Monday, November 14, 2011

Celebrating Stephanie Draven's New Release! #Giveaway of #DarkSinsandDesertSands!

I'm thrilled to feature my good friend and local RWA chaptermate
Stephanie Draven's
latest Mythica series book here on the blog!

Escaping a hellish Syrian prison, U.S. serviceman Ray Stavrakis emerged with uncanny mind-control powers and an eerie ability to morph into a mythical Minotaur. As a half man, half bull, Ray had legendary power, but only one woman could prove his innocence. The woman who'd driven him to the brink of insanity with her cool-eyed interrogation and her hot-blooded sensuality.

But Vegas psychologist Layla Bahset had no memory of Ray or her past. Only a feeling of being stalked by a nonhuman predator. Was it Ray…whose eyes condemned her soul even as his hands ignited her body? Or was another evil force at work? But nothing could stop Layla from remembering what she was…and what her evil creator had planned for her and her soldier lover….


Read on for a hot excerpt...

It wasn't difficult for Ray to find Layla Bahset's office. She hadn't gone to any trouble to hide her identity. She was listed right there in the Las Vegas phone book like she was just an ordinary woman and not evil incarnate. This had probably been a mistake—to come directly to his interrogator's office in the middle of the day. They'd have him on the security cameras and someone might be able to identify him. But unless he planned to stalk Layla Bahset down the street, like he'd done with the guard in Aleppo, this was the easiest way to handle things.

"Hola," the woman at the desk purred, eyeing him with unabashed interest while her fingers arranged a vase of flowers. "My name is Isabel. And aren't you just trouble in a tight black T-shirt..." 

She was a glamazon with cinnamon-brown eyes, Latin curves in all the right places, and a smile that could cause a war or two. Ray felt himself flush under her magnetic charm. She was sexy as hell and it'd been a long time since anyone looked at him with anything other than malice, but Ray couldn't let himself be distracted by flirtation. He'd come here for Layla Bahset.

He'd come here for justice. He'd come here to clear his name. Nothing less would satisfy.

"So, will the doc see me, or not?" Ray asked.

"Lucky for you, Dr. Bahset's a workaholic. I'm sure she'll squeeze you in, Papi."

Were they already to the nickname stage? "Thanks, Cha-cha," Ray returned, swiping a piece of candy from her desk. He popped it in his mouth hoping the sugar would steady him, but the intense sweetness put him even further on edge.

Dr. Bahset's office door was half open, and he took a moment to watch her. Was it just Ray's imagination, or had he been in prison so long that every woman looked like a goddess today? Layla Bahset was as flawless as he remembered her, and Ray found that comforting. If a wisp of her black hair had escaped the confines of her severely upswept coiffure, it might’ve given him pause. If her lips had been slightly chapped instead of delicately glossed, he might’ve hesitated. But she was perfect.

Beneath the demure white blouse and dark skirt, there wasn't a single crack in the facade through which her humanity might have shone through.

Yet here she was, in the flesh.

It all happened in slow motion—fractional increments of time. He stepped into her office and locked the door, hearing the satisfying sound of the bolt sliding into place. Layla Bahset looked up, her emerald eyes disarmingly and deceptively warm. He remembered those eyes, as green as the Nile and as timeless as the pyramids. Eyes so penetrating and pitiless that his throat had constricted with every question she'd asked. Now he made himself just as hard and pitiless. His boots rapidly closed the distance between them and her smile faded. His coat caught the edge of a low end table and overturned it just as she rose to her feet to call for help.

Then he had her.

Kicking her chair out of the way, he slammed her against the bookshelf and felt her go boneless with fear. Rage blinded him as he wrapped his hands around her throat and he struggled not to let the beast in him take over. He reminded himself that he wasn't here to choke her; he just  needed to keep her from screaming. He let her exhale and felt the heat of her breath on his face.

Her palms flattened against his chest to fend him off but the rest of her was surprisingly warm and yielding. He could actually feel the heat of her through his shirt. She smelled like something sweet and fragile, like a desert blossom. Like something he could trample and destroy.

