Fantasy Day!

Forbidden, by Lila Dubois

Erotic Fantasy is a wonderful, wonderful genre. I originally started reading, and writing, erotic romance for the SciFi and Fantasy stories.

My first ever book is a super sexy Fantasy, that’s the first in a series called the Zinah series.

The Land Between the Seas, a world in peril, is the responsibility of one woman. Cryessa, High Priestess of the land by birth and training, is strong and commanding, but locked in a life and death struggle to protect her people from the King, who bears a centuries old hate for the Temple.

Bound to her in slavery, prisoners of war and captives of fate, five men serve as her aides, her lovers, her slaves. One, however, is bound to her with something stronger, deeper, and utterly forbidden. Tamlohn, kidnapped and given to her in chains, chafes at his bindings, but continues to submit, in every way, because of his love and hers.

The political climate in the kingdom is steadily worsening. King Throlock, like his predecessors before him, rules the land only for his own pleasure. He has been continually thwarted by the efforts of the Priestess, while his multiple plots to overthrow or control the Temple have failed. Each failure has only made the King more petulant, vindictive, and determined to hurt those who hinder him, particularly the beloved and dedicated High Priestess.

Cryessa takes on the King and a centuries-old curse to protect her people, the temple, and the traditions she is entrusted to keep, no matter the cost to herself and her slaves. But, in a land steeped in ritual and magic, bound by rules that are indissoluble, can she protect herself from love —the highest form of treason?

The excerpt is not safe for work, so reader beware!

Reaching beneath her spread thighs, she grasped Rohaj’s thick cock and guided it to her waiting pussy; slowly she sank on it, just a few inches, coating the tip with her cream. Lifting, she pulled his cock from her pussy and, angling her body, positioned the head of his cock at the tight entrance to her ass. She heard Rohaj suck in his breath. It was always a great privilege for their cocks to be allowed inside her body in any way, let alone in this dark entrance.
With a low, throaty moan, the Priestess began to lower herself onto Rohaj’s cock. It was so thick that the pleasure danced with pain. She gripped Tamlohn’s forearm with one hand, the other behind her braced against Rohaj’s chest.
Rohaj’s breath was coming hard and fast. “Priestess, please, I must, I must move.”
“Move and I will have your cock in a vice for a week.” With her, this was no idle threat. “Tamlohn, give him five across the chest to calm him down.”
Immediately Tamlohn picked up the flogger and landed five brutal blows, carefully avoiding her hand, each one punctuated by a guttural grunt. The Priestess continued to use his cock as her personal toy, sinking down until she was sitting on his thighs.
“Ah, yes, it has been too long since I have had one of you in here,” She wiggled back and forth slightly, a strangled sound coming from between Rohaj’s clenched teeth.
“Sesah, Anleeh, to me.”
They both rose, coming eagerly to the couch.
Without any discussion, she hooked a finger in each man’s collar and pulled their heads to her breasts; immediately each nipple was engulfed by a warm mouth. Sesah was more apt to use teeth to bite, the lovely sting just what she was in the mood for.
“Anleeh, more teeth.”
Immediately she felt teeth dig into her left nipple, the pain darting down into her still empty sex. Hands hooked into the collars of the men on her breasts, she looked at Tamlohn. They both knew where she wanted his cock. Rarely would she let any but him into her sex.
“Come to me.”
The Priestess watched him approach, crawling up from the bottom of the chaise. She shifted her legs apart, bracing them on the shoulders of the men kneeling on the ground. When he was close enough, she pulled him to her, making him brace his hands on either side of her, against Rohaj’s chest, his chest brushing the backs of the heads of the men at her breasts.
“Now, my pretty slaves, none of you may come until I do and until I give you permission. Anleeh and Sesah, if your lips leave my nipples for even one moment, your cocks will feel my displeasure. Rohaj, you will not move. Tamlohn, come closer. Bring your cock all the way into me, carefully, and then brace yourself against Rohaj; you are not allowed to move after that.”

