Eva Weston's Fully Loaded Friday with Hunks of Man-meat and Swag!

It's the weekend again!  Woohoo!  That means it's time to sit back, feast your eyes on man candy and be swept away with a romance or two!

Now, let's set the mood...

OH YEAH, BABY!

Are you warmed up?  I am!  Now for the free reads available at Amazon and Barnes&Noble!

  

Ooh, I know it's not Christmas yet, but I couldn't help myself!  I love Christmas!  

If you become a Follower of my blog, you will be entered to win a FREE copy of my upcoming HEART OF THE DRAGON novella, THE DRAGON'S DESIRE.  One winner will be chosen at the end of November. What do you have to lose?  By becoming a follower, you'll always be the first to discover the free reads at Amazon, read interviews with popular authors, and get sneak peeks into my upcoming novels!

As a bonus, SINFUL LUST, the second book in THE EROTIC FAIRY TALE THEATRE collection, is now available on both Kindle and Nook.  

Enjoy this snippet!

“I’m going to do bad things to you,” he growled menacingly, flashing his perfectly white teeth in a snarl that curled her toes.  Jane’s heart thundered against her chest grinding her rib cage into a fine powder.  Her breathing quickened and then stopped as her entire being tensed and quivered. 

His eyes were more than just the pale, full moon on a clear winter’s eve, they were more rich than mere melted silver, and they were far more hungry than any starving fiend.  They bore a hole straight through her, straight into her screaming soul as he towered over her.

Jane flinched, her legs teetered on the brink of running but where would she go?  Thick, green trees blanketed in heavy moss surrounded her on all sides.  Bramble and thorns had formed a fence around the clearing and she was light-headed inhaling the musky and earthy scent.

She had nowhere to run.  She was lost in the dark forest.

And if she truly wanted an escape, she would have found one.  If she wanted to escape…

Jane’s emerald green eyes took in the sight of her feral nightmare.  Or was the proper term her feral fantasy?

His long, black tresses curled down his back and chest and shadowed his wicked glare.  It looked like silk even as several thick braids beaded with wood and turquois tangled into the soft curls.    His hair was wind-swept, like he had been dashing through the forest, leaping over felled logs and hunting his prey.

Perhaps he had been.  He had found a succulent morsel.

His skin was bathed in golden light from the sun and accentuated every firm muscle nicely.  His round shoulders were striated as if claws had scratched deep into them, as if he was chiseled from stone.  Biceps flashed solid veins with every squeeze of his large, rough hands like several snakes coiling just under his skin.  He was ready to strike.

Jane licked her lips as her mouth and throat went dry.  Fear and longing rushed through her blood as her gaze swallowed him whole.  His chest was broad and strong but that is not what had stolen her breath.  A tattoo of a black, silver-eyed wolf graced his pecs and his carved abs.  With each subtle movement of his torso, the tattoo seemed to snarl and howl.   Panting for her.  He was hungry. 

The man wore nothing.  He stood proud and naked under her frightful scrutiny.  He enjoyed her stares as he bared his teeth.  She gasped.  He smirked.  He shifted his narrow hips slowly, dragging her attention below his tattoo.

A small trail of drool etched its way from Jane’s open mouth as every thought froze and carnal determination kicked in.  It was base.  It was primal.  And his dick made her squirm as the enormity of the thick shaft beckoned her touch.  Again, those veins that were snakes pulsed and made his cock twitch.  Jane allowed a nervous laugh to etch down her throat as beads of sweat tickled her temples. 

He was utterly hairless.   He was so smooth that Jane knew he would feel like velvet if she could muster up the courage to reach for him.

But he frightened her.  His appearance screamed man but he was all beast.  

Thanks for stopping by and I hope to see real soon!

Eva

Sneak Peek at Eva Weston's Dragons from the upcoming series, Heart of the Dragon!

What breathes fire, brimstone and can burn down forests in the blink of an eye all the while sending shivers crawling up and down your spine?

DRAGONS.

