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Deborah Court – Winners

Just a quick post to announce the winners of  the digital copy of Deborah Court’s Bound To The Prince along with the MP3 of Jezebel’s Bound To You, the soundtrack for the book’s trailer! gave me 18, 11 & 21, so a huge Congrats to:

 Proserpine, Audrey De Souza & Credorosax!! 🙂

If all the winners could email me at sidhevicious(at)gmail(dot)com we can work out the details of your prize. If I haven’t heard back from one or more winners in 3 days, new names will be drawn from eligible entrants.

A huge thank you again to Deborah Court for spending some time with us here at SVR and for providing the prizes in the giveaway.

September 30, 2011 Posted by | Contest, Contests, Winners | , , , | 1 Comment

Deborah Court – Guest Blog & Giveaway

Today on SVR we’re happy to have paranormal romance/erotica author Deborah Court joining us for a guest blog & giveaway! She’s here to celebrate her new release, Bound To The Prince, which I am really looking forward to reading ASAP. Hello smexy times with a hot Eleven Prince! 😀 Deborah’s written up a great guest post about why she’s a fan of the pointy-eared Fae and has included a super steamy excerpt to give you all a taste of her book.

(As a responsible book blogger/adult, I will give fair warning that this book is in the Erotica category, so if you’re under 18, you should “Look away les innocents, look away!”)

There’s also a giveaway at the end of the post, so read on adult book connoisseurs!

Elven Warriors and Damsels in Distress – The World of “Bound to the Prince”

Dear readers, my name is Deborah Court, and I am delighted to be a guest writer on Judi’s wonderful blog today.

I write Paranormal Romances. The really steamy sort. With elven warriors of deadly beauty, capable of making a woman die from sheer pleasure.

Intrigued? Oh yes. Admit it. Who hasn’t secretly dreamed of being in the arms of one of those magically gifted, pointy-eared immortals? They are graceful and supernaturally strong, their movements so perfectly balanced that you wouldn’t want to meet them in battle. Elves are beautiful and irresistible. You want to braid their long, silken hair, let it slide through your fingers.

And you definitely want to know how they’ll use their magic when they make love to you on a bed of golden leaves. Ahem. Sorry, I got carried away.

Ever since I first read The Lord of the Rings at age thirteen, I was hooked on elves. Those beautiful, immortal creatures fascinated me right from the start, and I fell instantly in love with Legolas the first time I saw Orlando Bloom in his elven costume, climbing a mountain in an early preview trailer of the first LOTR movie. Legolas totally kicked *ss. Remember him counting the orcs he killed in a brotherly competition with dwarf Gimli, and how he slid down the giant oliphant’s trunk? He was very different from those ethereal elves in long, flowing robes that glided along the halls of Rivendell.

Elfquest, a graphic novel by Wendy and Richard Pini, strongly influenced my imagination, as well. Years later, the elven fever struck me again when I saw the movie Hellboy 2 which featured an elven villain, Nuada, fascinatingly portrayed by Luke Goss. Still I longed for a darkly romantic kind of elf. I wanted him to be seductive, masculine and dangerous, but also clever and cunning. Finally I felt inspired to create my
own elven hero, Elathan. This was the moment I started to write Bound to the Prince, and the story began to develop a life of its own.

Fallen from grace, elven warrior prince Elathan is living in exile, separated from his own people. He despises humans; yet he has chosen to live among them, hidden in underground caves. When he beholds a compelling mortal woman on a London bridge one night, he abducts her and takes her to his lair, commanding her to be his slave of pleasure.

Igraine Chandler, a nurse from New Jersey, might not be everyone’s idea of a perfect romantic heroine. Recently dumped by her faithless fiancé, she’s heartbroken and bereft of all her hopes and dreams. At the start of the story, we find her questioning whether her life holds any meaning. But she soon finds herself in a world beyond her wildest dreams, fighting at the side of an elven prince, as she tries to help him reclaim his throne. But can she survive a night of untamed passion in the arms of a Fae?

