Welcome to the Troll-y Yours Halloween Speed Date! I hope everyone enjoys meeting our parade of sexy paranormal men.
My name is Ella and I’ll be your hostess. Yes, I’m a Boronda Forest Troll – hope you won’t hold that against me. Some of you might recognize me from the book Troll-y Yours. I started the very first mythological speed dating business in the world!
I’m excited to get this party rocking—how about you?
Before we begin, does anyone have any questions?
Let me introduce you to a handsome Centaur male straight out of the pages from Troll-y Yours, the modern mythic romance written by Sheri Fredricks.
Everyone say hello to Kempor Aleksander. This military man prefers swords and crossbows to modern weaponry, and was named Most Eligible Bachelor by Mythic Magazine five years in a row!
Does anyone have a question for Big Al? How about some more details? He is absolutely yummy!! Just take a look:
AGE:225 years old
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6’5” and 255 pounds as a human, 18 hands as a Centaur.
EYE/HAIR COLOR: Dark brown eyes, muscular and lean. He has a gorgeous olive-toned skin which is always tanned from performing outdoor patrols. In his Centaur form, his coat is a deep sable bay with a long silky black tail.
THE SEXY LOWDOWN: The first thing everyone notices about Aleksander is how extremely handsome he is. How he’s quick to flash his perfect dimpled smile, and the endearing way he’ll stroke his goatee that give unprepared females an orgasm on the spot.
The redeeming quality about Aleksander is: he’s as dangerous as he is gorgeous. Expertly trained, he survived the 200 year Wood Nymph/Centaur war. His personal drive and commitment to help better the Centaur people elevated him to the top of Centaur military, second only to Queen Savella.
Part of the drive that created his success also pushes his sexuality. Voted Most Eligible Bachelor for 15 years in a row by Mythic Magazine, the babes have been known to throw themselves at him. Since the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, that is the last type of female he’s looking for—not that he’s looking at all. There’s no room in his life for a family, not as a military man. The last thing he’d want to do is leave behind a wife and foals.
Kempor Aleksander, Head Centaur Guard, likes eating good grub at Neigh Café and tossing down brewskis at The Three Legged Mare.
SHE TAKES A CHANCE.
Determined to forge a better life, Ella launches her new business with high hopes—until a sexy Centaur bumps into her and throws her life off course. Voted “Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda”, Aleksander shakes up her world and tilts her in more ways than one.
HE’S IN DANGEROUS TERRITORY.
Years of warfare and countless bedroom encounters have stolen Kempor Aleksander’s luster for life. He never expects to rediscover his zeal in the small, redheaded form of Ella the Troll, who fires his blood hotter than the deepest caverns in the forest.
A PASSION SO HOT.
But as trouble lingers in their midst—and edges ever closer—Alek and Ella spiral into troubled terrain. Turning to each other, the pair face down dangers that run impenetrably deep in their mythological world. But will the two lovers discover a passion that runs even deeper?
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The time for talk was over.
A sigh of pleasure escaped her parted lips. He drove his tongue into her warm wet mouth again and again.
Bloody toes of Bacchus!
Ella tasted sweeter than dandelion wine, spiced with hints of untold delight. His yearning lodged between his hind legs where it threatened to swell. The pulse grew until spiraling sensations overtook. Feelings he had no business experiencing, given his current physical state.
Just a little taste… a little touch. What could it hurt?
Trained to keep his opponents off balance, Aleksander employed military strategy in overcoming Ella’s resistance to his charms. While his tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, his fingers played with the points of her nipple...and his other hand stole south to dip into the hot wetness he found.
Ella gasped at the invasion of his hand. He quickly caught the sound in his mouth. Her hips bucked outward, but he snaked his arm around her waist, holding her in place.
Prized warm wetness coated his fingers and she whimpered, her shapely hips undulated against his hand. He matched the rhythm to his thrusting tongue.
“It’s too much,” she said.
“I’ve got you.”
“And it’s not enough.” Her eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth slack with lust.
Holy horns of Pan. The little Troll was one hot number.
Trick or Treat bag prize info: Two ebook copies each of Remedy Maker, Troll-y Yours, and Portals of Oz.
GRANDPRIZE: Sheri and I will be giving away 2 bags: Bag of Treats and Bag of Tricks!! The more you comment, the more chances you have to win!! So make sure you comment on EVERY Post for 24 enteries!!!