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Guest Author: Edlyn Reynolds + A Gift Card Giveaway

Welcome author Edlyn Reynolds with her new book Ares!Edlyn Banner

Edlyn ReynoldsA trip of a lifetime, a journey to save herself led Ava to Greece. While looking through the ancient ruins there she realized a truth that so few truly grasp… That sometimes History isn’t always right, and what’s more, sometimes Myths are far more than just that. In possession of a Book that could end a Gods life she sees things that no other human could. She sees them. And of course being her, pisses one of them off.

The God of War. He’s not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy. He’s a God with an attitude, but worse, he’s a God that’s got zero sense of humor. Seeing Ava he is instantly fascinated by her, and pissed off beyond all reason the moment she opens her mouth. Too damn bad that mouth is so kissable.

Barely keeping himself from spanking Ava he leaves the young mortal to her own devices. Until a party. Dionysus is known for his lavish and over the top parties, as well as for forcing his brethren to attend and mingle with the mortals. Wouldn’t be such a bad gig, if Dion hadn’t invited the only mortal to make Ares blood heat.

Sparks fly but soon the God of War finds himself opening up to this little beauty an wanting more. That is until that Book was opened.

Now everything is in jeopardy. Will Ava get her happily ever after or will the God of War be a casualty in a War that he didn’t control?

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Name:  Ares

Age:  Too old to bother counting

Job:  God of War

Interests:  Mayhem, war, danger, travel and my woman Ava

Describe yourself:  Tall, dark and dangerous. I take no shit, accept nothing at face value and am always watching for the knife coming at me from behind. I trust no one. Well, that was true until I met her. Ava, my Ava I trust with all I am and who I may come to be.

Pet Peeves:  Insolent humans and pink shirts. A real man doesn’t wear pink no matter how secure he is in his masculinity; it’s not a powerful color. Black, black is a damn fine color.

A little Q&A with the God of War

May I call you Ares?

Yes.

Ares, is there anything you can tell me that no other knows?

I prefer red wine with a meal even if it is chicken or pork. White, while it has its purposes, isn’t as soothing to the soul as its darker, richer counterpart.

How did you first meet Ava?

She was taking a tour of some of the temples in Athens when I first saw her. We started to talk and then she insulted me so I left.

Uh, oh my. Well… I’m guessing the two of you reconciled since you’re both sitting here, how did that happen?

Thanks to my brother Dionysus. You may know of him, he’s a good guy. He was having a big party for the grand opening of one of his new hotels and arranged for Ava to be there. He’d invited me and, since he’s one of my few relatives I can stand for more than two seconds at a go, I agreed to come. I’ve never once regretted that decision.

Well, congratulations to you both. Any advice you can give to those looking for love?

Don’t be an idiot. If there is someone in your life who is important say so. Don’t wait for a better moment, seize it and step up or you will regret it for the rest of time.

Excellent advice, thank you.

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Name:  Ava Von Maur

Age:  28

Job:  Currently between paying gigs

Interests:  Art, history and the amusing tidbits we mere mortals think we know about the Gods of Olympus

Describe yourself:  I always thought I was tall until I met Ares, but he makes me feel practically dainty. Dark hair, greenish eyes and my best feature would have to be my skin. It tans perfectly every summer and I got lucky, no blemishes. I’ve been told I’m sarcastic but I see it as just being witty and those of lesser intelligence sadly just can appreciate it.

Pet Peeves:  Candy packages that are too damn small. Really, you have to charge us an arm and a leg and then you only give us that miniscule amount, highway robbery!

A little Q&A with Ava

Anything you can share with us about Ares?

He’s a big old softie. He hates it when I say it but it’s true, at least for me. The rest of the beings in the universe aren’t so lucky to see it but I adore the fact I get to have something no one else has.

Favorite date you and he went on?

Oh, that’s a tough one. There have been a couple that have been so special. But I think the last one was pretty darn good and right near the top of the list. He took me to France and we went to this little place, off the beaten track where we had some of the best food ever. A little band was playing, soft and sweet music and he danced with me. He doesn’t do it often but every time he does its magical. The dancing I mean.

I would never have taken him for a dancer, nice tidbit to share.

He’s very light on his feet; he claims it’s from all those years of battle which I completely believe.

You said he’s light on his feet, has he ever come up behind you and scared the crap out of you?

More times than you know. It’s very irritating but he is trying to remember to make some sound, for me, even though it goes against all his instincts. How can I not love the big guy when he goes out of his way like that!

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Word association game – Ares & Ava

All right, the rules are simple. I’ll give you both a word and I want each of you to say the first thing that comes to mind. Here we go…

Fire

Ava:  Romantic dinner

Ares:  Pillaging and looting

Heart

Ava:  My Ares

Ares:  Ava of course, and an instant kill shot

(Ava:  Well at least I came first.  Ares:  You always come first.)

