Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Tag and Like Day!

Like day! If you’ve read any of my books, would you consider heading to Amazon and clicking like? A review would be welcomed as well.

Click the covers or the linkys to get there. Here's two:

Tangled Up



Ever Fallen in Love

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Sunday Snoggin' with Love Remembers

I love a snog where there's rekindled love. Grin. Love Remembers features just such a Sunday Snog. So here's a little bit about the book, where you can get a copy and well, the SNOG!! YAY!



Available at Total-E-Bound.

And here is the snog, because you know you want it!

“I nearly went mad without you.” Gregorius unhooked the pin holding her chiton in place and kissed her bare shoulder. “Atticus knew about you and me. He helped search for the past twelve years to find you. He followed the gossip at the market. I owe him dearly.”

“Gregorius, your brother will see us. And what about Marellus?” She clutched his biceps. The idea that they might be caught bothered her and sent her desires up another notch.

“I sent Marellus to the fountain with Claudius, her favourite guard. Darius cannot hear us in the house. But I do not care about them.” He slid her hair off her neck and placed nips along the sensitive skin. “I care about the woman in my arms.” A groan rumbled low in his throat. “You serviced me at the Symposium, but you are also the only one to gain my love and trust. You knew me as a child and a man. My beloved, you are in my soul.”

“I cannot be your wife.” She wanted to be. Goddess, she wanted every last bit of him as her own, but the laws of Athens dictated that he must marry the daughter of a citizen, not a lowly daughter of a metic—a tradesman.

“I will take no other.” Once he had tugged his tunic up over his head and tossed it on the seat of the bench, he pulled her higher on his thighs. “Let me show you.”

Her folds rubbed his length, sending shivers through her body. “I want you so much, but I am afraid.”

“Nothing to fear, my love. You have me.” He cupped her face and feathered a kiss onto her lips.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Friday Fireworks and a Winner!


And the winner of the pdf from my back list is.... 

 ~ Celtie ~ 

 :::throws confetti:::: 


 I've emailed you off list and hope to hear from you soon. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented on the tour. I had a blast and can't wait for the next tour. 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, May 25, 2012

Friday Fireworks and YOU!!!



Are you looking for something fun this holiday weekend? Something that will fill your shelves with books or at least a kindle? Do you want to meet new authors and hang out with some old favorites? Then you've come to the right place. Yessir, this is one of the stops on the Friday Fireworks Hop!

It's funny, because as I write this post, I've got the theme song from the Price Is Right running through my head. I hope the hop is as fun for you as it is for me. I'm glad you're here.
Here's the list of participating authors:

Heather Long
Virginia Nelson
Melissa Schroeder
Saranna DeWylde
Delilah Devlin
Lissa Matthews
Jenn LeBlanc
Wendi Zwaduk - Hey! That's me!!
Kris Cook
Missy Jane

You're probably thinking, Now what do you have to do? I'll tell you.

How? Here are the all-important RULES:

10 Authors. 10 Questions. 10 Easy Answers.

You will go from blog to blog gathering questions about each author. There will be a hint and a link that will lead you to the answer.

In order to be entered to win the big prize, a Kindle Fire, you will need to send your answers to Brandy at bray829@gmail.com
SUBJECT: Friday Fireworks

You must include all 10 questions with answers.

Winner of the big prize will be drawn and announced on Heather Long's blog. Any prizes offered individually on the author's page will be taken care of by that author.

AND!!! if you want your name in the hat for a pdf from my back list, all you have to do is leave a comment right here on this post with your name and email. Yep, easy peasy.

Now, for that clue!

What does Lea, Mia and Misty all have in common?
(Hint: Check out his 'book' at kriscook.net )


GOOD LUCK!!!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Contest! Check It Out!!



Love-drunk and hungover?
Want to be?


Join Cheryl Dragon, Renee George, Ayla Ruse, and Megan Slayer in celebrating
their current and upcoming new releases at Changeling Press!

Including the themes of Ménage, Gay, Bisexual, and More!
Sometimes too much is exactly enough.

Prizes include free eBooks, goody bags, $50 in gift credit, and more!

Check us out and enter to win at:
http://www.romance-the-night.com/lovehangover

Monday, May 21, 2012

Monday Moans ~ Over My Head



I've been featuring moans that were older. Nothing wrong with older, but you know, sometimes new is good, too. So here's a newer moan from Over My Head. Seems to be getting good reviews. And if you like it, the story continues in When You're With Me. But here's the deets from Over My Head:

Contemp, suspense/mystery, men in uniform, thriller
novella, from the Heart Attack Collection
Total-E-Bound
M/F, anal play
Available here!

What happens when two opposites realise they have more in common than expected?

I’m a dancer…and a damn good one. I work at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. My hard and fast rule? No freebies and no office dating. Except for Slade. Hard, fast, slow, gentle...I don’t care. I’ll take him any way possible. But he’s not that into me.

Or so she thinks. I’m a bouncer at the Silver Steel. Astra doesn’t realise I see her—I can’t help myself. She captivates me every time she’s on the stage. I want her, but I have a...problem. I’m not at the Steel to pick up chicks or even work the room. I’m there to stop the influx of drugs into the community. Yeah, I’m a cop. But if the job means sampling the dancers... Well, as long as I keep my heart out of it, I’ll be fine.

I hope.

Reader Advisory: This book has a kick ass hero, a dancer with all the right moves, hot sex, a little mutual anal play for good measure and mention of drug use.


And here's that moan!

Her lips parted as she closed the distance between them. She shrugged out of her jacket and dumped the discarded garment onto the floor. Her T-shirt, torn at the collar, slipped off one creamy shoulder. Astra placed her hands on his shoulders and backed him against the hotel room door.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” she murmured, her mouth a whisper away from his. “Make me feel alive.”

