Happy Friday, fellow bloggers, authors and readers! I was so focused on introducing you to the authors who participated in the Fairytale Anthology that I forgot to introduce myself. LOL!
Here we go!
Yvonne Nicolas comes from a realm populated with fairies, unicorns and dragons.She has lived amongst the humans for over thirty years. And she now finds herself wondering, what the hell am I doing here?
*giggle* I know, I’m being silly. Cut me a break, okay, it’s Friday.
Most of you who follow my blog know who I am, the wacky chick from the south who takes nothing seriously, but if you don’t know me, allow me to introduce myself…
One thing I can tell you about me is that I LOVE TO WRITE! I love to bring the readers into my dark, twisted world, and convince them that it’s paradise. 😉
I was born in Orlando, Florida and I have been an avid reader since fourteen years old. As a kid, I would sneak into my mother’s room to read her secret stash of erotic novels, and I fell in love with the genre. Some years later, I got into paranormal romance and horror. I became a fan of Anne Rice, Zane, Hideyuki Kikuchi and the late, great L.A. Banks. Afterwards, I decided to try my hand at the craft. I was delightfully surprised that I was blessed with the gift of writing. I now reside in beautiful Atlanta, Georgia (still a southern gal ^_^) and I’m excited to share my gift with readers like myself.
Check out my offering to the Wicked Fairytales: the Curvy Collection—CRIMSON MEMORIES! This story straddles the line of Paranormal Romance and Steampunk, with a nice wet dose of erotica. 😉
Crimson Memories Blurb
Visiting his grandfather, a brave man who lost his leg to a demon wolf decades earlier, Argon Quinn has a deep and abiding hatred for supernatural creatures that has fueled his illustrious career as a warrior with the Dark Hunters Legion. While at home, Argon meets Petra, the woman of his dreams, but she is shrouded in secrets. He recognizes that she’s more than human, but what will he do when he realizes she’s the very thing he despises most?
**A Wicked retelling of Red Riding Hood**
“Oh my gorgeous hunter, why do you tempt me with these forbidden desires?” ~ Petra
Teasing Excerpt of Crimson Memories
Once she could no longer smell the scent of blood and mud on her skin, Petra stepped out of the tub and settled in next to him on the grassy pad. Raking her fingers through his hair, from root to tip, she listened to his soft, steady breathing. She studied the lines and masculine shape of his face. “You sweet human man…I adore you so.” For such a strong man, he had delicate features, which accommodated the beauty he displayed. She allowed her fingertips to glide over his neck, down the center of his muscled chest and taut abs, periodically fingering faint battle scars. She played along his waistline, then traveled beneath his trousers and traced the muscled V of his groin.
During her innocent exploration, his breath hitched. Next, his eyelids fluttered. Those shimmering green orbs stared upwards at the rocky ceiling, and then they slid in her direction. He slowly turned his head and rested his eyes on her.
Caught under his piercing gaze, she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
“Petra?” He blinked a few times, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the neck.
Startled, she screamed and tried to lunge to her feet.
He dragged her down onto her backside and smashed her against the grassy bed, straddling her. In attempt to fight against his brute force, she snarled and shoved at his shoulders. Pressing his hard body into hers, he caught her wrists in one mighty grip and fisted her hair with his free hand.
Petra went still, refusing to struggle further. In this form, she was easily subdued. Not that she couldn’t fight like this, but she didn’t want to. She liked being trapped beneath him, bounded into submission.
Emerald eyes, glowing in furious passion and lust, bored into hers. Neither one of them spoke, or looked away. There were so many questions blazing from his gaze, so much hurt, so many emotions. His lips quivered, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn’t utter a word.
She tilted her head back, baring her throat.
His hard glare softened. Pinning her wrists above her head, he leaned in and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Her heart rate quickened, her breathing escalated.
His lips were warm on her flesh. He opened his mouth, grazed her with his teeth then swept his tongue over her throat.
A whispery moan escaped her.
His mouth moved up from her neck, to her chin, and finally to her lips. Her heart swelled as tears wet her lashes. This kiss was sweet, and needed. Oh, thank you Mother of earth for bringing him back to me…