Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!

I don't have a cool cover for this one, not even a temporary one, but hey, gotta start somewhere. I've got a couple of submissions out so we'll see what happens on those. So here's the WIP. I've got an idea where it will go, but for now, here's the ten lines.

She looked so damn familiar, but he’d never ventured across the courtyard to get a better look. She reminded him of the minx from the school. Tessa didn’t strike him as the type to dance in front of an open window. She came across so stiff and proper, not at all like the vibrant babe he loved to watch.

The woman turned her back to him and rolled her neck. Graig rubbed his flattened palm across his torso. His nipples beaded. From his touch or the vision of her? Both worked for him. She rested her hands on her hips, drawing his attention to her ass. A nice, plush bottom, perfect for slapping during sex and sinful when she danced.

He prayed she’d turn on her stereo. Not for the music, although sometimes he caught faint snippets of her selections. He wanted the music to accompany her dance.

Monday, July 30, 2012

It's a Monday Moan Release Day Moan!!

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It's a release day moan today. Sunshine of Your Love comes out today!! I'm excited and a little scared. I mean, this is a historical. A recent historical, set in 1970, but still. The Historical market is really tough. If you stopped by yesterday for the Snog, then this is where it gets hotter!! So here it is.

Available here!

Here's a white hot Monday Moan excerpt!

Noel snuggled against her side. “You went out there naked.”

“Except for the sheet,” Cindy murmured. She shifted and turned to face him. Instead of going to sleep, she slipped one hand between their bodies and into the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Noel’s breath hitched and his eyes closed. She wound her fingers around his growing erection. He groaned and ground his hips into hers.

“Feels good.” Another groan as she worked her fingers up and down his length in long strokes. The start of a smile curled his lips. “Damn good.” Noel tumbled on to his back. “Let me lose these.” He yanked the boxer shorts down his legs and kicked the garment to the end of the bed.

She straddled his thighs and trailed her fingers over his dick. Liquid seeped from the blunt head of his cock. What did he taste like? She bit her bottom lip and scooted down his legs. With her gaze fixed on his, she swiped her tongue through the pre-cum.

Noel shivered and threaded his fingers into her hair. “Yeah.” He moaned. “More.”

Feeling bold, she licked the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Cindy took him into her mouth and rolled her tongue around his dick. She hollowed her cheeks and hummed. She scraped her teeth down his dick.

“Up and down,” he coaxed. “Easy, Sunshine.”

She bobbed her head, mouth-fucking him in time with the music playing in her head. Her breasts grazed the hair on his thighs, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She massaged his sac and rocked back on her heels. Noel’s grasp in her hair tightened and his hips bucked.

“Fuck.” His chest arched. “Oh.” He dug his heels into the mattress. His cock bumped the back of her throat. Salty seed burst on her tongue. She fought the urge to pull back and swallowed his offering. Noel went rigid, then limp beneath her.

Noel’s chest rose and fell with each breath. He opened his hand and patted the mattress. “You got me.”

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sunday Snoggin' with the Sunshine of Your Love

Every week I look forward to the Sunday Snogs. It's a fun time and my TBR list grows. For my contrinution to the Sunday Snogs, I'm showcasing my newest release Sunshine of Your Love. Click the banner above for the rest of the snogs, the banner below to get your copy and keep reading for the snog!!

And now for that snog!!!

“Why don’t you drive?”

Noel offered his hand. “Yeah?” He helped her off the trunk of the car, but didn’t back up. The hem of her dress caught on his jeans leg, exposing most of her thigh. She wriggled to cover herself up, but he stopped her again. “Been a long time since I’ve seen something so sexy.” He smoothed the fabric, palming her thigh on the way down. “A long time.”

His lips parted and his breath warmed her skin. The musk of his cologne wrapped around her, enveloping her in his strength and masculinity. She placed her hands on his chest. His pulse thrummed under her hand. If she bounced on the balls of her feet, she’d be able to kiss him. His words came back to her. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Then she’d take her chance today.

Cindy licked her bottom lip then captured his mouth in a kiss. Noel hummed and curled his arms around her waist. He tightened his grasp, holding her flush against his body. His erection jabbed into her stomach. Heat from him radiated along her nerve endings. His tongue tangled with hers. Feeling bold, she sucked on his tongue and ground her hips on his thigh. If they hadn’t been in the middle of the parking garage, she’d gladly have helped him initiate her trunk lid.

Noel pulled away first. A predatory look filled his brown eyes. “Get in the car.”

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Maggie Greene's Nursing Second Chances

Today Maggie Greene is here talking about favorite characters. Make sure you comment. There are prizes up for grabs!! Take it away, Maggie!

Thanks so much for having me here today!

Choosing a favorite character from my books is a little like picking your favorite kid. You can’t really do it. Sure, some days you are pretty sure you know exactly who win that contest, but in your heart you know you love them all equally. Even if they did just break that expensive family heirloom or get detention for fifth time this month.

Some days I can’t stand one of my characters. He/she won’t tell me what they are thinking, they are screwing up the story line I had in mind, and generally make me want to pull my hair out and refuse to finish the story. Sadly, I can’t very well send them to their room for time out. I can close the document though.

The trick I’ve found is to figure out why they are misbehaving. Did I do something to them that I shouldn’t have? Am I telling the scene from the wrong point-of-view? There is almost always a reason they are acting out. The sooner I find it, the sooner I can get back to work.

I can’t have a favorite main character, but I see no problem in having a favorite secondary character. For Nursing Second Chances, that favorite character was Kiersten’s sister, Jeanine. I loved her so much that she threatened to take over the story at various points. Since I’ve been asked several times on the tour, I’ll tell you that I do have a sequel planned for her.

Alright, time for the fun part. I’m having a large giveaway as part of my blog tour. Comments on each of the stops will count as an entry in the contest. Winners will be drawn on August 1st and will receive a gift basket from me complete with some book swag, bath products, and honey. For more details (and chances to enter), you can visit my blog (http://www.authormaggiegreene.com). Please make sure you leave an email address.

Nursing Second Chances

A Honey Creek Sweet Romance

Kiersten Hart left Honey Creek the minute she graduated high school and never looked back. When her sister Jeanine is widowed and left to raise two children alone, Kiersten moves back on a temporary basis. When Charles steps in and sweeps her off her feet, she has to decide if the wounds from her childhood can be mended.

After his wife died, Charles Webber swore he’d never love anyone again. He buried himself in his work and didn’t look up until he found out his son was sick. Moving to Honey Creek was supposed to make things easier. Kiersten does little to help keep things simple. Though he is taken with her, he soon realizes the casual relationship they agreed on is turning serious. As their expiration date approaches, Charles must decide if Kiersten is worth the risk.

