Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Taking Chances Book Tour and Giveaway

Title: Taking Chances
Author: Suzette Cauler
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Risking her life is nothing new to shape-shifter Dakota Laveaux, but when the thief-for-hire enters the Ettore compound, she gets far more than she bargained for. Determined to keep a haunting promise, Dakota will do anything to complete her mission, but the dangerously sexy Kane Ettore, leader of the Ettore vampire clan, becomes a delicious distraction. From the moment they meet, Dakota is drawn along on a roller coaster ride of mistaken identities, missed chances, scorching passion, and undeniable bliss.
Has sleeping with the enemy ever felt so good?
Dakota is hopelessly torn between her need for revenge and the insatiable hunger Kane inspires in her. With her life hanging in the balance, Dakota must decide whether to trust the vampire she’s already betrayed or take her chances with the cunning werewolf who has promised to help her. How far will she go to win this deadly game, and will she lose her heart in the process?

Author Bio
Suzette Rose Cauler has loved books (all types really) for as long as she can remember. As a child, she'd get lost in books for hours, using a flashlight to read under the covers long past bedtime. She read her first romance novel as a preteen and was immediately hooked by the swoon-worthy heroes and daring, spunky damsels. Though her reading tastes have definitely matured, Suzette continues to enjoy romance novels, especially those of the erotic, paranormal, fantasy, or historical variety. She writes almost as voraciously as she reads and typically falls head over heels in love with her heroes.
Though everyday types of romantic situations do appeal to her, stories that include adventure, intrigue, or danger have always made Suzette's heart go pitter patter. If they incorporate some science fiction too, she is even happier. You'll find elements like these in most of her stories as well as strong heroines who can fight their own battles but sometimes enjoy letting someone else take the lead.
Suzette lives on the East Coast with five special people who help keep her spirit young and her imagination fresh.

Visit her website at: www.suzettecauler.com
Email her at: suzcauler@gmail.com
Twitter @suzcauler

Get your own copy of the book:  http://www.bookstrand.com/taking-chances


“Is this what you imagined while you touched yourself?” he asked, pulling back to look into her eyes.
As he held her gaze, Kane reached out and trailed two fingers between her breasts and then up and over each round globe in turn, circling the nipples, softly teasing their hardness. He moved as if he had all the time in the world. She started to look away, but he held the back of her head with his other hand, keeping her eyes on his as he stroked lower, caressing her trembling belly and down to her smooth mound.
“Or was it this?” he asked, caressing her cunt just as she had moments before. His touch was slow and gentle but the fire inside her built rapidly in response to it. She couldn’t deny that she wanted more. Yes, he’s definitely compelling me, she thought. But she didn’t care.
Dakota sighed involuntarily, and when Kane lightly parted her lower lips to touch his thumb to the opening of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself. She pressed forward, trying to get closer to his hand. He responded by drawing his thumb, wet with evidence of her arousal, up to lightly stroke her clit. The wave of pleasure she felt at his touch was almost unbearable.
She trembled as he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss, taking her as surely as he would if he’d stripped and penetrated her with his cock. Dakota was lost in lusting after the vampire who held her life in his hands. Logic tried to push its way to the front of her mind, but her body refused to allow it entry. Kane radiated sex, confidence and a certain purpose that made her stop caring what came next.
As the sexual tension built, Kane released her head and began trailing hot kisses along the path his fingers had taken, finally going to his knees in front of the tub. He reached up and cupped her full ass, drawing her forward as he kissed his way closer and closer to her pussy. Just as her knees started to shake and she began to feel sure she would come at the first touch of his lips, he lifted her still dripping form out of the tub. Pressing her back against the bathroom door and lifting her legs over his shoulders, he gave her an enigmatic look before burying his head between her slippery thighs.
She could feel his breath warm against her cunt as she closed her eyes, unable, unwilling to stop the wonderful madness. Dakota held on to him, breasts heaving in anticipation of feeling his tongue against her clit. She waited, growing impatient with desire and then squirming in an attempt to bring him in closer. His mouth was barely centimeters away from the current center of her existence, but…nothing. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to find him looking up at her, a question in his eyes.
What the fuck, she thought. He suddenly wants permission? She knew she should use this delay to stall things—to put a stop to this. It seemed he wouldn’t continue without her say, but she just closed her eyes, leaned her head back against the wall and breathed the only answer possible to his unspoken question. “Please.”
Kane didn’t delay. He set about teasing her with his lips and tongue, nuzzling her thighs and licking around but never touching the swollen bud aching with such need she thought she would explode. She’d never felt as wanton as she did then, completely naked in the arms of a fully clothed vamp and on the verge of begging him to stop teasing and just fuck her any way he wanted. He continued to kiss, lick, and nuzzle, toying with her but never bringing his tongue home. When she tried to pull his head closer, he used his ironlike strength to deny her.
Dakota didn’t think she could take much more of that kind of torture. She moaned loudly, completely unselfconscious as his lips and tongue pressed and tasted but refused to give her what she needed most. “I can’t… Please!” she begged, entangling her fingers in his hair, on the verge of screaming with wanting. “I can’t wait any longer!”
She thought she heard Kane laugh, but she couldn’t be sure because in the next instant he flicked his tongue between the lips of her cunt, finally touching just the tip of his tongue to the tip of her clit and thoroughly scattering what was left of her brains. She bucked against his face, and he gripped her buttocks, holding her steady as he massaged the throbbing bud with his masterful tongue. Flicking and rubbing, circling and suckling, he applied just the right amount of pressure, backing off when she got close to coming and then moving back in to rebuild the intensity once more. He prolonged her pleasure until she forgot she was solid and every bit of her awareness was centered between her legs.
All that mattered was the feel of his mouth and his tongue. All she cared about was that he not stop. She became mindless, writhing in his arms, holding his head close and fucking his mouth with pure abandon. And then it hit her. She exploded in an orgasm so strong it ripped a guttural cry from her throat and clamped his face between her thighs. She trembled and shook on his shoulders as he continued to gently lap at her cunt, licking the slickness that had gathered there. Dakota felt like jelly in his arms and silently prayed he wouldn’t set her on her feet. She doubted she could stand on her own.

