Thursday, July 29, 2010

Cover goodness...

Check out his eyes!! Well, everything looks good to me--thanks to Bryan Keller at Changeling Press.

Coming August 5, 2010

This dog teaches new tricks -- how to taste better, feel better. Who says dogs are man's best...

Ren Alsatian is no one's Seeing Eye dog, but when forced to care for a blind woman, the last thing Ren expects is the straight-laced librarian that reads him like a book. She fills his dreams nightly with page after page of raw sex between the dusty aisles. He wants to show her how to smell, touch and taste again.

Marguerite Pinkston knows it isn't going to be easy living with the service animal assigned to her. She dislikes dogs and this one comes with a handler whose husky voice and wild, sexy scent enflames her with visions of entwined bodies. If only she could see...

Ren teaches Marguerite a new way to see, and shows her how to love dogs.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

Saturday, July 17, 2010

A NEW Contract!

Repent in Love has been contracted to Ellora's Cave. I don't have an excerpt to post yet, so what I'm going to do is give you the part of Hope in Love where Uriel and Morta's fire ignited--neither of them have changed at all--the sparks between them actually becomes a bonfire!!



Uri decided now would be a good time to call on the angel-general. It had been a while since he visited with Michael. If he was lucky, the Fates might be in residence. In particular, Morta.

* * * * *

"What brings you from the belly of the earth?"

"Not happy to see me?"

"Uri, what do you want?" Michael asked.

"Damn, Mick, you still pissed off about Northridge?" It was worse than that, but so what.

"Northridge was the least of it. My concern came with Peru. Can’t you control yourself any better than that?"

"Hey, talk to the Father on that one. It wasn’t my idea. Earthquakes are not designed by me. I just carry out orders, man."

"And don’t call me Mick. I hate it."


Uri had tried to get a feel for Michael’s mood. So far it wasn’t good. He couldn’t tell what the cause of it was, but a good guess would be Ramiel.

All the archangels were aware he was Michael’s favorite. They’d stopped fighting about it a long time ago. In fact, for most of them it was a blessing in disguise. He spent so much time worried about hope, the rest of them had free rein in their areas of jurisdiction.

Only one thing was on Uri’s mind right now. Low and behold. He smelled her coming. His timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Decima appeared with Nona and Morta in tow.

Yeah. He loved when a plan came together.

"Ladies, such a nice surprise." Uri beamed at the Fates as they entered Michael’s office. He faced them from his seat in a comfortable chair angled close to the desk. A ringside seat to watch Morta’s delectable ass swing across the floor. His teeth were on edge. Damn, he wanted a taste of that.

She was magnificent. Damn near six foot of pure sex appeal. Venus had nothing on this babe. Her long, straight, ice-blonde hair fell to her waist. He couldn’t count the times the curtain of it covered his dick as she went down on him. Her violet-colored eyes shuttered and sultry as they peered up at him through thick lashes. The way she would moan when he entered her from behind… Shit, enough.

It hadn’t happened yet, but it would. It was just a matter of time. And perseverance. He had nothing better to do at the moment.

As she crossed the room to join her sisters, his eyes ate her up. Closest to him, she stopped feet from his chair. His penis jumped to life and he did nothing to hide his or its delight at seeing her. Luscious pink lips were puckered and ready to take him. Hidden from view by the corner of the desk, no one could see but her that he massaged his hardness to a larger life.

She pulled her eyes from his and they drifted to his lap. With every bit of his power, he pushed at her mind. This could be all yours, baby. Say the word. He watched her cheeks flush.

Oh yeah, just a matter of time.

Morta glanced across the room as she moved to stand beside her sister Fates at Michael’s desk. Right near where Uri sat.

Of all the angels who could have been in presence, this was the one she hoped would not be here. He was a real bastard. And after the display with Osce, she’d never forgive him. Not in a million years.

But tell that to her disobedient body.

Even now the wetness poured from her at just the sight of his long legs stretched in front of him. He did nothing to hide the swollen member behind the zipper of the latest fashion slacks he wore. She wasn’t sure who would win best-dressed of the year, but it would surely be between him and Gabriel. They were both clotheshorses.

In looks, there was nobody like Uriel. She hoped the Father would not take offense, but this archangel looked like a god. In every way.

His broad shoulders filled the chair he sat in and his legs had muscles she thought could handle the weight of her, and she was no slight thing. Those arms would hold her hard and tight to a chest that rippled with definition. She’d seen him in his angel form. Uri’s shaft was blessed with length and thickness. All of which she desired more than anything else in the heavens.

She worked hard to mask the scent of sex that escaped from between her thighs. But she could do nothing to hide the look in her eyes as she met his. She was sure he’d know what she wanted. Uriel would be the just the one who could give her all she needed and more.

