Diana DeRicci

Posts Tagged ‘paranormal’

Love’s Learning Curves By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci Published By: Purple Sword Publications, LLC ISBN # 9781936165520 Word Count: 29995 Heat Index Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket, Rocket, Epub Read More

REVIEW:

Caged by Diana DeRicci is another hit with me. She plops you right into the action! It is about a Mira, who is a shapeshifter, who is being hunted by a poacher or at least he seems to be a poacher. Rhys and she are going to stop this guy before he finds out the truth.  Ms. DeRicci has another winner here. She gives you a little bit of everything in all of her books.  In this reviewer’s eyes Ms. DeRicci seems to have cornered the market on romance!

4  bookmarks

Carol Langstroth, Manager

Mind Fog Reviews

A cat shifter hiding in plain sight and the man who loves her take on the one threat determined to expose her alien race to the world.

A cat shifter trying to fit into a world that didn’t start as hers. The man who would love and protect her with everything he had. Mira never expected to find the one man she would grow to trust and love among the human men. Living with humans had grown to be a skill for the Felids. As long as they didn’t expose themselves, they were safe. Rhys never thought he’d find the love of his life or that she would turn out to be an alien cat shifter. What she could do with her shape was amazing. He vowed to protect her and her people.

Unfortunately, someone has learned of their existence, and is hunting for Mira.

Available here: http://purplesword.com/zencart/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=49

UPDATE: RELEASING JUNE 23RD!!

EMBRACED BY PASSION

Purple Sword Publications

Ja’Rol and Slone have been together for years, but lately a desire they can’t help has been creeping up on them. An emptiness neither wanted to admit to fearing the other’s reaction and hurt. A faceless need, a woman they know they will encounter. A woman who will bond with them and make them complete in ways neither has ever known or anticipated.

Brigit can’t explain the attraction she feels when she meets not one, but both of her mother’s ex-bosses. When she learns her mother is about to wed, Slone and Ja’Rol offer to fly her to the ceremony. Their wedding gift–to have Brigit with her mother for the special day.

The trip to Las Vegas guarantees at least the opportunity to win her, to convince Brigit they want her. Embracing their relationship will be the easy part. The telepathy… That’s a little harder to explain.

*ADULT ADVISORY*

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience.  Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Ja’Rol slammed open Slone’s double doors. “Traci just quit!” His entrance didn’t seem to register with the man behind the desk. “I said—”

“I heard you.” Slone typed without pause. “Please shut the doors. Now everyone three floors above and below knows our situation.”

Ja’Rol harrumphed but did as his business partner, best friend, and lover asked. With the doors closed and locked behind him, he cleared the ocean of space to reach the desk. Large windows delivered a breathtaking view of the city view behind Slone, if he even knew it was there. The man worked like a dog once he was inside these offices.

Plush with leather, wood, and thick carpet, the room was filled with every modern convenience from a large screen TV to an espresso machine. There were the prerequisite chairs and a side lounger for the longer afternoons into nights. Essentially an office with real muscle. Slone worked tireless hours on keeping Tube-Nautics running flawlessly. And when he couldn’t, Ja’Rol picked up the slack and filled in the gaps.

Walking to the coffee maker—a regular counter style one—he filled a mug and dumped a three-count of hazelnut creamer into it. After a stir and a sip, he declared it perfect and turned.

“What are we going to do about Traci?”

“I imagine find a replacement,” Slone replied, still distracted by his computer.

Frustrated at being ignored, Ja’Rol played dirty to get his lover’s attention. Envisioning them both naked, he knelt in front of Slone, toying with his massive cock between teasing lips. He almost purred himself as the image filled his vision.

Slone snapped up and glared. “Ja’Rol!”

“Yes?” he replied in all innocence. Slone’s color rose as the image took on an active life. Leaning on a nearby bookcase, Ja’Rol crossed his ankles to enjoy his coffee. And Slone’s reactions. “Something the matter?”

Just as Ja’Rol’s imagination took Slone’s heavy length into his mouth, Slone growled a needy groan.

“Do I have your attention now?” he asked as disinterested as possible, though his own body was beginning to throb with the want he’d dared to stir.

“Shit,” Slone hissed. Sitting in his chair, he slouched back, cupping the pulsing ridge in his slacks. “See what you did?”

Discovering the adamant need Ja’Rol licked his lips, tasting the coffee, but wanting to taste something else entirely. Letting out a repentant sigh, he said, “I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have done that. But damn, man. Pay attention sometimes. This is serious. Traci left.”

“Where did she go?”

Finally, interest. “She is moving with her fiancé halfway across the state. Nothing I said kept her here.”

“Are you worried she’ll talk?”

Ja’Rol waved a hand. “No, she’s not like that. The non-disclosure was practically a formality with her. No telling whose other secrets she carries from around here.” Glancing toward Slone, he added, “She knew about us.”

“Being gay?”

“Being wyvern.”

Slone blinked and froze. “How?” Ice could have formed on the glass behind where he sat, the air chilled so quickly.

“She saw us return to the penthouse after flying. She’s rarely in that early in the morning, but she’d said she couldn’t sleep and knew it was something here keeping her up. So she came in early. Very early. She said that it just didn’t matter. We were good bosses, excellent employers, and she’d sell her mother to stay, but she wouldn’t sell her fiancé.”

“How long has she known?” Slone’s voice had gone deathly calm, weighing the need to keep their identity secret.

“Let me see,” he mused. “Almost five years now.” Though neither man looked a day over thirty, five years to them was barely more than a blink of an eye in time. Tube-Nautics was actually their fifth enterprise together.

“And you never thought to tell me?” Slone roared, slapping his desk.

Ja’Rol shook his head. “No, she told me how long she’s known when she gave her resignation about an hour ago.” He sipped his coffee. “Honestly, she’s not some young thing looking to exploit us. She’s a fifty year old divorcé who has a second chance to live again. She wasn’t going to let the fact that two wyverns are her bosses screw that up.”

Slone glowered at him, and Ja’Rol had the urge to clear his throat. “We talked a lot.”

“Obviously,” Slone responded with a droll tone and a glare. “Anything else you haven’t told me? Anything else you two talked about that will give me heart failure?”

Ja’Rol hid his grin behind his cup. When Slone started sassing, Ja’Rol knew it would be all right. There had been some concern telling Slone someone knew their secret, but after talking to Traci, after being floored that she’d known for so long and never blinked an eye or changed her work habits or treated them any differently, he knew it would be okay in the end.

Then he frowned. “But how are we going to replace her? And with who?”

“Run an ad?”

For some reason, Ja’Rol wasn’t keen on that. Who knew what kind of nuts would try to get into one of the city’s largest, and most acclaimed aeronautical engineering and design corporations to discover internal secrets? The world’s leaders might be smiling when they talk in the same room, but they still passed notes like kids in school. The last thing either man wanted was one of their prototype testers being bastardized into some new war machine.

“What about someone in-house?”

Ja’Rol finished his coffee, catching the last of the hot, sweetened brew. He wanted another, but he’d already had two for the morning, one more than his usual limit. Caffeine made him horny. He could control it, but if he wasn’t careful, Slone would be flat on his back. Probably why he’d been so quick to tease the other man with a visual blowjob.

With a sigh, he set the mug down and walked away.

“You could always switch to decaffeinated,” Slone offered knowingly, an understanding glint in his gaze. His eyes were extraordinary. One, a solid light pale green, the other a peridot-sapphire blend that blew Ja’Rol’s mind.

Ja’Rol smiled. Now that he’d poked into his head, Slone was probably sitting in his thoughts. “I’ll live. Besides, I like the rush. I know what it’ll do.”

“You’re a caffeine druggy,” Slone accused with a tenor laugh.

He only shrugged not bothering to deny it, then sat in one of the thick padded leather chairs in front of his desk. “So, Traci.”

“Let’s take a look and see who we can move to a senior administrator. If there isn’t anyone, we’ll have to look outside.”

Ja’Rol steepled his fingers. He wasn’t crazy about the idea, but realistically, what other choices did they have?