Crawl in Bed With Yasmin Subha

Crawling Into Bed With
Yasmin Subha
And a GoodBook

*crawls into bed* Hmmm very nice! Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton, so I can play the sweet little innocent before I ravage my victim!

*blinks* Um...Okay? What are you wearing?
As you can see nothing, but I might slip into a custom made red corset! And I might get my whip out but that's much later.

*faint smile* Whips and corsets, oh my. Perhaps my attire is inappropriate for the occasion. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Champagne that I picked up in France, chocolates and strawberries.

Very sophisticated and sensual. I approve. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
You'll find your fingers smacked. How rude opening my drawers!

How do you know I don't enjoy being smacked? *snicker* Okay, yes ma'am. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I prefer kicking the covers off to snuggle closer to my partner.

Ahhh you enjoy sharing body heat? Well then, can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Absolutely not! Do I look like a hot water bottle!

Mercurial moods...I like that. What are we reading?
We are reading my first release called Wildfire.
Here is the Blurb and a little Excerpt to tickle your taste buds.

Braden has searched all his lifefor 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, afiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who wouldrather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her motherfor her blood as well, didn’t he?  But ina twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be theonly thing that unites them?

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 thefriction awoke the fierce passion residing underneath his skin, and his cockhardened.
"Be still my wild fire, it will be easier." Braden spoke in a low tonedirectly into her ear. He caught the smell of her hair and could not resistburying his face in the mass of red curls. He groaned with need. Need for bloodand 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 hisface, he bathed in her curls. Moving the curls away from her neck, he bentdown, opened his mouth, and sucked the skin on her neck. She tasted of nectar,his very own personal brand.  His headscreamed to bite, to taste that rich blood he had sipped last night in the carwash. But the man in him wanted her to be willing, to take her as she reachedthe height of orgasm as she had nearly done so in the car wash. This time hewould 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 herealized she was crying.
Her little voice wobbled and she gave a sob, "Don't hurt me, please."

Well I hope your readers like the sound of that.
You can find the Wildfire here:

Breathless Press



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