INGREDIENTS 1 part Cruzan® Coconut Rum 1 part DeKuyper® Blue Curacao Liqueur 1 part Pineapple Juice 1 part Grenadine
HOW TO Pour the grenadine in a highball glass and add ice. Layer the Rum slowly over an upside down spoon, followed by the pineapple juice and finally the Blue Curacao. Garnish with a Pineapple and Cherry (optional)
by Samantha Winston
Planet Earth is failing. Global warfare and asteroid bombardment have left the planet devastated… perhaps beyond repair. Now a small group of terra-formers have just seven years to rebuild Earth's ecosystems. Failure means exclusion from the Federation; without the Federation's assistance Earth is condemned to death.
Adam, an Earth biologist, and Evan, a scientist from the Mars Colony, find it impossible to resist the passion that draws them together despite prejudices and mutual mistrust. When a new asteroid strike leaves them stranded - with Earth's hope for the future resting on their shoulders –- they find themselves fighting for their lives and the life of an entire planet.
A science fiction thriller and a tender love story, Paradise Earth is an epic story of apocalypse and rebirth.
Publisher's Note: Paradise Earth (Box Set)contains the previously published novellas Adam and Evan, Revelations, and Apocalypse.
Evan took a step closer and knelt in front of Adam's chair. He traced a line from the top of Adam's forehead down his nose, over his upper and lower lip to his chin. A feather touch. Adam tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His lips tingled where he'd touched. When Evan's lips met his, the tingle turned into a slow burn.
The kiss deepened. Adam tasted longing, or could it be his own longing? He didn't care; he looped his arms over Evan's shoulders and drew him closer. His cock, already half-hard from just looking at Evan, grew erect and thick. It squeezed his pants tight and he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.
Evan slid closer so that their chests met, and Adam pressed his cock against Evan's flat belly. "I want you so bad," he whispered, their lips still touching.
Evan nodded, his eyes closed.
"Open your eyes."
He did, and a jolt ran through Adam's belly at the sight of his irises. Close up, they were more incredible, with swirls of molten gold and bronze, metal eyes, with cat's pupils. The pupils widened as Adam watched, taking over the whole eye so that they were nearly black. Black with desire.
Evan took Adam's hand and put it firmly on his cock, thrusting his hips so that there was no question of his arousal.
He rolled Evan's cock in his hands, massaging it through his jeans. Thick, hard as granite, and long, reaching almost to his waistline…
Adam groaned softly, his balls contracting tightly and his cock getting stiffer. Still sitting in his chair, he leaned back, jutting his hips into the air. His cock stuck straight up now, and he undid the rest of his buttons with hands that shook. Then he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.
Evan's eyes grew heavy-lidded and a low purr started to rumble in his broad chest. He too undid his jeans, and his cock sprang out, ridged with pulsing veins and purple-tipped. He took it in his hands and pumped it slowly. He smiled, showing his white teeth with his slightly elongated canines. "I want to suck you."
Adam nodded, his voice locked in his chest. His heart beat so fast he could see it lifting the skin between his ribs. He leaned further back in the chair, baring his long, flat belly. Its line of dark curls seemed to beckon a hand or a mouth to follow them to where they pointed -- straight to his cock.
"But first I have to show you something, and you can decide afterwards if you still want me." Evan moved gracefully, standing up. First he stripped off his shirt, folded it, and set it on his chair. Then he shed his jeans. Naked, he stood for a minute in front of Adam, a feral smile curving his lips. Not a hair on his body, just smooth, golden tan skin, and his cock, erect and thicker than Adam had expected. Then something twitched, and Adam saw he also had a tail.
The first shock over, he nodded to Evan. "Turn around."
Evan's grin broadened. "Hackles and a tail, are you sure you want to try?"
The tail was hairless and short, only about thirty centimeters, but muscular. It moved like a snake, curling and then straightening.
"Can you control it? How do you keep it hidden in your pants?" Adam's cock twitched in time to Evan's tail's movements. Little shocks of pleasure ran through him, starting in his belly and pouring toward the tip of his cock.
The tail caressed Evan's buttocks, then curved, inserted itself into the crack in his ass and thrust slowly, disappearing nearly completely. Adam's mouth grew dry as he imagined walking around all day with a twitching tail up his ass. He'd come every five seconds, that's what would happen. And as he watched, Evan's cock grew harder. Evan threw his head back, the hackles on his arms rising nearly straight.
