Sunday, September 27, 2015

Hello again, my Bawdy Babes

Look what goodness I have for you today:




Best selling author Siobhan MacKenzie brings Norse Mythology to a new level with her latest novella, Angry Boding. 

Strong, beautiful, commanding...she brought even a God to his knees. 

Loki has no choice—Odin demands he gain a prophecy from the Seeress, Angrboda, at any cost. He either gets the prophecy or the Allfather has promised unspeakable pain and suffering. Getting the prophecy is hard enough; Angrboda has no love of Asgard. But Loki doesn’t count on falling in love with her. Or having to keep her safe from Odin’s wrath. He must use his silver tongue well this time because he's risking everything for her. 

Including his life. 


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ISBN: 9781516377916

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Monday, September 7, 2015

Have you missed me?

Oh I cannot have that. The Beautiful Boy said to me, "You haven't blogged in a while, darling. Don't you miss it?"


I have. Very much. And I thought, what can I blog about? A new story, perhaps? An excerpt of a new release coming up? Yes, that's it. An excerpt.

Angry Boding was originally released in the anthology, Gods and Goddesses Boxed Set.  Since my rights are returned to me, I can re-release it in it's original form -- the way I wanted it. So, I think an excerpt. And I hope you enjoy it. And look for the release on September 17, 2015.


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Angry Boding -- The Author's Edit
by Siobhan MacKenzie
Release date: September 17, 2015
Suggested Retail: $.99

Through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, and others. 



From Chapter One




“Stop there!”

He did as told, standing some ten paces or so from the cottage. How had he not noticed the door stood open? The voice came from beyond the threshold. He would see who this Seeress was now. One black boot emerged first, stepping out and followed by a very shapely leg. Then the rest of her appeared and Loki felt the breath leave his body, his chest aching.

He stared, confused—she was no human. The Frost Giants might be humanoid but they were not human. He knew a Frost Giant when he saw one; they were his people, after all. This woman had the telltale signs of the Jotnar. The blue tinges to her flesh, the markings of her brow. What is a Jotun doing here in the middle of nowhere?

She looked tall, almost as tall as his own form. He stood six-foot-three-inches as the humans reckoned it. The top of her head came to his shoulder, he decided. Her hair looked to be the most delicious shade of red he’d ever seen. It spilled from her scalp like fire, burning down her back and shoulders to frame her face.

Her face was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, with cheekbones, sharp and high, which he longed to kiss. Her eyes were the shade of green that mirrored the moss hanging from the trees. Her lips were full, a shade of coral he’d seen only in Asgard. The tip of her tongue crept into the corner of her mouth and he felt the overpowering desire to take it between his lips and suck on it.

She was voluptuous, clad in a dark leather dress that hugged every curve. Her breasts threatened to spill out over the neck of the bodice, straining against the hide of it. Her hips made the garment bell in an enticing way and her ass looked plump, making his hand itch to stroke it. He wanted nothing more than to bend her forward and plunge into her from behind.

His cock became so hard that the mere thought of bending her to his will made it very difficult not to climax within his leather trousers. He couldn’t move if he’d wanted to, his erection was so dominant. Odin’s breath, to take her. Right here, right now. He could barely breathe with the thought.

“You have no business in the Iron Wood,” she stated. She spoke with such a firm tone, that she made him flush with desire. She took several deliberate steps toward the end of the porch, watching him warily.

Loki swallowed hard, trying to maintain his calm. His chest heaved and his palms were sweaty against his thighs. He opened his mouth once and nothing came forth but a gasp of desire. He swallowed once more and tried again. “I am Lo—”

“I know exactly who you are.” She came down the steps, still walking as if she owned this realm. She wore no expression but her tone was one of scorn. “You are Loki, son of Farbauti. Jotun, by birth. Asgardian, by choice. Odin’s mouthpiece and trained pet.”

He bristled and his erection wilted away. She knew exactly what button to push. “I am no one’s mouthpiece or trained pet.”