Available from Turquoise Morning Press:


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Nursing-Second-Chances-Honey-ebook/dp/B0082X3IHO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1336989882&sr=1-1

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/nursing-second-chances-maggie-greene/1110797875?ean=2940014421508

Maggie Greene has often been described as having an overactive imagination. She’s not convinced this is true, but does seem to spend a lot of her time daydreaming up ways to make her characters fall in love. When she’s not buried in a pile of books or typing away on her computer, she’s living out her very own happily-ever-after with a very patient husband and a demanding cat.Maggie loves to hear from readers. You can contact her at authormaggiegreene@gmail.com, through her website www.authormaggiegreene.com or on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/#!/AuthorMaggieGreene.

Sexy Cover Saturday ~ My Immortal

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What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340-year-old vampire? Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie 'Stevie' Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

Reader Advisory: This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback as well as smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.

Genre Paranormal/ Vampire
Book Length Novel
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by April Martinez
ISBN# 978-0-85715-275-6
Available here!

Friday, July 27, 2012

Sumtlympics and You!!!

And the winner of a $5 GC to BN.com is... 

 ~ Tamsyn ~ 

 :::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.

Thursday, July 26, 2012


Do you hear that music? That familiar tune? No? I can't either. I don't have the television on to a station showing the games and I'm not in London. That's okay. I'm taking part in the Smutlympics, sponsored by Mitnik, Victoria Blisse and Smut in the City. How cool is that? Very cool! Here's my sports-themed offering and upcoming release, Still the One. The novella is included in the Switch Anthology and features a NASCAR crew chief. Yeah! And if you comment at the end, there's a GC to Barnes and Noble ($5) in it for you. Who doesn't love shopping for books? So leave your name, email (we can't contact you if you don't leave that email) and the name of your favorite sport, Olympic or otherwise!

Okay so here's the vital stats: Switch Anthology

Genre BDSM/Bondage, Contemporary
Book Length Anthology
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
Sexometer 2
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by Posh Gosh
ISBN# 978-1-78184-090-0

'Still The One' by Wendi Zwaduk

She'll be his salvation if he's willing to switch.

Being stressed out sucks, especially when you're in charge of a team. Just ask Eric Trask. The pit crew of the Fifty—Four truck team depends on him. The stress of keeping things running smoothly is wearing Eric down. What's a guy to do to get a little relief?

Janine Walters knows exactly what Eric's up against. She's the public relations face of the team. Pressure is all a part of the job. Her outlet for stress just happens to be wielding a crop.

Can Eric embrace her methods for stress relief or will her suggestion tear their fragile relationship apart?

Reader Advisory: This book contains the use of a crop, spanking, a little bondage, a little pegging, some toys and a woman who knows how to use a strap on to pleasure her man.

Also features stories by:
'Switching Off' by Amy Valenti
'Top or Bottom?' by Desiree Holt
'Mastering Maya' by Lisabet Sarai
'Wagers of Sin' by Elizabeth Coldwell
'Who Compels My Strength' by Lauren Gallagher

Available soon right here!

And now for that execerpt!!

“First, we must come up with a safe word. That’s the point at which all play stops and we go back to that particular activity at a later date, after discussion. I’ll never make you do something I know you can’t handle. The idea is to pleasure you, not punish. Not in the strictest sense.” She handed him a towel. “I want you to think about anything but your job and the team, so your safe word is truck.”

Eric stood and dried himself. She wasn’t going to hurt him more than he wanted. He could live with that. Hell, the idea sent shock waves through his body. His cock twitched beneath the towel. “I understand. And what am I to call you? I assume there’s a special name I use for you during the play.”

“You will call me by my name.” She dragged the gloves back up her arms. “I will refer to you as ‘my Pet’.”

He processed her words. If giving in meant getting a decent night’s sleep after great sex and exploration… Screw his alpha needs. “Then, Janine, I’d like to play. But I have one more question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Where did you get all this? I don’t remember you having a latex outfit in your closet.”

“You’d be amazed at what a girl can find with a free afternoon and good directions.” She wiggled her brows. “I’m glad you approve. Ready?”

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. A length of silk lay in a coil on the bed. His chest heaved. He’d be blindfolded? God damn, she did mean control. He hated not being able to see everything happening.

“I want you to kneel, right here.” She pointed to a pillow on the floor.

Eric turned away from the bed, dropped to his knees and folded his hands behind his back. He didn’t completely understand why, but went with the action.

“Very good.” She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, then through his hair. Janine tilted his head back and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. Her hair tickled his face as she pushed the kiss farther and tangled her tongue with his.

He held on tight to his wrist. She hadn’t said anything about not touching, but he was enjoying letting her run things. A lot. Tingles shot through his veins and his balls constricted. Just a kiss, but she’d shown him a high he’d never imagined.

Janine broke the connection and stood tall. Her cheeks flushed and her nipples beaded beneath the tight dress. His mouth watered. God, he wanted to taste her.

Smutlympics is Coming!

It's coming in one day. To coincide with the Olympics, we have the SMUTLYMPICS!!! Stop back tomorrow to see what the hullabaloo is all about. Oh, and there are prizes. Yep. Grin. Check it out here for more information!

Travel Thursdays ~ New Feature

It's time for another new feature. I get to go lots of fun places for my writing and I thought I'd share some of them with you. First one is the Mansfield Reformatory. Spooky! Why? I don't know that it's haunted (via personal experience), but it's a creepy looking place. Ever saw The Shawshank Redemption? A lot of it was filmed there.

Looks kinda scary, doesn't it? It's more than a century old and has six floors (backs facing) of cells in two cell blocks. The cells are small and housed two inmates each. Talk about being right on top of each other!

My thoughts? The place is huge. I mean HUGE. It's crumbling, but it should be beings it's over 100 years old and was in disrepair. There are many reminders from the filming of Shawshank there, plus kiosks that tell you history of the different parts of the building. My mind wandered many times as to what the rooms looked like in the glory days and how I could put my ghost explorers in there in the present day. The statuary from the chapel were gorgeous - biblical characters in the style of the roaring twenties. But then once I left the chapel, the stairs led to the fourth floor of cell blocks. I wasn't expecting the steps to be OPEN. You know, those kind that have nothing under them except the metal of the steps themselves? Yeah, those. SCARY. I'm not good with heights, so it was worse. But I got to see the cells and how cramped they were. Solitary is partially underground and creepy. There's a sign that warns visitors not to close the cell doors as they don't have the keys and you could be in there a while. Grin. Below is my favorite photo:

It was fun and required a lot of walking, but very much worth it. Want to know more? Click here!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Writing Man City by C. Margery Kempe

Welcome C. Margery Kempe to the blog today! I'm so glad she's here with her book, Man City. If you haven't read it, well, you should. It's hot and so much fun. Want to win something? You know you do. So what's up for grabs? A copy of Man City! Yeah! So comment and leave your name with email so we can get in touch with you. You know you want to. 