He didn’t have time to process her words before she pressed against him, chest to breast, mons to groin, and face to face. She placed an open-mouthed kiss to his lips.

Holy hell, he’d waited for this moment. He turned her around, pressing her back against the door and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He splayed his hands on her ass. If they were going to fuck, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be up against some cold door. He wanted her in the bed, mussed sheets surrounding her.

Slade sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, thrilled when she groaned. She threaded one of her small hands into his hair, tugging at the strands. Fuck. His cock throbbed. He needed her naked. Now. His legs connected with the edge of the bed, but instead of placing her on the mattress with grace, he tumbled down on top of her.

Astra laughed. She fucking laughed as he stood back up and struggled out of his coat. The vixen. “Better not be taunting me, little girl.” He tossed the tangled mass of coat onto the floor somewhere behind him. “I’m not one of those guys from the club.”

“Good,” she said and grabbed the hem of her shirt. “Fuck me.”

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Sunday Snoggin' with Nate and Courteney



Sunday Snoggin'. Gotta love this time of the week. Hot kisses, hot men... great times. I thought I'd do another blast from the past story, Must Be Doing Something Right, featuring Nate and Courteney.

Contemp, m/f, bdsm, anal sex, voyeurism
Available here!
If she can open her heart, she'll find he's her naughtiest dream come true. Being mischievous with him is exactly what she needs.

Nate Waterford knows exactly who he wants in his bed and his heart, but he's on guard. When women find out his profession, they see dollar signs. He's been hurt by gold diggers and he's not about to fall in love - until he sees Courteney. She's his fantasy come to life and once he gets her in his arms, he'll be damned before he considers letting her go. Unless she tells him to go to hell first...

Despite her success as a fledgling romance author, Courteney Bennett's had her share of bad relationships. She's attracted to her best guy friend, Nate, and she's not ready to throw a friendship away for one night of passion - even if his idea of desire puts the hottest scenes in her erotica stories to shame.

Is her heart a fair price to pay for an evening to remember or will it be the biggest mistake of her life?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes including strong language, bondage, anal sex and voyeurism.


“Yes, little one. Tell me you like this.” Nate lifted the hem of the garment, baring her cotton-covered ass to the cooler air in the office. “I want you.”

She froze for a split-second before going with the feeling. “Then take me.” Little one? Yes, she wanted to be his little one, his heart, his soul. His everything. The steel behind his zipper stabbed the small of her back. He wanted her. A fresh sizzle of heat zipped up her spine.

As she turned in his arms, she smoothed her hands up his chiselled chest. His flat nipples puckered beneath her palms. Did he work out every day? A thought occurred to her—what did he do besides work at the restaurant? When he squeezed her ass in his large hand, she moaned and forgot her train of thought.

Nate cupped the back of her skull and kissed her, eliciting another whimper. Long fingers tugged on the waistband of her panties. She closed her eyes. Of all the times to wear the sensible underwear! The sound of ripping fabric split the air. She gasped as cool air danced over her slick pussy lips.

Enjoy!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Daisy Harris' College Boys and My Review


Daisy Harris is here today with her book, College Boys. I've got a review a little further down, but I want to let you know you should comment. Why? Daisy will be awarding a $20 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour and a $20 Barnes and Noble GC to the host with the most comments. I don't know about you, but I love a GC so I'm commenting. Want to keep following the tour? Here's the link! Now let's get on with the book, the boys, and the reviews!

Available here!

When soccer star Chris moves next door to an openly-gay classmate, he doesn’t realize the wall between their rooms will be so thin he’ll hear his neighbor’s every move. But soon he and Peter become friends, and Chris is intrigued—imagining what happens on the other side of the wall.

Active on the Queer Student Council, Peter wishes he wasn’t so damn hot for his straight neighbor. He can’t tell if Chris is flirting or in denial or what, but Chris’ innocent overtures lure Peter into flirtation that throws his world into chaos. Peter doesn’t want to date a closet case, but he desperately, passionately wants Chris.

Soon Chris must choose whether to run away from his new feelings or embrace a relationship with the guy he loves. And Peter must decide if he can give his heart to a guy who hasn’t yet figured it all out.

My take?

This is a sweet but spicy read. It's my first foray into the work of Daisy Harris, but it won't be the last. The characters stayed with me far after the last page. I wanted to know what happened to them after the book. That doesn't happen often, so kudos to Ms. Harris.

Peter and Chris are wonderful. I loved the confusion and hesitation. They had to learn each other. Ms. Harris writes their journey from point A to point B tenderly. I empathized with both men and rooted them on to get their HEA. There are also a couple of secondary characters that I would love to see get their own story. Grin.

The heat in this story literally sizzled the pages. Not only did I need a cool drink afterwards, but I had to go back and reread a few times to savor the moments. The patience, the urgency and the passion... it all culminated in a great story I'll happily read again and again. I recommend this book.
Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

If you like science-y subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy Harris.

website: www.thedaisyharris.com
twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/thedaisyharris
facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Daisy-Harris-Erotic-Paranormal-Romance/185042351535537

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Daisy Harris Stops by Tomorrow with College Boys!


Okay so I knew that sounded a little...questionable. But I got your attention. Daisy Harris will be here tomorrow with her book, College Boys. Want to know more about the book? I'm getting there. First let me tell you, you should comment tomorrow. Daisy will be awarding a $20 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour and a $20 Barnes and Noble GC to the host with the most comments. Sounds like a good idea to me. Want to follow the tour? Here's the link: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/03/virtual-book-tour-college-boys-by-daisy.html

Here's a little bit more about Daisy!
Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

If you like science-y subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy Harris.

website: www.thedaisyharris.com
twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/thedaisyharris
facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Daisy-Harris-Erotic-Paranormal-Romance/185042351535537

Here's the blurb for College Boys:
When soccer star Chris moves next door to an openly-gay classmate, he doesn’t realize the wall between their rooms will be so thin he’ll hear his neighbor’s every move. But soon he and Peter become friends, and Chris is intrigued—imagining what happens on the other side of the wall.