Why I Write Erotic Romance By Suzette Rose Cauler

I’ve always loved reading. Since I was a little girl, I’ve literally devoured book after book, reading just about everything I could get my hands on. Often, I did--and still do--prefer reading a good book to watching television. Don’t get me wrong. I do have my favorite shows, but I just don’t get as lost in them as I do in reading.

As I got older, I discovered romance novels, and the very first I read in this genre were the closed-door type. You know the story. The main characters kiss and look at each other knowingly, and then the scene fades out--or the hero kicks the bedroom door shut before he turns to the practically swooning heroine to do whatever comes next. I really got into this type at first, but eventually, I grew frustrated. There I was, falling in love with that hero, falling in love with the idea of the main characters as a couple, and suddenly I was shut out. Up until then--I’d been privy to everything--their initial attraction, their doubts, their thoughts, the little (or sometimes big) mishaps that kept them apart. And just when the book was going in the direction I’d been hoping, I was left out in the cold, chilly and rather annoyed. I wanted to see where all of my cheering had lead.

Next, there were the books that were just a little more exciting. These books invited me into the bedroom but used a lot of euphemisms to describe lovemaking. I can read them--even now, and enjoy them, but often something just feels off-something is missing. I mean, I can only read so much about the heroine’s vision shattering into a million blades of light after which she floats back to reality on clouds of bliss. I still feel like I’m missing out on that true connection.

I read my first erotic romance maybe about a decade ago, and I was hooked. Finally, I was let in on the punch line, and it was breathtaking. I got to feel the heat of those to-die for romances, fall even more in love with the hero, and experience how the main characters’ connection worked not only outside the bedroom but also in it. I was thrilled! I still read the other type--the romance with all the purple prose, if the book is well written. But I really go gaga for the sizzle, and that takes me to why I write erotic romance. Taking Chances is my debut book, though not by far the first romance I’ve written. I wrote a story I would like to read, complete with what I consider hot sex scenes. For me, the erotic scenes just take a good romance and make it that much better.

I’ve heard a lot of debate over the difference between writing porn and erotic romance. Personally, I have no problem with either one. However, for me, there is a difference. With porn, I’m just reading about bodies connecting. It’s raw sex and not much else. With erotic romance, the bodies definitely connect, but there’s also the attraction, getting to know the characters, an engaging plot, and finally the love connection that leaves me sighing when it’s all over and reaching for the next book.

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