Thanks for having me here today Tricia.
I wanted to share my latest release, Born
Again in Dreams. This is the third book in the Born Vampire Series. I
got the inspiration for this particular one by researching being a savant after
watching a program on television. I expanded the idea to be a part of the
vampire stories I was writing at the time. With some brainstorming, I came up
with the final product. I hope you enjoy the excerpts!
BLURB:
The Master of His Domain
Sorin Bochinsky,
Master and Commander of the Eastern European Blood Family, controls everyone
and everything around him, except the woman of his dreams with the face of an
angel prevents his needed rest. She’s the light to his dark and pained
existence. The search begins to find the mysterious woman of his nightmares
before he goes insane.
An Angel Awakens
Merliah Travers
suffered more than serious injuries from a car accident over four years ago.
She awakens in a place where the pain and scars have hidden her away from the
world. A fantasy lover leads her out of the darkness and into the light, then
discovers a special ability acquired during the coma has put her in danger.
Two lost, scarred souls battle their inner
demons and a fanatic killer to unite as one, to never be alone, and be born
again in dreams, forever.
ADULT EXCERPT:
He stood up and pulled her to her feet at the same time. Merliah’s
gaze dropped to the waistband of his black trousers, and then to the bulge at
his groin, and with her eyes burning with intensity, he realized her highly
aroused state. He didn’t need to use his vampire skills. Their times together
in the dreams made him keenly aware of her preferences and desires. His stomach
knotted with instant need with the knowledge, causing his cock to press harder
on the zipper of his trousers, causing some discomfort. He enjoyed the new
pleasure of reading her body instead of using his senses as a vampire to
recognize them. His heart raced in anticipation of discovering the nuances of
her body from this new perspective. Like exploring virgin territory.
“Do you think anyone will see us?”
“No, I believe the trees are thick enough where we are. We should be
hidden. I can barely see the light on the other side.” His tongue slid along a
full bottom lip. “Now, let me undress you.”
As he steadied her, he reached around her back and slowly drew down
the zipper. He smiled as the dress slipped from her shoulders and down her
body, landing in a puddle on the ground. She stood before him in matching black
bra and panties. “I want to see every inch of your skin, to touch you all over.
Experience you like this is our first time.” Then he slipped one digit under
the strap of her bra and gently nudged it off her shoulder. Reaching around, he
unclipped the fastener and the delicate lacy fabric fell to the ground. Cupping
the lush flesh of her breasts, he kneaded the generous orbs until she leaned
forward against him.
“Oh, don’t stop, Sorin,” she pleaded softly.
His fingers gently traced the contours of her brow, her cheek, her
jaw, slowly moving toward the curve of her throat. Bending his head forward, he
brushed his mouth across the tingling skin, trailing tiny kisses down her neck.
“Oh yes, I want that too. Please…” Her voice trailed off.
Sorin’s grin widened. “But first, I want to taste you.” He dropped to
his knees between her legs and brushed his hand across the skin of her thigh.
“Spread your legs for me, angel.”
Without hesitation, she did as he demanded. Using one finger, he
hooked it around the elastic and tugged the slight slip of lacy fabric down
over her hips, then tore them away from her body, growling his pleasure.
“Hey, those were my nicest pair.”
“I’ll get you another.” One hand held her hip and the other palmed her
mound. He glanced up at her and licked his lips, then slipped his tongue
between her tender folds, tasting her with a groan of what sounded like relief.
She threw her head back with a hiss, “Oh God yes!”
He sucked and licked, urged on as her cries and pants got more urgent.
Pressing closer and teasing her pussy with his tongue, he then slipped a finger
into her heat and groaned as he flicked more forcefully. She squirmed under his
ministrations and arched her body into his mouth as she opened wider for him.
He spread the swollen lips and ran his tongue from the bottom to the top but
stopped just short of touching her clit. She moaned and whimpered, seeming to
want to be licked senselessly. Taking the suggestion with determination, he
licked and tugged all around the sensitive nubbin, resisting the little nudges
she kept making to push him to the point of pleasure.
