Saturday, March 31, 2012

Birthday Hop!


Hi All!

April 6th is Carrie-Ann Ryan's birthday. Watch out! LOL. And to celebrate, around 60 of her author and blogger friends--including Me and Megan Slayer--are hosting a hop for two days!! Whoot!

Each author is going to talk about their favorite birthdays or why they love (or hate) them. Really its a free for all because Carrie-Ann actually likes birthdays.

What does that mean for you as a reader?

Well, each author is giving away a prize at their blog. AND we're giving away TWO grand prizes.

1) A Kindle Touch
2) A $60 Amazon or Barnes & Noble Gift Card

Yep. You can comment on each blog and enter to win! How great is that? So on April 5th the hop begins and you have until 11:59PM on the 6th to participate!

Thanks so much and I hope to see you there!!!

Friday, March 30, 2012

New Book Video for the Crawford Boys Series!!



I love Goddess Fish Promotions. Why? Because they created this fantastic video for me. That's right. I love it.

Here are the tag lines, since it is Flirty Friday, for the books mentioned!

Right Where I Need to Be - Sometimes the love of your life isn’t the one you expect, but he’s the one you need.

Please Remember Me - Sometimes the hardest role in life is being true to yourself.

Over My Head - What happens when two opposites realize they have more in common than expected?

When You're With Me - A topless dancer plus a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love...or does it?

Thursday, March 29, 2012

D&W ~ You Know You Want to Know!

drinking and winning giveaway hop

And the winner is....

~ Cathy M ~

:::throws confetti::::

I've emailed you off list and hope to hear from you soon. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented. I hope you'll all stick around for the rest of the ride. I've got some great things in the works and can't wait to share them with you.

Reading Romances is Celebrating and I'm Helping!



My hour to celebrate is at 7 pm EST. Come on over and comment. Why? You can win a $10 Changeling Press GC and a backlist title of the winner's choice from either me or Megan Slayer. So come on over!!! Here's the linky!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Show Don't Tell

love this commercial... she says it so well.



Romances authors get it all the time, but if the message came from him? We'd probably all listen.

Treble has been reviewed!

Blackravens Reviews

I'm so glad to see this review from Blackraven's Reviews. Made my day! Here's what Trixie had to say about Savin' Me:

Savin’ Me was a much deeper story, emotionally than any of the others. The time has come for one of the trio to try and make amends with the other two lovers in order to save his soul and their musical careers. The depth of the characters and their love was beautifully told by Ms. Zwaduk. Love does not fit a pattern for everyone and this story was a great reminder of how you truly can’t control who you fall in love with.


Rated 4.5 ravens! Thanks Trixie. Made my day!

Monday, March 26, 2012

Monday Moans ~ Learning How To Bend



Thought I'd get a fund story from the vault out for the Monday Moans. Learning How to Bend. I Love this story and am happy to share it with you!

I know I'm a little late. Things happened and I'm sorry. Here's the moan!

Learning How to Bend
Total-E-Bound
contemp, m/f, m/f/m, multiple partners, anal sex, voyeurism
Available here!


Their marriage is about to fall apart, but not if she can help it and he's willing to bend.

Abby Donovan imagined nothing could change her simple life as a librarian. Her loving husband Seth, a mechanic in the Air National Guard, is scheduled to return from a short deployment in Iraq. Before he gets home, a letter arrives. It seems Seth is asking for a divorce. She must decide whether to walk away without a fight or to wait and confront him with the thing he's always dreamed of - a ménage à trois. But all is not as it seems.

Seth Donovan wanted an idyllic life to go along with his career in the military. Then he sees the atrocities of war firsthand. A conversation with a colleague ends up as fodder for the rumour mill and so much more. Seth never wanted a divorce. He wants his wife. Will she accept him despite the rumours and advances from another man? Or can their relationship withstand the turmoil of war?

And now for the moan!

Abby hooked her fingers into the waistband of Nate’s jeans, pulling his shirt free so she could explore his rock-hard stomach with her hands and lips. I’m so far out of my comfort zone… but I like it.
“Honey, Seth’s sportin’ a tent.”
She opened her eyes to take in the look of pleasure on Nate’s face. “So let’s give him a show. I want him so hot he can’t keep away.”
“Yeah.” Nate panted. “I forgot he likes to watch.”
“He does, and I want to titillate him.” Emboldened, she pulled the shirt over his head and began to suck on his bare chest and nipples. Nate tangled his fingers in her hair and muffled a groan.
Another set of hands groped her flesh, making her tingle from her hairline to her toes. Her breath caught in her throat. Adrenaline pounded through her system. Her pulse sped like when she made love with Seth, but this was different. Clandestine. Hot.
She paused when Seth whispered in her hear.
“Yes, Abby. I want to watch you and then I want you.”

Sunday, March 25, 2012

I've Been Interviewed by Trashonista!!



I got the honor of being interviewed by Trashonista Magazine. I had a blast doing the interview and would love to share it with you!! Come on over and read the interview. Here's the link or you can click the banner.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Drinking and Winning ~ Its a PARTY!

drinking and winning giveaway hop

The Pre- Party Giveaway Hop is being hosted by Reading Romances as a preparation for their blogiversary party on March 29!

For my part of the celebration, I'm including not only my favorite drink but an excerpt from my latest novel, When You're With Me.

So what's my favorite drink?



Sweet Wine Slushies
makes six 4-ounce servings
One 750ml bottle sweet, fruity wine, such as moscato or icewine
Fresh orange juice or white grape juice (optional)
Ice cubes (optional)
Orange or strawberry slices, to garnish
Pour the wine into empty ice cube trays. You will need about 2 standard-sized ice cube trays. (Each cube portion is about 1 ounce.) Freeze the wine overnight, or for at least 6 hours.

When ready to serve, place 4 frozen wine cubes in the bowl of a small food processor or a blender. Blend quickly, in sharp bursts, just until the cubes have broken up. They will be soft and flakey to begin with, and it shouldn't take too much processing to turn them into a slush. Don't overprocess; this will turn them into liquid.
Scrape the slush into a martini glass, garnish with a piece of fruit, and serve immediately. Repeat for each serving.

I had these at Richard Childress' Winery down in Welcome, NC and YUM! Made with peach, berry or any kind you like. Nom, nom. And you can use simple fruit juice instead if you want the less high test version.
And now for that excerpt! Here's the blurb for When You're With Me...




A topless dancer plus a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love...or does it?
There’s more to Jude Nelson than just a sequined thong. She has big dreams of becoming an artist. There’s one tiny wrinkle in her plan-she’ll never forget the bloody image of her friend’s battered body in the dumpster.
Who can a nude dancer turn to for help? Certainly not a hardened undercover cop...
Detective Drew Alwyn is on the case to find out who murdered his good friend and fellow officer. But the moment he sees Jude, he can’t look away. He has to decide which is more important-his dedication to his job or the girl who holds his bruised and battered heart.
Will these two opposites come together to solve the case or will their desire consume them?
Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of bondage, mentions of drug use by secondary characters, silk, sequins and art supplies used in foreplay, voyeurism and a little spanking for good measure.


