Today is the second part of a two-day focus on my Progeny series. Blood Promise and Blood Reborn are up next. I think of the four books, Blood Promise is my favorite because Ascher experiences great emotional and physical growth in book three. Below, you’ll find blurbs and excerpts from both books. I hope that you enjoy them. Don’t forget to enter the rafflecopter for your chance to win Amazon gift cards or a Progeny Prize Pack that includes a signed copy of the latest in this series—Blood Reborn. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!
BLOOD PROMISE (The Progeny Series #3)
“Their love is fated by an ancient prophecy. Now the promise is fulfilled.”
Ascher Rousseau is a half-human, half vampire whose life has been a series of prophecies and predictions. After finding incredible love and passion with Shauna—a Wiccan with powers beyond anything he’s ever known—he seals to her and hopes for happiness. But his enemies seek to destroy all that he loves, and he finds that happiness never lasts for long.
Darkness is descending and a vampiric revolution is nearing. A new brood of hatchlings is born to join their darkling brothers, in preparation for war. A preordained chain of events is set into motion that could lead to the rise of the demonic “cloaked one” and his half-human fallen children, while ending humanity—as we know it.
Can a supernatural love and the loyal bond of a family save the Rousseaus and the world from certain extinction?
Excerpt from BLOOD PROMISE “Prelude to romance”
The distant sound of running water came from the master of the two-bedroom penthouse suite. Glancing out the arched floor to ceiling windows, she marveled at how even this late at night, there was a sea of people crowding the streets. Distracted and completely absorbed in the view, she never even heard Ascher return and startled when his arms banded around her neck.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Enclosing her within the protective confines of his circled arms, his hands splayed across her stomach, bonding them.
As if by instinct, her body obeyed its rhythmic demands, moving fluidly with his. He knew her body—every curve, mark and hollow—and she felt each hard inch of him, even through the boundary of his silky pajama pants. The swaying of their bodies was achingly familiar, the movements mirroring the motions of their lovemaking.
Grasping her hand with his, he led her into the double doors and sweeping archway of the spacious bedroom. More candlelight and flowers accented the decorative cream and white color scheme. The room possessed a surreal sexuality that heightened her awareness of his mood, thus quickening her pulse. She took an exaggerated breath as her lungs struggled to keep pace with her pounding heart.
Four days of worry and mental distance had all but leached the lust from her body, leaving their brutally hot sex life in ruins. The seductive lighting and sight of him gloriously half-dressed coupled with two glasses of Rousseau Red now fueled her hormones, further driving her wild desire for him.
Ascher disappeared behind a huge beige column separating the bedroom from a massive, candle-lined Jacuzzi-style spa tub. The sound of flowing water ended, and he returned nude.
Shauna foolishly gawked at him, as if she’d never seen him without clothing. Flickers of diffused light caressed his symmetrical features, bathing his face in a way that screamed his secret. He was the best of both worlds—immortal gifts merged with deep human emotions and packaged in warm skin. All six foot one of him, casually leaned against the marble column, the thick veins and ridges of his hard cock tempting her to go to her knees. Breathtaking was the only word to describe his new rugged appearance.
His gaze twinkled against the low light and his lips curved into an assuming smirk. “You’re still dressed.”
Entranced by the hot vision of immortal masculinity inching gracefully toward her, she could only manage a nod. He was hers—the heavy band of platinum, he proudly wore on his ring finger, was a constant reminder of that fact—but the simple reality of him still stunned her. This amazing man unconditionally loved and adored her, despite her numerous shortcomings.
“I think you need help with those clothes,” he murmured against her ear, his hand sliding along her cheek.
Her skin flushed hot with arousal, her body ready to burst into flames.
“You’re blushing.” His lips traced a measured circuit along her neck, his kisses peppering the soft skin. “I missed you. Not just today, but the last couple of days.”
God...not more than I’ve missed you. She slipped her hands through his dark mane. “I missed you, too.”
Before she could register his movement, the row of buttons in her short sleeved, black cashmere sweater parted, exposing a red brassiere underneath. His mouth continued its naughty tour along each swell of her confined breasts, until his fingertips unclasped the front closure of her bra, tossing it to the cream and gold speckled tile. Gently kneading her flesh in his hands, his lips covered one erect nipple, tonguing the tightened tip while tweaking the other with his fingers. A flood of heat pulsed through her body, ending in a wet, hot trickle between her thighs.
BLOOD REBORN (The Progeny Series #4)
“Hell hath no fury like a Wiccan reborn.”
Shauna McCutchin and Ascher Rousseau share a deep and passionate bond that merges their Wiccan and vampire worlds. Destined, they’ve endured trials and suffered unimaginable pain in their quest for a happily ever after.
Endowed with amazing supernatural abilities and the added attributes of her new vampire existence, Shauna is a force to rival all others—a dangerous new breed of vampire that defies conventional wisdom.
Darkness shrouds the couple’s pasts and enemies are determined to ruin their future. Will Shauna surrender to the evil side of her nature, or will she stand by Ascher’s side as the Rousseaus prepare for the revolution?
