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As a society, we are in love with celebrity. Maybe you’ve not been bitten by the fame bug, but if you have, and you want the exposure or simply enjoyment of seeing your name in a book, here’s how you can do that.

Go to my Facebook page at:

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Befriend me, and follow me.

At this time, I’m about 10K words into my latest novel, tentatively entitled Rakes in Tartan. It’s the third in my bestselling Kilburn Vampires series. The first book, Temptation in Tartan reached #1 on the All Romance Ebooks list (other-historical) and hung round in the top five for a week. The second, Desire in Tartan, has been purchased by Ellora’s Cave and awaits publication.

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Your name would be attached to a minor character, Clan Kilburn’s “man of affairs” in London. At the time–1816–a man of affairs was the person who handled business for a member of the nobility, many of whom would not wish to soil their hands in filthy lucre. As for my hero, he’s too busy wooing his lady love to want to annoy himself with the mundane business of investigating her family.

And what would this man of affairs discover?

That remains to be seen. But in the world I’ve created, not all vampires are named Kilburn.

Using a random number generator, I will choose from among my FB followers just before I submit the manuscript to my editor.

Thanks for participating! As an added incentive, the chosen one will get a free copy of the book.

If you’re not familiar with the series, here’s what it’s about:

Rumors have followed the chieftains of Clan Kilburn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

The gossip is frightening, but the reality is even darker.

From the elegant mansions of Mayfair to the mist-shrouded Highlands, the Kilburn vampires hunt, swive and kill. None are immune to their dangerous allure.

Who are the women who would dare to love them?

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift

She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun

 

 

A vampiric Sunday Snog from Suz deMello

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I again thank the wondrous Vicky Blisse for sharing her blog so generously.

Today’s snog is from the bestselling story Angel Laird, Vampire Wife, one of the “Clan Kilburn Vampires” series.

Here’s what it’s about:

Edgar, Laird MacReiver, had never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird…until she bit his tongue and drank his blood. Will tying her hands, spanking her rump and making her come tame the wild child of the infamous vampire clan?

Or are some women too dangerous to tame?

And here’s the snog:

Edgar’s lips caressed hers and her mind emptied of everything except this new experience. She wanted to remember everything about her first kiss: the strength of his arms, the warmth of his lips followed by the wetness of his tongue as it slid slyly into her mouth.

His flavor was distinctive, a spice like nothing she’d tasted before, a toothsome relish composed of spring water, mint and honey. The scent of the forest mingled with his aroma, a fragrance that melded good male sweat with an underlying freshness that reminded her of the summer sun glittering on the sea.

His hand trailed down her back to curve over her bottom. He squeezed, and the tingling heat of passion spread from his broad warm palm to encompass all of her. A purr rose in her throat. She slid her arms beneath his and held onto his shoulders from behind.

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She pulled him in tight, wanting nothing but this kiss to go on and on forever. Life had become so simple. Their mouths touching, their hands exploring, their bodies pressed against each other were everything. Nothing else mattered.

She sucked on his tongue but still wanted more. She nipped and then, tasting a new flavor, licked the tip. Was it his blood? She didna care. He was delicious.

She sucked harder. Yes, that was his blood seeping over her tongue from the tiny bite, and it was intoxicating…he was intoxicating. He groaned and his grip tightened. She became aware that his muscular body had hardened against hers.

That she’d taken his blood had stirred him, she realized with a bolt of pure lust snapping through her. He was aroused by her need and that, in turn, inflamed her. His maleness thrust blindly, seeking her warmth and heat. She pressed herself against him not only with desire but also with a sense of wonderment. She had not known how good he’d feel pressed against her.

His hands shifted, roamed, explored…he took her wrists and drew them down to the small of her back.

He pulled away but she couldn’t reach for him to bring him back. He gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes with a peculiar intensity. His blond hair swung loose, and she realized what he’d done.

He’d bound her hands behind her back with his leather hair tie.

“What…why did ye do that?” She tried to tug her wrists apart, but he’d tethered them firmly.

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres,

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including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift

She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun

 

A Scottish Snog: from Temptation in Tartan by Suz deMello

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Today’s snog is from my #1 bestseller (according to ARE at least—their historical-other list).

Temptation in Tartan is about a young English lady who found herself in a bit of a mess:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

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But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

Lydia and Kieran, Laird Kilborn, do end up enjoying their HEA but it was a rough road.

Here’s their kiss. Did I mention that it’s not on the mouth?

“Ye look right funny with yer mouth open like that.”

She shut it with a snap.

“Ye know what a man likes to do with a lassie’s open mouth, don’t ye?”

“Kiss it?”

“Nay.”

“Um, put his tongue into it?”

He stood, unlaced his trews and took out his cock, running his fingers along its already nerve-wracking size. He smoothed away a fleshy covering to reveal a thick, rigid pole.

She gaped.

“Exactly so, me wife. Shall we try this?”

His voice was soft and supplicating. Reassured, she managed a nod. Her gaze remained fixed on his thickening member as he pulled off boots and stockings, shirt and trews.

Her gaze flashed up to his chest, muscular, white-skinned and furred with black curls, then back to his cock, and down. His legs were as hard and brawny as the rest of him, with the shapely calves she remembered from the first time they’d met.

His member again seized her attention. She was fascinated by his tool, framed as it was by a thick bed of black hair.  “I, er, I’ve never known anyone who could divest himself of his clothes so quickly.”

