Saturday, February 7, 2015

VALENTINE'S WEEK SPECIALS ON ROSALIND SCARLETT BOOKS!


As a way to wish all of my fans a Happy Valentine's Day, several of my books will be on sale for the whole week!  Here is the line-up with covers & story descriptions below.  


'The Seduction of Gretchen' ONLY $0.99 (Reg. $2.99 - 66% OFF!)

'Craving Red' ONLY $0.99 (Reg. $2.99 - 66% OFF!)

'Cailín' (Book I) ONLY $0.99 (Reg. $3.99 - 75% OFF!)

'Soeis' (Book II) ONLY $1.99 (Reg. $3.99 - 50% OFF!)

'Leannán' (Book III) ONLY $1.99 (Reg. $3.99 - 50% OFF!)

'Sanguelascivia' Paranormal Romance Novellas Trio 
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Awarded 1st Place 2014 Reviewer's Choice
'Best Erotic Paranormal Romance Novella
Paranormal Romance Guild






I know that I should not allow myself to be vulnerable to a Vampire like this, but he has me so hot, how can I possibly deny him?  Besides he is far more than just a Vampire to me.  
He is my Vampire. And I am his.


Gretchen has worked at Sanguelascivia as an erotic performer and blood courtesan for several years, done it all, seen it all.  She thought she had grown numb to the Vampires whom she was required to service.  It was just a job.  They were just the clientele.

That is, until the night Lucius shows up. 

While on stage in the midst of her performance, Gretchen first locks eyes with him, his gleaming blue eyes never departing from her.  With every move she makes, she feels him watching her, making her hotter by the second.  She fully expects him to be there after the performance to request her services, but to her surprise, he is nowhere to be seen.  Perplexed, Gretchen tries to brush him from her mind, yet hard as she may try, she cannot. 

What is it about him?  No man— human or Vampire— has ever had her feeling quite like this, has ever penetrated her soul as he had.  And she isn’t sure whether she likes it.  But one thing is sure, there is no denying it.  What is happening to her?

Then soon again Lucius is there, boring into her with those cryptic eyes.  And once more, he disappears before the end of the night.  She finds herself fantasizing over this Vampire— something which she never thought she would do.  Gretchen resolves the next time she sees him, she’ll be damned if he’s going to slip away again without speaking to her.  She will take matters into her own hands if she must.  She will request him!

When at last she realises her long-awaited private session with him, Gretchen discovers Lucius has a delicious secret which she never thought possible.  And just as furtively as he appears, so does he vanish once more.  Left with so many questions, she can scarcely wait to see him again.  And Lucius only feeds her preoccupation with him, sending her expensive gifts in between his random visits.

Inferring a sense of urgency, this enigmatic Vampire suddenly asks to come away with him to Paris to be his bonded blood servant— and lover.  Relishing her sexual freedom, Gretchen has never been one to desire this arrangement so many others hoped for.  However, she fears that if she lets him go, she will never see him again, feel him again.  But, what will be in store for her once she leaves the familiar comfort of Sanguelascivia?



'The Seduction of Gretchen' 

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"The primal wolf in him craved her as he had craved nothing before.  She would give up the only life she had ever known for him."

It is the night of the Snow Moon.  Sweden, December 1790.

Maiden Kaia is days away from being married to the handsome Leif when her mother suddenly becomes gravely ill. Desperate to save his wife, her father sends his only daughter to the village on his horse to obtain help for her beloved mother.  

But Kaia will not be returning home.

Out on the path, wolves emerge from the trees, surrounding her and spooking her horse. Fainting in sheer terror, the next thing Kaia knows, she is being dragged through the snow back to their lair. Shivering cold, half naked and bound, she startles awake to the feel of warm breath blowing out over her body.  

The following day, she realises she sees no wolves around, but does see several other women there. Noticing they are all pregnant, Kaia fears her fate. Her fears are validated when one of them complacently informs her that her initiation is imminent. The moment her scent is ripe, she is to be mated by all males of the pack.