Active on the Queer Student Council, Peter wishes he wasn’t so damn hot for his straight neighbor. He can’t tell if Chris is flirting or in denial or what, but Chris’ innocent overtures lure Peter into flirtation that throws his world into chaos. Peter doesn’t want to date a closet case, but he desperately, passionately wants Chris.

Soon Chris must choose whether to run away from his new feelings or embrace a relationship with the guy he loves. And Peter must decide if he can give his heart to a guy who hasn’t yet figured it all out.


And because I want to tease you for tomorrow... here's an excerpt that's not safe for work:

Chris blinked open his eyes, wondering for a second what had woken him up. But then a creak of bedsprings carried through the wall from Peter’s room. The music was on, too. Nothing loud—just the kind of quiet trance music Peter played at night that acted more like white noise than anything else.

He was just about to open his mouth to say “hi” when he heard a low and guttural male groan. Chris’s entire body tensed—all the way from his toes, over the tip of his cock, to where his nipples rubbed against his frayed flannel sheets. He’d been sleeping on his stomach, and he feared rolling over and letting Peter and whatever guy he’d brought home realize Chris was awake.

Another moan carried through the wall, followed by a growled, “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” Chris couldn’t tell if it was the same guy who’d moaned or if it was Peter talking. He’d never heard Peter sound like that—rough and low and horny. But Chris supposed that was what Peter might sound like if he was…

Chris’s mind went blank. Getting fucked in the ass? Fucking someone in the ass? His brain had no images to connect to those concepts, though he’d heard guys snicker about it behind their hands.

A quiet moan and the words “suck it” carried through the wall, followed by a rapid-fire squeaking like Peter’s bed was bouncing off its hinges. Chris bit his lip to stop from moaning himself. His dick was a steel pipe trapped between his belly and mattress. He fed his hand down, conscious of the whisper of his knuckles through his sheets. When he palmed his erection, he pressed hard enough to see stars.

The groans from Peter’s room rose, getting more desperate, but they were slow and languorous. It didn’t match the near-constant jerking noise of Peter’s bed, so it was hard for Chris to picture exactly what was going on. He’d only had sex a couple times, but it seemed that the moans usually matched tempo with the thrusting.

Another noise, louder and more breathless, carried from the other room, and this time it was unmistakably Peter. Oh God. Was he with two guys? Chris wanted the wall to become see-through. He wanted to peek through Peter’s keyhole and see every last detail, every openmouthed moan and twitching muscle. He wanted to watch Peter’s eyes screw up in pleasure and see how his body bowed when he was about to come.

He strained his hips into his hand, struggling to keep the bed from shaking, the springs from rattling. The constant squeak-squeak-squeak of Peter’s bed was loud enough that Chris thought maybe he could risk moving. He pressed his cock through his cupped fist, so slowly his eyes rolled back in his head. Holding his breath, he pulled back, but the loss of pressure was enough to squeeze his nuts in a vise, and he speared into that palm again, not caring when the frame beneath him groaned.

“Fuck.” He couldn’t resist another pump. Just one more and he might be able to come. Tucking his hips up off the mattress, he propped up on his elbow. Then, when a gasp from next door was so loud and desperate that Chris thought he might pass out from not shooting, Chris pumped his cock through his hand so fast that his bed let out a long squeal. But Chris didn’t care because he was thrusting hot and fast into that tight grip, and he imagined Peter shaking below him. Next door, Peter’s bed was bouncing to the jerk of his hips and it was so good Chris felt blind with the pleasure.

His balls twisted close to his body, sending spears of heat up his back. Chris arched into his fist and felt his cock pulse right before he shot, wet and sloppy, onto his sheets. He froze and held his body off the bed. Chris listened hard for whether Peter or one of his friends had heard, but the room next door had gone curiously quiet.

Chris panted, trying to slow his breathing. There was no way he could pretend to be asleep any longer. He couldn’t get out of bed without the men next door hearing, and no matter how embarrassed he was, Chris wasn’t going to sleep in a puddle of cum.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Love-drunk and hungover?



Love-drunk and hungover?
Want to be?


Join Cheryl Dragon, Renee George, Ayla Ruse, and Megan Slayer in celebrating
their current and upcoming new releases at Changeling Press!

Including the themes of Ménage, Gay, Bisexual, and More!
Sometimes too much is exactly enough.

Prizes include free eBooks, goody bags, $50 in gift credit, and more!

Check us out and enter to win at:
http://www.romance-the-night.com/lovehangover

Monday, May 14, 2012

Feedback: How To Give It, How To Get It ~ A Review


Feedback: How To Give It, How To Get It
by Jo Sparkes

Feedback … a kinder word for criticism, is an organic component to life.

When a toddler learns to walk, he falls. He screams, cries – and persists. What would happen to the human race if he gave up after a few bumps?

Before we could read self-help books, before we could understand a language and sit in a classroom, we learned by trial and error. “Feedback” is the natural teaching process. It’s how the creator set it up. It’s how the world actually works.

Here, at last, is a simple process for getting the most from all the feedback the world offers us.

I wasn't sure what to think when I opened this book. Would this be a help for my writing? A hurt? Waste of time? Like I said, i wasn't sure. Reaching the second paragraph showed me that this book was for real. I could learn and as Ms. Sparkes reminds, grow. I enjoyed how Ms. Sparkes broke down the ideas in the book in a way that explained without talking down to the reader. As much as it irritated me to be told not to use emotion when getting a crit - that's a major point in the book. I'm not thinking clearly when I'm letting my emotions get the better of me. Authors think they can handle being critiqued. Some can. This book broke that idea down into ways authors can use. I recommend authors read this concise book. It worked for me.