EXCERPT TIME!!!
Ramon cupped her face in his hands and brought her lips to his. She had to know how he needed her—wanted her. It was a quick kiss, but it seared his lips instantaneously. The combination of lipstick, mouthwash and Jude nearly knocked him out. Her tongue grazed his lips and he sucked her into his mouth—tasting…enjoying her.
Jude paused one more moment. He could tell she liked it…a lot. She touched his chest with shaking fingers. A groan erupted from her throat and she rubbed against him. Heat radiated from her pussy on to his lap.
“Woman, you’re perfect for me,” he murmured.
“I’m…just me.” Jude fumbled for words and piqued his interest. Ramon assumed she didn’t hear words like that very often. Most women pushed the envelope—Jude exhibited clumsy inexperience. Even with the sexy bra and thick makeup, he could see the little girl inside. This was a woman who had been forced to make hard decisions in order to survive. She had class.
“I want to take you home. I need to.” Ramon rubbed her ass—so smooth against his skin and just the right size for his hands. Soft, supple and perfect.
“You can’t take me home. I’m not supposed to date clients.”
He brushed his thumb over her supple bottom lip. “Ah, but you’re wrong. I’m the new bouncer.”


What you can win here:

A pdf of When You're With Me!

Number of winners:

1

Open to:

Anyone who comments on the post and leaves their email in the post (can't contact you without it!) I'd be honored if you decided to follow the blog, but you don't have to.

How to enter:

Comment on the post! I want to know what book you'd read and what you'd drink while reading it. Yanno, like... Marley's Choice with a bottle of Yuengling or something like that. Must include your name AND email. If those three aren't there, I can't get in touch with you.

Hop and enter the other giveaways!







drinking and winning giveaway hop

Friday, March 23, 2012

Up For Book of the Month on D Renee Bagby Presents!



Both books are up for best first chapter and best cover at D Renee Bagby Presents! I'd love your vote, but vote with your heart! Click the banner below to get to the post!

D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters

Guesting at TRS BLUE!!



I'm over at TRS Blue talking about strippers and my latest novel, When You're With Me. Why not pop over? I'd love the company.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Guesting at Coffee Time with The Thursday 13!




So I forgot I was on Coffee Time Romance guest blogging the Thursday 13. I know, i know... suckytown! I should've remembered before like...now.

Here's the link if you want to check it out!
http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/thursday-thirteen-with-wendi-zwaduk/

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Natasha Blackthorne Stops by With White Lace and Promises


Book two in the Carte Blanche Series

Here's a little snippet from Natasha Blackthorne's latest novel, White Lace and Promises. Enjoy!

Beth and Grey’s passionate battle of wills continues...

New York Merchant Prince Grey Sexton loves the audacious, spirited young temptress who seduced him in a Philadelphia bookseller’s and made passionate love to him in his carriage. Her fiery nature broke through his cold self-protection. But in a time of war and trade disruption, he cannot allow himself to be distracted. He vows to put business above all else in his life, including his bride.

Shocked and hurt by Grey's distance, Beth wonders whether he truly returns the burning love she feels for him. Beth demands that Grey prove he can truly change once and for all or else she will not start a family with him. But will the dark, sensual secrets she yet keeps repel this arrogant, self-controlled gentleman she has married?

Read the rest of the chapter: http://dreneebagbypresentsfirstchapters.blogspot.com/search/label/Natasha%20Blackthorne

Read reviews: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13058116-white-lace-and-promises

Buy Link: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1476

And Here's an Excerpt!!!

By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over.
If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
Copyright © Natasha Blackthorne, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.
Excerpt From: White Lace and Promises


