xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: April 2020

Wednesday 29 April 2020

Rock You Like a Hurricane #interview #threesome #Menage #RomCom #NewAdult #CollegeCoeds #LoveTriangle


Title: Rock You Like a Hurricane
Series: Triple Passion Play



Limited Time Re-release Sale: $.99*
*US Price, prices in other countries vary based on market)
Buy Links:
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Short Interview

  1. What made you decide to re-publish the first book in the Triple Passion Play series?

Sierra: After the unfortunate passing of the owner of the publishing company, my rights to Rock You Like a Hurricane reverted to me. To keep the book available, I had to re-publish.

  1. You made extensive revisions. Why?

Sierra: The characters in the Triple Passion Play series are some of my favorites which is probably why I wrote four books featuring them. The first book was published in 2016. When I was ready to re-publish, I took a fresh look at the story. Rock You Like a Hurricane was still a fun, sexy read, but in the past four years, I’ve learned a lot, and my writing style has changed. The voice no longer sounded like my own so I edited until the characters and story felt like they belonged to me again.

  1. Were there any major changes in the plot?

Sierra: No. The bones and the heart of the story are the same. The timeframe covers less than forty-eight hours—Rock You Like a Hurricane is all about the catalyst for the deeper relationship developing between Ken, Tommy, and Trisha in the next three books.

  1. Is Rock You Like a Hurricane a historical romance?

Sierra: Not really. I call it a retro erotic romance. I wrote book four, Triple Naughty Christmas, first before any of what became the first three books. My intended had been to write a stand-alone holiday romance about a seasoned poly relationship. Once my middle-aged trio began to come to life on the pages, I felt like a lot more of the story of Trisha, Tommy, and Ken deserved to be told. The beginning seemed like a great place to start. Book one is set in 1996 when the three MCs are still in college. 

  1. Why does Rock You Like a Hurricane feature so much world-building?

I wanted to convey a sense of nostalgia for the mid-to-late 90s, but I spent a lot of energy setting the scene for a much larger reason. In order for older readers to be able to relate to the main characters, I needed them to feel as if they were stepping into the college coed/new adult mind frame. Tommy, Trisha, and Ken behave differently in book one than they do in book four because they’re not nearly as mature or confident yet. Navigating the early days of adulthood is a challenging time often filled with impulsive decisions and mixed-emotions of anxiety and excitement. I wanted my mature readers to remember those heart-pounding, fly-by-the-seat of your pants, but in some ways, much simpler days.


Sales Blurb

Lifelong best friends, Tommy Marks and Ken Davidson know each other so well they’re an unstoppable team able to complement respective strengths while ironing out each other’s weaknesses. Neither man can imagine a life without the other, but they never expected to fall for the same women. College student, Trisha Harper is fascinated by the synergy between Ken and Tommy. She's attracted to both and unable or unwilling to decide which man she likes best.
As the trio prepares to ride out a hurricane together, Tommy and Ken make a gentleman’s agreement promising neither will make a move on Trisha. With the tropical cyclone raging outside and the electricity out, the stakes are high, and their pact might not withstand the eye of the storm. Both men teeter between desire and the fear of rejection and loss, but Trisha has no plans to break up the dynamic duo. For her, it’s all or nothing, and she’s determined to have Tommy and devour Ken too.
Warning: Rock You Like a Hurricane and is a male-female-male (MFM) romance. The story contains sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes with graphic, descriptive language. If you are offended by explicit content, you might want to read a different book. Although the Triple Passion Play series starts out as MFM in book one, the relationship progresses to MMF in later books. Previously published by Liquid Silver Books.



Excerpt


“Can we all fit?” Trisha eyed the small tub.
“What?” Ken’s head jerked in her direction and Tommy laughed as if she were joking.
Without answering, Trisha removed her soiled top. She didn’t say a word as she stood naked in front of the sink while she rinsed and wrung out the garment before hanging it with the others flopped over the shower stall. She gazed in the mirror at the two deer caught in headlights standing behind her. While turning around to face them, she hid her frayed nerves behind a smile. “I’m showing you mine so I expect to see yours.”
Ken’s eyes widened and his lips parted, seemingly struck speechless. Tommy hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear, curing Ken’s laryngitis immediately. “Tommy, you idiot, maybe she was talking to me!”
Trisha burst out laughing at Ken’s priceless expression of annoyance. “She’s messing with us.” Disappointment dripped from Tommy’s words.
“No, No.” Trisha managed between bouts of laughter. “I’m so dead serious.” She held her stomach, waiting for her breath to regulate before pointing to her breasts’ engorged nubs with both index fingers. “Does this look like I’m joking?”
As both men eyeballed her chest, stiffening nipples pulled her skin tight while a jolt of electricity resonated between her legs. She checked back and forth, right to left, over and over, ogling Tommy and Ken as hard as they were her. A sizeable bulge strained the fabric of Ken’s underwear while about half an inch of Tommy’s cockhead was already pushing out over the top of his waistband. 
Her eyes bugged out. He must be huge! She trembled, aching for them to take her. She needed this. She needed them.
“Me or him?” Ken’s voice seemed shaky.
“Yeah, tell us who you want.” Tommy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his palm on the back of his neck.
Watching their anxious faces, she sweltered, and her pussy dampened with arousal. Her tummy turned somersaults. She didn’t answer them as she slipped into the tub and sat down. “Who’s going to wash my back?”



