Monday, December 28, 2015

It's Live at Last! Fireworks is now available.

 I haven't been blogging much due to working so hard to complete the fourth and final installment in the Scorched Souls Series - Fireworks. And...drum roll, please! It is now LIVE and ready to read. 

The entire Scorched Souls Series is finished. There will be a very cool, special edition paperback coming in the next couple of weeks, with a bonus chapter. If you have been curious to learn what happens with Boone and Olympia, now is the time. 

Fireworks is just $.99 or FREE for Kindle Unlimited. Also, book one, Firetrap, will be reduced and available as a FREEBIE starting tomorrow, December 28 through December 31. So it is a great time to start the series if you've been waiting for all the books to be completed. 

Purchase Links for Fireworks:

Get Fireworks in US

Get Fireworks in CA

Get Fireworks in UK

Get Fireworks in AU 

Other News:

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. 2015 is coming to a rapid conclusion. I want to wish you and your loved ones a HAPPY AND BLESSED NEW YEAR! 


Friday, October 23, 2015

Special Edition Paperback

I am working a way on completing Fireworks, book three in the Scorched Souls Series. I can't wait to bring Boone and Olympia's adventure to its exciting conclusion. Once the series is completed, I will be offering a special edition, trade paperback version of the entire series in one place. This will be a BIG book. Well over 400 pages. Who knows...there may even be bonus material, as well. We'll see. Watch for details just in time for the Holidays. 

I am revealing the cover now. Thank you to Laura, at the Book Cover Machine, for creating such awesome covers for this series. 

The Cover Reveal:

Monday, October 5, 2015

Firestorm is LIVE at last!

After a crazy few days dealing with KDP's review/approval process, Firestorm is finally available for your reading pleasure. They initially refused to publish due to the content. Yes, this installment is darker, dirtier, and dangerous, and had some apparent 'trigger' words, but I have read far more graphic books. 

The good news...I made a few, very small changes and it is ready to read. Having a "banned" book for a day or two was rather stressful. I am glad it is over. 

Here are some Book Teasers, and below you will find links to Firestorm on various Amazon sites. 

Purchase Firestorm on Amazon

Thank you so much for reading the Scorched Souls Serial-Series. You can expect the fourth and final book -- Fireworks -- to release in late November (sooner if possible). Your reviews and comments mean so much. I would be so grateful if you could take a minute to leave a brief review on Amazon...Goodreads too, if you feel the urge. 

Again thank you and happy reading!

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Seven More Days!

Firestorm is almost here! That's right. Book three in the Scorched Souls-Serial-Series is ready to release any day. On October 7, 2015, you will be able to grab the darkest, dirtiest, and most deadly book in the far. I can't believe Boone and Olympia's journey is winding down. After Firestorm, only Fireworks remains.

However, there are some really cool "things" coming when the series is complete sometime in November. One I can share. There will be a collector's edition, trade-paperback book that features all four novellas in one place. There will also be a new cover reveal for that special edition coming soon. I am dying to share the new cover with you! It was created by the original book cover designer for the series: Laura Gordon, with The Book Cover Machine.

My next project has to do with stepbrothers and rock stars. Wait till you meet Shag, in my upcoming book, Bad Beats. He got his nickname from, you guessed it, his 'shagging' skills. More on that project coming soon too.

In the meantime, get ready to read Firestorm and don't forget Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie, the full-length, Dark Fantasy Romance is currently just $.99 and FREE for Kindle Unlimited.

I absolutely LOVE my own personal Unlimited subscription. I can read tons of books for free, free, free - after the $9.99 monthly fee on Amazon! For a reading addict, that's a darn good deal.

Happy Reading Everyone! 

Here is my PS: Remember, please, if you would; take just a few minutes to leave book reviews. As an author, that is so important to me and truly helps readers decide what books to spend their valuable time and money on. If you believe my book/s is worth reading, please let others know. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Do you enjoy creating BOOK TEASERS?

I can't wait to reveal Firestorm to you guys! I'm sorry it is taking a tad longer then expected. I want it to be perfect. There are so many twists and turns...major surprises to reveal. Make sure to read Firetrap and Firefight first. This is definitely not a standalone series. Each book builds on the previous. Fireworks will be the final installment.

Also, if you are enjoying the series, would you consider helping me spread the word? 

