Friday, November 30, 2012

Five Sentence Friday!


tradigi / 123RF Stock Photo

The idea behind Five Sentence Friday is to give the reader a taste of the author's work. This is my latest work in progress and a favorite. Oh, what am I kidding? They are all favorites. Enjoy!!!

“I told you not to huff the art materials.”
“Shut up. I had to deal with Dennis.”
“Ignore him. His tightie whities are two sizes too small.”
“You do realize he’s my brother-in-law.”
“I’m sorry for your family’s luck.”
“Cute.”

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Football Quote of the Week


Courtesy of: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ADave_Zastudil_large.jpg

I have four this week. Gotta love when the announcers get creative. I hope you enjoy these as much as I do.

"A Lot of tight ends on display..."

Yes, yes there are.

"Short shaft position and piston it in..."

Well, if there's a short shaft, then pistoning sounds like the best option.

"Tight end released inside..."

Bet that got messy.

"Sack fumbles..."

I never know those things fell off. Guess I was wrong. Or could it be that someone got clumsy? Hmm...

Tune in next week for more or click the football quote of the week tag for past posts. Enjoy!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!



The goal is to finish this story by the end of the year. I promise. It's the goal! Read on and enjoy!

“Case, I’m telling you...” Instead of Graig, Adam Pallas took up the door way. “Adam. I’m sorry.”

“You look like someone took away your birthday.” Adam stalked towards her in three strides. “Case got under your skin?”

“I was just thinking,” she lied.

“I’ve got it.” His whole demeanor changed. A sparkle lit his eyes and the same old boyish grin spread across his lips. “You’re finally going on that date I’ve been asking you for since I started here.”

“Adam.”

“And that’s another no.” His shoulders sank, but the glimmer in his eye didn’t. “Three years. You’ve got a streak going.” He winked. “See you in the cafeteria.”

Monday, November 26, 2012

Fantastic Review For One More Night

Got a fantastic review for One More Night and I can't wait to share it with you!



"This story was such a sincere and understanding reality of how our insecurities from the past can be worked out when there is communication in a relationship. Whether it is about personal issues with your family up bringing baggage or your sexual appetites, there is nothing that love can’t fix especially when love connects you with your soul mate – after all, love does conquer all.

Jenna and Drake's erotic passion burns the pages up, the erotic foreplay, spankings, one on one love making and anal action had me spellbound. The tenderness and understanding Drake gave Jenna after getting everything out in the open left me craving for more of their on going future. I look forward to reading more of Wendi Zwaduk’s work."

Read the full review here!

Queentutt's World of Escapism

Fear can blind. Will love show the way in the dark? All it takes is one more night...

Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.

When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.

Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Want a copy of your own? Go here!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sunday Snog with Play to Him!



I love writing short stories full of heat. You sort of figured that out by looking at my back list, right? Well, this one is packed with heat. PACKED. I loved writing it and playing with the characters. If you read Savin' Me from the Treble anthology, then you might remember Rhiannon. Well, she gets her time in the spotlight and so much more. Enjoy the snog!

Play to Him

The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.


Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.

Except with the billionaire playboy she can’t get out of her mind.

Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.

She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?

Available for preorder here!

And now for that Snog!

“I’ve missed you, Kitten.”

Emboldened, she sat up. “Are you asking me to play?”

“Not in so many words, but do you have something in mind?” He curled his fingers under her chin. “I don’t have the collar here with me.”

“Don’t need one right now.”

“Oh? And what do you have in mind?” He crooked one brow and a smile lit up his face.

“May I please you, Sir?” She slipped onto the floor between his knees and fixed her gaze on his. “I want to show my appreciation.”

“Go on.”

Rhiannon freed his burgeoning erection from his pants and boxer shorts. With one hand, she massaged his sac. She licked her lips and wrapped her other hand around his cock. Fluid leaked from the tip of his length.

