My guest today is fellow author E.A. Reynolds. E.A. stopped by to tell us a little bit about The Earth's Schorl's Kiss, Elemental Seduction Book Two, available now at Siren-Bookstrand for pre-orders and releasing on June 4th.
The Elemental Seduction Series is about
witches with extreme psychic abilities as well as magickal abilities. The
series is going to be slowly written but will tell the story of three different
types of witches all born from the elemental witch bloodlines but it starts out
with the focus on a nexus. The first two stories are merely to establish the
importance of the power base of the main alpha of that city, Rafe Windstorm.
The nexus as a power center will bring Rafe together with another powerful
leader in area who is an elemental point leader in another city. This leader
will deal with the unseating of a leader who wishes to take over the region.
Before Rafe can form an alliance with this
mystery leader his right hand man must find and protect his mate who is the
stabilizer of the elemental energy in the region. That occurs in the second
book of the series called The Earth Schorl’s Kiss. The Schorl is the only true
mutation I mention in the series and it is meant to be a powerful one that
brings together earth power with one or more elemental energies. The Schorl are
usually powerful female witches, because men never survive the change. The
power surge usually kills them. On the other hand, I decided to include one
male in the interest of fairness. However, there will be a marked difference
between the power of the male and the female Schorl who will appear in later
novels.
Having said that, yes that means I will be
including at least one MF love story in the series which will move away from
the nexus and into the eluded to world of the weapons cartels. Old enemies will
be brought together with new villains to wage a war for control of the South
which Rafe will ultimately have to share with the one witch who can truly
destabilize the nexus and kill not only Rafe’s mate but the Earth Schorl, the
energetic stabilizer of the region.
Blurb for The Earth Schorl’s Kiss
Mallory Creed is supervisor at the Hard Line
Agency with a love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude that’s kept him a single
Elemental Air witch with a reputation for being cold warrior who gets the job
done, but one steamy night with a subordinate turns him into a hunted man.
Tyler is used to living in the closet and
having meaningless affairs, but one taste of Mallory has ignited a scorching
hunger in him that’s transformed him from ordinary Earth witch to Elemental
vampire intent on claiming his mate.
But the death of Tyler’s uncle, the guardian
of the Earth power-seat reveals Tyler as the guardian that Mallory must
protect. Living in close quarters, Tyler assumes Mallory’s only interest is a
quick fling while he keeps him safe.
Then in the final stages of his
transformation, Tyler’s life is on the line, and Mallory has to fight for love
or lose his mate to death.
Excerpt of The
Earth Schorl’s Kiss:
Staring back into
Mallory’s copper-with-carnelian-flecked gaze, Tyler gave him a defiant look. He
couldn’t fight it, and denying the fire between them was all but impossible.
Mallory gave him a
sensual smile and moved, stroking his erection against Tyler’s, and the younger
male caught his breath and arched slightly up, seeking more. Tyler needed more
than the clothes between them allowed. He wanted to touch, to stroke this man
and make him lose control. Mallory pressed Tyler’s hands more firmly into the carpeted
floor beneath them. “You like being subdued, little sweet?” His tone was a low
caress. He lowered his head and brushed his lips across Tyler’s then let a
thread of amber-carnelian air kiss across his lips.
The threads of energy
were soft, a gentle kiss of moist heat that went straight to his cock and got
Tyler harder. Tyler moaned against his will. He felt too big for his skin. His
cock ached as it pressed tightly against the zipper of his khakis.
“Damn,” he breathed,
struggling for friction rather than freedom with a hint of shame. Just a kiss
of air shouldn’t feel so good. The feel of the man’s fully clothed dick
shouldn’t have him on the verge of begging for a kiss and coming in his
pants. But it was.
Mallory lowered his
head and took a sip of Tyler’s mouth. That single sip had his mouth filling
with sweet blueberry. Mallory took another sip.
“Mallory—” It was a
desperate plea for a kiss and for freedom. At this point Tyler wasn’t sure
which he wanted more with his body humming. He wanted them skin to skin, hot
sweaty bodies grinding together in a common goal, orgasm.
“Here, sweet.”
Mallory claimed his mouth, and Tyler sighed into the kiss. Sweet blueberry with
a hint of honeysuckle suffused Mallory’s mouth. Mallory deepened the kiss,
growing greedier with each hint of blueberry seeping onto his tongue. He lifted
his head, eyes sparking with air that all but licked over Tyler’s lips.