I would love to see what kind of book teaser you can come up with. In about a TEASER CONTEST. Create a Teaser for Firetrap, Firefight, or Firestorm or the series as a whole. We'll have folks vote for the WINNER. The winner will get a $20 Amazon Gift Card and a special edition paperback of the series (coming once series is complete). Fine Print: Will need at least 10 entries from 10 contributors to make this a contest, so let your friends know. Final date to enter is October 7, 2015. If you need some pictures or quotes, message me on Facebook . Feel free to grab what you might need in order to create your amazing artwork from my social media sites. 

Good Luck! Can't wait to see those mad design skills at work. REMEMBER; Facebook has nothing to do with this contest/giveaway, it is all on me, the author.

Saturday, September 5, 2015


The third book in the Scorched Souls Serial-Series, Firestorm, is coming soon. I need to prepare you...this installment is the darkest of the four books. 

I promise there will be Fireworks once the storm passes, but these characters will go through hell to reach their HEA. Be Warned. 

Friday, August 7, 2015

It's Here! Firefight is LIVE!

Are you ready to get your soul scorched a second time? I hope so! Firefight is now available for just $.99 or FREE for Kindle Unlimited. 

Contest winners were drawn for the PRE-ORDER GIVEAWAY and announced on Facebook. 

Purchase Links for Firefight are provided below the teaser. Happy Reading!

Purchase Links for Firefight

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Firefight is almost here!

Hey everyone, I have been so busy finalizing Firefight and starting on Firestorm. much to write! And so many fantastic books to read. Ahhhhhh...balancing time can be hard, especially since I still work a full time "day job." Hopefully someday my writing will become my full time job. 

Anyway, I want to share a contest that has only a few days remaining. Two people will win a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card and all my books on Kindle (that means books that are already published and books yet to be written and/or published). 

If you visit this amazing book blog, iScreamBooks you will find all the contest details and other cool stuff about my upcoming book. The contest link is near the bottom of the post. You can also find details on my Facebook Fan Page. 

And...check out three new teasers. 

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Amazing Fan-made Trailer for Firetrap!

Check out the new, amazing fan-made trailer for Firetrap. Is Angel talented or what? I hope everyone had a great Fourth of July weekend. You will be able to pre-order Firefight any day now. Can't wait to share book two with you. Until then...happy reading!

What do you think of the trailer? I was thrilled. 

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Update: Firetrap is LIVE

Book one in the Scorched Souls Serial-series released on May 28,2015. Book two, Firefight, will be released Mid-August 2015, possibly even sooner. 

We had an amazingly fun RELEASE PARTY, where I was joined by some awesome authors, who generously gave away a number of gifts and prizes. Even as the main "party girl" of the party, I won some books. YAAASSSS! Like everyone, I love to win. 

If you haven't had a chance to read Firetrap yet, now is a great time. At just $.99, it is easy on the budget, and the reviews have been excellent!

Bestselling author, Addison Jane, who just released Harmony, Book One in the Club Girl Diaries (which you need to read!) had the following to say about Firetrap:

What author, Addison Jane has to say about reading Firetrap!
I wanted to say thanks to CL Riley for allowing me to crash her party!
I read Firetrap and holy crap, there are a few things you might want to consider having with you while reading this book.
1. A man, shit gets sexy.
2. A lot of time so you don't have to put it down.
3. Water, shit gets hot. Very hot!

She was even kind enough to make the following amazing Teaser for my book!

Click here to get your copy of Firetrap

Here to get a copy of Harmony, by Addison Jane

Friday, May 22, 2015

Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie is getting great reviews!

 With the upcoming release of Firetrap, book one in the Scorched Souls Serial-Series, I haven't been as focused on my genie and jinn friends, but other people have! In fact, the book is garnering some fantastic reviews! Here's just a sampling from those reviews:

I hope these positive comments tempt you enough to spend $1.99 to let Genie and her friends (and enemies) out of the bottle! Book two is already in the works. 

Get your copy of Bottle Banished-Click Here! 

Book Two's amazing cover, created by Laura at The Book Cover Machine.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Pre-order Firetrap now!

Release Date for Firetrap is May 28, 2015, right in time for the Memorial Day weekend! Just $.99 on Kindle. In honor of it's release, Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie's price has been reduced to $1.99. 

Click here to get to Firetrap on Amazon

Click here for a copy of Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Sneak Peek! Firetrap is almost here!