I'll stop babbling. It's her guesting day, so I'll let her take it away!

I'll admit that I always used to say that sports are for playing not watching, but you can't live in the UK and Ireland without giving in to the lure of football. I remember sitting in pubs the summer of 2010 listening to the omnipresent sound of vuvuzelas. The UEFA World Cup was in South Africa and the popularity of the fan noise makers combined with the unrelenting heat made sure the sound echoed across London. You couldn't have a pint or two without getting caught up in the excitement. I recall finding my friend and I surrounded by Germans in a pub in Brixton. Why were all they all at this pub, we asked.

Because the other German pub was full! Who knew?

I've always thought of Manchester primarily in terms of music. I'd never been there before last year but I really enjoyed my visit there, partly because I got to see my favourite band in their home town. But like most of the major British cities outside of London, it doesn't get much recognition. Since the BBC has moved a lot of its studios there, Manchester has got a little more (grudging) respect from the south.

In football terms, its the home of the most hated team in the UK, Man United. Okay, there are some fans, but no one with any taste! For Americans, they're kind of like the Yankees -- believed by some, dismissed as greedy corporate lackeys by others (go Red Sox). Man City, their rivals across town, have much more of a working class identity. Fandom isn't just a matter of liking a team: often it's part of your local and cultural pride. You can't change teams (go Gunners!) no matter how their fortunes fare.

But there are always folks who don't much care about sports; my character Shai finds match nights a bit of a bore. She's also a bit ambivalent about having given up her previous boyfriend. She doesn't miss his football obsession, and her current boyfriend is terrific in all kinds of ways.

But why not have it all?

After flirting via texts with Stuart on the bus ride home -- and reading a dirty book over another guy's shoulder -- Shai begins to hatch an idea for some extra fun. The challenge is getting Joe and Stuart to go along with it. Fortunately they're all getting together for the match tonight, so she's got the perfect opportunity.

Seriously steamy hot stuff, but I think it's a lot of fun. You don't have to know anything about football to enjoy it, but if you recognise football chants, there's a little extra fun. I thought it was very nice of the Man City team to win the championship just in time to help promote my publication!

Blurb –

Footie brought two best friends together; no matter that one was Shai's ex and the other her current boyfriend.
When she flirts with Stuart on the bus ride home, Shai begins to formulate an idea to make match night more rewarding for all three of them.


A long moment later, Joe chuckled as he rested his hot face on her back, panting from his exertions.
"What brought that on?" Joe finally asked at last, straightening to refasten his trousers. "More tabloid stories about Johnny Depp?"
Shai blushed as she picked up her clothing but decided not to dress, enjoying the kitchen's warmth. Her skin still tingled.
"Oh, I blame Georgie," she quickly lied. "She was texting me all about the plans for her dirty weekend and I guess it just got me all hot and bothered. And there was this guy on the bus reading a dirty book in the seat in front of me, sporting a semi."
Better to be as truthful as possible.
Joe leaned over for a kiss before walking back to the chopping board. He put his apron back on and resumed his task—salsa for tonight’s match. "Maybe we need a dirty weekend. Fancy going up to Blackpool?" he asked.
Shai laughed. "I have never been, you know."
"You're joking!" Joe stared at her, his knife frozen in the air.
"No, truly. My dad always said it was naff. Really I think he just didn't want to shell out for a good holiday. We always went to my nan's farm. Cheap labour we were."
"Oh, Blackpool's brill! Okay, maybe a bit naff, especially back in the day, but I think you'd love it. And it would be great for a dirty weekend."
"And close by."
Joe smiled. "Speed is of the essence with you, I know."
"Not always, not always." Shai grinned. "Anything I can do to help?"
Joe shook his head. "All under control. The guacamole is the last thing." The oven chimed and he turned to grab the oven mitts and take out a tray of samosas, which he tipped into a waiting tea towel-lined basket. "We are going to have some fine feast tonight!"
God, it's great to date a fella who cooks! Shai kissed the back of his neck then grabbed the open bottle of rioja and poured herself a glass. What a great start to the evening. I must look like the cat who ate the canary. It was all she could do not to touch herself. Instead, she sipped her wine and decided to go have a bath before changing into more comfortable clothes.
"Did Stuart text you?" Joe called as she walked out of the kitchen.
Shai froze.
"Stuart?" she asked, trying to cover her guilt with a little vagueness.
"Yeah, he asked what to bring and I said it was covered, but he said he'd text you." Joe didn't look up from his chopping. Now it was onions. He had a methodical approach to the process of cooking. And other things. Shai pictured Joe’s approach to eating her out. Feast indeed.
"Oh, yeah," she said, hoping her voice sounded completely casual. "I told him to bring some red wine for me."
Joe laughed and carried on with his chopping.
Shai ambled along to the bedroom, luxuriating in the afterglow. Throwing her shoes in the corner, she dumped her clothes in the hamper and started to run a bath. A little of her favourite bath oil assured her skin would be soft and spicy for the evening.
Ah, but what difference does it make? We're only watching footie.
At least with Joe, that wasn't a nightly occurrence. He was likewise indifferent to rugby, cricket, and darts, which Stuart could not do without.
Sighing, she slipped into the warm water. Such a delicious feeling! She soaped herself with the giant sponge and thought about the evening to come. The boys looked forward to another good match. What did she have to look forward to? Shouts, beers, and too much food! But it would be nice having the two of them shouting at the telly again like old times.
The transition from boyfriend to friend was tough. In the past, she had generally found it easier just to abandon a relationship. Most guys had little interest in being friends once the lure of sex disappeared. But Shai remained fond of Stuart. He could make her laugh like no one else.
And no one was more daring than Stuart. She giggled remembering the time they had had a quickie in the women's loo at the Britannia Hotel during her cousin's wedding reception. Her aunt had walked in while they were still at it, commenting about the commonness of ‘some people’ while the two of them tried not to laugh too loudly.
Shai grinned. Stuart had been very naughty today, too. He knew how to get her motor racing. Despite the hot action with Joe, she had a restless feeling and was hungry for more.

Author Bio —

C. Margery Kempe is a writer of erotic romance distinguished by its humour, intelligence, and fearless sensual pleasures. Her stories range from contemporary thrillers to medieval era fairy tales.

