Friday, April 29, 2016

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Multi-published author Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.


Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires. One bite and she was hooked.


With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town. One read and you'll be hooked!






Sunday, April 24, 2016

#ScintillatingSunday ♥ The Business Proposal ♥ DARK COMPANION @vampauthormaya #PNR #erotica

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EIGHT PARAGRAPHS ( And bonus) OF PURE SCINTILLATION








DARK COMPANION  
By
Maya DeLeina

Excerpt
"The business proposal" 



“I believe I trained my staff well. I think we may be exactly what we’ve both been looking for.”

“For me...sex is life. My body needs it. I-I can’t deny that. But I can’t just pick up random guys at a bar, you know?”

“I know.”

“I can’t engage in anything physical with men I’ve had a relationship with in the past or men who I’m friends with. That complicates things.”

“I see.”

“And I can’t keep putting myself through dating. I-I’m no good at it.”

“You don’t have to justify anything to me. What this is, what we’re discussing...only a handful of people would dare experience. Suffice to say I recognize your appetite and it suits me well.”

“There are others like me though, right?”

“There are others, yes. And we do things discriminately and safely. Again, pleasure is the only concern.”

“So, for your repeat business, what’s the cost?” 


“It’s a hefty sum to cover my expenses.”

“Are you talking hundreds?”

“Try thousands.”

Isla sucked the air into her lungs hard and fast.

Thousands?

Damn. He was worth some serious money.











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Warwick, an Elite member of the Vampire Architects, was chosen as Isla Joseph’s Protector at the moment of her birth. Four decades later, he struggles to hide the love he harbors for his charge. When the time comes for her to learn of Warwick’s existence, lust is a beast he can’t contain, nor can Isla fight her instant attraction to this mysterious “stranger”. The pair comes together in a frenzied feast of flesh.


But their intimacy has consequences. Consequences for Isla, when she discovers her lover is a vampire…for the team of Architects, who are struggling to save her from a horrific future…for Warwick, when he’s forced to wipe every trace of himself from Isla’s memory.

Isla, Warwick and the Architects will soon discover love isn’t so easily erased. And while fate may have dark designs for Isla…destiny has other plans.


A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave




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Multi-published author Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.


Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires.

One bite and she was hooked.


With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town.


One read and you'll be hooked!





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Friday, April 22, 2016

See what happens when crazy things happen on a sexy set @vampauthormaya #Bloopers


Forbidden Fruit Friday





I usually share something sexy for everyone to kick start the weekend...and I will. 

But, if you know anything about me, I am a goofy and crazy woman at heart that likes to laugh. I can't help but dust off an old blooper reel the talented woman behind my book trailers, Suzanne Lucas, made for my birthday one year.

So, for this weekend, have your fill of funny in the real life moments on the set and then get your sexy on with the two trailers that came out of all that craziness.

Oh, and don't  even ask about the filipino lady in the blooper reel.


Blooper Reel:






The actual trailers:




Flesh Fantasy


Tonight, Rain Calisto searches for her man, and Rhys Matthews comes into focus. He is well-built and sinisterly sexy. In the same Denver nightclub, Armand Anastasio searches for his woman—Rain. 

But the men are more than gorgeous. They are vampires, and they are unmated. 

A chance encounter lands Rhys and Rain together. Their attraction remains undeniably powerful and they fall prey to lust. With each passionate tryst, Rhys senses a connection that goes beyond the flesh. Unbeknownst to Rhys, Rain is a diabetic. Her insulin alters her biological makeup, disguising a revelation he isn't quite prepared for. 

Rain is Rhys's fated mate. 

As they struggle with this knowledge, another bombshell is dropped. Rain's insulin-laced tissue creates a rare vampiric blood that can fetch a hefty profit, and Armand has always known this. 

Is his attraction to Rain genuine, or is he just out for her blood? This is the diary of Rain and Rhys. Recorded here is their transformation from a flesh fantasy to eternal love. 








Veil of Seduction


A newborn vampire. A powerful leader. An inconsolable woman. The shaping of their eternity all lies within the eyes. 

Steffan Matthews is the devastatingly handsome vampire leader of Ambrose Heights. He cultivates social order and invents concoctions that allow vampires to feel human once again. 

But Steffan also has a devouring obsession that brings him to his knees. Her name is Anya. 

