Friday, March 14, 2014

Victoria Valentine writing as January Valentine Books


All of my books are listed on Amazon, some on Barnes and Noble and other booksellers, available worldwide. So I figured I'd compile one list of all books and links to where readers can buy them.  

Thank you for your support!  

love and hugs

Victoria Valentine writing as January Valentine (erotica as Lana Lundon)

A little taste of werewolf horror.  Narrator, the amazing Cliff Sebastian. Our work in progress.

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Here's where you can buy Wheel Wolf and my other books ...

All of my books are listed on Amazon, some on Barnes and Noble and other booksellers, available worldwide. So I figured I'd compile one list of all books and links to where readers can buy them.  

Thank you for your support!  

love and hugs

Victoria Valentine writing as January Valentine (erotica as Lana Lundon)

Fighting For You new adult romance (coming of age for readers over 17)
Wheel Wolf (bestselling werewolf horror)
Beautiful Experiment (Island of Defiance trilogy Book one) teen paranormal romance
Sweet Dreams in the Mind of a Serial Killer (paranormal thriller)
Love Dreams (romance drama)
Newly Bred With Romance (erotic romance fantasy)
Seven Day Wonder (erotic fantasy novella -- demons & angels)

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Bloody Valentine Blog Hop

Happy Bloody Valentine's Day to all the Lovers ... of romance and horror.
 From the moment I could read, my favorite genre was horror. Of course it had to be mixed with romance. What's better than romance and horror? Horror and romance?  Now I write both, separate, at the same time. I'm the author of 8 books, novellas, short stories, poetry. I'm not happy unless I'm writing. Thanks for checking out my blog. Hope you like my stories and excerpts. Please be sure to check out all of the great blogs listed at the bottom of this post. <3  Thank you A.F. Stewart for putting this event together, and for the invite. Love you guys. 

Let's start off with a poem I wrote years ago, originating from a dream. Then we can move on to some real bloody stuff ;-)  Here's a link to my other blog with an assortment of books and giveaways and all kinds of goodies.  I hope you enjoy your stay.

Last night the cat tapped
At my window
Freezing me
With panic
First I saw the
Birds flee in fear
Creatures with wings
In darkness
Yet there was light
I heard them scream
Flying for their lives
Fast and high as they could
That huge flying cat
So black with golden
Spots and wings
and a face of
Rapping on my window
With glaring angry eyes
Abandoning the birds
Trying to get inside

Fun, Games, Awesome Prizes!! February 14th from 10am till 7 pm EST.

Wheel Wolf ... something wants to eat you, Jack!

When the moon is full and the color of blood ... Don't stop at the lake!  You never know what you'll run into. 
Jack & Jenny share an Unconditional Love that Lives Beyond the Grave

The moon is full. Jack is about to escape from rehab, "em-barking" upon his first transformation.

I'm like a kid with new kicks, a spring in my step. I've got a mind like a steel trap, the physical strength of a dozen men. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I have to know if I'm the badass I think I am. 'Cos I feel like I own the world.

I'm loping down 44, in the direction of my house, wondering if I left any steaks in the freezer. The place is dark, looks deserted. It is, asshole. Jack doesn't live here anymore. He's in rehab. Remember?

For the hell of it, I'm sniffing around my windows. Mentally staging a break-in. I even take a piss on my front lawn. That's when I notice I'm naked. Not covered with clothes or skin. Fur baby. Nice soft fur. I run my hands up and down my body digging the feel. I'm a beast, yet I can reason. And reason tells me, I'm no longer Jack Bailey. I was bitten by something that turned me into an animal. An animal craving flesh. Raw, bloody flesh. I need to get me some.

I'm angry, hungry, all kinds of emotional, but most of all, I'm out for blood. Dying to tear some poor bastard's throat out. Home invasion pops into my head.

I pad down a driveway at the end of a cul de sac where the night is murky. Lonely. I creep around the backyard. The entire downstairs seems unoccupied. Dark. Nice and inviting. The best part, a second floor light is glowing, attracting me like a moth.

Pause paws. Think. Do I break the back door down and go charging up the stairs?  Burst through the bedroom door while he's on top of her? Or climb up that ivy trellis. Crash through the window. The element of surprise makes my heart beat like a drum. Pump my boiling blood more furiously through my arteries. I feed off fear. It makes me stronger. Bolder. I want to suck up every ounce of terror flowing from their human pores. Yeah. That's what it's all about.