"Oh God." Adam arched his back, a jewel-like drop of come popping from the tip of his cock. "Suck me, now," he begged.
Locals believe I’m a private investigator. In reality I’m a
vampire who hunts and destroys malevolent demons, those who crawl from the
bowels of hell and attempt to feed on humans. They have a strong craving for
vamp females so, hopefully, I nail them before they impregnate our women. If
I’m too late, I’m bound to keeping their progeny, demi-vamps, from showing
their asses off. God, I hate them and their squirrely red, satanic eyes. Unlike
vampires who smell devine, they stink of death.
Describe yourself in
Dead. Cold. Killer. My woman, Armada, thinks of me
differently—Drop. Dead. Gorgeous. Yeah, those three words work too. She’s a
brown-skinned beauty whose mother, a demi-vamp, fancied herself a Haitian
voodoo priestess. Makes Armada’s blood mixed, but she’s…she’s different.
Do you like using sex
Damn straight. Especially those that bring pain. I like
tying women up, particularly, Armada. She was eager for pain and I enjoyed
being the first to explore those desires. She calls me Barr and every time she
cries my name when we… Well, that’s not a story to tell here.
How did you and Armada
Split Kryder, a very old and strong vampire who I guess you
could say is my best friend, saw to her protection and sought help in keeping
the council at bay. Vampires mating with demi-vamps is forbidden and our elders
wanted to know who, with such ancient blood, fathered Armada. Since mixed
breeds captured by the council were never seen again, Split needed me to help
keep her out of their clutches. I wonder why he’s so concerned with her safety?
Do you have any
Nipple rings and, damn, Armada loves playing with them. The
pain they bring me when she tugs them delights her. I like having others
observe me and you know if you keep asking these kinds of questions, you’re not
going to like how nasty we can be if I summon her. Want to watch us together?
Would you share the
blurb from your story?
Sure, it’s best we change the subject.
Barringer Ganteau has hunted enough demon-mixed
vampires to last a million lifetimes. His wish is to see all demi-vamps maimed,
preferably dead. Single-handedly, he attempts to vanquish the scourge of mixed
breeds from the face of the earth. Then Ringer meets Armada, a demi-vamp with
the power to deliver the kind of pain he desires and melt his frozen heart.
Armada comes from Haiti, carrying the exotic heat of
the islands and her kind with her. When she faces a cold-hearted vampire, a
being superior to her mixed heritage, she vows to hate him as much as he hates
her. Armada hadn’t reckoned with the vamp’s ability to use pain to bring out a
side of her she had not known existed.
How about an excerpt?
“Something to drink?”
“I’m not drinking your blood.” Armada strained to keep him
from seeing her innermost thoughts. Other things he didn’t need to know were
locked deep in her mind. So damn deep not even Armada could reach them. Yet she
felt them there.
“I’m not offering my blood. I meant a glass of wine.” He
leaned over her in the chair and sniffed. “Don’t be nervous.”
“I’m not.” The sound of his laughter grated on her nerves,
enticing her to strike at him again.
“Do it. Give me a reason to restrain your sweet ass.”
“I dare you. I’ll…”
It seemed as if his violet eyes could see straight through
to her soul. “Shit, honey, you smell like sex happened already; don’t push it
or I’ll take you.” He stood, turned from her, and walked out of the room. She
listened as his steps retreated toward the back of the house.
He’d do it too, and it was irrational as hell, but the idea
of him restraining her, touching her in any way, made her wet. Didn’t help any
that the jackass was drop-dead gorgeous. Those vampire violet eyes and the long
black hair set her heart stirring. His shoulders were broad enough to take
Atlas’s place holding up the world. Armada had a thing for narrow hips, long
legs and muscular thighs. Barringer was probably six feet four and he sure had
the other parts. She’d eyed his crotch more times than she wanted to count
considering she’d known him only a few hours.
And he hated demi-vamps.
Damn. Please don’t let her be attracted to the bastard
who killed her kind without a second thought. Armada became so pissed she
could spit nails. Why in the hell had Split done this? She didn’t need or want
a keeper. Her turning malevolent was as likely as a toad becoming a prince. Her
heritage interested the council, and she knew that from Split, but why? They’d
get very little from her.
Armada didn’t know her father.
Shaking her head, she remembered her mother believed herself
to be some kind of voodoo priestess, and before dying from an unknown disease,
she uttered one word repeatedly.