Okay, we're taking a brief break from sexy jinns and genies to focus on sexy, brawny, bad-ass bikers!

The Scorched Souls serial-series is my latest project. Book one, Firetrap, releases in May. Pre-order and release date information coming soon. So in lieu of this latest endeavor, how about a tantalizing teaser to heat things up?

First, how many of you remember the movie, Overboard, starring Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell? 

Yes, it was a 1980's flick (1987 to be exact). I found it funny and endearing. The idea of a stereotypical rich bitch losing her memory and being tricked into "wife-hood" by a down-to-earth, rough-around-the-edges man and his boys, was an intriguing premise.  The dark humor and romance made it a hit.If you haven't watched it, you should. 

Now, imagine that movie, Overboard, meeting the scorching hot FX television series, Sons of Anarchy, and you have The Scorched Souls serial-series. In other words, the dark humor and romance is there, but there are dark themes, including BDSM elements, naughty language, and a ton of suspense and mystery too.

You can expect four books between 80 and 140 pages each in length. 

1. Firetrap
2. Fire Fight
3. Firestorm
4. Fireworks

They will release six to eight weeks apart, possibly faster. The price will NEVER go above $1.99. I've seen some serial series start out free or $.99 and end up at $2.99 or $3.99. Not happening here! The first book will release at $.99 with some great promos to come. 

So, now that the logistics are out of the way, here is a teaser from the main character, Olympia Olsen's Point of View:


I slipped into my teeniest bikini, eager to spend the day lounging by the pool in the sun. After last night, I’d decided the best place for me was far away from the supposed civilized biker my dad had hired. The men at Milton’s had been anything but civilized, especially the one who’d bent the bartender over in front of everyone.