I'm calculating, climbing, panting, teetering on a ledge, gaping jaws dripping excitement. I still have this fucking erection. I'm about to surrender to castration. I'm peering through the bedroom window, salivating. In soft pink light, they're putting on an interesting show. Sure enough, he's fucking her. Only she's on top of him, meaning, she's fucking him. I'm getting hotter by the minute. Excess saliva is dripping down my throat, so now I'm wheezing.

Here I go. Hurl my body through the window. Feet first. Shattered glass is tinkling, sprinkling, falling on white carpet like snow. Her head spins. Her blue eyes bulge. I inhale her wine breath, her passion, her terror. An amazing blend. Arousal never felt this sensational. She's on her feet, a scream lodged in her throat. Deserting the guy, she's breaking for the door.

Nah ah, sweetie. You ain't goin' nowhere. Before she can blink, I'm on her, sweeping her off her feet, holding her high over my head, so her feet are dangling off the floor. My nose is in her crotch. I'm inhaling deeply. Losing myself. She's kicking up a hell of a fuss, but I love it. I'm licking my chops. Sniffing her taste.

Her old man's still spread eagle on the bed, wearing a blindfold. Cuffed to the headboard. I have to laugh. He's out of commission, so I drop the girl, beat my chest, and let out a blood-curdling howl. I need him awake and wide-eyed to fully enjoy what's about to go down. It's showtime, folks!

Her screams are driving me wild. I want to fuck her brains out. Literally. Crack her skull like the shell of a nut and eat her brains while I'm doing her. Then sink my fangs so deep into her throbbing throat they enter one side and exit the other side. Feed the leftovers to her old man.

He knows something's off 'cos he stopped grinding, moaning. He hears me snarling. His girl is screaming her lungs out. The cops are gonna be here any minute, because the neighbors would have to be dead or unconscious not to hear the racket I'm making. We're making. She's screeching as loud as I'm howling.

Home invasion hits me hard; is this what he would have done to Jenny if she was at home the night he broke in? Only I wouldn't have been there to fight for her. Like this guy's trying to do. Struggling to free himself. It's ironic though. Both of us chained to our beds when our ladies need us. Him cuffed. Me lying in a hospital bed. Shit is swirling through my head like crap flushing down a toilet.

She throws her head back, lets out a raspy scream, then hops off him, disappearing into what I assume is the bathroom. Must have been one hell of an orgasm, is what I'm thinking when he snaps off the light. The show's over. 

He plants roses ... in dead women. A witness says: He doesn't look human.


What's a Seven Day Wonder?

A Seven Day Wonder is a person or a process supposedly perfected in only seven days.    ―Quoted from the Free Dictionary

The most tantalizing fantasies lurk within the deepest recesses of our minds. When the urges demand release, we must set them free.  ―LL

Seven Day Wonder, moi writing as Lana Lundon :D

A gritty NYPD detective awakens in a ski lodge, only to find himself imprisoned with a sultry angel. While he struggles with unearthly temptation, fleeting flashbacks trigger deep-seeded memories of the woman he arrived with. 

