Author Spotlight - Michaela Rhua

Today I am excited to shine the spotlight on a wonderful fellow author, Michaela Rhua, and her new anthology releate with Breathless Press, The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3.

Take it away, Michaela!

Thank you for letting me visit you blog. I really appreciate your support.

This anthology started over a year ago as a fun project with my critique group who blog as The Nuthouse Scribblers. The idea was to link stories together around the same bar – The Blood Bar. Book 1 The Alphas and Book 2 The Protectors are already available at an eBook seller near you. But Book 3 The Enforcers came out on 5th April! It features 4 stories written by Kiru Taye, Alyssa Fox and Caledonia St. James.

Here is the tag line for the anthology.
The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3.
When the Wicked Ladies of Fiction meet up in a Scottish bar they don’t expect a night filled with danger, lust and hot supernatural men…



My story is called Logan's Captive.

Blurb:

One visit to The Blood Bar and life will never be the same. Fed up with her life, Kyla looks forward to meeting up with her friends. Only events take an unexpected turn and Kyla is rescued by Logan, who seems determined to keep her captive.
Logan didn't come to Scotland looking for a mate. But the scent of this sexy woman calls to his wolf and he knows he has to claim her. The only problem is she is human or so she thinks.

Excerpt:

He got up and walked to the window, long legs taking confident strides, almost like an animal prowling. She saw his defined back and shoulders flex with each step. Kyla snuggled into the pillow, enjoying the feast of powerful man in front of her. Logan reached to open the curtains and the morning light shone in.

Kyla sighed at the sight of him, letting her eyes drink him up, his wide muscular shoulder, and a hard six-pack, leading to tapered hips. Her gaze followed down. His jogging bottoms were low on hips she would love to wrap her legs around. Suddenly, her mouth was dry and she found it hard to swallow. Her mind raced with images of her hands gliding over his arms, palms on his hard chest traveling to what lay under his jogging bottoms.

She gasped audibly. What was happening? Where was she getting all these thoughts from? Hearing her gasp brought Logan onto the bed, and his hands onto her shoulders.

"You okay, my sweet?" Blue eyes full of concern looked into her soul. Oh, his scent was intoxicating to her senses; she closed her eyes and breathed him in deeply. A musky, spicy, warmth drifted off him. Kyla sighed again, leaning forward to get closer. Logan's hands held her still.

"Kyla, listen to me. We need to talk." His voice was insistent.

She opened her eyes, hearing him, but not listening. Her hands reached out on their own accord, and her fingertips brushed his chest, gliding over his nipples and travelling down. Her brain fought the instinct to touch, yet her body ached to touch him.

"Oh God, you're killing me here!" Logan growled.

"Am I?" Kyla spoke through a drunken haze.

He grabbed her wrist before she was able to touch his erection that was so obvious. "Stop; you don't know what's going on," he ground out, shaking her shoulders gently.

"Logan, kiss me, touch me, please," Kyla begged as she rose onto her knees.

Her free hand moved from his chest to his neck, pulling him forward. Eyes focused on his lips, she parted her own as he came so close their breath intermingled. The air around her seemed hot and heavy. She felt his broad hand move around her waist as he brought her to him, chest to chest. She lifted her chin, just as his lips captured her in a kiss that sent all her senses wild. His lips gentle at first, teasing, but as she groaned into him she heard him growl. He increased the pressure, crushing him to her. His other hand fisted her hair so he could lock her to him. Kyla was lost, completely.

I hope you like the sound of that. Here are the buy links and more about me below.

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Michaela Rhua

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!
She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

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His Guardian Witch by Angelina Rain

Today I'd like to welcome another fabulous author to my blog, Angelina Rain, talking about her newest release, His Guardian Witch!



Is love stronger than magic?

Morgan has never encountered a spell she couldn’t cast or a curse she couldn’t break. With her natural knack for witchcraft, she runs a magic store that helps others. When a handsome but cursed man walks into her store, she is pit against magic stronger than her own.