Shauna will either be an immortal miracle or an unholy menace.
Excerpt from BLOOD REBORN “The protégée”
Quinn circled her with all of the stealth of a hunting lion, his gaze never leaving hers. He jabbed at her once, his fist snapping so fast it rumpled Shauna’s ponytail as his hand barely missed her face.
The guys watched as Shauna effortlessly responded to a succession of commands and postures, her body moving from pose to pose with familiarity and poise.
Gesturing her over to him, Quinn shouted, “Guards up,” again and barked a faster series of instructions. “Move. Duck. Rotate. Jab.”
Shauna’s left hand came up to protect her face, while her right punched at the mitts on Quinn’s hands.
“From the chin!” Quinn demanded, spurring her on. “Stay tall and keep those punches high!” Quinn paused, his expression displeased. Lifting the mitts back to his face, he growled, “Concentrate, Shauna! Cross jabs!”
Shauna pivoted on her heels, her left hand still protecting her face as she jabbed at Quinn’s face with the right.
“Push off your back foot and stay strong throughout the punch.” Quinn smiled. “Good. Great positioning and way to protect your face. The newborn darklings are scary strong. They’ll most likely try to get in a head or chest shot to incapacitate you, before going in for the kill. Protecting your head and chest is very important for a half-blood. ”
Tristan stepped forward. “Fighting is like a chess match. If you can get into your opponent’s head, that’s half the battle.” He grabbed the mitts from Quinn and gestured her forward. “Darklings are bred for strength, but they’re dumb as bricks.”
“And each new brood is weaker than the last,” Ascher added. “You should’ve seen her in the wine room the other night. She linked into their minds and shredded them.”
Quinn seemed to delight at the thought. He surely thought of her as his protégée now. “That’s kick ass!”
“I want you to develop your mental strength as well as your physical,” Tristan said. “Come over here for a second, Lee.”
A doubtful glance crossed Lee’s emerald orbs as he approached the center of the mat where Shauna and Tristan both stood.
“You’re strong in your gifts. I’ve heard about what you can do with your mind. Can you teach Shauna what you know?”
“Shay Shay is as strong as I am—if not stronger. She only needs to keep her focus.” Lee trained his gaze at a fifty pound weight in the corner of the room, willing it to hover over and rest at his feet. “I might not be a muscle man.” He flashed Quinn a nasty stare. “I don’t need to be. My strength is up here.” Pointing to his head, he gave Shauna a silly smirk.
“Can you tap into my mind?” Tristan asked.
Lee concentrated his stare on Tristan, for a second, and the vampire immediately fell to the floor, clutching his head in pain.
Ascher gasped. He’d seen what Lee was capable of, but still found his powers amazing. While he never considered what having Lee Williams on the side of the warriors would mean, Ascher was beginning to believe things were coming together for a reason. He was loyal to his sister and would be an asset to the cause.
Quinn helped Tristan off the mat and into a seat. “Enough of that. Let’s do kicks.”
Resetting her posture, Shauna stood back on her left foot, pivoted her hip and landed several round kicks to Quinn’s stomach.
“No more kicking.” Quinn flinched, apparently remembering her raging kick to his groin. “I think you’ve got that down. Guards back up and come at me!”
“Unh,” Shauna grunted, engaging Quinn with an equal intensity that showed in the straining of her biceps. She circled him with alert blue eyes which sought to gain an advantage, her breathing barely audible. Her footing faltered for a second and her guard dropped, making her face vulnerable.
“Always protect your face and head!” Retreating, Quinn drew back and punched at her again, the measured hit connecting and sending her flying.
Shauna coasted through the air, her body hitting the mat with a brute force that knocked the breath from her heaving chest. Dazed, her gaze floated to the ceiling as her pulse returned to normal.
“Shay Shay,” Lee shouted, fighting against the clasp of Ascher’s restrictive hold. “Are you guys crazy? She’s hurt!”
Ascher shook his head at his dumbfounded brother-in-law. “Don’t you think I’d be over there if I thought she were hurt? Listen to her mind, Lee. She’s centering herself.”
“If you can’t take it, you should’ve stayed home,” Quinn muttered, standing over her. “I know it seems like I’m being harsh, but she has to learn. War is coming. Shauna has to be strong enough to survive it.”
About Ashlynne Laynne/Q. Lane
Ashlynne Laynne/Q. Lane is a songwriter, poet and author of erotic paranormal and contemporary romance, who has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny.
She loves writing on the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on book six of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming Alterity Series, and several novella spin offs. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively one day soon. Find and follow her online on Twitter. Check out her Manic Readers page, Blog and Website, or leave a note in her Reader Email.
Fall of 2013, Ashlynne Laynne started her own publishing, Q-Rotic Press. The remainder of her Progeny Series and all future projects will release through this new entity.
She lives in North Carolina with her husband and son.
About The Progeny Series
At its core, The Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in love. The fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. When we meet Ascher, he’s grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence.
All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus.
This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen. The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that has existed for ages. This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults, as it contains adult sensuality, language and themes.