Monday, April 30, 2012

Shadow on the Wall ~ The Blurb Blitz!


Today is the big Blurb Blitz for Pavarti K. Tyler's book, Shadow on the Wall. I'm stoked to have her blurb here on the blog. Now, what do you have to do? Comment. Why? There's a $50 Amazon Gift Card up for grabs for a random commenter over the length of the tour. Yeah. So the more you comment, the better. Want to follow the rest of the stops on this one day, all out blitz? Here's the link!

Here's the blurb for Shadow on the Wall:
Recai Osman: Muslim, philosopher, billionaire and Superhero?
Controversial and daring, Shadow on the Wall details the transformation of Recai Osman from complicated man to Superhero. Forced to witness the cruelty of the Morality Police in his home city of Elih, Turkey, Recai is called upon by the power of the desert to be the vehicle of change. Does he have the strength to answer Allah's call or will his dark past and self doubt stand in his way?

Pulling on his faith in Allah, the friendship of a Jewish father-figure and a deeply held belief that his people deserve better, Recai Osman must become The SandStorm.

In the tradition of books by Margaret Atwood and Salman Rushdie, Shadow on the Wall tackles issues of religion, gender, corruption and the basic human condition. Beautiful and challenging, this is not a book to miss.


And here's an excerpt because YOU ASKED FOR IT! Grin.

Recai walked for what seemed like miles, resisting the instinct to second-guess his direction. The sand moved between his toes but soon he found his footing, and his body responded to the landscape as if from some genetic memory. He remembered his father’s words from a trip he took to the Oman desert as a child: Never take your shoes off; the sand will eat away at your feet. Recai had done it anyway, then and now, feeling more in control with that connection to the ground, its movements speaking to his flesh directly.

His father had always been full of surprises: one moment the strict disciplinarian, the next, he would wake Recai in the middle of the night to see a falling star. Recai had never had the chance to get to know him as an adult. Instead, he lived with the enigmatic memory of a great man lost.

Recai stood in the middle of the desert—every direction would eventually lead to Elih or one of the smaller villages scattered around the city. But who would take in a stranger? A stranger with a Hugo Boss turban and a bruised and bloodied face? In’shallah, he would be delivered to safety.

Want to know more about Pavarti? Here you go!


Pavarti K Tyler is an artist, wife, mother and number-cruncher who has been committed to causing trouble since her first moment on this Earth. Her eclectic career has flirted with Broadway, Teaching, Law Firms and the IRS. Author of many short stories, Pavarti spans genres from Horror and Erotica all the way to Fantasy. Currently Pavarti is hard at work establishing her Indie Publishing Company Fighting Monkey Press.

Pavarti K Tyler’s novel Two Moons of Sera is a Fantasy/Romance and began in a serial format in November 2011. Her next novel Shadow on the Wall is scheduled for release in May 2012. Shadow on the Wall is Book One of The SandStorm Chronicles, the saga of Recai Osman — businessman, philosopher, Muslim and . . . superhero.

LINKS: My blog is all ages: http://www,fightingmonkeypress.com

My tumblr is 18+ only: http://pavartidevi.tumblr.com/

My Fan Page needs your likes: https://www.facebook.com/#!/FMPress

My Twitter likes friends: http://twitter.com/#!/PavartiKTyler

My Google+ is random: https://plus.google.com/?gpinv=JFSVnKSj7Uk:FdjR-3NCJW8#me/posts

TRAILER FOR THIS BOOK: http://youtu.be/MeWoIv5osNc

Here are links to my books:

Two Moons of Sera: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Moons-of-Sera-ebook/dp/B005U81SCQ/ref=pd_rhf_cr_p_t_1

Shadow on the Wall (The SandStorm Chronicles #1): http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Wall-SandStorm-Chronicles-1/dp/0983876908/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1326905139&sr=8-3

Consumed by Love (novella): http://www.amazon.com/Consumed-by-Love-ebook/dp/B004PYDQBC/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

The Long Con with Lori Toland Tomorrow!