Of course it would have to be him. He’d watched me the whole time he was plowing into her. I should have been appalled, but I’d been turned on.
When I’d peeled my panties off before bed, I’d been horrified to find them soaked. I’d never been that wet, not even during my heaviest make out sessions with Conner.  Ever since the day the biker had helped put out the fire, he’d occupied my thoughts and dominated my dreams. Conner, as attractive as he was, couldn’t keep my attention. He paled in comparison to the biker, who was steamy sex on a stick.
I glanced at my engagement ring. It would get better once we were actually married. It had to, right?
“Miss Olsen, your carpenter has arrived,” the new housekeeper called from outside my closed door, keeping me from answering the one question I was certain I wouldn’t like the answer to.
Regardless of my worries, I was going to marry Conner. I’d just caught a case of cold feet. I wasn’t the first bride to experience pre-wedding jitters, and I certainly wouldn’t be the last. At least my walk down the aisle was a good year away.
“Miss Olsen…” she started again.
“I heard you the first time. Tell him I’ll be ready in a minute. He’s early.” I was tempted to send him away.
My head hurt from all the free dinks I’d consumed during my girls night out, and sleep had been elusive. Images of one strong-as-steel biker had kept me up all night. He might have been physically fucking the skanky bartender, but mentally it was about me. A blind man could have seen that. And I wanted him to take me the way he had her, hard and fast. For a virgin, I had no problem in the fantasy department, and my toy collection had kept me busy exploring.
Pushing the away the filthy thoughts, I planned my day.
Once I explained my vision for the bathroom, I would escape to my poolside lounge chair. Maybe the sun’s warmth would lull me to sleep. Though with my luck, I’d dream about the infuriating man; my desires would find their way right into dreamland.
“James!” I yelled at my bodyguard slash butler. He waited just outside my bedroom door. “I need you.”
As always, he entered without delay. He knew better than to keep me waiting. “Yes, Miss Olsen? What can I do for you?”
“That carpenter…escort him up here, and then get my pool supplies ready. And call me, Olympia. I hate Miss. How many times do I need to remind you?"
He inclined his head and left to carry out my orders, wisely keeping his mouth shut.
My dad had hired him and my housekeeper to go with the new house. He’d managed to pick the perfect staff; loyal, dedicated, and willing to tolerate my treatment no matter how bitchy and bossy I was. I didn’t doubt he was paying them way more than what they would make elsewhere, which was a green light for me to do what I wanted. I would make sure they earned their salaries.
I hurried over to open the doors to my private balcony. Stepping outside, I gazed down at the pool, its water shimmering in the morning sunlight. My chase was waiting, towels, lotion, and a mini ice chest next to it. Apparently James had already anticipated my wishes.
He’d been hired a month before the house was complete and had already figured out how to foresee my needs, discovering the hard way what happened when he didn’t.
I smiled to myself. Another man under my thumb, just the way I liked it.
“Olympia, this is Mr. Richards,” James announced from behind.
Just great, I hadn’t put on my cover up; which meant, Mr. Richards, AKA biker carpenter, was getting a very intimate view of my ass.
My favorite bikini bottom, as Conner liked to point out, was just a thin strip of material that rested between my butt cheeks, not an actual swimsuit bottom. Though, despite his complaints, he loved to tease me and referred to me as Cheeky when I wore it. A teeny triangle made up the front, leaving little to the imagination.
Mr. Richards cleared his throat.
“My cover, James?”
He handed it over in a blink. I still couldn’t get over how fast he moved. Thankfully, I was now hidden beneath the silk. I cinched the belt and turned to face my newest worker, prepared to put him in his place.
When he met my gaze, a wicked grin spread across his handsome face. “Olympia Olsen,” he drawled. “Nice to see you again, so soon.”
I released a puff of air and sputtered, “You! You’re not doing my bathroom. No way. Send someone else.”
“Is there a problem, sugar?” My dad entered the bedroom, surprising me. “I just wanted to make sure…”
“Make sure what? That I could handle my own construction project.” I turned my shock and fury at seeing the man who’d kept me awake all night and was now standing in my bedroom with a tool belt slung from his hips onto my dumbstruck father.
Mr. Richards raised a brow, challenging me. If I complained about his behavior last night, my dad and fiancé would know where I’d been drinking. Something that wasn’t acceptable. Conner would lose it. Having me hanging out at some dive bar didn’t look good for his political aspirations. 
As for the burly biker who’d invaded my dreams, there was no way I was letting him intimidate me. This was a simple business transaction. No reason to get upset. I’d overreacted. James was by my side, hovering protectively. All I had to do was explain what I wanted and disappear poolside.
So what if he was wearing a black t-shirt that strained across his chest, clinging to his hard contours and defined abs. If I could just stop staring, I’d be fine. Besides, it didn’t matter what he looked like, he was wrong for me in every way.
Even so, I couldn’t help but admire the way his tattooed arms flexed when he crossed them. It was undeniably impressive.
 Not a problem. I’d just keep my eyes off his bulging biceps. I could do that.
With renewed resolve, I tore my gaze away from his body, only to be rewarded by his smug, knowing expression that had me questioning my sanity.
“Olympia,” my dad pressed, pulling me from my appraisal. “I never doubted your ability to explain your vision. I just wanted to make sure things were off to a good start. Remember, I hired Mr. Richards.”
“Indeed you did,” I muttered. “Daddy, go to work. James is here with me. I’ll be fine.”
He walked over and kissed the top of my head. “See you at dinner, sweetie. Mr. Richards, I trust you will exceed my daughter’s expectations. This project is very important to her.”
“Oh, I have no doubt I will exceed any and every expectation your daughter has.”
My dad nodded and left, missing, or choosing to ignore, the way the biker’s gaze devoured me. I shivered despite the sun’s warmth beating on my back through the open balcony doors.
This was going to be a long, long day. 

I hope you enjoyed this brief snapshot. Let me know what you think, and don't forget to pick up a copy of Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie. If you like bad boy bikers, you'll love the bad jinns in Bottle Banished.

Until next time, happy reading!

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Free! Free! Free!

It has been quite awhile since I've updated you. My mother passed away on March 22, and my world fell apart. She was my best friend. I have contests to honor, books to send out, reviews for other writers, and a ton of other important tasks to catch up on. I've been just barely holding it together for family and work, only now, getting back into the writing swing. To make matters even more challenging, I've been battling what my doctor calls "cluster headaches." They are a cluster F **k to say the least. Painful. Annoying. Nagging. I'm sure you get the idea!

For these reasons, I am working hard to climb out of the painful pit I've been drowning in and return to the land of the living. In celebration of that decision - I'm starting water aerobics, got a hair cut, returned to church, and am working to make several other positive life changes while still hoping to meet my deadline for book one in the Scorched Souls Series. I am expecting a release date in May 2015. That's just around the corner. 

