Meet the harem 😈
over 3 years ago – Thu, Nov 17, 2022 at 11:10:50 AM

I love a good fantasy, pun intended, and this series is my first playing with the multiple-mate dynamic. My fantasies usually start with my favorite fantasy lover and build from there. When fellow author, Tessa Cole, pushed my wee ass into the paranormal RH deep end 🙀, I had my doubts. After all, it's hard enough to manage one guy, right? Well, little did I know I'd get bitten with the best of all fantasies...

Sexy Sins Afterlife Retreat in a nutshell:

🔥 Fast burn
🔥 Four very hot guys
🔥 Destined mates who get a second chance
💁‍♀️ One very sassy heroine
🌟 Four steaming hot guys . . . oh, did I mention that already? Well, here they are...

Joe Bob. . .

Yes, most of my fantasies hero choices start with Brad Pitt. What can I say . . . even Hubster agrees that if one's beloved wife has to have a fantasy lover, Brad is a great choice. (And no, he didn't choke when he said it . . . He loves me. 😈) However, in this case, and no doubt given the circumstance—I was writing beside my Hubster lying in an ICU bed, Hubster's face kept flickering across dear Brad's handsome mug, and so, Joe Bob was born. Here are a few of his vital statistics:

😇 The angel of death

🙋🏼‍♂️ Handles complaints at the Sexy Sins Retreat

👎🏼 Strong ideas about right and wrong

😨 Fears intimacy

💖 Lilith's current fave fantasy 😝

Francis. . .

I'm very much a panster and only outline the major plot points, so it came as quite the surprise when Jamie Fraser came calling demanding to be my Scottish vampire. When he dropped into my mind, I thought he was French, but he quickly made it known that the Scotts did travel in the 1400s.

🖤 Lost virginity to an English countess in 1542

🧛🏼‍♂️ Turned to a vampire in 1561

👑 Guard to King Louis IV

🤵🏼 This vamp loves his suits

🩸 Immortal blood born vampire

Nameless (aka Nate). . .

Ah yes, our demon, Nameless. Hubster and I are musicians, and music is a constant in our lives. We share a love of Prince, although I will admit that Hubster wasn't as enamored with his movie Purple Rain as I was. A couple of scenes from the movie, along with some of Prince's quirks, kept dropping into my mind as I wrote, but I needed a hotter body. Several searches later, this hot demon made an appearance and Nameless, with his purple guitar, joined Tate's harem. Here are a few of his vital stats. . .

🎸 Never seen without his purple guitar

👿 Rejected by Tate in a previous life

🔏 Very private, mysterious and eccentric (no shit, Sherlock 😂)

🕴🏼 Flashy dresser, always wears couture

🌸 Wears lavender scent

Caleb. . .

Yes, yes, Caleb is my "cougar" fantasy because isn't despoiling an innocent younger man one of our favorite fantasies?

Somehow (read the book 😜), Caleb's managed to hold onto his virginity through several lifetimes. He’s as loyal as they come, completely disorganized — goes to the golf course without shoes and concerts without tickets — and would do anything for you. And, he’s an emotional sot and unashamed of it. Loves deeply and loyally! Every harem needs a Caleb!

🐺 Wolf Shifter — turned in 1762

💘 Imprinted on Gianna, but she chose Francis

😡 Blames Francis for Tate's death

🤐 Secretly loves Francis

⚔ Accidentally killed someone

Here's your first Sizzle Secret & stretch goal reward! 🎉
over 3 years ago – Wed, Nov 16, 2022 at 02:37:28 PM

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First stretch goal UNLOCKED!
over 3 years ago – Wed, Nov 16, 2022 at 02:07:59 PM

Thank you all for supporting this project! 

We hit our first stretch goal of $1,000 CAD so I'll be sending all backers an ebook copy of Mick's Mission,  the story about Tate's best friend and her hot love.

Magic Wand Alert and a sizzling hot teaser for you 🔥
over 3 years ago – Wed, Nov 16, 2022 at 05:10:16 AM

Greetings, backers — I've been off dealing with another of life's little surprises . . . my beloved aunt died this weekend after a short but hard struggle with lymphoma. 😥 My heart breaks, but I take comfort in knowing she had a long and full life.