Steffan sets out to claim Anya, a mortal ripe for the taking, as his mate. But the blackness in the eyes of his newborn should've served as a warning. 

Anya is off-limits according to the vampire creed. 



It will take the strength of the kinship, the purity of love, a hint of magic, and a subterranean guardian to shield Steffan against the wrath of Ryan Evans, protect him from the fate of the Nemesis, and bridge a passage to his rightful destiny.




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Maya DeLeina


Multi-published author Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.


Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires. One bite and she was hooked.


With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town. One read and you'll be hooked!







Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Calling all #romance and erotica #authors - Come #blog hop with us! @vampauthormaya

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Calling all romance and erotica authors!



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This is a permanent blog hop where eight paragraphs, sentences, or words from your romance or erotica novel will elevate reader's sensual expectations and take romance to soaring heights.

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Instead, share your book scenes with readers that you think embodies the theme of "scintillating". This blog hop is for all romance and erotic romance authors so please keep in mind that there will be varying degrees of heat level participation and, although we don't want to censor your interpretation of "scintillating", we do want the blog hop to be a success for all involved.


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Sunday, April 17, 2016

#ScintillatingSunday "In the white room" CRIMSON SNOW @vampauthormaya #PNR #Erotica

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EIGHT PARAGRAPHS OF PURE SCINTILLATION







CRIMSON SNOW  
By
Maya DeLeina

Excerpt
"In the white room"


He moved in and kissed her passionately as he navigated their way into the house.

The door closed solidly behind them, mechanisms popping and beeping signaling the home's automated alarm system had activated.

They stood in the foyer; a grand staircase leading to different levels of the cube designed house taking center stage. Torn between kissing her and admiring the space, he opened one eye and looked around. White on white monochromatic interior filled his vision. Endless panes of floor to ceiling glass served as the backdrop to the minimalistic modern design of the space.

“Privacy glass?” he asked against her lips.

“Liquid crystal wonderment at your service.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want any of your crazed fans to see you like this.” He pushed her down to the ground by her shoulder. “Get on your knees.”

She moved into position.

From his vantage point, her voluptuous breasts never looked more inviting. It was something in the way she’d been on display for his eyes that held such a nasty rawness that he didn’t know what he wanted more— to be in her mouth or in between those breasts.








Nicholas Jones Whitaker III lives in interesting times.

The year is 2049. He’s a Hollywood actor with a type-casted career of portraying mythical creatures —vampires.

But thirteen years ago, vampires were discovered and no longer creatures of myth, but of reality. The newfound coexistence has vampires inhabiting the synthetic world of Dome City. Annexed as territory of the U.S, humans are granted access to the dome and vampires, now classified as Immortizens, have passage rights outside their world, all under the watchful eye of The Alliance.

Enamored with his vampire portrayals, the Immortizens invite Nicholas to Dome City to participate in a celebrity charity bachelor auction. Marking their first year of dome life, the Christmas event is meant to stimulate the economy and bridge the two races.

Yet when Nicholas realizes his own celebrity crush, Crimson Snow, has her eye on him for the auction; charity is no longer his drive, desire is.

Passions unearth. New experiences rock his world. Where human love has its limits, an Immortizens’ is boundless.

But the invitation is more than meets the eye.

Nicholas holds something unique that he’s about to discover and his gift to the Immortizens for the Christmas season will mark him as their very own St. Nick.





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Multi-published author Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.


Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires.

One bite and she was hooked.


With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town.


One read and you'll be hooked!




WWW.MAYADELEINA.NET





Keep the Scintillation Going!

Friday, April 15, 2016

#ForbiddenFruitFriday ♡ Find your sexy ♡ @vampauthormaya #Confidence #Sexy

Forbidden Fruit Friday



Find Your Sexy




Urgh. 

I'm one of those born with the ability to simulate a serious medical condition to music... aka dancing skills 



And the problem? I feel good dancing and kinda enjoy it. But certain things you just can't unsee. 




Running on the beach. 

So, this involves foot work once again. And once again, I love the beach, feeling the sand between my toes and the salt air on my face. But sadly, I know I won't look like Bo Derek no matter how much I may feel like her. It's more like this...