“Hmm,” he groaned and threaded his fingers into her hair. He released her tresses from the clip she used to hold them back. “Taste me, Kitten. Take me in.”

She stared up at him from under her lashes and traced the underside of his dick with her tongue. Sebastian shivered and his grip on her hair tightened. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

Rhiannon took his cock deep in her mouth. She swallowed, caressing the head of his erection with the back of her throat.

“Oh God.” He rocked his hips, taking control of the sex act. Rhiannon grinned around his member and allowed him to do what he pleased. She fondled his balls, kneading them to increase his pleasure.

He drew in a long breath and let it out on a moan. “Jesus.”

Friday, November 23, 2012

Black Friday Hop with One More Night!

I thought for this Black Friday, I'd share a snippet from One More Night with you. Black Friday is always crazy for me, so why not sit back and enjoy? Cool.

One More Night $2.99

A 1Night Stand Story

Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.

When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.

Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Genre: Erotic romance, contemporary, BDSM

Heat level: 4
Word count – 12k

Cover art by Mina Carter

And now for that Excerpt!

“I spend more time here than my apartment. I should let the lease run out and move into the break room next door. I thought about putting in a trailer at the end of the parking lot, but I haven’t gotten around to it. I’m not much for modular housing.” “You don’t care where you live as long as the house is bolted to the ground. Is there a plot of land across the road? You could build a nice home there.”

“True.” He waved her into his office. “What do you think?”

The whole building screamed class—from the ebony-tiled floors to the chic black pin striping on the walls. She let go of his arm and clasped her hands together. Under the formalities of being an office, his space showed his originality. Models of famous aircraft dangled from the the ceiling. Framed images of his aircraft decorated the walls along with a smattering of awards, and an enormous map of the state. But no photos of people.

The cheesy Christmas lights encircling the window snagged her attention. When they’d dated, Drake always had a set of the tiny bulbs. He’d loved the way the lights filled the room with soft color. A sheet covered the desk, creating a fancy table complete with fried chicken and biscuits. Tears misted in her eyes. He’d done the same spread the night he popped the question—the night she ran away.

“You remembered.”

“Thought we’d get to eat dinner this time.” Drake closed the office door then crossed the room to his desk. When he sat down in his office chair, his face lost all color for a moment and his brow creased. “Long day.”

“Do you want to stick with that answer or come up with something new?” “I’ll stay in the holding pattern for a little longer.”

“Sure.” She tossed her shoes onto the carpet. The chicken smelled divine, but she wasn’t in the mood to eat. They had one night and by God, she was going to take all she could get. Answers could come later.

Jenna moved the chicken to the side and grabbed the cord to close the blinds. “Since this is supposed to be a one-night stand, why don’t we try a few things we never got around to doing? We’ve never played airline CEO and the naughty receptionist.”

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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Football Quote of the Week


Courtesy of: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ADave_Zastudil_large.jpg

This one is a favorite...probably because it sounds so bad.

"...He didn't have much room there to shuck it in, but he made it work and work well..."

Good thing.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday



Mindy, Arran and Sav haven't left me alone. Instead they give me bits and pieces of their story. It's a mess, but here's a bit they've let me in on. Enjoy!

"Mindy, wait." Garrison trotted to where she stood. "Don't do this."

"Do what?" She stepped backwards to move out of his reach.

"Don't build a wall between us. You're the closest thing I have to a best friend." He touched her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her skin. "I'd be lost without you."

"I'm married to two wonderful men." Instead of the warm, fuzzy feelings she got when Arran or Sav touched her, her stomach churned. She batted Garrison's hand away. "You knew that when we started working together. This--whatever you think it is, can't happen."

"Maybe that's why I'm devastated." The muscles in his jaw worked overtime. "I know what they have and can't seem to hold on to. I know and I'm the one on the outside looking in. Breaks my heart."

Bile rose in her throat. She'd gotten too close to him. Regardless of how Sav and Arran treated her, she took things too far and allowed Garrison to see the bitter part of her life. Well, shit.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Book Blast with Prioving Santa Exists!