My aunt Vera loved to party, and she loved LOVE. She was very proud of my writing and was a huge cheerleader for my Kickstarter exclusives, so let's get at it. . .

Aunt Vera loved my magic wand idea and put my prototype to good use by casting spells on her roommates at the seniors' home. 😉 Each wand is custom-made, blessed by Aphrodite and embossed with a dove feather to enhance the Aphrodite connection. Wandmaker Jessie does beautiful work and infuses each wand with love. My limited-edition Love Wands will be available on Kickstarter only!

When we reach our first stretch goal of $1,000 CAD, I'll send backers a copy of Mick's Mission, the story about Tate's best friend and her hot love. When we hit the stretch goal of $1,500 CAD, I'll add a rose quartz charm to any wand orders. At $2,000, I'll add the spell card. More on these stretch goals later.

Scroll down for a hot scene from Francis. Be well, and keep feeding your fantasies!

Lilith xoxo

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Francis, my Scottish Vampire 🔥

“Francis!” Tate’s voice rings sharp and insistent through the murky darkness. I turn toward the sound as my preternatural vision adjusts to the nothingness. How the hell did the wee shite get through the portal? Mo chridhe.

“Oh, there you are. Is this purgatory?” Tate’s voice plants itself in my head.

“No, it’s the Fade, which is more like a corridor between Bardo and the Nyx, a place of absolute oblivion.” A silver thread of light encircles my wrist and has snagged Tate’s unity brand, linking us, but the light flickers as wisps of black smoke weave around it. “You have to get out of here.” I’m fading fast into the eternal coma, the Nyx, the particles of my body barely holding form. “You’ve got to get out of here now. You’re in danger here.” My thoughts join strength with my urgency, giving me a slight foothold in the Fade.

“I’m not leaving without you.” Tate takes hold of the ether circling the light thread and holds on tight, pulling me to her at the same time as she silently screams Bob’s name. A strong shaft of light breaks through the shadow and wraps around her unity brand like a cuff. With a final yank on the light thread, she grabs my hand and pulls me in her wake. An instant later, we’re lying on the kitchen’s slate floor.

“I’ve got him.” Caleb’s dependable voice sounds strong and true through the fog. Then, his astral energy manipulation ether encases me, precariously holding me from slipping back into the Fade.

“He absorbed too much power from the incubus, and that can be fatal. We’ve got to help him and fast.” Robert’s ether brushes over me. “Gods damn, it’s not working. Hang on there, buddy.” Robert’s hazy form shimmers beside me.

“Is he melting or something? What’s happening?” Tate sounds on the verge of panic, and I wish there were something I could do to ease her fear.

“When Francis absorbs another being’s power, he loses layers of his corporeal being. That’s the trade-off of going up against evil spirits,” Caleb says. “We have very little time.”

“What do we need to do?” Tate asks.

The voices blend together as I fade almost welcoming the idea of oblivion.

“Can you get a drop of your blood into his mouth?” Bob says. “That might be enough to allow his fangs to descend so he can join with you. It’s the only way he can get enough ether to save him.”

“I can do that.” My Gianna’s voice is relieved, hopeful, and jolts me right out of my self-pity. I latch on to a thread of ether and hang on for dear life, waiting for her blood.

“It might kill you.” Bob is right to put Gianna’s welfare before mine. Even thinking of the risk of feeding on her is enough to make the bonds that hold my form together weaken.

“If I don’t try, it will definitely kill him, right? Are you all right with this?”

“He’s fading!” Caleb’s alarm makes my heart ache.

“Save him, Tate. We’ll figure out the rest later.” Robert’s penetrating voice breaks through the fog. “Open your mouth, Francis.”

I struggle against the inviting pull of the void and open my mouth a crack.

“Give me your hand, Tate,” Caleb says. “I’ve shifted my hand. I can open your vein with a claw.”

“Ouch. Godsdammit.” My Gianna’s melodic voice drifts into what consciousness I have left, and I lean toward it. Hot moisture hits my lips. Seconds later, energy surges through me, and my fangs descend, blocking out the moaning coming from the woman before me. Blocking out everything but the need to have her, take her essence. I rear up and sink my fangs in the side of her neck, groaning as the symbiotic exchange of our fluids pulls me back toward this realm. I take a long pull on her blood, letting her energy surge through me. Someone wrenches my head back.