Feedback: How To Give It, How To Get It ~ The Tour Stops Tomorrow!


I'll be posting my review of Feedback: How to Give It, How to Get It (Talk about a tough job... hope my feedback is enough...yikes!) tomorrow. I'd comment if I were you. Let me know what you thought of the book. Never hurts. Why? Jo will be giving away a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. So that means you should comment. And now onto the tidbits about the book!

Feedback: How To Give It, How To Get It by Jo Sparkes

Feedback … a kinder word for criticism, is an organic component to life.

When a toddler learns to walk, he falls. He screams, cries – and persists. What would happen to the human race if he gave up after a few bumps?

Before we could read self-help books, before we could understand a language and sit in a classroom, we learned by trial and error. “Feedback” is the natural teaching process. It’s how the creator set it up. It’s how the world actually works.

Here, at last, is a simple process for getting the most from all the feedback the world offers us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Here's an excerpt, because YOU asked for it!
For some reason it's easy to cling to criticism. To walk through the world telling yourself, “I can't act my way out of a paper bag,” or “my work is sloppy no matter what I do.”
If you think about it, you probably can recall criticism you heard as a child. When I was eight-years-old, I overheard my father tell my mother I was lazy. To this day, if I'm not getting everything done as fast as I wish, if things are piling up on my desk, I can hear him saying, “she's lazy!”
Clinging to criticism, to all the negative comments or snide remarks we've heard over the years, creates a very heavy burden. If you walk through the world so weighted down, you will inevitably slow and finally stop altogether from the sheer pressure.
All you can humanly do is what we just did. Take in the information, analyze it, and decide what to do. There is nothing more to be done.
It – the criticism – has served you. Now send it on its merry way.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And here's a little bit more about Jo!

A well-known Century City Producer once said that Jo Sparkes "writes some of the best dialogue I’ve read." Not only are those words a compliment to Jo’s skills as a writer,but a true reflection of her commitment to her work.

She graduated Magna Cum Laude from Washington College, a small liberal arts college famous for its creative writing program. Years later, Jo renounced life in the corporate world to pursue her passion for writing.


Taking every class she could find, she had the good fortune to study with Robert Powell; a student of renowned writers and teachers Lew Hunter, and Richard Walter, head and heart of UCLA’s Screenwriting Program.

The culmination of those years was the short-film "The Image", which she wrote and produced single-handedly. And in so doing, she became fascinated with the dynamics of collaboration on a project.

Since then, Jo hasn’t looked back. Her body of work includes scripts for Children’s live-action and animated television programs, a direct to video Children’s DVD, television commercials and corporate videos. She's been a feature writer on ReZoom.com and a contributing writer for the Arizona Sports Fans Network; where she was called their most popular writer, known for her humorous articles, player interviews and game coverage. Jo was unofficially the first to interview Emmitt Smith when he arrived in Arizona to play for the Cardinals.

She has adjunct taught at the Film School at Scottsdale Community College, has teamed with a Producer on a low budget thriller, and a Director on a New Dramady.” She went in front of the camera for a video, “Stepping Above Criticism”, capturing a popular talk with her students.

Her new book, FEEDBACK HOW TO GIVE IT HOW TO GET IT, shares her lessons learned with writers, and indeed everyone dealing with life's criticism.

When not diligently perfecting her craft, Jo can be found exploring her new home of Portland, Oregon, along with her husband Ian, and their dog Oscar.

http://www.feedbackthebook.com

http://josparkes.com/

Monday Moans ~ Somewhere I Belong



Here's a good moan from one of my favorite books. I love me some farmers. Somewhere I Belong is my farmer book. I want a Sully of my own.

Somewhere I Belong
Contemp, novella, m/f
Liquid Silver Books
Available here!


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.


And here's the moan!

“Sully?” Marley climbed out of bed and strode to the double window. Sheets of rain damped her sleep shirt as she slid the frame open. “Sully, get out of the rain. You’ll catch pneumonia.”

He slithered through the gap. “Marley.” He wrapped rain-soaked arms around her. His body shook. Fear? Regret? Longing? She wasn’t sure.

Her heart thundered in her chest. He’d come to her. In more ways than she wanted to admit, his gesture warmed her blood. He chipped away at her need for him, making her feelings stronger. “Sully, we aren’t kids. You don’t have to shimmy up the lattice and climb through my bedroom window to talk to me. You have keys to the house.”

“I need you.” He cupped her jaw in both hands.

“I’m in my pajamas.” Marley licked her lips and closed her eyes. How could she sound so foolish? “I mean…”

“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?

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Sunday Snog ~ Learning How to Bend



Thought I'd share a Sunday Snog that's a blast from the past... why not? Here's one from my first novella, Learning How to Bend.



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?


Hell, she’d yearned to touch Nate from the day she met him at Seth’s college graduation. Starting with his big feet and sculpted calves to his bronzed shoulders and piercing green eyes, she’d felt drawn like a moth to a flame. But being a happily married woman meant no contact with another man, including her husband’s friend. With both men involved, she could be a vixen and explore her limits. Seth always did mention he’d love to try a ménage a trois, especially with Nate. Why not now?

She handed the six-foot tall, sandy-haired hunk the bills. “Here you are.” Knowing Seth watched from behind, Abby wrapped her arms around Nate’s muscle-corded neck. “And this is your tip.” She pressed her lips to his.

“Are you certain Seth’s cool with it? He’s squirming.” Nate stepped back and stole a glance at Seth. His voice wavered a bit. “I know we talked about it, man, but that was before you married Abby. I gotta tell ya, I’m in.”