Damn. It had been a mistake to touch her. More than two years had passed since he'd touched anything so soft, and the intimacy of skin against skin might be his undoing. Her eyes were closed, lips trembling. He could almost taste the salt of her fear-induced perspiration. It should've given him a feeling of satisfaction or mastery, but it only made him hungry for her. Urges he no longer knew he had clawed their way to the surface. With his blood running hot and his knee between hers, he nearly forgot what he'd come here for.

"Look at me, damn it," he growled close to her ear until her pulse quickened beneath his fingertips and her eyelashes fluttered open. "I bet you thought you'd never see me again, did you? Take a good look and hope it's not your last."

Her eyes frantically searched his face as if for something she might recognize, and it infuriated him. Her face was burned into his memory. Her questions were branded in his flesh. That she could have forgotten him was unthinkable. He let his eyes blaze a path to the edge of her mind, but he was so angry he could barely focus on controlling her. The top button of her white blouse had come undone, baring her collarbone, and he wanted to press his mouth into the hollow of it.

After everything she'd done to him, she was finally at his mercy. He could have her. He could show her his strength and power now that he wasn't in chains. The desire to take her was so strong that it actually shook him out of his stupor.

He wasn't that kind of monster, after all.

He let his grip relax, fingers splayed over her shoulder as she took a desperate breath. "You're not going to scream, okay?" She nodded and in spite of his admittedly tenuous hold over her mind, she didn't scream. She didn't claw at him either. Instead, she did the most astonishing thing. Her delicate hand slipped over the taut sinews of his forearm in a caress. "Let me help you," she whispered.

He couldn't remember the last time another human being had touched him in gentleness, and the intensity of it was unbearable. Unbearable. He was an escaped create of the black dungeon. 

Perhaps he wasn't meant for the sounds, scents, or gentle sensations of the world anymore. Perhaps he knew only pain now. Her touch left him unbalanced. Unsteady. He had to pull away. "Sit down at your desk," he commanded, but he wasn't sure if it was his power that compelled her or just the fear.

"I want to help you," she repeated, settling into her chair.

"You didn't help me when I was in Syria," he snarled. "You just asked me all those questions, and they'd swirl in my head like you were some kind of sorceress. Like you'd bewitched me. And when I wouldn't answer, you'd send me back to have my hands and feet beaten until they bled. Of course, that was before you tried to make me think you actually cared about me…"

She shook her head as if she didn't know what he was talking about and it made him even angrier. "Oh, give it a second and you'll remember me. You see, everything has a price, sweetheart, and your bill has just come due."

Stephanie Draven is a denizen of Baltimore, that city of ravens and purple night skies. She lives with her favorite nocturnal creatures, three scheming cats and a deliciously wicked husband. When she is not busy with dark domestic rituals, she writes her books. Stephanie enjoys re-imagining myths for the modern age. She doesn't believe that true love is ever simple or without struggle so her work explores the sacred within the profane, the light under the loss and the virtue hidden in vice.

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Did you have a favorite line from the excerpt? Please let Stephanie know! Comment with your email address through midnight EST on November 15 and be entered to win an ebook of Dark Sins and Desert Sands! Open to international. Thanks for reading! 

19 comments:

LadyVampire2u said...

Congrats on Dark Sins and Desert Sands! I simply loved the excerpt!! Wow, this book sounds amazing and definitely jumped to the top of my wishlist here. I think my favorite line was "He couldn't remember the last time another human being had touched him in gentleness, and the intensity of it was unbearable." That line alone really touched my heart-strings. For someone to feel that alone... it's so sad! I definitely need to read this book. Thanks for the chance!
LadyVampire2u AT gmail DOT com

Laura Kaye said...

Thanks for kicking off the comments LadyVampire! And, yup yup, you picked my fave hands down!

Leave Stephanie some comment love, guys! And Good Luck!!!

Stephanie Dray said...

Thanks for having me, Laura. And thanks for the kind words, LadyVamp! Ray has been through so much torture that simple touch and kindness just unravels him...

Stephanie Dray said...

