#NewRelease from Kryssie Fortune: The Viscount's Pet

I'm joined today by Kryssie Fortune. Kryssie writes hot, hot romance, and her newest release is no exception. THE VISCOUNT'S PET is set in Regency England. Welcome Kryssie!

Blurb:
When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:
A single tear slipped through her defenses. She blinked and wiped it away. If he said another word, she’d shatter. Anger that he’d spanked and insulted her welled up inside her. She couldn’t decide which hurt more—her bruised ribs or her sore bottom.

Misery blocked her throat and dried her mouth. She’d probably deserved that spanking since her failure ten years ago cost Susanna her life. She’d blamed herself when she heard the French had killed Stonehurst. That her childhood scheme hadn’t sent him to his death was the only bright spot in her miserable evening.

As they rode, her brief spark of anger faded into despair. She never made a sound, but tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Damn it,” Stonehurst muttered under his breath, “don’t cry.”

Despite the balmy summer night, she couldn’t stop shivering. He tightened his arms, pulling her toward him. When he buried his face in her hair, she thought he inhaled in her favorite floral perfume. She hoped it pleased him. His citrus and herbal cologne certainly delighted her.

When he reached the rose garden, the musky scent of the flowers lingered, heady and intoxicating. Despite his wooden leg, he slid easily from the saddle and helped her dismount. His hands rested a few seconds too long on her waist. She relaxed and leaned toward him, but his severe expression condemned her. While her past actions deserved his scorn, it still crushed her.

As if he couldn’t stop himself, he tugged her against him. His mouth slammed against hers, claiming, dominating, and possessing. A soft moan flowed from her. When she nestled into his embrace, her heart told her she’d come home.
He tangled his hands in the loose strands of her hair and anchored her lips to his. As his tongue traced the seam between them, she opened for him. He tasted of fresh lemons and spearmint. His kiss was all-consuming and addictive, a sinful delight that flooded her soul with joy.

The longer he held her, the more she relaxed. Everything about him made her feel sheltered and safe. Deep down she knew it was an illusion. He’d already sided with her brother, and her ribs would suffer for it.

Confused by the feelings he roused in her breast, her grip on reality faded, and she responded with unexpected eagerness. Wrong or not, she’d savor this moment of pleasure. Something hot and sensual sizzled between them. Unable to resist, she slid her arms around his neck, and ran her foot up and down his right calf.

When he crushed her against his chest, the added intimacy made her heart pound and her knees weak. Only, given their past, they could never have a future.

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Quick Fire Quiz 

Does writing energize or exhaust you?
Definitely energize. I get bad tempered if I don’t do something to inch my writing forward every day.

Ballpoint or fountain pen?
Ball point. I write in a notebook, type up, then read it through before moving on to the next chapter.

What time of the day is best for you as a writer?
Anywhere, anytime. If I have a free moment I put pen to paper. A lot of my early writing was done on the bus on the way to and from work.

Who are three of your favorite authors?
Kresley Cole, Georgette Heyer, and  currently J.S. Scott. The last one changes but I’ve loved the other two for years.

Which book – of all the books you’ve written – do you like the best?
Always the one I’m working on. I’m proud of Taken as Theirs because it was my first book to hit the top ten in its category. I love regency romance, and I love my latest very hot Regency romance. Georgette Heyer would be turning in her grave.

How do you research your locations?
Internet and visits. A lot of my books are set in Yorkshire, England. That’s my home county. For my Westhorpe Ridge series, I hounded friends in North Carolina to check details. For my current WIP I visited Lindisfarne in Northumberland to scout the island. (Any excuse for a weekend break with my husband.)

Kryssie Fortune and TAKEN AS THEIRS

Kryssie Fortune is my guest today, and she sat down for an interview with me. Her newest release is TAKEN AS THEIRS, and she tells us how she got the idea for the story. One thing I know about Kryssie is that she writes hot, hot, hot! Please welcome Kryssie Fortune.

Where did you get the idea for your new novel, Taken as Theirs?

I love to read and belonged to a literary group. We read Margret Atwood’s Handmaiden’s Tale.  and it got me thinking. I loved the idea of a world most women were infertile. That made them either commodities or treasures. Then the what if’s started.