Whatever happens, this night will change her forever and she’ll find herself craving far more than carnal pleasure. Igraine will need to be prepared to die for the immortal love of a prince.

Read an excerpt of Bound to the Prince below. For more excerpts and fun stuff, head over to my homepage
( You can also visit my blog (, Goodreads site ( and follow me on Twitter (!/Deborah_Court_) or Facebook (!/profile.php?id=100002593778901). You might also like to watch the book trailer
here: (

Bound to the Prince is available at Amazon (, Smashwords (, Barnes & Noble ( and iTunes (

Yours truly,

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(I’m going to jump in here and just give fair warning that this excerpt is on the “smexy-steamier” side, so if you’re under 18, consider yourself warned) – Sidhe

Excerpt from “Bound to the Prince”)

© 2011 Deborah Court

Elathan stood at the edge of the lake, waiting for Igraine to serve him. “What do you want me to do, my Lord?” she asked, still avoiding looking at his private parts.

“Don’t you filthy humans even know how to wash?” he hissed impatiently. He gestured to the ornate table. “These vials contain soaps and oils. Use them to bathe my body, slave.” The prince stepped under the waterfall, rinsing off part of the mud, but it stuck to his skin and hair. Igraine sniffed at some of the bottles, inhaling their wonderful, unknown scents. Some of them were fresh, others musky, but clearly intended for use on the gorgeous body of the male who was showering right in front of her, naked. Water droplets glistened on his skin, running down from his chest to his flat, rippling stomach and still further down, gathering at … “Why do I feel like I’m in midst of a Cool Water commercial now?” she nervously murmured, wincing when the elf threw her a glance that clearly declared her a lunatic.

Sighing, Igraine took a small green bottle containing a soapy liquid and followed the prince. Elathan stepped out of his natural shower without even looking at her. Closing his eyes, he turned his broad back to Igraine, with the unspoken order to wash him. She poured some of the aromatic soap into the palm of her hand. The mud was diluted by the water, but it still ran in dark streams over the elf’s body, down over his hips and his muscular backside, dripping over his thighs. It collected in a puddle at his feet.

Igraine’s hands trembled when she reached out to touch him. “May I …?” she said softly. “What are you waiting for?” Elathan replied. Despite the harsh words, his voice was low and hoarse. She couldn’t see the expression of his face from behind, but she noticed his rigid posture. His contempt for her was obvious.

Taking a deep breath, she fought back her tears and started with his dirty hair, lathering it with the luxurious soap. Black, muddy water ran through her fingers and down her arms. When she had worked the soap into the whole silken length, she reached up to massage his scalp. Elathan stiffened before tilting his head back so she could reach him more easily. After she had washed all the mud out of his hair, she reached out to touch his shoulders, covering his pale skin with the soap.

Elathan stiffened even more, looking like a statue of stone now. Her hands wandered to the sides of his neck to wash the dirt away, then moved down over his shoulders, rubbing him in circles. His skin was smooth and soft as velvet over his rock-hard muscles. She longed to touch him, ferociously. No man had ever affected her so much. Just being close to him made her a weak creature, driven by the most primitive desire to mate.

Now that he couldn’t see her shamelessly staring at him, she was safe to admire his muscular back. It was built like an artist’s masterpiece. The scars marring his alabaster skin only enhanced his beauty. Without them, the sight would be too perfect for human eyes to endure. They were old, faint scars, diagonally crisscrossing all over his back. Igraine suddenly realized that the prince had been whipped, even if it had obviously happened long ago. Tears stinging in her eyes, she lightly traced the scars with her fingers while she washed his back. Although she didn’t dare, she longed to touch those reminders of his torment with her lips, kissing the ancient pain away.

Continuing with his waist, she found some very nasty grime there, sticking to the prince’s skin. As she rubbed his sides to get them clean, Elathan seemed to wince. She paused, but when he said nothing, she rubbed some more. He winced again, apparently trying to escape her touch. At first she stared at his back, baffled for a moment. Maybe he didn’t like her to touch him anymore. But then she understood.