Finally, she grabbed his hair. “You’re teasing me. Touch me there,”
she demanded.
A soft growl vibrated in the back of his throat and he chuckled
inwardly. His angel was taking control and he’d have none of that. Bringing her
to submission was his primary goal and he’d provide the incentive for her to
succumb to his dominance. The more his lips touched hers, the more he
insinuated his control over her. As soon as she let go of his hair, he sucked
the waiting clit inside his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over until
she screamed.
“Shh, angel. You’ll draw attention to us.” He stopped and waited for
her to catch her breath then started licking and sucking again. Just when he
sensed she was about to climax again, he stopped and stood up.
“On your hands and knees, angel.” As she complied with his demand, he
divested the remainder of his clothing. He dropped to his knees and positioned
his long and thick cock at her entrance. “You’re so wet and ready for me.” Then
he ran his cockhead along her swollen folds, lubricating the tip with her
juices, and with one thrust he pushed inside her hot sheath. She groaned and
pushed back against him until he entered her just a few inches. He stopped and
pulled out and repeated again. The soft mewing noises she made indicated her
need for more, and still he stopped just short of fully entering her. He wanted
her begging and he didn’t have to wait long. His angel was a quick learner.
“Please,” Merliah cried.
“Please what?”
“Make love to me. I can’t stand it anymore. I need you inside, Sorin.”
Obliged to please, he plunged his rock-hard cock deep into her moist
heat. As her wet sheath gripped him, he roared his pleasure, which echoed
through the forest of her creation. Her internal muscles contracted around his
shaft, wringing another moan from both of them. She met his rhythm, urging him
on. The need to feel her milk him to completion pulsed through his body. “So
tight and wet.” He leaned over and growled into her ear.
Merliah tilted her head to the side, exposing the smooth, pale skin of
her throat. The desire to bite her burned inside him, but his fangs did not
descend. The beast within didn’t claw at his chest.
STORY EXCERPT:
After four years wandering in the darkness of her mind, ready to
succumb to the grim pain, Merliah experienced such desperation, depression and
fatigue, she wanted to scream and find a way to end the misery. The strong
survival instinct brought her out of the coma initially years ago, but her
strength to fight remained hanging by a thread. This wasn’t living, awake and
aware but unable to communicate in any form was like death. When the
pitch-blackness first happened, she tried repeatedly to call out, but her voice
couldn’t be heard. Relentless, she tried over and over, to move a toe, a
finger, and she even cried to draw attention. The nurse, who witnessed the one
tear, all those years ago, dismissed the physical plea.
Merliah’s parents had her moved from the hospital to another facility.
She understood the distant voices calling the new place, Berger Institute. The
first reaction was of shock. Ohmigod, I’ve been put in an institution with
crazy people. Am I insane? She refused to believe Robbie abandoned her, but
after leaving the hospital, she never heard his sweet voice again. The man she
loved gave up and left her without saying good-bye and her imprisonment became
more painful and lonely. Her parents’ voices faded as well. Time ceased for her
and she slipped deeper and deeper into the gloomy abyss, existing on a
different plane of consciousness. She could hear and feel on the outside, but
remained in the darkness of her mind unable to communicate to her loved ones.
Time seemed to cease to exist. She’d occasionally hear the staff celebrating a
holiday, but after a few coming and going, Merliah stopped counting. The
instinctive will to survive faded.
One more cry out into the emptiness before she resigned to death’s
call was made as a last resort, and to her surprise and elation, a voice
answered. First, faintly, then it grew louder. A deep, melodic, and velvety
voice broke through the darkness reaching toward her. It was a man, with a
beautiful deep tone. His voice consoled her, wrapped around her and pulled her
toward the light. She cried tears of joy and then a slight fear overtook her
thoughts. Am I dead? Is he the Angel of Death from the stories I’ve read?
