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Author Spotlight – Elle Boon

May 1, 2015 by Lynne St. James Leave a Comment

his perfect wolf, elle boon, erotic romance, paranormal romance, lynne st. jamesPlease join me in welcoming author Elle Boon!  She’s here to share her latest release His Perfect Wolf, the second book of the Mystic Wolves Series.

The Blurb:

Niall is alpha of the Mystic Wolves. His life revolved around protecting his pack and son Nolan. He planned to do this alone until finding an injured woman who stirred more than just his lust.

When Alaina Strop woke in the tattooed arms of a strange wolf shifter, all she could think of was getting closer. Having no memory was a small thing compared to the feelings she had for the growling man. Before she could give her mind and body to him, she needed to find out who she was, and be sure she didn’t belong to another. Though deep in her soul, she knew she was Niall’s.

Danger came to Mystic as Alaina’s memory returned and her father came to claim her for another wolf. But Niall, the big bad alpha, had found his perfect wolf, and wasn’t about to let her go, no matter the cost.

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Story Excerpt:

“Don’t look at me like that or I’ll have you and me both stripped in less than sixty seconds.”

She opened her mouth to tell him she had no clue what he was talking about, then she remembered werewolves could not only smell a lie, but arousal.

“I need to use the bathroom,” she said.

He nodded, but gave her space to get up, offering her his hand. She didn’t think it was smart to refuse his help with his wolf so close to the surface. Her palm was swallowed up by his much larger one, yet they fit together. She released him almost immediately.

“I’ll just be a few minutes.” She stepped around him. Her borrowed sweats held up by one hand as she made her way into the large master bathroom, shutting the door for some much needed privacy. “Keep your hands to yourself woman, or you’ll be getting screwed six ways to Sunday without knowing if you’re a card carrying member of the V-club,” she mumbled under her breath. She looked at her appearance in the mirror after using the facilities. The woman staring back at her didn’t jar her memories. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, a straight nose that clearly had never been broken, and a face that would be considered pretty by many.

She noticed her own clothes had been placed on the counter. The silk thong, and somewhat matching bra had heat blooming in her tan face. With a shrug, she pulled his white T-shirt off, followed by the too large sweats. They still held a hint of his unique fragrance, a tinge of patchouli and citrus and all Niall. Standing naked, holding a strangers clothing like a lovesick fool, she felt like an idiot. She tossed the clothes in the hamper, shaking off the need to inhale his scent one last time.

Pulling the panties and jeans on, she realized her shirt was clean but had rips and holes in all the wrong places. “Obviously, this material doesn’t do well after falling down a cliff, and then being washed and dried.”

She pulled her hair into a messy bun, brushed her teeth with the toothbrush Niall was kind enough to leave out, still new in the package, which made her wonder how many overnight guests he had. She looked at the dirty clothes basket, contemplating pulling out the shirt she’d worn to bed, then thought she’d just ask him for another one to borrow. Mind made up, she stepped out of the bathroom.

Niall had his back to her. He’d dressed in a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips with a leather belt. A chain attached to his wallet disappeared around the front, with a black T-shirt with the word Chaps on top and a motorcycle in the middle. The tight fit of the shirt molded to his muscles, which tensed as soon as she opened the door.

She cleared her throat. “Can I borrow another shirt? I’m afraid this one is playing peek-a-boo with my boobs.”

He turned to look over one shoulder. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“No clue what you’re talking about, but I really can’t go out like this.” She indicated the shirt she had on.” The bra said thirty-four double D, and that was without padding. She’d guess her age to be mid-twenties to late twenties at the oldest. Her girls were definitely real, and firm. The strategic rips and holes in the once cute top were showing off the pink and black lace bra, making her comment abundantly clear.

His growl didn’t scare her, quite the opposite, a fact his sensitive nose was sure to smell.

He stomped around her, coming back with another black shirt similar to the one he had on. “Here, put this on.”

“Yes, sir. Do you want to turn your back, go in the other room, or watch?” The imp in her couldn’t resist teasing him.

