Friday, November 9, 2007

Devlin's Desire Blurb & Excerpt

Imprint: Ellora’s Cave
Devlin’s Desire by Sapphire Blue
Release date: 11/2/07
Genre: Shapeshifter

Devlin Decatur is a shape shifter who refuses to accept his heritage. He’s a millionaire playboy and nothing else. Until, she enters the picture. She belongs to the same tribe that Devlin refuses to be a part of; she is the one that has come to take him back to the Gungi Rain Forest so that he can save their tribe. She is the one who makes him quiver with need.
Gabriella Kincaid is on a mission to save her people. She’s traveled far and will go to any lengths to see this mission through, even sacrifice her body. But Gabriella soon realizes that giving herself to Devlin is not a sacrifice, but a submission to the scorching heat that simmers between them.
Devlin and Gabriella find consolation in both their feline and erotic connection. But when danger threatens their lives, their distraction could prove deadly.

***Note: Contains a brief scene of male/male sexual contact.***


Cursing, he headed back into the crowd, excusing himself and giving brief nods of hellos and goodnights as he headed toward the elevator. Slamming his palm into the “up” button, he impatiently slipped his hands into his pockets.
It was then that he felt it.
The slithery sensation of being watched. His body stilled, but he did not turn. If someone was behind him, they weren’t going to act out here in the open. He inhaled, catching a scent that was elusive, yet familiar.
His nose twitched. The scent was female, an aroma he would recognize anywhere. It was the intoxicating smell of pussy. Not the soft, buttery smell of a freshly cleaned crotch, but the heady, musky scent of a woman fully aroused. It was thick and heavy, hovering like a blanket waiting to be dropped. His entire body warmed.
The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside, wondering if she were hungry enough to stalk him—would she continue the chase?
On the ride up, Devlin pulled his tie off and stuffed it into his pocket. All his senses were alert, the smallest sound in the empty elevator magnified like an echo. Unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, he smirked. Would the mystery woman be standing outside the elevator doors when they opened? She hadn’t joined him on the elevator, but he knew she was still following.
Her scent still lingered and he licked his lips, imagining the taste. She would be dripping wet, the aroma was too strong for her not to be. She would be plump, her vulva thick and aching to be kissed. Her clit would be hard to the point of pleasurable pain.
His cock already hurt with the immediate pressure of his thoughts. So much so that he couldn’t resist moving a hand down to grasp the rigid length. With a moan, he inhaled again and thrust once, then twice, through his pants into his open palm. This action did not help. Wherever this pussy was, he wanted it, badly.
Devlin had to admit the slightest twinge of disappointment when he stepped off the elevator to the fifteenth floor and she wasn’t there. He walked down the long hallway to his office, angry at himself for being so quickly and totally aroused. Once inside, he made his way to his desk, flicked on the lamp and began collecting the papers for the HHC account. He was tossing the papers into his briefcase when he heard the sound.
Like a whisper in the air, she stepped inside the room. He paused, but did not look up. His heart hammered and his cock lurched. The door clicked shut, the lock sliding into place with a distinctive pop. She walked purposefully toward him, willing him to acknowledge her. With every ounce of strength he could muster, Devlin did not.
“I need a moment of your time,” she said in a voice so thick and erotic it matched the heady scent of her essence.
Raising his head slowly, Devlin let his gaze rest on the visitor. She was tall, probably near five ten or eleven. She was stacked. Her hips curved in the shiny black material of her costume. Said material was so slick, so precisely sheathed over her body, that the crevice at her juncture was clearly visible. His gaze instantly rested there. His mouth watered.
Because he was a seasoned playboy, Devlin never rushed, but for the first time felt an overwhelming urge to move quickly. His gaze slowly lifted to her breasts, where again, that black material hugged the heavy globes, pushing them upward so that very pleasant mounds peeked out. From the plunging neckline, he saw that her skin was a creamy brown tone. Her face was partially covered by the mask over her eyes. But…her eyes…
They were green, a sharp green that glittered in the dimly lit office. A green that didn’t seem quite normal.
It was when his gaze fell to her mouth, her full succulent lips, that he remembered she’d said something. “Appointments are made through my administrative assistant.”
“Not this type of appointment.”
He stood ramrod straight, then slipped his hands into his pockets again. He was experiencing an overpowering urge to reach out and touch her, to feel her inviting curves in his hands. Then he would fuck her hard and fast. “And what type of appointment is this?”
She took a step forward, then with a movement that was as smooth, as natural-looking as if she were born super agile, she lifted a leg and climbed up onto his desk. She was on all fours coming straight at him when she murmured, “This is personal.”

