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St. Valentine ~ Sinful Saints Bk1
By Rain Murphy
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Saint Valentine is not the saint he would have everyone believe him to be. In his madness he cursed three bloodlines: the Vampire, the Servant, and the Mate. What he had not considered was their free will. Once his creation discovered his many lies, they killed him on February 14th, a day they celebrate still.
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Rain Murphy Author of the series,âSinful Saintsâ published by Anchor Group Publishing, is also the author of the âDECIDING ISLAND SERIESâ also published by Anchor Group Publishing. Rain won the 2014 âTop Clean Readâ & made Amazonâs top seller list. Her books are geared toward adults, young and old, with the sexual passages inferred. It will appeal to lovers of fiction, fantasy, and mythological creatures.
Rain holds an Associate of Applied Business in Business Management and a Bachelor of Science in Psychology.
When Rain is not writing, reading, or promoting one of her two series you can find her spending all her time with her children and grandchildren. They like to camp, kayak, spent time on the beach and have fun plotting her next book. Follow Rain onhttps://twitter.com/rainauthorofDI www.facebook.com/sinnerofsaints Interview with Rain
Where did the idea for St. Valentine originate?
RM: In the beginning it started as a request from my kids for holiday stories. It ended up turning into a full length novel. There will be other installments in the Sinful Saints series.
What makes this story special to you?
RM: After my mother was diagnosed with cancer, I wanted a platform to raise awareness and funds for cancer.org. In this book I included 2 very special poems and a link for readers to make donations to cancer.org. So many people are affected by this disease and I wanted to play a small role in helping such a wonderful organization.
Tell us about the authors whose poems are included.
RM: There are two poems included in the book; Kristin Clark's Time and Ruby Ila Hergesheimer's Far Lima. Kristin is a friend and fellow author with Anchor Group and Ila was my aunt.
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As an unlikely friendship develops between the two, Hannah begins to realize the error of her hypocritical ways, and encourages Henry to make a decision that will forever alter the course of their lives. But for Henry, the price of living a lie is easier than owning up to the truth. Where Thereâs Smoke is a story that asks: who are we really? Are we the sum of all our actions? And is the note we finish our lives on the most defining of them all? Excerpt As wisps of smoke curled under Hannahâs nose, she wondered if it had finally happened: sheâd woken up to find herself in hell.I had it coming, she thought, defeated and unwilling to move from the darkness of the church basement. She felt no fear; apathy did not allow for much feeling of anything. Itâs all a dream anyway. Until alarm bells starting screeching, and then it became reality. Suddenly alert, Hannah felt panic settle in as the air thickened and her eyes watered. Hannah never considered hell to be a place of literal fire. She placed more faith in Danteâs idea of it than the Bibleâs. But thisâthis literal choking agonyâit couldnât be what she deserved, could it? She was sorryâdesperately sorry. For everything. As a wall of smoke started to close in on the last sheâd know of the world, fighting back seemed like a futile option. Sheâd been running too long. This ending was inevitable. It was deserved. She closed her eyes, ready to meet whoever or whatever might be waiting. A sturdy pair of arms lifted her from the searing floor, but she didnât bother opening her eyes, realizing there was nothing she could do now that the devil had caught up with her. Buy Now For Only $.99 About the Author Sarahbeth Caplin holds a bachelor's degree in English Literature from Kent State University. It was during college that she first saw her name in print as a columnist for her campus newspaper, The Daily Kent Stater. Now living in Denver, Colorado, she can be found in various microbreweries when not chained to her laptop working on future books, with themes exploring religion, feminism, and self-exploration. Find more writings at www.sbethcaplin.com, or follow her on Twitter @SbethCaplin Hosted By: One night of shadows. One night of bliss. One night of evil. Katherine Regina Vandercamp has everything. Wealth. Beauty. Social standing. She’s the heiress to the Vandercamp fortune and engaged to the man of her dreams. One night it all shatters… Finding her fiancé with another woman, she is distraught and makes a reckless decision to go with a friend to a sex club. Needing total anonymity, she has sex with a stranger in a room of total darkness, a sensuous cocoon of silky shadows. She has no idea who this man is or what he looks like. But it is in the shadows she finds solace. In the shadows she finds bliss. She can’t forget this stranger’s touch, his taste, his scent. He infiltrates her dreams and holds her thoughts and body captive. But had she made a false assumption about her fiancé? Had he really been unfaithful? She regrets her hasty actions and is tormented by guilt. She is determined to marry the man she loves and forget her stranger. Sinister events unfolded at the sex club. There was a gruesome murder and her stranger has been charged with the crime. Katie knows he’s innocent because she was with him at the time of the murder. She is shocked to find that he’s not a stranger after all. Will she reveal her horrible secret? Will she besmirch the Vandercamp name? Will she risk losing the man who has her heart to save the man who’s touched her soul? Will coming forward put her in danger? Her life is in turmoil. All because of that one night. A night that changed everything… Then the lights went out and the room was thrown into total darkness. Shit! I heard the breath shuttle from my lungs and tried to draw it back in. 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The shadow folded low and his fingers found the soft flesh on the inside of my thighs, persuading them apart with the slightest pressure. I started to hyperventilate, my breath panting from my lips. I was suddenly frightened, rattled by these overwhelming sensations and the intensity of my sexual need. Liquid seeped from my body to coat the inside of my thighs and I could smell the potent fragrance. My body stiffened. “Relax, beautiful,” he whispered. Soft lips pressed against my thigh, planting tender kisses. “I’ll give you what you need.” The power of his whispered voice was all consuming. It was warm caramel pouring over my heated body, and I reacted instinctively to its honeyed sweetness. I melted back onto the bed in one languid stretch. I felt him press his face to my pussy, heard him inhale deeply, and then he groaned lustily. That tongue, that instrument of superlative talent plunged through my folds and invaded me with a voracious kiss. I gasped as white-hot pleasure blasted my body, a full blown assault on my senses. He maneuvered the very tip just over my clit, then vibrated it with perfect pressure that had me clawing at the sheets and arching my back high. Pleasure knifed through my pussy, gloriously sharp as he drew tight figure eights with his tongue over the bulb of straining flesh. “Oh. My. Gaaaawwuuud.” That husky, guttural cry could not have come from me, I was sure, but he did it again and I groaned, long and hard like a woman possessed by demons. He was making long fluid swipes now, dragging his tongue from bottom to top, insinuating it into and between my folds. My nails dug into his scalp as I fisted the short waves of his hair. I bucked my hips hard against his face, uncaring now about the inarticulate sounds coming from my throat. The pleasure was unbelievable, the heat of his mouth and the glide of his tongue. I slipped into a passionate euphoria that quickly enveloped my body. “You taste so fucking good,” the voice whispered passionately. “I want to eat you up.” He latched onto my flesh and sucked, then lapped his tongue furiously against my swollen flesh. Pleasure burst inside me, brilliant white stars zooming across an infinite black sky. I bit my lip as fire licked through my sex and burned a searing path up each knuckle of my spine. I arched my back and shouted into the darkness, my body jerking and seizing hard with a powerful climax. I collapsed back onto the bed, the breath dragging from my lungs like I’d just run a marathon. My limbs quaked, determined not to follow commands as I tried to steady them. “I…I…God, this is…is…” What did I want to say? Why wasn’t my tongue working? Why did I want to crawl inside this man and never leave? Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn't get enough of the world she created and now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series. When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance. |
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