When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.

Amazon.co.uk
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

Amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

And this link on my website covers both links and has a blurb/excerpt for people too:
http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/blissemas-tales-proving-santa-exists


And now for a hot excerpt!

"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background.

"It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. "Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."

I tut and shake my head.

"The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it."

"How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?"

"Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."

“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist."

"You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide.

"Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."

Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.

I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.

His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.

Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he's on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I've only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper.

I can't believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn't move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He's hard and hot and very willing.

And now a little about the author, Victoria Blisse!


Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Sunday Snog ~ Somewhere I Belong!



This week for the Snog I thought I'd get one out of the vault...Somewhere I Belong! Love this story and yes, I am working through a sequel. Grin. Enjoy!

He never knew what he was missing until he came home to find his place to belong—with her.


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.

Available now from Liquid Silver Books!

And now for that kiss!

“Why’d you go all cave man on me?” She cocked her hip and thrust out her chin. “You already had my attention.”

He wound his fingers through her hair, drawing her close. God, she felt so right. Why didn’t he see the connection before? Or rather, why didn’t he make the connection before? “Marley, being in New York didn’t soothe my soul.”

“I see. It’s not making me change my mind about men, but I see.”

Think, Sul, think. “I’m more afraid of the things I can’t control. You make me so crazy. My thoughts jumble and asshole things come out of my mouth.”

“I’m not looking for love.” Marley shoved her hands into her back pockets. Her breasts arched towards him. “I’m running away at a full sprint.”

“That’s when love finds you, when you aren’t ready.” He traced the neckline of her T-shirt. Sully cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the beaded tip.

She slapped her hand through the air and backed away. “Save the syrupy stuff for one of your power ballads. I’m sitting this one out.”

“I’ll put in all the schmaltz I can, if the song’s written for you.” He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged her flush against his body. Her mewl turned him inside out.

She stared at his shirt a moment before gazing into his eyes. “Hey, I’m not perfect or beautiful, and I speak my mind, I’m not the kind of woman—”

Sully gave into temptation and dipped down to taste her, silencing further explanation. Marley whimpered, thumping her fists against his chest. After a moment of hesitation, she opened to him, twining their tongues. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her, learning her curves.

“You need time, but you make it hard for me to behave.” He broke the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair. “I want you.”

“Sully, this—us—can’t happen.” She panted and fisted his shirt. Her cheeks glowed a pinkish hue. “I won’t let it.”

He willed his breathing to slow to normal. She churned him up in too many delicious ways to count, and he wasn’t about to let her get away so quickly. “I’m not the same man I was when I left. Please don’t push me away like I pushed you.”

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday!


romangorielov / 123RF Stock Photo

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.
Once a driver, always a driver...
Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again. Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.
Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.
 Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?
Contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Football Quote of the Week


Courtesy of: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ADave_Zastudil_large.jpg

So I've been watching the season so far and I wonder... do the announcers actually listen to themselves after the game? Or does anyone bother to correct them over the commercial break? These two quotes might make you wonder the same thing.


"...tight down there, but Vick stuck it in..."

Well, I hope they had a good time. Or used Lube.

"...he's got strong lower body parts..."

Um...okay? That's good? Which lower body parts are you referring to? Just wondered...that and how you knew....

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

WIP Wednesday on Thursday


trebuchet / 123RF Stock Photo


It's WIP day and yes, I'm a day late. It happens. Some of you know I write as Megan Slayer as well as writing as Wendi Zwaduk. Why? Because there are things that Megan can write and get away with that Wendi can't. Is that bad? Nope. I realize there are readers of Wendi who don't want the elements I have in my Megan work and that's cool. I don't mind. But Megan's been getting a lot more attention lately. It's not a bad thing, just the juggle of writing two names.