Chapter One

Philadelphia, PA, June 1812

“You’re going to have to behave.”
His cool tone, with its undercurrent of tolerant amusement, made her bristle. She forced herself to relax and smile at him. Seductively. Dazzlingly.
Grey Sexton remained unmoved, his silver eyes distant, the skin over his angular cheekbones taut, his strong jaw jutting with as much arrogance as ever. Tension poured off him, making her own neck muscles tighten. She’d known him in many moods but never so completely unresponsive.
Silence fell between them. As the carriage clattered towards Third Street along the pebble stones, her stomach fluttered. What had happened to the uncontrollable passion that had always flared between them? For weeks he’d been so warm, so attentive, so affectionate, the way she’d only suspected he could be. That warm affection had melted the very last of her defences and made her fall utterly in love with him.
Now, his handsome, hard-boned features remained closed, controlled.
Like ice.
Like a stranger.
Maybe the attentive lover had been a façade on his part, designed to gain her trust and secure her commitment? Or maybe it was a dream she had conjured from her own imagination.
Maybe the man she had fallen in love with had disappeared forever. No, she couldn’t accept that. She simply had to try to break through his icy exterior to the warmth beneath. Warmth she needed. She put her hand on his leg, whence he had so recently removed it, and traced her fingers over the fine, soft wool of his pantaloons. His powerful thigh muscles tensed. She glanced up.
His gaze was fixed on her moving hand, his pupils dilated and the skin taut over his cheekbones. How well she knew that expression. She smiled and laughed softly. What a ninny she was to worry. Nothing had changed. He would not be able to resist twice.
She reached the growing swell at his groin. Dear God, he was so huge and hard—as he was always. Heat flooded her veins and a tingling ache spread into her loins. She pressed her thighs tightly together.
His hand swept down and clamped hers. She caught her breath and a shiver raced through her, making her nipples pebble and her breasts swell. His hands were so large and strong, his skin so deeply tanned against hers. She couldn’t glance at his hands without recalling how they felt, so sure and skilled on her body. Wetness flowed from her core. She crossed her legs more tightly, turned and leaned closer to him.
He lifted her hand away, not gently as just a moment earlier but with determination. At the terse gesture, her heart leapt into her throat. She glanced up at him. “Why?”
He kept his hand wrapped around her wrist, holding her hand to her thigh. “You’re not listening to me.”
Her spine stiffened. “Well, this is a chilly reception after a week’s separation. A whole week without—”
A muscle twitched in his jaw. “I sent you a message, explaining why.”
Her stomach began aching like the first indication that something she’d eaten had begun to sour. “Yes, and I am certain you put more warmth into your bank drafts.”
He tapped his fingers on her hand. “Beth, I was preoccupied. I shall often be engaged with business matters. You shall have to accustom yourself.”
A hot retort rushed to her tongue. She gritted her teeth to stop it. Yes, he was a man of business. He had important things to do, places to go and people to see. But surely he could have spared her an hour or two somewhere in those seven days to pen a decent lover’s letter. She had ached for his company—she hated to admit how much. She ached right now for his hard body, pressing hers down on the plush velvet seat cushions. She ached even more for the reassurance of his lips on hers, his soft words in her ear.
Why must he deny them? What had changed? He’d said he was over the issue with the money. He’d said it that night before he’d left the shop. And now again this evening.
All right, he was no longer angry over their quarrel. He was over it. Then so was she.
Only, he didn’t truly seem to be over it.
With her free hand, she cracked open her fan and drew it in front of her face. Then she threw him a deadly gaze over the painted yellow silk. “I don’t see why you must enforce this hypocritical chastity upon us.”
He laughed, low and sensual, the first real warmth he’d shown since he’d come for her at her brother’s Southwark cobbler shop that evening. “You will not arrive at the house of your former benefactress—at the ball where we shall announce our engagement to society—smelling like a brothel.”
The mention of the ball cooled her blood—considerably. She was dreading tonight, when they would announce their engagement. Yes, others certainly suspected, but she feared the grudging tolerance with which society had accepted her into its midst would suddenly evaporate when those suspicions were confirmed. She sighed and fanned her face. “I don’t see why we must make such a huge fuss over our engagement.”
“You wanted a proper courtship and marriage.”
She couldn’t deny that. At first he’d wanted her for a mistress, but she’d refused his carte blanche. Vexed he couldn’t gain her commitment, he’d cast their attachment aside. Thrown her over. But he’d returned within a matter of weeks and asked her brother’s permission to court her.
In the weeks of their courtship he’d been unbelievably generous with his time and money—and his body. Oh, definitely generous with his body. But maybe now the formality of becoming engaged had chilled their affaire. Changed it from something rooted in the most heated passion to something proper.
Proper.
The word echoed in her mind, a mocking refrain. She feared she could no more transform herself into a proper lady than she could reinstate her virginity.
If he wanted a proper wife, then she had nothing to offer him. The thought made her blood freeze.
He took her left hand and lifted it. On her ring finger, a sizable sapphire on a gold band, along with its attendant circle of smaller diamonds, glittered in a shaft of light entering through a crack between the curtains. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it lingeringly. A flare of fire melted the ice in her veins. Then he met her eyes and the severity in his piercing, silver gaze froze her anew. “You didn’t want to be my mistress. You wanted to be my wife. You must accept the responsibility that comes with your new status.”
His harsh tone cut into her. Why was he behaving like this? To hide her dismay, she curled her lip. “I am surprised you haven’t insisted on a chaperone for us.”
“There’s no need to ape a European’s ostentatious manners. It is just that I have an important place in the world. A reputation to protect. A certain level of conduct is expected of me. You shall have to adapt and adhere to it.” He dropped her hand back into her lap and the ache in her stomach increased.
Adapt. Adhere. Behave. Hurry.
He’d done nothing this evening but lecture her. She’d feared all along that letting him slip that expensive ring on her finger would bring out the tyrant in him.
“Where are your gloves?”
His deep voice held a slightly vexed note.
“What?”
“Your gloves, you must have them,” he said with the same implacable authority she could imagine him using when one of his clerks misplaced a decimal point that might cost him thousands.
“Oh, yes…” She hated wearing evening gloves, hated the way they rode up high on her arms, the tight silk stifling her skin. She’d jammed them in her reticule right before leaving her brother’s cobbler shop… But where was her reticule now? Heart racing, she darted her gaze all about the carriage seat. No sign of it.
Damn.
Wait. She’d put it down on the front counter when she’d stopped to give her two nieces a kiss goodbye. And then Grey had been so impatient to leave… She’d forgotten all about it.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Why couldn’t she remember these details? Especially on a night like tonight when the stakes were so high. More proof that she’d never measure up as a lady.
He sighed, a long sound of exaggerated exasperation as he shifted in the seat and reached inside his dark blue cutaway coat. With an ironic expression, he unrolled two long, white silk gloves and handed them to her. “Why do I suspect this is going to become a habit with you?”
“It shan’t. I promise.”
He smiled thinly. The smile’s very thinness vexed her.
“I shan’t make it a habit,” she repeated forcefully.
“You needn’t get on high ropes with me, Beth.”
“But it is such a little thing…forgetting gloves.”
“Details are exceedingly important in society.” Sunlight from the window glinted bluish lights on his coal-black hair as he studied her for several moments. “You don’t seem very committed to learning how to get along in society.”
“I am committed. I am.”
“You refuse to attend to even the smallest detail.” His expression grew so stern that the hastily consumed dinner in her stomach turned to lead. “Beth, you must be sure you want to be married to me. In a matter of weeks, we shall be tied to each other for life.”
How could he even ask such a thing? Her mouth dropped open. “You are the one who wants to call off—all over missing gloves!”
He gave another exasperated sigh and shook his head slowly. “Good God, the things you say—your methods of reasoning are truly astonishing.”
“Don’t try to deny it. Your feelings towards me have cooled and you want to cry off.”
“I’ve committed myself—I wouldn’t cry off even if I wanted to. But I do not want to. However, I am afraid you are not ready for what is to come.” His gaze flickered over her. “I wonder if I haven’t done you a disservice in my greed to possess you.”
She turned away from him, flipped the curtain back and stared at the passing high, stone garden walls painted in rose-gold tones by the setting sun. “I didn’t know I was to be a possession. I thought I would be a wife.”
His long pause spoke volumes. She had managed to vex him. “It’s a turn of phrase, Beth, nothing more.”
“Well, it wasn’t so very long ago you did indeed want to buy me.” She kept her focus on the street, watching a small boy lead a puppy on a leash in front of one of the open gates.
How different the city looked from a carriage window. One did not notice the filthy gutters between the pebble streets and the brick sidewalks—nor the free-roaming pigs rooting there for scraps. One only saw the lines of trees shading the elegant mansions and neat little storefronts. Yet wasn’t it quite chilly in his elegant world? If she were outside, free and on foot, she would be able to feel the sun’s warmth on her face.
However, if Grey had committed himself in his pledge, she had committed herself in heart. Blood, bone and flesh. She loved him completely. She had known it would be that way with him. She would never be free now. But what if this cold stranger was the real Grey?
Oh, dear Lord, then she was so lost…
“Beth, why are you doing this?” Grey’s tone could have made snow fall on this June evening.
“Doing what?”
“Attempting to place a wedge between us.”
“You are the one who has insisted on placing a wedge between us, with your terse notes and your sudden penchant for propriety.”
In the silence, her heart thumped in her ears. Why wasn’t he replying? Had she finally pushed too hard?
“You’re nervous about tonight? Is that what this is about?” His voice sounded incrementally less chilly.
“I am nervous about us. What are we to each other now?”
“What the devil kind of question is that?”
Beneath his controlled tones rang real passion—what a pity it had to be ire.
Her dismal mood deepened. “We are no longer lovers and we haven’t known each other long enough to be friends.”
His breath caught slightly. She’d wounded him. She was beyond caring.
“We’re still lovers and we are friends.” His tone was severe, as if she were a naughty child he was reprimanding. “And, most importantly, we are soon to be husband and wife.”
“It seems so cold. I could face it all—all the things you shall expect of me and the changes I must make—but that was before, when I had the warmth of our passion. Now everything has grown so cold, I don’t know where I stand…” Her throat burnt like fire with suppressed tears. A whole week when he couldn’t be bothered to spare her more than the time it took to pen a curt note. A whole week full of the fear he’d become bored or displeased with her.
God, she hated herself for spilling her feelings and thoughts out. How pathetic and weak. Well, she certainly wasn’t going to make it worse by weeping.
He tried to take her hand but she jerked it away.
“I’d better get into these gloves, hadn’t I?” She busied herself donning them.
She wanted to be a good wife to him—the best of wives. She wanted to be worthy of him. But how could she ever be? He epitomised a New England merchant prince. He was one of the wealthiest men in the United States. Blue-blooded. Highly educated. Extensively travelled. Cultured. Handsome in an arrogantly patrician fashion. Heaven help her, he was leagues above her in every way.
One couldn’t turn a bastard-born, soiled dove into a lady just by putting her into a fancy ball gown and elegant silk gloves with pearlescent buttons.
“You are still vexed about the money I gave Charlie.” She took a fast gulp of air. “Charlie got himself into trouble. You don’t understand; he can’t help himself. I couldn’t tell him no.”
He raised a forestalling hand. “The less said about Charlie the better.”
“You are still vexed.”
He sighed—a deep, rumbling sound, pure masculine exasperation. “How many times must I say it tonight? At least three times and counting. Here’s the fourth. I am not vexed over the money. Not anymore.”
She released a breath she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding. Yet he still didn’t understand how hard it was for her to say no to her half-siblings. And her McConnell relations had never had much before now. They didn’t understand how to handle their new access to money. Well, pray God this was an end to it. She smoothed one gloved hand over her skirts and her heart raced in a hectic little scattering of beats. Oh Lord, if Grey should find out about—
“Beth, it’s going to be fine. You’ll do fine.” His voice cut into her fretting. “We’ll make the announcement tonight and things will be official. You’ll feel better, more secure.”
Wary of his sudden change, she shrugged a shoulder to feign nonchalance. “I suppose.”
“You are so very agitated…” He touched her face. “I should remedy that.” His tone went all tender and intimate, almost coaxing, making her heart melt. He bent towards her.
Heart racing, she closed her eyes and accepted the touch of his lips to hers, expecting a chaste if somewhat condescending peck. But he moved his lips over hers with languid, sensual intensity.
God, he was relenting.
He reached down, a crisp rustling sounded and air rushed over her legs. He touched her knees, gently easing his way between.
He had relented.
She had broken through. She had won.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Monday Moans ~ When You're With Me