Lori Toland stops by tomorrow with her book, The Long Con. I've enjoyed her books in the past and am looking forward to this book. I'm also planning on commenting. Why? Lori will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter. Sounds like a good reason to me. Here's the link for the rest of the tour. You know you want to follow it.

Now here's the important info for tomorrow!

Want to know more about The Long Con? Here you go:
British Agent Nathaniel Bradley is tasked with bringing home a stolen heirloom. After tracking the Faberge egg all the way to a group of criminals in New York, Bradley infiltrates a ring of con artists and gets sucked into the role of a high priced prostitute.

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

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


Now for enticement, because I love to entice, here's an excerpt:

My heart pounded, and I panted from exertion. Replete and relaxed, I knew my weight crushed him to the bed, but if he didn’t say anything, I wasn’t moving. I dropped a gentle kiss on his shoulder, tasting the salt from his skin when I licked my lips.

I opened my mouth, and my heart slammed against my rib cage when I realized what I had just been about to say. Before blurting out my love for him, I pulled out slowly and stood.

I needed to get my shit together and remember I was on a task, one of huge importance to Margaret. I took a deep breath and let it out. When he glanced at me over his shoulder, I put on the same mask I wore around everyone.

His eyes told me he saw beneath the surface, and that scared me. He was much too perceptive, and from this moment forward, I would have to be on my guard. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. You almost killed me there.” I laughed it off, but it felt hollow to me. I left him on the bed and walked into bathroom.

I threw away the condom, and when I turned around, Tony stood in the doorway.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his frown worrying me.

I wanted him to drop it, so I just smiled and placed a kiss on his lips. “I’m sure.”

My explanation didn’t seem to satisfy him, but I didn’t stick around to give him the time to question me about it. I flipped on the shower and waited for the water to heat up, a little perturbed about how much I wanted him.

And the links, so you can get your copy and find out more about Lori Toland!
CEO by day, erotic romance writer by night, Lori Toland lives in Orlando where the summers are hot but the romance between her characters is even hotter. Writing since the tender age of 13, Lori somehow finds time to play video games and watch movies while taking care of her beloved cats and a husband who will forever be her hero.

Lori’s Website: http://www.loritoland.com
Lori’s Twitter: loritoland
Lori’s Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/lori.toland
Buy Links:
http://www.loose-id.com/The-Long-Con.aspx
Other buy links will appear here as available:
http://loritoland.blogspot.com/2012/02/long-con-loose-id-4242012.html

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Monday Moans ~ Tangled Up!




I've had menage stories on the brain lately, so I thought I'd share a snippet - a moan, if you will - from Tangled Up. I love this story because it was my first foray into MM. THe characters have intrigued and outraged people. I even continued the story in the reverse in Someone Like You. Let me share a snippet of it with you.

Tangled Up Contemp, novella m/f, m/m, m/f/m, m/m/f, menage, bdsm, toys, spanking Total-E-Bound Available here
What if the person you want for the rest of your life isn’t one... but two?


Mindy Mayes knew her husband was bisexual from the moment they met. She loved Arran with her whole heart until the day he asked for a separation to be with his partner, Sav. Through the ups and downs of life after the marriage, she, Arran and Sav remained close.

Things are about to change.

Though he walked away, Arran’s never given up on a life with Mindy. He’s in love with Sav and totally committed. But it’s his wedding anniversary. What if they took the threesome created out of friendship and made it into something more?

Maybe the perfect number is three after all.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of m/m intimacy, bondage—including a wicked hot scene with nipple clips and anal sex. Oh my!


And now for that moan!

“Make us complete.”

Without thinking, she grasped for their outstretched hands. When they touched, tingles shot through every cell in her body, mixed with something else.