So what have I been up to under the Wendi brand? I'm still plotting out Arran/Sav/Mindy's story. It's complicated and I really need to sit down to plot it out correctly. There's a lot of "him" going on in this one.

Anything else? Yes. Although she's not talking really loud, Summer, from Please Remember Me has been chatting with me. She and Andrew Speedle had a thing and would like to sort the thing out or go their separate ways. So... I'm listening.

I used to think I was a powerhouse writer. Give me a short deadline and I'll knock that sucker out. These two stories are proving to me that the powerhouse isn't going full tilt. That's not a bad thing. :-) So enjoy and happy reading while I'm happily writing for you.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Untitled~



This is from a currently un-named work that's been floating around. I'm not cool with the idea of people running away from spouses, but these two just stuck around. Who knows...might turn into something some day. Enjoy!

“I used to think about the nights we shared together before I found out that you didn’t love me anymore. I’d reminisce on the nights we spent down by the creek. I’d picture you standing in the creek, naked and begging for me to join you,” she said and closed her eyes.

A smile drifted onto her lips. “He had no idea I was thinking about you. He thought I was fantasizing about him.” She sighed lightly and asked,” Why? Did you think about me?”

“It was hard not to,” Sam admitted. “I had no idea what love was until I left. I tried to picture her, but you kept returning to my brain like a dream.”

Monday, November 12, 2012

The Birthday Bash Continues!



It's a Birthday Bash and the presents are for you. Yep. You can go over to Mikela Chase's blog to read about my favorite birthday memory. Comment there for a chance to win prizes. But then make sure you comment here, first. Why? There's prizes up for grabs here, too!

What do you have to do? Read the excerpt. Answer the question. Leave you name and email so I can draw a winner. What's up for grabs? A backlist title from me! So let's party and get reading. :-)

Here's the excerpt:


Bracelet? It took her a moment to remember that women on this planet wore bracelets with charms to denote their status.

“I don’t have one.” She replied letting her voice go smooth and slidey. A past lover told her once that, that particular tone sounded like pure hot sex. From the glow in the man’s eyes it looked like it had the same affect on the men on this planet. “You’ll be mine,” he announced.

A squeak escaped from Rhea when the large man lifted her up and wrapped him in his embrace. Heat juggernauted down her spine with the contact of his soft mouth. Her body melted over him like warmed chocolate. Confident that he could hold her, Rhea just went with it. She would have to find a lover anyways. This way a lover found her. Later she would reflect that rational thought wasn’t her strong suit when large calloused hands were sliding up and down her body.

A whisper of air and a hint of disorientation were the only warnings before she was falling. With a soft oomf she tumbled upon a pile of soft velvety cloths. A quick glance proved she was now on an enormous bed. The large stranger loomed above her. His green eyes watched, bracing himself as if he was waiting for a reaction.

“Teleportation, nice trick.” It wouldn’t do much for his ego to let him know she could do that at six-years old. Most men didn’t want to know that she was far more powerful then they were. It was better to let them be in charge. Well at least feel like they were in charge.

Those amazingly expressive eyes widened. A slow smile appeared. She barely had a chance for it to register before that incredible mouth was on hers again.

Yes.

So.

Goood.

The man pumped heat like he was her personal furnace. In a desert that might not be a good thing but in the frigid air-cooled room she pulled him closer with a sigh. She could just gobble him up with a spoon.

Breaking the kiss, Rhea did a little move that a space pirate once showed her, flipping Teven until he was now lying below her.

Rhea gave him a wide grin. “Gotcha.”

He laughed, the movement causing him to rub just right against her. “You had me before.”

“Hmmm.” She shimmied down his body and unfastened his pants. Nothing was better than light-hearted play in the bedroom. She got nervous when things got too tense. Intense lovers got possessive. She didn’t do possessive.

With nimble fingers she undid his fly and started to slide his pants off. It took them a minute of not budging before her brain kicked in.

Boots.

Oops.

The hard muscled creature beneath her started shaking.