Abby looked at Seth. Her brows rose a fraction of an inch. Seth and Nate discussed her, or rather sex with her. She should’ve felt insulted, but instead a burst of raw desire and longing rushed straight between her thighs. Her lips parted. Was she in accord with the situation? She wanted Nate, yes, but she also needed Seth as much as she had the first time they made love. “What do you think, Seth?”

Friday, May 11, 2012

Blisse Kiss Spring Fling has Flung


And the winner is.... 

 ~ Mimi Rose ~ 

 :::throws confetti:::: 


 I've emailed you off list and hope to hear from you soon. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented on the tour. I had a blast and can't wait for the next tour. 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 Flirt ~ Unedited Excerpt from Still the One



I thought for the Friday Flirt, I'd use an unedited excerpt from Still the One. This short story follows up Ever Fallen in Love and features Janine and Eric.

The short will be out in the fall from Total-E-Bound in the Switch anthology. Here's a little flirt from Eric and Janine.

“Put the bags in the trunk.” She stood tall and slid the scarf from around her throat. “I need you to do something for me.”

“I liked the scarf where it was. Might want to use it on you later.” He slammed the trunk lid. “I can see the wheels turning in your head. What are you thinking?”

“Wrists.” Curt, brusque and to the point. “Now.”

Eric stared at her for a moment, his mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. His gaze darted around, but he offered his hands.

“Good boy.” Her hunch paid off. His inner submissive wanted to play and won out against his alpha needs. She wrapped the silk around his wrists. “You please me.”

“Janine what are you doing? I wanted to do this to you, not me.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I please you? Does that mean you think I’m sexy?”

She threaded her arms around his neck, rubbing her groin over his bound hands. “I,” she said between kisses, “am in control of what we do.” She feasted on his lips, licking his bottom lip and swiping her tongue over his teeth. The taste of mint and cola exploded on her tongue. She ground against him, pleasuring herself with his thick fingers. “And I want to do you right here, right now, sexy man.”

Eric moaned and she backed away. Confusion burned in his eyes and colour filled his cheeks. Instead of giving him the lead, she reached forward and unzipped him. Red dusted his face and the tops of his ears.

“You’re not worried someone will see us,” he asked in a hushed tone.

“I’m not.” She pushed his jeans aside enough to stroke his cock through his boxer briefs. “They can’t see behind the car and if you keep quiet, we won’t draw attention.” She worked his dick through the opening in his underwear and smeared her thumb through the precome glistening on the tip of his cock. “Right now, you’re in my hands and my control. You will do what I ask of you.”

He stared at her, but didn’t tell her to stop.

“No coming until I tell you.” She nodded to the backseat. “Lay down.”


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Leah Petersen's Fighting Gravity


I'd like to welcome Leah Petersen today to the blog. I'm happy to have her here. She's talking about her book, Fighting Gravity and the questions I came up with. Be sure to comment on the blog to get entered into the giveaway. What's up for grabs? The author will be giving away a prize pack containing these items hand knit by the author: a hat, a replica of the symbol of an important institution referenced in Fighting Gravity to TWO randomly drawn commenters during the tour. Here's the link to keep following the tour!

What was your favorite scene to write in Fighting Gravity?

Well I can't tell you too many details about it because it's part of the climax of the story. But without spilling too much, it's a confrontation scene, heavy on both the emotion and the testosterone. It's fueled by heartbreak, feelings of betrayal, love, loss, longing, and good old fashioned pride. I loved it so much that I wrote four different versions of it in the first draft.

What was the inspiration behind Fighting Gravity?

The idea came out of a dream I had of a boy being taken from his home by a totalitarian government who had identified his genius for physics and wanted to use him for their own ends. Everything developed from that point, following this boy who had been taken completely out of his element and away from everyone and everything he knew.

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

Read m/m erotica? Maybe that's not the most original, but certainly the most fun.

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

Frustrating has been all the other stuff besides writing. I'm not big on organization or lists of things to do. So learning about the industry, staying informed, making connections, doing industry research, sending in submissions, querying agents and publishers, and then all the marketing that comes into play once you've finally got a deal was pretty overwhelming to me. Still is, actually.

The most rewarding is when someone tells me they loved my book. Not because it's mine, but because when I finish a great book I just want to tell everyone about it, to talk and talk and talk about it. I couldn't do that when I finished Fighting Gravity because no one else had read it and unless I was emailing out the Word doc, they couldn't. So now that it's out there, when I hear someone say “OMG, I loved it when Jake…” I just want to squeal and say “I know, right? I loved that too!”

What accent inspires you to do naughty things?

A good British accent gets to me. Boring, but true.

Name something readers would be surprised to learn about you?

In real life I'm had to distinguish from the next WASP with 2.5 kids and a mortgage.

If you could ask the readers one question what would it be?

Did it make you cry? That's the ultimate measure of writing success to me, and the part of any book I always want to talk about. The saddest or most wonderful scene that was so intense it moved you to tears.

What's your writing process like?

It involves a punching words into a laptop and beer. How much of the former depends on the later.

What can readers expect next from you?

Right now, the sequel to FIGHTING GRAVITY. After that, I have a sneaky feeling I'm going to write fantasy. But we'll see.

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

Best: The finished product. Worst: The business side of it. It takes so much time away from actually writing, which was originally the whole point.

What is your method of breaking through writer's block?

I go for a drive. A long, boring road will fix most plot problems.

What fuels you as an author to continue to write?

Seeing how what I've written affects other people. There's no better drug than knowing you were able to give someone else the same sort of experience that other writers gave to you. Don't ever underestimate the power of telling an author you appreciated their book.

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

The next book's the sequel to FIGHTING GRAVITY, currently titled IMPACT VELOCITY. I can't really tell you what it's about without spoilers for the first book. I've got a good draft of it, though, and am now working on the third in the trilogy.

When you get a chance to read, what books do you love to read?