Well heck, lets just get this list of my non-sexy over with:

  1. Rope climbing, or just hanging on a rope
  2. Running, in general
  3. Navigating stairs
  4. Climbing out of the pool without the help of a ladder
  5. Getting up from falling while skiing, snowboarding
  6. Somersaults 
  7. Squats
  8. Leap frog
  9. Waving to someone. What is that flapping sound?
You get the visual. I'm sorry.

But no matter what, I know I have some sexy in me. Recognizing this and capitalizing on advantages I have, both inside and out, overshadows my downfalls. And pretty soon, I don't see my flaws when I look in the mirror. I don't feel blah when I try to do the stuff I'm unsexy at. 

And I think this confidence is what radiates, what others see first. 

What is my sexy strength? My laughter. It's not contained, controlled or subtle. It's loud, powerful and infectious. 



And guess what?  I do dance....occasionally. Why? Because my sexy comes out...my laughter! hehehe!



Bottom line... we all have flaws. And we all have gems. 

What will you want people to see? How much of life do you want to enjoy without worrying about your flaws? How you see yourself is directly connected to how others see you and the quality of life you will lead.

Find your sexy and seize each and every day with confidence and assurance.


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If you love strong women that are not picture perfect, you may love my heroines Rain, Anya, Luna, Isla, Crimson and Noel.  

Check them out in my titles available at:



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Meet Maya DeLeina

Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Author.


Maya was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.


Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires.






Sunday, April 10, 2016

#ScintillatingSunday 💋 Go Wild 💋 BLOOD OF LUNA @vampauthormaya #PNR #Vampires

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EIGHT PARAGRAPHS OF PURE SCINTILLATION






Blood of Luna 
By
Maya DeLeina

Excerpt
"Go wild"


Away from the carnage and destruction, we lost ourselves deep in a dark cavern of what seemed like an endless cave system. We stood under a sliver of light that pierced through a fissure in the cave, our bodies sparkling in the silvery glow.

Flashes of unspeakable pleasure travelled like lightning throughout my body, teasing and torturing all at the same time. 

Then and there, I became the epitome of wild. 

He plunged into me slowly, but unrelenting. In and out, bit by bit, devouring my body. Moaning roughly, raw ecstasy echoed in the depths of the cave. Mindless vulgarity escaped from my lips, the foul-mouthed voice unfamiliar and so damn naughty.

He was a man with an insatiable need and I was the woman who held the key to his release. 

“You have a nasty mouth on you,” he whispered in a coarse, breathless voice. 

“You do that to me. Take me hard. Take me fast." I paused, numb to the words that came to mind. "Take me. I'm yours.” 

He bent his knees to drive up into me in a slow rhythm. Unhurried and crafty, his body moved like a dancer, full of untapped sensuality. 








When is it real? When is it fantasy?


For Luna Kalen, the line between reality and a dream is hard to recognize.


Recovering from a car accident, the solitude at the coast is meant to be therapeutic. But Luna soon finds it more than her idle mind can handle.


After exploring a dangerous stretch of shoreline, Luna returns home with a mysterious man she discovers in a cave. Little does Luna know that this man is about to fill her world with sinful pleasures…and blood-thirsty vampires.


When reality and fantasy collide, unimaginable dangers lurk, revelations are revealed, and darkest desires are fulfilled. But if you think the happily ever after is the sign of the ending, it’s really only the beginning.


Should Luna have listened to the warning?    Do not go into the cave.




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Multi-published author Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.


Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires.

One bite and she was hooked.


With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town.


One read and you'll be hooked!




WWW.MAYADELEINA.NET




Keep the Scintillation Going!

Monday, April 4, 2016

Love the One You're With and Make The Most Out of It #ParanormalRomance #Erotic

There's an old saying that says the best way to get over one man is to get under another one. In the case of Blurred Lines, Sierra is trying to get over the death of her fiance (who happens to be a ghost having issues letting go of her--and life itself) when her business partner, Alex, shows up determined to shake her out of her funk. They get caught in a spring snowstorm in Lake Tahoe and things get heated in more ways than one. 
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Excerpt of the erotic paranormal romance, Blurred Lines...


Sufficiently warm and dry, Alexander looked through his bag for a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. He couldn't shake the idea that something was really off about Sierra. Maybe they weren't friends, but working together so closely over the past year had familiarized him with her moods. In the past hour while he thawed out, he thought about the real reason he'd followed her from the studio after her tantrum.  Although he didn't quite know how to define it, he cared about her even if she did know how to push all of his buttons—or maybe because of it.