Niall still held the shirt in his hand, but instead of handing it to her he draped it over his shoulder. “Baby, you play with fire, you are bound to get burned.”

“What…”

He didn’t let her finish, his hand ripped the already ruined shirt in half. “So damn beautiful.” His head bent, suckling her through the lace cups.

She was pretty sure she was going to come right then and there. His hands came up and held her by the ribs, bringing her up to his much higher level. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back.

He pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her nipples. His mouth switched to the other breast, tongue teasing the tip before he nipped with his teeth. The sensation went straight to her clit, sending her closer to the edge. He brought his hand under her ass, the other around her back supporting her, pushing her pelvis into his groin. Whimpers escaped her throat as he continued to suck and bite on her left breast. So close, was the litany running through her mind.

Niall trailed wet kisses to her right nipple, biting down harder on the tip, sending her careening into a hard and fast orgasm. She yelled out his name, holding his head against her, wishing he was inside her.

His rumbling growl reverberated against her.

She loved the way his arms wrapped around her, holding her like she was precious.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Niall began.

Tugging on his hair, she covered his mouth with her own. He claimed her like she did him, taking his mouth in a deep, endless, soul searing possession. Mine. Mate.

She wasn’t sure who was speaking in her mind, but the words made her pull back.

“No regrets.” She bit his lip, making him bleed a little. The sweet coppery taste was like an elixir she wanted more of. “That’s going to be my tattoo.”

He nodded. “Let’s get going. Hopefully we can find some clues.”

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Adult Excerpt:

Without hesitation he went to her, uncaring of what tomorrow might bring. He needed to reassure himself that she was here, that she was okay and that she was his.

Heat burst through his veins at the first touch of his lips on hers, careful of her split lip. He walked her backward until they reached his Camaro, and lifting her easily he placed her on the hood without breaking their kiss.

Her legs wrapped around him, trembling even as they pulled him in closer to her. She moaned, ripping at the ends of his shirt trying to tug it off.

God, he needed inside her. “Do you like these pants,” he asked between clenched teeth.

A pretty pink flush covered her face. “Yes. Don’t you?”

He was quickly losing the ability to focus on anything other than the need to get her naked. “I knew you were going to say that.” Moving back a couple inches he stripped her top and his, baring her gorgeous breasts covered in a matching grey lace bra. She lifted herself up, allowing him to pull the stretchy leather-like leggings from her legs, taking her panties with them. Her fuck-me boots had fallen off sometime during their short walk, which he was grateful for. Unsnapping the last article of clothing she had on, he let it drop to join the pile on the hood of his car.

His dick was so hard when he stepped back into the vee of her thighs. She locked her legs back around him and he could smell her arousal.

The urgent need to mate with Alaina was tempered by the knowledge she was unaware of his nature. Niall swore he’d love her so good she’d accept all of him. He brought his hands up to her breasts, cupping and massaging, his fingers tugging on her nipples until they were hard little points.

She ground against his cock, leaving behind evidence of her desire on the denim. Her fingers moved between them, unsnapping the button and releasing the zipper in an excruciating slow slide. He growled a low warning, letting her know he was close to the edge.

“I’m just being careful not to injure you here,” she murmured, brown eyes laughing up at him.

He tweaked her nipples a little harder, more of her orange blossom and ginger scent flooded the air attesting to her excitement. “Me too.” His voice was gravelly with need. “I think I’m in need of something to eat, and you are just the treat I need.”

Pulling her to the edge of the car, he dropped to his knees and with her legs over his shoulders, Niall licked Alaina like a favorite treat. He loved hearing her scream out his name as he plunged his tongue in deeply and drew more of her sweet flavor into his mouth. He found himself growling, more wolf than man as he devoured everything she gave. Taking little nips of her inner thighs, he licked and sucked until she was thrashing, her breaths coming in ragged little gasps as her orgasm crashed over her.

Only then did he stand and force her head back with one hand in her gorgeous brown hair. “Alaina, look at me. Watch me while I take you.” He held his rock hard erection in one hand.

Her breasts heaved with her exhalations, but she complied, looking at him. She moaned as he slowly entered, her pussy rippling along his shaft, making him groan.

