Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Meet Rand Lorca Mitchell

Meet Rand Lorca Mitchell from 
Unforgivable, Immortal Redeemer—Book 1

What kind of job do you have? I’m an Immortal Redeemer, you could say I’m a hunter of sorts. I hunt humans mostly, they tend to be the cruelest of creatures. Don’t get me wrong, there are naturally bad animals and I wipe them out just as quickly. Rand stretched his long legs, crossed his ankles, and wondered what the hell he’d gotten himself into. His fingernails played rata-tat-tat on the arms of the chair.

Describe yourself in three words. I. Smell. Good. You said three words, right? Rand chuckled. Damn good in fact. We emit a scent discerned by humans with an affinity for animals. They think it’s a new cologne on the market. If my father hadn’t left me well off, I could bottle the shit and make a fortune hawking it on the streets. Hawking, now there’s a play on words for you. I’m a hawk shifter.

Who is your love interest? Nola Lester. Jesus, just saying her name makes me hard. Rand reached for his crotch. She’s curvy, sexy, sassy, and a bitch sometimes, but, damn, the woman makes my blood rush like a rain-swollen river after a storm. Let me give you a bit of advice—keep your gun locked up if she’s around.

Do you like using sex toys? What? Nola’s got me, why would she need a toy. Of course, if she wanted to use one, I wouldn’t in the least bit be averse to helping her with it.

Top or bottom? Top, sideways, from behind, Nola’s neck in my face. Christ, be careful what you ask me. Rand rolled his shoulders, sent a mental shove to keep his hawk under control. Something about the raptor inside me, hell, it’s an animal and when Nola bares her neck for me, says more than anything I have her trust. You know, the neck is very vulnerable, and the first thing an animal goes for in a kill.

How did you and Nola meet? She fucking shot me! Can you believe that shit? Caught me in the woods on my knees taking care of business and out of nowhere comes this hellion in a wispy little nightgown, wearing pink bunny slippers, waving a gun around…damn, she was hot.

Do you have any pets? Every animal falls under my protection. Does that count?

Whipped cream or Marshmallow? Potato chips, preferably Herr’s, peferably hot.

Are you a night person or a morning person? Day, night, sun, stars—both are beautiful when you can damn near touch the sky.

What do you like to wear to bed? What do you think?

Boxers or briefs? Rand shrugged. I prefer the freedom of boxers, but nothing wrong with a brief, you know, a little added control helps sometimes. Are we done?

You and Nola are stranded overnight in a cabin, what would you do to pass the time? You know where we live? Rand let enough of the hawk emerge to flash round, gold-rimmed, bird’s eyes at the interviewer. We’re not stranded, we live in that cabin year round. Suits Nola, suit’s my purpose just fine. Don’t come messing around in our woods. You might not like what you find there. Now, I’m done.

Would you share the blurb from your story?

One careless shot in the dark, and their lives collided.

Nola Lester finally had enough of life in the city’s fast lane. She needed to get away, get back to her roots, but tending a wounded hunter whose controlling and charismatic personality triggered strange desires threatened Nola’s plans. Perhaps changing her agenda may not be such a bad idea.

Rand Mitchell anticipated relaxing in the secluded mountains he felt drawn to year after year. There would be no rescuing animals or hunting humans, just peace and quiet while searching for clues to explain the mystery of who he is. Instead, Rand found himself ensnared by a sharp-tongued spitfire more than willing to provide a diversion.

Neither of them knew what a deadly creature she held in the palm of her hand.

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

Friday, May 23, 2014

A Vampire's Thirst

A thirsty vampire and an angel behind Heaven’s gate…

A Vampire’s Thirst (Razor’s Edge)
Available now @ Changeling Press

Once, Nolan was known as Temperance. He gave all souls moderation in everything. He was good at his job, and he called heaven home -- until he fucked the wrong seraphim!

Now Nolan whiles away time as a vampire slayer serving the devil, keeping an eye on Omen's, a club for otherworldly creatures, and babysitting Lucifer's son. Not a job he expected to hold for damn near eight hundred years. Nolan yearns to return home.

All Nolan has to do is utter three words and he can walk back into the arms of his archangel.

