Teaser Tuesday! Featuring Dawne Prochilo

Today’s Teaser is from Dawne Prochilo!

Dawne Prochilo is a multi selling erotic and contemporary romance author of six novels, two more being released later this year, a freelance online writer and blog queen. She oversees eight blogs daily, is the administrator of seven facebook pages and groups and loves promoting other authors.
When We Meet Again can be found at Secret Cravings Publishing.

Book Blurb:
How many of us wish we could turn back the clock? Go back to one specific time that would change our lives forever and it would be exactly how we wanted it.

Brynn Saunders has wished that for over two decades and while she can’t change her life, a strange twist of fate is giving her a second chance at her one true love.


When We Meet Again
Dawne Prochilo
When he got in the truck he asked, “So, where to?”
“Hmmm,” she thought, nibbling on her lower lip. “Not much to do around here.”
He started the truck, “Well, we’ll find something.”
As he pulled out of the parking lot, Brynn remembered a park on the other side of the town and directed Ethan where to go. It was dark and the park was empty, so they parked near the entrance.
He removed his seatbelt. She followed suit and readjusted herself to be more comfortable. She turned to face him and sat with her legs bent beneath her. 
She could still make out the contour of his face even though it was dark. Even though she could barely see his eyes, she knew they were gazing at her. She shifted a little and Ethan leaned in and kissed her. He placed his hand under her cheek and his fingers entwined with her hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled her closer to him and into the heated moment.
His mouth was so sensual she could’ve stayed here forever. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she inhaled with exhilaration. She met each of his tongue strokes with a feverish desire of her own tongue. 
She leaned over the center console of the front seat and wrapped her arms around his neck. The kisses were becoming so deep and intense that before Brynn knew it, she was sitting on his lap in the front seat. She needed to be closer. His arms wrapped around her waist and she was running her fingers through his hair.
“You can’t be very comfortable,” he said when their lips finally parted.
“I’m fine,” she said breathlessly and swallowed.
“Are you sure?” he asked, trying to reposition to give her more room. He put his arm under her bent knees that were dangling over the console into the passenger seat. He tried to pull her body more onto his lap.
“I’m fine, really,” she said, smiling in the darkness.“What are we doing?” he asked her. “Are we going to stay here, park and make out all night?”
Just then a vehicle coming up the street shined its lights on them. She squinted at the bright intrusion.
“Not exactly a lot of privacy here,” he said holding his free hand up to shield the car’s lights from her vision. 
“So I’ve noticed,” she smiled. “Well, I guess it depends on how much privacy we need.”
She kept running her fingers through his hair and he laid his head back on the headrest. He shut his eyes enjoying the tranquil moment and arousing caress. 
“Oh, babe, that feels so good,” he moaned and began lovingly stroking his hands over her waist. His hand was under her cotton shirt, touching her flesh. It felt so warm and smooth; Ethan thought he’d lose himself in her softness. 
“I’ve been thinking about this night and moment forever,” she admitted and stopped touching his hair. “It’s almost surreal.”
He raised his head and looked at her. She appeared so innocent, with a hint of alluring charm. Her presence captivated him. 
For a moment, Ethan was twenty-four years younger and they were up on Hannaford Hill. Her soft body and sexuality hadn’t changed, it became more enhanced, and he felt his own enhancement growing in his jeans. He shifted again.

Teaser Tuesday! Featuring Leigh Ellwood

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is with Leigh Ellwood!


Sheer Bliss – Leigh Ellwood

Shapeshifter Erotic Romance
DLP Books, $2.99
Living in Bliss, New Jersey has it perks, unless you’re a shifter looking for love or a human looking for peace and quiet. Not only does Calla Savitch, owner of Shear Bliss salon, have to deal with warring panthers and werewolves with overlapping appointments, she’s fed up with their constant matchmaking attempts. The last thing she wants especially is a hook-up with the one shifter who broke her heart years ago.
Handsome were-panther Caleb Houlihan still nurses the guilt of Calla’s heartbreak, but when presented with a second chance to woo her he is reluctant. Calla may forgive his youthful indiscretions, but when she discovers his aunt’s true motive for wanting them together, will she send him packing?
On this stretch of the Jersey Shore, it’s a different “situation”!