“Oh, fuck. I don’t think…shit, don’t move.” Niall tried to still her hips from moving up to meet him. He loved how responsive she was, how her body seemed to be made just for his. He pulled back and plunged deep, kissed his way to where her neck and shoulder met and bit down just hard enough to hold her in place. She cried out, screamed, jerked upwards and rotated her hips. Her arms came up, locking around his neck and held him to her. Small teeth, sharper than he’d have thought, bit into his neck, making his wolf howl.

There was something magical happening, but Niall couldn’t think past the roaring in his head as his orgasm began. He let it take him, let his control slip, excited in the ability she had to make him, the alpha, lose all control. He felt her body clamp down on him, her pussy milking, squeezing, and taking everything his had to offer.

The orgasm ripped through them both, her passion filled cries overflowed his mind with pure love and joy. Niall’s mind and heart sang with love that he savored. Ecstasy unlike any he’d ever known shook him to the core, and instantly he felt guilty.

Very slowly he unlocked her legs from around his hips, and slipped from her body. She had a wondrous smile on her face that made him want to bend over and kiss her. The fact he’d put the look on her face, made him want to wrap her up in his arms, and take her inside and do it all over again.

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Buy Links for His Perfect Wolf:

Amazon
Amazon UK
Bookstrand
All Romance ebooks
Barnes & Noble

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Where to find Elle Boon:

Website
Facebook Profile
Facebook Fan Page
Twitter
Amazon Author Page
TSU

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I’m looking forward to reading His Perfect Wolf.  I hope you’ll give this book a try, and then look up all of Elle’s other books.

Have a great weekend!

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Wednesday Words with Elle Boon

June 25, 2014 by Lynne St. James 18 Comments

two for tamara, elle boon, ravens of war, series, erotic romance, paranormal, fantasy, siren publishingPlease join me in welcoming paranormal/erotic romance author Elle Boon to Wednesday Words.  Her latest book, Two for Tamara, is the second book in her Ravens of War series and is available from Siren-Bookstrand and Amazon.  Elle is also offering a copy of one of her ebooks, either Selena’s Men or Two for Tamara as a prize to one lucky visitor, so don’t forget to comment for a chance to win!

The Interview

Lynne St. James:  Can you tell us a little about your background and how you started writing?
Elle Boon: I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom. I say retired because my youngest is 14. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life changed I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On that list was to become a published author. Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others.

I live in the Midwest, but am a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently and am known to say “bless your heart” A LOT. If you know what that means, you do not want to be the one I say that too lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class lol.

Lynne:  Can you tell us a little about your main characters of Two for Tamara and how you got the idea for this book/series?
Elle:  My latest book is Two For Tamara, which is book 2 in my Ravens of War series. It released at Siren on May 21st, but hit Amazon last week. My main characters are Tamera Mejia, Rafe Blackstone and Vin Thorn. Tamera is best friends with Selena, the heroine from book 1. She is also the daughter of a Cajun priestess and gets premonitions. Rafe and Vin are both Ravens created by Zeus thousands of years ago. Both men have supernatural abilities, and will do anything to save their Fated.

Lynne:  How did you get the idea for this series? How many books do you think will be part of the series?
Elle:  The idea for The Ravens of War came to me in the shower. There are 12 men who make up the Ravens, and each book is set up as a ménage (so far at least). But, I have outlined 6 books for the Ravens, with one mystery book that I hope the readers will want to read as much as I want to write, making it 7. While writing the stories there have been side characters that have popped up that I hope to write stories for as well.

Lynne:  If you could meet any author, who would it be and why?
Elle:  Shelly Laurenston and J.R. Ward. I have met so many of my favorite authors, but those two I have never met. I actually did meet J.R. in a small hometown restaurant in Minnesota a few summers ago, but I didn’t ask her for her autograph because she was having lunch with her family. I did however go up and tell her I loved her books and she said thank you very politely 🙂

Lynne:  Do you have plot your books and write in story order, or do you hop around and sort of wing it?
Elle:  I am a pantster. I have all my characters names and info about each person written out in detail before I begin the story. I know how I want to start the story, what the conflict will be, and I know there will be a happily ever after at the end. And then I sit down and start to write the story as in unfolds in my mind scene by scene.

