Thanks for stopping by. Today I'm really excited to welcome really talented author Suzy Shearer to my blog with yet another release. This is book 3 in her 'The Hunters' series, and there is a chance to win one of her books, too. First, though, let's find out a little more about her...
Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney,
Australia. She is an author, an artist,
a computer nerd and a voracious reader. She has a penchant for crazy coloured
hair - pinks, purples even rainbowed .... it changes every month - oh
yes, and for tattoos!
Her heroines are always rubinesque women who are proud of their
curves and the books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid
40s to 60s.
"Just because we are
older doesn't mean we aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment."
Suzy wants her readers to understand that sexy isn't just for the under
30s ... lol
When not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist. Her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.
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A HUNTER’S CHALLENGE
By Suzy Shearer
Book
three of The Hunters
BLURB
[Siren Allure:
Erotic Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, vampires, HEA]
Anthanasius
(Anthan) Vaduva has been alive too long. After more than four and half
millennia, he had given up any hope of meeting his One and is tempted to walk
into the sun.
Reluctantly
agreeing to partner with Martin, another hunter, Anthan comes face to face with
his pain and envy when Martin meets his One.
After helping
Martin recover his One’s sister who has been taken by a strigoi, Anthan decides
he’d had enough.
Will he finally
end it all or will he wait and hope to finally meet the One destined for him
all those thousands of years ago?
STORY EXCERPT
For 4,482 years he has hunted, he has
slept—that’s it. His first hunt was when he was eleven years old. Now he is
4,493.
Too old.
Too long.
Too lonely.
That has been his life.
Early on, he used to dream, he used to hope but
that hope has long gone. The temptation to walk into the sun is with him
constantly.
Do you
know? He reveals, I stay out longer and longer each day. The
pain from the sun on my body is all that reminds me that I am still alive. Each
time I rise I wonder if it will be the day I finally take one risk too many.
So he fights against those risks.
To stay that extra minute too long in the sun.
To drop his guard intentionally when he fights
the strigoi.
At the moment he still constantly wages war with
the strigoi but at the same time he
also constantly wages it within himself. No one should have to live this long
alone. He is afraid that if he were ever
to meet his One, he could never return the love given. All his emotions are
lost so deeply within that he doubt they even exist anymore. In fact, he has
reach a point where he doesn’t think it would be fair to her or him—to love
someone who could not love in return.
So now he thinks maybe it’s better to end it all
now.
What chance does he have?
None.
Yet once again he rises.
Once again he hunts.
Once again he battles within his heart and soul.
Each day passes, each one the same—as the millennia flow past him.
And each time he wakes he wonders who will win
this day, this month, this year, this century?
He confesses to himself, How much longer can I do this?
* * * *
Martin walked in and kissed Avril’s cheeks.
“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Avril.”
“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Martin.”
“Come sit. It’s good to see you.”
“You look even more beautiful Avril, a Hunter’s life suits you.”
“Thank you. It’s good to see you again, Martin.”
She led him to a comfortable chair on the balcony overlooking the
distant mountains. She and Viorel were living in their house in Piteşti,
Romania. Viorel walked in, Martin stood and greeted him.
“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Viorel.”
“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Martin.”
Martin sat back down on the chair. Viorel sat nearby, pulling a smiling
Avril onto his lap and kissing her cheek.
“How were your parents?”
“They’re both good.” Martin shook his head wryly. “My mother is talking
about having another child and my Dad thinks she is crazy but in the end she’ll
win.”
“Knowing your mother I’d have to agree. Did you visit your relations as
well?”
“Yeah I spent a week with my great uncle, at least that’s what I call
him.”
Martin grinned to himself when he thought about the old man. He was a
descendant of Martin’s father’s brother. He was in his late eighties and
complained he was getting older. He would call Martin by his true name, Omasekew, which
meant “a fighter” in Cree. The old man would make Martin do things for him,
telling the others that Martin had young feet while his were so ancient. Martin
loved it.
The old man knew the truth and the pair laughed together when they were
alone. To Martin “Uncle” was a baby. Only a few members of the tribe knew what
Martin really was. Many thought he was a piyêsiw, a “thunderbird,” sent to watch over
them. It made sense as he would often arrive as a bird and had destroyed a strigoi that
had been preying on the people using a lightning bolt. They believed his father
had married a piyêsiw-iskwêw “thunderbird woman” and that was
how Martin came to be.
“The old man looks so frail. The tribe look up to him, I know it will be
hard for them when he leaves. It will be hard for me and Dad.”
It saddened him to leave knowing the old one would not live for many
more years.
“That’s the worst part of being a Hunter, losing so many friends and
relations over the eons,” Viorel said sadly. “And it just doesn’t get any
easier with the passing years either.”
The two men sat thoughtfully, both lost in thoughts of family and
friends long gone. Avril wondered how she would cope when her mother passed.
She didn’t have any other family alive and her mother meant the world to her.
They were all silent for a while, relaxing in the early evening
twilight. The sun had set over the distant Ciucaş Mountains. Viorel broke their
reverie.
“That strigoi in Smokey Hills was rather active wasn’t
it?”
ADULT EXCERPT
She
opened her eyes and looked into his. Nervously she stretched her hands behind
her back and unclasped her brassiere. She pushed the straps off her shoulders
and it fell forward. Her magnificent breasts fell free.
Anthan
stared.