“If you are laughing at me I’ll leave you like this,” Rhea threatened as she pulled off his boots.

A look up through her lashes proved he didn’t look concerned. “Then you’d miss an unforgettable night.”

Rhea’s brow wrinkled. “Don’t you mean day?”

It was still midday, wasn’t it?

“Not when I’m done with you.”

Oh. Oh yum.

And now for that question: What does Rhea struggle with? Answer in the comments to enter to win a pdf from my backlist! Don't forget to add your name and email so I can get in touch with you. Thanks for entering and playing along! And so you can keep hopping, here's the link to Mikela Chase's blog. Hop! You know you want to!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Sunday Snog ~ You'll Think of Me



This is a snog from You'll Think of Me. I love this story and since tomorrow is Veteran's Day in the US, I thought it fit. Enjoy!!

The man of her dreams finally came home from the war, but is he still the man she remembers or have his demons changed him forever?


Melanie Roberts loved her best friend more than she could ever imagine, and for longer than she wants to admit. Though once lovers, she's resigned herself to being no more than his best friend and roommate. On the eve of his return from deployment in Iraq, in order to keep her heart from breaking, she decides she's moving on—after one last sexy night.

Cade Nicholson has come to a decision. As he comes home damaged in both body and soul from his latest deployment, all he wants is to find comfort in Melanie's arms. Unsure and unsteady in expressing his love to the only woman to hold his heart, he has to find a way to convince her of his true feelings.

Can two best friends overcome their demons to prove their love for one another before past decisions come back to haunt them and it’s too late?

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal and outdoor sex.

Available here!

And now for that snog!

“I always thought of you.” He tapped his chest, directing her attention to the extra phrase, My Melanie. More tears formed in her eyes and he brushed them away with his kisses. “Melly, you never really left me. I wanted to die in that hospital in Germany, but I needed to live to come home to you. Even if you pushed me away, I decided I wouldn’t take another. You’re in my heart and soul. I’m not me without you, babe. I love you.”

She forced a teary laugh. “You know, I think you’re getting the hang of sappy—and I love it.”

Cade shifted to produce the engagement ring from his jeans pocket. Time to unload another burden.

She gasped. “Cade, that’s your mother’s ring. You… you kept it with you, all this time?”

He offered the delicate piece of jewelry to her. “Life won’t be easy living with me. I’ve got a lot of scars inside and out. I can’t always be the gentle giant you want. Can you accept that?”

“I always did.”

“I dragged this damn ring with me all the way to Afghanistan to remind me that I still loved you. Once we split, I couldn’t begin to fathom offering it to another woman. I wanted you and only you to wear it with pride. Will you take my last name?”

She stuck out her left hand. “Yes, without a doubt, yes!”

Cade slipped the ring onto her finger and scooped her into his arms. “Make my splintered spirit whole.” He placed a chaste kiss on her lips, tasting her. Giving her time to adjust to the change in their relationship, in case she changed her mind at the last minute.

“Huh-uh, big guy.” She fisted her hand in his T-shirt. “I want all of you—right now. Make love to me.”

Cade captured her mouth in a primal kiss, rediscovering every nuance of her. His cock hardened beneath his jeans and pressed against her denim clad pussy. Melanie backed away from him long enough to rip the tank top over her head and toss the cotton garment onto the floor. Her bra soon joined the tank top and her nipples pebbled under his inspection.

Her bold move kicked his desire top a fever pitch. “I won’t be able to last.”

“Perfect. I want this hard and fast.”

Friday, November 9, 2012

The Men and Women of the Military



I thought for the hop today I'd feature an excerpt from my lone military romance, You'll Think of Me. Cade's always been close to my heart because he's not your average romance hero. He's suffering from PTSD and struggling to fit back into the world. I thank all the men and women of the military and am so glad they are doing what they do to keep us all safe. For my giveaway, there's a copy of You'll Think of Me up for grabs. The prize is open to anyone (US and INT) who comments on the post, leaves their name and their email. Add more entries by liking my facebook page, following me on twitter, and signing up for the newsletter. Easy! Now, let's get on with that excerpt.