Peace. Being with both of them felt right, destined. Keeping their fingers entwined, Arran stroked the top of her hand with his thumb. Sav disengaged from Arran and stood, taking his place behind her. Mindy licked her lips and stared at Arran. How long had it been since she’d tasted his kiss? Too long.

Sav released her hand and shrugged out of his shirt. The garment fluttered to the floor at his feet, revealing his broad shoulders and hairless torso. “We need to pamper our guest.”

Hand in hers, Arran propped himself up on one elbow. “What have you got in mind?”

She squeezed Arran’s fingers to hide the slight tremble.

“I’ll be right back.” Sav tossed the discarded clothes into the hamper and stepped into the adjacent bathroom.

Mindy shifted her gaze back to the delicious view of Arran’s nude body. His cock, long and thick, lay against his thigh, semi-erect. Her mouth watered. Arran smirked. He stroked the inside of her wrist with the pad of his thumb. “Hello, beautiful.” Heat seared up from her toes and down from her chest to collide in her pussy. Damn. The man spoke and all she could think of was sex.

After what seemed like mere moments, Sav appeared at the foot of the bed with a pair of shiny handcuffs dangling from his index finger. “Arran, help her out of her coat and into these. I want to see her bare.”

Her eyes widened and her gaze locked with Arran’s. The soft blue depths of his eyes and the gentle yet fierce smile chipped away at her restraint. Arran balanced on his knees and unzipped her coat, taking extra time between her breasts. Once finished, he ran his fingers through her tresses. Her scalp tingled. Was the scalp an erogenous zone? She wasn’t sure and didn’t care. He nuzzled her jaw and unbuttoned her over-shirt. “You’re still so sexy.”

Her pussy creamed. No other man knew how to make her body come alive with a couple of kind words.

Before she could protest or change her mind, the cotton over-shirt fell to the floor and Arran yanked her work T-shirt over her head. Sav took it from his hands and tossed the second garment to the pile with her other shirt. Her nipples ached in the simple sports bra, heavy and aroused by their gentle, yet determined, touches.

“Our girl’s hot for us,”Arran murmured and sucked a turgid peak between his lips through the material. She moaned, her head lolling on her shoulders.

“So pretty,” Sav cooed. He smoothed his hands down her arms until he grasped her wrists. He gently tugged her hands high in the air. “Arran.”

At the one-word command, Arran released her nipple and produced the cuffs.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Guesting all day over at Coffee Time's blog!



I'm guesting over at Coffee Time Romance's Blog all day. I've got excerpts from Megan's newest book, Always. Excerpts from When You're With Me. Hot guy pics. Earworm songs and a list of where to find me. I'll have other posts, but you have to head over there to read those. Grin. Come on over! Should be fun! Click here or the button below to get there.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Flirty Friday - Unedited Excerpt Day!



I've signed three contracts in the past month-ish and I'd like to share an unedited excerpt from one of the contracted works.

So you're probably thinking, three? Gee, she works fast. One I worked fast and tight. One I had lagging around for longer than you'd imagine. The third just sort of happened. Shrug. It either pours or it's a drought.

This is from my novella, Still the One. I'd written the side characters in Ever Fallen in Love but I wasn't sure what I'd do with them. Turns out, they told me when they wanted to talk. Fine. Still the One is a contemp, bdsm, m/f, fem-dom, spanking, toys, rollicking good time. Want that excerpt? I thought you might.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric glanced behind her, then got out of the way as she opened the door. He fixed his gaze on her and sat down on the edge of the upholstered seat.

Janine gave him a gentle push and eyeballed her work. “Very nice.” She inched the hem of her skirt high enough to give him a tantalizing view of her panty-covered pussy. His mouth opened a fraction of an inch and his eyes glazed as she hooked her thumbs into the flimsy waistband of the undergarment.

“You like what you see?” She dragged the panties down to reveal the top of her pubic hair.

Eric nodded, still quiet.