What if the same disease that made the females of species infertile almost wiped out humanity?

What if the vampires, werewolves, and demons really lived among us?

What if the paranormal species became the dominant species?

And how would people cope in a post-apocalyptic world?

That was my starting premise for Taken as Theirs. It shows how three species survive and treat their women. That sounds very highbrow, but my book’s a hot, sexy action / adventure full of dominant werewolves and wicked vampires. I’ve never had a book in the Amazon top fifty twenty before, and so far, the reviews have been amazing. I’m very proud of Taken as Theirs.

What do you want readers to come away with after they read your book, Taken as Theirs?

I want Dane and Eli, my werewolf heroes, to be the reader’s best ever book boyfriends. I loved the characters with their mix of kindness, compassion, and sexual dominance.  My heroine’s sassy and full of fun, she’s submissive only to the werewolves she loves. She’s tiny but full of spirit, a natural problem solver.  Most of all, I want readers to think, “That was a great story.”

Did you always want to be a writer?

One of my friends claims I wanted to write a book when we were at school. I didn’t want it badly enough to do more than talk about it until my heart valve collapsed eighteen years ago. It was unexpected and potentially deadly. Fortunately, a wonderful surgeon gave me a bionic one. That’s when I reached for my dreams, picked up a pen, and started writing.

Do you have any words of advice to beginning writers?

Keep going and read Stephen King’s book, On Writing. Whatever genre you read, it will help.

How did you get started writing romance?

I never wanted to write anything else. I read romance novels of any genre. Like Marilyn Monroe, I like mine hot. That’s certainly what I write. The more I write, the sexier my stories get.

Do you write in the same place every day or do you like to change it up?

In winter, I write at the computer desk in the front room. In summer, I write in the garden shed. My wonderful husband has fit it out with a computer desk, blankets and rugs. It’s a little haven of quiet surrounded by tubs of flowers.

Tell us a bit about you. Where do you live, and how long have you been writing?

I retired to England’s Yorkshire coast three years ago. I spend time each day with my husband walking on the beach. In between, I love to cook. I’m pretty good at it, but I still have the odd disaster. I think that can be said of my first draft writing too. I spend forever editing and polishing a manuscript before it goes to my publisher. After that, my husband reads it. Then my lovely beta reader, Wendy checks it. You’d think it would be perfect, but my editor always finds bits I’ve missed. The one thing I’ve learned is never to be precious about my writing. I’m always grateful when a publisher accepts it.

If writing is your first passion, what is your second?

My husband and my family. We celebrated our ruby wedding three years ago, and I’d marry him again tomorrow. I have an adult son and daughter who I'm inordinately proud of. One’s something mysterious in international finance and one’s a head teacher. Thanks to them I have three grandchildren. Two boys I don’t see often enough as they live over 200 miles away and an eighteen-month old granddaughter.

What are your hobbies away from the computer?

I quiz with my husband and two good friends twice a week. A local bar has entertainment twice a week, and I can usually be found on their dance floor.

What did you want to be (occupation-wise) when you were a child?

At four, I wanted to be a gypsy. I loved that they had horses and dogs. Afterward, I wanted to be a rocket scientist. I have the physics A level to prove it.

How do you choose the names and physical characteristics of your characters? Do you base them on real people?

I have a fondness for sparky red-headed heroines. That said, they can’t all look the same. be red heads. I work out how they look before I start. My heroes often have scars, either physical or mental – as in PTSD. They are always muscular warriors who can hold their own in any situation.
Names are the hardest part for me. I often change them halfway though the story. In Taken as Theirs, Dane was going to be Cain until HE insisted on something better. Other times I look though lists of popular names from the year my character would have been born.

Cassie, in Taken as Theirs was different. I wanted her and her two younger sisters to have the names of ancient queens. (That’s for the possible follow up, though, so please don’t tell.) She’s named for Cassiopeia, the vain queen from Greek mythology. Later, I learned it’s also the name of a species of jellyfish! All I can say, is she’s made of steel not jelly.

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Publishers Blurb:
As a breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome beasts decided to take her for themselves.

Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate, and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?

Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Excerpt:
Goosebumps covered Cassie’s flesh. Tingles raced between her legs, tiny electric sparks that warmed her blood. One kind word and her good intentions would crumble—just like her sisters’ chance of freedom if she told this drop-dead gorgeous pair about them.

What with the vampire auction and that nightmare descent of the cliff, she couldn’t take much more. Cassie had been a fool to think she could escape. Completely drained, she was at the werewolves’ mercy.

Her imagination worked overtime. Wolves were pack animals. Suppose they decided to share her around the crew? The vampires certainly would have, and she didn’t expect werewolves to behave any better.

She cowered when Eli pulled a knife, but he sawed through the wet rope binding her to his brother. Her legs folded, and only Dane’s strong grip kept her upright. Sheaving his knife, Eli swept her into his arms.

He gave her his best Pepsodent-white smile. “Foolish little princess, so eager to return to the vampires who will abuse you. You’re safe here, despite the unconventional start to our friendship.”

Like a half-drowned kitten, she dripped water onto his trousers. He smelled of summer breezes and crops ripening in the fields. So cold her teeth had stopped chattering, she let go of her fears and let Eli take charge. Heat flowed from his chest to hers, but it wasn’t enough. She felt like an ice cube lost at the back of a freezer.

He carried her through a narrow galley, and into the captain’s cabin. She’d expected twin bunks and a tiny space. Instead, this room reminded her of Nelson’s cabin on the HMS Victory. The back wall consisted of window panes, giving her a view of the distant cliffs. The view fascinated and delighted her but the cabin’s four-poster bed terrified her. It covered more than half the room and had enough room for three if not four.

Dane pulled towels from a trunk then tossed her one of his brother’s jumpers. “Get dry, princess then get into bed and warm up. We’re going to lock you in while we get underway in earnest, but we’ll be back with hot stew and a hot coffee soon.”

After living on half rations for a week, her mouth watered at the thought of a decent meal. That these dominant werewolves cared for her welfare stunned her. Then they offered her a coffee. Utter luxury.

Emotions set in, and tears filled her eyes. She broke into a cold sweat that turned her forehead clammy. She’d never felt so weary in her life—not even when she’d swum marathons.

Dane lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Don’t cry, little human. You’re safe now.”

The intensity in his gaze felt like a shot of energy for her soul. It made her feel hot and tingly inside. She craved his touch, and maybe his kiss. A fresh set of shivers beset her. This time, they were more about her forbidden attraction for the werewolves than the cold.


About Kryssie Fortune:

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous.
Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.

Kryssie Fortune: WICKEDLY USED #EggcerptExchan

Kryssie Fortune is my #EggcerptExchan guest today. She writes hot erotic romance, and her newest release, WICKEDLY USED, is no exception. WICKEDLY USED  released February 17, 2018. Here's Kryssie Fortune to tell us a little about her book. Take it away, Kryssie!

Blurb, WICKEDLY USED:

While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl’s scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Publisher’s Note: Wickedly Used: A Dark Regency Romance includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt: 

Hidden behind their masks, the patrons behaved too freely. Druid’s Walk became a place for pleasure and indiscreet sex. Seeing that serving girl go there alone roused his protective instincts. He needed to ensure her safety, but it took him a while to make his way through the crowd.

His size always made him stand out, and tonight, he drew predatory looks from some of the ton’s ladies. He’d been immune to women’s charms since his first love ruined his life. He didn’t understand why that serving girl called to him on a primal level.

Finally, he reached Druid’s Walk. Looking far ahead, he saw a group of Cits accost her; he clenched his fists and started toward them. Those louts needed to learn better manners. Just as he approached, she broke free and vanished into the night. The silly chit ran further into the Walk’s notorious depths.
Five drunken idiots had harried the woman who fascinated him. He released the cold fury that lived inside him and strode toward them. Menace dripped from his gaze. Dangerous and deadly, he knew five to one weren’t bad odds… for him. He’d honed his fighting skills during his seven years fighting in the Peninsular War. Teaching drunks who thought they were invincible some manners came naturally to him.

He tapped the nearest one on the shoulder. “You need to treat ladies with more respect.”

The drunk said nothing, just flailed his arms wildly, trying to hit the dragoon’s head. Sidestepping, Rothbury planted his right fist in the drunk’s face and his left in his gut. The man doubled over and threw up.