An English professor by day, she also writes on medieval literature, film, creative writing and New Media, as well as humour, drama, mainstream and genre fiction under her real name (http://www.kalaity.com) and non-explicit romance as Kit Marlowe (http://www.kit-marlowe.com). She’s a weekly blogger at Nights of Passion on Sundays.

BUY LINK for Man City —

Contact C. Margery Kempe —

C. Margery Kempe -- http://www.cmkempe.com

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Saturday Night Special

Since the Tasty Tuesday post has been removed, I thought I'd made today the Ten Line Tuesday Day. Ten lines from my WIP. This is from the unedited, expanded version of Saturday Night Special. Enjoy!

The late day sunlight light spread across the interior of the truck, making her eyes shine and her skin the perfect shade of peaches and cream – like unblemished porcelain. She took his breath away with nothing more than a smile.

Mallory patted the seat. “I needed a soft place to sit. These heels are killing me.”

His gaze slid down her sculpted calves to her shoes. His shivered. His cock pressed against his fire suit. Damn. He gave in to a quick fantasy and envisioned Mal in nothing but those high heels. “They’re killing me too.”


Realizing he verbalized his thoughts, his attention snapped back to her face with a quick meander over the way her black miniskirt hugged her curves and blood red halter cupped her breasts.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Blissmas Presents!

And the winner of one title from my backlist is...  

 ~ Tina B ~ 

 :::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.

Monday Moans ~ My Immortal

arekmalang / 123RF Stock Photo

Like the new banner? I do. It's white hot. Now it's time for Monday Moans. I love this time of the week. Happy shivers. Speaking of happy shivers, I'm featuring my novel My Immortal. The book has garnered some mixed emotions from readers. My vampires might not be run of the mill, but to me, that's what makes them fun. See what you think!

My Immortal
Genre Paranormal/ Vampire
Book Length Novel
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by April Martinez
ISBN# 978-0-85715-275-6

What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340-year-old vampire? Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie 'Stevie' Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

Reader Advisory: This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback as well as smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.

Available here!

And now for that moan!

“Ah Stevie, this music makes me want to rush home to fuck you.”

A moment of shock flickered in her eyes as she froze mid-kiss.

He grasped her hips and tugged her closer. “Do you feel this, Stevie?” His erection pulsed against her curvaceous butt. “You do this to me, not a silly bet. No one else.”

Her lips parted and he captured them in a deep kiss. Heat rushed through his system. He needed a bed, now. Her nails scraped his scalp, but he didn’t care. He wanted her marks on his back, his arms, anywhere she damn well pleased.

A bump from one of the couples in the crowd broke his reverie. He glanced up to see Bruce and Cherylyn knotted up in their own sensual embrace. He snorted. Shitty timing. “Spin, Stevie. Photo time.”

She did as told and stuck a sexy pose by throwing her arm over her head and clutching the strap of her thin cotton dress. Pretending to capture pictures of Stevie, Storm took the photos necessary for the job and a couple extra for himself. So he sounded horny and a bit possessive? By the time he confessed, he wanted her for more than work partners.

A fresh burst of desire flushed his body. His cock throbbed to the point of pain. He nodded when he finished his handiwork and tugged her close once more. “Let’s get one of us together.” She snuggled against him and pouted for the camera. At the last minute, she turned and planted a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You want to play dirty?” Storm met her surprised grin.

Stevie crooked a brow. Her eyes flickered with the pulsing light display from the ceiling and a bit of mischief. “Maybe I do.”

He shoved the electric device into his back pocket and captured her lips. They couldn’t get home fast enough.

What a sweet torment.

Sooo....Now What?

If you've read the buzz going around, you might know about the issue with photos. I'm going to state here and now, I messed up. Yes. I've been posting photos for Suit Up Sunday and Tasty Tuesday because I thought getting them from Google was okay. It's not. Because of that, Tasty Tuesday and Suit Up Sunday will cease to exist. Stinks because those were fun to post. Fun, but I also look at it this way, stealing photos - which by the letter of the law it was - is like stealing my books. Okay, I'm not stealing my books, but pirates are. I don't want people asking me for books 'to review' only to have them send them to pirate sites because they didn't like it, didn't want it, thought it should be passed along. That's not fair. That's the money I use to buy food for my family being taken away so someone can get a free book.

Works the same way for the photographers. I'm using photos I don't have the right to use. Doesn't make it right. Doesn't make it easy to kill those posts. I mean, who doesn't like a good hot guy pic? The photographer who is having their work thieved. So I'm sorry to have to do this. Tasty Tuesday is out until further notice. Suit Up Sunday will have to wait for another gala. The party is over.

I'll still have the other usual posts, but probably with a few less photos - unless I own them or bought them. Thanks for your understanding and please continue to follow the blog and all I do. I appreciate your support.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Blisse Kiss Under the Mistletoe ~ Someone Like You

It's time for the Sunday Snog, but its a special one. A Blissemas in July Sunday Snog!! Woo hoo! And make sure you comment. Every comment gets you in the hat for that $50 gift voucher to AllRomance Ebooks! So now let's get on with that snog!

Someone Like You
Number of pages 61
Genre Contemporary
Book Length Novella
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
Sexometer 2
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by Lyn Taylor
ISBN# 978-0-85715-867-3
She’s the one he wants, he just doesn’t know it yet.

Arran Mayes-Confirmed bachelor. Loves a good bottle of wine, hearty conversation and men. Determined to open his own pizzeria, he’s not looking for love or a woman.

Then he sees her. Can a tomcat playboy settle down in the arms of a good woman?

Mindy Dawson-She’s not interested in relationships or dating after having been through the wringer more times than she can count. Attending college is for a BA...not an "MRS" degree.

Until she sees him. Is she woman enough to tame Arran’s ways? Or will their love affair burn out before it gets started?

Reader Advisory: This story contains lovers who didn’t know they connected, finding their mutual satisfaction with anal sex and a few toys for fun.

Available here, here, here and here!

And now for that Snog!!

“I want to kiss you.” There. He’d blurted out his intentions. When the fuck had things become so complicated? Men weren’t so hard to deal with.

“Um…so do it?”

Women couldn’t seem to make up their minds. Neither could he. “Min—”

Instead of giving him time to talk himself out of what he wanted, Mindy went for it and kissed him first. Soft lips connected with his. Her breasts crushed against his chest. She stroked wide circles around his shoulders and back. Arran groaned. Damn. If he thought kissing boys was fun, kissing girls—this girl to be exact—ranked right up there with perfect.

His jeans constricted around his hips and holy hell, he had a stiffy. Fuck, yeah. Heat flowed through his veins as she tangled her tongue with his. She tasted sweet, like mint and something else. Dew? Rain? Could one taste rain? If it was possible, then Mindy tasted like spring rain.

