Thank you for having me over to visit. As you know, I am really excited at the moment because I have had my first ever release, Wildfire came out on 24th August with Breathless Press.
Here's the blurb and an excerpt.
Braden has searched all his life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her mother for her blood as well, didn’t he? But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be the only thing that unites them?
Millie knew this wasn’t a good idea. Brad wasn’t a man one could say no to. It was a stupid idea to hide in the carwash. She prayed no one would want to wash their car at three AM as she squeezed between the rollers. Her heart beat fast. She took a gulp of air and then blew it out to try to calm herself.
No footsteps could be heard, only the soft whistle of the trees as they swayed in the warm night air. She relaxed her shoulders and sighed. Maybe Brad had decided to no longer pursue her. Maybe that blonde with the big boobs had caught his attention at last, and he had gone off with her to a quiet spot to find out if they were real or not.
Wait a few more minutes, she told herself.
After a few minutes she pried herself out and took a step over the roller by her knees. All of a sudden the whir started and the rollers began to move. What the hell. How… Her mind ran on ahead of her. The soap was dispensed and the rotation of the rollers caught her attention. The darkness did not help; the route out wasn’t clear. The rollers in front of her whipped against her and sprayed suds and warm water that soaked her silk dress so that it clung to her.
She leaned back and tried to gain a hold of something to anchor her. Damn him. How had he found her? She knew there was something strange about him when he happened to be near her all the time. Even when he was across the room, within a blink of an eye he came to stand next to her—in her space.
The warm water, combined with the sensation of the soft, soapy bristles tantalized her skin. The rollers brushed against her and sent electrical currents to her clit. Hell…how could she be getting turned on by this?
Something warm blew across her face. A silent kiss…an unknown hand…lingered on her cheek.
Got you! The voice was in her head.
How can that be? she thought. She shook her head to get rid of the fuzziness caused by the water as it cascaded over her body. Warm hands caressed her breasts. Her senses heightened as one unknown hand stroked down to the juncture between her legs. The fingers flicked and pressed her sensitive clit and a wet tongue licked at her neck. She was lost to the sensations all round her. How could he do this? She felt him near, but he wasn’t there. How? The fingers stroked harder and she could not help but arch into the hand.
Mine alone. Open for me. Let me in come into you. His command was as urgent as the brushes that stroked her skin. At last he emerged before her—tall, broad, and dark. His mouth came down on hers and their wet lips met. Their tongues danced as his hands pulled her to his chest. He stroked her ass and pulled up her dress. She shivered against him.
Well I hope your readers like the sound of that.
You can find the Wildfire here:
Up and Coming Works.
I am waiting for edits for book 3 of the Blood Bar Chronicles anthology due out later this year with Breathless Press. My story is called 'Logan's Captive.' Also in the edits queue is 'Gypsy Butterfly' which is part of Eclipse of the Blood Moon anthology with Evernight Publishing and Breathless Press have also said yes to another book called 'Guardian Awakening' so I am waiting for all that to come through. This book is intended to be first in a series of three, so I need to rework the second book and start thinking about the third.
Here's a little bit about me:
Yazmin Subha is a busy mother of two children, whose husband has got used to her sitting tapping away on her laptop. By day she sits at her job, all respectable and prim but by night she is imagining feisty heroines and sexy alpha males.
She is a British author who grew up with a love of reading. Books created other places, times and worlds to visit. It was the desire to try to write that saw her pen her first short story as a teenager. But then everyday life got in the way and it was only recently that she began scribbling again. Encouraged, or rather dragged screaming and kicking by her critique group UCW she decided to ‘have a go’.
Her teenage dream is finally coming true.
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