My Sexy Saturday: Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween, readers! For this All Hallows Eve edition of My Sexy Saturday, I’m sharing a seven paragraph excerpt from Hunting the Jackal. These jackal shifters serve the Egyptian god Anubis and protect the living from the dead–especially the dead who don’t want to stay that way.

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Amarie is new to the Atlanta clan and has been living with mates Rashon and Kurik for the last six months. After a brush with death, Rashon is ready for him and Kurik to make a move and form a triad with their skittish roomate. But what does Amarie think?


Rashon kissed her. He’d kissed her! And not just a light, sisterly peck, but a breath-stealing, toe-curling mesh of mouths. She would have excused it as a momentary confusion on his part, something he wasn’t aware he was doing except that they’d been mid-discussion, and she’d kissed him back like her life had depended on it. Then he’d kissed Kurik, and then—

She wrenched the shower on, her senses still reeling. Why? Why would Rashon kiss her like, like she was his partner? From what she knew, he and Kurik had been together for most of a century. In all that time, neither had been with anyone else, male or female. Since she’d become their roommate, neither had treated her as anything other than a valued member of the clan, an act that had eased the trauma she’d suffered before being banished from her home clan. The easy camaraderie and chaste puppy piles on the couch during martial arts movie marathons sowed the seeds of loyalty, friendship and a fierce caring and protective streak. She would do anything for Rashon and Kurik.

Now, she wondered if she’d damaged that friendship. She’d done her best to appear asexual in order to keep the unattached male jackals off her scent. The last thing she wanted was to make the other men think she was interested in sex, much less a relationship.

Pausing as she toweled herself dry, she skated her fingers over her lips. Rashon had kissed her and she’d returned it. Besides leaving her confused, it left her wanting more. Wanting what she couldn’t have. Wanting him.

Rashon heightened her awareness as no one else had before, from the smooth bronze of his skin to the teasing glint in his liquid copper eyes to the open warmth of his personality. He was like the bright dawn sun, chasing nighttime fears away. Kurik, on the other hand, was the strength of the noon sun as it began its descent. Large, well-muscled golden skin with a shock of hair they called “Seti-red,” Kurik had been right there beside him. Rashon had to know that his lover, his partner, his mate, was beside him on the bed. It didn’t make sense for Rashon to reach for her when Kurik was right there. It didn’t make sense for Rashon to reach for her at all. To hold on to her as he’d rolled over, Kurik covering him for one of the hottest kisses she’d ever witnessed.

Gods. Her mind spun as she pulled her hair into a wet ponytail and went in search of clothing. She couldn’t recall when she’d started to be sexually aware of them, much less when she’d started getting curious and aroused. Now all she could think about was seeing them together, watching their bodies sliding together, mouths clashing. Hands gripping, stroking, bringing pleasure. Reaching out to invite her in.

A whimper eased out despite her attempt at control. She wanted that, wanted it with a bone-deep need bordering on desperation.

I hope you enjoyed my excerpt! If you’d like to learn more about my Sons of Anubis series, please check out my Paranormal Romance page. If you’d like to purchase Hunting the Jackal, click here: Amazon l Kobo l Barnes and Noble| Books-a-Million

My Sexy Saturday: Talk Sexy To Me

Welcome to my contribution to the 108th week of My Sexy Saturday!

We know all about talking sexy to me. We know that lovers have a special language that only two of them share. The hidden looks, the longing gaze, the love shining in their eyes all accompanied by those sexy, sexy words. Sometimes, they are whispered, sometimes spoken aloud and occasionally shouted from rooftops. Authors are very good at those sexy conversations. We love sexy and it’s always so fun to share.

Here, for your reading pleasure, are seven paragraphs from Claiming the Jackal, the third novella in my Sons of Anubis jackal shapeshifter series. Here, Hectorr has gone for a swim in the lake to get Rana out of his mind. It’s not working!

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“What are you doing here, Rana?” he asked, his voice a silky caress that slid over her senses and stripped her caution.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.” He stopped a few feet away from her, the current between them growing stronger with his nearness. “You usually walk the part of the lake closest to the community house. Perhaps you’re here for the same reason I am, to cool off, to get you out of my thoughts, to cleanse your essence from my senses.”

He gestured to his erection. “Obviously it didn’t work for me. I’m guessing it didn’t work for you either.”

She tried to look him in the eye, she really did. No matter how she tried, her gaze kept drifting down. Even in the encroaching darkness, she could tell his arousal showed no signs of abating. “I couldn’t concentrate on my lab or magical studies, and the community house felt too small and confining. I had to come outside.”

“That’s not all, is it?” His gaze bored into her. “You know exactly why you’re here. Say it.”

“I was drawn here.” She gestured to the space between them. “Drawn to you.”


Despite an end to two thousand years of conflict with the Daughters of Isis, jackal shifter Hector still distrusts the witches. But he cannot deny his growing hunger for Rana, a beautiful and gentle priestess who soothes his anger and awakens his passions as no other ever has.

As a healer, Rana is working tirelessly to find a way to protect the jackals from a deadly curse—and restore the honor of her bloodline. As a woman, she cannot resist surrendering to her desire for Hector, the powerful and virile second in command. But when her secret is revealed, will their new bond be strong enough to survive the truth?

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Seressia Glass: My Sexy Saturday

Hello, everyone!

Hunting the Jackal coverNight time is always the right time for something a little sexy! This seven paragraph excerpt is from my novella Hunting the Jackal that was part of Harlequin’s Nocturne Cravings line and the second story of the Sons of Anubis series. Kurik and Rashon are jackal mates who both have desire for their new clanmate, Amarie. Unable to deny her attraction to both, she’s promised them a night of pleasure.  Enjoy!



“We want you,” Rashon said, speaking for both of them. He pushed his plate away. “You promised us a night.”

“I did. And I want it. But—“

Rashon leaned forward, cutting off her words. “Tonight is that night, Amarie. I think it’s time to show you how much we want you.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “But Kurik’s cake…?”

Kurik pulled the bowl of extra frosting closer. Capturing her gaze, he slowly scooped up a finger’s full of the decadent confection. Her lips parted to take his offering, and as much as he would have enjoyed the sensation of her sucking on him, he had other ideas.

He leaned forward, drew a line of chocolate frosting down the hollow between her breasts. “Ah, damn, I’ve got frosting on you. Rashon, can you help me out?”

“My pleasure.”


I hope you enjoyed my excerpt! If you’d like to learn more about my jackal shapeshifters who worship the Egyptian god Anubis, please check out my Paranormal Romance page. If you’d like to purchase Hunting the Jackal, click here: Amazon l Kobo l Barnes and Noble| Books-a-Million