EXCLUSIVE: Devlin Decatur Speaks!

Devlin’s Desire
Ellora’s Cave


Devlin Decatur
Occupation: CEO Decatur Enterprises
Age: 35
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 210
Species: Panthera Onca of the melanistic variety (black jaguar)


I am just a man.
However, my genetics will tell a different story.
It is not my fault, this mixture of man and beast that I am.
Now, she is here. She is like me, she says. She needs me, she insists.
But I am just a man.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

HEADLINE: Interview with Lilith Mercury, Werewolf Hunter

The Blue Notes Interview with Lilith Mercury, Werewolf Hunter

SB: I understand that you're a Hunter, but you're also a woman. How do you differentiate the two?

*Lilith sits back and crosses her legs, considering SB for a moment before responding*

LM: It's never been a problem for me, really. I know that may sound strange, but I didn't stop being a woman when I became a Hunter. I'm just a woman who happens to track down rogue werewolves. It's a strange occupation, I'll admit ... but I still like to shop for lingerie.

Dating has its issues, of course. But that's just life.

SB: **Smiling and nodding as if I can relate.** Do you believe in happily ever after?

LM: Somewhere deep down, I think I do. I've had my heart broken more than once ... it makes trust difficult.

SB: Do you have any other hobbies?

*Lilith laughs*

LM: Sure. I mean, a girl can't cut up werewolves every day, right? I'm also an artist. I love to paint and write poetry. I also keep a sketchbook in my room for the nights I just can't sleep. Oh, and gardening. As you can tell, I like to stay busy. If I didn't have hobbies, I think I might go crazy sometimes. You can only see so much death before you need a bit of life to balance things out. I guess that's why I like to create things, like art, or watch my roses grow.

SB: Speaking of men...oh, we weren't speaking of men...well, we should be. **I chuckle to keep the mood light.** Speaking of men, what's the deal with this current love triangle you're in? What draws you to Alfred? And how does this affect how you feel about Marco?

*Lilith raises one eyebrow as she answers*

LM: Yikes. You're going for my throat. But you're right, we might as well be speaking of men, because I sure as hell was thinking about them. I don't know if I'd call my situation a love triangle exactly, but it certainly is complicated.

I'll be honest with you, I am in love with Alfred. I always have been in one way or another. I'm drawn to his strength. He's been a part of my life for so long ... I can hardly remember what it was like to not have him around. He's my friend, and partner ... but more than that, he's someone I can trust.

*Lilith sighs heavily before answering the next part of the question*

Marco ... I really wish I could tell you more about my feelings for him, but I haven't figured it out yet myself. He's not who I thought he was. I was led to believe that he was my enemy ... but when I'm near him, when I listen to him talk ... the pieces just don't quite fit. He's compassionate and kind. I never expected that. I also never expected to feel ... whatever the hell it is that I feel when I'm near him.

SB: How does Alfred feel about you being away with Marco? Or does he know you're away with Marco?

LM: Are you kidding me? If he knew he would kill him. And NO, I'm not going to tell him.

SB: **Hmmm, she doesn’t realize I didn’t say these questions were off the record. I smile.** Okay, here's my final question: Should we expect sparks to fly on the next full moon?

*Lilith rises to leave the room as she answers*

LM: Not unless they're coming out of the end of Alfred's gun. Are we done here?

SB: Well, I…I guess we are.

**Lilith has already left the room**

SB: Tune in next week when I’ll have another exclusive interview with a jaguar shifter whose trip to the jungle may just start another world war!

