Susan Hayes shares why Kismet Cove is close to her heart

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Hello Inner Goddesses!

Windswept’s launch is one day away, and I am so excited that I’m probably bouncing in my chair as you read this. I love all my books, but the Kismet Cove series holds a special place in my heart for several reasons.

Reason number one, I live just a few hours away from where I based the series. I have taken the liberty of mixing some fictional places in with the real businesses of Tofino, but the town is real, and so is the beauty of the area around it. Seals and surfers play in the waves, and orcas have been known to patrol the beaches right along with them. It is a place of breathtaking beauty and wild Pacific storms. I cannot imagine a more likely place for a colony of shapeshifters to reside, hidden away from humans while living just next door to us.

The second reason is the mythology it’s based on. Selkies are a magical race whose origins can be traced to Scotland, Ireland and even Iceland. They are seal shapeshifters, infamous for seducing lonely wives and stealing away comely girls from their fishing villages. Selkie men are said to be irresistibly handsome and extremely talented lovers, while their women are so beautiful that any man who lived near the sea was forever on the lookout for a selkie pelt so that he might capture one to take as his wife. Selkie myths are full of love, sex and romance. What’s not to like about that?

The final reason I love this series is a personal one. Growing up, my family spent countless hours boating, swimming and exploring the ocean. It was such a part of our lives that my little brother became a commercial diver and fisherman, living in a small community not that different from Tofino. Six years ago, he died suddenly in his sleep, and so I have dedicated this series to his memory. The ocean was his true love, and it is hope that I conveyed a bit of his love for nature and the sea into the characters that live in Kismet Cove.

Windswept is the second book in the series, and tells Vivan, Tucker and Byron’s story. They’re from very different worlds and aren’t even the same species, but nothing worth having comes easy, right?

Blurb:

When Vivian arrives in the small town of Tofino for her best friend’s wedding, her own love life is the last thing on her mind. The winds of fate are changing, and soon she finds herself falling for the sinfully sexy owners of Breakers, the local bar.

Tucker and Byron are selkies, seal shapeshifters from the colony of Kismet Cove. Bound together by blood, the two of them are destined to share a mate. They’ve just about given up hope of fnding her when Vivian turns their world and their hearts upside down.

Before long dark secrets, old wounds, and new enemies conspire against the three lovers. They’ll have to fight to stay together, defying family and tradition along the way.  When trust is broken and forces conspire against them, can their love weather the storm?

Excerpt:

“Miss me?” Tucker’s deep voice sounded from behind her and a bottle of scotch with two fresh appeared in her vision. “I went back for our drinks.”

“My hero.” She took the bottle and glasses from him and then laughed as he walked around and placed another stool in front of her. Instead of sitting in it properly he threw a leg over the seat and sat in it backward, so the back was against his chest and he could fold his arms over the top. “I thought you were coming over to join the party?” She gestured behind him to the bulk of the people gathered.

They’ll come say hi when they want to. I did mention I’m the black sheep, remember? So I thought I’d come keep company with the other unknown element.” He took back one of the glasses from her and then held it out for her to pour. “This time, you can serve me. Anyone asks, just say you work here.”

“You offering me a job?” She poured him a measure and then herself one before setting the bottle down on the nearest flat surface.

“Why, you looking for one?” He cocked that pierced eyebrow at her again and she felt her nipples harden as a wave of lust rolled through her. What was it about him that had her hormones in a tizzy?

“My boss demanded I leave the airport and come back to cover the shop for a week so she could fly to Hawaii at the last minute,” she explained with a shrug. “So I quit. I’ve worked in clubs before, but honestly, I am much better at cutting hair than making drinks or waiting tables.’

“So you’re thinking about staying out here?” He seemed surprised at the idea.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Hell, two days ago I was missing my best friend and booking clients for New Year’s Eve styles and sets. Now I’m on the other side of the country and unemployed. I know Jess would be happy if I stayed, but I have no idea if that’s what I want. Not to mention the fact my bike and stuff are still back in Toronto.”