“Ye’re a lass of limited experience, but ye’ll not hear me complain.”

Reaching for her ankles, he tugged them down, then arranged a pillow beneath her head, elevating it for…what?

“Ye seem right curious about my friend, here.” He fondled his rigid length, its vivid color a contrast with the pale skin that covered the rest of his muscular body.

“Er, yes.”

“Explore all ye wish, me bonny wife. He’s yours to use as ye will.” Kieran climbed back onto the bed, kneeling with one knee on either side of her torso. He smiled down at her.

She reached with a hesitant finger and touched the tip. Firm, round and red. She stroked, and from beneath the surface smoothness a hard core jutted into her hand.

“Oh!” She jerked her fingers away.

He replaced them. “He often does seem to have a mind of his own, but I try to think with the one in me head.” He gave her his impish grin.

She smiled back and gave him a hesitant squeeze.

Sucking in a breath, he closed his eyes. Encouraged, she squeezed more firmly and then ran her fingertips up and down, watching and listening as well as feeling. A musky aroma mingled with Kieran’s usual fresh scent and her roses. She leaned forward to sniff his privates and inhaled deeply, her nose nuzzling his cods.

His cock, swaying, bumped against her cheek and she used her lips and tongue to move it away. Another indrawn breath from her husband, this one louder. Interesting. She turned her head to one side and again put her mouth to his shaft.

“Yesssss….”

Aha. She slid her lips up and down his length, eliciting a groan. She hoped it was a happy groan, and looked up to see Kieran’s eyes closed with an ecstatic expression on his face.

If you like what you read, and are interested in more, here’s a buy link:

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And here’s a little bit about me:

Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift ). Her sites are at http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com.

Meeting the Lucky Seven Challenge!

She got me! That is, Victoria Blisse tagged me to participate in the Lucky Seven blog challenge, open only to writers. Here’s how it works: You go to your work in progress, head to page 7 or 77, count down 7 lines, then post the next seven sentences, no matter what they are.

So here’s a selection from Desire in Tartan, the sequel to Temptation in Tartan. It takes place just after the hero and the heroine have become handfasted.

It’s gonna be a hot wedding night!

“Stand up and take off your clothes.” His voice had taken on a shard of steel running through it.

“What?”

“Ye heard me. Take off your clothes, every stitch. You’ve done a great wrong, me wife, and ye’ll be punished for it.”

She stared at him open-mouthed.

It’s June–how about a Scottish wedding snog?

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This wedding snog comes from my bestselling (oh, how I LOVE that word!) book Temptation in Tartan. This isn’t too much of a spoiler, for the marriage of convenience occurs early in the story.

But first, here’s what the book is about:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

And here’s the snog:

The tiny chapel had been a good choice on her mother’s part. Without the attendance of family and friends, using any of the larger, more popular churches would have been frightful. Set offside the main kirk, the chapel, with only a tapestry depicting Christ’s birth, was by contrast cozy, comfortably holding the few attendees: Lydia’s cousin, her mother, plus Kieran’s cousin Dugald Kilborn. Kier’s cousin shared what she guessed were family traits: tall form, dark hair and that strange, pale skin. P’raps the Highlands weren’t sunny.

The local cleric stumbled over the words of the standard Church of England ceremony, and Lydia guessed that her mother had insisted upon the ritual that was familiar to her rather than what local custom preferred. Then the fellow

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spoke a few words in Gaelic and asked her to do the same. She obeyed, stumbling over the unfamiliar sibilants.

She cast a frightened glance at Kieran, hoping he wasn’t angry. She hadn’t meant to mock his people…their people. But he watched her, the slight smile curving his lips the sole betrayal of his mood. His eyes twinkled reassuringly before one lid dropped, an unmistakable wink.

She completely lost the thread of what the priest had said and stopped speaking. Instead she simply stood there and stared at him, blinking in confusion.

His grin stretched wider and he picked up where she’d left off, repeating the Gaelic with calm certainty. He took her hand and placed his wrist next to hers. His skin felt cool and a little damp, as though he were sweating with nerves, but his face showed no hint of anxiety.

The cleric wrapped cloth around their wrists and their hands were even closer. Despite the tightness of the binding, he turned his forearm to grasp her fingers. His hold was firm and determined.

She looked down. His hand and hers were pale as dawn,  indistinguishable in color. Where did she end and Kieran begin?

His fingers tightened, and she relished that, noticing his size and strength compared to hers.

Gasps came from the onlookers and again she blinked, confused. Then she noticed that the bright swatch of fabric that the cleric had twisted around them was tartan. It bore two shades of blue crisscrossed by bright yellow and red stripes.

Forbidden, but Kieran had dared.

She met his eyes again and he leaned toward her to whisper in her ear. “I couldna resist yer dowry, kylyrra.”

His breath tickled her ear. Then he shifted to kiss first her forehead, then her cheek and mouth, just as he had before, giving her an extra buss on the lips. Affectionate rather than blatantly lustful, and she liked that.

Then he raised their bound hands high and kissed the back of hers. His dark eyes surveyed her with a serious regard and even a little possessive pride. “Yer mine, now.”

That evoked a shiver. But why?

Published by Ellora’s Cave earlier this month, Temptation in Tartan reached #1 on the All Romance Ebooks bestseller list for historical (other) romance and spent a full week in the top five. Its sequel, Desire in Tartan, is in process.

For more of Sue Swift/Suz deMello’s books, check out her sites. They can be reached from http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com