Tyler’s breath came
out in a hard, orgasmic sound. “Fuck—”
“Yeah,” Mallory
murmured softly. “I know, little boy—”
“I’m nobody’s boy,”
he gritted weakly. “Get off me.”
Mallory’s smile faded
though his eyes still held a bit of humor. He got up quick as a breeze and
yanked Tyler to his feet by the collar of his button-down shirt. Tyler was
startled and barely catching his breath when he was slammed against the wall
chest first.
“You think you’re a
tough guy, Tyler?” Mallory breathed against his ear after pushing his hair to
one side. “Think you can kick my ass, sweetheart?”
“Damn it.” He
struggled. Damn that Elemental strength. “Stop calling me that.”
“Why, baby boy?” He
nipped the lobe of Tyler’s ear. “You are so sweetly tight on my cock that I
can’t wait to get you back on it.”
Tyler sent out a
flare of cold-fire. Usually the chill of it was enough to get rid of any
attacker. Mallory laughed and twisted his arm up behind his back. “Stop it!”
Mallory nipped the
back of Tyler’s neck. “Damn sexy little spitfire.”
Tyler growled in frustration,
but he was hot. His skin was on fire. The blood in his veins threatened to
erupt into a wildfire. Damn, he wanted, and the rougher Mallory handled him the
more turned on he was becoming.
“I want to take you
just like this, too, pressed against the wall, pants down around your ankles
and shoes on.” He kissed the back of Tyler’s neck and damn, the boy shivered.
“I want you clawing at the wall as I pound your tight, tight ass and fist your
cock until you come all over my hand and the wall.
“And I love how you
spray me with that cold-fire when you come,” he murmured. “It makes me come
even harder.”
“Mallory—” It was a
breathless plea. But he liked it when the man talked this way. It was carnal
and arousing.
Mallory yanked him
around and pressed his back against the wall. He forced his resisting arms
above his head and held him tight as copper eyes pinned him. “To afraid to
admit you’re pissed off because I haven’t been around,” he crooned. “So you get
pricklier than a porcupine,” he murmured, bending his knees a little to grind
his erection against Tyler’s.
Tyler groaned as
pleasure rocked through him, sweet and painful against his already engorged
cock. His cock throbbed, and his ass clenched. Gods. His treacherous body was
too ready.
“I don’t apologize
for giving you your space, and trying to kick my ass does no good,” Mallory
whispered softly. “We both know I can kick your ass any day or take it anyway I
want it.” “B—”
“You want me to prove
it right here, little play thing?” he murmured, lowering his voice to a sexy
pitch. “You’re at my beck and booty call, boy.”
Anger sparked in him
but at himself because he knew the man was mostly right. He’d never deny him.
Being beneath Mallory gave him more pleasure than he’d ever had with anyone.
“M—” He started to
deny, but his words were cut off by firm lips in a bruising kiss that stole his
breath and took him by surprise. He felt rather than heard Mallory moan as
Mallory’s heavy body pressed heavily into his own. The slightest hint of
sweet-tart green apple permeated Tyler‘s tongue.
The hint was an
explosion of taste that reached out and grabbed Tyler by the balls.
Damn! That was good.
Tyler tried to eat
him alive, deepening the kiss and nipping at his bottom lip, and Mallory let
him play. Tyler tried to move his hands, but they remained shackled, so he
rubbed against Mallory, who stunned him by pushing his thigh between Tyler’s
legs.
Tyler groaned and
humped Mallory’s thigh. The friction was just right, hitting his cock head and
balls at just the right angle. It was too good for words.
Staring back into
Mallory’s copper-with-carnelian-flecked gaze, Tyler gave him a defiant look. He
couldn’t fight it, and denying the fire between them was all but impossible.
Mallory gave him a
sensual smile and moved, stroking his erection against Tyler’s, and the younger
male caught his breath and arched slightly up, seeking more. Tyler needed more
than the clothes between them allowed. He wanted to touch, to stroke this man
and make him lose control. Mallory pressed Tyler’s hands more firmly into the
carpeted floor beneath them. “You like being subdued, little sweet?” His tone
was a low caress. He lowered his head and brushed his lips across Tyler’s then
let a thread of amber-carnelian air kiss across his lips.
The threads of energy
were soft, a gentle kiss of moist heat that went straight to his cock and got
Tyler harder. Tyler moaned against his will. He felt too big for his skin. His
cock ached as it pressed tightly against the zipper of his khakis.