“If you decide to stay, you won’t have any trouble finding work once the tourist season starts. This whole town fills to overflowing. It’s a big change from the world you grew up in though.” He grinned and his dimple flashed. “You’re more likely to get attacked by a bear than a mugger, for one thing.”

“A bear! There are bears around here?” Jess hadn’t mentioned anything about any damned bears. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

Tucker was laughing and shaking his head. “I’m not kidding. Bears, deer, cougars. Even the occasional wolf. You have landed in the wilds of the west coast. You still think you want to stay here?”

“Who’s staying? And why are you telling her about the bears already, Tucker! Jeeze man, how many times do I have to tell not to traumatize the visitors?” Byron appeared beside them, laughing. “Pay no attention to him. He’s just trying to mess with you. The bears are quite happy to stay out of town, and the deer are only a threat to people who are foolish enough to try and grow a garden. Those things eat everything!”

“Hello again. Are you both out from behind the bar for the night now?” Vivian’s gaze bounced from one to the other, once again amazed that both men were clearly interested in her. Jess had said most of the folks in Kismet Cove were poly, did that mean these two were as well? Wicked thoughts filled her head for a moment and she had to mentally shake herself back to the present.

“I am free for the night. Barring catastrophes, bar fights or kitchen fires, that is.” Byron eyed the glass in her hand. “That’s not tequila.”

“Nope, Tucker found me something better.” She pointed to the bottle of scotch. “Much better.”

“He did, huh?” Byron whistled low when he spotted the brand. “Eighteen-year-old scotch? How did you get him to part with that, slim?”

“I asked nicely.” Viv fluttered her lashes at Byron. “It works wonders.”

“Besides, I’m joining her.” Tucker held up his own glass, still half full. “But you don’t have enough appreciation for good scotch to lay a finger on that bottle. Heathen.”

“Not a problem.” Byron threw up his hands in mock surrender, revealing he already had a drink in his hand. I’m driving home later so I’m sticking to unleaded for the rest of the night. Kitchen is about to bring out some nachos and appetizer platters. I came to warn you that if you’re hungry, you better be prepared to move fast. The locals are all very friendly until you get between them and their food supply, then they get ornery.”

As she hopped off her stool she found herself between them both, with Byron’s hand on the small of her back and Tucker’s resting between her shoulder blades. They escorted back to the main table as several servers appeared, all laden down with food. She could feel her stomach rumbling even if she couldn’t hear it over the music. She decided to throw discretion to the wind and enjoy all the indulgences the night had on offer. Good food, fine scotch, not to mention the attention of two men that she wouldn’t see again once she went home. 
After all, she was on holiday.

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Lori King's Apache Crossing series

Sidney's Triple Shot, book 1:
Blurb: [Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, light public exhibition, consensual BDSM, bondage, spanking, HEA]
Sidney Rowe has been abused in ways that most people can’t even imagine. After a horrific miscarriage, she left behind everything she had to escape her ex-boyfriend. She finds refuge in the kindness of the three Dawson brothers. They give her a job and a sense of security in the small town of Apache Crossing.
Xavier, Tyce, and Noah Dawson have built their bar, Triple Shot, into a profitable enterprise. The three former Marines have also built a reputation for integrity in the community, but their sex appeal and charm are legendary. They enjoy their playboy status…that is until a jumpy, skittish Sidney stumbles into their lives needing their help.
Sexual tension explodes when the brothers decide they want to protect and share Sidney, but to have her they have to stop her ex from haunting her. Can they keep her safe and win her damaged heart?

Snippet

Sidney had intended to make a grand exit by storming out of the office into the night and never looking back, but just as she tugged at the door, it flew open. Standing in front of her, wearing his own mask of rage, was Tyce Dawson. She gasped and jumped backward, running into Xavier’s hard chest where he stood behind her. Tyce stalked into the room, his eyes holding hers in a passionate but pissed-off trance.