“You’re doing well.” She wiggled the panties to the ground, then stepped out of them. “Now for your reward.” With her ass in the air, Janine straddled his thigh and rubbed her nose along the thick vein of his cock. “I wore these heels just for you. Do you like?”

He groaned and arched his hips. “Love it, babe.”

“Good. Are you worried we’ll get caught,” she murmured. “That’s the fun. Will we?” She kissed the base of his prick. “Or won’t we?” To punctuate her last statement, she took him deep in her mouth. She used gentle suction as she withdrew and suckled on him again. Salty semen spilt onto her tongue. “You’re on a hair trigger.”

His fists clenched tight and his knuckles whitened. “Been a while.”

Janine pulled back, leaving him slick with spit. “Hush.” She swatted his hip. “No talking or coming until I tell you.”
Should be out in September. Think you can wait that long?

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I Guested with W.Lynn!




Yesterday, I had the fantastic time of hanging out with W.Lynn Chantale for her birthday. Penis candles galore! And torpedoes!! Giggle. Anyway, to those who commented, I offered up a copy of When You're With Me. So who was the lucky winner?

June M.


I've emailed you to let you know. And to all those who commented, thank you. I hope you had a great time and W.Lynn had a fabulous birthday!!!

Monday, April 23, 2012

Rebecca Royce's Love Beyond Sight


I love having Rebecca Royce come by. She's got the greatest books and a cool series going on. She's here to promote her latest book, Love Beyond Sight. You might want to comment. I know I will be. Why? Rebecca will be giving away a $50 Amazon.com GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour and a $50 Amazon.com GC to the host with the most comments.

Since she's here, I asked her how she balances keeping so many series books straight while having a life and a family? I know it's hard for me to balance, so I wanted to hear how she does it. Grin. Welcome, Rebecca.


I wish I had a good answer to this question. Outside of where do my ideas come from this is the question I get asked the most. The truth is, that like everyone else, I’m really trying to figure it out on my feet as I go.

In my case, I don’t need quiet and alone time to write. I can write anywhere, anytime. Right now, for example, as I write this, it is Saturday morning. My kids are watching a Pixar movie and I am sitting near them watching it with them and writing. I actually focus better when I have noise and distraction.
I also don’t require large amounts of time and I can fit in writing in brief pockets of convenience rather than having to step away from everything and go on my own.

Other than that, I don’t know if I have a good balance or I’m just floundering in the wind. But don’t most mothers feel that way?

I totally understand. Thanks for stopping by, Rebecca! Can't wait to read this book!
Here's the blurb because if you're like me, you want to know more about the book!
In Love Beyond Sanity, Eden Roan awoke in a mental hospital, unsure of how she got there. Nearly discovered by a demon, she is rescued by a voice in her mind who saves her life by transforming her figure into something the demon doesn't want to look at. The voice tells her she is his but that they will never, ever meet. As time progresses, Eden becomes more and more convinced that the voice is just her imagination playing tricks on her. It can't possibly be her destined soul mate. Or can it?

Samuel Quinn was horribly disfigured by the demon when he was a child. He can't stand looking at himself and does not want Eden to see him. Luckily, his powers allow him to hide himself using other people's features as his own. But when Eden needs him, Samuel will have to step forward to save her even if he can never let her see the real him.

Can there be love without sight? Or will the demon finally have them all just where he wants them?


And now for an excerpt - because you all deserve it!
I’m alone in the house.

Eden Roan swallowed away the lump in her throat. Why hadn’t she known everyone was leaving? Her heart rate picked up, thumping hard against her ribcage. She hadn’t been alone in six months. Not since Charma and Marina had found her, nearly comatose, locked up in a mental institution in New Jersey.

She swung around calling out into the living. “Hello? Anyone here?”

Even as she called out, she knew she need not have bothered. No one was home. She could feel the emptiness around her. Loneliness assaulted her soul and she nearly doubled over from the feeling before she pulled herself together. Wow. She was being really, really ridiculous.