Fantasy is the first thing I go for, then sci-fi. I discovered erotic m/m romance when researching FIGHTING GRAVITY (that's my story and I'm sticking to it) and I'm likely to throw in one of those when I just want to read for the pure emotional jolt.

What bores you as a reader?

I can handle pretty much anything if the author has made me feel strongly enough about the character. Along the same lines, the most amazing prose or intricate plot or hot bodies will eventually lose me if I don't care enough about the character.

What is your favorite feature on a person?

Depends on the person. I like a nice butt, though. Probably because I don't have one.

What is your favorite time of day?

Evening. When the whole family's home, work's over, and it's socially acceptable to drink.

What music gets you dancing?

Dance music. ;) I don't know what the genre is but I always start dancing to the stuff they played in clubs when I was a teen ( I mean, of legal age.) Techno 80s stuff I guess it was. I'm not much of a dancer, can you tell?

Aliens have landed on the planet. What are the three things you would tell them that are great about this planet?

I'd tell them to stay away from the people. Find somewhere quiet, outdoors, in the woods or on the beach, in the spring, and listen to the sounds the world makes, the birds and the waves and the wind in the trees.

So that wasn't exactly three things, or even one for that matter. Huh. I guess I'm a bit anti-social.

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?

I'd probably take a whole lot of shoes and clothes, not because I like them, but because I hate shopping, so knowing I wouldn't be out the money for anything that didn't fit, I'd just grab everything I liked the look of and make off with it.

So long as we're fantasizing, I'd make my getaway on the back of a telepathic dragon.

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

SHOW! Anyone who's tried writing has heard “show don't tell” and honestly, everything goes back to that. Put me inside the experience with the character well enough and I'll believe anything you tell me and I'll care too much to walk away.

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

I'd love to be able to write the sort of prose that beautiful in and of itself. I write well enough to craft the story I want, but some people can produce prose that sounds like poetry. I'd like to be able to do that.

Here's the blurb for Fighting Gravity!
When Jacob Dawes is Selected for the Imperial Intellectual Complex as a child, he’s catapulted from the poverty-stricken slums of his birth into a world where his status as an unclass is something no one can forget, or forgive. His growing scientific renown draws the attention of the emperor, a young man Jacob’s own age, and they find themselves drawn to each other in an unlikely, and ill-advised relationship. Jacob may have won the emperor’s heart, but it’s no protection when he’s accused of treason. And fighting his own execution would mean betraying the man he loves.



Leah Petersen lives in North Carolina. She does the day-job, wife, and mother thing, much like everyone else. She prides herself on being able to hold a book with her feet so she can knit while reading. She’s still working on knitting while writing.
FIGHTING GRAVITY is her first novel.

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Leah Petersen's Going to Be Here Tomorrow with Fighting Gravity



Leah Petersen is coming by tomorrow with her book, Fighting Gravity. I don't know about you, but this looks like a great book. I'm in line to get my copy. I'm also preparing to comment tomorrow. Why? The author will be giving away a prize pack containing these items hand knit by the author: a hat, a replica of the symbol of an important institution referenced in Fighting Gravity to TWO randomly drawn commenters during the tour. So you want to follow the tour? I would. Here's the link!

How cool is that?

Here's the lowdown on the book so you can prepare for tomorrow.

When Jacob Dawes is Selected for the Imperial Intellectual Complex as a child, he’s catapulted from the poverty-stricken slums of his birth into a world where his status as an unclass is something no one can forget, or forgive. His growing scientific renown draws the attention of the emperor, a young man Jacob’s own age, and they find themselves drawn to each other in an unlikely, and ill-advised relationship. Jacob may have won the emperor’s heart, but it’s no protection when he’s accused of treason. And fighting his own execution would mean betraying the man he loves.



Here's an excerpt from Fighting Gravity!
“Happy birthday, by the way,” I said one evening almost a week later as the emperor accompanied me from the dining hall to the lab.

“Thank you,” he replied. “To you as well.”


“How did you know it was my birthday?”
“Oh, there’s not much I don’t know if I choose to,” he said with a smile.

“OK, I should have known that. I suppose I mean, why do you know?”

“In my position, I’ve found curiosity to be an asset. I don’t believe there is such a thing as knowing too much.”

That wasn’t a comfortable thought. How much he could know. How much he knew.

“I’m older,” he added after a long silence. I raised my eyebrows. “Only about six hours, but it counts.”

I had to laugh. “You’re one of the most powerful men in the galaxy and it matters to you whether or not you’re older than me?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t it matter to you?”

“That’s not the same thing. There’s a huge power differential between us. At least age would be something I’d have over you.”

“I get the feeling that power doesn’t mean that much to you.”

“Unless you mean as a function of energy.” I grinned at him. “No. I have no need for it. It would get in the way of my work.”

“What did you do for your birthday?” he said after a pause.

“Radiation measurements.”

He laughed. “No party?”

“With whom?”

“Haven’t you made any friends aboard ship? I know it’s only been three weeks, but you don’t seem to be the kind of person who would have trouble making friends.”

“Maybe you don’t know me very well. In my experience, there aren’t many people who are interested in being friends with me.”

“Maybe it’s they who don’t know you very well.”

I frowned, puzzled. When I looked at him again he was watching me. “And what have you concluded?” he asked.

“About what?”

“You look like you’re trying to decide something. My guess is you’re trying to figure me out.”

I thought about that before I replied. “You’re confusing,” I conceded.

He grinned. Reaching into his pocket, he produced something and handed it to me. “Here. Happy birthday.”

He’d given me a small box. I looked at him, surprised, but when he said nothing further I opened it. Inside was a pair of platinum cuff links with a raised imperial crest on them. “I thought they might be less objectionable than a ring.”

I frowned. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“I assure you, I don’t need anything.”

“Neither do I. That’s not the point.”

He shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts. We’ll just say you gave me something.”
“I’m sure you can say whatever you want, but I never thought of giving you anything.”

He stared at me in shock and then started laughing so hard he had to stop walking. We stood in the middle of the hallway and I watched both directions as I waited for him to get control of himself. If someone came along and saw him like this, it wouldn’t go well for me. When he caught his breath he said, “You never thought of giving me anything.” He repeated it as if it was the punch line to a good joke. “Not even just now, when I gave you something?”

“No,” I said. “I can’t imagine what I would get you.”

“Well, whether you realize it or not, you’ve been giving me a gift for the last ten minutes,” he said.

I grimaced. “You’re not going to say something weird like ‘the gift of your company,’ are you?”

He doubled over with laughter again. “No,” he answered when he’d composed himself. “No, I was going to say that we’ve been talking for more than ten minutes and you haven’t called me ‘Excellence’ once.”

I startled. “I’m sorry.” It occurred to me that I should have said “Excellence” just then.

He was grinning. “Don’t be. Isn’t that what I just said? No one’s ever done that to me before. It’s very disrespectful. I like it.

Leah Petersen lives in North Carolina. She does the day-job, wife, and mother thing, much like everyone else. She prides herself on being able to hold a book with her feet so she can knit while reading. She’s still working on knitting while writing.
FIGHTING GRAVITY is her first novel.

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Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Cover Faery Stopped By!


This sweet little faery, courtesy of Fantasy Gallery Art has been dubbed the Cover Art Faery. Hopefully she visits you. She came to my house. Yep. Want to see what she left me?

Monday, May 7, 2012

Monday Moans ~ Savin' Me



I wrote this story as a personal goal and because the characters wouldn't let me not write it. Besides them having original names, I wasn't sure if the story line would work. There's lots of rock stars out there and lots of books where people indulge in menage and BDSM situations. But I loved the characters and the vulnerability in the story line so I pushed myself. I loved it. See what you think.

Savin' Me
Total-E-Bound

Contemp, Novella
Menage, M/F, M/M, M/M/F, M/F/M, toys, BDSM, Spanking
Available here

Three is their magic number. Now they’ve got to decide if the magic is worth saving.

Razrs Edge used to pack stadiums, fuelled by the inner turmoil and passion of the three founding members. Now that the threesome has parted ways, the lights aren’t as bright and the cheers of the crowds not as loud.

It’s time to bring the magic back. Parkur has never been convinced the split was for good. They were meant to be three. But can he write the music to convince Juniper and Jacoby to give him a second chance?

Juniper and Jacoby want the triad intact. Is the love they shared as three enough to erase the destruction in their collective past?

Reader Advisory: This book contains two heroes hell bent on making sweet music with the woman of their dreams, the rediscovery of passion between three people, hot manlove and ménage action, a little spanking, some toy play, and some bondage...oh yes...


And here's the moan!

Jacoby slapped Parkur’s bare ass. “Mine.” He fingered the collar about Parkur’s throat. “You are mine.”

“Always,” Parkur replied.

“Remove my shirt. I want that mouth on my nipples.”

Inch by agonising inch, Parkur unbuttoned the buttons down Jacoby’s shirt and exposed more and more of his flesh. He scraped his nails down Jacoby’s chest, leaving three red scratches on the pale skin. Jacoby thrust his hands into Parkur’s hair and held him against his breast.

Juniper squeezed her legs together. Parkur hadn’t even put his hands on Jacoby’s dick yet and she already wanted to come. Hell, neither man had touched her. She licked her lips as Parkur sucked on Jacoby’s mocha-coloured nipple. She loved to run her tongue over every last bit of Jacoby’s body. She dug her fingers into the tops of her legs. Double damn it. No touching herself, either.

Jacoby groaned. “Fuck. Yes. Suck me.”

Grinning, Parkur worked the mechanism on Jacoby’s belt then unfastened the button of his jeans. He divested Jacoby of both the pesky denim and his boxer shorts in one downwards tug. Parkur stood and grasped both his cock and Jacoby’s cock in his hand. Their twin piercings sparkled in the low light.

“I missed this,” Parkur whispered.

“On your knees.” Jacoby’s voice came out ragged and slithered over her skin.

The words were a command, but the tone of Jacoby’s voice amplified his need and his inner turmoil. Jacoby obviously loved being in control, but could he fall back in love with Parkur? Juniper wished both were possible. Even after the fights, the bitter words and the parting, she still loved both men.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Blisse Kiss Spring Fling ~ When You're With Me



For my part in the Blisse Kiss Spring Fling, I thought I'd feature my novel, When You're With Me. Why? There's a new blossom of love in the book and well, it's fun to have love in the afternoon. Grin. I love doing the Blisse Kiss Events. So much fun. Want to win a copy of When You're With Me? All you have to do is leave a comment with your name and email. It's that simple. Here's the link to Blisse Kiss so you can read more kisses!

When You're With Me
Contemp, Suspense/Mystery, Action/Adventure, Men in Uniform
M/F, mild bondage, spanking, Voyeurism
Available here!

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 that kiss!!!

“Your time is up. I need to go.” Her face was ashen and she averted her eyes. Ramon noticed her chest quake.

His chances to gain her confidence dwindled. He held out his hand. “Jude, stay. I asked for this because I wanted you and no one else.” He didn’t want to let her go. She fascinated him and he felt drawn to her body. Ramon shoved the distracting thoughts aside, praying she wouldn’t leave.

Her eyes darted from his to the floor. He could get lost in her eyes, no matter what storms brewed there. He wondered what was going through her gorgeous head. Would she bolt or call the bouncer? He didn’t want her to throw him out.

“I’ll never force you to do something you don’t want to do and that’s a promise, Jude.”

Instead of running, she sat back down on his lap, straddling his heat. Her fingers laced with his. “You’ve got me, Ramon,” she whispered, “for now.”