Still worse than that is the struggle she is having with herself upon being presented with so much blatant man flesh walking about, leaving Kaia flustered with the responses of her body which are swiftly summoning forth to betray her.  

And then, she feels herself drawn to the strikingly gorgeous Dane, with his hair black as night, and eyes blue as the sky.  He is also the baby of the pack. No matter how good he may seem, still she fights against the feelings threatening to overtake her.  How can she allow herself to fall for one of them
Will Kaia ever escape this primitive place to see her family again? And if she does, will she be able to suppress the primal need she feels awakening in her? Worse yet, will she want to?




'CRAVING RED'
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‘Book I of the Anam Céile Chronicles





A Love which Transcends Existence...

    
 It is the year 1702.  Aislinn, the daughter of a sheep farmer in western Ireland, is a tenacious redheaded lass who has NO intention of ever settling into the dutiful roles of marriage and motherhood demanded of her by her father. The only thing she has ever wanted is to pursue her dreams of being a professional fiddler, and that is fully what she intends to do— with or without the blessing of her family.
    Nevertheless, all that, and so much more, is about to change when she is unwillingly persuaded into participating in her older cousin’s girlish, traditional Celtic love spell to see the face of the lad she will be destined to marry. Aislinn doesn’t take it at all seriously, until that night when she dreams of a handsome dark-haired lad— just as she was told would happen.
    Falling for some charming lad was never part of her plans. Only now, Aislinn cannot seem to shake her obsession with him— nor does she want to! And though she never looks back after he comes into her life, things seem to do anything but fall beautifully into place. The vision of Donovan wasn’t the only vision that Aislinn had ever experienced. She had always felt out of the ordinary somehow.
    She just didn’t know why— yet.
    Her father never misses an opportunity to rebuke Aislinn for her peculiarities. He accuses her of being a changeling of the sidhe, the dreaded faerie folk of Ireland that delight in causing mischief for decent folk like him.
    Perhaps she is.
    Fact is, for most of her life, Aislinn has been tormented by strange visions. And now, every one of them is about to manifest themselves to her.
    Just when all Aislinn believes she wanted is right within her grasp, she awakes in a strange bed in a castle surrounded by Vampires and the commanding presence of a striking man with an otherworldly attraction. She has no idea of his intentions, but from the shivers surging down her spine she is certain she’s about to find out.
    Everything is about to change . . .
    She finds herself heaved into a world of secrets, violence and lust so powerful— it will either consume her or destroy her.
    The thing is, Aislinn has no earthly idea of who or what she actually is. To discover the secret for herself, she will embark on a quest which will test her strength and devotion more than she could ever have imagined.
    But first, she’ll have to lose everything!


‘Cailín’ is a 296 Page Full-length Novel.



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‘Book II of the Anam Céile Chronicles





"Do I deserve love again when I have done nothing but murder? And when again I do find him, will there be anything of me left to give?"

Though she treasures her homeland of Ireland, Aislinn only knows she must find escape from the painful memories. Not knowing where she is heading, her intuition beckons her to Italy. Perhaps, she will resume her long ago dreams of becoming a famous violinist— such a thing would be possible there. But that was before her existence had been altered by her love for Donovan. How can those old dreams possibly even matter anymore—when she has lost everything that did matter?
Barely sustaining herself in the underground of Florence, Aislinn is found by a couple of
stunning seasoned vampires who offer to take her under their wing and demonstrate to her how a vampiress should be conducting herself. While relieved to be taken from her dreary
homeless existence and to be living in their beautiful old villa, she finds acclimating to their
régime of seducing their helpless male prey with the lure of sexual promises to be inflicting
turmoil on her conscience.
There is one catch. Aislinn is truly enticed by Katja, the angelic Hungarian golden-haired
vampire. When Katja seduces her, Aislinn is awakened to pleasures she never imagined existed before.
And she wants more. Much more . . .
Even as she battles against everything that they are—and in turn, everything she is becoming—Aislinn cannot help but be overcome with the intense sexual lust, as well as the
bloodlust of their realm. Determined to find her love reincarnate once again—as she avowed to him as he lay dying in her arms—she is struggling against losing herself and preserving her virginity in the midst of these increasingly overwhelming desires.
Then, one day, Aislinn is certain she glimpses and catches the scent of her love. With this new driving force, she is desperate to be with him again. But she knows she must be vigilant in safeguarding her secret.  It is vital that she finds him before they do and relish turning him into their next victim.
When her cohorts imprison Aislinn in the dungeon, she sinks into despair. Now, how will she ever find him?
Worse yet, trapped there, how will she protect her love from them?
What Aislinn does not know is that she possesses powers of which she is unaware.
Will she discover them in time to save herself—and her one true love?