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For Fantasy I’m going to go with Dragons…I mean, sure it could be considered shifters or paranormal…but for today…it’s Fantasy. lol And this one…this one is FREE. lol  AND…the awesome Valerie Tibbs did the cover for me!


Free Read from Kris Reader Chooses Blog

1. the setting ~ an abandoned stone tower… or is it…

2. some background to one of the main protags ~ one wishes the seven guys he lived with were more his type

3. another character/s ~ It was a tie! I LOVE when it’s a tie. Jambrea has to include a snarky side kick AND a talking wand in her story. Woot!

4. a conflict ~ a dragon thinks the virgin hero would make a yummy meal *Perves!*

5. an object/phrase to be mentioned in the story somewhere ~ ‘Where the fu*k is a Fairy Godmother when you need one?’


“Where the fuck is a fairy godmother when you need one?” Blaze asked in frustration.

“You know they’re a myth.” Ember cocked a brow at him.

“So are dragon shifters, but here we are,” Blaze countered.

“Hardy-har-har.” Ember slapped him on the back.

“Just shut it and help me get out of these damn weeds. You’d think they were alive the way they’re clinging.” Not only was he stuck, but the day wasn’t going how he’d planned.

“It’s your own damn fault. Why did you want to go to that stupid tower today anyway? It’s been empty for centuries.” Ember tugged at a particularly stubborn weed around Blaze’s ankle.

“I heard about it yesterday at the pub. One of the stooges said they saw something strange there and I want to check it out.”

“Yeah, right. You know those idiots were pulling your tail. You just want to get away from your roommates.”

“You would too. All they care about is working out and shifting. I’m sick of it. Why can’t any of them be normal?” It had almost come out as a whine. Blaze cleared his throat.

“By normal do you mean fuckable by your standards? And why did you have to move in with not one or two, but seven dragon shifters. That was just asking for a headache.”

“You’re just jealous you’re not the one living there. I know you want Pyre’s ass.” Blaze smirked.

“Shut the fuck up. Besides, it’s Flame I want. Pyre is a dillhole. There, you’re free. I’m outta here. If I wanted to be tormented I would have stayed home.”

“I’m sorry, man. Just, do this. For me. I’ll see what I can do to hook you and Flame up.” Blaze patted Ember on the back.

“Toss in Spark and we have a deal.”

“They’re not toys. It’s not like I can just hand them over you know.”

“Hey, it was worth a shot.” Ember winked at him.

You can download it free at ARe.


I’m a fantasy junkie. Love me some Robert Jordan, Raymond E Feist and, when in the mood for something light and fluffy, some David Eddings. The Sun Sword is part sci-fi, part fantasy, about a young warrior steeped in prophesy and the ultimate weapn capable of destroying world in her hands.

She has the power to bring new life…or utterly destroy it.

Torin Kerridon, the last warrior from an ancient order, is drawn to an abandoned, dying Earth, where he finds a forgotten young woman. A woman forged by the Immortals to wield the ultimate weapon—the Sun Sword. A woman capable of commanding the power of the suns. A woman with no past and no memory, the body of an angel and the spirit of a demon. He will train her. Prepare her.

Hunted all her life, Kala Rei has endured more than one woman should. Sheer grit, and a dangerous skill with a lead pipe, are the key to her survival. But nothing threatens her sense of safety more than dominance-oozing Torin. He wants her, but not for what’s between her legs. For what he believes her to be—some ludicrous savior from some absurd prophecy. No matter…his offer to take her away from Earth is too good to refuse.

But when a savage desire begins to burn between them, both Torin and Kala are in danger—and so are the worlds of man.

Product Warnings: This book contains an ancient prophecy that can’t be denied, a brooding hero tormented by desire, a stubborn woman who hungers for his touch, a villain so vile you’ll want to kill him yourself and sex so hot it’ll melt the suns of the known universes…and then some.