Daniel lived an ordinary life before he ended up on a witch’s bad side and was jinxed with non-stop bad luck. Out of sheer desperation he visits Morgan’s Magic Shop. Morgan agrees to help him and they must work together to find the witch and pinpoint the hex she used in order to undo it. As they search, feelings ignite and a romance blossoms. Will this bad luck spell end their love, or will their love be strong enough to break the incantation?

Be Warned: sex toys


Excerpt:

Morgan opened her eyes and watched as the glittering aura lights danced before her. They reached the window and passed through the glass on the way to the girl. Once all the lights were gone, she glanced at Daniel. A big smile crossed his handsome face, but her attention went below it. A rock rose inside his pants, large and long. She gulped, and the need to see it minus his jeans suddenly grew too strong.

No, she shouldn't look. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to conjure up more peaceful images of nature and sunlight. Those images didn't come though. Instead, she saw her silky bedroom sheets.

Her body lay on those sheets, writhing in passion as her legs spread open and in the air. Daniel's head bobbed between her thighs, and his tongue lapped at her warm, natural juices.

She gulped, gasped, and opened her eyes.

His lustful gaze met hers. Lust that matched her own and her heart pulsed fast inside her chest. Her center grew damp, and she longed for his touch.

"I think your thoughts were similar to mine."

She didn't reply to Daniel's statement. Instead, Morgan tried to stand. Her knees grew weak as she rose to her feet.

Daniel stood, too. "You can't deny you were thinking about it, too."

"I wasn't denying anything."

He crossed to her and wrapped his arms around her back. Warmth filtered through her, and Morgan felt herself blush. When he spoke, his breath tickled her skin. "I was thinking about how good it would be to lay you down in my bed."

"You don't have a bed. It was stolen."

His chuckling made her wetter. There was something so sexy about his voice. "The floor, then." Daniel pulled her closer to himself until she rubbed against him. His hard cock pressed into her navel, and she tilted her head upward to meet his gaze. His lips brushed hers. The kiss started tender and slow. She opened her mouth to invite him inside.

She lay on the floor, his body pressing into hers. His hands touched her sides, slipping under her shirt. His lips left hers and instead kissed her neck. He found her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples. Only the thin lace of her bra separated her flesh from his.

Morgan moaned. The need inside her multiplied, and she wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him. She flipped him over until she was on top and he on the bottom. She raked her fingertips over his chest and abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the black t-shirt. But feeling and seeing were two different things, and she wanted to see. Taking the hem of his shirt, she raised it until his smooth and taut skin lay open for her to feast on. She ran her tongue over the ridges of his six-pack.

Daniel inhaled sharply, and she smiled as she kissed him right below the belly button. Morgan glanced at the trail of hair leading to somewhere below his pants. She undid the button, her hands on the zipper.

"Is this supposed to happen?"

She tried to glance at his face, but who was she kidding? The hardness in his pants was more appealing. "You mean the hard-on. It means you're excited. It's totally natural."

Morgan met his eye, and he shook his head. His gaze moved somewhere beside and beyond her. "No, I mean is the candle supposed to fly?"

"Shit!" Morgan pushed away from Daniel. She watched, bewildered, as black and dark blue winds danced around the room. The candle was high off the floor.

"I'm guessing something is wrong."

"Very wrong."

The flame didn't go out despite the sudden winds in the room. It rose, high and strong and fierce. Then the wind died quickly. The candle dropped to the floor. Flames danced over the hardwood planks. The fire happened too quickly to be natural. Some sort of magical force was behind it.

"Come on, we have to go!" She urged him by pulling his arm until he stood and ran behind her. Once they were outside, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her phone as she dialed 911. Daniel stood beside her. His face was white, whiter than the nice tan he had all day. "What…" He stuttered. "What just happened?"

"The spell didn't work. Peace and forgiveness didn't get to her. Something repelled them, and her anger came at us, manifesting itself as the wind. This spell is stronger than I first thought. Something or someone is controlling it."

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