‘Soeis’ Book II of Anam Céile Chronicles, is a 276 Page Full-length Novel.


'Soeis' 
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Book III of the Anam Céile Chronicles

 



The Path which Destiny Beckons . . .


After bidding farewell to her homeland of Ireland once more, Aislinn courageously returns to Italy to accept the offer presented her by the sophisticated male vampire, Niccolò, to reside with him in the beautiful Renaissance city of Florence.


She is anxious to learn from him of his more compassionate and less primeval lifestyle as a vampire. Finally, never will she have to kill again to satisfy her blood lust!

But, will it really be as simple as all that?

Aislinn is disheartened when it does not go as effortlessly as she had hoped, and she must deal with killing again, even if it was by accident. Then, once she finally has that mastered, she must struggle against another sort of lust overwhelming her every time she is with her latest young male blood servant. Fearing she will make a mistake and lose herself to his charms, Aislinn hastily sends him away.

Niccolò also introduces her to a more cultured life, showing her things and taking her places she would have never seen. After visiting Sanguelascivia, an erotic club with courtesans who cater to vampires, she takes on a female blood servant so that she will not be under the temptation of a man. They grow close— in every way imaginable. Being with Giuliana at least offers Aislinn some gratification from her persistently all-consuming sexual needs, until the day she can be reunited with her soul mate— soon, she prays.

 She focuses her efforts on searching the city for the man she is convinced is the reincarnate of her lost love, Donovan— the very reason she returned to Italy. She tracks him down by his scent and he begins courting her ardently. Aislinn is quickly becoming rapt by his charms and is more than ready to succumb to his seductive touch. But is she absolutely sure it is him, after all, or is she only making yet another serious misjudgment?

And then to make matters more confusing, Aislinn begins having recurring dreams and fantasies about Voljidaar, her dark and alluring creator from the land of cold and snow with his long pale hair and penetrating ice blue eyes, amongst his other even more desirable features . . .

If only she knew for certain the correct path, the one to which her true fate summons.  




LeannánBook III of Anam Céile Chronicles, is a 212 Page Full-length Novel.



Leannán

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'Sanguelascivia Novellas Trio

Including the Award Winning Books


'The Submission of Giuliana', 

'The Seduction of Gretchen'
'The Love of Vincenzo'









 'The Submission of Giuliana'



Awarded 1st Place 2013 Reviewer's Choice 'Best Erotic Paranormal Romance Novella

   Paranormal Romance Guild                      

     
"As I lay there being taken by two men, my orgasm swept through me, yet it was for another who had pleasured me only in the realm of my mind."

Giuliana never dreamed life would lead her to where she is now-- serving as a courtesan in the swanky vampire theatre Sanguelascivia in Venice, Italy. Some days, she hates to admit, she loves her job what woman wouldn't enjoy being sexually pleasured in a variety of new ways every day? She has been serviced by some of the most mouthwatering men she has ever laid eyes on.

And still other days, she cannot believe she has lowered herself to this. Then there are the Vampire patrons to whom she is expected to submit and service privately after the shows. Her life at Sanguelascivia is in severe contrast to the simple life she once knew with her husband and child. But she no longer allows herself to think of them. It is too painful to face the loss.