Mindy ground her hips into the V of his thighs. Whoa. A new rush of heat and tingles shot to his cock. They had to stop—had to slow down at least or he’d come in his jeans. He wanted more than a quick fuck or petting session in the hallway. Arran broke the kiss first, cupping her face in both his hands.


Her breath skittered over his cheeks. Her eyes were dilated to just a thin ring of green surrounding the black. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in a honey-coloured curtain. God, she looked gorgeous, flushed and a little mussed.

“I need to tell you something.”

Friday, July 20, 2012

Blissemas in July

It's my turn for Blissmas and I'm thrilled. I love this bit of cool in the midst of some serious heat. We've not had rain in quite a few days so anything cool and Christimasy is right up my alley.

For my part of the festivities, I thought I'd highlight some of my favorite Christmas tunes. Okay, I'll give. There are two versions of the same song, but start sexy and end sexy is my motto!!

Gary Allan is on my all time favorite sexy singers list. Why? Partly because of this song. Yes. He's got that pleading sound in his voice that just begs for me to hug him and come home. Yanno?

I'm a sucker for emotional songs. This one, Believe sung by Josh Groban, is particularly special because it reminds me of all the times I watched Polar Express with my small person. It also painfully reminds me that the small person won't be small forever. Sniffle.

Okay, enough with the super emo stuff...

Andy Williams will always be one of my traditional favorites. I talk with a friend of mine often about how he was sexy in his prime. I love his version of O Holy Night. Even if you're not in to religious songs, this one is guaranteed to give chills.

And now for a little fun! Little Saint Nick by the Beach Boys has always been a favorite. I thought it was originally recorded by the Muppets (I'm only 33) so I was rather excited to find out it was done by the Beach Boys!

I'll end with the same song I started with, but only because you can't have Christmas and a sad song without Jon Bon Jovi singing this Eagles classic. He brought the sexy back.

And for a special treat for you, here's a snippet from my upcoming release, Sunshine of Your Love:
It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too? The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

Available for preorder here!

“I’m a virgin,” she whispered. Cindy closed her legs and sat up. “Surprised?” She dipped her head, letting her hair fall in front of her face. “Sorry. Yes, I’m on the pill, but I’m still a virgin.”

Holy hell, it was a surprise, but he welcomed the new information with open arms. She wanted him to be her first. Fuck, yes. Noel unfastened his belt and jeans.

She covered her breasts and brought her knees together. “You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be upset?” Noel knelt in front of her. “I’m honoured. I can’t say it won’t hurt, but I am damned proud to be your first.” He tapped her thigh. “You don’t have to be sorry. I want to make you feel good.”

Noel spread her legs and kissed the inside of her knee. Cindy kept her attention on him as she eased down on to her elbows. Her lips parted.

“Beautiful.” Noel trailed his fingers up and down her skin, stopping short of touching her pussy. The scent of her flowery perfume lingered on her skin. Cream glistened on her labia. Using the tip of his tongue, he licked long strokes over the slick skin.

“Oh, my!” Her hands fluttered and her bracelet jingled on her wrist.

Noel dragged his lips over her clit and eased her all the way down on the bed. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his head. “Touch me, Sunshine.”

She peeked at him. More liquid heat covered her pussy. Her nipples beaded. Cindy writhed in time with his licks and rewarded him with soft moans. Noel hummed against her clit. “This might hurt.”

When she nodded, he eased one finger into her sweet channel. Her pussy walls clamped down on him. Oh, hell. The tight fit was heaven.

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Thursday, July 19, 2012

Not Your Momma's Classics

So by now you've probably heard the hub-bub about the new Clandestine Classics from Total-E-Bound. You haven't? Well, let me tell you about them.

The Clandestine Classics are interpretations of the original classics. Total-E-Bound figured why not add the sex created by the sexual tension in the classic stories?

In my case, it's The Phantom of the Opera written by Gaston Leroux, first and foremost, and sex added by me. Yep. I let the Raoul and Christine get hinky. The Phantom gets his chance and even ole Carlotta has a boy toy (what diva doesn't?)

Now if you're like a lot of people, you're probably wondering why. Why did we 'desecrate' the classics? In all actuality, we didn't. Yes, okay, so Raoul and Christine 'get down and make love'. Tell me you didn't see it coming? Tell me a teeny part of you didn't wish they did and you could see it? Tell me you didn't want to see Gerard Butler in his Phantom get-up get up and down with Emmy Rossum? I know I did.

The truth is the story is the same. Yes. I didn't take anything out. Nope. I took seriously great pains to make sure it all stayed the same. I wrote as well as I could in the author's voice and worked like a dog to make sure the sex scenes didn't appear dumped in.

My addition to the group won't be out for another couple months, but don't hesitate to pick up the ones coming out July 30th.

How isn't this mommy porn, you might ask?

First off, I detest the term 'mommy porn'. Whatever you chose to read on your ereader/kindle/nook/etc or even in paperback, is your choice. Those who read horror aren't labeled as freaks. So why label a woman (or man) who wants a little spice in their book? I wouldn't. But yes, these stories have heat. In many cases there is a little BDSM for fun. Each story is written with care for the author. I highly doubt Gaston Leroux is rolling over in his grave over it. Maybe he wanted them to get hinky in the first place, but society wouldn't allow him to publish a work that way. You never know.

Another thing that's been kicked around is that the authors are changing the stories. I start first by mentioning, just because Disney made a movie about it, doesn't mean that's how the actual story went. Second, Claire Danes played Juliet, so does that mean the ONLY way we can see Juliet is as that actress? I think not. That's what the imagination is for. IMAGINING!!! And yay for that!! In my imagination Sleeping Beauty isn't blonde and she's not got a perfect figure. Ha! What about you? What do you think?

So click the banner or Clandestine Classics to get a taste for what we've done. Might not be your cuppa tea, but then again, it might open a whole new world for you. You never know.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Rhythm of My Heart with Kemberlee Shortland

I want to thank Kemberlee Shortland for stopping by today. She's a fantastic author and a good friend and I'm happy to have her guesting. You will want to comment at the end. Why? Kemberlee will be giving away a copy of both A Piece of My Heart and the short story sequel, Constant Craving. How cool is that?

Take it away Kemberlee!!

Hi Wendi. Thanks for having me here today. And thanks for asking what inspired me to write Rhythm of My Heart.