Lynne:  What do you find hardest about writing?  Easiest?  What surprised you most about writing your first book?
Elle:  For me the hardest thing is the promo after the book is done. So far I haven’t had the case of writers block, and I really love my stories. I think what surprised me the most was how much I loved the whole process of submitting, editing and publishing. But, the promo is hard for me because while I love everything about writing, I SUCK AT PROMO!

Lynne:  Do you have a specific writing “ritual?”  A quiet room, music, a specific food or drink?  Is there a certain time of day you are more prolific?
Elle:  I write anytime I can. I have to have music playing in the background, depending on the scene it can be rock or country. I just need to have something that doesn’t disturb me so that I can be totally engrossed in what I’m writing. And snack food on hand, like RedHots lol.

Lynne:  What one word would you use to describe yourself to a complete stranger?  Why?
Elle:  Honest. I always do my best to tell the truth. For one, I can hardly remember the truth let alone a lie. For two, as an adult we’ve earned the right to own our mistakes. I figure it’s best to just admit the truth and apologize if that’s what you need to do and move on. I truly hate lies and try my best not to do it 🙂

Lynne:  Do you have any pet peeves?  What is your biggest one?
Elle:  I guess that would be the same as above “LIES” lol. At home I also have pet peeves with my family like “do not drink the last of the milk and leave an empty container in the fridge”.

Lynne:  If you were going to be left on a deserted island for an indefinite period of time and could only bring one suitcase, what would you pack?
Elle:  Books. Books. Books. And more Books! Now if that island had wifi and electricity then I’d bring my iPad instead 🙂

Lynne:  What is your favorite curse word?
Elle:  Fuck. I say it all the time, and I am known as wildly inappropriate. I have been known to say “Oh my fucking gawd” in church even 🙂

Lynne:  What is your least favorite curse word?
Elle:  Cunt. I don’t really like the word, and don’t use it.

Lynne:  What is your guilty pleasure?
Elle:  Lingerie shopping. I love sexy lingerie. The whole matching bra and panties isn’t just in books, it’s something I truly enjoy, and I spend an ungodly amount of money on them.

Lynne:  What is your favorite season?  Why?
Elle:  Spring is my favorite season because everything is so new and pretty.

Lynne:  Is there anything else you’d like to share with us today?
Elle:  I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination when it comes to the sex. My hope, is that after my readers have read one of my stories they fall in love with my characters as much as I have.

The best part of my new journey is that I get to create new worlds and have all kinds of stories in my head just waiting to be written.

I love to hear from readers, you can find me on twitter or Facebook or my website, but I’m on Facebook all the time, so find me, I’d love to hear from you. 🙂

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The Blurb

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, gods, sex toys, HEA]

Rafe Blackstone and Vin Thorn had been best friends for thousands of years. They were part of an elite group called the Ravens of War, and were made up of twelve men created by Zeus. When they were no longer needed on Olympus, they’d been sent to Earth to find happiness, and hopefully their Fated.

For Tamara Mejia, she’d given up finding that one man meant just for her. Having the ability to see the future ran in her family. So when she saw her own death, she set out to enjoy what she had left. That didn’t include two larger than life men who claimed she was their one.

Cronus pulled Tamara to Hell, and planned to use her as leverage to get his granddaughter, Selena, who’s Tamara’s best friend, to bargain for her life.

Rafe, Vin and all the Ravens need the help of the gods and goddesses from Olympus to save not only Tamara, but Earth itself.

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An Excerpt

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, gods, sex toys, HEA]

If this was how she was going to die, Tamara was okay with it. In fact, she was ready to sign the papers right then and there.

The feel of a hot, hard body covering her again, and something much larger than fingers or a tongue between her thighs, brought her eyes flying open to see Rafe poised above her. He had that monster he’d assured her would fit, in his right hand, but it was the anxiety in his eyes that gave her the courage to raise her arms and welcome him into her body.