For today's Monday Moans, I thought I'd share my newest release. How new? it releases today!!!! What is it? When You're With Me is out today from Total-E-Bound!! Yep. And I'm sharing a white hot excerpt with you! Here you go:



A topless dancer plus a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love...or does it?

There’s more to Jude Nelson than just a sequined thong. She has big dreams of becoming an artist. There’s one tiny wrinkle in her plan-she’ll never forget the bloody image of her friend’s battered body in the dumpster.

Who can a nude dancer turn to for help? Certainly not a hardened undercover cop...

Detective Drew Alwyn is on the case to find out who murdered his good friend and fellow officer. But the moment he sees Jude, he can’t look away. He has to decide which is more important-his dedication to his job or the girl who holds his bruised and battered heart.

Will these two opposites come together to solve the case or will their desire consume them?

Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of bondage, mentions of drug use by secondary characters, silk, sequins and art supplies used in foreplay, voyeurism and a little spanking for good measure.


EXCERPT TIME!!!

“Nine-one-one. Please state your emergency.”
Jude hugged her knees and rocked on the floor of her art studio. Instead of the art supplies, all she saw was the vision from behind the club earlier. Her hands trembled as she clutched her cell phone. The memory of the blood, the smell… Her stomach lurched and bile filled her mouth.
“Nine-one-one. Your emergency, please?”
“I’d like to report a murder.” Jude blinked and drew a long breath into her lungs. She needed to calm down or she’d never make it through the call. Tears burned behind her eyes. She shouldn’t have been in hiding. She needed to be right there with her friend.
“Okay, can you give me the location?”
“Thirteen hundred Broadway. Behind the Silver Steel.”
“Silver Steel gentlemen’s club?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes and once again the vision gripped her. She’d only been asked to dump Astra’s things. Astra ran off to Vegas with Slade. She’s not coming back. Just pitch her trash. She bit back the sour taste of vomit in her mouth. Tiny had never asked her to dump trash before. That was Corey’s job.
“Ma’am?”
“I’m sorry.” Jude cleared her throat. The best thing to do was just to explain what she’d seen. “I took out the garbage behind the club and, when I opened the compactor, there was a hand.”
“A hand?”
Jude nodded. How in the world did the dispatcher manage to stay so calm? “Yes. My friend Astra Devlin and her boyfriend Slade McMann were supposed to have gone to Vegas, but they didn’t.”
“And how do you know, ma’am?”
“Because it was her hand in the compactor.” Jude rocked back and forth. The vision of the hand remained crisp in her mind—bloody and reaching towards the opening to the compactor. The smell of rot and decay held fast as well. Her stomach lurched again.
“We’ve got a unit on the way. Can you give me your name?”
Her name? Oh shit. Jude trembled. If she gave her name, her boss would know who had alerted the cops. If she’d been confident enough to tell them her name, she’d never have run from the scene straight to the safety of her studio.
She stared at her cell phone, unsure of what to do.
“Ma’am?”
Jude snapped the phone shut and gave it a fling across the room. If the cops wanted her badly enough, they’d no doubt find her. She’d seen enough crime dramas to know the police had a lot of tricks for finding people.
Just as long as her boss didn’t find out. If he remained in the dark, she’d be safe.
If.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

St Patrick's Love and Things I Forget To Do - The Finale!


And the winner is....

~ Lauren ~

:::throws confetti::::

I've emailed you off list and hope to hear from you soon. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented. I hope you'll all stick around for the rest of the ride. I've got some great things in the works and can't wait to share them with you.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Kacey Hammell's Illusions!


The fabulous Kacey Hammell is here with her book, Illusions. Want to learn more? Read on! There's even prizes up for grabs! What? Kacey will be giving away a goodie package sent via snail mail (consisting of magnets, pen, notepads), plus THREE (3) ebooks of their choice from Decadent Publishing to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Now, seriously, read on!

Hi Kacey! So glad you could make it. I'm excited to talk about your newest book. So, what was your favorite scene to write in ILLUSIONS?

That’s tough. There are many. I’d have to say the bathroom love scene. I remember when first release years ago, (Illusions is a re-release, extensively revised), it was a popular scene discussed and asked about. I’ll have to see what reactions the scene creates this time around.

What was the inspiration behind Illusions?

There was really no ‘inspiration’, however, I’d always had the dream to write but hadn’t picked up a pen yet. The dream came to me about Isabella & Brady, seriously right down to their names and with all Brady’s nattering in my ear, I finally picked up the pen – or grabbed the keyboard – and started writing. Illusions took four months to write and very much worth it.