In light of everything, I thought a FREEBIE on KINDLE for my book, Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie just might be in order. Between April 14 and April 17 you can pick up your Kindle copy for free! 

Reviews have been outstanding! 

Here are just a few from Amazon:

"Where to start? This book had a ton of action, suspense, mystery, magic, and hot sex. The men were dominant, aggressive, and sexy as hell. It was written in multiple viewpoints and the author pulled the pieces together nicely. I enjoyed the unveiling that took place as relationship connections were developed and revealed during the story's progression. I love genies, by the way!"

"This is a treasure find for those of us who enjoy adult paranormal. In place of "shape shifters" or "vampires" we enter the world of the Djinn and Genie. After a well defined introduction to this "world" we are lead through the journey of one "Genie" who is a little "out of time". I found this well written, well paced and left me intrigued as to where this series will go. For adults, check this out!"

"Loved this book. I truly got sucked into the story immediately, unable to put it down until I finished the whole book. The characters were so relatable. The steamy scenes were so steamy ! Since I was traveling during my readings of this book... It actually made me feel slightly uncomfortable yet naughty to be reading these passages with some stranger sitting next to me. C.L. Riley certainly has a talent of making this genre and making it seem so real and plausible. I will be looking around from now on wondering who those around me truly are!"

I hope you take advantage of this upcoming offer and please, please, if you would, leave a review. 

And get ready for...

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Addicted to Toxic Love, Romance and Relationships? Remember Reality!

Article by C.L. Riley

Like most authors of dark fantasy and paranormal romance, I like the idea of love and romance with a paranormal twist or two that spices things up for the couple. I’m also a fan of love that is intense, at times irrational, and even impulsive. It makes for great reading. However, because of the hot topics we write and/or read about, we might want to consider adding a warning label to our special brand of sexy, supernatural shenanigans.

Warning: Hot and Heavy Romance leading to heated hormones. Hellacious heartbreak may result from attempting to replicate the relationships in this book.

What I’m saying … we need to keep our feelings for steamy supernatural romances that have the potential to shred our hearts and maybe even our hope in check.

So, let me ask you, have your friends ever pointed out your relationship failures? Ever heard the word co-dependent and cringed? Do you excuse and tolerate behaviors that are unacceptable and hurtful in your mate, lover, or even a friend? For example: He makes me bleed because he can’t help himself. He is, after all, a vampire. Or … he only puts me down and bosses me around when the moon is full; remember he’s a werewolf.

If you can relate to questions like those, and you make excuses for someone's "bad" behavior, you just might be in an unhealthy relationship and possibly addicted to love, romance, or the idea of participating in a relationship despite the painful consequences and high emotional price tag.

I know the scenario all too well. It’s easy to fall for those alpha males we inhale like a breath of fresh air while devouring our favorite romances, paranormal or otherwise. The stories make dysfunctional, and dare I say, at times, abusive men appear so tantalizing. They also tempt us with the notion that we can’t live without a specific relationship/person … think Bella sitting in that darn chair following Edward’s departure in the Breaking Dawn, The Movie.

Why am I bringing up this depressing topic?
Because it’s important to remember the books we read, featuring men who ultimately bring danger and even disaster to our lives aren’t good for us in the real world. We don’t have super powers, (unless you’re hiding something super secret!) to combat the villains and vicious characters that seem to cling to these men like a pair of poured on leather pants. Nor are we equipped to handle all the chaos that accompanies them roaring down the main highway of our hearts.

But the main reason, friends, is because I care. I know what it’s like to search for love in the darkness while hoping it would light up my life. 

Unfortunately, I ended up with a blood thirsty vampire latched onto my neck unwilling to release his relentless and painful hold. What seemed so enticing and intoxicating in the beginning, became poison to my heart, soul, and life. When a vampire is attached to your throat, it’s hard to embrace life fully, let alone experience real, authentic love.

This special post is just a reminder for us to enjoy the lethal love in the books we read without allowing our desire for love and romance to overpower our commonsense.

Remember: Beware of TOXIC LOVE and RELATIONSHIPS.