Blinking, I stare into the colorful eyes of the amazing angel who slips from my grasp, starts doing this double-jointed cat crawl across the mattress, a low growl rising from her otherwise silent throat. She grazes my body with hers.
"Can you talk or what?" Fuck frustration. Now I'm coming apart. "What are you up to? Why did you lock me in here?" I narrow my blurry eyes at her. My dick isn't the only thing stiff: my joints are frozen, limbs like lead. It's getting harder and harder to focus, to move. "Did you drug me?"  Now I'm worried about waking up in a bathtub of ice, missing a kidney. 
It takes all of my strength, but I shove her away, roll off the bed and onto my feet. Stalk around the room, holding onto walls because now I'm fucking dizzy. Ripping empty drawers open, searching for my belongings. Other than the condoms, the room is bare. No boots, no pants, no wallet, no keys, no fucking cigarettes.
My craving for nicotine only inflames my desire for this mysterious angel, girl, creature, whatever the hell she is. I don't give a damn. I'm an animal in heat and if I don't slide into her soon, I'm gonna crash through that barred window. Barred? I rush to the window, rattle the frame, try to lift the sash. Solid as a rock. Shit, no escaping this way. I stumble to the door. The bolts won't budge. What the fuck?
"Hey ... open the door. I want out of this. You hear me? I'm done playing games with you, bitch. Let me out or ..."
She's been shadowing me, tickle torturing my ass with her fingertips, grabbing my junk. Next thing I know, she steps in front of me, pins me to the wall, drags her smooth tongue over my cheek, then tongue-fucks my ear. Slides her hand between my legs and starts tugging. All in what's becoming nerve-wracking, what the fuck is going on, silence. So there's no way in hell I'd be able to release this load, even if I wanted to. Which I do, yet I don't.  
Her sharp teeth graze my throat. Her free hand caresses my ass. Wait ... her rose colored eyes are now forest green. I run a testing finger over her lips. What the fuck am I dealing with? Some kind of mutant witch?
She slams her body against mine. Throws a leg around my hip and swipes my cock with her wet pussy. I'm using every last bit of energy to stand up, no less resist her. I can't fuck another girl. My heart belongs to Johanna, which means, so does my dick.
I grab the back of her head. Jerk her face to mine. "Are you someone from my past? Holding a grudge or something? Talk to me. We can work this out." I shake her shoulders, then drop my arms to my side.
Maybe she's deaf, I don't know. She wraps me in a bear hug, grinds us across the floor and to the bed. Tosses me around like I'm weightless.  Hops onto the mattress beside me and drops to her knees, like she wants me to do her doggie style. This chick just doesn't get it. I tap her ass.
"Baby, you're beautiful and all, tempting as hell, but I just can't." At another time I'd be sinking deep inside her, pounding her onto another planet. But I'm taken. I might even ask Johanna to marry me. I can't believe I'm thinking this way.
She crawls up between my legs, her face in my junk, and her tongue licks fire across my entire groin, up my shaft. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I'm in agony, ready to scream.
"Why are you taunting me? What the hell's going on?" I push her off, try to pull my thighs together, but by now, I've weakened pathetically. 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Upcoming Events

During the coming months, I'll be having more events. Here's some swag I'll be gifting.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Partners in Promoting Event

Hello Everyone

I'll be at Kelli Smith's Partners in Promoting  Event on Facebook **today** Saturday February 8th at 5 pm EASTERN time along with Team Wolf!!  We'll be howling up a storm of fun and games and Bridgette will be blogging and hosting a rafflecopter for these beautiful gifts!!

The place:

The time:  5 pm Eastern Standard Time

Hope to see you there!!

Rafflecopter Prizes include a $10.00 Amazon GC. Pewter Wolf Paw on chain and Stethoscope and Key beaded book thong. 

Game Prizes include signed paperbacks and a tote bag
Gifts mailed USA - Ebook for International winners

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Wheel Wolf (werewolf horror)

Wheel Wolf werewolf horror

Don't go near the lake! Especially when a blood moon hangs overhead.

My werewolf ... my second skin ...
When the moon is on the rise,
I go naked into night.
I am never dressed to kill.

 —January Valentine

As I downshift, I make a mental note: Contact the game warden in the morning. Find out what the hell's creeping around the lake in the dead of night. Animals don't sound like that. I don't think humans do, either. The sounds were off. The sight was worse. Eerie enough to throw me into a panic. That's saying something for the guy who dove off Fisher's Bridge, which stands more than fifty feet in the air. Did I mention, in the dead of winter? My boots breaking through icy water. Did I also mention, a boatful of my buddies were waiting for me below when I crash-landed? They more than likely saved my life. But it was Jenny who brought me out of depression, booze, and addiction.

In my peripheral, trees whiz by like lines of wooden soldiers. Stationary troops. Alert defenders. Yeah, I'm losing it. Can't wait to get back to the house. Barricade the door. Pop open an ice cold Brooklyn Summer Ale. Hop into the shower, bottle in hand, then into bed with my cell phone. Dial my girl. Should I tell Jenny where I've been? What went down? What are you, crazy? You'll never hear the end of it. If she knew you were riding helmetless, she'd slash your tires. Or maybe glue the damn helmet to your head. You should know better, idiot.

Jenny ... My arms tighten around her. I can still feel her lips on mine. Then, out of nowhere ... something, other than my jacket, is clinging to my back. There's a thud. A guttural groan, gurgling, moaning. Silence.

Strange, I'm thinking as I'm airborne. I didn't see anything cross the road that I never took my eyes from.

Well, maybe for a second to unhook my helmet from the handlebar ...  
I'm trying to figure this out in the flashing instant of bone-shattering impact, mine with the pavement, then I'm no longer thinking.