The merciless, battle-hardened elven prince was ticklish.

Amazed by her discovery, she pondered about tickling him some more, but decided against it. She should not tempt her fate too much. Instead she reached around his waist and began to wash his wide chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and the heat of his skin. He was so tall that she had to press her body against his back to reach him with her arms. Moving down, she soaped his flat stomach, feeling the tense muscles under her fingertips. Elathan seemed to breathe more heavily now. For a moment, she asked herself what would happen if she dared to go even deeper, washing him … there. When she had finished and withdrew her arms, she glanced down at his butt. Heavens, this was too good to be true – so smooth, perfectly rounded and tight. She wondered if he would allow her to wash him there, too.

Suddenly a mischievous grin spread across her face. Well, even if he would kill her afterwards, this princely backside would be worth it. Now your ass is mine, Your Royal Highness, she thought. She just couldn’t help it. Then her hands touched his muscular buttocks, lathering the soap in small circles over the skin. Maybe being an elven prince’s slave wasn’t going to be so bad, after all. When Elathan moaned ever so softly, she couldn’t hold herself back anymore. A small giggle escaped her lips.

Strong hands grabbed her upper arms. Igraine was whirled around until she stared directly into Elathan’s furious face, his golden eyes burning with anger. Before she could move or utter a sound, he picked her up like a weightless doll and threw her into the lake.

All of this happened so quickly that she didn’t even have time to hold her breath. She sank into the dark water and struggled for a moment in panic. Then she managed to reach the surface and came up, coughing and gasping for air. Bewildered, she was still wondering what had happened when Elathan was suddenly in there with her, wading through the lake and quickly rinsing off the soap from his hair and body. His
pitiless grin let her know that he found her distress entertaining.

“You!” she shouted angrily, shoving against his chest with both hands. The fact that his eyes widened with surprise gave her a certain amount of satisfaction, but not enough. “Prince or not, who the hell do you think you are? First you abduct and enslave me, threatening to kill me if I don’t obey your every wish and whim. You hate humans, and still you don’t bother to kill me. Instead, you seem to enjoy your little game of humiliating me. Why don’t you finally get it over with, elf? You incredibly arrogant, insufferable…”

He grabbed her wrists and bent her arms behind her back with a swift movement. Simultaneously, he silenced her with a hard, passionate kiss.

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Thanks Deborah! Whew, it got warm in here, lol. 😀

 Giveaway Details:

Deborah Court has been gracious enough to supply 3 digital copies of her ebook Bound To The Prince & Each winner also gets an mp3 of the book soundtrack song,  “Bound to You” by Jezebel along with the book! That’s right, there will be three winners. Contest is open to Everyone.  I believe that Deborah will be popping by to respond to comments or questions as she’s able, so feel free to ask her questions as well.

Question: What was the first supernatural creature that you saw on TV or in a film that got you thinking about what it would be like to “hook up” with a being like that? (C’mon, you know you’ve thought about it, lol). 

For one entry: Please leave a comment with the answer to the question.  (+1 entry)

For extra entries:

I’m going to streamline this, so for each follow on twitter, facebook, goodreads or subscription to my blog, you can add an extra entry but be sure to let me know in your comment along with your username at each of them.

If you tweet about this contest, put up on facebook or post about it in your blog, for each link you provide, you get an extra entry.

  • Contest is open to Everyone and will run through September 29th until 11:59pm. The winners will be posted here on September 30th.
  • Please leave your email addy in your comment for me to contact you if you’ve won, but please post it like wilmaflinstone(at)boomshakalaka(dot)com so you don’t get any spam. If I haven’t heard back from the winner in 7 days, a new winner will be drawn from the eligible comments. Winners will be chosen by a random number generator. Good Luck everyone! :)

Please leave your links in one comment if possible. And yes I know I should get that Rafflecopter everyone’s using, lol.  Thanks!



September 15, 2011 Posted by | Contest, Contests, Guest Blogger, New Book Releases, New Releases, Uncategorized | , , , | 22 Comments