The man of her dreams finally came home from the war, but is he still the man she remembers or have his demons changed him forever?

Melanie Roberts loved her best friend more than she could ever imagine, and for longer than she wants to admit. Though once lovers, she's resigned herself to being no more than his best friend and roommate. On the eve of his return from deployment in Iraq, in order to keep her heart from breaking, she decides she's moving on—after one last sexy night.

Cade Nicholson has come to a decision. As he comes home damaged in both body and soul from his latest deployment, all he wants is to find comfort in Melanie's arms. Unsure and unsteady in expressing his love to the only woman to hold his heart, he has to find a way to convince her of his true feelings.

Can two best friends overcome their demons to prove their love for one another before past decisions come back to haunt them and it’s too late?

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal and outdoor sex.


Available here!

And now for an excerpt:

“Hi,” he murmured.

She looked up and fisted his shirt in her hands as his arms enfolded her. His dark eyes sparkled as a crooked grin tugged at his lips. What was running through his mind? The heat radiating from his body kicked her senses into hyper drive. The only thought she had was finding satisfaction with Cade.

Liquid desire pooled between her legs. She shifted her hips. No, no. Restraint. If she practiced a little restraint, maybe the heat of the moment would pass. Not quite. He looked too damn enticing in casual clothes. Oh, hell, who cared about restraint? “Did I ever tell you how dead sexy you are?”

As he raised his thick brows and smirked, he rubbed her back with long, languid strokes. The creases on his forehead melted away, making him look like the Cade she remembered. Could Rhett’s comment be true? A tiny part of her hoped so. She shoved the thought aside to insulate her feelings.

“It’s been a while, Mel. Why?”

His sexy rumble turned her insides out and spurred her on. She let go of his shirt and cupped his cheeks. “You are, and I want you—right now.” She pressed her open lips to his and moaned. Kissing Cade was almost better than sex. He knew how to tease and torment her with nothing more than his tongue. He tasted like sin and smelled divine, like an outdoorsman. A girl could get lost in that much testosterone, and Melanie never wanted to be found. How had she managed to stay friends-with-benefits with him for so long after the break up?

Groaning, he wound his fingers in her hair. Her scalp tingled as he spoke against her lips. “You do know how to get a man’s attention.”

Thanks for reading, commenting and participating. I appreciate your patronage. And now for the rest of the hop sites so you can keep going!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Last Day of the Tour!




It's the last day and I'm at Sharing Links and Wisdom. Why don't you join me? It's the last day and I've got a great gift basket up for grabs. A handbeaded candle in black, white and red to match Phantom colors as well as a bracelet/earring set in the same bead style! Join me! You know you want to.Each comment gets you into the hat for the prize. So where have I been? Sugarbeat's BooksMusings from an Addicted ReaderBad Barb's ReviewsChristine YoungQueen of the Night Reviews, and The Bunny's Review. I'll see you at the stops!

Today I'm in Two Places!


Today I'm in two places. Yep. Queen of the Night Reviews and The Bunny's Review. Check them out! And in case you missed any of the stops, here's the list to follow the other posts: 
11/5/2012 Sugarbeat's Books

Thanks for joining me on the tour!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

The Tour Continues at Christine Young Romance!



Click here or the banner to get to the post. And to follow the other posts, here's the list: 

11/5/2012 Sugarbeat's Books

Thanks for joining me on the tour!

Come Check out The Next Best Thing Blog!

Thanks to the fantastic Victoria Blisse for inviting me to participate in 'The Next Big Thing'! Love hanging out with the Vickster, so when I was given this opportunity, I jumped!

1. What is the title of your latest book?

Miss Me Baby. It’s the follow up to Careless Whisper.