What is the most interesting thing you’ve done in the name of research?

Hmmm, probably asking my hubby for his okay to use a memory from our past for the bathroom love scene. I’ll leave it at that… LOL

Ya gotta use what ya gotta use. What do you consider as the most frustrating side of becoming a published author and what has been the most rewarding?

Most annoying, don’t think anything so annoying that it’s worthy to mention. Most rewarding, hearing from readers, knowing that they love the story(ies). Music to a writer’s heart to hear from her/his readers.

You're a smart girl. What accent inspires you to do naughty things?

OMG, did someone tell you about my Irishman fantasies? *g* The Irish brogue of men just gives me shivers. Even reading JD Robb’s In Death series, Roarke’s brogue does the trick. Think of Gerard Butler & Jeffrey Dean Morgan (both actors) in the P.S. I Love You movie. Colin Farrell makes for some naughty thoughts too.

Of course, I wish Sean Connery (tho Scottish) would do audio books for a living! He’s make millions for sure and keep the ladies even more entertained than he does now! J

Oh honey... Gerard Butler's brogue. Gets me every time. Name something readers would be surprised to learn about you?

I’m deathly afraid of snakes. Seriously. My most recurring dream, and the only one I can remember, since childhood is being smothered by one. Not sure why, my brothers have promised that they never did anything sinister to me, but it’s a fear that I cannot shake.

I'm not big on snakes either and the small person wants one. Umm, not gonna happen. If you could ask the readers one question what would it be?

What they might be buying if there were no such things as books, ereaders, etc.?

Good question. I'd be buying music. What’s your writing process like?

Depends on the story and the Muse. Sometimes I get the story in mind and can sit down immediately and just start typing. Other times, I have to start with random scenes featuring the hero/heroine or main plot scenes/conflicts, then go back and do the beginning or between scenes and put it all together afterward. It’s such a vicious cycle!

I hear you. What can readers expect next from you?

I’m working on the sequel to Illusions, in order to submit it to publisher. Also, the sequel to Sinful is ¾ finished and will be self-pubbed. I have other stories finished and with CP or subbed w/ publishers. Nothing definite yet.

Cool! What is the best thing about being a writer? The worst?

Best is sharing my stories with readers. I love to hear from them and to know they are enjoying the characters, stories and romance, makes every word written that much more valuable.

Worst would have to be to find the time to write. While I know it’s a matter of making the time to write, as many authors would agree, my three kids come first and it’s not always possible. Do I set aside my writing so I can play video games or just veg on the couch? No, never. But when it comes to the kids (and they know I’m an invalid to even try to play a video game), there are many things that I must attend as their Mom and board games to play, homework to do, rooms to paint, birthday parties to plan…the Mom role comes first. No matter how many voices are talking to me. J

Yes! Totlets do make it hard to write and keep up! What is your method of breaking through writer’s block?

I’ve never had actual writer’s block to be honest. There have been times when I’m in the middle of a WIP and might not be “feeling” something about the characters/story, so will set it aside, but I usually just open another one. I’ll read a few lines, find something that clicks and work away at that one. I did take a hiatus four years ago, but that was due to personal tragedy and changes in my life that I needed to heal from. I didn’t have the heart, nor was I in the right place, to write romance so I set it aside until July 2010.

I can respect that. You gotta write what you feel. What fuels you as an author to continue to write?

The readers. Their emails, support are invaluable to me and as long as I have one reader interested, I’ll keep going.

Can you tell us a bit about what book(s) you have coming out next and what you’re working on now?

Sequel to Illusions – which was also released years ago -- Awakenings. I’m polishing it up in order to submit to publisher. In Awakenings, Alicia (Isabella’s cousin) deals with the aftermath of her ordeal (which happens in Illusions) and faces her new boss … who she had a one night stand with years ago.

Sequel to my self-pubbed title, Sinful, is called Desired. It will be self-pubbed and hopefully in readers hands by Spring. (Sinful is a re-release, however Desired has never been published before) In revolves around Sin’s ex brother-in-law and the owner of the nightclub that Mikayla owned. Neither character takes falling in love easy. It’s a contemporary erotic romance.

I have two stories that are also new – Lonely Souls: a ghost story which is with the CP and features a woman who is “gifted” a weekend away by her BFF to meet a blind date, and encounters a ghost instead.

Also, Dare – keeping details to myself on that one, but let your imagination run wild J

And I am in outlining stages for a Paranormal / Ménage series. The men, who have supernatural abilities/powers, already sound delicious!

Holy cow! You are one busy girl! I'm jealous! When you get a chance to read, what books do you love to read?

Oh I have a wall of bookshelves that my hubs had to put up in our bedroom, as well as a wall in my office for my near 3000 keepers. I love books by JD Robb/Nora Roberts, Suzanne Brockmann, Jaci Burton, Lora Leigh, Lacey Alexander, Lauren Dane, Vivian Arend, Jasmine Haynes, Cindy Gerard, Roxanne St. Claire…and those don’t include any ebooks. I read as much as time allows.

Great list. What bores you as a reader?

Those old “I’m pregnant, you don’t have to marry me” storylines. And I’m not a huge fan of historical romances. I’ve read some and liked them but not a huge fan.

If the trope is written in a fresh way, then I will try it, but yeah, that one's been used. What is your favorite feature on a person?

Eyes. Kind, gentle and honest eyes are the best trait on anyone.

What is your favorite time of day?

Evening. When hubs works nights and kids are in bed, I can sit up and write as long as I wish and not feel like I’m neglecting anyone LOL But when hubs is on nights, or doing day shifts when the kids are in school, I do get a lot accomplished that doesn’t take away from family time.

I know what you mean. What music gets you dancing?

R&B, Hip-Hop and Motown. My parents were avid music lovers so I grew up with it always playing. And my taste runs along the same vein as my 15 y.o., which is R&B & Hip-Hop so it’s constantly blaring out of the speakers around here. I’ve always wished I could dance the jive as well as my Mom though. J

I have no balance and my rhythm is off, but I like to bust a move every once in a while. Love to sing, too, but I tend to cause auditory problems on the unsuspecting public when I do. Shrug. Aliens have landed on the planet. What are the three things you would tell them that are great about this planet?

Romance Novels! LOL Hello!, it’s the business I’m in.

Computers—I’ve met some amazing friends online and it’s given me the job I have now.

Transportation – we have the ability to travel the world in various ways, it’s a wonderful adventure to try.

Good choices! You have been locked in a mall and told you can get anything you want and when they open in the morning you won’t have to pay a single cent. What stores would you hit? Better question how would you haul away all your loot?

Wow, awesome question! Hmmm, depends if there’s an auto dealership on site. I’ve always wanted a candy apple red ’69 Ford Mustang Convertible.

I’d have to hit electronic stores for all the latest gadgets. Ladies’ clothing store of course. Our mall has a Chapters in it, I’d just swipe my hand along the shelves of the romance section.