Leigh Ellwood is an award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance fiction. Following the release of her first novel, Truth or Dare, in 2004, Leigh has since written several novels, novella, and short stories. She is an EPIC Award winner and has been nominated for many reviewers awards for her works.

Leigh welcomes reader mail at kspatwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com.

Excerpt (c) Leigh Ellwood
Still in cat form, Caleb took to the sand with graceful stealth, staying to the shadows behind the light posts lining the edge where the sands met the residential area. Closer to Calla’s beachside home, he caught a familiar scent in the air—shifter, yet unmistakably female—and followed it directly to the brick wall that separated Calla’s property from the public walkway to the sea.
Interesting, Caleb mused to himself, and wondered if Calla herself had the ability to give off such a scent considering her alleged genetic makeup. He hadn’t intended to come here—he’d originally started in this direction to track down Trisha and her friends at The Wall, a favorite night club situated on the shore. If necessary he could shift partially—covering all the essential parts—and order the girl home if she appeared to be having too good of a time to threaten her betrothal to Malcolm Weaver.
And if I keep telling myself that, I can justify spying on Calla Savitch as a happy accident, he thought as the entranceway to her backyard came into view. On light paws, Caleb bent low and crept closer to the wall, picking up bits of conversation drifting from her porch. He stilled and kept out of view, tuning out the roar of the ocean behind him.
“So, how goes the search?” asked a woman sounding way too sultry to be Calla.
A barking laugh broke the short moment of silence that followed. “It’s not so much a search as it is a complete lack of interest.”
“Cute, Calla.”
Breathless silence followed. Though curiosity burned through Caleb’s senses, he didn’t dare raise his head even a centimeter over the top of the wall. He inhaled the crisp, heady scent of she-wolf and knew immediately the other voice belonged to a Winston—most likely the uninhibited Maya. He knew the two women were close, but the direction of their conversation—coupled with the amorous heat given off by the shifter—implied to Caleb a more unconventional relationship than friends might have suspected.
He closed his eyes to better detect their movements. He heard hands smoothing over skin, quiet sighs of pleasures, and finally a juicy, smacking liplock. Sweet Calla, I hardly knew ye. With Maya, of course, he expected a fondness for both genders—the she-wolf was a self-proclaimed trisexual.
Try anything sexual.
Caleb grinned to himself, remembering her drunken proclamation at a past Indian Summer Ball. He then wondered if the breakdown of his fling with Calla all those years ago precipitated this broadening of his old flame’s sexual horizons.
Sighs turned to steady moaning now, and by damn if Caleb didn’t begin to harden in panther form. That’s it, he decided, and shifted to human form. Given the vibes thrumming from the back porch, Caleb doubted either woman would spot him peeking.
Still crouched low in the sand, he bent his fingers over the brick and lifted his head to skim the yard area. In the glow of porch light, Calla and Maya stood locked in a tight embrace. Calla, willowy and pale in her nightshirt, rested one hand on Maya’s bare bottom, kneading the ample flesh while her other hand cupped a breast. Maya’s hand had to work as well, though with their position Caleb couldn’t readily see where the she-wolf touched her…friend. Wherever Maya devoted that attention, though, Calla appeared to enjoy it. Caleb’s keen eyesight picked up on the rapid flittering of the woman’s eyelids, her face twisting with ecstasy as she moved with Maya to deepen and prolong their kiss.
It seemed to go on forever, and Maya finally broke free and moved to Calla’s side, pressing her breasts against the other woman’s shoulder. Here Caleb made out Calla’s inviting shape underneath the skimpy shift—rock hard nipples denting the fabric, which dipped at the delta between her quivering thighs. Unconsciously he grasped the base of his cock, and his fingers curled around his sac, tugging and massaging to full arousal.
Maya lifted the hem of Calla’s short gown high enough to reach the waistband of her floral-patterned panties. She slipped her hand underneath the slim triangle—Caleb watched fingers flex and bend as Maya presumably worked Calla’s pussy and clit to a near-liquid state.
“Let’s go inside,” he heard the she-wolf buzz in Calla’s ear. “We can do so much more, comfortably.”
No sooner were the words said, though, when Calla’s heavy-lidded expression slowly sobered. She seemed to awake from a dream and turned to Maya as though seeing her for the first time. Her hand fell limp from Maya’s backside and she gently extracted the she-wolf from her private parts.
“You are definitely tempting me tonight,” Calla said, appearing to ignore Maya’s look of confused disappointment, “but I’m sorry. I’m just not feeling it right it.”
“I didn’t get that impression a second ago,” Maya said accusingly.
Calla, however, just smiled and offered a chaste kiss to Maya’s nose. “Come by the salon for a freebie. I’ll make it up to you.” Without another word, she backed into her house and slid the glass patio door shut.
“Calla?” Maya called after her, but her plea met with the quiet swish of a curtain blocking her—and Caleb’s—view of Calla’s kitchen. The she-wolf growled and turned sharply away, storming down the path toward the ocean. “I doubt it’s the kind of ‘freebie’ I’d want,” she grumbled.
Still in human form, Caleb pressed his back to the wall and hoped the aborted seduction preoccupied Maya enough not to detect his scent. At it was, he expected her to shift back to wolf form once she hit the beach, and dash into the dark.
Instead, Maya fulfilled half his prediction. Not seconds after shifting, those white socks trotted over the sand to where he hid. Caleb glared uneasily into bright blue eyes and the best approximation of a canine grin.
Hello, Caleb.