Torin Kerridon walked down the rubbish-strewn street, studying the derelict buildings, stunted fauna and polluted sky. So, this is Earth.

He curled his nose, moving his right hand closer to his disruptor. He didn’t expect anyone to attack him—he doubted anyone still living on the once-prosperous planet was healthy enough to pose any threat—but that didn’t mean he relaxed his guard.

You relaxed your guard, you died. That was the way of the Sol.

Besides, somewhere on this forgotten hunk of dying rock was a warrior of supreme force and skill. A warrior more deadly than the entire Sol Order combined. Even if he didn’t know it yet.

Stepping over a fallen tree, the leaves long dead, the branches withered and twisted as though tortured, Torin scanned the immediate area. The Old Seer had sworn the One Who Burns could be found somewhere in this vicinity. He’d been quite adamant about it in fact, almost having an apoplexy when Torin had voiced his doubt.

The old man had refused to listen to reason and, invoking the Sol Edict, had commanded Torin leave P’helios immediately for the abandoned planet.

Casting a dubious look at the closest building, boarded-up windows doing little to hide its desolate decay, Torin shook his head. The Old Seer was never wrong. If he said the One Who Burns was here, he was here. Somewhere. The southern hemisphere of the planet had survived the Third Global with the least destruction, the planet’s ailing weather patterns saving it from the initial bio detonation. Torin looked up at the sky and scowled. Polluted storm clouds boiled and rolled above him. The Old Seer had drawn the constellation under which Torin would find the One Who Burns, sightless eyes staring at the parchment as he’d inked the angled five-starred cross. The map however was useless.

Returning his attention to the buildings around him, Torin continued forward. He didn’t need to see the stars to know he was in the correct location. The sensors on his ship, Helios Blade, indicated a significant number of life signs in this quadrant. The only sign of life on the eastern coastline of the large landmass to be exact—a paltry four hundred and forty-two souls. According to the Old Seer, the One Who Burns was among them.

Torin frowned, looking at the empty, desolate dwellings around him. How are you going to find him, Kerridon?

He let out a silent grunt, his skepticism pushed further by his bleak surrounds. The Old Seer had told him the One Who Burns would find him, but he couldn’t help wondering how.

“The One will come to you. Walk through the streets of dismay with want in your soul, belief in your heart and the One will come to you. This you must do. Or the hearts of man will be—”

His proclamation had ended there. The Old Seer’s sightless eyes had rolled back into his ancient head, he’d hitched in a sharp breath and died.

Torin clenched his fist, the memory of his Sol guide’s death still jarring. The Old Seer had charged him with a task and he must obey. He was the last of the Sol Order. The last warrior charged with the protection of the Sun Sword, the ultimate weapon in the known universes. A weapon forged by the Immortals and discovered by the Oracle. A weapon created to end all life and begin it. He needed to find the one who was born to wield the blade before the False Fire did. If he failed, the worlds of man would cease to—

A ball of solid steel smashed into his chest, hurling him backward. His heels tripped, his feet tangled and, before he knew it, he was on his back staring at the bruised, polluted sky. Pain radiated through him. Syunna, what was that?

He flipped his body from the filth-strewn ground, disruptor drawn.

And found a tiny slip of a girl no taller than his chest standing before him, green eyes burning with golden fire, short black hair a spiky crown of mess. She glared at him, a long, rusted steel pipe clenched in her small fists. “Whoever you are, you’re not welcome here,” she growled, her voice husky. And angry. Very angry.

Torin frowned, resisting the urge to lift his hand and rub his chest. By the gods, what had she hit him with?

What do you mean_, she? Surely you don’t think this whelp put you on your arse, do you?

He returned his disruptor to its holster. “I have no issue with you, girl.” He began walking forward. “Move aside before I put you across my knee and—”

She threw herself at him. Feet first.