The other four rushed him in a group. Rothbury’s first punch broke a man’s nose. His second dislocated another’s jaw. One kick and another drunk doubled over on the ground. Two more punches and the last two sprawled on the mud at his feet.

Breathing steady and even, Rothbury towered over them. If they’d have been in his unit, they’d have been on a charge. Tonight, he’d leave them sprawled on the pathway and follow the blonde who’d enchanted him.

The need to possess her clawed at his soul. Her beauty drove him wild and turned his balls blue. Not that he could afford a mistress or even a couple of hours with a whore. If she was the innocent she seemed, he’d see her safely home. But he wanted her to be wicked and willing.

By the time he found her again, she’d attracted Lord Dawlish’s attention. That man’s reputation was so dark his peers had blackballed him at White’s.

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1 Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

My heroine, Lady Elizabeth Blayneton is an heiress, but she can’t inherit until she marries or turns thirty. Her uncle and guardian is determined she will marry his slack-mouthed son, but she’d rather not marry at all than wed him. Only she doesn’t want to die a virgin.

2 Tell us about your hero.

Brigade Major Lord Rothbury carries the wounds his first love inflicted when she threw him over for his father. To silence the gossip, his father packed him off to fight in the Peninsula war and squandered the family fortune on his new bride. When the current Lord Rothbury inherited, there was nothing but mortgages and debts. He’s been trying to put things right and provide for his sisters ever since. Waterloo looms, and he’s recalled to Wellington’s staff. Then there’s this serving girl who keeps ending up in his bed, only wedding her would cause another scandal and ruin his sisters’ future.

3 What genre are your books?

I write romance. Any sort. Paranormal or contemporary. Wickedly Used is my first Regency Romance, although it’s darker than many.

4.      What draws you to this genre?

I write the books I like to read. There’s always a strong plot, with lots of adventure. Then there’s the sex. My pet hate is cliff hangers. Each book in either of my series can be read as stand-alone romance. Add in that I’m a sucker for a happy-ever-after, and you’ve got my writing style.

5.       What is your favorite motivational phrase.

It’s one of Mohamed Ali’s catchphrases. “If my head can conceive it and my heart can believe it, then I can achieve it.”

6 How do you select the names of your characters?

I try to pick a name that fits the world they live in. My paranormal heroines are often named for herbs and flowers. For my contemporary characters, I look at popular names in the year they were born. Sometimes they shout at me that I’ve named them wrongly, but that doesn’t happen often. The heroine in my book Claimed by Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf went through three name changes before I got her name right.


More about Kryssie Fortune:

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.

Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unkown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.

Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.

Kryssie Fortune in the Spotlight!

Kryssie Fortune is my spotlight guest today, with a blurb and an excerpt from DOMINATED BY THE DRAGON, Book one in her Doms of Dragon Island series. Welcome Kryssie!

A former super soldier turned dragon demon must choose between his soul mate and saving the world from a nuclear winter.

The British army’s nuclear testing bonded a dragon into Flynn Hemsworth’s soul. Military scientists vivisected and tortured him until he escaped two years later. Although he’s never aged, he’s been alone and on the run for almost six decades. When he prevents a naked woman from being the prize lot in a coven’s slave auction, he realizes she has an unexplored submissive streak.

Hope Mathews—a sassy blonde with killer keyboard skills—is a strong independent woman. When Flynn prevents her being sold to a demon, she discovers she enjoys spankings and light bondage.

Together Hope and Flynn must shut down a coven of black magicians, rescue kidnapped demons, and stop a black ops nuclear missile hitting the UK. Even if they manage all that, Hope’s the granddaughter of a billionaire while Flynn’s still on the run from the military who want to dissect him again. Can they find common ground and build a life together?

Reader Advisory: Contains explicit language, a virginal heroine who discovers she enjoys spanking and bondage. Add in some serious dragon demon loving, light the blue touch paper, stand back, and watch the sparks fly.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Paranormal BDSM Romance – 63,094 words. BDSM, Exhibitionism, Orgies and Spanking. 

Excerpt

He needed to grab the women and get out of here. Once he’d stashed them in the safe house he’d warded earlier, he’d come back and teach the slavers about blood and pain. His dragon purred at the thought.

