Hello!
Please welcome Ms. Lexi Post! She is here today to tell us a little bit about her new release Masque. 
Blurb:
Rena Mills plans to turn an abandoned abbey into a haunted bed-and-breakfast to prove she can be successful without her ex-fiancé. What she finds inside is Synn MacAllistair, the distinguished, self-proclaimed Ghost Keeper. Her dreams soon fill with sexual cravings for him. But are they dreams?
Synn, born in 1828, is determined to free the souls of the resident spirits, blaming himself for bringing the Red Death that killed them. When Rena steps into the old Pleasure Palace, he’s sure he can take her through the after-midnight Pleasure Rooms and stoke her passion to complete the Masque so the souls can cross over. Her innocent fire makes him crave more, but it’s far too late for him.
As Rena begins her erotic journey, her heart becomes more involved with every sensual caress until she discovers by completing the Masque she would lose her ghosts. Synn’s betrayal wars with her compassion for her ghostly friends. Torn, she must make a choice between her financial security and freeing seventy-three trapped souls. Either way, she could lose Synn.
Inside Scoop: As our heroine makes her way through the Pleasure Rooms, she experiences a brief ménage, as well as a sensuous encounter with another woman. Lucky girl.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt:
As Valerie turned the vehicle to cross the bridge, Rena gazed up at the tall walls to find a lone figure standing between the battlements. Synn. A shiver raced down her spine. As attracted to him as she was, he caused her insecurities to surface. One minute she wanted him to kiss her and the next she wanted to sink to the floor in shame. Her gut said he was upper class, but her mind said he was penniless.
Valerie pulled the Expedition to a stop. “I’ll bring in the bags of ice if you grab the cooler. Then we can dump all the cold food in it as we bring it in.”
She nodded and picked up the new red Igloo they’d purchased. A refrigerator would be at the top of the priority list…once they had electricity.
After dumping the cold food into the cooler, they strolled back outside for the last of the bags. Valerie grabbed two more. “It would be nice if our resident guest would help us with all this stuff.”
Rena hefted the last bag. “I’m sure he would have, but he’s on the roof. I bet the sunset is amazing from there. Maybe we can see the ocean. It was only a few blocks west when we were driving in town today.” An image of the lone man standing on the battlements crowded her head. “Do you mind if I run upstairs. I really want to see the sunset.”
Valerie took three loaves of bread from the first bag. “Yeah, yeah, go. But don’t expect me to make dinner.”
“That’s a deal.” Spinning around, Rena ran up the stairs to her wing of the Abbey. Striding through the hallway toward the back, she found another set of stairs leading to the floor above, which had a similar hall. By the time she reached the end of that hall, she was at the front of the Abbey again, only here there was a stone spiral staircase. Carefully, she ascended.
At the top, a wooden door stood open and she stepped outside into the fading light of day, but it wasn’t the sunset that arrested her attention. Synn stood, one foot braced on an embrasure, one hand resting on the crenellated stone of the battlement. The breeze lifted his long, brown hair away from his face and off his shoulders…his very bare shoulders.
Oh shit. She hadn’t expected his back to be so broad and muscular. His biceps stood in stark relief as if he worked construction. Below his narrow waist, his firm ass and muscular thighs were outlined by his tight gray pantaloons, if she had the term right. She’d bet the boots he wore were Hessians because those were the only nineteenth-century boots she’d heard of that rose to the knee. To call the man handsome would be to belittle his sculpted perfection, and her heart increased its beat as raw, sexual attraction rifled through her limbs.
He brought his arm down, causing the muscles in his back to ripple before he turned to catch her staring.
Her gaze shifted to his eyes and for a moment they revealed such heartbreaking anguish that all sexual heat fled and her stomach tightened into a sorrowful knot. He shuttered his gaze and smirked. “Were you looking for something?”
Confused, and more than a little distracted by the man’s emotions and his highly defined pectoral muscles, one of which had a fist-sized dark spot, she grasped for logic. “Yes, the sunset.”
“Ah, then you are just in time.” He stepped to the side, bowed and swept his hand toward the battlement. “It’s ready for you, my lady.”
She searched his eyes for any sign that he made fun of her, but found only sincerity. “Thank you.”
She stepped up to the place next to him as indicated and gazed across the town. As she suspected, the ocean was a few blocks past the shops and it glittered red as the setting sun shimmered off its dark surface, its waves lifting and lowering the dazzling color as it moved.
“This is breathtaking.”
“Yes, it is.”
His tone made her glance up, and she found him staring at her. She swallowed.
He released her hair from its clip and the breeze swept it from her face. She couldn’t have looked away from his eyes even if the sun had turned green.
He cupped her jaw with his hand. “You are exquisite.”
Her breath hitched at his words, but her mouth parted as his face drew closer to hers. When their lips were but a breath away, he spoke again. “You are made for passion, Rena.”
She let her eyes close, his words shooting pure desire through her and then his full lips were upon hers. It was not a gentle kiss, but neither was it harsh or demanding, simply controlled. The hand holding her face encouraged her to open her lips and she did.
She grasped his biceps as his tongue swept into her mouth to explore. He tasted like cinnamon spice but not sweet. When his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer, she entwined her arms around his neck, her body tight against his hard one. Unable to stem the growing need building inside her, she pressed her hips into his. A long, hard cock greeted her. She wanted him.
Synn groaned and released her, stepping away.
She grabbed at the embrasure to keep herself from falling on her ass. What the hell was that?
He turned toward the sunset again, his body in perfect profile, his hands clenched at his sides.
Not sure if she was upset because he stopped the kiss or because he started it in the first place, she gritted her teeth. Her body ached for release and she wanted him to provide it, no matter what her mind said. Her sexual frustration gave her a bravery she rarely had. “Why did you stop kissing me?” She had hoped to sound matter-of-fact, but hurt crept into her voice. Did he find her beneath him?
He remained motionless, speaking to the horizon. “If I didn’t stop now, I wouldn’t be able to. You are not ready for me yet.”
To help Lexi celebrate her release I will be giving away an electronic copy of Seductive Reunion!
It should have been a simple evening. Go to the high school reunion. Have a couple of drinks. Share a few laughs. Easy peasy. Until Special Agent John Clayton walks in and turns Andi Morgan’s life upside down.
He makes her want things…deliciously wicked things. But Andi’s past complicates matters. Her ex-husband—and local senator’s son—Steve Hidel is in deep shit with the Havenk brothers, a shady pair of gunrunners, and they all want something only Andi can give them. Andi wants to trust the safety she finds in John’s arms, but she soon discovers he might have ulterior motives of his own.
And one lucky winner will also win this beautiful mask. Please do not include your home address in your replies. If your name is drawn you will be contacted by me via email and I will then get the address you would like it shipped to. Mask giveaway limited to U.S and Territories.
To enter to win, leave a comment below and I will choose the winners tomorrow. Make sure to leave me a good email addy, and you don’t have to leave your email addy in the post, where it is required to post is enough if you want it to remain private.
Best wishes,
Virginia Cavanaugh