He needed to tell her about knowing Shane.

Hungry, he decided to help himself to whatever she had in the kitchen. His flight from Los Angeles had been rocky and the drive on the road from hell had sapped his energy.

Annoyed at the anxiety rustling beneath his skin, he slammed open a few cabinets before finding a box of pancake mix. Nothing made sense anymore. Not the loss of his best friend in Nicaragua, his sudden career change, the fact that his family thought he needed serious therapy, or that he felt guilty as hell for not telling her that he'd known her murdered fiancé. Fuck it all.

"You make a lot of noise," she said as she crept up behind him on bare feet. "What are you doing?"

"Making pancakes." He motioned to the skillet in front of him.

"It's midnight."

"So it is. That's early for us, isn't it? We've pulled a lot of all-nighters together, what's one more?" He poured milk into the bowl in front of him. "I thought you'd gone to sleep."

"Couldn't sleep, too much thinking."

"I can relate to that." He grinned over his shoulder, hoping to relax her again and maybe coax out another smile.

She'd changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, too, in the hour she'd been locked behind closed doors. They almost looked like a pair. He tried to ignore how her breasts looked beneath the thin material. Damn it, did she abandon bras when out of the office? Crazy or not, she looked like sex personified.

His dick twitched to life. He shifted his hips to hide the sudden tenting of his pants.

Just stir the damn mix and ignore her. She's harder to handle than a box of angry rattlesnakes. Stay focused on work. Only. Work.  

"I might quit the show."

Her admission stilled his hands. "What do you mean?"

"Quit. You know...leave. End it all."

Alex dropped the wooden spoon and faced her. "What in the hell are you talking about? You want to quit a hit series that you helped create? Why would you do that?"

"I can't write anymore, not like I used to. I don't give a damn. It's useless." She folded her arms across her chest, which only drew his focus squarely on the nipples poking against the material.

"What is wrong with you? Is this all because of your grief about your ex? He died, not you. Are you going to let one shitty thing in your life define you? Is that it?"

Her lower lip trembled, but her eyes spit fire at him. "Who the hell do you think you are anyway? You come up here uninvited, spew out your opinions on my life, make goddamn pancakes in my kitchen, and I'm supposed to accept it all? Why? We work together; we're not friends."

He squinted at her, sick of this never-ending day. He'd spent good money on a last minute airline ticket to Lake Tahoe, had trekked through blinding snow, and wasn't in the mood to have a heart-to-heart. He wanted to eat and sleep. That's it.

"We're not friends, huh? I've spent more time with you than anyone else this past year," he said.

"That's pitiful. You probably shouldn't tell people that story." She motioned toward his t-shirt. "What happened to you anyway? To your chest? What tore you up like that?"

"That's a story I only tell my friends. What do you care?" He turned away from her, hating that she'd seen the result of his torture.

She paced behind him, her restless energy eating up the small space. "I don't like you being here."

"You've made that clear." He poured some batter into the skillet and pretended not to care that she'd acted horrified at the sight of his naked chest.

"Why is it so important to you that I stay on as head writer? You'd be in line to take it over. That's what you've wanted, isn't it? I went a little nuts today. I'm surprised Charlie hasn't had my credentials revoked at the studio."

"Yeah, there's no denying you overreacted." His lips twitched at the memory of her meltdown. She had merely said—yelled—what the rest of them had been thinking.

"I don't understand why you care so much about what I do or what's going on with me." She kept up with her pacing. "I hate that you pulled some strings or whatever it is you did to find out where I went. If you're such a clever federal agent—"

"Former agent," he corrected out of habit.

"Then what do you care about some screenwriter with a bad attitude? I'm no one's favorite person anymore."

He spread his arms wide and motioned toward their surroundings. "Can we make the best of this instead of overanalyzing? As for not being anyone's favorite person anymore, that's not true. I don't want you to quit. You can't."

She slammed her fist against the counter next to his hip and glared at him. "You need me more than I need you, that's why you really followed me up here. If I quit the show, I'll be fine. Is that what this is really about? You're afraid they'll revamp the entire writing team because of me, right? The show is all you have, all you know because you quit the Drug Enforcement Agency for reasons you like to keep secret. What happened? Did you get fired? Did the heat get to be too much for you so you left before you got hurt?"