Where do I begin? So many things inspired this story. I think the biggest reason was I received several emails from readers saying how much they enjoyed the intimate scenes in my stories and asking if I wrote erotica, and if I did, where could they find them. At the time*, the answer was no. But their questions were always in the back of my head. One day I thought, “Why don’t I try writing erotica?” The story was meant to be short, maybe novelette or short novella. I came up with what I thought was an interesting scenario . . . a musician and a groupie (I loooove music) . . . and started working on a storyline that would allow my characters to have lots of sex.

Let me back up here and say I don’t like writing sex just for the sake of it. In my stories, sex has to mean something. The sex will be hot-t-t-t-t, but it won’t be gratuitous. That in itself may be the downfall of this particular erotica!

You see, the more I learned about my musician, Kieran Vaughan, the more I wanted to know. Same for Eilis Kennedy, who quickly became a talent scout rather than a groupie. Kieran wasn’t a popular musician. In fact, he was totally unknown and playing blues guitar in a seedy little pub. Eilis hears about him from one of her assistants and goes to hear Kieran play. She returns the next day to talk to him about a career. She believes he could be the next Garth Brooks. Suddenly, I wanted to know why Kieran was playing in such a seedy little dive if he’s so good. Turns out, he had a dishonest business partner who robbed Kieran into financial exhaustion and he’s doing what he can to pay the debts.

And I wanted to know more about Eilis. She wasn’t always a talent scout. She gave up a singing career so that other women could get their music heard and not have to suffer ‘casting couch syndrome’ . . . that ‘I’ll listen to your play your flute but first you have to play mine’ . . . if you know what I mean.

But life at Eireann Records isn’t all roses. Eilis became an important fixture at ER but she still answered to her own boss, Fergus Manley, who thinks he’s a lady’s man. Fergus wants Eilis. Badly. And he’ll do whatever he has to in order to thaw the Ice Queen, as he’s nicknamed Eilis. She’s the only one to say ‘no’ to Fergus, which only makes him want her more. Sounds dangerous, doesn’t he?

After a couple chapters, I looked back and went, ‘Whoa, Nellie! What happened to the sex? I thought Kieran and Eilis would get it on in the backroom after that foot-in-mouth comment she made when they were introduced! And what’s with this Ice Queen thing?’

What happened to the sex was the story got in the way! My characters started talking to me, peppering me with tidbits about their lives, their ups and downs, their desires and dreams. I couldn’t ignore them anymore than I could ignore warm chocolate cake with cold ice cream put in front of me. So I grabbed a fork and dug in.

Don’t get me wrong. There is sex in Rhythm of My Heart. Hot. Emotional. Mind-blowing. S-E-X! Emphasis on the emotional. Like I said, sex has to mean something to me, even in erotica. This story isn’t erotica, but those intimate scenes are still pretty great, if I do say so myself. To me, the best sex starts in the mind and moves through the heart as it makes its way south. By the time Kieran and Eilis discover intimacy with each other, readers will understand why I made my couple hold off. Sex is the ultimate reward, which is why I tend to write it toward the end of my stories. I still spread mind-blowing kisses around the story like confetti, though.

As for other inspirations, since moving to Ireland, most of my stories tend to be set here. I believe Ireland still vastly untapped for great romance and erotica stories. There is so much history and romance in Ireland that it would take a thousand lifetimes to scratch the surface.

And as I said, I love music. All kinds. Some of today’s top musicians have come out of Ireland. So there are three inspirations right there . . . trying to write erotica, wanting to tell a good story, and music. A pretty good combo, I think! I hope readers think so too.

Thanks again for asking me here, Wendi. It’s been fun.

*For anyone interested, I do write erotica now, but as Scarlett Valentine.

And if you want the blurb for Rhythm of My Heart, here you go!:

Artist Representative, Eilis Kennedy, gave up a singing career so that other women could have a fair chance at having their music heard. Having suffered rejection from callous men in the industry, she thought she would get away from ‘casting couch’ mentality. But when she finds herself in the office of Fergus Manley, all bets are off. Disgusted by his continual come-ons and lewd invitations, Eilis is looking for ‘the one’ who will take her career to the next level, getting out from under Fergus’s controlling thumb.

Aspiring blues guitarist, Kieran Vaughan, is looking for his big break. But after suffering near bankruptcy at the hands of an unscrupulous business partner, Kieran is left picking up the pieces. He’s unsure if the debts will ever be paid or if he’ll ever have a chance to do something with his music. At his whit’s end, he’s about ready to throw in the towel and find a full-time job with real hours.

When Eilis discovers Kieran playing in a seedy pub in Dublin’s Northside, she knows he’s the one rare talent she’s been searching for. With her know-how and his talent, Eilis will finally get everything she’s been waiting for. Neither of them count on the powerful attraction from first meeting. Eilis is so rocked by Keiran’s forthright words that it sends her running. Kieran risks being arrested as he chases Eilis across Ireland.

Seeing what’s happening between Eilis and Kieran, anger wells inside Fergus and he steps up his pursuit of Eilis. Refusing to let Kieran get in his way, Fergus vows to add Eilis’s notch to his bedpost, whatever it takes.

Will Kieran be able to protect her?

And now for an excerpt, because you know you want it!

Long ago, Eilis had vowed never to set foot in the Northside again. But if it took this one last visit to get what she needed, it would be worth it.

The taxi pulled around the corner and the now familiar entrance to The Little Man Pub came into view. Nicotine-stained curtains were pulled across windows, reflecting the unkempt street. The fa├žade’s red and black paint was weather-faded to pink and gray. The ‘M’ on the sign hung askew and swung in the breeze, and the ‘P’ was missing altogether. Had she not been here last night she would think the place was shut.

She pulled some money from her purse to hand to the driver. “I’ll wait fer ye, luv,” he said, waving her money away. “Taxis can be hard to come by ‘round here.”

Eilis was suitably taken aback. “Thank you. I won’t be a moment.”

She swallowed hard, then entered the pub.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark room. The few men sitting around the bar turned their gazes in her direction. Understandably. A well-groomed businesswoman in the pub was surely a novelty. These men were long since retired, or long since employed.

Their stubbled faces meant they hadn’t shaved in several days, or possibly weeks. The dim light hid the worst of their unkempt appearances, but nothing could disguise their unwashed clothes. A pong in the room wafted into her nostrils, causing her stomach to lurch again.

Shoulders back, she strode to the bar.

The same man from last night stood behind the counter. He was short and pudgy with missing front teeth. His disheveled appearance made him look like his patrons. Had he not been behind the counter she wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.

His striped brown and white shirt had frayed cuffs and was open to mid-chest, showing a sweat-stained t-shirt underneath. His brown trousers had seen much better days and were held together not with a button or belt, but with a bit of twine looping between his belt loops, his round belly spilling over. The only thing holding up the trousers was his equally round bum. It seemed to push the waistband up in the back as his belly pushed it down in the front. The sight would have been funny if her stomach hadn’t been flip-flopping.