Uh, also, I'm accidentally posting with my other pen name, but it's me! Stephanie Draven ;)

Tamara Hoffa said...

This sound really good. I like the same line as above poster, what a powerful emotion that evolkes!

Deborah said...

Urges he no longer knew he had clawed their way to the surface. With his blood running hot and his knee between hers, he nearly forgot what he'd come here for.
That will get you going on Monday morning for sure :-) Of course after reading THAT excerpt the kids have NO clue why Mom is grinning ear to ear!
Like LadyVampire said - I think this book just launched itself to the top of my wish list! Can't wait to read more and thanks for the chance of winning a copy!!!
snjmomma at gmail dot com

katcantrell said...

This one is my favorite: "You see, everything has a price, sweetheart, and your bill has just come due." I love what this invokes - Ray's sense of justice, the endearment that's anything but, how it drives the next point of conflict. Brilliance, Steph.

Congrats on the release - I've been waiting for this one!!

PaigeTurner said...

OMG, Stephanie, I almost burst into flames reading this excerpt! This may be even hotter than your previous Mythica stories, which I absolutely loved. I can't pick which hot sentence is my favorite, so I'll pick when the hero calls the receptionist "Cha-Cha" which made me snort coffee out my nose. (A lovely image, I know!)
Beth W
bwerrell@hotmail.com

Jary said...

"Oh, give it a second and you'll remember me. You see, everything has a price, sweetheart, and your bill has just come due."

That last line is great!!

flaca798@hotmail.com

Sebrina said...

This sounds so good...Thank you Laura for introducing me to Stephanie.
(Damn, With his blood running hot and his knee between hers, he nearly forgot what he'd come here for.) We women are supposed to make them forget, right? Yes!
Thanks for the chance!
Sebrina_Cassity(at)yahoo(dot)com

Laura Kaye said...

I'm really enjoying seeing your favorite line picks! Woot! Thanks everyone!

Arianne Cruz said...

"Oh, give it a second and you'll remember me. You see, everything has a price, sweetheart, and your bill has just come due."

something about the excerpt really made me wanna read the book!!!

email: cruz042 at csusm dot edu

Julie said...

The top button of her white blouse had come undone, baring her collarbone, and he wanted to press his mouth into the hollow of it.

This line makes me shivery, it's so intimate.

Stephanie Dray said...

@Tamora -- It was one of my favorite lines too!

@Deborah -- Honored to have made you grin!

@KatCantrell -- Yay! That's exactly what I was hoping to evoke with that line.

@PaigeTurner -- *snicker* You know, I almost cut that line as I thought it might sound too snarky from him calling her "Cha-Cha" but decided, what the hell.

@Jary & Sebrina -- Thanks for the warm words!

@Arianne -- "Something about the exerpt really made me wanna read the book!!!" *grin* That was the idea.

@Julie -- Ooooh, shivers. Excellent.

Victoria said...

Love the excerpt. These are my favorite lines:
He couldn't remember the last time another human being had touched him in gentleness, and the intensity of it was unbearable. Unbearable. He was an escaped create of the black dungeon.

Perhaps he wasn't meant for the sounds, scents, or gentle sensations of the world anymore. Perhaps he knew only pain now. Her touch left him unbalanced. Unsteady. He had to pull away.

I love a tortured hero and he certainly is one - thanks ;).

vsloboda(at)gmail(dot)com

Linda said...

Mine is "She was a glamazon with cinnamon-brown eyes, Latin curves in all the right places, and a smile that could cause a war or two."

Glamazon!! Can I steal that?

What an excerpt to tease & tantalize. Makes one want to rush out & buy the book!

thumbelinda03@yahoo.com

Laura Kaye said...

So many great picks guys! Thanks for turning out for Stephanie!

Stephanie Dray said...

@victoria You don't get more "tortured" than this hero! Thanks so much for the warm remark.

@Linda Steal away! ;)

@Laura and everyone else, thank you so much for having me. It was a delight.

Laura Kaye said...

And the winner of Stephanie's giveaway is...Sebrina_Cassity(at)yahoo(dot)com

CONGRATULATIONS!

And thanks to everyone for participating!