The HEART OF THE DRAGON series showcases the War of the Ages from the epic saga, THE DRAGON LORDS (coming December 2012).  This is truly the beginning of the rise and fall of Dragons.  Learn how the Dragonkin came to be and what led to THE DRAGON LORDS.

The HEART OF THE DRAGON series are short stories, quick love nips that ignite the flame of desire and passion.  The first book in the series, THE DRAGON'S DESIRE, introduces us to the heroine, Tania, who will eventually give rise to the Dragonkin--half-human half-dragon.  Become enthralled with the love affair between her and Aristo.

In the second book, THE DRAGON'S DEN (coming February 2013) Stephan, the Master of all Dragons, turns his attention to Tania.  Although he does not wish to anger his brother Aristo, he cannot deny his attraction to Tania.

Meet the two heroes from THE DRAGON'S DESIRE,  the first book in the series!

Impulsive and cock-sure, Aristo is the first dragon to ever fall in love with a human.  The moon is his eyes and when the moon is full, he shifts into the powerful, black fire-breathing moon dragon.

Stephan is the Master of all Dragons and brother to Aristo.  He is loyal and steadfast.  Unsure about the human princess that Aristo has brought into their midst, he still vows to keep her safe and protected.   

Tania suffers from low self-esteem brought about from the constant emotional abuse from her father.  She doesn't understand love but she knows she never wants to be without Aristo.  Little does she know she will be the Mother of all Dragonkin and that her name will be worshiped throughout the ages.

THE DRAGON'S DESIRE

HEART OF THE DRAGON, BOOK 1

RELEASE DATE:  NOVEMBER 2012

Chained in the dungeon of Black Rock Keep, the dragon seeks escape...

The Moon whispers in the shadowy darkness as Princess Tania senses a chained dragon in her father's dungeon.  Curious and enthralled, she searches fro the mystical moon dragon and instead discovers a man that she desperately yearns to touch and who, in return, desires her to bend to his will and mark her as his.

The dragons are slowly dying and the one person who could breathe life back into them is the daughter of their hated enemy, King Polas.

Witness the birth of the Dragonkin.

EXCERPT:

Tania’s knees buckled but she stood her ground even as his voice began to caress her in forbidden places of delight, “Are you the moon?”

He grinned and showed his perfectly white teeth which promised he would rip her to shreds if given the chance, “I am the moon dragon.  The moon has watched you and so have I.  My eyes are the moon.”

Tania pursed her mouth and tried to step further away but her feet wouldn’t obey, “Why were you watching me?”

“Why wouldn’t I, Princess?”  His body slithered as he spoke in an attempt to free himself from the restraints but the reverberations on the chains merely responded that he was locked tightly.  He would not find freedom under his own accord. 

“What do you want with me?” she asked timidly.  She knew the answer and she desperately yearned to oblige.

“Why do you stand outside these bars?  Come closer.”

Tania clenched her jaw.  Her feet would still not acquiesce to her demands.  Terror is a harsh mistress and it does not allow one complete conviction over their actions.  Her gaze returned to the silver, glowing eyes of the moon dragon as her heart ground her ribs into a fine powder.  She thought that her chest would burst wide open if she couldn’t quiet her pounding heart but how could she remain calm with a man hungrily eying her like she was the most savory morsel he would ever taste? 

Tania whimpered.  She yearned to close the distance because the thrall demanded it.  She yearned to learn the carnal knowledge of wicked temptations that left a woman screaming in sheer ecstasy.  She knew he would satisfy her curiosity.  And she also knew he would devour her whole if given the chance.  He was a dragon.  He was a beast.  He was a monster.

“Come to me, Princess,” the dragon commanded.  His voice was soothing as a dangerous undertone of warning snarled in her direction.  What would she sacrifice for just a touch from him?  Why couldn’t she run away?  Was there ever a moment when the fawn yearned to know death?

Her body moved of its own accord.  It stalked steadily toward the metal bars that kept her safe from the prowling predator.  Her slender fingers snaked around the poles as she pressed her thin face in between the bars.  “I would know your name, dragon.”