Her voice cracked when she first spoke, but it picked up strength in her determination to make something of this horrid trek. “A-are you the proprietor?” A broad gap-toothed grin creased the man’s face and, loud enough for his patrons to hear, he said, “I’ll be who ever ye want me to be, luv.”

His friends burst into laughter. Eilis felt the flush rise in her cheeks. Not because she was embarrassed, but from frustration. She just wanted to get this meeting over with and she wasn’t in the mood to spar.

She stood her ground. “I’m looking for the man who played guitar here last night. Kieran Vaughan. We have business. Will you please tell me where I can find him?” She looked the man in the eye, much as she could, considering she stood a good half-foot taller than him, even without her heels.

“No, miss, I doubt you have any business with himself. ‘Speshly a fine lass such as yerself. Now, if ye were to come home with a real man like meself, well . . .” He left the rest unsaid, the insinuation hanging in the air.

Her gaze never wavered as she stared the little man in the eye.

“Sir,” she smiled sweetly, honey dripping from her words. She leaned over the bar just enough to give him a glimpse of the swell of her breast through the opening of her blouse. “I doubt you have anything I would be interested in. Besides, you don’t really want me to find out why this place is called The Little Man, do you?”

This earned the publican long oohs and sniggers from the patrons, who were now on the edges of their seats waiting to hear the disagreeable little man's response.

Obviously taken aback by such a brazen retort, the man stood gaping red-faced at her for a moment before he got his wits about him. He winked at the men around the bar. “Oy does like me birds feisty!” That only encouraged more laughter.

Eilis could have enjoyed the banter if only the man wasn’t so repulsive. All she wanted to do was meet Kieran Vaughan and get out of Finglas as quickly as possible.

When the laughing stopped, Eilis’s gaze never wavered as she said, “Well?”

“Well what, loov?” he asked, wiping the tears from his eyes with a dirty bar towel.

“Are you going to tell me where to find Kieran Vaughan?” He was trying her patience, but she did her best to keep the frustration out of her voice.

Then she sensed someone step up behind her and straightened instantly. Somehow she knew it was Kieran. The feral scent of him permeated her senses and quickened her pulse. Butterflies replaced the strange ache in her stomach that had been there just moments before.

She turned slowly and looked up at the most handsome man she’d ever seen in her life. She found herself instantly speechless.

She'd seen him on stage the night before and knew he was handsome. But this close up . . . Never before had she seen such blue eyes. And as she gazed into them, they changed from the light steel blue to the color of storm clouds heavily ringed with gunmetal. That he had dark brows and thick lashes only made his gaze seem more intense.

“Ye’ve found him, loov,” said the little man, taunting her. “Now what are ye goin’ ta do with him?”

The hammering of her heart and the pulsing blood in her temples blocked out the noise in the room as she looked into Kieran Vaughan’s eyes. To her dismay, her knees actually quivered.

Something in the pit of her belly ached. No, something else. It was like warm melting honey running through her marrow. In that moment she longed to touch him, to brush the unruly wave of his dark hair away from his face, to feel his lips against the pads of her fingers, to . . .

When he spoke she almost didn’t hear him.

“Like the man said, now that you’ve found me, what are you going to do with me?” His eyes sparkled with unabashed mischief.

“Anything you want me to,” she heard herself whisper.

And now for a bio, so you can hunt her down!

Kemberlee Shortland was born and raised in Northern California in an area known as America's Salad Bowl. It was home to many authors, including John Steinbeck, and for a while Jack London and Robert Louis Stevenson. In 1997, Kemberlee had the opportunity to live in Ireland for six months where she ended up meeting a man who convinced her to stay. Kemberlee is now celebrating her fifteenth year in Ireland and has been lucky to travel the country extensively, picking up a cupla focal along the way—a few Irish words.

Kemberlee has been writing since a very young age and over the years, she has published many travel articles and book reviews, as well as worked some notable authors who’ve set their books in Ireland. 2006 saw the publication of Kemberlee’s first two short stories—Tutti-Frutti Blues and Dude Looks Like a Lady—both part of a themed anthology, the stories of which were based on unbelievable yet real laws from around the world. Kemberlee chose two crazy laws from her hometown of Carmel-by-the-Sea, California—the ban on eating ice cream on the town’s streets and the requiring of a permit to wear high heels. While the ice cream ban was lifted when Clint Eastwood became town mayor, the heels permit is still on the books, though not enforced.

Kemberlee has published a number of short stories since 2006, and in 2010 her first full-length novel was published, the award-winning A Piece of My Heart, part of the Irish Pride series.

Now Kemberlee invites readers to check out Rhythm of My Heart, another book in the Irish Pride series.

Bookmark Kemberlee’s website for information on the release of the next book in the Irish Pride series, Shape of My Heart, coming in the winter 2012.

BUY LINK for Rhythm of My Heart

Find Kemberlee at —




As Scarlett Valentine — http://www.scarlett-valentine.com

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And the winner of the pdf of Ever Fallen In Love and the $5 gift card to Amazon is...  

 ~ Carin ~ 

 :::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.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Sara Brookes' Chasing Sin

I'd like to welcome Sara Brookes here today with her book, Chasing Sin. I'm excited because this book looks HAWT. And I'm going to comment. Why? Sara is giving one random commenter a $50 GC. How cool is that? But you're not here to listen to me. You're here to see the interview. But before I forget, follow the tour here or click the button. Now for that interview! What was your favorite scene to write in Chasing Sin?

The opening chapter of the book. Writing a tornado chase was way more intense than I thought it would be when I first started out with the concept of this story.

What was the inspiration behind Chasing Sin?

I happened to be watching Storm Chasers on the Discovery Channel one night and came up with the general idea of writing a story about chasers. My research really started then, watching more episodes, going to the library for meteorological research and so on.

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

Everyone who knows me, knows they’re fair game for getting asked questions—no matter how far out there they seem. I’ve asked about riding a motorcycle, to military protocols, to BDSM power exchanges. You name it, I’ve probably asked it.

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

The road to becoming published in the first place is probably the most frustrating. Mostly because it’s uncharted territory, especially if you have to go it alone (such as I did). I didn’t have anyone already published to talk about the rejection, the feeling as if you’re never going to break through. The most rewarding has to be hearing from readers who love a story I’ve had published. Ever character I write means something to mean, so I love hearing when someone connects with them.

What accent inspires you to do naughty things?

Oh, the Irish brogue. I love to hear the melody of it. Australian is close behind. My very good friend, and fellow author, Liia Ann White, flew in from Australian this past April and I threatened to make her read the phone book just to listen. LOL

Name something readers would be surprised to learn about you?