It didn’t mean anything that everyone had left and no one had said goodbye. Probably, they didn’t mean to all leave. Each one must have thought someone else remained in the house. No way, no how would she be left, by herself, in their huge house on their private island in Maine.

Except that it was December and getting back and forth from the island in the middle of winter took advanced planning. They would have all have had to board the boat at the same time. Marina would have had to spell cast the water to keep it calm…

No, there was something terribly wrong. She took off at a run. Her large, sturdy feet bracing her body for the run she made down the hall. Sebastian, the demon, must have gotten to them. They were all dead. That was the only explanation.

“I’ve got your mind, Eden.” She heard the voice of the demon resonate through the halls of the too empty house. Even though she had personally never spoken with him before, she had no doubt he was who tormented her now. “I’ve killed the others and now I’ll spend eternity torturing you with just what I want you to see.”

And a little bit about Rebecca!
As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.

Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.

She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

www.rebeccaroyce.com

Monday Moans ~ What Might Have Been




Today's Monday Moan comes from What Might Have Been. I loved writing a story of a high school reunion gone right. Here's a little bit more about the book:

What Might Have Been Contemp, m/f, bdsm, toys, anal play novella Total-E-Bound
A second chance has never been this sweet or sexy.

Macy Shibley left Mason, Ohio, to figure out who she was and what she wanted. But after more than a few disastrous relationships, she refuses to let anyone tie her down. She’ll control the tying, thank you very much. No man has ever managed to chip away the walls around her heart...except for one man.

Tanner Connolly has never forgotten his high school crush. The sweet blonde with the vibrant eyes fills his dreams and fantasies. He’d had a shot in school to make her more than a friend, but blew it for the sake of appearances. Now he’d like to know what might have been and use it to create a future. But he’ll have to let her go to prove he wants more than one night...

Reader Advisory: This book contains steamy sex against a door, the creative use of sex toys, some harmless domination, and a little anal play for good measure.


And here's the moan!

“I want to make love to you, Macy.”

At the word ‘love’, her brain shut down and her body took over. She’d let herself get too damn close to true emotion. No more. “Fuck me.”

Tanner tore the tunic up over her head and tossed it somewhere out of her line of sight. Her nipples pebbled under his intense azure gaze and heat flooded between her thighs. She tipped her head back to succumb to his kiss. He nibbled along her jaw, his day-old whiskers abrading her cheek. He caressed her backside. “I want to take you everywhere.”

The longer his hands lingered on her ass, the more she wondered what he meant by ‘everywhere’. Something in his voice alluded to deliciously wicked things she’d tried many times, but would never have thought he’d enjoy. She gyrated against him to relieve a hint of the need overwhelming her senses.

His dick, long and hot, jabbed her lower belly. Macy fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and exposed his rippled chest, inch by glorious inch. Her mouth ran dry as she pressed her lips to his taut muscle and kissed the calligraphic Connolly tattoo over his heart. The letters swirled and tangled, almost like a web to protect him. She moaned and bit down. A man didn't get a body full of lean strength like this by working out at the gym. No, his kind of muscle came from working outdoors. The scent of his cologne—something woodsy—flowed over her like a lazy river.

“Yes, babe.” His fingers dug into her ass, not that she cared. “Take what you want from me and make me yours.”

The Strip Tease Tour Last Call!



And the winner is....


~ Joanne 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.

Hunky Heroes and You!



And the winner is....


~ Liz @ Fictional Candy ~



:::throws confetti::::



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

Rebecca Royce Stops By Tomorrow with Love Beyond Sight!


I love having Rebecca Royce come by. She's got the greatest books and a cool series going on. She's coming by tomorrow to promote her latest book, Love Beyond Sight. You might want to comment. I know I will be. Why? Rebecca will be giving away a $50 Amazon.com GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour and a $50 Amazon.com GC to the host with the most comments.