Giuliana vowed she would never love again. That is, until she sees Vincenzo her first night at the theatre and something stirs deep within her. Night after night she aches as she watches him with other women, wondering when she will finally have her turn to be pleasured by him. The only way she is able to endure her performances with the other men and oft times women is to fantasize about him pleasuring her.


Will she ever feel him against her skin, feel his lips hot upon hers, feel him moving inside of her? 







     
 'The Love of Vincenzo' 




“The first time I laid eyes upon her, 
I was instantly mesmerized by her 
softness, her beauty. 

I knew at once that I was done for... 

Never would I want another woman.”

   

Vincenzo was reasonably happy with his life.  He had a stylish place to live and a job most other men would die for— having sex with multiple partners every night and servicing wealthy clients in the VIP, male and female alike.  For years now, he had been one of the star performers at Sanguelascivia, a swanky erotic nightclub in Venice for the Vampire elite.

But then Giuliana wandered in to the club, a destitute young widow who had nowhere else to turn.  She was nothing like the other women there at Sanguelascivia.  Sure, many of them were gorgeous and naturally, he enjoyed fucking them, but none of them ever interested him in the least.      Perhaps it was merely because Giuliana was not yet hardened by this lifestyle.  She was beautiful in a soft and compassionate kind of way that he had not known in a long time. 


Never had Vincenzo seen anyone quite like her.
And now, he could not seem to get her out of his mind. 
Nor did he want to.

Vincenzo begins fantasizing about Giuliana during his every performance with the other women.  Then he must agonizingly witness her initiation performance with two men.  Will he be able to stand it, or will his emotion get the better of him? 

Will they ever be scheduled to perform together so that he may know the pleasure of being with her?  It is as if someone is determined to keep them apart…


But then something happens which forces Vincenzo to act quick, altering the course of both of their fates forever.  He has to make the most difficult choice of his life— fleeing Sanguelascivia, and the woman he loves.

Will he ever see Giuliana again or will he go through eternity longing for the one woman who has ever touched his heart?






'The Seduction of Gretchen'





I know that I should not allow myself to be vulnerable to a Vampire like this, but he has me so hot, how can I possibly deny him? 

 Besides he is far more than just a Vampire to me.  

He is my Vampire.  And I am his.






  Gretchen has worked at Sanguelascivia as an erotic performer and blood courtesan for several years, done it all, seen it all.  She thought she had grown numb to the Vampires whom she was required to service.  It was just a job.  They were just the clientele.

That is, until the night Lucius shows up. 

While on stage in the midst of her performance, Gretchen first locks eyes with him, his gleaming blue eyes never departing from her.  With every move she makes, she feels him watching her, making her hotter by the second.  She fully expects him to be there after the performance to request her services, but to her surprise, he is nowhere to be seen.  Perplexed, Gretchen tries to brush him from her mind, yet hard as she may try, she cannot. 

What is it about him?  No man— human or Vampire— has ever had her feeling quite like this, has ever penetrated her soul as he had.  And she isn’t sure whether she likes it.  But one thing is sure, there is no denying it.  What is happening to her?

Then soon again Lucius is there, boring into her with those cryptic eyes.  And once more, he disappears before the end of the night.  She finds herself fantasizing over this Vampire— something which she never thought she would do.  Gretchen resolves the next time she sees him, she’ll be damned if he’s going to slip away again without speaking to her.  She will take matters into her own hands if she must.  She will request him!

When at last she realises her long-awaited private session with him, Gretchen discovers Lucius has a delicious secret which she never thought possible.  And just as furtively as he appears, so does he vanish once more.  Left with so many questions, she can scarcely wait to see him again.  And Lucius only feeds her preoccupation with him, sending her expensive gifts in between his random visits.

Inferring a sense of urgency, this enigmatic Vampire suddenly asks to come away with him to Paris to be his bonded blood servant— and lover.  Relishing her sexual freedom, Gretchen has never been one to desire this arrangement so many others hoped for.  However, she fears that if she lets him go, she will never see him again, feel him again.  But, what will be in store for her once she leaves the familiar comfort of Sanguelascivia?