Reviews

What a fantastic read...I loved every page..the characters flowed..the storyline was fresh and so damn sexy lol
This is the first book I've read from this author and I can honestly say I can't wait to see what other adventures she has in store for us...

Thank you and blessed be
Victoria – Amazon reader

I didn't know what to expect since I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review but I really enjoyed this book!!!!!!!!!!! At first I was skeptical but after reading the first few chapters and getting to know both male characters I was very intrigued and could not stop reading. Both Tommy and Ken have endearing qualities and the yin and yang balance between the two were very nice. I really LOVED the character of Trisha and how realistic her curiosity with both male characters progressed. The internal dialogue throughout the book was funny and witty where I found myself laughing out loud at times. I have not read a lot of M/F/M novels however I thoroughly enjoyed this one. It had a good amount of dialogue and passionate yet raunchy scenes. I was not sure what hentai was but after looking it up I can see that it fit in with your story and character very well. I also really loved the flow of the story and the descriptions for everything, where creative analogies and metaphors were utilized making the story more relatable. I look forward to more by this author. :) THANKS SIERRA!! XOXOXO



More Books in the Triple Passion Play Series
The Power of Three
Amazon US UK CA AU 

Baby Makes Four
Amazon US UK CA AU

Triple Naughty Christmas 
Amazon US UK CA AU


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Monday 27 April 2020

KISS ME, KILL ME (Blood Kissed, Book 2) by Sayara St. Clair #ParanormalRomance #Romance #RomanticComedy #SayaraStClair #Vampire











New Release


KISS ME, KILL ME (Blood Kissed, Book 2)
by Sayara St. Clair



















Oh, Universe…how bad dost thou suck? Let me count the ways.

Near demise by molesting dudes in an alleyway.
Near demise by marsupial-induced car crash.
Near demise by colleague/psycho stalker.
Near demise by rogue vamps in that other alley.

Really, I should have taken my boyfriend up on his offer to turn me. But choosing to endure a liquid diet for all eternity is a weighty proposition. I mean, life hasn’t been all blood and crumpets for Greg since becoming a creature of the night. Then there’s the case of the only other vampire I know, who didn’t exactly take her turning like a champ.

Door Number One: retain my humanity.
Door Number Two: embrace vampirehood.

Being a scientist, I analyse things. Down to the bone. The sample size of two vampires, combined with the lack of available literature on humanity versus vampirehood, makes it impossible to accumulate any meaningful data upon which to base my decision.

While I’m busy weighing the pros and cons, the universe serves up one more heaping helping of suck—in the form of a formidable opponent determined to freeze me out (literally) and snatch away my man.

This is SO gonna hurt. I should have opted for Door Number Two sooner…


(Kiss Me, Kill Me may be read as a standalone novel.)



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Excerpt:


‘Die, you bloodsucking mofo!’ I screeched.
I slapped said mofo so hard against the wall, I jarred my wrist.
My boyfriend came racing out of the study. Skidding to a halt next to me, he frantically scanned the room. ‘What are you screaming about? Bloodsuckers?
I carefully peeled my hand off the wall to see the obliterated creature and a smear of blood (my blood) on both the plaster and my palm. ‘I’ve been trying to concentrate on writing my paper, and this son-of-a-bitch mosquito has been buzzing about, biting me relentlessly for the past fifteen minutes.’
Greg narrowed his eyes at the blood-smeared wall while I projected nah-man-don’t-do-it thoughts at him. There was an uncomfortable silence, then, ‘Lucky bastard,’ Greg muttered under his breath before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
I should mention, at this point, that my boyfriend is a vampire. A real-live, honest-to-God vampire.
No one was more surprised than me when, after a long disappearance on Greg’s part and a messy emotional breakdown on mine, Greg reappeared with extra-pointy canines, a raging haemoglobin fetish and a permanent case of immortality.
The fact that my blood is exceptionally delicious to him, combined with my reluctance to let him bite me, is apparently making the man testy. And jealous of mosquitoes.
He’s only fairly new at being a vampire, and I’m not fully convinced he’s in total control of his urges. The ones that, once he gets a taste of me, make him want to keep sucking away until he drains me dry.
Then we have testiness-inducing issue number two: Greg wanting to turn me. He brings it up occasionally, and as time passes, with increasing regularity. Since he’s viewing the world through immortal goggles, he’s convinced I’m terribly fragile and in danger of expiring any minute now. Because I’m not sure I actually want to be a vampire, I haven’t given him a definite answer yet.
‘Hello, my name is Kayana Castello Branco. I’m a blood bank scientist (which I must say, has turned out to be quite fortuitous, my boyf being so into the red stuff), and I’m rather good at ignoring all the difficult things.’
I wiped up my blood with a tissue. Yes, I had entertained the notion that Greg might lick it off the wall—my bad! I was washing my hands in the kitchen when a knock on the front door interrupted my washing…and ignoring. Thank goodness. Ignoring is more taxing than one would expect.
‘Mellie!’ I yelled at my best friend, who was standing at the threshold when I swung the door open.
‘Ana!’ she yelled back.
Why the yelling? Melanie and I are simply so happy to see each other every time we meet, we always do it.
Melanie came in for a hug. She’s five feet neat, but strong for such a short-ass. Grabbing my five-eight frame around the middle, she squeezed.
I returned her hug, then stepped back and inspected her.
Melanie is always doing something different with her hair. Last time I’d beheld her—three days prior—her waist-length curls had been dark red. Since then, she’d had her hair trimmed to shoulder length, straightened, coloured dark blonde and highlighted with ash blonde, platinum blonde, and a strange silvery grey. And hot damn, she looked fabulous. She was rocking a goth vibe today: an almost-black plum velvet sheath dress with a mandarin collar, deep-wine lipstick, a truckload of smudged eyeliner and her black Doc Martens.
‘Man, you look stunning,’ I declared, my tone slightly reverent.
‘I know, right?’ she said, flicking her hair like a shampoo-ad girl on crack. She twinkled at me with her blue, blue eyes and then breezed into my apartment.
I chuckled as I closed the door. Which I happen to do a lot when Melanie’s around. The chuckling, I mean, not the door closing. And when I’m not doing that, I’m generally busting a gut, laughing.
‘Because we were so busy talkin’ about me,’ said Melanie as she flounced onto my sofa, ‘I didn’t have a chance to say how bloody spectacular you’re lookin’. I love you in all white. If I wore that, I’d look like someone killed me five days ago. But it looks amazin’ against your skin with your dark hair and eyes.’
‘Why, thank you.’ I wore a tailored white, sleeveless dress with an above-the-knee hemline. There was a silver chain belt slung low on my hips. When I walked, the extra length of chain swung beside my thigh. Greg had liked the effect so much, he’d removed the entire outfit, reattached the chain around my hips and done things that had made it swing. Wildly.
I should also point out that vampires have large libidos. Well, to be honest, I don’t know about other vamps. But my vampire, Dr Greg Morgan? His libido is a ravening beast these days. Actually, ravening beast doesn’t even cover it.  It is the T. rex of the world of lust.  Eating up all the other puny libidos and picking its teeth with their bones.
Not that I’m complaining or anything.




Praise for the series:

I have a newfound love for vampires and cannot wait until Sayara St. Clair brings out another book. Phenomenal tale. Highly recommended.” –Author Ellie Douglas

“If you like vampires, like your characters to be so real you connect with them, and you want a book that is going to make you laugh one minute and gasp the next, then this is the book for you! I loved it. Brilliantly written!!” –Author Kathleen Harryman

“St. Clair is obviously a skilled wordsmith who can take the reader through laughter, fear and horror so that you don’t know what’s coming next.” –Author Stephenson Holt

“The characters are lovely and very entertaining, written with a wonderful sense of humor. I loved every minute of reading!!” –Amazon Review








About The Author


If someone told a young Sayara St. Clair that one day she would be an erotic/paranormal-romance-writing Aussie expat living in Thailand, she would have snort-laughed and yelled, “You. Be. Crazy!”
If someone told her the same thing now, she would not yell, only nod solemnly. Because that actually happened.

Sayara has a science degree, with majors in both microbiology and biochemistry. Working in the fields of serology and tissue banking, she got to do lots of cool and sometimes slightly weird stuff. She was employed as the manager/buyer for furniture retail stores, where she had a chance to unleash her inner interior decorator. (Interior design is one of her great passions.) And for a time, she taught English to students in Asia. (Hanging about in a roomful of extremely loud, pint-sized humans is not one of her great passions.)
 She has written ads for TV, print and radio; real estate brochures; website copy; and a screenplay. Now she’s writing fiction and has discovered it’s her favorite thing to do. She’s also learned that writing sultry romances is so much more fun than writing dry old scientific journal articles. No one has sex in scientific journal articles. Not the ones she wrote anyway.

When not writing, she may be most commonly found in a horizontal position reading, in the kitchen baking, in the garden planting, or somewhere else singing at the top of her lungs. She loves music and is prone to spontaneous bouts of dancing.

With regards to vampires and chocolate: she bites one on a daily basis and has had a lifelong obsession with the other. And she’s not telling which one’s which.


Awards
* Silver Medal in Romance Sizzle—Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards, 2019.
* Honorable Mention in Romance Sizzle—Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards, 2019.
* Solo Medalist in Literary Erotica—New Apple Summer eBook Awards, 2019.
* Solo Medalist in Literary Erotica—The Fifth Annual New Apple Book Awards.
* Official Selection in eBook Romance/Literary Erotica—The Fifth Annual New Apple Book Awards.



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