“What exactly do you mean I took advantage of you? If I had wanted to take advantage of you, love, you would have been stripped naked and fucked hard. Instead I let you leave like the gentleman that we both know I am. And you absolutely do want me. I can see it in your eyes and in your body.” He looked at her tight halter top pointedly, and she lost her breath again when she realized her nipples were poking through it, betraying her arousal.

“Are you telling me that you would have forced me to have sex with you?” she asked incredulously, and he physically blanched at the idea. Fear still tickled at the base of her neck because he looked so angry, but her arousal at being in the same room with both men was fogging her brain and muffling her instinct to run.

“Do you really think I would have had to force you to do anything? If I touch you now, I think you will melt into me just like you did last night. You’re already leaning into Xavier, and he would be happy to hold you up while you come. He might even lend a hand if you asked nicely.” Tyce took another step closer to her, completely eliminating her breathing room and making the room seem very small.

“Just because I’m horny doesn’t mean that just any cock will do,” she snapped back, refusing to let herself be bullied.

“Hmm…why don’t we find out?” Xavier growled into her ear as Tyce stepped closer and took her mouth in a heated kiss. He ravished her lips, and after just a moment of hesitation, she let herself give into him completely. He was hard and demanding, pushing her to open to him and give more. He taunted her with soft butterfly kisses over her lips and face and then tormented her further when he sunk back into a deep, passionate tongue war with her. When his mouth finally drifted away from hers and down to her throat to linger at her fluttering pulse spot, she struggled to catch her breath.

“Please!” she murmured. Her own voice was husky with desire, and she wasn’t sure if she was begging them to stop or to keep going. Her bones felt like pudding, and her brain was mush. She couldn’t remember why she thought this was such a bad idea a few moments ago.

Xavier’s lips and teeth were mapping the sensitive skin on her neck and bare shoulder, and his fingertips burned the skin of her belly as he explored the jewel that decorated her navel. She sighed deeply when his hands drifted up her sides to caress the skin on the bottom edge of her halter top, and the sensitive undersides of her breasts. Gripping her hair tightly in his hand, he turned her head toward him so that he, too, could claim her mouth.

Sidney was shocked at the possessiveness in Xavier’s kiss. He laid claim to her, drinking her in and testing her resistance. When she joined into the kiss and allowed him to consume her, she felt his masculine approval like a tangible thing. Their tongues were in a duel for control, and his large hand was massaging her scalp while holding her tightly to him. When he finally released her mouth to look down at her, she was panting.

Tyce had managed to free her breasts from her halter top and was crouched in front of her, massaging the mounds tightly. He dropped his mouth to one tight, pink nipple and licked it gently. She cried out at the shock that went from her nipple to her clit and felt her knees give way. She was amazed when Xavier’s arm banded tightly around her waist, holding her in place for his brother. They seemed to be working in tandem to drive her insane. This new position pressed Xavier’s hard cock right into the soft cradle of her ass, and she creamed harder. Tyce sucked her hard nipple into his mouth, biting her softly and then harder when she mewled her pleasure. The pain was unlike anything she had felt before. It didn’t hurt her as much as it heated her blood to the boiling point.

“Oh God, yes!” she moaned, letting her head roll back on Xavier’s shoulder and gripping Tyce’s hair to hold him in place.

 

Lori King also writes The Grey Pack paranormal amour series. 

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Susan Hayes' Kismet Cove series

Riptide, Book 1:

Blurb:[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, spanking, HEA] Rory Frazier is destined to be the next leader of Kismet Cove, a secret colony of seal shape-shifters known as selkies. The catch? Rory can only claim his birthright if he and his blood brother Evan Sinclair find a suitable mate.
Jessica Jones has come to Tofino to reclaim her life and move on from the grief of her mother’s death. Jess just wants time alone and space to heal, but kismet has something else in store. After a rogue wave sweeps her out into the frigid Pacific Ocean, Jess is rescued by two handsome men who heat her blood and help to heal her wounded heart.
Time’s running out for Rory and Evan. They need to present the colony with their chosen mate and tell Jess the truth about who they really are. When their secrets are finally revealed, will their newfound love survive, or will the emotional riptide tear the three of them apart forever?