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I'm tossing and turning. My brain hurts. It feels like it's fucking bubbling inside my skull. I'm twisting in and out of bizarre stages of sleep. I'm taking colorful naps. Beneath my sealed lids I'm seeing shadows and rainbows. Shuddering. Dancing. Circles. Lines. Dots. I bolt out of a fifth dimension of symbols and strobe lights, picturing faces, hearing voices. It's enough to drive me even more insane. A sliver of moon is filtering through the crack on either side of the blinds. Other than that, my room is dark. A tomb. A sexy tomb.

I'm smelling all kinds of mouthwatering aromas. Scents. Female. I'm tasting Jenny on my lips. Inhaling her peach perfume. I'm like a dog in heat, fighting incredible urges to hump something. Someone. I wonder if Rachel's around. Holy shit. Jenny would fucking kill me if she knew what was going through my head right now.

Unaware of how I got into this position, I find myself half hanging off the bed. What the fuck? I can move? Your arms dumbass. You're having nightmares, and you're dragging yourself across the bed.

No way. I'm awake. Which I know, because I'm sitting up wiping drool from my mouth, and about to jerk off. Then I stop myself. I've got to get this boner predicament under control. My skin is perspiring profusely and is itchy as hell. I'm scratching myself raw, delighting at the smell of my own blood that's seeping from claw marks and pores. My senses are so acute, I believe I'm about to learn the meaning of unearthly. Everything abnormal. Dark. Deadly.

Next thing I know, my legs are twitching, dangling over the side of the mattress. I'm wigging my toes. Shit. I think I can walk. I'm balancing on the balls of my feet, padding across the carpet, pushing up the unlocked side of the window with two furry things that don't look like familiar hands. Legs over, I suck in fresh air and leap onto dewy grass. Wearing boxers? The night smells beautiful, exotic, seductive, like Jenny. Jenny. 

Fighting For You

Fighting For You New Adult Romance

Have you ever loved someone so much you're positive breathing without him or her is impossible? Had to fight so hard  you lost sense of yourself? This book is dedicated to everyone who has felt the pangs of love. Suffered, fought, and recovered. May you find your dream and hold onto it. Never give up. Sometimes love takes more than a first chance.

Love is the beauty which clings to life, binds hearts together, leaving them hollow without it. – JV

Some Indigo moments ...

Favorite Indigo quotes:  "Life isn't perfect. Think of it as a designer dress you pull out of the closet. Beautiful, except for that one little wrinkle where it was crushed. When you try to iron it out, you end up making more. Choices are a bitch. Making the right one takes time, patience." ―Indigo

Jewelia Delarosa isn't too eager to fight her way through another dead-end relationship. Then her eyes find his. By chance. He's like wine, rich and intoxicating. One sip rocks her world, and suddenly, she's drowning in a guy called Indigo. She doesn't know how to handle her overwhelming emotions. His mood swings. The two women who refuse to let him go. The battle is all uphill. Giving up seems the most sensible thing to do, but once she's tasted his love, given herself to him body and soul, living without him is not an option. Until she realizes, leaving him seems the only protection from heartbreak.

About to begin his residency at NYU Medical center, Indigo's plan is to rescue every child who needs him, even if it sucks the life out of him.  He doesn't remember what happiness feels like. His mother haunts him. A wannabe girlfriend stalks him. He doesn't need another woman in his life. Then a stunning gaze captures his, and while fighting to resist, he sinks deeper into something he never thought could be his. Love has never been in the cards for Indigo. But a girl named Jewelia is as necessary as the blood coursing through his veins.

Fighting For Control

The windows were fogged, the sound of our breathing so heavy, I wasn't sure if it was caused by his breath, or mine, or the heat of our bodies clouding the glass. I felt the weight of a single finger as it rounded my breast, lightly skimming the silky fabric, all that stood between his hands and my skin. The stimulating circle grew smaller until my nipple tightened beneath his insistent touch, burning the tingling flesh beneath my dress.

I had no control over my body that strained against his, my hips that rocked with encouragement, overwhelming desire that flooded my senses. I fought the urge to grasp the hardness beneath me, touch him intimately, as he was doing to me.

When I moaned his name, he reacted by cupping my entire breast, his touch growing firmer, lifting, almost ejecting my breast from the garment's hold. Again and again he cupped and released until I thought I would die.

"Indigo ..." I squirmed, feeling him harden even more than I'd imagined possible.

"Baby," he groaned, "you have no idea what you're doing to me. But if you want me to stop, tell me and I will. I'll do whatever you want ... but I'm not going to fuck you ... not here ... not now."