"Wow, you really are a bitch."

"Yes, I am."

"Or maybe that's what you want people to think so they leave you alone to wallow in your misery."

"What do you know about it?"

Damn it, she pissed him off like no other human on the planet.

"I'll show you what I know about it." He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up to mid-chest to show her the scars and burns zigzagging across his chest and abdomen. "I was tortured in Nicaragua, left to die in the jungle while my partner and best friend bled out next to me. I guess you could say that all made me reevaluate how I wanted to live the rest of my life. People have accused me of wallowing, too, but they can all go fuck themselves because they have no idea what I'm thinking."

He yanked his shirt back down, immediately hating his confession. A good-looking man, he had used his charm to get him places during his undercover work. He'd used his appearance as an asset and it had always gotten the job done. What vanity remained made him hide his bare chest from anyone and everyone. Hell, he even wore a t-shirt or a rash guard at the beach these days. He never spoke about that with anyone and had no idea why he'd needed her to know he hadn't slinked off like some coward.

She took a step back, anger transitioning to regret. "I'm sorry. I'm...I didn't mean it."

"You push all my damn buttons and I don't know why, but I sure as hell know you can't give up." He grabbed her forearm when she tried to retreat and made her look at him. Maybe this wasn't the best way to tell her, but he'd never been one to pass up an opportunity. "The same people who killed Shane tried to kill me on the same day. We were working together...Shane and me."

"What?" Eyes wide, she met his gaze.

"Yeah, I knew your ex, but I didn't know he was your ex until after we were working together. I had been consulting—"

"What is this? Why are you saying this to me?" She yanked her hand free and backed up until she hit the wall.

"I worked with him on that case. I was his expert witness, but I swear to God I didn't know your connection to him until after I started with the show." He followed, unwilling to stop now. He'd come here to hash out their differences and save their careers. Maybe it was time she heard the hard truth.

"You're cruel. Stop this."

"Maybe I am a coward because I quit the agency, but I'd always wanted to write. The opportunity fell into my lap, that's true. I didn't work my ass off for it like you did. I didn't want to die in a jungle face down in the mud with nothing to show for it besides my mother receiving condolences at my funeral. Fuck that." He had her pinned against the wall, noticed the fire in her eyes and the balled fists at her sides, but he couldn't stop now.

"You knew Shane, worked with me all of this time, and said nothing. Why?"

"Because you're like a borderline insane person. Don't you notice how people walk around you like they're on eggshells? You snap at everyone, retreat into silence in your office when you're not on a rampage, and then...you look so damn sad all of the time." He stepped back, hating himself for pushing her and not knowing the right thing to do.

She frowned, but didn't make a move to leave. "Do I really?"

"Do you really what? Go on rampages, scare people, or look sad all of the time?" He grinned at her question, knowing full well what grief felt like.

"All of the above, I guess," she whispered before looking away from his face.

"Yeah, you do. I've heard stories about you, though. I hear you used to be a really fun person to know, although I see no evidence to support that."

"He died...not me," she repeated with a twist of her lips while staring down at her feet. "Do you know how many times I've heard that? Everyone says that to me. He died, not you. Repeat. No one gets it. I don't want to live like this, trapped in numbness."

He sighed, realizing that maybe he'd gone too far. Maybe he'd wanted to shock her, he didn't know. Too late now. He'd not only crossed a line, he'd bulldozed over it.  

"I know grief sucks, Sierra. I know it's been rough for you."

"I'm not a borderline insane person." When her bottom lip trembled, he felt like the biggest ass on planet earth.

"Yeah, right. I'm sure every person currently in a mental institution says the same thing." He couldn't look away from her face. Ever since he'd met her, he'd thought her beauty eluded any stereotype.

Her lips twisted into a crooked grin that pulled at his heartstrings. "You didn't happen to bring a straightjacket with you, did you?"

The idea of restraining her turned him on in ways he had denied himself for far too long. "You are a walking contradiction, has anyone told you that before? One minute I want to throttle you and the next," he shook his head and turned away from her, "it's a shame, that's all."

She grabbed his wrist and closed the space between them in one stride. "I want to feel again, I do."