Ramon grinned but felt a strange sensation beneath his ribs. He didn’t want her for only right now. He wanted her for… No, he couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to ruin it like everything else, especially not with the severity of the undercover operation gaining steam. “Then I’ll count the minutes until I can kiss you, sweet girl.”

Her eyes widened and her lips parted. There was a definite catch in her breath before she leaned into him. He loved that he could make her melt so easily and wondered if she would for anyone. Her eyes closed and a tiny sigh escaped her luscious lips. “Kiss me, Ramon.”

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.”

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Friday Flirt ~ Unedited Absolute Decision



This is a totally unedited and old snippet from a story that parallels When You're With Me. I originally titled this story Absolute Decision, since the main character is a judge. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it, but here's a snippet. You can see how far I've come. This one is from 2008. Yeah, did I mention it was old?

Andie awoke the next morning, alone in the foreign king-sized bed. She rubbed her eyes and finger combed her hair as she looked around, not exactly sure where she was. The smell of bacon, eggs and fresh coffee toyed with her senses and made her stomach growl.

She slid out of the warm bed and padded barefoot to the kitchen without realizing or caring that she was stark naked. Ned, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts, stood at the stove.

She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his midsection.

With his free hand, he stoked the length of her hip. “Hungry,” he asked, surprised and pleased to find her naked.

She nibbled on his earlobe. “Only for you,” she giggled and rested her chin on his shoulder. Her bare breasts skimmed his back and sent electric sparks to his groin. “What are you making?”

He flicked off the stove and turned to capture her in his arms. “Although I’d love to eat you all morning, I need some sort of sustenance from the dairy and meat food groups,” he laughed and reached for the plate. “Plus, I want to get to know you. What about you?”

“You’ve got me covered,” she giggled and kissed his bare shoulder. “I like whatever it is you have.”

He placed two eggs and three strips of bacon on her plate, and then got his own.

She sat and ate at his dinette table, perfectly content and buck naked.

Ned’s eyes fixated on her breasts and the silver nipple rings.

“You aren’t eating,” she said and dropped her hands. “Is something wrong?”

Slowly his eyes met hers. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything about you is so beautiful. I just can’t stop looking at your breasts. When did you get them pierced, if you don’t mind me asking,” he asked and devoured a strip of bacon.

Wringing her hands in her lap, she grinned thinly with embarrassment and squared her shoulders. “A guy told me it was hot, so I had them done to make him happy. But as you can see, it didn’t make much difference, because I’m still single and he’s not.” As the story of my life goes…

“Why not get rid of them,” he asked and shoved a fork-full of eggs into his mouth.

She shrugged and stared at the food. “They’ve grown on me. Kind of a reminder that I’ve done stupid things in my life that I don’t want to repeat,” she admitted and pushed the eggs around on her plate. “Why? Don’t you like them either? Most guys like them initially, but get tired of them after a while.”

“Doll, I like them, but if you aren’t comfortable, then take them out,” he said simply.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Lori Toland's Long Con



Lori Toland is here today with her book, The Long Con. This looks like a fantastic read and I can't wait to get my copy. I also can't wait to comment. Why? Lori will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter. Sounds like a good reason to me. Here's the link for the rest of the tour. You know you want to follow it.

So I asked her, why write about cons and prostitutes?


You may have seen on TV several series involving con men (Hustle, Leverage, White Collar, etc) and the title of the book is named after a kind of confidence trick called the long con. A long con is a very elaborate scheme that takes a lot of planning but has a very large payout. A short con is a confidence trick that con men play to get a small amount of money quickly.

Con men are very devious and slippery and originally Agent Bradley was supposed to fall for one of the con men, but then Bradley and Tony met and the story derailed to the point where I couldn't get it back on track. It was sorta like a blind double date and your best friend falls in love with your date and vice versa.

However, I loved from the first moment of how the very stuffy Agent Nathaniel Bradley was mistaken for being a hustler. Nothing about Bradley, other than maybe his exceptional good looks, says prostitute. Getting sucked into this con wasn't part of the plan. Originally Bradley planned to track down the egg and alert the local authorities to the existence of the egg inside the US. He didn't count on Amanda, the sole woman in the team of con artists. She saw the perfect opportunity for an in to Tony Terranova, a quietly gay Mafia man and the target of their con.

Stuck in the middle of this hot mess, Bradley finds his dark, forbidden tastes mix well with Tony's. With every passing moment, he falls deeper under Tony's seductive spell until neither can see the light of day… and Bradley's not sure he ever wants to be let go.

Thanks Wendi for having me by! Grin. I hope you enjoy The Long Con.

Here's the blurb, because if you're like me, you want to know more!

British Agent Nathaniel Bradley is tasked with bringing home a stolen heirloom. After tracking the Faberge egg all the way to a group of criminals in New York, Bradley infiltrates a ring of con artists and gets sucked into the role of a high priced prostitute.

While hoping for a chance to take back what is rightfully his, Bradley’s sole mission becomes to seduce Tony Terranova, Jr, the heir to a notorious mafia dynasty. Though Tony is strikingly handsome, the usually dominant Bradley is hesitant to submit to the sexual whims of a dangerous Mafioso.

What Bradley doesn't expect is for Tony to fall to his knees so eagerly for him, leaving him blindsided by how intensely their dark tastes complement each other. Now Bradley is caught up in a deadly game of lies and desire, where what he truly wants may not be what duty requires.

And because I know you want to know more, here's Lori's Links!
CEO by day, erotic romance writer by night, Lori Toland lives in Orlando where the summers are hot but the romance between her characters is even hotter. Writing since the tender age of 13, Lori somehow finds time to play video games and watch movies while taking care of her beloved cats and a husband who will forever be her hero.

Lori’s Website: http://www.loritoland.com
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