“There is power in a name and I would not give you such control.”  The man smiled softly, hiding the wickedness that gleamed in his eyes.

“If I knew your name, I could command you?”

“Of course.”  A sparkle glinted in his silver eyes as if he knew exactly what he was doing.  He had said the right words to draw her in.  Like an expert con, he had set the wheels of fate in motion.  

A naughty little thought thrummed in her mind.  Perhaps she could taste the forbidden and remain safe at the same time.  He would have to agree, however, but with his restraints keeping him caged, Tania was sure he would meet her demands, “Then let us strike a deal, dragon.  Tell me your name and I will release you after I have sated my curiosity.”

The creature once again flashed a brilliant smile in her direction that would inspire envy amongst the stars, “What do you wish to know, Princess?”

“You.  I would know all of you.”  A part of her conscious felt like a sick little tart eager to spread her legs as the other part screamed for morality.  But in the darkness, could the Gods see her transgression and did she care?  No, she did not care.  She wanted to know this dragon.  She wanted to feel his shaft take root deep within her soul as bliss washed over her like cooing mountain rain.  

Eva Weston's Fully Loaded Friday feat. beefcakes, swag, and WIP!

It's Friday!  You know what that means--eye candy for all!  The great thing about this candy is that it has no calories but you may experience some side effects such as sweating, increased blood pressure, and the urge to find your significant other!

Enjoy!

I hope you're good and warmed up!  'Cos Kindle has some great free reads available!

I would also like to take this opportunity to give you a glimpse into my Work In Progress:  SINFUL LUST.  It will be released on Amazon within 2 or 3 days so keep your eyes open!

The Erotic Fairy Tale Theatre is proud to bring you a story of magic, sex, and love--not necessarily in that order!

Jane finds herself face to face with a big, bad wolf who yearns to devour her! Her husband, Axe Huntsman, tells her to be wary of wolves but Jane is tempted by the erotic devil she meets in the woods and she can't help but to fall prey to his delicious body! But can she find her way back home before the wolf literally eats her alive?

SINFUL LUST is loosely based on the fairy tale, Little Red Riding Cap by the Brothers Grimm. The Grandmother has been removed and so has the gore and has been safely removed and replaced with lust and desire.

Length: Short Story

Genre: Fairy Tale Romantica

Contains graphic depictions of rough sex, language.

EXCERPT:

“I’m going to do bad things to you,” he growled menacingly, flashing his perfectly white teeth in a snarl that curled her toes.  Jane’s heart thundered against her chest grinding her rib cage into a fine powder.  Her breathing quickened and then stopped as her entire being tensed and quivered.  

His eyes were more than just the pale, full moon on a clear winter’s eve, they were more rich than mere melted silver, and they were far more hungry than any starving fiend.  They bore a hole straight through her, straight into her screaming soul as he towered over her.

Jane flinched, her legs teetered on the brink of running but where would she go?  Thick, green trees blanketed in heavy moss surrounded her on all sides.  Bramble and thorns had formed a fence around the clearing and she was light-headed inhaling the musky and earthy scent.

She had nowhere to run.  She was lost in the dark forest.

And if she truly wanted an escape, she would have found one.  If she wanted to escape…

Jane’s emerald green eyes took in the sight of her feral nightmare.  Or was the proper term her feral fantasy?

His long, black tresses curled down his back and chest and shadowed his wicked glare.  It looked like silk even as several thick braids beaded with wood and turquois tangled into the soft curls.    His hair was wind-swept, like he had been dashing through the forest, leaping over felled logs and hunting his prey.

Perhaps he had been.  He had found a succulent morsel.

His skin was bathed in golden light from the sun and accentuated every firm muscle nicely.  His round shoulders were striated as if claws had scratched deep into them, as if he was chiseled from stone.  Biceps flashed solid veins with every squeeze of his large, rough hands like several snakes coiling just under his skin.  He was ready to strike. 