He looked down at her, torn between lust and fear. He wanted to fuck her. Hard. Make her feel him inside of her for days. Relieve his frustration at the same time. Expend all of this manic energy.

Without saying another word, she stood on her tiptoes and mashed her mouth against his. The soft breasts he'd been fantasizing about pressed into his chest and he ached to touch them.

"You don't know what you're doing," he said because he knew he needed to warn her. His self-control bordered on paper-thin and he'd been jacking off to fantasies of her for months.  

"You're real," she said against his lips. "I need a good dose of reality. Isn't that why you came here? To wake me up?"

"Wake you up, yes; not fuck you blind."

"But that's what you want to do, isn't it? It wouldn't be the first time we crossed that line."

"Sierra..."

"Alex...We both want the same thing. It's just sex, who cares? Fuck me." She flicked her tongue over his lips.

"You've lost your mind."

"Probably."

"You'll hate me afterward, just like last time."

"I hate you now so you have nothing to lose."

One look into those blue eyes of hers and he knew he'd do whatever she asked. Lunatic or not, her body had been made for a man's hands.

Hands beneath her ass, he lifted her to the counter and ground his mouth against hers in a kiss meant to punish as well as satisfy his lust. He tugged at the hem of her pajama pants, anxious to prove her wrong about everything, especially him.

Her hand slid over his hard cock while her feet slid up the back of his thighs. Desperation transmitted through her kiss, but he didn't care. Maybe they were both desperate to connect with another human.  Their one-night stand six months ago had kept him tossing and turning every night since wanting to ask her about it or thinking about going on a date with someone else; but he'd remained behind closed doors masturbating to fantasies of the exact woman who now held his dick in her palm.

Without hesitation, he yanked the t-shirt over her head and feasted his eyes on her naked breasts. He cupped each one before bending to kiss her neck. She tasted like vanilla and wine. He liked the combination.

Her toes looped into the back of his pants and edged them down past his bare ass.  Her hand increased its rhythm over his erection with an urgency that matched his own.

"Fuck me, Alex," she muttered against the top of his head.

He rolled his tongue over her hard nipple, skimmed his teeth across it, until she squirmed with need beneath him. One hand remained on the other breast while he sucked at her flesh. His other hand pulled at her pants as she wiggled her hips until they fell free.

Without pulling his mouth from her breast, he slipped two fingers inside her wetness. "Damn, you're so hot."

"I need you inside me." She yanked at his hair and brought his face up to hers. "Fuck me now like you've never fucked anyone else."

Oh, he'd fuck her hard. If that's what she needed, that's what he'd give her. He thrust inside her, pushing deep into her wet tightness until he felt the tip of his penis up against her cervix.

He shoved his tongue into her mouth as he rammed his cock into her cunt, going as deep as he could go, filling her to capacity.

Her nails sank into his shoulders, holding on tight. The heels of her feet dug into his ass, holding him tight.

Her tongue slid against his. Their mouths devoured one another as if they'd been long starved for the taste of another human being.

He broke the kiss long enough to look down at the weight of her breasts jiggling up and down as they rocked against each other.

"Deeper," she said, hands squeezing his ass.

Surrendering to the sensation of her pussy clenching around his girth, he plunged harder and deeper until he felt he would surely break her in two.

Her abrupt laugh shouted through the room as her entire body shuddered with ecstasy. He came then, holding her as close as two people could ever be, and buried his face into her neck.

He rested there for a minute, listening to his own heartbeat drown out all other senses.

"You're definitely real, better than a wine bottle or any dildo I've ever had," she said against the side of his face, her hands stroking his hair. "Damn, I'm not sure I can walk after that."

"You say such strange yet fascinating things." He grinned against her shoulder before lifting his head to look into her eyes. He pushed his hands into her hair and held her still. All of his life had consisted of one-night stands or temporary relationships. Undercover DEA agents didn't have a good track record with long-term personal commitments and the Los Angeles crowd didn't handle scars well so he'd been focused on work—and her—for too long. Not that this would be more than what it was—a hard fuck to prove he was 'real', whatever that meant.

Face flushed with sexual satisfaction and eyes alive with curiosity, she slid her feet down the back of his thighs and smiled. "That was unexpected."