Well, I’d call the hubs to come get me, bring his pals and the kids, and we’d fill up his pickup truck with all the loot. Hubby’s are great for carrying and hauling the bags after a shopping trip! LOL

If you could share one major writing tip, to help other writers in their quest for publication, what would it be?

Self-edit. Publishers’ time, as well as the author’s, is very valuable. In order for a publisher to sign you, they want to see the very best you can do. If a story is not self-edited or executed well, they might not be as inclined to open up a second email from you after rejecting the first. Submitting a MS to a publisher is very serious, not something to be taken lightly in the least.

If you could write in any other genre what would it be, and why?

I don’t think there is an area I haven’t explored. I have the first paranormal, Lonely Souls that began as a Contemporary but has evolved, and with the Ménage series, I have paranormal covered. I wouldn’t be one to try and write in a genre that I wouldn’t read (or never read before).

And now a little bit about Kacey!
Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is a self-proclaimed book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted. As a Mom of three, Kacey has made certain that each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right.

A decade ago, while working for multiple review sites, Kacey quickly discovered that she was developing the writing bug. Thanks to the encouragement of her own beloved hero husband, she decided to try her hand at writing.

With a love of contemporary settings, modern day romances and the happily ever after, as well as the excitement of suspense, Kacey creates stories in genres she's familiar with and that she loves most. She also loves vampires who nibble the necks of the heroines, ghosts who can't leave a loved one, shape-shifters who are sexier than hell and the thought of her very own werewolf or were-cat to tame makes her tremble!
Readers can contact Kacey at kaceyhammell@gmail.com
Readers can learn more about Kacey's books and contact her via …

Website/Blog
Facebook
Amazon
Email


Want to know more about Illusions? Here you go!
Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn't include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before. She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancé years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life. But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.

Inspired by Joe



I’d seen this photo more than a couple of times in a couple of different places. I’d mentioned to my BFF/Crit partner that it would be a good picture for ‘visual inspiration’. Boy were we both right! For my contribution to the Inspired by Joe Blog Hop, Joe’s name is Stephen and he’s a naughty photography subject. Read on!


Shannon adjusted the lens on her camera and scratched the wispy hairs at the back of her neck. This had better be worth it. The model still hadn’t emerged from the dressing room. She rolled her eyes and tapped her foot.

“Not out yet?” Professor Sinclair said from over her shoulder.

Shannon suppressed the whimper. Professor Dreamy aka Sinclair could talk to her any day. One word spoke in his gravelly tone and every cell in her body quivered. She’d taken all the course offerings he taught, even when her fine arts degree didn’t call for so many photography classes.

“Children.” He squeezed her shoulder. “I’m glad you were on time. You were the only person I had in mind for this shoot.”

She blew out a long breath and fanned herself. The heat from the greenhouse hadn’t gotten to her. Nope. His words rattled her to her core. Only person in mind? Her heart leapt. Maybe all her time slaving in the photography labs had paid off. Maybe.

“He got here half an hour late and claimed he needed food before he could work, Professor.” Her voice cracked. Damn. Way to sound professional.

“He did, eh?” Sinclair stood shoulder to shoulder with her. “And call me Stephen. You’re my co-worker, not my student.”

She gripped the handle on the tripod to keep from stepping away from him. Steven winked and a slow smile curled the corner of his mouth. He leaned in close. “if I didn’t think you could do this, I wouldn’t have suggested you.”

The model, a twenty-something grad student with lanky hair and an equally lanky build ambled out of the dressing tent at that moment. She gritted her teeth—happy the model emerged and a little disappointed. The shoot called for a work man. Someone a little dirty, with muscles in all the right places. This person wasn’t going to work. Not only did he look too thin, but even if she mussed his hair, he wouldn’t have the rough-hewn work look she needed.

“He looks like a damned kid.” Stephen stomped across the path and yanked the curtain on the tent aside. “Who hired this model?”

Someone inside the tent spoke, but Shannon couldn’t make out the words.

“I said working man. I wanted tough. Shannon and I can’t work with him. Too thin.” Stephen folded his arms, bunching the muscle beneath his dress shirt. She’d forgotten how ripped he was. Her mouth watered. Every hour he spent at the gym became glaringly, deliciously obvious.

He raked his fingers through his rumpled hair. “Why do you do this to me?”

A blonde pushed out of the tent and rubbed against him. “I can do this shoot. You know I can. You loved me once.”

“Calista, this wasn’t your call. Go.” His brows knotted and lines formed on his forehead. “No more. Excuse me, what’s your name? Kyle? Thanks. You’ve done enough. Have Eunice in HR schedule you for a modeling session for my 202 class.”

Shannon turned away from the scene. So they hadn’t actually had any kind of thing between them. So she’d never told him she had feelings beyond the professor-former student fashion. So she hadn’t imagined in her wildest dreams that he had a life beyond the school. How...foolish.

“I’m sorry you saw that.” Stephen stopped somewhere behind her. “This got so fucked up so fast.”

Shannon shrugged. “Crap happens.”

He turned her around to face him. “Crap? You can swear. I won’t dock you.” The chuckle bubbling in his throat turned to full belly laughter. “I forgot what it sounds like when people don’t swear.”

She didn’t see the humor in her embarrassment. She stared at the packed dirt floor of the green house, unsure of anything to say.

Stephen’s laughter subsided. “What’s wrong, Shannie?”

Shannie. Great. He had a name for her. She shook her head. “This is nuts.”

“Hey.” He cupped her jaw, forcing her to look in his eyes. “Whatever you think is going on with Calista, isn’t. Yeah, we dated but I can’t handle a drama queen. She’s more trouble than meets the eye.” He closed the gap between them. “I asked you to help me do this shoot because I wanted to spend time with you. Professionally and off the clock. Shannie, we’ve got something good between us. I want to see where it’s going.”

Well that was a revelation she hadn’t seen coming. She swayed on her feet and rubbed her temples.

“You’re not gonna pass out on me or something, are you?” He wrapped one arm around her. “Are you okay?”

“Just shocked.” She shoved a lock of his hair from his forehead. She had to say something else. Had to be smooth. “Why don’t you model?” Not quite the smooth she was looking for.

“I come on to you, tell you I want to see you after the shoot and you want me to model?” The smile returned to his mouth and he tipped his head. “I never know what to expect from you and I love it.” He nodded and the serious expression returned to his face. “I’m going to trust you on this. Tell me what you see for this catalogue cover.”

Shannon stepped out of his embrace and dipped her fingers into the pot of black grease paint. “Take off your shirt.”

He crooked one brow and unfastened the buttons one at a time. “If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working.” He shrugged out of the dress shirt. “Now what?”

The heat between her thighs spread throughout her body. She’d seen him in t-shirts, but nothing beat seeing him in the tank top. She streaked a bit of the tacky paint over his brow and cheek, then rubbed a bit into his bicep. The heated temps in the green house created a sheen of perspiration on his skin. She stepped back to assess her work. Stephen stared at her with a slow burn in his eyes.