J Hali Steele

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

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

A thirsty vampire and an angel behind Heaven's gate...

A Vampire’s Thirst (Razor’s Edge)
Coming May 23rd

Once, Nolan was known as Temperance. He gave all souls moderation in everything. He was good at his job, and he called heaven home -- until he fucked the wrong seraphim!

Now Nolan whiles away time as a vampire slayer serving the devil, keeping an eye on Omen's, a club for otherworldly creatures, and babysitting Lucifer's son. Not a job he expected to hold for damn near eight hundred years. Nolan yearns to return home.

All Nolan has to do is utter three words and he can walk back into the arms of his archangel.

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Temperance, moderation... ideas Nolan used to control in the universe. Neither of those things meant shit to him anymore.
Standing between the devil and death stripped away every remnant of balance imbued in Nolan upon his creation. Shit, if he hadn't been buried between the thighs of some fucking seraphim whose name escaped him even now, he'd have provided the temperance needed to still the hand of Saint Peter's murderers, and he'd be languishing his days above, instead of here on earth, in the devil's playground.
Would God's world have changed in any way if the Saint had lived? It had been the year twelve hundred and fifty two when the bastard died for fuck's sake!
Nolan had stopped caring. He just wanted to go home.
His mind leaped to the last time he'd visited with Satan, the last time he'd looked upon the portrait of the archangel who had banished him and placed him at the right hand of the devil.
Gabriel wasn't pissed off Saint Peter had died. He was mad as hell Nolan's cock had been buried somewhere other than his ass.
Thunder rippled overhead, shaking the walls until pictures crashed to the floor. Glasses shattered to smithereens, sending deadly shards into the air surrounding Nolan.
"Now there's a fucking omen." Peris appeared in front of Nolan and clapped his hands, bringing everything to a grinding halt. "What in the devil's name were you thinking about for this shit to happen?"
Club Omen's was frequented by otherworldly creatures. Werewolves, gargoyles, ghosts, and demons, they all cavorted in the bar nightly. Only damn brave humans sat much longer than it took to finish their beer or cocktail and get the hell out. Dark energy ran rampant in the club, leaving normal people with a nice dose of fear.
"Why didn't you let him finish?" Peris owned Omen's, and his daddy was Satan. Nolan had had enough of Peris, wolves, gargoyles, every goddamn bit of it. He snatched a cold beer out of thin air, turned the bottle up and emptied it. "Trust me, he can't hurt anyone but me here, and unless he calls me home, there's not a whole lot more he can do but leave a few scratches."
"Hell's sake, which angel up there has it out for you that badly? Sure isn't from my side of the family."
Nolan cocked his head sideways. "What family do you have up there, jackass?"
"Don't get pissy with me." Peris swept his arms around the room, sending shit back to its proper place. "Damn glad no customers were here to see this angelic display of godliness." He grunted. "Might give them the wrong idea of who's bad and who's good."
Air whistled through Nolan's lips. "Don't you have someplace to be? Maybe wagging your dick in Moni's pussy or something?" He glared at Peris. "I enjoy my own company just fine."
"Oh, right, your own company, my ass. You're f'ing around with someone up there, and damn if I want them tearing my shit apart. If Daddy... "
That was as far as Peris got. Nolan flashed up, snatched him by the neck, lifted him a foot off the floor and squeezed just enough to make his eyes bulge. "Fuck Satan."
The floor shifted sideways, and Nolan dropped Peris, who skidded across the floor on his ass, slamming into the bar. Using his powers, Nolan lifted himself into the air. Still didn't save him. Satan's spiked, forked-tail slashed through a flaming gash in the floor, wrapped around Nolan's waist, and drug him straight to hell.
Fuck me.
Lucifer glared at him, eyes red and full of fire. "I think maybe you've lost your goddamn mind."
Nolan smiled at the devil from his sprawled position on the floor. "You could be right."

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

Friday, May 2, 2014

Release of Quench...and a Giveaway

Visit Sensuous Promos blogspot to read about Hard Case, grab a copy @ Ellora's Cave for .99¢! Be ready for Quench's release today and the contest tomorrow. I'll be giving one lucky winner a copy of Quench and Hard Case, another lucky winner will receive a copy of Quench.