Her bootless heels struck his gut like two small balls of steel. He stumbled again, dumbstruck.

She swung the pipe, smashing it against his jaw as he fell.

White agony detonated in his head. He let out a shout of rage and indignation. How could a scrap of a child move so quickly? And hit so hard?

Before he could contemplate the answer, she straddled his chest, the steel pipe rammed under his chin. Choking him.

She glared down at him, the fury in her eyes seismic. “I will not let your kind touch me again.”

Torin stared at her, teeth clenched. “I’m not going to touch you. Now get off me before I give you a damn good—”

She didn’t let him finish. Fear flooded her eyes, turning the rage there to icy terror. She smashed the pipe against his face, his jaw, his shoulders, her tiny body trembling, her face set.

Pain erupted in his head. He let out a shout, more of surprise than agony, and grabbed at her wrists.

She was quick.

He was quicker.

Before she could strike him again with that cursed steel pipe, he yanked her body forward, threw her to ground beside him and rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath his weight.

“Get off me!” she screamed, thrashing and bucking like a wild animal.

He dodged another attempted blow from her right hand, fighting to keep her wrists in his grip.

Syunna, she’s strong for a scrap.

“Get off, me get off me, get off me!”

Her scream grew louder with every word, her eyes wider and more terrified.

“Stop it!” he roared, smacking her wrists to the ground beside her head and staring down into her muck-smeared face. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Ha!” she barked. “I’ve heard that before. Right before one of your kind shoves his dick between my legs.”

Cold fury rolled through Torin. His gut clenched at the implication behind her words and he fixed her with a steady look. “I, Torin Kerridon, last command warrior of the Sol Order and keeper of the Sun Sword’s truth, swear I will never bring harm upon your body.” He relaxed his hold on her wrists. A little. “Nor shove my dick between your legs.”

She glared up at him, green eyes flashing golden chips of rage.

He loosened his hold a fraction more. “This is my word and I swear it to you on my honour.”

She stopped fighting against his weight, expression guarded. Wary. “I swear I will rip your dick off and shove it down your throat if you break your word.”

The words were full of promise and Torin didn’t doubt—if given the chance—she would be capable of doing just so. He frowned, his gut still tight. “What is your name, child?”

Her jaw bunched, defiant strength glinting in her unusual eyes, and she shifted beneath him. “I’m not a child. I’m almost twenty-one.”

Torin suppressed the urge to smile. Almost twenty-one made her a child by his reasoning, and by his own advanced age. “What is your name, child?” he repeated, the need to know growing heavy in his gut.

Green eyes glinted. “Kala Rei. Now get off me.”

But Torin couldn’t move. He stared down at the dirty, skinny girl, every muscle in his body locked frozen with disbelief, his heart a thumping beat, his blood roaring in his ears.

Kala Rei.

The name whispered by the Immortals. The name he’d known all his life.

Kala Rei.

The One Who Burns.

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Gonna sneak in here and add one more…


I couldn’t let Fantasy Day pass me by, so here’s a little bit from my last Dragon Knights book, DRAGON STORM. I recently finished writing a new Dragon Knights book, which is with my editor right now. But for now, let’s catch up with Book #7 in the series:

Their love will span the ages and two very different worlds…

Driven by a magical storm into our world, twin dragon princes Darius and Connor must find a way home. They also find their mate. One woman who is mate to both princes. She holds both their hearts in the palm of her hand along with secrets about her origins and family.

Facing the failures of her past is the only way to get help for her new mates. Josie takes them on a journey to a far off land, there to seek her estranged grandfather’s counsel and aid in returning her lovers to their rightful place. She knows dragons cannot fly free in the modern world and is willing to give up everything — to give up her only chance for true love — to help them return to where they belong.

But fate has other plans for the trio. Magic swirls all around them… whether it is for good or ill, only time will tell.