“I’ll go slowly,” he promised.

She nodded. The head was flushed a deep purple, and as he slipped between her thighs she fell back and closed her eyes.

“Hey. Look at me.” Vin turned her face to him. His hand went between her and Rafe.

She was sure she couldn’t come again, that her clit was too sensitive to be touched, but Vin’s fingers proved her wrong.

Rafe entered her an inch at a time. So slowly, she swore it would take him forever before he was fully seated. With Vin playing with her clit, and sucking on her breasts, she didn’t feel any pain, only a slight burn that turned to complete bliss. She wanted to have him fill her completely. Her hips lifted and pressed forward to get his thick shaft deeper, until every inch of him was in her. Finally, when his groin was flush with hers, she stared up into his dark-as-night eyes and realized she wanted to spend forever with these two amazing men. She turned to see Vin was propped up on his elbow staring at them. She reached out to pull him into a deep kiss, wanting him to be connected to her too. She cursed the fates, for allowing her to come to the realization that she was completely and totally in love with not one, but two men, only to take it all away so soon.

With a groan, Rafe started thrusting, going deep and then pulling out. She loved the sound of their flesh slapping, loved the feel of his balls hitting her rear on every downward stroke. Gods, but she actually enjoyed having Vin’s finger there too.

Tamara was lost to everything, except the sensation of lips and tongue, and being filled and loved by two men. Time didn’t matter, her world narrowed down to being with Rafe and Vin, to how it felt to finally know what love was.

Each time Rafe withdrew she whimpered, and then gasped as he pushed back inside. His thrusts sped up. Her body became attuned to his, taking everything he offered and wanting more. She closed her eyes, feeling the tug of Vin’s mouth on her breasts, sending an echo to her clit. The orgasm she was sure she’d not reach again was close.

“Come for me, omorfia mou,” Rafe whispered. And just like that the tingle started in her toes, and worked its way up.

“Yes, god…yes,” she screamed.

Vin released her nipple with a pop.

Rafe continued to thrust his hips, his hands holding her thighs wide until he too groaned out his own satisfaction. He bent and kissed Tamara long and hard. “S’agapo,” he murmured.

As Rafe rolled to the side of the bed Vin wasted no time. She expected him to be a gentle lover, but wasn’t surprised to find he was every bit as large as Rafe, and a bit impatient.

“Good, god almighty. Seriously?” Tamara wasn’t sure how he or Rafe packed all that into their jeans.

“We are size appropriate, love.” Vin winked.

She raised her hands and held them apart. “That is size appropriate.”

Vin stuck his bottom lip out. “Can we discuss this later?”

Tamara laughed. He was just too darn cute.

He dropped down on top of her and rolled. She was still laughing when he sat her astride him. “Do you know how to ride, darling?”

“I think I can figure it out.” She placed her hands on his muscular chest. Neither he nor Rafe had any hair on their chests, but both had a happy trail leading to their groins.

She worried first one, then the other flat male nipple with her tongue, then nipped it with her teeth.

He gripped her hips with his large hands, and while she was rubbing back and forth, teasing them both, he plunged inside her in one swift push.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned.

“Oh, Vin…” Tamara tossed her head back. He stretched her, gave her no respite. His hands lifted her and brought her back down. He set up a punishing rhythm. And she relished it, sliding down his cock as if he was big enough to split her in two. Only he and Rafe were right. They were made for her, and she was made for them.

Vin groaned, the sound so carnal she knew he was close. His head was tipped back, the cords of muscles in his neck stood out. She had an urge to lean forward and bite him. A hand at her back, pressing her forward, settled the internal debate.

A finger rubbed against her ass, but the pounding of Vin in her pussy and the constant friction against her clit, had her close to coming again.

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Where to buy the book

Amazon

Siren-Bookstrand

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How to find Elle Boon

Elle’s Website
Elle’s Facebook
Elle’s Twitter

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I want to thank Elle Boon once again for visiting today.  Don’t forget to leave a comment for your chance to win one of Elle’s books!

 

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