2. Where did the idea come from for the book?

I had a character in Careless Whisper that readers wanted to know more about. She didn’t really get her HEA, so in Miss Me Baby, she does. The idea came from my DH going Ghost hunting. I wondered what would happen if a ghost got a second chance. Miss Me Baby is my interpretation if what could be.

3. What genre does your book fall under?

Paranormal erotic romance

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Felicity would be someone like Kate Bosworth. Very thin, very blonde. But when she’s Lisa... hmm...maybe Scarlett Johansson with a little more meat on her bones. For John... he’d have to be someone brawny, like Eric Bana or Christian Bale.

5. What is the book blurb for your book?

Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

Available here!

6. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

This book took me about a month to write. I had the idea, but I had to set aside the time to flesh it out properly. When I can put my nose down and work, I can move pretty fast. It’s getting that time that’s not so easy.

7. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I’m not sure. In my book, the heroine gets a second chance, so in that respect, it could be any number of contemporary second chance books. But as a ghost story, I’m not sure what it would compare to. Good question!

8. Who or What inspired you to write this book?

The inspiration came from readers asking what happened to Felicity. She got sort of a hanging ending in Careless Whisper, so I owed her. I was also inspired by the music video for Hazard by Richard Marx. Remember him? I do and yep, the video got me thinking. The muse ran and I followed. Grin.

9. What else about your book might pique the reader's interest?

When Felicity comes, back, she doesn’t come back as herself, but reincarnated to a degree. It’s up to her to use her personality and the new gifts she’s been given to show John she’s still in love with him.

I'll be choosing one lucky winner to receive an eBook copy of one of my backlist titles from one of the fun comments. So comment away!

And now I choose these five authors to carry the torch (no striking the selector, I love you all so that’s why I chose you):

Virginia Nelson

Stephanie Burke

Cheryl Dragon

Renee George

Ayla Ruse

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday...



I thought since it's a Phantom sort of week, I'd post ten lines from Phantom. Enjoy!

“I can’t help but want to ruin you, only to keep you in my arms a bit longer.”

The most beautiful shade of red spread across her cheeks and slipped down the column of her neck. She glanced at the door, then shot from her spot on the bed. Christine twisted the lock and pressed herself against the door.

“What kind of indecent thoughts?” she whispered.

“To lash you to my bed with your body bared to me. I want to take you over and over, hearing you cry out my name. To watch you give me pleasure with your submission to me.”

Monday, November 5, 2012

I"m on a Tour...



I didn't forget to post this, but if you've had the week I'm having, you'd understand. First the dishwasher goes, then EDJ must get done, then Characters complain they aren't getting enough attention. You know? Yeah. So I went to Sugarbeat's Books yesterday and Today I'm in two places: Musings from an Addicted Reader
and a second stop at Bad Barb's Reviews. I love hanging out with Bad Barb, so I can't wait to go there. I'm excited to head to Musings, too because I've never been there before. Won't you come join me?

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Phantom Snog!



I love these snogs, but since I took yesterday off from social media, I didn't get this up right away. No worries. It's going up now. I thought I'd use my Phantom of the Opera for the snog. I love Raoul and Christine, and I hope you do, too.

The Classics Exposed…


A chance sighting at the Opera, fated love, and three lives in turmoil.

One man pledges to own her, while another wants her heart. The Opera sets the stage for romance and intrigue. In the catacombs below the building lives a man rife with sorrow and passion. The Phantom. But he’s not content to live alone. He wants to possess the one woman who can set him free.

His Christine.

Viscount Raoul de Chagny doesn’t believe the rumours of a Ghost living below the Opera. He only has eyes for Christine, his childhood friend and first love. Together they embark on a sensual journey of discovery and fiery desire.

But she can only have one man. Will love raise her up or tear their world apart?

Available here!

But now for that snog!!

“You must forget about me.”