Monday, March 2, 2015

The Clock is Ticking

Hey Everyone! I hope you're finding your own share of magic and mystery in your life. There is so much going on in mine, along with a bit of madness, making the above promo all the more pertinent. A couple of things to remember:

1. The Read to Review "contest" is happening. I can accept about seven more reviewers. Anyone who reads and reviews Bottle Banished and posts their review on Goodreads and Amazon by March 20, 2015 will be entered in "the hat" for an opportunity to WIN A $50.00 AMAZON GIFT CARD. ***The Drawing is Random. Not based on a positive review.*** This is just for fun to bless readers and bring attention to my new book. 

2. There is still another contest in play. No one has won the $5.00 GIFT CARD for AMAZON and a future copy of my book Firetrap. All you have to do is be the FIRST person to contact me with the answer to the following question:

What TV show is Agent, Brad Sanchez, obsessed with? Even to the point of committing murder? 

3. You have until March 11, 2015 to enter the Goodreads Giveaway. 

Click Here to enter the Goodreads contest OR Scroll to the bottom of this page. 

As you can see, there are plenty of chances to WIN! 

Now to amp up your interest in Genie and her supernatural shenanigans, here is another excerpt. Enjoy!

Genie's POV

The men sitting in the gray Suburban weren’t trying very hard to avoid detection. One was drinking a beer and the other was munching on a bag of Funyons, his fingers tapping out the beat to a familiar rock anthem on the steering wheel along with the radio.

Genie paused outside the driver’s window, considering her next move.

She’d bolted from Reid’s loft the minute everyone left, eager to secure the building’s perimeter. Had he known her intention, he would have convinced her to stay inside.

She needed to do this, to contribute.

After learning the rules were simply guidelines, better broken at times, she’d hopped into Reid’s head and discovered his concern about his father sending “his goons” to spy. Refusing to dig any deeper, she’d decided she would find a way to ensure their privacy and safety. It was the least she could do.

Being the always obedient genie, she had never once manipulated minds, but she intended to give it her best shot tonight.

Envisioning herself as a quarter inch version of herself, she dove into the driver’s left ear. He shook his head, attempting to dislodge what he thought was a gnat.

So how do I do this? I’m sure climbing into their actual heads isn’t necessary.
Realizing the idiocy of her attempt, she exited out his nose.

He swiped frantically, spilling his chips. “I think I bug flew in my ear and out my nose.”

His partnered scoffed. “Are you stoned again? I told you to stop that shit. You get paranoid.”

“No! I’m not stoned.”

“Stop arguing! Both of you!” Genie projected her voice through the car’s speaker system.

“Who is that?” Beer drinker asked, sounding panicked.

The driver dropped his Funyon bag on the seat between them, fiddling with the radio’s controls.

“I have a message,” she proclaimed, making her voice boom through the vehicle. “Reid no longer lives here. He moved to India. Spread the word.”

Releasing a brain altering wave into their minds, she backed up her command with the magical equivalent of an insurance policy. If the first fix broke, she’d ensured the mental message would repeat until it stayed permanent. “Inform his father.”

They remained frozen for what had to be a minute or longer. The beer-drinking passenger responded first. “There’s no reason for us to be here. The kid moved. I think to India. We need to spread the word.”

Genie giggled. This was more fun than she’d expected.

The driver turned the key, starting the big SUV. “You’re right. What a waste of time.”

“Bye-e-e!” She waved as they pulled out and headed toward the city lights.


She spun, finding herself face-to-face with yet another unfamiliar jinn.

He extended his hand. “I need you to come with me.”

In the past she would have submitted. But now—fuck the rules. “I don’t think so.” She backed away.

Unexpected power hummed, starting at her toes and winding up her legs. By the time it reached her finger tips, blue sparks sizzled from her hands. Raising her palms, she zapped the newcomer, something she’d never done or witnessed before.

“I’m a priestess’ daughter,” she announced, pleased to see the jinn’s shocked expression as he somersaulted backwards and was swallowed by a spinning vortex that opened like a gaping maw in the atmosphere. The air wavered and then stilled. What sounded like a loud belch followed.

Scanning the area, she determined she was safe, for now, anyway.

She raised her hands, flipping them back and forth. The personal firework display was over. She’d almost expected to find her palms singed or a finger or two missing. Nothing was amiss, other than fact she’d just displayed abilities far beyond her power level.

Eager to tell Reid, she flashed to the penthouse. She found him pacing in front of the living room window.

“Fuck!” He took two extended strides and dragged her into his arms. “You need to stop doing that! You don’t understand…”

“Shsssh.” She pressed her mouth against his. “I’m sorry. I was only trying to help.”