“If I can capture that look,” she darted behind her camera and dropped the camera height to about a foot off the ground, “the cover will rock. Get down onto your stomach and rest on your elbows.”

She focused on his prone body. The same sweltering look simmered in his eyes as he leaned forward. His muscles bunched and rippled.

“Sex on film,” she mumbled. She snapped ten shots of his pose. “Raise up a little.” She came out from behind the camera and ruffled his hair. “That’s better.”

“I meant what I said,” He rolled onto his side and touched her cheek. “I want to see you once this is done. We’ll get a beer and hang out...watch a movie...anything you want. I’m yours.” He scooted close to her. His breath tickled her skin as his mouth met hers.

The world spun and faded away around them. Stephen tasted like mint and sex. She broke the kiss first and touched her tingling lips.

“Pretty intense for me, too.” He smoothed a loose lock of her hair between his fingers. “What’s next?”

She traced her finger over his lips. “You pose. I take a couple more shots. Then we clean you up.”

“I love you how you think.”

Want to read more Joe? Click here to follow the rest of the hop!

St Patrick's Love and Things I Forget To Do



I'm supposed to write about something having to do with St. Patrick's day. Well, when I was a kid, the big thing - and I'm sure this is big everywhere there are kids wanting to pinch - was to pinch the poor kid who forgot to wear green. I tended to forget that it was St. Patty's day and would inevitably forget to wear green. Doesn't mean I don't like the day or wearing green, but I'm telling you if I don't write it down, I won't remember. What about you? Do you remember or do you forget?

Now don't forget to comment about the post and leave your email. I'll be drawing a random winner who will receive one title of their choice from my back list. So yeah, you might want to comment. :-) But make sure the comment is something relevant to the post. Dialogue is fun!

No go comment and continue following the hop!

Check out Carrie-Ann Ryan's blog to see the rest of the stops as well.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Kacey Hammell Stops By Tomorrow with Illusions!



Tomorrow, the fabulous Kacey Hammell will stop by with her book, Illusions. Want to learn more about her for the stop tomorrow? There's even prizes up for grabs! What? Kacey will be giving away a goodie package sent via snail mail (consisting of magnets, pen, notepads), plus THREE (3) ebooks of their choice from Decadent Publishing to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Now read on!

Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is a self-proclaimed book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted. As a Mom of three, Kacey has made certain that each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right.

A decade ago, while working for multiple review sites, Kacey quickly discovered that she was developing the writing bug. Thanks to the encouragement of her own beloved hero husband, she decided to try her hand at writing.

With a love of contemporary settings, modern day romances and the happily ever after, as well as the excitement of suspense, Kacey creates stories in genres she's familiar with and that she loves most. She also loves vampires who nibble the necks of the heroines, ghosts who can't leave a loved one, shape-shifters who are sexier than hell and the thought of her very own werewolf or were-cat to tame makes her tremble!
Readers can contact Kacey at kaceyhammell@gmail.com
Readers can learn more about Kacey's books and contact her via …

Website/Blog
Facebook
Amazon
Email


Want to know more about Illusions? Here you go!
Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn't include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before. She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancé years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life. But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.

Here's a steamy excerpt from Illusions:

Illusions
Excerpt, Kacey Hammell, © 2012
Knowing she would soon run out of time before his arrival, and getting more aroused by the second, Isabella hurriedly reached for her bath sponge. Soaping it up, she cleansed her body with an eagerness she was growing accustomed to feeling whenever she had plans to see him.

Sponging all suds from her clean body, Isabella pulled the plug in the drain, and stood in the tub, reaching for a thick, blue towel from the shelf.

She rubbed vigorously at her body, drying it, and reached for the strawberry body lotion that went with her bubble bath. She poured a generous amount into her palm, rubbing her hands together to coat them in the sweet smell. Then she smoothed it over her arms, her breasts, stomach, and legs. The scent of strawberries made her smile.

Humming Destiny's Child's ancient hit Soldier to herself, Isabella wondered how many more minutes she'd have to wait before her soldier made an appearance.

She recapped the body lotion and tucked the towel loosely around her once again. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the sound of the front door closing.

She hazarded a glance in the mirror. With the mussed, damp tendrils of hair around her shoulders, the towel haphazardly wrapped around her, she looked like a woman eager for a man's--her man's--touch.

The sound of a boot hitting the floor with a thud caused her to smile, and she moved to the doorway of the bathroom.

Hearing another boot drop and the sound of heavy breathing, Isabella peered into the hallway. When he finally came into view, she was already breathless, even though she had been expecting him.

Dressed in his usual black denim, form-fitting jeans, and dark hair damp as if he too had taken a few moments to clean up, he was a sight to behold.

Isabella's heart thudded rapidly and her legs threatened to give out. She noticed his leather jacket, undone, over a naked torso. Obviously his zealousness to be with her had him forgetting a few things.

There they were. The abs, the washboard stomach had her literally teetering on the edge of orgasm already--and he hadn't even touched her.

Finally lifting her gaze to his face, his smoldering silver-gray eyes captured hers. She had to lean against the doorjamb for support.

He always made her speechless. His beauty, his charm oozed from him with no effort at all. How she had gone so long, so many years as friends with him and never really noticed him in such a way before? Some detective she was, not seeing what was directly in front of her.

As he moved toward her, his pace slowed, as if he knew the effect he was having on her and wanted her to crave him more desperately than ever. His face broke into a sinful grin, telling her he knew exactly what he was playing at.

Never one to let anyone, least of all this man, have the upper hand, Isabella let go of the towel she was still holding around her. It slithered downed her body, pooling at her feet. Noting his small stumble mid-stride, she relished the power she had over him.

Naked and confident, she smiled at the man she needed to feel against her. Desperate to have his hands on her, she called to him.

“Brady….”

Guesting at Manic Readers!



I'm hanging out over at Manic Readers today in addition to the fun coming up! Check it out!

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Cover Blown!! HOTTTTT!!!


Today I'm posting the information for the book Cover Blown. Check it out and why don't you comment? If you do, you're in the hat for An Amazon gift certificate of $25. Pretty slick. Read on!


Office Fantasies, a hot and steamy collection of erotic stories between two attractive coworkers, Marcus & Sydney. Marcus “the cute new guy” whom recently moved to Miami seems to be the shy, quiet, mystery guy. Little does Sydney know, she has an insatiable, passionate, sexual terrorist in her presence.

In the first episode of Office Fantasies "Cover Blown", the obvious attraction between Marcus and Sydney has become the talk of the office. Every day the two of them flirt and tease each other, until the sexual tension finally explodes into the Perfect Chemistry. Parking decks, office bathrooms and building elevators. This fantasy turned reality contains all the elements that make for a once in a lifetime sexual adventure for two.

Sydney & Marcus’s encounters will leave you breathless, wanting to know increasingly juicy details of their explosive sexual relationship in and outside of the office. Are you sleeping with your office fantasy?