“I cannot.” He threaded his fingers into her hair, drawing her close. “I have the most indecent thoughts when I’m near you.” He spoke against her lips. “I can’t help but want to ruin you, only to keep you in my arms a bit longer.”

The most beautiful shade of red spread across her cheeks and slipped down the column of her neck. She glanced at the door, then shot from her spot on the bed. Christine twisted the lock and pressed herself against the door.

“What kind of indecent thoughts?” she whispered.

“To lash you to my bed with your body bared to me. I want to take you over and over, hearing you cry out my name. To watch you give me pleasure with your submission to me.”

“I’m not educated in the way to love a man.” Her chest heaved with each breath. “Will you teach me? I want to be yours, if for only a short time. I want you to show me how much you love me. Teach me?”

“Yes, my love.” He held out his hand to her. Christine twisted her fingers with his and eased onto his lap. Her eyes widened.

“What are you asking of me?”

“Your submission. Allow me to direct you as if I were the composer of one of your songs. Do you trust me?” Raoul smoothed a lock of her hair between his fingers. She smelt of flowers, a most intoxicating scent. Although she trembled in his arms, she met him for a kiss. Christine whimpered. Damn the blanket and the layers of fabric between them. He longed to feel her body next to his. He parted her robe and shoved the garment from her shoulders, leaving her in her nightgown. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and palmed her breast.

“Raoul,” she gasped, but didn’t swat him away. “I trust you.”

“Let me make you feel the magic.”

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Ritual ~ Kealie Shay and Megan Slayer

Thought I'd post a little of the fun thing I've been doing with Kealie. We (I as Megan) wrote a short together. Its not done, but that's okay. We'll get it there. It's titled, Ritual and you can read the beginning right here!



“My Lord! The Lady Cora! She is outside the gates.”

“Well, then let her in!” Dmitri wasn’t at all sure why Carlton was in such a tizzy. “I cannot, she seems to have collapsed at the gates, and I will not be able to gather her in time before the sun rises, my Lord!”

Clarity hit Dmitri like a hammer upside the head. In a blink he passed Carlton in the doorway. “Which gates?” His voice barely an echo as he blew past the old man. “The front, Sir!”

Even though he was already down the hall and up the stairs, he heard Carlton’s words as if the man stood next to him. Dmitri felt the prickle along his back that heralded the beginning of the rise of the sun, and knew, “No time, no time.” He’d never make it to the gates and back inside running.

He stopped moving, took a deep breath, and stood still long enough to focus. Dematerializing he cast his particles through the air to the front gate. He materialized just outside the gates, grateful the sun was still low enough on the horizon to provide enough shade that he could stoop and snatch the bundle of what appeared to be clothing crumpled at the base of the pillars holding the wrought iron gates guarding his compound. He took another deep breath then dematerialized again, holding the precious cargo, before the sun could rise further and burn his sensitive skin.

Dmitri materialized directly inside the front doors of his home. While short exposure to the sun wouldn’t kill him, it would burn a bit. And too long, and he would wish he was dead. Then again, he was old enough the sun didn’t have much effect on him any longer. Cora on the other hand…

Winded he leaned back against the wall beside the door and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. In his slightly weakened state, he shouldn’t have been able to manage such a feat as two dematerializations in such quick succession, but his powers had a mind of their own when it came to the female in his arms.

Dmitri gained control of his breathing and gazed down at the woman in his embrace. Her face was obscured by the hooded cloak she wore, so he shifted his hold on her to move the folds of fabric that he might see her face. He lost his breath again when he saw the condition she was in.

The normally plump, vibrant woman he knew was nowhere to be found. Instead, in her place was a pale skeletal imitation wrapped in threadbare oversized clothing. Her skin stretched tight over bones and sinew, but the bare evidence of the muscles along her arms told him that she wasn’t yet beyond saving. Her hair, usually a lush and shiny gold, was dry and straw-like in consistency and color.

“Oh, koshka, what have you done to yourself?”