The corner of her mouth rose and for the first time, her eyes twinkled. “And I repeat that you have no business here in the Iron Wood. Go back to Asgard, where you belong.”

“I have business,” Loki replied with his own heat now. “Yes, I am here at Odin’s request, not his order. He sent me—”

“To ask me about the prophecy; yes I know.” She continued her slow pace of measured steps until she stood before him, close enough to smell the Jotun marsh blossoms on her skin. “What I don’t know is why I should tell you.”

He glared down into her eyes. “Because the Allfather demands it. Because I demand it!”

Her eyes traveled slowly down the length of his body, taking in every inch of him, before raising to meet his gaze again. “I care nothing about your demands. Now, go. This is my realm and I owe Asgard nothing.” She turned her back to him, walking swiftly back to her porch again.

Loki’s fists were shaking and he clenched his jaw. No one walked away from him, dismissed him this way. “You stop,” he demanded. “You will stop and face me. Now.”

She froze in place, turning her head slightly, so he could see the delicate features of her face in profile. Her turning head brought her body around and she narrowed her eyes at him, her lips pressed firmly together. Her hands laid against her thighs, her fingers flattened against the leather. She stared at him, a hard glare that would have made a lesser man melt at the sight.

The only vision in his head was of her, laying back against the skins of his bed with her hair splayed out in all of its ruddy glory. Naked, her breasts ripe for the taking and his hands exploring all of the luscious curves of her body. His lips kissing between her thighs, his tongue tasting the nectar from her pussy. Damn it, he was getting hard again. He wanted to punish her insolence by ramming her hard.

Loki took a deep breath. “Now, then. I did not come here to pick a fight. I came here to get this prophecy and take it back to the Allfather. Nothing more.”

“And you’ll destroy me if I don’t give it to you, I suppose.”

He shook his head. “No. I am not a destroyer.” He chuckled under his breath. “I’m known to create a little mischief and chaos when the mood strikes. Which is quite a bit.” He met her gaze again. “I am sorry. I started this on a wrong note. I make no demands for the prophecy. But I do ask it. Please?”

Her eyes fluttered up and down his body again. For a moment, he flattered himself to think she might be just the least bit attracted to him as well. Why not? He knew he remained attractive to others; he knew his face was considered handsome, almost beautiful. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. Loki smiled brightly, turning on his charismatic charms. “Please?”

She relaxed her hands, her posture becoming less stiff. Her lips eased their tension as well and her eyes cleared, the narrowing gone. She huffed, a snort from her nose and one corner of her beautiful mouth rose. She nodded and gestured towards the cottage.


He gestured in return and moved in step to follow behind her, into her home.


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Come back soon for the links to buy this ebook.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Billionaires and Soldiers -- and back from the breach

Breathing room is always a good thing. Seems that things have taken off with a vengeance and I don't have time to breathe. Let alone blog. I feel badly about that. I know that so many Bedmates have followed along, keeping me afloat for so long, and once again, I have neglected you. I shall have to remedy that immediately.

I have been busy, that's for certain. Work on No Sooner Loved had to stop for a time because I was invited to join in on a few short story anthologies. I must say, I am having a grand time of it. And I am getting back to NSL because I love that fantasy. I know you've loved it too as you've read along with the excerpts.

The first anthology is titled Stranded With a Billionaire and my story there is Falling.

They survived the plane crash, but they might not survive one another in Fallen.

After a plane crash strands sole survivors, Alexander St. Thomas and pilot, Grace Allyn, in remote, storm tossed Alaska, the sparks truly begin to fly. Prickly, defensive and traumatized, their discord soon ignites another kind of fire. Entranced by her, Alex is determined to keep both Grace and himself alive...and together.

 
The second anthology is titled Hot Soldier and my story in that one is Suspicious Minds.

