Great Review for Station Leave

Nicole Harvey at PNR reivewed Station Leave and her kind words are making me dance and it's 6 am on a Saturday for me so you know it must be good. Here's what she had to say:

"Nick is one of those men that is a strong, take charge man that draws me and I am sure many other woman that read this book. It was just pure heat between the two that kept me flying until the last word. The day I was lucky enough to read Silvia Violet's books was the best day that is for sure. She is so gifted with words, the way her stories just get better and better."

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Excerpt: Wolf Caller 1: Control

Since I'm working on the last volume in the Wolf Caller series, I wanted to post a sample from the first book, Wolf Caller 1: Control for those of you who would like to know about this series.

Wolf Caller 1: Control by Silvia Violet

Serena slipped through the open doors into the courtyard and took a deep breath of the chilly night air. She'd been at the party for several hours and was beginning to grow weary of the endless, inane chatter. The evening promised no excitement. She'd broken things off with her last lover before going to the country with her cousin, and she'd not yet settled on another though she'd had several propositions.

She sat on a bench and looked up at the night sky. A couple's laughter echoed from the far side of the courtyard, but otherwise she seemed to be alone. Her thoughts drifted to the wolf she'd met in the woods, and her heart rate sped up.

"I was told I'd find you here."

She jumped and looked up at the man who stood beside her bench. She'd not heard him approach. Fuel-powered lanterns lined the courtyard, giving off enough light for her to see him as well as she would in the darkened ballroom. He belonged in an erotic dream. He wore his thick, dark brown hair unfashionably long, and he'd pulled it back into a queue. His eyes were light brown, almost golden. They were lit with something she could only guess was lust.

He was tall, several inches over six feet. His shoulders were so broad she feared for the seams of his black coat. The rich burgundy color of his waistcoat brought out deep red highlights in his hair. She fought to keep her eyes from drifting downward, though she desperately wanted to see if his pants fit as tightly as his coat.

"Have we been introduced?"

He lifted a brow. "Don't you know who I am?"

She studied his face again. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't imagine having met this man and not remembering his name.

The beginning strains of a waltz floated onto the patio. "Shall we dance?"

Serena knew she should refuse. To please her mother, she walked a fine line between flouting convention and upholding the reputation of her family. She was always discreet with her lovers, rarely dancing publicly with them. But whoever this man was, she wanted him badly. She wasn't going to risk him walking away.

She took his proffered hand and allowed him to help her up. She expected him to usher her inside. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and began twirling her in circles right there in the courtyard. He was a skilled dancer, and his arms felt as solid as she'd imagined them to be. He pulled her tight against his chest, and she fought the urge to lay her head on his shoulder and run her tongue along the strong line of his neck.

Serena prayed that no one would wander out from the ballroom. Not only was she dancing with a stranger, but the lack of distance between them was scandalous as was her desire to rip off his clothes and fuck him at the home of one of the Upper Circles' biggest gossips.

The stranger slid his hand down her back, and cupped her ass, pulling her even tighter to him. His rigid cock pressed into her belly, and she groaned. He maneuvered them to the edge of the courtyard and out into the gardens. As the music faded, he pulled her onto a bench and took her mouth in a ferocious kiss.

His tongue plundered her, taking her breath and any will to protest. She put her arms around the stranger's neck and held him against her, returning the kiss with equal ferocity. Just as she was growing desperate for air, he pulled back and looked at her, his eyes practically on fire.

"I want you."

She smiled drunkenly. "Who are you?"

He smiled. "Lord Valmont, at your service."

She exhaled slowly. She'd been snared by a champion seducer. She should be annoyed, but her heart pounded with anticipation. She'd been especially restless lately, and the werewolf encounter had unsettled her further. Perhaps a liaison with a dangerous man was just what she needed.

"I should have known. You have quite a reputation for seducing women without so much as a proper introduction."

He looked suddenly serious. "I assure you. We have met."

Serena licked her lips with deliberate slowness. "I would remember you."

"Don't you?"

She shook her head.

"I remember you very well." When he smiled, Serena saw fangs.

Oh Goddess, no. The wolf. Derek Valmont wasn't just a dangerous man. He was a werewolf.

She brushed her hands along her skirt and stood. "I should go."