“Damn,” he breathed,
struggling for friction rather than freedom with a hint of shame. Just a kiss
of air shouldn’t feel so good. The feel of the man’s fully clothed dick
shouldn’t have him on the verge of begging for a kiss and coming in his pants. But it was.
Mallory lowered his
head and took a sip of Tyler’s mouth. That single sip had his mouth filling
with sweet blueberry. Mallory took another sip.
“Mallory—” It was a
desperate plea for a kiss and for freedom. At this point Tyler wasn’t sure
which he wanted more with his body humming. He wanted them skin to skin, hot
sweaty bodies grinding together in a common goal, orgasm.
“Here, sweet.”
Mallory claimed his mouth, and Tyler sighed into the kiss. Sweet blueberry with
a hint of honeysuckle suffused Mallory’s mouth. Mallory deepened the kiss,
growing greedier with each hint of blueberry seeping onto his tongue. He lifted
his head, eyes sparking with air that all but licked over Tyler’s lips.
Tyler’s breath came
out in a hard, orgasmic sound. “Fuck—”
“Yeah,” Mallory murmured
softly. “I know, little boy—”
“I’m nobody’s boy,”
he gritted weakly. “Get off me.”
Mallory’s smile faded
though his eyes still held a bit of humor. He got up quick as a breeze and
yanked Tyler to his feet by the collar of his button-down shirt. Tyler was
startled and barely catching his breath when he was slammed against the wall
chest first.
“You think you’re a
tough guy, Tyler?” Mallory breathed against his ear after pushing his hair to
one side. “Think you can kick my ass, sweetheart?”
“Damn it.” He
struggled. Damn that Elemental strength. “Stop calling me that.”
“Why, baby boy?” He
nipped the lobe of Tyler’s ear. “You are so sweetly tight on my cock that I
can’t wait to get you back on it.”
Tyler sent out a
flare of cold-fire. Usually the chill of it was enough to get rid of any
attacker. Mallory laughed and twisted his arm up behind his back. “Stop it!”
Mallory nipped the
back of Tyler’s neck. “Damn sexy little spitfire.”
Tyler growled in
frustration, but he was hot. His skin was on fire. The blood in his veins
threatened to erupt into a wildfire. Damn, he wanted, and the rougher Mallory
handled him the more turned on he was becoming.
“I want to take you
just like this, too, pressed against the wall, pants down around your ankles
and shoes on.” He kissed the back of Tyler’s neck and damn, the boy shivered.
“I want you clawing at the wall as I pound your tight, tight ass and fist your
cock until you come all over my hand and the wall.
“And I love how you
spray me with that cold-fire when you come,” he murmured. “It makes me come
even harder.”
“Mallory—” It was a
breathless plea. But he liked it when the man talked this way. It was carnal
and arousing.
Mallory yanked him
around and pressed his back against the wall. He forced his resisting arms above
his head and held him tight as copper eyes pinned him. “To afraid to admit
you’re pissed off because I haven’t been around,” he crooned. “So you get
pricklier than a porcupine,” he murmured, bending his knees a little to grind
his erection against Tyler’s.
Tyler groaned as
pleasure rocked through him, sweet and painful against his already engorged
cock. His cock throbbed, and his ass clenched. Gods. His treacherous body was
too ready.
“I don’t apologize
for giving you your space, and trying to kick my ass does no good,” Mallory
whispered softly. “We both know I can kick your ass any day or take it anyway I
want it.” “B—”
“You want me to prove
it right here, little play thing?” he murmured, lowering his voice to a sexy
pitch. “You’re at my beck and booty call, boy.”
Anger sparked in him
but at himself because he knew the man was mostly right. He’d never deny him.
Being beneath Mallory gave him more pleasure than he’d ever had with anyone.
“M—” He started to
deny, but his words were cut off by firm lips in a bruising kiss that stole his
breath and took him by surprise. He felt rather than heard Mallory moan as
Mallory’s heavy body pressed heavily into his own. The slightest hint of
sweet-tart green apple permeated Tyler‘s tongue.
The hint was an
explosion of taste that reached out and grabbed Tyler by the balls.
Damn! That was good.
Tyler tried to eat
him alive, deepening the kiss and nipping at his bottom lip, and Mallory let
him play. Tyler tried to move his hands, but they remained shackled, so he rubbed
against Mallory, who stunned him by pushing his thigh between Tyler’s legs.
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