Saturday Sexcerpt-Black Dog and Rebel Rose by Danielle D. Smith

When I asked Danielle if she had a Sexy Excerpt to share with us her response was “Oh, I’m so glad you asked…”

 Well onto the Excerpt Naughty Boys and Girls…

 There was silence between them as they sat gazing at each other. The little fire crackled, warming the space around them. Suddenly their faces were drifting close together; close enough that each could smell the other’s breath. Skriker’s lips parted wet, sensing the sensual electricity that had picked up in the atmosphere surrounding them.

            She leaned in and kissed him. It was official. He wanted to fuck her brains out.

            Her lips were lush and dizzyingly soft, her breath and spit flower-sweet, and Skriker’s head was spinning.          His arms slid around her, his hands slipping up her back and under the fall of her wild dark hair, and their kiss deepened. She rubbed her long hands over his tattooed flesh, over the curvaceous muscle that swelled over his body. She gently touched the stabbing platinum blond spikes of his hair, brought her hands up to cup his face in her palms, probing his mouth with her warm velvety tongue. When she pulled away he was gasping, sweat standing out on his skin.

            “Holy shit,” he breathed. Rose was smiling at him, licking her lips, her arms draped over his broad shoulders.

            “You’re a good kisser,” she said silkily, her long black lashes brushing her cheekbones. Skriker leaned in to her eagerly and they kissed again. His dick was outrageously hard, a chunk of rock in his pants.

            “Yes…” he breathed against her mouth; he reached down and unzipped his leathers, jamming his hand inside to free the monster hiding within. Oh, God, this was perfect; a dead town full of vamps, like his own personal shooting gallery, and on top of that an incredibly hot fuck from the most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes on—

            And then he felt Rose stiffen; felt the energy, the heat, that had been so effortlessly flowing from her body into his suddenly tap out. Rose abruptly pulled away, and he groaned softly.

            “Rose,” he murmured. “Rose…baby…”

            She shook her head adamantly. Her breathing was ragged and trembling. Her cheeks were flushed like the blossom that had given her a name, but there was trepidation flickering across her face. “I can’t,” she whispered.

            “Why?” Oh, God, no. Oh, fuck.

            “I just…can’t. I’m sorry, but I run alone. I am alone. That won’t change. So forget about it.”

            She looked away then and the last of his hopes were crushed. “We’d better get some sleep. We have Bloods to hunt when the sun goes down. Fuckers will be out in full force, I’m sure.”

            Skriker watched as she smoothed out the folds of the blanket, an almost prissy activity that made her appear quite girlish. She lay down on her side, her back to him, using her leather pack as a pillow.

            Skriker sat by the fire, gazing at her. His dick, still halfway out of his trousers, throbbed spitefully as if scolding him for this monumental failure to get some pipe laid. He sank his teeth into his lip and pushed the hateful chunk of meat back into its prison, zipping his fly up with an abrupt jerk.

            He sat for a while longer, looking down at Rose. His eyes traced the smooth ripe slope of her hip, the luscious curve of her ass, and the devastating length of her legs. He could still taste her kiss on his lips, the soft flickering probe of her tongue, and it was an aching torment.

            Finally he asked, “Do you have any tattoos, Rose?”

            She grunted inaudibly. There was a brief silence. Then, “No.”

            She remained silent after that. Skriker balled his wife beater up and lay down on the side of the blanket closest to the fire, resting his head on the rumpled garment. He heard a shink as Rose pulled her knife into her fist, clutching it tight. Soon her breathing slowed and Skriker knew that she slept.

            He lay awake awhile longer, watching the flames of the tiny fire dance in the shadows of their hideaway. When sleep finally overtook him, he plummeted straight into a dream…

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AuThursday – Danielle D. Smith

Q:  When and why did you begin writing?

I originally began writing as a very young tween, around 10 years old. I was really into epic fantasy, mythology, and history very early on and that always impacted what I wrote. I had poetry and short fiction published in student journals and newspapers before letting writing fall to the wayside in favor of visual art. I jumped back into writing around two years ago as a de-stressor, got my first dark fantasy book published, and have never looked back.

Q:  What books have most influenced your life most?