He grasped her face between his hands, his gaze wild with worry and what she’d already come to recognize as lust. “I know you want to help. But, please. I just got you back. The thought of losing you all over again is more than I can deal with.”

His words set up home in her heart, wiping away any lingering doubt she had about his sincerity. “I’m sorry. I thought you’d stop me.”

He raised a brow. “Do I even want to know?”

She poured out the story. He listened with interest, waiting until she’d finished before asking a question.

“Why do you think it happened? The power surge?”

She sighed. “I don’t have a clue. My guess is it might have something to do with my mom’s priestess position. Since I’m her daughter, I may have inherited new abilities from her. I’m not sure how that would work, though.”

He brushed her cheek with his knuckles. “I appreciate you wanting to protect us, but next time, let me know before you blink into oblivion.”

“I will. I promise.” He had a right to know. They were together in all this now. Not as master and genie but as a couple. She shivered at the thought.

“Are you cold, baby?”

She shook her head. “Are we a couple?” She wanted to hear him say the words. More like needed to hear how he viewed their relationship.

He grinned. “Baby, we better be a fucking couple after all we’ve been through. Remember when I said I’d make you mine?”

She nodded, her womb clenching and her nipples hardening. When he talked about ‘making her his’ her body responded on some primal level, desperate for physical connection.

His nostrils flared. “Genie, are you turned on?”

“Uh…well…” Was it that obvious?

“You just released the most amazing scent. Vanilla, cinnamon, and something totally exotic that I don’t recognize. Spicy and sweet at the same time.”

Another genie or jinn could smell magical markers, pheromones, even strong emotions, but for a human, it should have been impossible. “That’s new, too,” she gulped. “I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”

“Good thing I love surprises. How would you like me to surprise you? I think we’ve talked enough, unless, of course, you have more you’d like to share.” He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, goosebumps trailing where his hands brushed.

“Do you remember your safety words?” he said softly, his voice smooth.

She nodded, excitement bursting through her like the pyrotechnics that had flared from her hands. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.

“Come on, baby.” He lifted her, cradling her close.

She flung her arms around his neck, nuzzling his ear. She wondered if this was how it felt to be carried across the honeymoon-threshold.

The door to his bedroom was cracked. He kicked it open the rest of the way, and strode to the bed, where he tossed her on the soft mattress.

“Close your eyes, Genie,” he commanded, an edge to his voice. “Keep them closed and lay back.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

He made a noise that sounded like a playful snarl. “You will do what I tell you to?”

“I will, Master,” she agreed, her anticipation increasing as he shuffled something under the bed.

Fighting the urge to peek, she kept her eyes squeezed shut.

After what felt like twenty minutes, but had been maybe two, he lifted her head and secured a thick scarf or sash over her eyes.

“Open your eyes. Tell me what you see.”

“What am I supposed to see?” She couldn’t see a thing.

Reid chuckled. “Oh, Genie.” He kissed her nose. “You’re not supposed to see beyond the blindfold.”

“I can’t. Everything is dark.”

“Exactly. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, Master.” She knew how much he liked her submission in the bedroom. She intended to let him have it, but she had a few ideas, too. Her new found power had provided the sexual confidence she’d always lacked.

When the time was right, she’d pounce. 

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Genie: Belly Dancing Star

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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Heating Things Up!

Steamy Scene with Jinn Kûru (who goes by Seth with humans) and Cassie (the master hunter who has imprisoned him)
The Real Question is: Who is really hunting who?

The night crawled on at a snail’s pace. Kûru patrolled the circle’s outer edges, testing its strength and looking for any potential openings. He’d been thrown on his ass too many times to count. The erected energy field knocking him back, keeping him trapped.

Cassie’s skills were no joke. She’d created an impenetrable barrier, something only the most efficient and experienced hunters could manage. Her ingenuity continued to impress him.

His tiger.

She’d stalked him from the first night, well aware of what he was. He’d rolled out the welcome mat, inviting her into his life, blinded by his attraction to her natural beauty and her ability to resist his advances. He should have been more wary, but it was too late now to berate his negligence.

Single women hunters were a rarity, most worked in teams. Not his girl. As a master hunter, she controlled up to ten, likely more, jinns; no genies from what he’d observed. That wasn’t surprising with their decreasing numbers. More genies had been bottle banished over the years and were considered easier prey.