Jane licked her lips as her mouth and throat went dry.  Fear and longing rushed through her blood as her gaze swallowed him whole.  His chest was broad and strong but that is not what had stolen her breath.  A tattoo of a black, silver-eyed wolf graced his pecs and his carved abs.  With each subtle movement of his torso, the tattoo seemed to snarl and howl.   Panting for her.  He was hungry.

As always, I have a FREE READ available on my blog!  Be sure to check it out!

Thanks for stopping by and have a delicious weekend!

Eva Weston asks author Anita Philmar, What is Your Inspiration?

I am very pleased to present this week's author, Anita Philmar!  Join me and discover just what entices her to create the stories she writes!  What is her inspiration?

     

(Just a few of her many books)

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.

Website:  http://www.anitaphilmar.com/

Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com

Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/

FB: www.facebook.com/anita.philmar

GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1329767.Anita_Philmar

My Dirty Little Secret of What Turns

Sorry you ask what inspired me to write, didn’t you?

Well, I’d have to say men.

Yes, I’ll admit it. They fascinate me. The way they move, think, laugh, talk, play, look, fight...in so many ways they are like aliens from another plant. They make look similar to women, but they open their mouth and they speak an unknown language.

They enjoy violent sports and watch shows that leave me shaking in my shoes.

Their sense of humor leaves me baffled.

But I can’t avoid them. They’re everywhere. I turn on the television to watch a movie and there they are tempting me.

It’s a curse I tell you. So to make sense of my addiction, I write wild erotic stories about how a single man has to fight to find that one true love. Does he want love?

No. He has worlds to conquer and women to bed. One woman could never please him, right?

Can you see how this might inspires me?

• Put him in situation where he meets a woman who can match him in every way, and then watch the sparks fly. (Texas Passion)
• Place in a society where he has to marry. (Black Dragon series.)
• Have him tempted to distraction by lust. (Fairy Fun)
• Give him the sole responsible of protecting another person, just because she beautiful, sexy and hot for him that shouldn’t make any difference, or so he believes. (Banished) 

The truly fun part is seeing how a male character can changes and grows, yet still maintain his unique masculine characteristics.

What woman can’t be inspired by such creatures? They are so incredible exceptional.

Wow! Thanks for stopping by, Anita!  I'll definitely check your stories out!  

I just ADORE Wednesday interviews--so much can be learned!  Thank you for stopping by, fellow readers!  I hope to see you on Friday for Friday's Fully Loaded where I post sexy hunks of men and showcase a few FREE READS on Kindle/Nook!

Eva Weston

Eva Weston's Fully Loaded Friday! Featuring yummy goodness and swag!

Before I showcase the FREE books available at Amazon (and probably B&N), I'm going to get you into the mood.  Light the candles and cue the music!  Look out ladies, Friday is fully loaded!

Ooh, I know where he can put that cigar!

Hmm, I wonder what he can do with chains!

My hero!  He can fix flats!

FREE SWAG AT AMAZON!

http://www.amazon.com/Holiday-How-To-Christmas-Desserts-ebook/dp/B009NNXTBM

This first one is for fun!  Food is always a great way to seduce someone-especially for the holidays!

http://www.amazon.com/Romance-Mackenzie-Brothers-Quartet-ebook/dp/B005C5YZ86/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1350044252&sr=1-1&keywords=free+romance+books+for+kindle

In this novella, bad boy, Dane MacKenzie, is coming home to Surrender, Montana.  It's been ten years since he left the woman he loved behind to make a name for himself, and now he's bound and determined to claim her once and for all.
But Charlotte Munroe has no desire to welcome home the Prodigal Son with a fatted calf.  The bitterness of Dane's betrayal runs deep, and she has no plans of letting him back into her life.  Especially since she's trying to protect the son Dane isn't aware exists from heartbreak, since she's sure he's only going to walk out of their lives again.

http://www.amazon.com/King-Goose-ebook/dp/B0087KGMDE/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1350044252&sr=1-7&keywords=free+romance+books+for+kindle

As dragon shifter and king of his people--the purple dragons of the east--King Najarni wants to make his lovely wife happy.  Her Earthly customs and holidays are strange to him so he sends men forth to her realm to learn of these bizarre rituals.  When his wife, Queen Tara, sees what her husband and his faithful guards have done, she can't help but laugh.