He despised slavers and black magic. Hell, he hated anything magical and weird—himself included. Thanks to the military and their sick experiments, he’d become danger, death, and destruction—at least temporarily. His inner beast roared again. “Free me. Let me play with them until they beg for mercy.”

He slicked his hand through his damp curls. His beast stretched inside him and unfurled its claws. Its fire scorched through him, feeding his anger and warming his body. The rain fell harder, making the ground muddy under foot. High on sex and violence, the crowd didn’t care.

When Flynn saw Hope shiver, fury whipped through him. He’d tie a knot in the snake demon’s tail; then those hyena demons were going down. Still human, apart from the ever-present purple glow in his eyes, he charged. The spectators gasped. Pebbles dislodged by his wild attack rolled down the hillside. The hyena demons howled and leaped forward. One lunged for his ankles. The other went for his throat.

The snake demon stood aloof and made a soft, sibilant hiss. Flynn’s fist smashed into the hyena’s face. Its distressed yelp roused the crowd.

“Take him,” one spectator shouted.

“Twenty quid on the hyena shifters,” another yelled.

From the rear of the circle, another called, “Ten on the human.”

“Come on, big guy”—a would-be witch fingered her clit—“take him.”

A woman at the front of the crowd cooed, “Yeah, kill them then come play. We’re willing and sooo good.”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!” the crowd chanted.

One hyena clung limpet-like to Flynn’s legs. Almost, he toppled into the mud. Instead, he staggered but stayed stubbornly upright. His beast roared inside him. It wanted to wrap those hyena demons in a sheet of flame and send them straight to Hell.

Flynn heaved one leg free. His steel toecap pulverized the hyena’s jaw. The other hyena leaped for his throat—again. Didn’t work the first time, pal. What’s up? You got learning difficulties?

Flynn’s fist crunched into its face like a battering ram. It howled and retreated, blood pouring from its nose. It leaped again. Flynn spun aside, as graceful as a ballet dancer. The hyena’s claws barely missed his eyes.

A grab of a hyena wrist. A twist that stretched tendons and misaligned joints. Shards of bone poked through its flesh. Its earsplitting yowl made the spectators gasp. The hyena demon staggered toward the woman tethered on the stone slab.

Flynn’s beast roared and demanded its freedom. He ignored it, flexed his muscles like a well-toned athlete, and made a standing leap onto the altar. He landed with one foot either side of Sleeping Beauty. The hyena demon with the pulverized cheek wrapped its arms around one of his legs and yanked hard. Bloody thing’s hanging on to my leg like it wants to hump it. Well, hump someone else, pal.

Flynn’s boot squished into its right eye. It collapsed, muscles twitching. Finally, it lay still and whimpered. Its pack mate growled in fury. Broken wrist forgotten, it leaped for Flynn’s throat. Again? Time to find a better attack mode, laughing boy.

Flynn clotheslined the hyena midflight. Its larynx crushed beneath his forearm as its jaws snapped shut on empty air. The hyena demon dropped as though he’d shot it. It lay in the mud, chest heaving. Flynn leaped from the boulder, grabbed the demon’s neck, and twisted until he felt vertebrae shatter. Its eyes glazed, and it whined a brief lament before its head flopped to one side. Its tongue lolled between its lips, limp and lifeless.

One hyena down, one to go. Then for the snake.

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Author Bio:

If you love sexy vampires, possessive werewolves, muscular Fae, and ancient Gods, then Kryssie Fortune's your girl. She grew up climbing trees and playing with imaginary dragons. Now her dragons live in her books. Kryssie's a Yorkshire lass, who lives within driving distance of Whitby - the home all things paranormal and strange. A chunk of Curse of the Fae King is set there. It's also where Bram Stoker penned Dracula.

Her husband says she's part cat - always curious. He's probably right, but she'd rather be part dragon. A serial dieter and coffee addict, Kryssie reads read anything she can get her hands on. Her pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series where the books end on a cliff hanger.

Kryssie's books are hot and explicit, but the plot always comes before the sex. Since she writes erotic romance, she guarantees a happy ending.

Kryssie is active on social media and loves to here from her fans.

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