 Gosh, that’s a hard one. General retellings of ancient myths and legends have always been big for me. I absolutely adore Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, especially the first book in the series, The Gunslinger. Other big influences have been the dark London fantasy King Rat by China Mieville, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, and Penny Dreadful by Will Christopher Baer. All of these books opened my imagination up all the more and allowed my art to flourish and, therefore, made my life richer and more fulfilling.

Q:  How do you make time to write?

 I am truly a Jack-of-all-trades, so trying to make time to write can be a challenge. I am a tattoo artist in a custom shop, a painter, and an illustrator/book cover designer as well so I have to manage my time carefully. I usually hit the laptop in the evening, after I get home from the tattoo shop. I always have a beer or glass of wine on hand as I write so I can relax and get into the mood.

 Q:  What tools do you feel are must-haves for writers?

 Obviously a good computer with a backup system. I like to keep notepads and pens in my purse, car, and by my bed for those sudden moments of inspiration. I think having a well- stocked bookshelf near your writing desk is an important tool: mine happens to be filled with favorite fiction/nonfiction books, foreign language references, and visual art books (images are as much of an inspiration to me as other people’s words can be). Good music that fits the story or characters is a staple (I always compile a “soundtrack” and burn a CD for each book I write). A favorite beverage or snack can ease the stress that can come with the creative process: a good beer, glass of red wine, or dirty martini tends to be my drug of choice (hey, I’m a tattoo artist–we’re all about the booze).

 Q:  What do you think is the biggest misconception in erotic romance fiction?

 That it’s pornography. In my humble opinion, good erotica is written artfully and with elegance.A good erotica writer can turn hardcore sex scenes into poetry.

 Q:  Tell about your latest book?

My latest novel, Black Dog and Rebel Rose, was released in August by Solstice Publishing. BD&RR is an erotic horror story in which I pulled out all the stops and threw in all of the naughty stuff that I love, both characterwise and in the setting of the story. BD&RR first introduces the reader to Skriker, the son of a True Native of Hell and a mortal lady of the night. He is a tattooed Harley riding half-demon hunter who specializes in the destruction of all the evils that dwell in the dark, including his own kind. When not hunting, he is a wanton seducer and lover of the female sex; a bad boy in the truest sense of the term! Word of a vampire-infested ghost town draws him in with the appeal of blowing vamp parts all over the place like a kid in a carnival game. In the middle of the hunt he runs (literally) into Rose, a bombshell of a woman with a tragic past. Rose, who just happens to be the now-grown Nephil (half-angel, half-human) daughter of Alexius and Psyche, has become a fierce huntress with a chip on her shoulder. When they decide to run together on the hunt, Skriker finds himself falling madly in love with his new companion, and Rose is forced to deal with unwelcome emotions that she swore she would never acknowledge. Their opposing ancestries lead to an interesting dilemma for both characters. This story is horror-flick gory and truly written with the erotica fan in mind—the sex is graphic and sizzling hot. A very fun angels-and-demons read! This is also my first book to be in print as well as ebook format, which I am crazy excited about.

 Q:  Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

 That love can truly conquer all–even if your daddy’s an angel with a chip on his shoulder and your boyfriend ends up being half demon.

 Q:  I know you do your own cover art.  Which comes first the art or the book?

Truthfully, both. I love doing character designs/sketches and will create my own images of the characters as I work on the novel; I am immensely picky about how my characters are portrayed (no stock photography for my book covers PERIOD). Drawing or painting a character can help me along with the overall vision and feel of the story.

 Q:  What are your current projects?

 I’m currently working on two new books. The top priority is the second novel in the Psyche’s Gate series. Titled Nephil’s Curse, this story chronicles Alexius and Psyche’s daughter Rose and her journey into adulthood. Skriker and Alexius are major characters, and I introduce my first werewolf characters here as well. My second project, In The Neon, is another erotica offering that tells the story of Skriker’s parents and how they met. I am also working on a comic book version of Black Dog and Rebel Rose, which I am very excited about.

 Q:  Where can readers find you on the world wide-web?

 On my website:

and my blog:

Join me on Saturday when we read a  sexcerpt from Danielle’s Black Dog and Rebel Rose.