EXCERPT

 Jess knew there was a reason she should open her eyes, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out what it was. It was easier just to drift in the comforting warmth that surrounded her like a cocoon than to puzzle out what was wrong. She was warm, and Evan had said she was safe… Jess’s brain slammed on the brakes and then reviewed her last thought and a second later she was sitting up in bed, her arms crossed over her nearly naked chest as she stared down at the blond god looking up at her in alarm.

“What—” was all he got out of his mouth before she started screaming.

“Where am I and why am I naked? And who the hell are you?”

Jess grabbed the blankets still wrapped around her and scrambled backward until she hit a wall.

“Just calm down for a minute, Jess. I’m Evan, remember?”

“No! I mean… maybe?” She realized he was only half dressed and panic washed over her again. “Where are your clothes? And where the hell are mine?”

She heard footsteps coming at a dead run and the next thing she knew another man burst into the room. Jess squealed in fright and tried to stand up, slamming her head on the low ceiling. Stars burst behind her eyelids and she dropped back down to the bed with a cry of fear and pain.

“What the fuck did you do to her, Evan?” the new arrival bellowed.

“Nothing! Now will you shut up? You’re scaring her.”

“I’m scaring her? Really? I was up top when she started screaming.”

“Shut. Up. Rory,” Evan snarled and Jess could hear him moving on the bed. “Jess, sweetheart, it’s okay. You got taken out by a wave and we pulled you out of the water. Your clothes are right over there, but they’re soaking wet. Are you remembering any of this yet?”

Jess opened her eyes slowly and found herself staring straight into the face of a dark angel. His black hair fell to his shoulders, and his eyes were the color of onyx. She could tell he hadn’t bothered to shave in a day or so, and the dark stubble added to the surreal sense of danger the man projected. Even stooped over to fit inside the strangely configured room. He looked absolutely huge and more than a little intimidating.

“Hi, Jess. I’m Rory.” The dark-haired man gave her a slow smile and she felt her insides turn to molten mush. That smile transformed his face and softened the impact of his powerful presence.

“Uh, hi.” She tugged the blankets tighter around her and glanced over to Evan again. He was like sunshine after the storm when she compared him to Rory. He had sandy blond hair and a friendly smile that she recognized from the tumble of terrible memories that were all jumbled up inside her head. “You were the one that pulled me out of the water,” she said to Evan and he nodded, still watching her with concern gleaming in his sky-blue eyes.

“That’s right. Rory was there, too, but he was dealing with the boat, so I was the one who took you down here and got you warmed up.”

More memories came back and Jess blushed as she remembered being undressed and then burrowing into Evan’s arms.

Evan grinned and she found herself dazzled by his smile. “Oh yeah, it’s all coming back to you now, isn’t it?” he chuckled. “Now that we’ve established the fact that no one here’s an ax murderer, why don’t you lie back down and finish getting warmed up while I check to make sure you didn’t just give yourself a concussion.”

“I’ll do it,” Rory offered and the two men exchanged a look Jess didn’t quite catch the meaning of. It must have meant something, though, because Evan grinned and nodded before flopping back down on the mattress and patting the spot beside him.

“I’ll leave the first aid to Rory’s gentle touch, then. Come here, sweetheart. You’re nowhere near recovered yet. You need to rest.”

A fragment of another conversation popped into Jess’s head and she grinned at Evan as she carefully made her way back to his side. “I thought you said he was heavy-handed?”

Rory growled and Evan groaned with laughter. “Oh sure. You didn’t remember getting rescued, but you managed to remember me insulting his driving? You’re just going to be a world of trouble for us, I can already tell.”