And I always have a surprise up my sleeve!

Coming to Ellora’s Cave Today!
Sequel to HARDCASE available for .99¢

Alek is cursed. A tiger and lion mix, he also feels vampyre bloodlust. Finding a mate will require finding someone to sate that bloodlust and it has become increasingly clear that the two cats who live beneath his skin are outrageously, unbelievably picky. Then he meets Viviana, the one woman who ignites a fierce fire in his soul.

Viviana, a vampyre warrior, is shocked to come face-to-face with the one creature who can turn her cool blood into a molten river. Her powers stolen, she has to count on the cat for everything—blood, even her life, and when they’re together she becomes a wildcat in his arms. Viv wants Alek as her own, and no one, not even Alek himself, will stand in her way.

Inside Scoop: Alek and Viviana share many erotic likings, including enjoying the occasional voyeuristic adventure as well as exhibitionist sex, when the desire strikes them.


Alek remained motionless with the knife pressed into the skin of his throat. A cold trickle of blood slid down his neck as the stranger used one hand to pat him down as if it were a cheap stickup. When the hand came around and grabbed his cock, he made his move.
Lightning fast, he reached over his shoulder, grasped the stranger by his head and flipped him onto the floor. The tip of Alek’s knife now pierced the other’s neck and drew blood.
“Unless you want what you just had to be your last meal, I suggest you don’t put your hand on my balls again.”
“Get your ass off me and I’ll be glad to oblige. Fuck, never mind, your cock feels pretty damn good right where it is.” A slender body pushed up against him.
The voice stilled him and he inhaled deeply. Alek’s breath caught in his throat. Truth assaulted his nostrils and he wondered how the hell he’d missed it. Delicious female scent wafted over him. Shit! A freaking woman had held him at knifepoint and she smelled full-out vamp. Pulling his blade back, he released her and stood while she came to her feet with a lithe move that impressed him. Close to his height, taut muscles twitched with readiness as her weapon flipped back and forth through nimble fingers.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Alek asked.
“What in hell were you doing trying to sneak up on us? You ever hear of knocking? I thought you Kind had a thing about privacy.” She peered at Law. “Who the hell is this guy?”
“Trust me, Viv, he’s not a cat you want to mess with, understand? Put the knife away.”
Dace’s snicker filtered through the room.
“Don’t call me Viv, no one here knows me that well. I’m Viviana. If anyone gives a shit about a last name, too bad.”
The vamp amazed and flustered Alek at the same time.
Her feminine chin jutted toward him. “Who’s Mr. Got-a-helluva-package?”
Law choked. “That’s Alek.”
“Ahh, your lofty Reign leader. How you doing? Nice cock you got there.” She motioned to the couples on the sofa. “Help yourself to a bite.” Viviana laughed in his face when his jaw dropped. “You cats need to stop being so damn finicky.”
Surprised by her boldness, he snapped his mouth closed. He’d never met a woman like her in his life. She had the foulest mouth he’d ever heard, no modesty at all and she felt like a wet dream about to pop.
Alek’s dick was hard as a stick of dynamite and it felt ready to blow any damn minute. Christ! What was up with this female? And what the fuck was up with him?
Her moonlit blue eyes pierced him before she vanished.
He wasn’t hungry anymore. Not for food anyway.
Before he sheathed his knife he ran the tip of it over his tongue. The vamp’s blood tingled there, sending another hot stab of desire right to his crotch. The taste of her called so loudly to him he followed Viviana right through the door. The last thing he heard was the brothers laughing.
Alek blatantly checked out her backside, pleased by the sight of her tight ass swinging in front of him. Platinum-blonde hair hung down her back in a severe plait. Black leather hugged her lithe body like a second skin and her long legs ate the hallway up. She was tall, damn near reaching his six foot four inches in her stiletto boots. Oh he could work her for a long time. The package she’d fondled earlier was still hard.
His hands itched to touch the walnut brown skin he knew would feel like satin. And her smell drove him nuts. Damn! Could one drop of blood have…Hell, maybe he was in heat!

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt.

J Hali Steele
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UNREDEEMABLE at Changeling Press, ARe, Amazon, B&N

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