The day after she died, the house burned to the ground.
There was a bank account, and money continued appearing
every month, providing Armada the means to build a small cabin on her own. No
one visited or cared about the voodoo trash living in the woods. She had spent
the next three years living alone and afraid of what was happening to her.
Until Split Kryder showed up to drag her to the high desert of California,
Armada lived a scared, lonely existence. That was forty-two years ago -- Armada
had been twenty.
She didn’t look a day older than she had on the fateful day
Split had saved her life.
Armada also didn’t know then what she was or why she craved
blood. She had hunted in the dark of night and lived on raw animal meat. Her
body became emaciated and she dwindled away to nothing. When Split found her,
she sat by a tree in the dark, unable to capture an animal and ease her hunger.
She would have died from lack of sustenance. Split fed her his blood, made her
healthy again, and taught her all she knew about how a vampire lived.
That was all she remembered. She didn’t remember a childhood,
she didn’t remember a man ever visiting, and she didn’t even know if she had a
She’d only learned about the demon blood a few months ago.
Hell, she didn’t want to sprout horns or grow a tail. She had witnessed
firsthand what a diseased demi-vamp looked like when she hunted with Split. The
ragged teeth and yellow skin made her sick.
“Guess I’m not the only one in the room who kills
She spun to catch him watching her from the doorway. “Fuck
“Oooh! Go to hell.”
“A place more suitable to your kind.” Armada didn’t grasp
the meaning of his glare. Ringer’s voice grew softer. “Come eat, I cooked.”
“Why, when you could fabricate it?”
“Because I like to cook and fabricated doesn’t taste as
“Probably tastes like shit.”
Red circled his violet eyes. She understood that look,
having seen it often when Split became irritated. “You can let me know; I’ve
never tasted shit.”
She reached for a vase on the table and lifted it to hurl at
“Can you afford to replace that? I will take it out in
“God, I hate you.”
“Living with me is easier once you understand my rules.”
“I’m not living with you.”
“Yeah, you are.” He strode to stand beside her seat. “One,
don’t throw my shit around; two, eat what I cook or fabricate your own shit.”
He wrapped a curl of her hair around his finger. “Three, when we fuck, we do it
my way or not at all.”
Standing, she walked past him and turned. “I like not at
“Honey, you’ll be in my bed by nightfall.”
He walked to where she stood. “Linen closet is at the top of
the stairs. You’ll need bedclothes for the sofa.”
She glanced around the space for the first time. Expensive
antiques dotted shiny plank wood floors. The furniture was masculine and in a
mix of dark chocolate and red hues. Large windows remained bare of curtains. Probably
a voyeuristic jackass. The living room was large and bright. Good thing
there was no truth to the fact vampires could only move around at night.
Sunlight streamed in the window.
“Only one bedroom?” From the floor plan, she knew upstairs
held more than a single room, unless, of course, it was a damn large room.
He laughed and looked over his shoulder. “Only one you can
“Hope you like baked chicken.” He grinned. “With lots of
“I’ll fix a salad.”
She reached the kitchen in time to see him fork a breast and
a thigh onto a plate. He followed the chicken with a large dollop of mashed
potatoes. “Do I look like a salad fixings kind of guy to you?”
“Jesus.” She yanked open the refrigerator door and peered
inside. Closing her eyes, she attempted to bring salad greens to Barringer’s
house. Nothing. She could transport, but that was with Split’s help, and right
now, he seemed absent from her head. One day she’d get the hang of vampire
tricks and be able to use them by herself. Spying an old, spotted apple, she
grabbed it. “This will do.”
“Whatever.” He bit into the meat and chewed for a minute.
That was followed by a big helping of potatoes. After he’d swallowed the food,
he took a sip of white wine. He gazed at her with his head tilted. “You’re
thick enough to miss one meal.”
The apple slammed dead in the center of his plate sending
the chicken flying into his lap and mashed potatoes covering the front of his
J. Hali Steele
wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just
plain bite the crap out of... Well, since she can't, she would much rather roam
where her fictional big cats live—in the high desert of California. She enjoys
spending time with her sisters and friends who willingly listen to her
ramblings about the paranormal world and anything else that goes bump in the
night. They're a captive audience, but she promises to untie them soon!
author, when J. Hali's not writing, she can be found snuggled in front of the
TV with a good book, a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.
Favorite saying: Growl and roar—it's
okay to let the beast out.