Jordan Blair is the prime suspect in the death of the man who caused him to lose his leg in Afghanistan – his former sadistic commanding officer. Recently promoted MP, Lt Rachel Carmichael, is in charge of the case and she is sure she has her killer in her sights. But there’s something about the wounded warrior that changes her mind. Rachel is drawn to him in spite of her suspicion. Proving his innocence might just be the first step towards healing…and love.


These two have turned me into an International Best Selling Author! And that pleases me no end, I must confess. As soon as we get Wilde Mountain Time released, this should take off completely! I am so excited.

And we're working Wilde Mountain Time as I type this -- within the next 4 - 6 weeks, my publisher says. Both in ebook and in print! Very exciting.

With more to come, I promise I'll be here more often -- with excerpts and news and fun tidbits that are just for you. And of course, a naughty picture or two....

 
 
 
And there are no "butts" about that, I promise you!
 
 
With love,
Siobhan
 
 

Sunday, December 8, 2013

A new snippet from _No Sooner Loved_

I am so in love with this story. It's indescribable how much of me I've managed to put inside of the story. It could be the love story of my Beautiful Boy and I. It's not, not really. It's mostly fiction. But it could be. 

So, I've decided to share another snippet. I don't think I need to set this up. I think you can find the context of the scene. Enjoy!




“I never got them,” he said, sounded dejected. “I never heard from you so I thought you didn’t want to see me ever again.”
“That would never happen, Nathan.” She licked her lower lip, watching him. “I thought about you every day, missed you every day.”
His eyes darted up for a quick glance, then back to her hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you. God, I’ve missed you.”
“Nathan, I am so sorry.” She couldn’t face him at all, but if she didn’t say this, it would gnaw at her forever. “I said something horrible, something I never meant. God, I’d rather tear my own heart out than hurt you.”
“Justyn, I—”
She whirled away from him, trying to reign in her frustration. “Please, God, please,” she pleaded, her hands balled in fists against her stomach. “Tell me what to do. Tell me how to fix this. Tell me how to make this right. I’m so lost here. Tell me what to do.”
He took her by the shoulders, lifting her gaze to his. His voice betrayed his own agony, his own tears frozen on his lashes. “Justyn, I don’t care how old you are. I don’t care about that at all.”
She touched his cheek and he leaned his head against her palm. “You don’t?”
“No. I just want you. I only want you.”
He bent his head to her, claiming her mouth as he kissed her hard. She threaded her fingers in his hair and kissed him back with abandon. One of his hands crept to the small of her back, the other pressed against her derriere, pulling her tighter against him. Oh my God was the last thing in her mind as she felt the length of his erection, how much he did want her.
 “I can’t,” he gasped, trying to pull away from her. “I can’t do this.”
She held on, not letting go no matter how hard he tried. After a few attempts, he just stopped. “Where do you think you’re going, you beautiful man? I’m not letting you go again.”
“I can’t, my girl, I can’t.”
“Why?” she breathed against his cheek. “Tell me why. You owe me that. God, Nathan, I want you so badly it hurts inside.”
“Because I can’t,” he answered, turning his head away from her. “Justyn…. Shit, Justyn, I’ve never been with a woman. I’m…I’m….”
She let him go, surprised at the admission. “You’ve never made love with a woman? Anyone?”
The pink tinge on his cheeks was quite endearing. “I’m still a virgin, damn it.” With a roll of his eyes, he added, “I’m not gay, damn it. I keep telling you that and I wish you’d finally believe me.”
She swallowed the giggle and took his hands in hers. “I do, my love. I do. It’s just that – you mean to tell me that with all of those girlfriends you’ve had, all those women from your movies that you’ve dated, you’ve never slept with any of them?”
He shook his head, his cheeks still glowing and getting pinker. “Um, no, I never….”
“You’ve never pleasured yourself?”
“Of course I have,” he grumbled. “I know how to do that. I just…I don’t know…how to…to….”
“Well, you know how to fix that, don’t you?” She took him in her arms and raised her face to his. “Besides, it’s not like I have had that many lovers either, you know.”
He frowned at her. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope.” She kissed him softly. “I told you two things about me – the first was that I am very much a one-man-woman.”

Well, there is more to that scene. I guess I better get this done so you can find out what happens next. 


With love,
Siobhan

  

Sunday, December 1, 2013

I have returned to the Land of the Lovers

November has flown by and I've had my nose buried in this new book. I started writing it as part of NaNoWriMo -- wonderful site to get you in the groove and get you writing. Worked wonderfully and this new book, No Sooner Loved, is coming along quite nicely.

I've never really been one to do this sort of thing but a friend suggested that a soundtrack would be helpful. I thought, why not. Put my favorite songs on there that would reflect the characters. So, I've put together a list and a dear friend put the list together for me on her Grooveshark account -- I must have one, I think.

If you'd like to listen, just click here. And do tell me what songs you would add. I may just add them to my own list.

I Need To Be in Love, The Carpenters
More To Love, Minnutes
High Wind Blowing, John Denver
You Know It's True, Jules Larson
Thank You, Dido
Smooth Operator, Sade
When He Shines, Sheena Easton
One in a Million, Bosson
Landslide, The Dixie Chicks
I Drove All Night, Roy Orbison (this song is added 2ce by two different artists, for a reason)
Stay the Night, Benjamin Orr
Come Down in Time, Elton John
All I Wanted, Kansas
Fearless, Cyndi Lauper
Spinning, Benjamin Orr
Breaking Up is Hard to Do, Neil Sedaka
Crying, Roy Orbison and K. D. Lang
Come Down in Time, Elton John
Here With Me, Dido
Ho, Hey, The Lumineers
Feels Like Home, Randy Newman
I Drove All Night, Cyndi Lauper
Blue Eyes, Elton John
Hard to Say I'm Sorry, Chicago
Turn Me On, Norah Jones
Mad About You, Belinda Carlisle
Break Every Rule, Tina Turner
We Belong, Pat Benatar
Spirits (Having Flown), The Bee Gees

With love,
Siobhan

Saturday, November 9, 2013

No Sooner Loved - a snippet

And so the romance between Justyn and Nathan has come to its first milestone. Here's a small excerpt from my Work In Progress (WIP).



  “There, done. Well, with that chapter, anyway.”
  “May I read it?”
  She looked up at him, slightly startled at the question. “You want to?”

“If it’s all right with you, yes. I know it’s not polished yet but I really would like to. May I?”
  She looked down at her screen, then back at his earnest face. Writing for her was more than just a way to exercise her mind. She used her writing to explore possibilities, play out fantasies that she could never have lived. She used it to work through her problems, sort out her feelings. Not all of her writing was as personal but there was always something in it that was hers and hers alone. To share that meant to cede control to that part of her soul, her mind. For someone who was a control freak to the end, that was a large leap of faith and not one she surrendered willingly to anyone.
  Nathan watched her, waiting with such hope. This would be her moment of truth, the acid test of how she really felt about him. She looked deep into his sapphire blue eyes, searching behind them to find out what kind of man he truly was. He could be polite and charming, erudite and urbane. He shared her interests in music and dancing, classic literature, and romantic movies. He was witty and sexy with a perverse sense of humor, a lovable dork and a very tall child stuck in a man’s body. Could she trust him? Was he serious? Or just playing with her? Old fashioned, he’d said. Not gay, he’d said. He wouldn't sleep with her because he respected her, he’d said. And exactly what the hell did that mean?
  If she pushed, she could drive him away. If she didn't, he might think that she wasn't interested and leave anyway. If she expressed what she was feeling about him, her intense affection, she ran the risk of scaring him – they’d only known each other for one weekend, two weeks ago. But if she didn't, he might think she didn't care.
  It came down to trust. He seemed to know it, too. He watched her, waiting hopefully, his eyes never leaving hers. He had to know what was at stake. The ball was in neither court now, sitting on top of the net. It could fall either way.

More as they come. I hope you're enjoying these snippets. 

With love,
Siobhan