Jess was intensely aware of Rory as he moved around behind her, and she felt a shimmer of heat dance over her skin as he gently stroked her hair and explored her scalp just around where she’d bumped it.

“You gave yourself a nice goose-egg, but I don’t see any blood.”

“So I’ll live?” She tried to keep her tone light, but she could hear the tremor in her voice. She hoped they’d think it was from the cold and not because of the effect the two of them were having on her.

Rory’s hands stroked over her wet hair and came to rest on her shoulders as he leaned down so his mouth was just beside her ear. “You’ll live, but only if you stop wandering out on the rocks during storm season. Promise me you won’t do that again.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Say it,” Rory instructed her in a commanding tone. “I want to hear you say it.”

Jess opened her mouth but no words came out. She didn’t know what to say, or how to say it. This was a whole new world for her and she was certain she was going to screw it up.

“They’re only words, sweetheart.” Ethan insinuated his finger the tiniest bit lower, parting her labia before he stopped moving again. “If you say it, Rory will let me reward you.”

Jess quivered and her gaze flew up to meet Rory’s.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, baby. Evan won’t move his hand until you do.”

Jess tried to buck her hips against Evan’s fingers, but he moved with her and laughed. “Now she’s cheating!”

“Jessica Jones, don’t you dare move until you tell me what you’re thinking!” Rory’s tone brooked no argument and Jess was stunned by the authority he poured into every word.

“I think you’re both gorgeous, and I really wish you’d hurry up and get undressed and get in here with us,” she babbled her answer and then added, “and no one has called me by my full name since I got too big to be spanked!”

Rory’s nostrils flared as he leaned forward, his hands still on the fly of his trousers. “Believe me, baby, you’re not too big to be spanked.”

Jess’s jaw dropped open and she stared up at Rory in shock. He couldn’t possibly have meant that…could he? Before she could ask Rory nodded to Evan and Evan’s fingers dove into her pussy, rubbing hard against her clit.

Jess moaned, her hips writhing against the pleasurable pressure. Rory finally moved his hands, undoing his pants and sliding them down his hips. Jess realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and her entire pussy clenched, her inner walls suddenly aching with the need to be filled. Rory’s cock rose up almost to his navel, the tip already engorged and gleaming with pre-cum.

Evan’s clever fingers were making it hard for her to think, but she managed to reach for Rory with trembling fingers, and he took her hand as he finished kicking off his clothing and stepped up and into the tub.

“Is she as responsive as I think she is?” he asked Evan.

“Better.”

“Then I think we should let her come before we start discussing how this is all going to work. A demonstration might help make things clearer.”

Jess whimpered as Evan kept stroking her clit, up and down in a slow, leisurely rhythm.

“Would you like that, Jess?” Rory asked, his tone dark and commanding. “And don’t you dare just nod. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh god, she said please,” Evan groaned and flicked her clit harder.

“Now that’s sexy.” Rory lowered himself into the water until only his head and neck were visible and Jess realized he was kneeling on the floor of the tub. “You got to taste her cute little toes, Ev. So I’m going to be the first to taste her pussy.”

“What?” The word flew out of her mouth before she’d thought of anything else to say.

“Trust me, we’ve got this.” Rory reached out and snagged her ankles in his hands, drawing her feet up to his shoulders. “You got her, Ev? We don’t want her getting a dunking or I think she’s going to have a few things to say to us.”

Evan’s fingers left her pussy and she bit back a mewl of frustration at the loss of contact. Evan reached up around her ribcage and then crossed his arms near the wrist so he had her in a firm hold, his hands eagerly cupping her breasts. “Got her,” he told Rory and brushed a kiss to the side of her mouth. “You may want to hold onto something, sweetheart.”

“Why would I—oh!” Jess exclaimed as Rory lifted her legs over his shoulders and moved toward her until her hips were just clear of the water and her pussy was a scant few centimeters from his mouth.