A LITTLE BIT ABOUT SYMPHONY:

Symphony is a closet freak whom lives his fantasies through his many alter ego's in this case the

character of Marcus. Shy to the eye with a sexual appetite for two or even three. Symphony is

passionate in all that he does, priding himself on serving his woman with the ultimate experience

of endless orgasmic pleasure. A sexual crusader if you will, on a journey to give the experience

of a lifetime to the few unknowing women whom fall to his baby face and shy demeanor.

Symphony carries himself as a, passive and shy gentlemen. Giving women a false sense of

security in the bedroom, of you know the conversation ladies "Don’t hurt-em girl".

Currently residing in Atlanta, GA, Symphony writes his own experiences coupled with fantasies

of his just nasty mind. In the first installment of Office Fantasies "Cover Blown" Symphony’s

stories will take you on a journey of sexual chemistry at its very best.

“ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH YOUR OFFICE FANTASY”

LINKS:

www.myofficefantasies.com (website),
www.myofficefantasies.com/view-trailer/ (Book Trailer Link) , https://twitter.com/#!/OfficeFantasies (Twitter),
http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/6863577-symphony (Goodreads)

EXCERPT FROM COVER BLOWN!

Buckle your seats
And strap in
Because ladies
This is going to be
A really WET and
Explosive ride
I hope you have
You’re favorite
Toy near by
Because trust me
You will need it
Change your batteries
Lock your doors
Slide those panties
To the side
This fantasy
Is going to
Be a while
I’m sure
These encounters
Will have
Your bodies squirming
And dripping wet

Monday, March 12, 2012

Monday Moans ~ Somewhere I Belong



For today's Monday Moan, I thought I'd use a slightly older title. Came out in December, but I love this book. Somewhere I Belong
Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.


Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.

Until Sully shows up.

Although she’s not interested in rekindling the love affair, she’s not above accepting Sully’s hands on the farm. What’s the worst that could happen? They get the farm out of the red and into the black? That’s her plan. They actually fall in love? The past says it won’t work, so she’s not hedging her bets.

Too bad Sully’s not giving up this time.

Contemporary Romance from Liquid Silver Books. Get your copy here!

And now for the moan!

“Sweetheart, I’m trying to be romantic.” He edged her to the bed. Her calves hit the
oak frame and mattress. “I need a woman who responds to my touch. A woman who
needs me.”
“Sully, don’t do something we’ll regret.” Desire and longing bubbled in her heart.
“You wound me, but I like it.” Sully rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and
wrapped an arm around her body. He kneaded her ass with callused fingers. “I’m tired of the soul-deep hurting and running from my problems.”
Marley moaned and clamped her mouth shut. If she allowed herself to feel, would
her dream vanish? A chuckle rumbled in his throat. Her insides turned to mush. Sully
wasn’t a dream. He was very much real and in the flesh.
“Kiss me and make me whole, Marley.”
Pain stabbed her in the heart, deflating her euphoria. He wasn’t free for her taking.
“But–”
“No one else exists except you and me, love.”
Sully mashed his lips against hers, making her whimper. He tasted like sweet tea and
spicy man. Against her better judgment, Marley broke the kiss and ripped the rumpled
sleep shirt over her head. If she was going to have a lapse in judgment, then why not
make the king of all mistakes?

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Guesting on Hitting the Hot Spot!



I'm gabbing over at Hitting the Hot Spot and wondering if an author can go overboard with a set of characters or if continuation is worth it. Come give me your thoughts. :-) I'm waiting.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Read an Ebook Week! Finale!



And the winner is....

~ Rhonda D ~

:::throws confetti::::

I've emailed you off list and hope to hear from you soon. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented. I hope you'll all stick around for the rest of the ride. I've got some great things in the works and can't wait to share them with you.

St Patrick's Day and It's Gonna Be a Blast!


Hi Y'all!

Guess what guys! On Friday March 16th, we're having a Blog Hop to celebrate St. Patrick's Day and wearing green! Over 120 authors are going to be telling anything they can about being Irish, celebrating the day, wearing green, drinking green beer... pretty much anything!

Each author will be giving away a prize. Like a swag pack, gift cards, ebooks, print books, and so much more.

PLUS We have TWO Grand Prizes for TWO different winners! *gasp*

Grand Prize 1: Winner's Choice of a Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
Grand Prize 2: Winner's Choice of a $90 Amazon or Barnes&Noble Gift Card

Isn't that exciting? LOL. So you as a reader - what do you have to do? Well, come on over to these websites on Friday March 16th and comment on as many as you want. The grand prize winners will be chosen at random from the commenters - meaning you can comment on EACH blog - meaning 120 entries to the grand prize.

Sounds great right? Come on over and wear your green and win some prizes!!!

Friday, March 9, 2012

Friday Flirts ~ When You're With Me


This week for the Firday Flirt, I thought I'd share a quick scene from my upcoming novel, When You're With Me. My novel length works have all followed the little town of Crawford, Ohio, or at least the men and women of Crawford. Right Where I Need to Be started the party off right with Logan, the movie star, and Cass, the down home writer in Crawford. Please Remember Me showed love can crop up at any time or place with Jayden, I-used-to-be-famous, and Sheriff Marlon - down home cop extraordinaire. Over My Head is a little side story that sets the tone for When You're With Me. I couldn't not tell Randy and Astra's story, even if they aren't really from Crawford. How Jude and Drew tie into all of this, well, you'll have to read and find out. So here's the flirt!

A topless dancer plus a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love...or does it?

There’s more to Jude Nelson than just a sequined thong. She has big dreams of becoming an artist. There’s one tiny wrinkle in her plan-she’ll never forget the bloody image of her friend’s battered body in the dumpster.

Who can a nude dancer turn to for help? Certainly not a hardened undercover cop...

Detective Drew Alwyn is on the case to find out who murdered his good friend and fellow officer. But the moment he sees Jude, he can’t look away. He has to decide which is more important-his dedication to his job or the girl who holds his bruised and battered heart.

Will these two opposites come together to solve the case or will their desire consume them?

Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of bondage, mentions of drug use by secondary characters, silk, sequins and art supplies used in foreplay, voyeurism and a little spanking for good measure.


And now for the Flirt!!

He continued to stare—this girl was someone rare. He needed to get over his damned shyness and meet her. She was solely responsible for his instant boner. Hell, he’d nearly got off just looking at her. What ripped right through to his soul were her blue eyes. There was a piercing, examining quality in them that resonated deep into his being and sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock. His hands twitched with the overwhelming need to touch and protect her. What would her lips taste like? Would she be as soft as she looked?

Totally out of his withdrawn character, Ramon stopped his waitress and slipped her a five. “I want a private dance.”

The waitress bent down, slid the money into her bodice, and spoke in his ear. “I’ll send a note to the bar. Harry sets it up from there. Who’s the lucky girl?”

Ramon looked directly at the stage and nodded. “Her.” A wicked grin curled his lips. She caught his fancy, twisted it upside down, and turned it into desire with just one look. Everyone else in the room evaporated. I need to meet her. She looks like she could take my mind off my troubles for a little while…