The scar that ran down the left side of his face only served to make him even more mysterious and handsome. How had he come by it? Neither of her sisters had the answer and the Fates were privy to everything. It had to be the Father’s doing.

His brooding sapphire blue eyes were covered by dark lashes that didn’t blink at the sight of her. His stare held her still for a moment as he ran his long fingers through thick hair as black as the bowels of the earth he protected. She watched, frozen, as his hand moved down to stroke his length through his pants. Uri did that for the effect it would have on her. She stared into his eyes and smiled at the words he put in her mind.

The great archangel of the Earth. The antithesis to everything Morta was. Uriel was darkness and she was light. And she would make certain for eternity that the two never came together.

But she couldn’t resist a little fun. It would be just between them. She melded into his mind and stroked his nipples with her tongue. Her fingers pinched the hard little nubs painfully. He gasped and the air flowed through her mind. After she gave him the feeling of her tongue and mouth savoring his balls, she squeezed them. She left them wet. He grunted with lust and desire in her mind. She let him feel the tightness of her pussy around his penis and sent him the vision of her taking him deep in her ass. That was all it took.

Uriel came in his pants.



This is a small taste of what you're in for!!

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

It's HOT!

Want to read something that matches the weather? Try HOT TIN ROOF, available now at Changeling Press. Check out the video:


Leron Wilder is a jaguar of the Kind species, big cat shifters infected with vampyre blood. Nothing has gone right for Leron since his best friend Jag mated with the owner of the local coffee shop. Stuck training a new cat shifter who’s a badass wannabe, Leron stops by the coffee shop to seek his ex-partner's advice.

Corinne Nelson loves her new home and her new job as a waitress at the Coffee Swirl, and she’s really hoping she won't have to move on this time. Life’s finally looking up -- until the hottest man she’s ever met walks into the shop -- and licks her hand?
Mating is not something Leron is looking forward to. Yet the minute he tastes the new waitress, he knows he’s in serious trouble. She’s a flavor he could find addictive. But she’s not who she says she is, and everything’s falling apart around them. He’s starting to feel like a cat on a hot tin roof…

"Here's your black coffee." It was her. The silken sound of her voice slid right down to his cock. As she was putting his cup on the table, he tried to touch her hand. She pulled away and the hot liquid sloshed over the side and burned her. The cup rattled in the saucer and tilted over. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry."

Leron spoke quickly. "It was my fault. Are you okay? Let me look." An angry red blister had already formed. His cat instincts took over and he brought her hand to his mouth and began to lick the red welt. His tongue lapped at her like she was today's special. He had lost his mind and didn't know where the fuck to find it.

Her body trembled and she tried to pull away. "Mister..."

"Let her go."

Jag's tone was soft and non-threatening, but Leron saw red. Best friend be damned. He had no right to tell Leron he couldn't touch her. Suddenly, some sense came back to him. "Cory, right? I'm sorry... I..." He never got to finish. She left so fast, his head spun. He watched her tight ass move away down the aisle. Son of a bitch!

Confusion rained down on him. His heart beat out of control, his lungs were full of her scent, and his dick was ready to explode. The taste on his tongue was divine. He heard Jag's laugh from a million miles away. "What?" The sound of the swinging door to the back drew his attention. Barb stormed their way. Hell.

Jag said, "You're in for it now."

She stopped at the table, and her brow quirked up. He looked down at the spilled mess still there. "Look, you can't come in here and lick my employees. Keep that catty stuff outside. And you," she wheeled around to Jag, "are no better. Why didn't you stop him?"
"For the same reason he couldn't stop me when I wanted you."
Leron's head snapped up, and he looked from one to the other with his jaw hung open. Sometimes their blood bond was a pain in the ass. "No way, dude. No. Fucking. Way."

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

Monday, July 5, 2010


And the reading is easy! Books are jumping out... ok, those aren't the words but couldn't help myself. *grins*

Remember this is the last month for the SUMMER READING TRAIL so there's still time to visit and see what's new and good.

August is just around the corner and LONG AND SHORT REVIEW is planning a BIG anniversary celebration and will be giving away 3...YUP! 3 NOOKS. Stay tuned for more info on that but in the meantime visit them at:

Another wonderful sight with good things to offer is BLAZING TRAILERS. If you've never visited them, take a minute and drop by--you might find something you like there. They have a mainstream and an adult site where you can see trailers of books from all genres and heat levels. Stop by and take a peek!

That's all folks!

Remember: Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Independence Day Blog Hop

Have you taken the tour yet!

Independence Day Blog Hop at: Visit to find out details and join the fun!! Follow the bar at the top to visit participating author blogs and browse around to enjoy some excerpts and yummy hot pics! There will be lots of prizes from each author. I'm giving away a copy of Rhythm in Love. Don't forget, there are more great pics below! Men in, white and blue too!! (Bentboy's Place)

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

Friday, July 2, 2010

Independence Day Blog Hop

Join the Independence Day Blog Hop at: Visit to find out details and join the fun!! Follow the bar at the top to visit participating author blogs and browse around to enjoy some excerpts and yummy hot pics! There will be lots of prizes from each author. I'm giving away a copy of Rhythm in Love. Don't forget, there are great pics below!