Darius came awake in the middle of a forest. One wing was badly damaged, bloodied and torn undoubtedly from his trip through the leafy canopy. Looking upward, he could see the hole he’d made on his way down. He craned his long black neck to seek a similar pattern. His brother had to be nearby somewhere, but the trees here were too dense to navigate in his bulky dragon form.
Marshalling his strength, he changed from dragon to human, willing his clothing back from wherever it went when he changed. While some of his injuries improved in the magical transition, his left arm was still a mess. Nothing broken, thank goodness. Only a long, shallow gash graced his arm from shoulder to elbow. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. Nothing looked familiar. Nothing at all.
When the storm had come upon them—so suddenly it didn’t seem natural—they’d been flying northward over their own territory. They’d grown up in Draconia, learned to fly there and knew every inch of forest and field. This pine forest was familiar, yet not. This wasn’t like any of the forests in his homeland. It looked different, sounded different and even smelled different.
He also scented something that immediately raised the short hairs on the back of his neck.
The air reeked of the residual scent of massive and powerful magic.
I don’t think we’re in Draconia anymore.
No kidding.
Darius was relieved to hear the voice of his twin strong in his mind.
Where in the hells are you?
Step to your right and look up about twenty feet.
He did, relieved to see the black dragon clinging to a solid-looking pine tree. Connor was in better shape than Darius, with no visible injuries. He was relieved they’d both survived that wild trip.
Well, we wanted adventure,” Darius mused, looking around.
Looks like we got it.

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We hope you’ve enjoyed our Fantasy Day. We’d love to hear what you think about fantasy so leave us a comment. Plus someone will win a download of one of our featured books. 🙂

13 Responses to “Fantasy Day!”

  1. I do love fantasy romance–I’ve read a fair amount of straight fantasy, and it was a treat to see that there was fantasy ROMANCE 🙂 Woot! Some of these are already happily on my TBR!

  2. Yeah Fantasy! I haven’t read Lila’s, Lexxie’s or Bianca’s offerings, but I have read Jambrea’s freebie (so sweet! I love a man-virgin). I am woefully behind on my Dragon books, I really enjoy how Bianca writes them. They all sound like great, hot fun! I think Fantasy is so much fun, when the author can draw a world that seems plausible even though it’s entirely fictional.

  3. I love fantasy and romance together. Please don’t enter me for the contest though because I have all of the featured books today. Love them all, too.

  4. kaylynd Says:

    I read fantasy but it isn’t my absolute favorite. I love being transported to the different place authors take me to.

  5. June M. Says:

    I have not read a lot of books that I would classify as fantasy, but I have read and enjoyed a few. And I love paranormals so this is a category that I am interested in reading more of. I like fantasy & paranormals because each book is unique, authors can create any characters and worlds they want, nothing is impossible.

  6. caitymack Says:

    Thanks for sharing all those great excerpts with us. And, Jambrea, thanks for the link to Once Upon a Dragon, I just snagged a copy.

  7. I love fantasy and romance together. Where else can you experience something that is so far beyond reality. I get the chance to be/do something completely out of the ordinary when I enter the fantasy world in my books. Love them.

  8. Julianne Says:

    Fantasy is such a great genre, it has so many possibilities. OMG!!
    I want all these books, nothing greedy about me, is there? I love the covers, they’re great. Great excerpts, I wanna read more.

  9. micheleann oboyle Says:

    This book is very intriqing expert that I read

  10. Wow those were some awesome excepts, definitely need these 🙂

  11. I love fantasy stories because I think, there are so many more possibilities when you can create the entire world to your specifications. Great excerpts, cannot wait to read them (love Bianca’s Dragon stories 🙂

  12. I was never a fan of just plain fantasy but fantasy and romance together I love it. And especially Dragons! 🙂

  13. Courtney S Says:

    Dragon Storm looks interesting. I read Jambi’s Once Upon A Dragon for a challenge in the GR M/M Romance Group & liked it. Maybe I’m developing a dragon fetish?? LOL

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