“Enough, Francis! It’s working. Get ready, Bob. He’ll take her hard. I’ll keep her warm. You breathe ether into her.” Caleb’s voice barely registers as my Gianna’s sweet nectar hits my bloodstream.

I rip off her clothes and set her on the fleshy chair holding her. I spread her legs and plunge into her, blind to anything but stopping the pull of the Fade waiting to take me to the Nyx. My Gianna screams as I ram into her and spreads her legs wider.

As her essence coats my cock, energy continues to surge through me until my corporeal form solidifies. I open my eyes, blind to anything but my Gianna taking large, gulping breaths of sunlit ether coming from somewhere behind my shoulder. Her eyes fasten on mine, and I almost drown in the mixture of love and pain coming at me. Yet at my gaze, she relaxes and locks her legs around my hips, lets me take what I need. I fuck her with the violence of passion stored for over four hundred years, accept the healing I’ve needed for centuries.

With each thrust and breath, the ether works its magic. My body rebuilds its form. I howl as pain and pleasure course through me. It’s happening. Golden ether slips under my skin, rebuilding my unity brand and winding it tightly together with Tate’s, driving me to rut even harder, claim her in a way I’ve never been able to for all these centuries. Gianna’s moans form a backdrop of distant music as our destiny is realized.

Gianna’s hips meet me thrust for thrust, just as they had that one glorious day centuries ago when I’d taken her . . . and taken her life. But I’m too far into the grip of unity heat to let the usual crippling fear take hold. I will never again cause her death. Her cunt locks around my cock, and I lose myself to the ride.

A flood of passion, restrained for centuries, builds behind my balls, gaining pressure with each thrust. It bursts forth as pleasure washes through my system, another thing I haven’t felt for centuries. I howl again, insensible from the sheer force of it.

What is the Sexy Sins Afterlife Retreat about?
over 3 years ago – Mon, Nov 14, 2022 at 04:38:02 PM

Hello there, lovely Kickstarter backers! 

Yes, Hubster is stalking me and insisting I remind you what this omnibus story is about. And yes, I hear that voice in the peanut gallery muttering that dying men can't "stalk," but you would be wrong. He hooks that pain pump around his waist and hovers over me while I work . . . he's here now *sigh* making sure I'm following orders (because on his death bed, he imagines himself to be some kind of Dom 😂).

Okay, read on. Be well and keep feeding your fantasies!

Lilith xoxo

The Sexy Sins Afterlife Retreat is part of the afterlife world in the realm of Bardo, the world between lives for mortals. Here, the gods charge our heroine, Tate Spencer, with ridding the retreat of an incubus invasion, but her mind quickly becomes occupied elsewhere . . . With not one but four hot men—an angel who may or may not be the incarnation of her beloved dead husband, a Scottish vampire, a musical but snarky demon and a vestal shifter. And the fun begins. . .

Here's the blurb:

Warning: This book has one strong woman and four dangerously sexy immortal men.

She’s been their fated mate in every life they’ve lived and they refuse to live one without her.

Read this book if you like why choose romance with a paranormal twist and hunky guys times 4!

Tate Spencer’s biggest problem isn’t that she’s supposedly dead, or that she has four sinfully sexy men claiming she’s their fated mate. Her biggest problem is that one of the men says he’s the Angel of Death, but he looks exactly like her recently deceased husband.

Angel of Death, aka, Bob Morrison can’t believe he’s getting a second chance with the woman he loved on Earth and lost.

But before things can heat up between them, he has to help Tate save Sexy Sins Afterlife Retreat from a demon invasion and help her safely navigate the supernatural realm.

Talk about a wild mid-life crisis. Today is the day Tate finds out reincarnation is a real thing, discovers she has supernatural powers of her own and falls in love with four guys determined to make her every fantasy a reality.

Imagine fated mates, a spunky mid-life heroine who doesn’t know just how special she is, off-the-charts-chemistry, a smoldering cast of broody, hot-blooded, protective heroes, and an irresistible story that will keep you turning the pages late into the night.