301 Pages.  The novellas from the Sanguelascivia Novellas Trio focus on individual character from 
Leannán Book III of the Anam Céile Chronicles, a series which centers around true love, soul mates, self-discovery, loss, vampires, lust, and the faith in reincarnation set in the lush backdrops of rugged Ireland, beautiful, culturally rich Venice and Florence, Italy, and Morocco, amongst others. They can be read alone or in conjunction with the series.





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DISCLAIMER: All Books Contain steamy Sensuality & Explicit Sexuality. Not intended for Readers below the age of Eighteen!



© 2013-15 Rosalind Scarlett


Thursday, January 22, 2015

ANNOUNCING THE RELEASE OF 'THE HUNTSMAN': VOLUME II OF THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF SNOW WHITE

The Erotic Adventures of Snow White 

(Fantasy Fairy tale Series Erotic Kingdom)

Snow White, the fairest maiden of the land, has more erotic adventures than any submissive could hope for— some welcome and others not— while journeying through the Kingdom of Lust to her ultimate destiny and Master. 



The Huntsman, Volume II of
The Erotic Adventures of Snow White


A sudden rude awakening has the Huntsman dragging Snow to the woods.  Upon discovering that the Queen has ordered her killed, Snow pleads with him for her life.  His covetous eyes perusing over the alluring Snow, he is quick to devise a fair exchange which she cannot refuse and thanks him copiously for sparing her. 

Snow begs for the Huntsman to be her new Master. After respectfully declining her tempting offer, he warns her to run far away, lest the Queen discover her alive.




Excerpt for 'The Huntsman', Volume II of The Erotic Adventures of Snow White 


It was in the early hours of the morning when Snow was so rudely jolted awake.  Forcing open her sapphire blue eyes, she looked up to see a large figure towering over her.  However, her vision was hazy in her half-awake state.  Thus, before she could discern who it was, the hovering figure was brusquely manipulating the shackles on her ankles.  Disoriented, in her alarm Snow assumed a fetal position.  The figure moved up set about removing the shackles from her wrists.  

Snow searched her brain for an answer to this rather incongruous event.  Particularly at this early hour, what reason could there possibly be for her to be awoken and unshackled? Whatever it was, one thing was to be certain— it could not have been good.  

All the other slaves still slumbered, and Snow doubted her Mistress, the Queen Ravenna, would be requesting carnal entertainment at such an early hour.  Besides, other than her initial claiming in the great auditorium when she had first been brought to the castle, all of her required performances had always been there in the dungeon where Snow had lived these past couple years.  That is, if one could refer to her life as she now knew it as living.  To be sure it was a very loosely coined term to apply to the existence she had known since first having been brought to serve the Queen quite against her will.

At last, her drowsy eyes had adjusted well enough to allow her to determine who it was that was now forcing her to her feet.  It was her Majesty’s huntsman.  

The Huntsman?  No!

This confirmed her worst fear.  It was bad.  Quite bad, indeed.  Nevertheless, Snow did not understand how this could be.  The Queen only sent her faithful huntsman after those unfortunate souls who had been deemed traitors or who had allegedly wronged the Queen in one trite way or another.  Snow thought very hard and yet could find no way in which she could have displeased the Queen to give her justification in wanting her once valued presence removed.

Reaching the exit to the dungeon, the Huntsman pulled open the heavy door easily with one hand, his other seizing tight the arm of the bewildered maiden.  Down the long corridor he marched her, until they had reached the commons of the castle.  All at once, a myriad of eyes shot in Snow’s direction, the noblemen gawking indecently, the ladies regarding her with loathing for the raw sexual appeal she held for their men. 

Were it not for the disconcerting uncertainty of her present predicament, Snow just may have thought the whole thing rather humorous, perhaps even strutted about with her head held high and her chest out just to spite them.  As it was, she had more grave matters weighing upon her mind.  Furthermore, she thought it ironic that even after all the time she had spent in the dungeon without having the privilege of being shielded in a single thread of garment, still she could feel shame as she was now forced to march through the castle for all eyes to gawk at her flagrant nakedness.