“That’s why.” Evan chuckled and pinched her nipples between his fingertips as Rory’s hands came over her thighs and parted her labia. Without another word Rory lowered his head and let his tongue swipe along the entire length of her pussy and Jess cried out at the pleasure of it.

She clutched at Evan’s wrists, bracing herself against the sensual onslaught that Rory’s mouth and tongue were unleashing on her clit.

Rory plunged a long, thick finger into her channel and groaned. “She’s so tight.” The words came out muffled, but Evan clearly understood because his arms tightened around Jess and he kissed her hard.

Jess’s body was a sponge, soaking up every glorious touch and sensation. Hands and mouths stroked and sucked until she was quivering and panting, suspended on the precipice of an orgasm. Evan lifted his head and stared into her eyes, his own gone a stormy blue-gray in his passion.

“I want to watch you come. I want to see your beautiful face when it happens.” He pinched her nipples harder than before. “Come for us, Jess.”

Susan Hayes is also the author of the Whispers in the Dark and The Paladin Protection Agency series.

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Getting Ambushed by Cute, Fuzzy Plot Bunnies (Giveaway)

To say that a writer's hold on reality is tenuous is an understatement — it's like saying the Titanic had a rough crossing. Writers build their own realities, move into them, and occasionally send letters home.

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My friends and family can attest to the truth of the above quotation, because they have occasionally had to send out search parties to hunt me down and drag me away from my keyboard and back to reality. But even then, part of me is still with my characters, listening them converse with each other, myself and occasionally even arguing with me over the way the story is going to go. Did you have an imaginary friend when you were a child? Me too, but mine never left.  With each new story I simply add more to the legion that exist within the confines of my mind, and in the books I write. I’ve come to accept that having the mind of a writer is simply another form in insanity. Fortunately for me it’s a type of crazy that’s more or less socially acceptable.

As I type this I’m actually playing hooky from my current manuscript. My muse vanished in a puff of smoke somewhere around 1 am on Friday night and hasn’t been seen since, so I’ve been taking advantage of her absence to write this entry, prepare some work for my own blog, and re-work part of my current work in progress to fix some minor issues that popped into my head while I was driving home from the hair dresser. Even when my muse is in a snit, apparently she’s still willing to send me memos on where I’m going wrong.  This is what it means to be a writer, that no matter where I am or what I’m doing, part of my brain is still wandering on another plane: plotting, planning and building imaginary worlds while invariably getting ambushed by cute, fuzzy little plot bunnies who do their best to distract me with yet more ideas for new worlds and new characters.  

Some scientists theorize that there are an infinite number of realities in existence, and new ones are being created all the time. Every writer I know is living proof this is true, because we spend part of our lives forever inhabiting the realities we create. The rest of the time, we’re trying to write about these places so that we can invite our readers to come and explore them with us. 

Consider this your invitation: Come and escape with me.

Susan Hayes

 Bio:  Susan Hayes lives on the Canadian west coast.  She’s passionately in love with the written word (and a few of her more hunky creations.) Writing is her joy, her escape from reality and the only way she knows of to quiet the nagging harridan of a muse she claims the universe assigned to her.  She has written three paranormal series, The Paladin Protection Agency, Daemons and Angels, and Kismet Cove, and the novel Whispers in the Dark.  

Latest Release ~~Guarding Valentina, book 3 of the Paladin Protection Agency series

 Determined to keep hunter Valentina safe from the vampire’s vengeance, Aedan appoints himself as Val’s personal bodyguard. Then he makes sure he’s guarding her beautiful body up close and personal, every chance he gets. As the body count rises, Valentina and Aedan’s new bond is tested to the breaking point. Trusting each other with their lives is one thing, but can two solitary warriors find the courage to trust each other with their hearts?

Upcoming Release ~~ Riptide, book 1 of Kismet Cove series out April 11, 2013

Rory Frazier is destined to be the next leader of Kismet Cove, a secret colony of seal shapeshifters known as selkies. The catch? Rory can only claim his birthright if he and his blood brother Evan Sinclair find a suitable mate.

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