Teaser Tuesday! Featuring John G. Nelson

Against Nature

The U.S. is ground-zero for a mysterious global pandemic. The disease is highly infectious and kills it’s victims within two weeks of exposure. It’s neither bacteria nor a virus and all traditional treatment regimens have failed.
Serena Salus, a radical scientist, discovers the organism is an extraterrestrial dust mite brought to earth by a shuttle astronaut. The government contends it’s a genetically-engineered organism created on earth by enemies of freedom.
Dr. Salus uncovers a vile plan for distributing her experimental vaccine and finds herself in a deadly confrontation with powerful forces that’ll stop at nothing to control the distribution of her vaccine.

Adam Spinoza’s head pounded. Large does of aspirin and Tylenol did nothing to relieve the pain. He’d been in Washington three weeks when the flu hit. Spinoza, an American ex-patriot, worked as an envoy for the nationalized Ecuadorian plastics cooperative and had been in Washington lobbying U.S. retailers.
St. Francis Community Hospital looked like a military compound. Large orange barricades blocked the entrance and several respirator-clad cops directed the human flow toward a tent set up on the hospital grounds. An old woman struggled with her walker and oxygen canister and eked toward the triage area.
“Do you need any help ma’am?” Adam asked the old woman.
“Get away from me,” she demanded. Adam stepped back and proceeded along the roped path toward a nurse covered from head to toe in light blue scrubs, surgical cap, gloves and boots.
“What’s your problem?” The nurse barked. From behind her mask and plastic face shield, Adam noticed her tired brown eyes.
“I’ve had an intense headache for the past three days,” Adam said.
“Do you have a history of migraines, tension or cluster headaches?” The nurse showed little compassion.
“No, I have no history of headaches.”
“What’s your full name and social security number,” the nurse asked. A younger woman in green scrubs jotted down Adam’s personal details on a clip board.
“Let me see your hand, we need to do a screening finger stick,” the nurse said.
“A what?” The nurse grabbed his wrist and rubbed an alcohol pad on his index finger and pricked it. She squeezed out a drop of blood and dabbed it onto a test strip. It turned blue.
“We’ve got another positive,” she yelled.
“Positive what?” Adam grabbed the test strip from the nurse. “What is this, I came here for something for a headache.”
“You have Suspicious Flu; you’ll have to leave immediately. There is nothing we can do for you,” the nurse said. Adam saw the fear in her eyes. Two large men in olive drab “space-suits” approached him.
“Sir, you need to leave the premises,” one of the burly men said. The other positioned himself behind Adam.
“You need to stay at home. Do not leave. You are highly contagious,” the man said. The other man pushed Adam forward.
“And don’t come back,” he pushed a little harder.
Adam walked across the hospital’s front lawn and onto the city sidewalk. A few hundred feet down the street he stopped at the public bus stop. Sitting on the bench, he looked at the chemical-blue dotted test strip and his hands shook and a wave of hysteria consumed him. He cried uncontrollably for half an hour. The bus, which normally ran every twelve minutes, never came.
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