I taught myself how to write code for websites back in 1997. I was a stay-at-home mom at the time and needed something to break up the Blue’s Clues and Teletubbies.

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

What’s your favorite scene, in any of my books, to read?

What’s your writing process like?

A mish mash of a lot of things. There is no one clear way for me to write and if one way works, then suddenly doesn’t, I have to adjust. That wasn’t the easiest lesson to learn, but one I value now that I have.

What can readers expect next from you?

I’ve got a sci-fi/futuristic erotic romance novella coming from Decadent Publishing called Lethal Beauty. Its part of their Elatia line and it’ll be out toward the end of July.

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

The best thing has to be getting to tell stories about characters that mean something to me. I always say that I love to torture my characters, and I do—but it’s always in the name of story. *g* The worst isn’t something I’d necessarily call the worst, but when I get consumed by a story, it can be exhausting and very consuming. I’ve had times where I have to remind myself to even use the bathroom because I’m so focused on a book.

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

Usually writer’s block is when you’re stuck on a story. I found a good way to overcome this is to put away what I’m stuck on and work on something else. And if I get stuck on that, put it away and work on something else or go back to the first story. I try to never get tired of what I’m working on, which is sometimes hard when you have to read a story over and over.

What fuels you as an author to continue to write?

I have more stories to tell, more characters to create in order to tell those stories. I’ve written stories since I was young, so writing is something that just comes as second nature to me.

Can you tell us a bit about what book(s) you have coming out next and what you’re working on now? Lethal Beauty is due up next and is something a little different for me. Only in regards to the connection to the characters. It’s something neither one has any control over and as both characters are very strong, very independent people—well, you can imagine what kind of tension that causes. I also just turned in a story to my editor, something really sexy and fun but it’s way too early in the process to say more.

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

Anything I can usually get my hands on. For an example, sitting on my desk waiting for me to read right now are Ann Aguirre’s Aftermath, Joey W Hill’s Vampire Instinct and also Bound to the Vampire Queen, Erica Hayes’ Shadowglass and Lora Leigh & Jaci Burton’s Nauti and Wild. And those are only the ones I grabbed recently. My TBD pile is HUGE.

What bores you as a reader?

Not much, to be honest. I have pretty far reaching tastes when it comes to books. I started reading Stephen King’s books when I was 15. From a few pages to over a thousand, I’ll read it.

What is your favorite feature on a person?

I have a thing for arms.

What is your favorite time of day?

Early morning. I’m the only one in my family who is an early riser. So I love those few hours of quiet I get with just me and my coffee.

What music gets you dancing?

Anything that can make me dance in my chair. Since I spent a lot of time in front of a computer (both for work and writing) anything that can get my butt moving is good!

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

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

Goonies never say die! Okay, so it’s a corny line from an 80’s movie (and really, who doesn’t love the Goonies?) but it’s a great way to remember to be persistent. Dig in your heels, keep writing, keep submitting. The only way you’re going to fail is if you give up.

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

I’ve said it before, but I’d really like to take a shot at cyberpunk. There’s just something about the melding of the computer world and the real world that I’d like to explore.

Where can we find out more about you and your work?

My website is a great source of information that’s extremely up to date. I do the updating myself so whenever I know a release date, have new cover art or anything else, that information will be on my site pretty quickly.

And finally, have you got a sneak peek excerpt from your current work in progress you can share with my readers and me? The hotter the better!

How about something I’m just putting the final touches on to get to one of my publishers? This couple is rediscovering each other after a prolonged absence and they’re trying to find their footing again with the D/s power exchange they once had:

“On your knees.”

She dropped without thinking. The synthetic wood floor was cold against her knees and the discomfort of the position felt like coming home. Her gaze focused on an arbitrary point between his shoes and she released a slow breath as everything inside her went silent. The wait for him to speak again was sheer torture. A torture she would gladly endure.

“Did you take another Master after I left?”

The demand in his voice sent a thrill sparking through her and she answered him truthfully. “No, Sir.”

“So you’ve let no one master you in ten years?”

“No, Sir.” She’d thrown herself into her career to forget about Roland and how he made her feel. How he made her ache for everything he gave her—and more. The idea of another master holding command over her hadn’t even entered into her mind. She hadn’t wanted anyone else to put her on her knees like this.

Only Roland.

He gave an exasperated sigh and fabric shifted when he lowered himself to crouch in front of her. His knuckle grazed over her cheek in a gentle caress. “I’m disappointed, pet. I instructed you to move on and find someone else.”

There is no one else, you bastard.

She bit her lip to prevent the answer from spilling forth and remained silent. For one moment, she wanted to simply relish the sensations he pulled from her because they’d vanished the second he’d lifted off planet. She needed to thrive again and knew he would give it to her. “However, your loyalty is commendable and should be rewarded.” His fingers fit under her jaw and lifted her chin. Their gazes met for the first time and she noticed the hurt in his eyes. Leaving hadn’t come without a cost. His leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, teasing and tasting. She opened for him, feeling his tongue slide unhurriedly into her mouth. The kiss was slow and drew out the arousal spinning in her core. Sweat beaded on her flushed skin. She wanted more, and found it increasingly harder to keep a firm handle on reality. It was too easy to give into him, give into the roles they’d slipped into in the blink of an eye.

He continued to kiss her as his finger dragged over the gentle swell of her breasts and dipped under the hem of her camisole. The hard ridge of his fingernail scraped over the tender nub of her nipple and she groaned against his mouth.

Heat flooded the space between her legs and she felt herself grow even damper as each second passed. He shifted, driving his tongue into her mouth as his other hand clenched hard against her nape to hold her in place.

Power poured from him, flowing into her to give her an anchor she hadn’t known was missing until this very moment. Here, on her knees for him, she was whole and complete again.

And here's a little more info on the book. Because YOU Want it!

Every spring, Kate risks her life chasing violent storms. Tired of watching her take unnecessary chances, two of her closest friends offer a different thrill. Devoted lovers Snyder and Tripp don’t just share a passion for nature’s fury; they long to have the fearless woman between them.

Though she is reluctant, she also knows the proposition is too irresistible to refuse. Her acceptance leads to an explosive night of no-holes-barred sex for the threesome. However, when morning dawns, she realizes this type of unusual relationship isn’t one she belongs in.

Despite her best efforts to keep the men at arm’s length, Kate finds herself facing down the storm of the century with them at her side. With Mother Nature intruding, the trio discovers shelter in each other’s arms. With the hurricane raging outside and passion raging inside, everything is at stake.

Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.

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