All of these look yummy!  I'll read them this weekend!  Tell me what you thought of them!  Friend me on Facebook and let's chat romance!

As always, my FREE READ is available here on my blog!  See what happens when a werewolf and elf carry on a forbidden affair!

Fill your weekend with heroes and fairy tales!

I hope to hear from you soon!

Eva Weston

Eva Weston asks Author Skhye Moncrief, What's Your Inspiration?

Hello fellow bloggers!  Today I'm bringing you an exclusive interview with author Skhye Moncrief!  She stopped by to discuss what exactly inspires her when she creates her stories!  If you've never read any of her work, I would suggest you purchase something ASAP!  My personal favorites are the WERESCAPE series.  A few months ago I read WERESCAPE 1: COUGAR  and my socks literally caught fire!  What a hot romp through a post-apocalyptic world where aliens and shifters collide!  I'm currently reading book 4 of the series and loving it!

WHAT IS YOUR INSPIRATION, SKHYE MONCRIEF?

Most people are shocked at what inspires my stories.  I can watch a documentary and have 3 stories in my head after 50 minutes.  I usually get eyerolls from my critique partners because stories come to me that quickly. ;P I find the rest of my inspiration arises from little epiphanies I have while watching movies, out shopping and people watching, or doing other things.  I see an expression or an object and suddenly something that I've been hung up on in a story will click.  I have more issues writing now than I ever had though.  So, I need those epiphanies!  And just changing your activity from creative to functional can be the little fuse that sets them off.  Like the moments when I'm on the elliptical and can't stop to jot something down...That's the same as trying to fall asleep when little story scenarios suddenly pop like popcorn inside your head.  Lordy, like can't our brains work when they're supposed to?

In a nutshell, I'm "certifiably" geek.  I don't care if certifiably isn't a word.  I like it!  Because...I live for shows like THE HISTORY OF CONCRETE.  Well, don't run off yet.  See, I studied archaeology a long time in graduate school and know the importance of understanding the history of things.  *wink* Besides, you never know when that information might come in handy in real life.  Seriously, I spend far too much time explaining the value of a research resource on my blog whenever I can.  I've been told that type of post is incredibly helpful.  However, my broad-spectrum interest in most things leads to Extreme Speculative Romance.  Yes, I'm going to go ahead and create a new genre (innovate).  Why not?  I'm using the word "certifiably" and might as well.

I suppose I should define Extreme Speculative Fiction...

Extreme Speculative Fiction is essentially combining all sub-genres of paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fie romance in one story.  Yes.  I do this.  I jump off a cliff and hear about it in reviews.  Alas, my brain works that way.  I'll confess that world building is more important to me than sexual tension.  Although, a few really nuclear sexy encounters can bump world building down a notch when I'm in my happy reading place.  But you'll definitely find extraterrestrials  psychics, shifters, and scientists in all of my series.  I can't help it.  Like I said--my brain works that way.  My stories are born of my interest in survival, human evolution, cultural relativism, cultural evolution, and my formal education in geology and bio-archaeology.  From what I have gathered, time and time again, everything is interconnected, even cultures that believe in magic living next to cultures that believe in science (studying the one knowable/observable reality).  The conflicting interests of scientific and nonscientific cultures is enough in itself to write a straight PNR, UF, or Sci-Fi romance novel about!  So, I'll blame my inspiration on my subconscious (my muse) throwing stuff into short-term memory.  That unruly entity tortures me because I keep saying I'm going to write a normal story.  I guess the definition of normal is relative...

Oh, I guess I should point out the power of Man Meat!

