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Thursday, June 1, 2017

Author Spotlight with Torie James

Dear Readers, Writers, and Precious Patrons.

Today on All Authors, we’re pleased to spotlight Torie James, author of the book Timeless Night.

Timeless Night, Book One of New Camelot:

In an epic battle of good versus evil, one woman finds herself the focal point of a magical feud. Sabrina thought she knew who she was until a knight of long ago returns to steal her heart.

If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose love...

A silent guardian, Alexander has walked the corridors of time in pursuit of an end to a haunting prophecy. Sabrina has lived a life surrounded by modern magic, unaware that the greatest and deadliest of powers reside within her own soul. If it only takes the light of love to ignite the stars, what of the decadent seduction of darkness? All roads don't lead home and some myths only grow into legend.

Deep in thought, head down, she rounded the doorway to the bathroom, colliding with Alex, who was on his way out, a plush towel swathed around his hips, but otherwise naked. And damp. Oh sweet berries and cream! Hidden places in her body pulsed with desire as she shamelessly wiggled closer.

"Do. Not. Move."

Bri froze in place, eyes widening as she looked into Alex's suddenly tortured face, his jaw locked and straining. She could see the muscles working in his throat even as his long, warm fingers rose up to cup her behind the neck, restraining her, holding her in place as if he knew she was two seconds from disregarding his barked command. She didn't know why it was so important to her to make him lose control, to constantly challenge his authority. Maybe it was her own tempestuous nature, her own unbridled energy that constantly leapt before looking. Maybe it was her need to provoke him to any show of emotion rather than the stoic, calm facade. Maybe it was the beast she sensed beneath the man, the one who was dangerous, lethal and took what he wanted. She wasn't a god-damned china doll that needed to be protected or petted with a light hand. Every time she got too close, every time she pushed, he retreated.

She was ready for his anger, his rejection. Ready for this to end as it generally did. With him reprimanding her with words that left her feeling like the Whore of Babylon and strangely empty, full of longings she didn't quite understand.

What she wasn't prepared for was his low growl, a sound of defeat as he jerked her closer, his firm mouth rushing hers in a blaze of heat that had her making a soft sound of distress. No. Exultation. She'd been dreaming of this moment since the night they'd met. She could admit that without shame. And it was better than any fantasy, any lurid, erotic bit of fluff she'd ever read.

Somehow her hands found their way up to his bare chest, splaying along the marbled display of tawny, muscled skin. The crisp, dark hairs tickled her palms even as the cool feel of his flesh directly contrasted the fire he lit inside her. Her head fell back a bit with the intensity of the kiss, lips parting under his demanding ones as his velvety tongue stroked through, sliding along hers in a sensuous sweep that had her legs actually trembling.

A curious tightening began in her core, she couldn't classify it as pain, no, not that. But something akin to it that had her body instinctively moving closer to his, her hips rocking shamelessly against his towel-clad form. Holy Hannah! She gasped, feeling every inch of his obvious arousal pressing into her belly through the fabric and almost fainted at the thought of him taking her. A thought that compelled one hand to slide down his rock hard torso, lower still to drift over steely, washboard abs, and dance along the material gathered at his waist. Material that suddenly loosened and dropped to the floor between them and then there was nothing but bare flesh before her and she had to tear her mouth away even though she wanted the kiss to last forever. His heavy groan filled the bathroom as her fingers dropped a few inches lower to brush his straining shaft, just once. There was no shyness in her touch.

"Sabrina. Stop. Or I'll—"

"Or you'll what? Throw me down and fuck me senseless? I hope so." The feel of him pulsing under her touch, the heated throb of the man was a sensory experience that had an echoing ache suddenly dampening her thighs in anticipation.

Alex's voice was rugged, harsh, his dark green eyes glowing with a touch of crimson, proof he wanted her blood as much as her body. "Gods, you're so vulgar." There was no derision in his statement this time, just a gentle teasing.

"No, I'm honest. I've wanted you from the beginning. And judging by this..." she stroked him once more, a gesture that tore another growl from him. "I'd say you want me, too."

Author Bio:

Born on the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous,Torie is the illegitimate love child of Han Solo and Daenerys Targaryen. Rescued by Gandalf shortly before her home planet was destroyed in the last days of the Clone Wars, she was raised in relative obscurity by her foster parents, Severus Snape and Pippi Longstocking. At the tender age of 113, she inherited the best little whorehouse in Texas and is rumored to be bringing Sexy Back. A self-confessed chocoholic, she's been engaged to Willy Wonka despite gossip surrounding a lifelong affair with Bruce Wayne.

And clearly, she practices delusion on a daily basis.

The truth is, I'm just an overgrown kid with a vivid imagination who loves to write and share my crazy with the world. My future plans include, hopefully, buying a lovely Scottish castle and convincing Queen Elizabeth I that I'd make a fab addition to the Royal Family.

Three years ago, I finally got my 'brave' on and submitted a wee story about true love, honor, friendship and the magic within us all. That story was Timeless Night, the first book in a five book series I've named New Camelot. Since then, I've been lucky enough to have published Timeless Desire (Book 2 of New Camelot), Beauty and The Feast (A New Camelot Thanksgiving Novella) Ties That Bind (The Cloie Chronicles I), Fractured Fantasies (Valentine's Venom), Fractured Fantasies (Volume 1-6)

I live in Southern California, a stone's throw from Disneyland, with my family and the most ridiculously spoiled pets anyone could imagine. I wake everyday with the determination to make this life as random, quirky and beautiful as it can be.


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