"We both needed a good release." He caressed her cheekbones with his thumbs. "I think I'll get back to making those pancakes. I'm starving."

She blinked a minute before laughing again. He hadn't seen her laugh like this until now. Genuine, unguarded amusement transformed her face from beautiful to stunning.

He took another long look at her bare breasts, stroked his fingers over them, and slipped himself from her. He liked that she let him look at her without bothering to rush to get dressed. He slid his hands from her breasts over her flat abdomen before moving them along her thighs.

"You're so beautiful."

She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and held him when he would have stepped away. Amusement slipped from her eyes and he wished he could bring it back. For about thirty seconds, he'd glimpsed the woman she must have been before tragedy had dimmed her light.

"I'm not crazy. I'm not," she said.

"Jury's still out on that."

A one time fuck wouldn't be enough, he knew that with a certainty that reignited his desire. Now that he'd had a taste of her, he needed more and that could be dangerous for both of them. He doubted either would be considered 'stable' by the masses and to label their volatile relationship as complicated would be an understatement.

Smoke wafted from the skillet where one pancake had burnt to a crisp. Sighing, he tossed onto a plate before focusing on the batter.

His heartbeat slammed against his ribcage and his body hummed from the orgasm. Every move he made felt like dragging limbs through water, heavy and warm.

She moved from the counter and dressed in silence while he washed his hands.

"I'm sorry about what I said," he muttered before picking up the wooden spoon to resume his pancake making.

"About what? Me being a crazy bitch or about Shane being dead and not me?" She reached around him for a glass from the cabinet, careful not to touch him, but he noticed the shaking of her hands.

He closed his eyes and sighed. "Sierra..."

"It's okay. Really. I get it. I know what people say, nothing you told me was a surprise." She washed her hands before reaching into the freezer for ice. Her long hair fell back around her shoulders. Once again, he realized she'd put her shirt on inside out.

"It would help your image if you knew how to dress yourself." He poured more pancake batter onto the skillet and tried to ignore the primal urge to toss her over his shoulder and carry her to the bedroom.

Yep. Once would definitely not be enough.

A crash from the living room startled them both. The framed picture from above the fireplace lay on the floor, the glass shattered.

She moved around him, squatted above the mess, and shoved her hands through her hair. "Oh, my God. What have I done?"

"How did it fall?" He looked beneath the counter for a trashcan.

"I'm haunted," she whispered without looking away from the mess. "I see him everywhere. He was here earlier, with me. I could touch him, hear him," she looked over her shoulder, eyes shrouded with pain, "I'm not crazy, I'm not. Shane haunts me."

He froze and met her gaze. She believed what she said, every word of it. He could see the truth in her eyes. Swallowing the words he wanted to say, he exhaled a slow breath.

Nerves still amped up from sex, he rubbed the center of his chest with a closed fist. In front of him sat the most beautiful, passionate, talented woman he'd ever known, but he feared that no one would ever break whatever bond she shared with her deceased fiancé, that she had trapped herself in despair.

If that turned out to be true, that would be the tragedy.

From the back cover...

Only the good die young. When Shane Weston is murdered before prosecuting a key member of the Mexican drug cartel, he can't accept the idea that all of the plans he had had for his life will never come true. More than that, he can't let go of the love he has for his fiancée.

Love never dies. Sierra Daniels is crushed after Shane's death. Head writer on a successful television series, she can't get back into the groove of life. All enthusiasm for work is gone. Ready to quit everything, she travels to her cabin in Lake Tahoe in hopes of escaping everyone's expectations and disappearing for a while.

The lines between right and wrong often blur. Alexander Blaine has risked his future on a career change from DEA agent to lead consultant and writer on hit television series. Sierra's grief has shadowed everyone around her, including him, and jeopardizes both of their careers. Unwilling to accept defeat, he follows her to Lake Tahoe determined to break through the barrier enveloping her and make her see that life is still worth living.

Letting go is like a death. Sierra never thought she would be caught in a love triangle between her writing partner, Alex, and the love of her life, Shane—especially because her ex-fiancé is now a ghost. Tormented with both guilt for moving on with someone else and a desire to be free of the past, she's into the gray area of right, wrong, life, death, ghosts, dreams—the part of life where all the lines are blurred. 

Get lost in a deeply emotional and decadent read!