The 4th of July is here and it's HOT! You know I've got lots of fireworks going down, or up! As the case may be. But first, let me give you just a small taste of a hot new story I've got coming soon from Liquid Silver Books.

 Stone Dead is the 2nd book in The Stonegars series and Etah Dane is one hard-ass lady. But there are a couple men who find the way to this ladies heart. Enjoy!

Etah Dane is finally free and she is hell-bent on vengeance.

Cursed by a witch, she spent twenty-five intolerable years locked in her rock hard shell—aware of everything. Etah is Stonegar, a statue created using pieces from mythical Stonehenge. Like all of her kind, she’s proud of her constant state of arousal and her insatiable sexual appetite. One man who mysteriously watched, and sometimes caressed her stony form, set her blood on fire. Etah’s body aches to know him intimately.

Slander Weldon is a sculptor who experiences a frightening and life changing event. He’d unwittingly created a monster. Even his male lover, Grant Rawlins, didn’t believe him. Then he met Etah Dane. Not only does she know the truth, she stirs a latent and uncontrollable desire in him. Slander wants to have Etah—and he wants Grant to watch.

Can they survive Etah’s consuming need for sex and revenge—or will it tear their lives apart?

Over two hundred pounds of store clerk leered at her from behind the counter licking his lips. “Well now, honey, how can I help you?”
At least he’s clean.

“Give me your shirt.”


“I’m speaking English, I said give me your shirt.” Reaching over, she took hold of a handful of his top and hauled his ass across the counter, dropping him to the floor.

He glared at her, dumbfounded, from his knees. “Lady, you’re crazy.”

“I’m naked, I’m hungry as hell, and I’m not asking again. Shirt. Now.”

He unbuttoned it, shrugged it off his meaty shoulders and handed it over. Etah pulled the soft, warm material on and began to button it up. From his position on the floor, the clerk grabbed her around the knees and tried to take her down.

“You don’t want to do that.” Since he no longer had a top on, she grasped his thick forearms, and pulling him up, she settled his ass on the counter.

“What kind of freak are you? You on drugs or something?”

“I’m not a freak.”

But she was. To humans her kind would always be freaks. Abominations.

Etah was Stonegar, an ancient race of statues with the ability to come alive and take a human form. They were created unknowingly by sculptors who’d over the years ransacked and stole bits and pieces of stone from the site at Stonehenge and incorporated them in the completion process of their stone and statue creations.

Stonehenge was rumored to have mythical powers.

It was true.

There were millions of Gar, even cats and dogs, with hair the color of their creators. Hers was a Dane, big and blond.

One thing all Stonegar had in common was gray eyes.

Often when working with the coarse rasps or rifflers in the end stages of refining the hair or other detailed parts, sculptors cut themselves or an old wound would open allowing blood to seep into their material and from this the statues gained life.

Extraordinarily strong, Gar could best ten or more humans in a fight. They could assume their stony form instantly, preventing any damage to their living bodies. The only way to destroy one was to literally smash it to smithereens and scatter the dust to the four corners of the world.

Her kind had remained hidden for thousands of years because they were peace loving and stayed to themselves. A smile curled her lips at the thought of how many humans reported their precious stone works of art missing each year.

Often made in groups for sculpture gardens, they were also sold or stolen, in groups, so Gar were usually surrounded by family. Etah had two brothers and she knew exactly where one would be.

Once she got her bearings, she was heading for the bitch who cursed them. The first thought in her mind--make sure her family was safe. The second--kill the witch who ensconced them in stone for twenty-five fucking years. And any relatives she had. Make them suffer as Etah had, bound in her statue.

“See the guy over there,” she asked the frowning man she held immobile on the counter. She pointed to the drunk who tried to hide by wedging his slight frame between two soda dispensers. “Whenever he comes in here to piss, you let him. And feed him every day.” Grabbing the beefy clerk’s balls, she gave a hard twist. “That way I don’t have to come back.”

“Oww! I got it, lady.”

“Good.” She ignored the sound of the door swishing open behind her. “I’d really hate to hurt the family jewels.”

“Easy, miss, I think you’ve made your point.”

Etah swept around ready to attack. She met amber pools of light that held a hint of humor. His cheekbones were high in a hauntingly handsome face, and he had the complexion of well used porcelain, soft and creamy. A blue black ponytail hung over one shoulder to his chest and was tied off with a red ribbon!

Goody, a present just for me.

Now the real fireworks:

I'll start the weekend off with CAMOUFLAGE ...

I'm done!
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele