The Alpha Male Blog Hop - CLOSED WINNERS SELECTED!

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Have you ever wondered what it takes to make an Alpha Male? Is it the way he looks? His dark and stormy  eyes, the way his body moves, the way he...well, I'll leave that last part up to you. What about the way he acts? Or treats his heroine? What makes an Alpha male? What do we love about Alpha Males? Why do we prefer them over Betas? Or do we? Well, we authors are ready to share our favorite Alpha Males, our favorite things about them, and everything sexy and heated about those Alpha Males you can think of. *wink* Starting on Friday, October 19th and ending on October 22nd, over 200 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite things about those sexy men we know and love?

Well, those are the questions posed for this week. Simply for me, droolicious Alpha Males make our hearts and libidos flip-flop, pitter-patter, and race out of control! Really--at least for me. I write my heroes as Alphas, not Betas, Deltas or Epsilons. No wimpy, mamby-pamby types for me. Uh-uh, no way! They can be secondary characters, living out on the periphery, and maybe if they're worthy might get a story later.

Since I primarily write in the paranormal realm, I definitely have them as dark, edgy, powerful, yet when it comes to their lady loves, they can be loving, caring, nurturing. I guess that's why I love them. They have a soft spot in their hearts where they have none with the other characters. My yummy Alphas are attractive not just on outward physical looks and physique, but inwardly. They have qualities only the heroine could love. Which brings up the flaws I give my boys. Perfection can't be there. Close, but not quite. In my latest release, Born Again in Dreams, the third book in the Born Vampire series, the hero is all up in your face Alpha. He's a vampire who runs a slave training facility (think BDSM) in Europe, is the Master and Commander of the Eastern European blood family, and is one tough dude, except he has scars. And not just physically. He has dreams, bizarre because in my world vampires don't dream, and he believes he is going insane. He sets out to find the source of why and how the dreams might be true. The subject of those dreams is a woman, a beautiful woman who calls to him in erotic ways. Yes, my stories are 4 flamers! The heroine is also flawed, scarred, and lost in the dream world. Together they accept and heal each other, with a twist at the end for their love story.

So, that's how I see it for me. I hope you enjoy the excerpt below. Don't forget to follow the links below to see what the other authors participating in the blog hop have to say about our Alphas!!!

But that's not all...

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $130 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack!

Everything but the swag prize is international. Shipping in the US will be about $20 as it is, I don’t even want to think about it to the UK or something. Sorry.  SO PLEASE WRITE IN YOUR COMMENT YOUR THEIR EMAIL ADDRESS TO BE ENTERED!!!!

For my giveaway of a PDF copy of Born Again in Dreams, you also have to become a FOLLOWER on my Romantic Words by Cynthia Blog (Tab on the right column under Join This Site), and/or my Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest, Linkedin along with a comment below to be entered. As a special bonus, if I reach my goal of adding 25 new followers on each of my social network links, I will do a separate drawing giveaway for a $10 Gift Certificate from my publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing!  Good Luck and thanks again for stopping by!!! 

Born Again in Dreams BLURB:

The Master of His Domain

Sorin Bochinsky, Master and Commander of the Eastern European Blood Family, controls everyone and everything around him, except the woman of his dreams with the face of an angel prevents his needed rest. She's the light to his dark, scarred and pained existence. The search begins to find her before he goes insane.

An Angel Awakens

Merliah Travers suffered more than serious injuries from a car accident over four years ago. She awakens in a place where the pain and scars have hidden her away from the world. A fantasy lover leads her out of the darkness and into the light, then discovers a special ability acquired during the coma has put her in danger with a fanatic killer.

Two lost, scarred souls battle a psychopath and their inner demons to unite as one, to never be alone, and be born again in dreams, forever.

  ADULT EXCERPT:

He stood up and pulled her to her feet at the same time. Merliah’s gaze dropped to the waistband of his black trousers, and then to the bulge at his groin, and with her eyes burning with intensity, he realized her highly aroused state. He didn’t need to use his vampire skills. Their times together in the dreams made him keenly aware of her preferences and desires. His stomach knotted with instant need with the knowledge, causing his cock to press harder on the zipper of his trousers, causing some discomfort. He enjoyed the new pleasure of reading her body instead of using his senses as a vampire to recognize them. His heart raced in anticipation of discovering the nuances of her body from this new perspective. Like exploring virgin territory.

“Do you think anyone will see us?”

“No, I believe the trees are thick enough where we are. We should be hidden. I can barely see the light on the other side.” His tongue slid along a full bottom lip. “Now, let me undress you.”

As he steadied her, he reached around her back and slowly drew down the zipper. He smiled as the dress slipped from her shoulders and down her body, landing in a puddle on the ground. She stood before him in matching black bra and panties. “I want to see every inch of your skin, to touch you all over. Experience you like this is our first time.” Then he slipped one digit under the strap of her bra and gently nudged it off her shoulder. Reaching around, he unclipped the fastener and the delicate lacy fabric fell to the ground. Cupping the lush flesh of her breasts, he kneaded the generous orbs until she leaned forward against him.

“Oh, don’t stop, Sorin,” she pleaded softly.

His fingers gently traced the contours of her brow, her cheek, her jaw, slowly moving toward the curve of her throat. Bending his head forward, he brushed his mouth across the tingling skin, trailing tiny kisses down her neck.

“Oh yes, I want that too. Please…” Her voice trailed off.

Sorin’s grin widened. “But first, I want to taste you.” He dropped to his knees between her legs and brushed his hand across the skin of her thigh. “Spread your legs for me, angel.”

Without hesitation, she did as he demanded. Using one finger, he hooked it around the elastic and tugged the slight slip of lacy fabric down over her hips, then tore them away from her body, growling his pleasure.

“Hey, those were my nicest pair.”

“I’ll get you another.” One hand held her hip and the other palmed her mound. He glanced up at her and licked his lips, then slipped his tongue between her tender folds, tasting her with a groan of what sounded like relief.

She threw her head back with a hiss, “Oh God yes!”

He sucked and licked, urged on as her cries and pants got more urgent. Pressing closer and teasing her pussy with his tongue, he then slipped a finger into her heat and groaned as he flicked more forcefully. She squirmed under his ministrations and arched her body into his mouth as she opened wider for him. He spread the swollen lips and ran his tongue from the bottom to the top but stopped just short of touching her clit. She moaned and whimpered, seeming to want to be licked senselessly. Taking the suggestion with determination, he licked and tugged all around the sensitive nubbin, resisting the little nudges she kept making to push him to the point of pleasure.

Finally, she grabbed his hair. “You’re teasing me. Touch me there,” she demanded.

A soft growl vibrated in the back of his throat and he chuckled inwardly. His angel was taking control and he’d have none of that. Bringing her to submission was his primary goal and he’d provide the incentive for her to succumb to his dominance. The more his lips touched hers, the more he insinuated his control over her. As soon as she let go of his hair, he sucked the waiting clit inside his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over until she screamed.

“Shh, angel. You’ll draw attention to us.” He stopped and waited for her to catch her breath then started licking and sucking again. Just when he sensed she was about to climax again, he stopped and stood up.

“On your hands and knees, angel.” As she complied with his demand, he divested the remainder of his clothing. He dropped to his knees and positioned his long and thick cock at her entrance. “You’re so wet and ready for me.” Then he ran his cockhead along her swollen folds, lubricating the tip with her juices, and with one thrust he pushed inside her hot sheath. She groaned and pushed back against him until he entered her just a few inches. He stopped and pulled out and repeated again. The soft mewing noises she made indicated her need for more, and still he stopped just short of fully entering her. He wanted her begging and he didn’t have to wait long. His angel was a quick learner.

“Please,” Merliah cried.

“Please what?”

“Make love to me. I can’t stand it anymore. I need you inside, Sorin.”

Obliged to please, he plunged his rock-hard cock deep into her moist heat. As her wet sheath gripped him, he roared his pleasure, which echoed through the forest of her creation. Her internal muscles contracted around his shaft, wringing another moan from both of them. She met his rhythm, urging him on. The need to feel her milk him to completion pulsed through his body. “So tight and wet.” He leaned over and growled into her ear.

Merliah tilted her head to the side, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her throat. The desire to bite her burned inside him, but his fangs did not descend. The beast within didn’t claw at his chest.

STORY EXCERPT:

After four years wandering in the darkness of her mind, ready to succumb to the grim pain, Merliah experienced such desperation, depression and fatigue, she wanted to scream and find a way to end the misery. The strong survival instinct brought her out of the coma initially years ago, but her strength to fight remained hanging by a thread. This wasn’t living, awake and aware but unable to communicate in any form was like death. When the pitch-blackness first happened, she tried repeatedly to call out, but her voice couldn’t be heard. Relentless, she tried over and over, to move a toe, a finger, and she even cried to draw attention. The nurse, who witnessed the one tear, all those years ago, dismissed the physical plea.

Merliah’s parents had her moved from the hospital to another facility. She understood the distant voices calling the new place, Berger Institute. The first reaction was of shock. Ohmigod, I’ve been put in an institution with crazy people. Am I insane? She refused to believe Robbie abandoned her, but after leaving the hospital, she never heard his sweet voice again. The man she loved gave up and left her without saying good-bye and her imprisonment became more painful and lonely. Her parents’ voices faded as well. Time ceased for her and she slipped deeper and deeper into the gloomy abyss, existing on a different plane of consciousness. She could hear and feel on the outside, but remained in the darkness of her mind unable to communicate to her loved ones. Time seemed to cease to exist. She’d occasionally hear the staff celebrating a holiday, but after a few coming and going, Merliah stopped counting. The instinctive will to survive faded.

One more cry out into the emptiness before she resigned to death’s call was made as a last resort, and to her surprise and elation, a voice answered. First, faintly, then it grew louder. A deep, melodic, and velvety voice broke through the darkness reaching toward her. It was a man, with a beautiful deep tone. His voice consoled her, wrapped around her and pulled her toward the light. She cried tears of joy and then a slight fear overtook her thoughts. Am I dead? Is he the Angel of Death from the stories I’ve read?

Up to that point, everything that made sense in her black world evaporated. Minutes, hours, days, months slipped by slowly and now someone reached out to her. How long she wandered aimlessly in her mind, often time curled up in a ball in the depths of the bottomless pit, she didn’t know. Time meant nothing without any reference point. The sweet-sounding, shadow man had found her, and brought her into the light. Who was he and how did he find her when no one else could? She didn’t know and didn’t care about the details. He had found her, the only thing that mattered.

From the murky shadows, arms outstretched to clasp on to reality. She jolted when his cold hand touched hers, swiftly pulling her toward the light with his commanding voice guiding the way. Feeling the strong power moving her forward, she feared he was the Dark Angel of Death and not salvation to the world she had known before the blackness became her present life. She pulled back from the stranger, frightened more than relieved. As she battled with the fear, she glanced up but was unable to view his face, only sense the touch which set her skin afire.

Several seconds ticked by, and a little more of the self-control eroded away. His dominant presence began to put her at ease, and with one foot in front of the other, he guided her through the prison of hopelessness.

“Come with me, you’ll be okay. I won’t hurt you.” The voice spoke softly, a low, lyrical, and heavily accented one. Where is he from?

The power he exuded surrounded her again and his efforts to save her worked as she fell under his spell and into the tight embrace. Fear, anger and desperation had driven her to this desperate position. She either had to trust him to lead her home or believe he was Death, or allow him to eliminate the misery of her present existence. Either way, the hellish nightmare would end. Could she leave the nightmare and be born again in dreams? Apprehension still held her back because he could be nothing more than wishful thinking on her part.

“You scare me. I called out for a long time and you’re the first person to answer my cries. Am I dead?” The words were tentative, barely above a whisper.

“I don’t sense you are. Blood runs strong through your veins. Your skin is warm and your eyes are bright. You are definitely alive,” the shadow man’s velvety voice soothed her.

Ohmigod, this man’s voice could melt icebergs. He certainly did a good job of bringing life back into her desolate reality. Merliah’s senses screamed as if she were freefalling over a cliff, becoming light-headed and the wind knocked out of her lungs. Between his seductive words and the sensuous touch, the hunger of desire clawed her insides to be released. The arousal continued with thin fingers tickling up and down her spine. The light touches lit nerve endings on fire and caused her pussy to contract. Her clit ached for attention, a simple caress to ease the need she had not felt in God only knows how long.

The world she once remembered swirled in heat and desire. She swallowed hard and tried to stifle the passion down building in her core. The power of his presence shoved right back. Merliah stumbled backward and gasped as the energy surged upward when gazing into the glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness. The stare was one of a predator, a carnal stare which stole her breath and sent her head spinning. She tried to breathe through the fire consuming her.
Cynthia Arsuaga