Romance

Ava:  Any date with Ares

Ares:  A sunset, Ava and a blanket anywhere in the world

We will be back as soon as these two stop making kissy faces and cooing at one another… while you’re waiting click on one of the buy links for Ares, and get your copy!

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And we’re back. Thank you both so much for coming in for this, it was greatly appreciated. Any last words you’d like to share with our readers?

Ava:  You never know what is around the next corner, but always be ready for it might just be the perfect man to complete your life and make each day special and amazing.

Ares:  Keep your blades sharp, your guns oiled and always trust your gut. The instincts will always guide you best, whether in dangerous situations or in times of romance which can be equally dangerous actually.

Ava:  That isn’t true.

Ares:  Sure it is, I told you about what happened with Dion that one time right?

Ava:  Oh…right. Well, that was an isolated incident.

Ares:  Hardly

WOW! What a couple! Edlyn has been kind enough to offer up a $10 Gift (iTunes, Amazon or Bookstrand) as a prize to one random commenter, so leave your thoughts and your email!

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The perfect lover…if only you can get him to stay.

Hello smutty folks!

Well, anyone who knows me a little, or who has picked up one of my books, will realize that I have a thing for the men of mythology. I mean, not that I have a problem with plumbers or dentists or accountants, especially the sexy ones, but when I fantasize I like to envision those larger-than-life dudes. The Greek gods. The vampires. The selkies.

Ever read the myths pertaining to selkie folk? Perhaps. There are even a few interesting books and movies out there dealing with the topic. However, most that I’ve seen are distinctly YA. This confuses me because in reading the myths from Scotland and Ireland, well, let’s just say the whole selkie appeal is drenched in sexuality.

For those who don’t know, selkie folk are supposed to be related to the Fae in some way. They are shape shifters, and can assume the form of a seal in water. However, selkie men and women can remove their pelts and assume human form as well. The old myths are full of stories of mortals stumbling upon a discarded selkie skin on the beach.

Now here’s the fun part. If you find a selkie skin, that selkie is obliged to pleasure you. Selkies are reputed to be astounding, indefatigable lovers!  In fact, they say if a mortal woman is unsatisfied with her love life, she can also cry 7 tears into the sea for a immortal selkie man. He will find her and love her as no mortal man can. BUT…and here’s the big but…the selkie will stay with you, unless he finds his skin. If he does, he will return to his beloved sea, never to be seen again.

There are countless tales of lovelorn human women and men, who stare out into the sea day after heartbreaking day, hoping for a glimpse of the selkie lover who abandoned them.

I made these myths the basis of my new novel The Selkie, an erotic paranormal set on the magical beaches of Orkney, Scotland. Read on for a little taste, and let me know if you might like to have a selkie lover of your own!

Blurb:

This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancé cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.

To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.

Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.

As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.

Excerpt:

She was attempting to stand on her wobbly legs, only to fall back down on her bottom, when she heard the sound of splashing water. Thinking it was her seal, Maggie turned to look.

Her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t the animal at all.

It was a man. He was rising out of the waves, walking toward her. She froze. He was nude, utterly nude, and was staring at her with overflowing intimacy. As if they’d had, God help her, relations.

And she realized, with sudden panic, they’d had! In her dreams. He was the seal-man from all her sex dreams.

No. Impossible.

Her first instinct was to call for help, but there was no one near. And then she realized with frightening awareness that she didn’t want any help anyway. Glued to her spot, she couldn’t help but drink him in.

He was beautiful, if unnervingly wet and naked. He had long, shiny, brown hair that hung down past his shoulders. His face could have belonged on an ad for expensive cologne, and he had a body to match. Sculpted shoulders gave way to arms corded in muscle. His defined chest was blanketed by a smattering of sparse, brown hair that led tantalizingly to his rock-hard abs.

Maggie held her breath as her gaze traveled lower on his body, taking in trim calves and thighs a quarterback would envy. And, she noted with simultaneous hunger and horror, his penis was the biggest she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was thick and long and glistening with the droplets of water that yet cascaded over his body. And it seemed to be reaching for her. She gulped, and forced herself to look back up at his face.

There was a faint glow about his skin, a shimmery aura. Dismissing it as a trick of the moonlight, she shook her head.

He was almost upon her, and his full lips were taut in a teasing grin. Maybe he was a surfer who’d lost not only his board, but his shorts in the waves. She knew she should be frantic, but wasn’t. There was something in his brown eyes that was so familiar, so soothing, even as they swept over her own body with lustful appreciation.

He stopped in front of her, and stood boldly, unashamed of his glorious nakedness. She managed to spit out one hushed word. “You.”

“You,” was his equally awed reply.

Buy Links:

www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/theselkie.htm

http://www.amazon.com/The-Selkie-ebook/dp/B0095M6R7O/ref=la_B007X5P4I8_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347123491&sr=1-1

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theselkie-930496-140.html

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