They
were amazing, full and plump and ripe. He reached out to run his hand across
them. The nipples pebbled even harder. He marvelled. Her breasts were so soft
but the nipples so hard. He wanted to taste them. He sat up and leant forward
to breathe in her fragrance. He ran a line of kisses down her throat until he
reached the swell.
Carefully
he took on pebbled point into his mouth. He rolled it around his tongue then he
sucked it. He was rewarded by Erica’s moan. With his hand, he began to massage
the other breast, playing with its peak. Erica’s hand moved to his head and
held him tightly against her breasts. He continued to lave the nipple in his
mouth with his tongue. All the while his cock felt harder and harder, till it
hurt.
Erica
dropped her hand from his head and Anthan stopped sucking. He sat back a little
and looked at her. Her face was flushed and she was panting slightly.
“Anthan.”
Breathlessly she spoke, her face blushed. “I… um…I’ve never been with anyone.
I’m not sure...” she stammered nervously.
Anthan
couldn’t stop the silly grin on his face. She looked worried. He leant forward
and kissed her then took a breath.
“Neither
have I.”
Her
eyes widened as she took in what he said.
“Oh.”
“We
can learn together.”
Erica
threw herself into his arms. Then pulled back and jumped off the bed. She
quickly stripped off blushing even more then grabbing the blankets slid
underneath into his arms. He removed his clothes quickly, in the way of all
Hunters.
He
kissed her again and again. His heart was singing. He could feel his love for
her growing with every passing second and that wasn’t the only thing growing.
His
cock was so hard, he was worried. Was this normal?
Erica
turned slightly in his arms and her leg brushed against it. He couldn’t stop
his groan. She grinned wickedly and he almost jumped when he felt her hand wrap
around it.
“Oh
my god, Anthan!”
She
lifted the covers and peered down.
“How
on earth will that fit?”
He
laughed.
“I
have no idea.”
He
latched onto the nipple that was closest to his mouth, delighting when it
pebbled even more. He squeezed her breast, she moaned so he sucked a little
harder.
“Oh
more yes.”
He
bit it gently and was surprised when she screamed softly. He stopped, sure he’d
hurt her.
“No.”
She panted. “Want more, harder.”
He
obliged. Rolling the nipple between his teeth and using his tongue, he teased
at it then bit down. The hand on his cock tightened. He wanted more so he drop
his hand down to nestle between her legs. She moved them apart slightly. He
tangled his fingers in the hair. All the while, he kept sucking and biting.
She
was so wet. He rubbed his fingers up and down, then found a hard pebble. He
concentrated his efforts on it and Erica screamed in pleasure. He dropped the
nipple from his mouth. Anthan wanted to see more. He pushed her onto her back
and wriggled down the bed, throwing the covers aside.
He
spread her legs wider and settled between them. Using one hand he pulled aside
the reddened lips and marvelled at how wet she was. The aroma of her arousal
was driving him a little crazy. He looked at the hardened nub and bent forward
to lick then suck it.
Erica
whispered, “Ah. Oh yes.” She shouted, “Fuck yes!”
He
kept sucking at it then used his fingers to rub up and down before pushing them
between the lips and into her hot channel. He felt Erica clamp down on his
fingers and then she seemed to hold herself tight. She screamed a drawn out
shout of his name.
“Anthan!”
He
felt her muscles spasming on his fingers and knew she had come. It wasn’t
enough, he wanted more. He wanted to be inside her. Pushing his fingers against
her clit, she was still moaning so he knelt between her legs.
Holding
his cock against the entrance to her, he began to rub it up and down. Then he
pushed it gently against the barrier. He didn’t want to hurt Erica, so he kept
his fingers caressing her clit. He leant his head down to take one nipple in
his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it as he pushed his cock inside her.
She
gave a gasp of pain. He stopped.
She
pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
He
was unsure but he felt Erica lift her buttocks slightly, opening her legs
wider, so he pushed a little more. He felt the barrier tear as her breath was
coming in little gasps.
She
cried in pain then shouted as he got his cock deeper and deeper into her.
“Oh
god yes Anthan!”
Anthan
thrust slowly in. He felt her sheath widen as he entered, slowly he moved
forward until his cock was seated deep within her. He began to thrust in and
out. Her nails were in his back. He wanted to come but he wanted her to as
well.
He
pulled out a little way then push slowly back in. She pleaded with him.
“Harder,
please harder. Oh.”
E-BOOKS The
Club: Bound The
Club 2: Uncollared
OUT NOW The
Club 3: Waxed The
Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit The Club 6: Unmasked
Daemons Are Forever Build a Love
A
Hunter's Heart - Book 1 The Hunters
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2 The
Hunters
Whipped
Delights - Book 1 Dark Desires Craving
Her Master - Book 2 Dark Desires
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3 The Hunters
PRINT RELEASE
OUT NOW
Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)
Daemons
Are Forever
A
Hunter’s Heart
A
Hunter’s Choice
PRINT Vol
2 - The Club (Waxed and Displayed) (due Mar/Apr 2015)
RELEASES Vol
3 - The Club (Submit and Unmasked) (due Jun/Jul 2015)
DUE DATES Build
a Love (due June/July 2015)
Whipped
Delights (due Sept/Oct 2015)
Craving
Her Master (due Dec 2015)
A Hunter’s Challenge (due Dec/Jan)
LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:
LINKS WHERE TO BUY: most online bookstores including:
Angus
& Robertson (Aust): http://ow.ly/CxcGa
Thank you so much for joining me today, Suzy - it's certainly a steamy series! I look forward to having you over again soon. Thanks to you, too, reader for stopping by today, it's great to have your company! :)
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