I have to say, I love the fact of eBooks. Don’t get me
wrong, I like hardbacks and paperbacks too. But eBooks, well no one knows what
I’m reading. As covers have gotten more explicit, I got tired of the weird
looks, the people - especially those that don’t read - tipping their nose up at
my choices. It only made me want to smack them down. It’s none of their
business, but people are people. So now, with eBooks I can enjoy the erotic and
erotica I love to read.
I’ve always enjoyed writing, it really was a small step
for me to put my pen to paper but submitting it was a totally different thing
though. A scary one, but not an unexpected one. What surprised my family is how
long it actually took for me to take that step. And, no I’m not going to tell
you! Once I started though, I’m wasn’t willing to look back. My first published
short was a paranormal erotic romance. With dragon shifters. Yes plural. I
decided to go for broke and make it a ménage. For those that love erotic PNR,
Dragons’ Mate is a popular one.
Of course it wasn’t to everyone’s taste. That was evidenced
by some of the reviews. I laugh when I read, ‘I don’t really like erotic
stories but I thought I’d read this one.’ Long story short, they still don’t. Cue
the eye roll, I wasn’t really surprised. I know my goal should be to change
their minds, but well, not everyone will like it no matter what you do.
My second tale, Lightning Strike, is downright smutty. So I
thought how perfect to feature it on Smutmas. I had originally written it
to submit to a men’s line. I never did though. I couldn’t figure out the format
requested. I still haven’t! I softened it up a bit, gave it a HEA and submitted
to a different line. It was accepted. More men are reading it now, and I’ve
been getting some really interesting IM’s and emails, and I’ll leave it at
that. So enjoy the peek!
(Originally published on Smutmas)
Lightning Strike
By Beverly Ovalle
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
only .99
For generations Levi’s family had guarded
a sacred glen in the mountains. Still
far from man this isolated area was a favorite spot of his grandfather. Levi grew up listening to his tales and fell
in love without ever having stepped foot there.
Now Levi’s family, led by his grandmother, wanted to
sell the land. With only his grandfather
and Levi against it, Levi has to prove to the rest of the family why they
needed to continue their guardianship.
Believing in his grandfather’s tales despite himself, Levi went armed
with his camera and his well-known expertise behind the lens and headed out for
proof.
Providing that proof and protecting the secrets of
the glen from the world, Gaia needs to convince Levi to continue that
protection. Daphnaie, the embodiment of
his every dream, is sent to show him why, stealing his heart in the process to
save her world.
Excerpt:
Leaving her for a
moment, Levi took his sleeping bag from his knapsack and laid it out beyond the
fire damaged grass, making sure to unzip it to be able to put her in it. Checking
her limbs, he didn’t feel any breaks. He tried not to notice how shapely those
limbs were.
Ignoring his libido,
Levi checked her over as he had been trained. It didn’t matter how long he had
been away from the battlefield, Levi’s instincts kicked in, checking the vitals
of the wounded woman in front of him. It was usually a man though, his thoughts
drifting to the images he’d rather forget. Forcibly bringing his mind back to
the present, Levi continued his assessment. She needed him now. An undressed
female was bound to present him unexpected problems. An attractive female, as
this little bundle was, presented a whole different problem that was knocking
insistently at the buttons of his 501’s.
He carefully lifted her
and moved her to his sleeping bag. She was light as a feather. Levi zipped the
bag up around her to keep her warm and to keep his gaze away. He pulled off his
shirt, stuffing it under her head to cushion her from the ground. He wiped her
face with some of his bottled water and a washcloth. He checked his first aid kit,
but realized the items he had wouldn’t help, consisting mostly of band-aids and
alcohol pads. He was prepared for wounds, not burns, though she didn’t appear
to have either.
Unable to do more for
the unconscious woman, Levi stayed near her. She was small, but then most women
and even men seemed small to him. He stood over six feet in height, which had
always made him stand out. He brushed his hand over her hair, pushing it back
from her face. She had to have been hit by the same lightning bolt that hit the
tree. Her hair was a multi-hued chestnut, singed at the edges. She was lucky,
but then again, she had yet to awaken. He had not detected any head wounds, but
without anything other than his hands to check, he could not be sure.
As he ran his hand over
her hair checking to be sure he had not missed any damage to her head, she
stirred. Levi looked down into leaf green eyes. He could see the confusion on
her face.
“How are you feeling?” She
gazed at him, dazed, obviously not understanding. “You were hit by a lightning
bolt. It’s a good thing you weren’t killed.” A dawning look of understanding
came over her face. “What were you doing in the tree?”
She opened her mouth,
nothing came out but a strangled sound. Levi grabbed the water bottle, put an
arm under her shoulders and carefully lifted her up and gave her a drink. As he
poured some water into her mouth, her arms came up to hold the bottle. Levi
tried not to stare as he relinquished it to her. When she reached up, she had
dislodged the sleeping bag, her pert breasts moving in time to her swallowing.
The sleeping bag had instead pooled across the tops of her thighs, giving him a
glimpse of a treasure barely hidden.
Available at:
Secret Cravings Publishing: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=745
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GDW08LK
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GDW08LK
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00GDW08LK
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lightning-strike-beverly-ovalle/1117308055?ean=2940045413466
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/374674
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Author Bio:
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of
24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as
she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son
Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah lives nearby and
periodically checks on the ‘old’ folks.
Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years
in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for
the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the
continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant
for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced
her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance
she gets.
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