Up to that point, everything that made sense in her black world
evaporated. Minutes, hours, days, months slipped by slowly and now someone
reached out to her. How long she wandered aimlessly in her mind, often time
curled up in a ball in the depths of the bottomless pit, she didn’t know. Time
meant nothing without any reference point. The sweet-sounding, shadow man had
found her, and brought her into the light. Who was he and how did he find her
when no one else could? She didn’t know and didn’t care about the details. He
had found her, the only thing that mattered.
From the murky shadows, arms outstretched to clasp on to reality. She
jolted when his cold hand touched hers, swiftly pulling her toward the light
with his commanding voice guiding the way. Feeling the strong power moving her
forward, she feared he was the Dark Angel of Death and not salvation to the
world she had known before the blackness became her present life. She pulled
back from the stranger, frightened more than relieved. As she battled with the
fear, she glanced up but was unable to view his face, only sense the touch
which set her skin afire.
Several seconds ticked by, and a little more of the self-control
eroded away. His dominant presence began to put her at ease, and with one foot
in front of the other, he guided her through the prison of hopelessness.
“Come with me, you’ll be okay. I won’t hurt you.” The voice spoke
softly, a low, lyrical, and heavily accented one. Where is he from?
The power he exuded surrounded her again and his efforts to save her
worked as she fell under his spell and into the tight embrace. Fear, anger and
desperation had driven her to this desperate position. She either had to trust
him to lead her home or believe he was Death, or allow him to eliminate the
misery of her present existence. Either way, the hellish nightmare would end.
Could she leave the nightmare and be born again in dreams? Apprehension still
held her back because he could be nothing more than wishful thinking on her
part.
“You scare me. I called out for a long time and you’re the first
person to answer my cries. Am I dead?” The words were tentative, barely above a
whisper.
“I don’t sense you are. Blood runs strong through your veins. Your
skin is warm and your eyes are bright. You are definitely alive,” the shadow
man’s velvety voice soothed her.
Ohmigod, this man’s voice could melt icebergs. He certainly did a good job of bringing life
back into her desolate reality. Merliah’s senses screamed as if she were
freefalling over a cliff, becoming light-headed and the wind knocked out of her
lungs. Between his seductive words and the sensuous touch, the hunger of desire
clawed her insides to be released. The arousal continued with thin fingers tickling
up and down her spine. The light touches lit nerve endings on fire and caused
her pussy to contract. Her clit ached for attention, a simple caress to ease
the need she had not felt in God only knows how long.
The world she once remembered swirled in heat and desire. She
swallowed hard and tried to stifle the passion down building in her core. The
power of his presence shoved right back. Merliah stumbled backward and gasped
as the energy surged upward when gazing into the glowing red eyes piercing
through the darkness. The stare was one of a predator, a carnal stare which
stole her breath and sent her head spinning. She tried to breathe through the
fire consuming her.
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Cynthia Arsuaga
About the Author
Cynthia resides in Orlando, Florida, the land of
magic, surrounded by the treasured gems in her life, a caring, loving husband,
dutiful and loyal daughter, and precious, delightful granddaughter. Oh and not
to forget her mischievous Yorkshire terrier, Thumper.
Cynthia was a “Navy Brat” calling a different
port home every couple of years—from Southern California, to Boston, to
Virginia, to Florida. She developed wandering feet and diverse interests, and
passionately incorporates those experiences into her stories, bringing
characters to life, and eloquently sharing the vivid images of her mind with
her audience.
Cynthia’s debut
release, Born to Be Wild, came
available January 12, 2011 and can be purchased at www.store.secretcravingspublishing.com.
The list of releases available by her has grown. Born Again in Dreams is her twelfth release with Secret Cravings
Publishing and more are on the schedule for release in 2012 and 2013.
Born to Be Wild
Born to Play
Top Dog
Love and Death in the Big Easy
A Gift of Love
Texas Heat
The Cougar and Her Vampire
Vampire in Paris
Echoes in Eternity
Nightfall: Fantasies Fulfilled
Christmas with a Stranger (Free)
Five Hearts Anthology