His hand closed around her wrist, like a iron cuff. "I don't think so."

He jerked her onto his lap and fisted a hand in her hair, holding her still. She struggled at first but soon discovered it was fruitless. He was stronger than any man she'd ever met. His lips took hers again. The need to fight drained out of her as hot, throbbing pleasure assaulted her. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and her pussy clenched with need. She'd had skilled lovers before but none of them had made her this hot this fast.

Valmont pushed her skirt up, and caressed her leg. When his hand found her slick folds, he growled against her mouth as he teased he her. His fingers flicked across her clit and down through her wetness, dipping just inside her but refusing to give her more satisfying contact.

She arched against him shamelessly. He pulled back from her lips and moved his hand from the back of her head to her breast, pinching her nipple as he finally pushed a finger deep inside her. She groaned and ground herself down on him.

"How does it feel to be the one who's lost control?"

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Station Leave - Available from Changeling Press

My latest release is Station Leave, a sci fi novella published by Changeling Press.

Sabra Dexter, an employee of Inter-Galactic Shipping, just completed a two-month run with a crew who couldn't find their heads if they weren't attached, rations that consisted almost entirely of beans, and the tedious job of managing every ounce of cargo on her ship. She needs a vacation and some hot sex.

When her ship docks at Cisco Station for three days, she intends to find some good food, and a man to satisfy her pent up needs. But she doesn't expect to find them in the same place. When a mix-up with her food gives her the chance to talk Nick, a gorgeous crew captain from a rival shipping company, she gets up the nerve to invite him to join her for the evening. Sabra quickly discovers that he loves dominance games as much as she does, and they spend a delightful, exhausting night together. Sabra intended to have a one-night stand, but she quickly realizes she feels more for Nick than just desire. Can a station leave liaison become a relationship, or should she cut her losses before she gives up her heart?


Excerpt:
By the time they reached Nick’s cabin, Sabra’s body thrummed with excitement, and the seat of her flightsuit was seriously damp. She and Nick hadn’t spoken on the short elevator ride. She felt ridiculous making small talk to fill the time, and she’d never been good at sexy banter.

She’d propositioned men during station leave before, but it had always been in a club or when she’d been drunk enough not to care. Her quest for a partner had never seemed this calculated before, not that Nick seemed to mind. When she’d glanced down as he pressed the call button for the lift, she’d noticed a sizeable bulge in his flightsuit. He was hard and ready to go. She had to prevent herself from jumping him right there.

Nick pressed his hand to his cabin’s lock pad and the door slid open. Sabra nearly gasped at the luxurious surroundings. He’d rented a full suite. “Ident card?”

She handed it to him, and he scanned it through the room’s computer. Within seconds he verified that she’d taken her most recent dose of anti-STD vaccine and chosen the birth control option. He scanned his own card so she could see that he was also clean. As she put her card back in her belt holster, she steeled herself for some awkward moments before they officially got down to business.

But she needn’t have worried. The second his card was secured, Nick grabbed her and pushed her back against the wall. His mouth locked on hers in the most ferocious kiss she’d had in years. Her tongue tangled with his, and her hands went to the fastenings of his flightsuit, desperately needing to get him naked and see the gorgeous body she knew was hidden underneath.

She opened her legs so he could rub his hard cock against her. Damn, it felt good. His hands slid up her stomach to her breasts, and his thumbs flicked across her nipples, making her gasp. She succeeded in getting his suit open to the waist, and he let go of her long enough to shuck it completely. She worked the fastenings of her own garment while she watched him.

The muscles of Nick’s chest were perfectly defined, and Sabra wanted to run her tongue over each one so she could give his body the worship it deserved. As she’d suspected, he wore nothing underneath the suit. When he pushed it past his hips, his cock sprang free, and her hands froze on the final clasp of her suit. His shaft was almost dauntingly thick and so perfectly formed it would do justice to the most beautiful sculpture.

When he kicked off his boots and the flightsuit, rendering himself completely naked, she forced herself to look up.

He smiled. “Like what you see?”

“Unh huh.”

“Good.” He knelt in front of her and pushed her hands out of the way so he could finish undressing her. He peeled her suit off her arms and down to her waist. Then he leaned forward and swiped his tongue across her abdomen. The sensation created such a rush in her body that she jumped.

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