February 15, 2015
Guest Author: Trinity Blacio
Hello and I hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day filled with chocolate, coffee and love.What a combination.
My name is Trinity Blacio. I’d like to thank Mary for having me as part of her special Valentine’s Day Blog.
Did you ever wonder how this holiday started? I did so I went digging. Saint Valentine’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Feast of Saint Valentine are all the same holiday. Another fact, Saint Valentine of Rome was imprisoned for performing weddings for soldiers. Before his execution, yes he was killed, he wrote a letter and signed it “Your Valentine.” Talk about a sad account to a holiday where love is supposed to fill the air.
So to lighten the mood I have two contests I’m offering.
First contest, tell me how many books do I have on my author page on amazon? Post your answer below in the comments section. Your choice of any of those books in PDF will be your prize.
Second contest is for a ten dollar gift card to amazon and this necklace! Question what is a Voyflen? This answer can be found in my new release The Star’s For Valentine’s Day.
Winners will be announced on this blog February 17th. 🙂
For more fun, contests, and glimpses of what I’m working on don’t forget you can join my street team.
Trinity Blacio has been writing now professionally for ten years. Currently, she has available titles from Freya’s Bower, Ravenous Romance, Riverdale Avenue Books, Ellora’s Cave and she has several self-pub books also. She is always excited to be writing, hearing from readers, and helping fellow authors.
She lives in Elyria, Ohio and shares with her two children, Cheyenne and Rudy, two cats Smokey and Missy. When Trinity has time you can find her reading all sorts of romance novels. But as you have figured out her favorite are Dark Fantasy, Erotic, Ménage, Erotic Horror.
The stars, a hot cyborg, cat man that purrs, and a vampire with gills was what Shantel Brooks got for Valentine’s Day.
Would they help her forget about the stinky, gross, alien who wanted to eat her? Or the vine that was alive as its tiny fibers dug into her skin, eating as it went.
“Me, beautiful?” Shantel shook her head. “You haven’t seen many humans then,” she mumbled, earning growls from all of them.
Saber gently pushed down on her sore side, which had her flinching and wanting to move away. Forgetting the kind words.
“How did you get this? It’s not from the binding? You have two broken bones and this bruise.” His finger was rough, but soft against the tender spot.
She took a deep breath and blew it out. “After tying me up, he kicked me a few times and pinched my skin. If you hadn’t come when you did…. She stopped and closed her eyes, they had saved her life. “I think he was going to take a piece of my skin off to eat.” She shivered and the handsome cat-man moved over to another counter. He lifted an instrument with some kind of long, thick needle. She didn’t mind shots. But that thing was not going anywhere near her body.
“What the hell are you going to do with that?” She tried once more to move off the table and almost fell off of it. If it wasn’t for Knight’s quick response, she would have. But in grabbing her, they both jarred her ribs. “This totally sucks,” she cried.
“Easy, Shantel. All he wants to do is heal you.” Raven leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
Knight righted her on the table. “Don’t do that again.” He frowned at her. “Just because you’re hurt does not mean I won’t punish you later. I for one would rather give you pleasure this day,” he said leaning down inches from her face so his slightly upturned nose touched hers.
He kissed her lightly on the lips, which distracted her from the needle until something cold slid across her stomach.
“Don’t move. This will only take a minute. It will heat up and heal your bones.” Sure enough, as Saber spoke, the thing heated until it was almost too hot. “Only a few more seconds and we are done.” Saber took the device away, and she rubbed the spot where it had been.
She tensed, expecting more agony, but when they helped her sit up nothing hurt anymore.
“Wow, I could have used that thing a couple of years ago.” She smiled in relief.
Knight frowned. “You were hurt before? How?” He and Raven helped her off the table, and she swayed, still weaker. Both men wrapped an arm around her, supporting her.
“It was a long time ago. Let’s just say my taste in men is horrible. Weren’t we going to get me some clothes?” she asked.
Saber shook his head. “No, you will not need them on the ship, and your taste in men just got better. Who is this man-human who hurt you? We will find him and take care of him.”
She saw the deadly gleam in Saber’s eyes and knew he would, too.
“No, he’s already in one of our prisons for something else. He can’t hurt anyone now, but thank you for offering.” She curled her toes and gave a little shiver. “Can I have my slippers? Your floor is cold and hard.”
“These?” Raven lifted her big, red fluffy slippers and gave them to Knight. “We will have
the floors in our quarters made softer, cozier for you.”
“Yes, those are what I need.” She reached for them, but Knight shook his head and knelt down beside her. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders while he lifted each foot and placed it in the slipper. He ran his fingers up and down her leg, casting her a devilish glance.
Her nipples hardened and Shantel squirmed and took a step back, releasing her grip on Knight. She wobbled, but Saber was there to catch her. She trembled not believing what was happening. Her thighs became damp.
“It’s okay,” Raven whispered. “Your body was made for us, and it’s reacting like it should.” He circled her nipple with his finger. “Beautiful.”