Hot and Deadly Blog Hop

Welcome one and all to the Hot and Deadly Blog Hop!!

 

I'm will be your conductor on this little trip. I'm, Nya Rayne, a paranormal romance writer. All of my stories err on the side of romance with a good helping of erotica, and then a dash more of romance.  I've been writing professionally for a little over 12  years, but wrote my first story at the tender age of 15. It amounted to nothing, but was so much fun to write that I kept doing it.

 

This blog hop is all about those super hot and deadly characters we love and some we love to hate!! I'm really feeling this hop because instead of talking about the hero/heroine of the story we can talk about the villain. (snickers)  So, I'm going to begin this with a bang, from the first of my Anubi Series, Storm's Fury, the villain/hero, Terroar.  He deliciously sinful with his boy next door debonair looks and his need for excitement, but when he and Fury cross paths its an explosion on a global scale.

 

Check out this scene between him and Fury when they meet up for the first time in four years:

 

“Furiosus, it’s been too long.” The voice said in a slow, patronizing drawl that grated on Fury’s last nerve.

Fury spun on Terroar, his fists clenched, lips pulled back in a biting snarl. “You’re as good as dead.”

Terroar shot him a mocking frown. “Have you always been so angry?” He shifted slightly, his grin back in place as he rolled his shoulders and shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks. “Or is this a new emotion?”

“Have you always been a backstabbing bastard?” Fury spat at him. “Or is that new for you?”

“Oh come now, friend, how long are you going to be mad about that?” Terroar scratched the side of his head and grinned. “That was what, a couple of years ago?” Silence greeted his statement. “Would it help if I told you it was for a good cause?”

“Fuck you and your reasons.” Anger roiled through Fury. How dare Terroar call him friend when, their friendship ended the moment Terroar handed him over to those animals? His fists clenched, his fangs elongated, and Fury charged forward, claws outstretched, aiming for Terroar’s jugular.

Terroar vanished and reappeared a few feet away. “Come now. Do we need to fight? It was business, really. No hard feelings, eh?”

“You betrayed me. Of all Anubi, Terroar—me, the one you called brother! You gave them the binding spell that kept me weak. You did that! You attacked Hatrid, and tried to kill me and my mate.”

Terroar raised his hands in mock surrender. “Now, now, I wasn’t trying to kill you. I was simply getting your attention. The rest of that, I can’t really claim.”

“Getting my attention?” Eyes narrowed, Fury pointed at the hole in his shirt and rapidly healing wound left over from the ice spear. “How the hell is a hole through my damn shoulder just getting my attention?”

“I could’ve aimed more to the left.”

That only served to anger Fury more. Fury lifted his arms in a quick arc, drawing on the static electricity in the air. Before Terroar could gage what he was doing, Fury hurled the sizzling ball at Terroar’s head.

Terroar dodged the attack by leaping onto a low-lying branch of a nearby tree. “What the hell was that for?” The bastard actually seemed confused.

Fury refused to allow himself to get sidetracked by Terroar’s nonchalance. This was his tactic. Up and until the viper, struck, his adversary would believe he was talking to a long lost friend. Terroar could joke and laugh with a person one second and decapitate him the next, and all with a smile on his face. No, he wasn’t going to fall for it.

“Pick one.”

Terroar leapt from the tree, brushed the shoulder of his pristine white polo shirt off, straightened out his pants, and shot Fury a bored look before fanning his hand dismissively. “Is it my fault you can’t take a joke?”

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The next sexy villainess I want to introduce you all to is the Higher Highness, Gloria Gale, from my futuristic romance, For His Love. I love Gloria because she's not only the leader of the free world, but she's the world greatest feminist.  Okay, so she's a little twisted too.  Okay, so maybe she's more than a little twisted, she's insane. Its really not her fault, she was just written that way. (snickers)  

 

Check out this scene between her and one of her subordinates:

 

“Ma’am, your itinerary,” Lady LaDina interjected.

“Well, don’t just stand there.  Get on with it.” The Higher Highness pushed to her feet and approached a row of wire cutters of varying sizes, degrees of sharpness, and colors. “What is it this time?” She decided on a pair of red handled wire cutters.

“It’s a benefit for the Feline Foundation.”

Gloria scowled over her shoulder at her assistant and turned back to the task at hand. “I hate cats. You can’t trust them.  They sit in corners watching you, just waiting for you to let your guard down so that they can steal your breath,” she whispered to herself, and asked as she settled into a chair near her pupil, “Could you hand me that jar?”

“Yes, we’re all aware of your distaste for cats, but you must attend. It would be an insult if you didn’t,” Lady LaDina said, stepping into the room to retrieve the jar. She made quick work of passing it to the Higher Highness before backing out the room to take up her previous position.

“Before you get into the tedious details, tell me, will he be ready?”

Lady LaDina glanced from the Higher Highness to Tawny, her pupil, and then turned her attention back to the Higher Highness. “Xavier?”

“Who else would I be talking about? Sometimes, LaDina, you can be so dense. Did you forget he was my only reason for going to that godforsaken place?” She turned back to Tawny then, stroked her fingers along the outside of the woman’s elongated arms and finished, “If I could get away with it, I’d nuke the entire state.”

“My lady, they are one of your biggest supporters.”

“That’s why I said, ‘if I could get away with it’.”

Lady LaDina stepped back and bowed her head. “Of course, and no, I did not forget. Dr. Lobush assured me he would be ready upon your arrival.”

“His memory will be wiped, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“The other changes I requested will be complete?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Gloria picked up the pliers she’d laid in her lap and smiled at nothing in particular. “Maybe, if he’s as good as I’ve heard, I’ll give you Aro,” she declared, and then amended, “Maybe not Aro—he’d be too much for you—but I’ll give you one of them.” She leaned forward and patted Tawny’s cheek.  "Now back to that lesson." 

 

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Thanks bunches and happy hopping!!