And for that reason withstanding, it felt like the final humiliation before the ultimate sentence.

Beginning to feel rather ill from this, Snow turned her face towards that of her assigned warden, hoping to convey her disgrace to him so that perhaps he would take pity upon her and cover her with the cloak he was wearing about his shoulders.  But to her disbelief, he did not look upon her, but maintained his unwavering gaze straight ahead.  In fact, the Huntsman had determined not to allow the loveliness of the maiden to in any way affect the mission he had been sent to carry out by her Majesty. 

She continued to stare at him, finding she was unable to will her eyes away.  And as she studied him, Snow found herself rather intrigued with the rugged handsomeness of the Huntsman.  All things considered, he was a considerable contrast to the fine-looking young gents in the dungeon to which Snow had become so accustomed.  A man of large stature, he towered over her and she did not doubt for one second that he could snap her in two with those strong hands of his, had he the mind to.  He possessed attractive features, his carved jawline covered in golden hair to match that upon his head, his broad shoulders easily putting him at twice her own breadth.  

Despite her present circumstance, Snow’s mind was already wandering, fantasizing about him taking her into his strong arms, how it might feel to have his coarsely bearded face pressed against the smoothness of hers in a passionate kiss— not to mention to other much more delicate regions of her body.  Suddenly Snow found herself yearning to be dominated by him, for him to command her to pleasure him.  And pleasuring another was something which Snow definitely knew well of.  The mere thought of showing this man all she could do had her insides stirring with want.  

What would it be like to be taken by a brawny man such as him?  I wonder how it would be to serve a man for once?  

Such illusions as these were clouding Snow’s thoughts as the Huntsman persisted in marching her through the castle gates and out towards the wood beyond.

Once they were well into the wood and out of sight of the castle, abruptly he released his hold upon her.  She was relieved to see him remove the cloak from around his own shoulders.  For the first time, turning to face her, the Huntsman swung the heavy cloak around hers.  As he slowly tied the ribbon into a bow beneath Snow’s chin, he lifted his eyes, at last making contact with hers.  Holding his gaze there, he seemed to look deeper still, as though yearning to reach into her soul.  The sensation alone of him gazing deep into her eyes like that made her quiver with desire.  In that moment, she became lost in them, and her other concerns virtually melted away. 

Re-asserting his steadfast position, the Huntsman averted his eyes from hers and turned back towards the path.  “That should help,” he stated simply.  And yet, that single statement instilled Snow with an abundance of hope— not to mention deepening her longing for him.  It was the first time she had heard his voice.  The low roughness of it made her sex clinch.  It was the voice of a man rather than a boy.  And she couldn’t help but imagine what sorts of lascivious things a full-fledged man such as him might be able to do to her. 

Raising his hand to her forearm, he resumed his firm grip upon her once more, and proceeded to lead her on down the path through the wood. 

Snow thought that they must have surely shared something significant in that prolonged moment.  Hoping that his simple gesture of kindness meant he was willing to show her some form of sympathy, she queried him, “Tell me, why have I been ordered to be removed from the dungeon… from the castle?” 

The Huntsman did not answer her, although she was certain she perceived the resolute expression upon his handsome face alter ever so slightly.  Recovering his silence, he led her on.  

When she felt she couldn’t stand another moment of his silence, Snow decided instead to focus upon the feel of his large hand around her arm.  And even though it was hurting her, so could she feel the heat of his skin burning into hers.  Soon it was as though a fire had ignited within her, the smouldering heat spreading through her until her sex, too, was afire— for him.  Liquefying her from within, it began seeping out, moistening her thighs as she walked beside him.

After quite some time had passed, in conflict with her desire, the ambiguity of her fate was also filling Snow with a mounting sense of dread.  Unable to take not knowing another second, anxiety took hold of her.

“I beg of you, Huntsman, please tell me where it is you are taking me?”





The Huntsman, Volume II 
The Erotic Adventures of Snow White

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©  2015  Rosalind Scarlett