There was no way she’d banish him. Not a chance. He expected her to return before sunrise for more sex. Like the maid back at the hotel, she wouldn’t be able to stay away.

Bored, he stretched out on his back, thrilled to discover she’d created the enclosure big enough for him to lie down. Entwining his fingers, he rested his head on his palms and stared into the blackness. Without his superior senses, it had taken awhile for his vision to adjust enough that he could see the sigils across the walls and ceiling, pulsating with magic, they glowed. He’d always wondered where the hunters had originated from and how they’d learned their trade. He’d heard the stories, of course, but no one seemed to know for certain.

With nothing better to do, he let his mind travel back to a time and place far removed from the hard ground he rested on.

“Father,” he prodded. “I don’t understand. Why do they hunt us?”

His father, never one to elaborate, kept this answer simple. “Because they hate us.”

“But why? I’ve never harmed a human. Their girls sure are sure pretty,’ he added as an afterthought.” He had his eyes on a certain girl at the market.

His dad roared, his laughter contagious, drawing glances and a few chuckles. “Indeed they are. When you start your own harem, you will have human females that tend to your needs. You have to be careful, though, son. They are not strong like genies and break easily. They will want your undivided attention, something you cannot give.”

“Where do you think the hunters come from, father?” He needed to know, more like he was desperate to understand. Talking about harems and being ‘tended to’ gave him a funny feeling.

His dad sighed and gazed skyward. “We have many stories and myths. No one knows for certain when mankind and our kind crossed paths. We are stronger and have magic they don’t, but they have found ways to control us. Human masters make wishes we have to obey, and sometimes those wishes hurt others.”

Kûru nodded. “And that one clan, the one we destroyed, they hurt humans on purpose, pretending to be evil gods.”

“They did. The humans are only doing what we do, protecting themselves from a perceived threat. Sometimes real, other times not.”

He heard Cassie’s footsteps before the loud clunk that preceded her entrance. His memory faded, and he closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. He was curious how she would react.

“I should have made the circle smaller,” she said to herself. “He looks too damn comfortable.” She prowled around her handiwork, her steps light. “Seth, wake up. I need to speak with you.”

Keeping his breathing slow and steady, he waited for her next move.

He didn’t have to wait long.

She stepped across the border, planting a foot on either side of his hips. He could feel her gaze on him. “Seth…” she let out a frustrated sigh.

He knew then he had her where he wanted. She was contemplating their earlier encounter. He could tell by the way her breath hitched and she shifted uneasily.

Lifting her foot, she started to leave.

Like a coiled snake, he struck, gripping her narrow ankle in his much larger hand. “Going somewhere, Tiger?”

She sputtered and lost her balance, swaying above him a second before she toppled over. He stopped her fall and pulled her on top of him. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?” He licked her earlobe.

“Don’t make me…”

“Make you what?” He rotated his hips, pressing his erection against her pelvis. “I was having such sweet dreams, before you interrupted. Now that you’re actually here, I intend to keep you.” This time he ran his teeth down her ear, drawing a gasp.

His tiger liked it rough.

Her verbal claws came out right on cue. “You are such an ass.”

“You already established that.” Palming her rounded rump with both hands, he squeezed and kneaded, thrusting his hips up, unable to stop his own shuddering growl. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and put that p_ _ _ _ over my face.” He hadn’t tasted his tigress yet and was hungry for her sweet juices.

“You’re my prisoner,” she said, sounding unsure. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Baby, I’m not asking you to let me go. I want to stick my tongue in your hot c _ _ _ till you scream my name. That’s all.”

“Oh,” she whimpered, her mouth now against his.

He took full advantage and plunged his tongue between her lips the way he intended to pierce her p _ _ _. She moaned and devoured his mouth with more fervor than he’d expected. 

“What have you done to me?” she hissed before nibbling his throat. “I should be immune.”

“Less talk, more tongue,” he bit her bottom lip.

Heeding his no-talk suggestion, she stood and slipped her jeans to her ankles, stepping gingerly out and using her foot to push them aside. Reaching up, he grabbed her thighs, guiding her down over his face. “Stop,” he ordered when she was less than an inch above him. Grasping her hips, he held her firm. His tongue darted out, finding her swollen nub.

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