I'm human.  It's true...A juicy visual bite of testosterone can really set one's subconscious on  a mission from HELL.  Oy! All I need is one really awesome image stuck in my mind and there's another story.  It's like buying shoes on sale and then trying to find an outfit to go with them!  Then again, there's that timeless writing truth:  never underestimate the power of a cookie.

Thank you, Skhye Moncrief!  Good thing you included the pic of the man meat near the end, because my brain stopped working for a while!  Like a raccoon with something shiny, so am I with hot men!

If you would like to learn more about Skhye Moncrief and her incredible world-building talents and steamy sex rides, visit her online at http://skhyemoncrief.com   

Many of Ms. Moncrief's books are only 99 Cents!  To purchase them and to read excerpts, visit Amazon here or if you have a Nook, visit here.   She also has a FREE READ available here.

Thank you all for stopping by and a BIG, BIG thank you to Skhye Moncrief for giving us a glimpse into her world!

Check back every Wednesday for author interviews on what inspires them.  It's going to be a blast!  Expect more pics of hunky men because that's what we do here in Eva Weston's world!

RT X-Rated Excerpt from THE CURSE OF DESIRE by Eva Weston

Welcome to my very first blog post!  Before I post the very naughty scene from my first ever book, THE CURSE OF DESIRE, I would like to introduce myself.  My name is Eva Weston and I've been a writer for several...BORING!  Let's get to the sex!

The Erotic Fairy Tale Theatre is proud to bring you a story of magic, sex, and love--not necessarily in that order!

John Kalt is cursed.  He keeps in the darkness, hides in the shadows and ignores the rest of the world.  He is ashamed of his appearance and he knows he will always be alone because who would ever love a beast?

Angela Masterson has been hired as John's contact with the outside world.  She has fallen head-over-heels for her employer despite his monstrous appearance.  To Angela, he is beautiful.  He is kind, loving, and she only wants to love him.

How can she convince him to give in to temptation and take her without consequence?

The CURSE OF DESIRE is loosely based on the fairy tale, Hans my Hedgehog by the Brothers Grimm.  The blood and gore has been safely removed and replaced with lust and desire.

Enjoy!

EXCERPT:

John licked her plump lips and relished in the new flavor.  She tasted like sunset on a clear, autumn day as the warmth from the hot summer faded into the comforting cool of fall.  And yet any sort of chill could not suppress the heat burning in his veins.  His blood boiled as he was engulfed with more than just kissing the object he craved.  His thick cock pushed against her soft thighs.  He pressed himself closer.  With each squeeze of her shoulders, his muscles violently contracted and tensed as if he needed to slam her down on the white tiles and fuck her senseless.  Fuck her brutally.  Take her without consequence. 

His tongue darted in and out of her slightly opened mouth as his fingers began to roam.  They left the vicious grip on her arms as they climbed up her neck and then danced back and forth on her tempting collarbone.  Dear God, the feel of her skin even through the well-knitted sweater drove him crazy.  He needed to remove the fabric that kept him from his obsession.  It blocked his way like metal bars, keeping him far from her, keeping his beast caged. 

His fingers came together at her chest, feeling her heart pound mercilessly against his fingertips as he slowly unbuttoned her top.  His tongue was eagerly lapping her mouth when something collided with his lips.  Angela’s hands pulled his hair and brought his face closer to hers as she shoved her own warm, wet tongue deep within his mouth.

John groaned throatily and ripped off the remaining buttons.  This was happening.  And it would not be slow.  Passion had the blood racing faster than a speeding bullet.  The outside thunder rolled and lightning struck the sky.  Clotheslines pelted at the window as the wind howled in utter violence and rapture. 

It was almost a fast dance as John moved her from one embrace to another.  He could not remain still.  He could not merely kiss her as he stood in one place.  His body was antsy as if a thousand biting insects were gnawing at his skin.  He had to move.  He had to pull her closer…

If you would like to read the rest of the story, visit here to purchase for 99 cents! (Coming to B&N soon)  If you're just cruising around for a free read, visit my FREE READ section and enjoy a little romp through the forest with a hungry werewolf!