Friday, July 26, 2013

Echo by Tasha Blackstone

Thank you Nikki for having me today! The release of Echo in the Night has been so awesome and I am so grateful for all of the support. 

When Echo’s story first popped into mind, I have to admit, I was a little reluctant. I’ve read books on witches, vampires, most things paranormal and fantasy, but have never read a cross-over. Maybe it’s because witches and vampires have their own separate worlds that are already big and powerful enough without having both elements, but in reality it seems only natural that at some point in time, they would cross paths. I know now, after doing some research, that there are numerous authors who have joined the two supernatural worlds together and I am excited to be part of it. The intensity that comes from these two larger than life beings and the static brought on by their gifts can be overwhelming. I find that though Witches (*disclaimer – I know it’s sketchy to clump any group together as a whole and make a statement, however, this is just my general opinion based on different research that I have conducted) are passionate, the passion lies with their craft. They are dedicated and self-sacrificing, willing to commit their whole being to helping others and doing what is right for the world. Vampires (enter similar disclaimer here lol) tend to have passion of a more sexual kind. Lust, desire and unquenchable thirst is often a shared theme and I found that the passion each being has is complemented by the other, even if the opposite being lives a generally darker or lighter path than the other. They are the ultimate Yin & Yang of passion and bringing the two together has been a great experience. 

In Echo in the Night, not only is Echo a Witch coming into her powers, but she is also born from a long line of Vampire Hunters. Enter Henry, who of course is her natural born enemy and there is certain to be intense passion and desire, coupled with a major conflict of interest. I love these characters so much that I designed the story to be a trilogy and although Echo in the Night is the introductory phase, as the stories progress you will see these two characters struggle with elements of their past, fears of their future together, and the overwhelming emotions that they feel for each other. 

Can a Witch who was born to be a Vampire Hunter find true love with her mortal enemy?
It’s easy to live life on auto pilot and that’s just what Echo Abbott is doing. That is until everything shifts. As her house of cards begins to crumble, she meets Henry Knight. Obnoxious and gorgeous she can’t stop thinking about him and against her better judgment she wonders if he is the key to healing her broken heart. 
In this dark, seductive tale set in the heart of Oregon, Echo is a Witch with remarkable powers whose gift is sought after by a power hungry Vampire, Corrine. Corrine’s brother, Henry, is a willing pawn in her fight for the ultimate power and has been tracking Echo for years. Seeking out Echo’s weakness he soon finds his desire for her is more than he can control. He wants Echo all to himself, but can he convince her that he isn’t the enemy before it’s too late or will her stubborn nature be her downfall?  

“Head down, love, and spread your legs for me—I want to see how wet you are.”

She obliged, pressing her head deep in the overstuffed comforter and spreading her legs wide. She could feel Henry hovering over her pussy as he took a deep breath and inhaled her arousal before she felt his tongue trail along the length of her pussy lips. She moaned into the bed and wiggled her ass at him, eager for him to take her fully into his mouth. His hands spread her cheeks apart and his tongue teasingly trailed along her slit again. 

“Tell me what you want, love.”

“I want you,” she moaned. 

He gripped her cheeks tighter and she heard an animallike growl rumble from his gut.

“I want you, Henry! I want you to devour my pussy and make me come!”

“Good girl.” His mouth was suddenly pressed firmly to her, caressing his lips around her pussy lips, tongue pushing deep into her body.

She cried out into the blanket and bucked her hips, pushing against him, eager to feel him as deep as he could be. His tongue wiggled around, licking around in circles, flicking in and out. He dragged it up her slick fold, lapping at her leaking juices as he pushed her hips forward revealing her hidden clit. Her nub pulsed and tingled in wait, and when his tongue teased the tip, she cried out louder, her need controlling her vocals. He continued to flick across her clit, building up her orgasm to the point that she could barely control it. When he sucked the sensitive nub in between his lips, she was done. Her hips seized as the walls of her pussy clenched in response to the ache and pleasure that now flooded her body. As he sucked hard on her clit, draining her of every electrifying surge, her juices flowed down her slit, drenching her. Her body relaxed and Henry continued to dine on her, lapping at her nectar, licking and sucking at her lips, drinking in every last drop that her body released. When her pussy was spent, he flipped her onto her back. His lips glistened with her juices and he dragged his tongue, cleaning up the last bit that had been smeared over his mouth, as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, revealing his dick pushing hard against the fabric of his boxer briefs. 

Nervous excitement filled her as her eyes fell to his cock. Even hidden he was huge. 
His fingers slid between the band and his waist and he slid the boxer briefs down over his hips, his dick springing to life, pre-cum glistening at the slit. 
“Oh my gawd,” she whispered. 

He looked to be a generous eight or nine inches with impressive girth, veins etched along the shaft, skin pulled tight like satin over steel, his mushroomed head purple with need. 
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

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