Friday, October 26, 2007

Everything You Desire Contest Part II

Congratulations to the winners of the Everything You Desire Contest Part I. I thoroughly enjoyed reading all the entries of your most desired sexual experience. From hazelnut oil, to delicious threesomes and over the top group sex, they were all very entertaining! :)

Now on to the next round of giveaways!

Everything You Desire Contest Part II

To continue the celebration of my new release, Touch Me, Please Me, the first story in the Desirables series, I’m offering a choice of desired gifts.

For the first three persons who purchase Touch Me, Please Me and can email me ( the name of the book Cedric is currently working on you will win the chance to choose your own prize! Your choices are behind Door #1, Door #2 or Door #3. Behind each door will be one of the following: $25 Victoria ’s Secret Gift Card; $25 Barnes and Noble Gift Card; or $25 Wal Mart Gift Card. So whether your desired gift is something sexy, something literary, or anything you can imagine in a super store, you’re guaranteed to win!

Don't delay, this contest ends on Monday, November 5, 2007. So order your copy of Touch Me, Please Me and enter to win!

Monday, October 15, 2007

Sweating with Sven

So I took the plunge. I signed up for Sweating with Sven--a 70 day writing challenge. With a few projects that I need to complete by the first of the year I needed a kick in the butt! So here goes...wish me luck! :)

Everything You Desire Contest

Everything You Desire Contest!

My first LooseID release is now available! Touch Me, Please Me is the first story in the Desirables series. The Desirables are beautiful witches who act on their every desire where men…or women…are concerned.

On that note, I’m holding a contest for anyone bold enough to share their deepest sexual desires—whether it be a man, a woman, a ménage, a same sex tryst, whatever—the three hottest desires will receive a copy of Touch Me, Please Me. Email all entries to:, with ‘Everything You Desire Contest’ in the subject line. Contest deadline is Friday, October 19, 2007, 5pm EST.

This is a no holds barred event…unleash your hidden desires!

Visit my website for a complete blurb and excerpt from Touch Me, Please Me, and sign up for my Newsletter for more opportunities to win!

Friday, October 12, 2007

Character Interviews

I had the distinct pleasure of interviewing the characters of Loose ID’s newest release, Touch Me, Please Me. Sahara Baker is a Desirable Witch, a line of promiscuous and powerful women who fight for justice and mate for pure enjoyment. Desirables don’t have morals, they don’t have relationships and they don’t fall in love…or so they think.

Cedric Compton is a writer with quick wit and intelligent eyes. He sees beyond the surface to the real person that most of us hide. Cedric is a dreamer. He’s serious and he’s loyal. He’s just the kind of man an unsuspecting woman would fall for.

Sahara Baker

Q: Where were you born?

A: Mystic, Connecticut

Q: What’s your favorite color?

A: Lime green and lilac

Q: What’s your favorite food?

A: Shrimp

Q: What’s your favorite position?

A: Any one that I am in control of

Q: What are you looking for in a mate?

A: Size and longevity.

Q: What will you do for love?

A: Anything.

Cedric Compton

Q: You’re a writer, describe your ideal heroine?

A: One with inner beauty, strength and integrity.

Q: So outer beauty, sex appeal, none of that matters to you?

A: C’mon, I’m a man, those things are a given. But there has to be more.

Q: How do you separate what’s real and what’s make believe?

A: Feelings are always real. No matter where they stem from, they are substantive.

Q: Have you always believed in magic?

A: I’ve always believed in my imagination. Magic has been there from the start that’s why I write about it.

Q: Did you ever envision yourself falling for a witch?

A: [He laughs.] A witch would be the last person I figured myself falling for. But just as in fiction, anything in life is possible.

Q: What are your thoughts on the Phantoms?

A: They have a job to do, a purpose as do we all. Unfortunately, the Deisrables are commissioned to stop them.

Q: Speaking of one Desirable in particular…

A: Sahara Baker? [he interrupts]

Q: Yes, Sahara. Do you two have any future plans?

A: [His smile is broad.] We’re taking it one day at a time.

Q: And what is your relationship with Colina Devin?

A: [He shifts in his chair uncomfortably.] Colina is a close—a very close—friend. [His eyes twinkle mischievously and this reporter assumes the rumors of a threesome are true.]