I Welcome to the blog Yazmin Suhba,
Yazmin Subha is a busy mother of two children, whose
husband has got used to her sitting tapping away on her laptop. By day she sits
at her job, all respectable and prim but by night she is imagining feisty
heroines and sexy alpha males.
She is a British author who grew up with a love of
reading. Books created other places, times and worlds to visit. It was the
desire to try to write that saw her pen her first short story as a teenager.
But then everyday life got in the way and it was only recently that she began
scribbling again. Encouraged, or rather dragged screaming and kicking by her
critique group UCW she decided to ‘have a go’.
Her teenage dream is finally coming true.
Find Yazmin online
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Hi Elodie.
Thank you for having me over to visit. As you know,
I am really excited at the moment because I have had my first ever release, Wildfire
came out on 24th August with Breathless
Press.
Braden has searched all his life for the
one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power. One bite
and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, a fiery red
head is the last one in the line of high born witches who would rather die than
give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her mother for her blood as
well, didn’t he? But in a twist of fate
Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be the only thing that
unites them?
Excerpts
1.
Millie knew this wasn’t a good idea. Brad wasn’t a
man one could say no to. It was a stupid idea to hide in the carwash. She
prayed no one would want to wash their car at three AM as she squeezed between
the rollers. Her heart beat fast. She took a gulp of air and then blew it out
to try to calm herself.
No footsteps could be heard, only the soft whistle
of the trees as they swayed in the warm night air. She relaxed her shoulders
and sighed. Maybe Brad had decided to no longer pursue her. Maybe that blonde
with the big boobs had caught his attention at last, and he had gone off with
her to a quiet spot to find out if they were real or not.
Wait a few more minutes, she told herself.
After a few minutes she pried herself out and took
a step over the roller by her knees. All of a sudden the whir started and the
rollers began to move. What the hell. How… Her mind ran on ahead of her.
The soap was dispensed and the rotation of the rollers caught her attention.
The darkness did not help; the route out wasn’t clear. The rollers in front of
her whipped against her and sprayed suds and warm water that soaked her silk
dress so that it clung to her.
She leaned back and tried to gain a hold of something
to anchor her. Damn him. How had he found her? She knew there was
something strange about him when he happened to be near her all the time. Even
when he was across the room, within a blink of an eye he came to stand next to
her—in her space.
The warm water, combined with the sensation of the
soft, soapy bristles tantalized her skin. The rollers brushed against her and
sent electrical currents to her clit. Hell…how could she be getting turned on
by this?
Something warm blew across her face. A silent kiss…an
unknown hand…lingered on her cheek.
Got you! The voice was
in her head.
How can that be? she thought.
She shook her head to get rid of the fuzziness caused by the water as it
cascaded over her body. Warm hands caressed her breasts. Her senses heightened
as one unknown hand stroked down to the juncture between her legs. The fingers
flicked and pressed her sensitive clit and a wet tongue licked at her neck. She
was lost to the sensations all round her. How could he do this? She felt him
near, but he wasn’t there. How? The fingers stroked harder and she could
not help but arch into the hand.
Mine alone. Open for me. Let me in come into you. His command was as urgent as the brushes that stroked her skin. At
last he emerged before her—tall, broad, and dark. His mouth came down on hers
and their wet lips met. Their tongues danced as his hands pulled her to his
chest. He stroked her ass and pulled up her dress. She shivered against him.
2.
She was slight,
her curves meshing against him as though they belonged next to him. She
continued to wriggle her lower half trying to get out of his arms. Only the
friction awoke the fierce passion residing underneath his skin, and his cock
hardened.
"Be still
my wild fire, it will be easier." Braden spoke in a low tone directly into
her ear. He caught the smell of her hair and could not resist burying his face
in the mass of red curls. He groaned with need. Need for blood and need for
her.
His voice
soothed her anxiety and he felt her stop trying to get out of his arms. Her
heart beat slowed down, eventually matching his own. Synchronized again, Braden
kissed the back of her head. Enjoying the feel of her silky hair in his face,
he bathed in her curls. Moving the curls away from her neck, he bent down,
opened his mouth, and sucked the skin on her neck. She tasted of nectar, his
very own personal brand. His head
screamed to bite, to taste that rich blood he had sipped last night in the car
wash. But the man in him wanted her to be willing, to take her as she reached
the height of orgasm as she had nearly done so in the car wash. This time he
would be inside her, not just pleasuring her with his hands.
His mind came
back to the present as he felt little shakes coming from her, and he realized
she was crying.
Her little voice
wobbled and she gave a sob, "don't hurt me, please."
You can find the Wildfire
here:
Amazon.com
ARe
Well Elodie, thank
you for letting me visit! I hope to come again.
Yazmin
Hi Yazmin. Nothing like a hot vampire to get your blood pumping!
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