To get ready for tomorrow, here's the blurb!
In Love Beyond Sanity, Eden Roan awoke in a mental hospital, unsure of how she got there. Nearly discovered by a demon, she is rescued by a voice in her mind who saves her life by transforming her figure into something the demon doesn't want to look at. The voice tells her she is his but that they will never, ever meet. As time progresses, Eden becomes more and more convinced that the voice is just her imagination playing tricks on her. It can't possibly be her destined soul mate. Or can it?

Samuel Quinn was horribly disfigured by the demon when he was a child. He can't stand looking at himself and does not want Eden to see him. Luckily, his powers allow him to hide himself using other people's features as his own. But when Eden needs him, Samuel will have to step forward to save her even if he can never let her see the real him.

Can there be love without sight? Or will the demon finally have them all just where he wants them?


And now for an excerpt - because...why not?

I’m alone in the house.

Eden Roan swallowed away the lump in her throat. Why hadn’t she known everyone was leaving? Her heart rate picked up, thumping hard against her ribcage. She hadn’t been alone in six months. Not since Charma and Marina had found her, nearly comatose, locked up in a mental institution in New Jersey.

She swung around calling out into the living. “Hello? Anyone here?”

Even as she called out, she knew she need not have bothered. No one was home. She could feel the emptiness around her. Loneliness assaulted her soul and she nearly doubled over from the feeling before she pulled herself together. Wow. She was being really, really ridiculous.

It didn’t mean anything that everyone had left and no one had said goodbye. Probably, they didn’t mean to all leave. Each one must have thought someone else remained in the house. No way, no how would she be left, by herself, in their huge house on their private island in Maine.

Except that it was December and getting back and forth from the island in the middle of winter took advanced planning. They would have all have had to board the boat at the same time. Marina would have had to spell cast the water to keep it calm…

No, there was something terribly wrong. She took off at a run. Her large, sturdy feet bracing her body for the run she made down the hall. Sebastian, the demon, must have gotten to them. They were all dead. That was the only explanation.

“I’ve got your mind, Eden.” She heard the voice of the demon resonate through the halls of the too empty house. Even though she had personally never spoken with him before, she had no doubt he was who tormented her now. “I’ve killed the others and now I’ll spend eternity torturing you with just what I want you to see.”

And a little bit about Rebecca!
As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.

Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.

She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

www.rebeccaroyce.com

Friday, April 20, 2012

Strippin' At Kindling the Fire!



It's the last day of the tour and I'm super excited to be at Kindling the Fire. Why don't you join me? It's going to be a blast as always and even though I'm sad it's the end of the tour, all good things must end eventually! Besides, I love to go to different blogs and I can't wait to visit at Kindling the Fire. Besides, a comment gets you into the hat for the $10 Gift card to Total-E-Bound! I'll see you there.

And if you want to continue following the tour, here's the Goddess Fish link!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Strippin' with The Muse!



I'm hanging out over with claire Ashgrove at the Muse. I'm excited to be there, so why don't you join me? It's going to be a blast as always! I love to go to different blogs and I can't wait to visit with Claire. Besides, a comment gets you into the hat for the $10 Gift card to Total-E-Bound! I'll see you there.

And if you want to continue following the tour, here's the Goddess Fish link!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Strippin' with Kacey's Konnections



I'm hanging out over with Kacey Hammell today at Kacey's Konnections. I'm excited to be there, so why don't you join me? It's going to be a blast! Besides, a comment gets you into the hat for the $10 Gift card to Total-E-Bound! I'll see you there.

And if you want to continue following the tour, here's the Goddess Fish link!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Strippin' at Judy's World of Dreams



I love going to visit with pals. Judy Thomas is definitely a pal. I'm stopping at her blog next for the Strip Tease Tour If you comment on the post, you're entered into the hopper for the $10 GC to Total-E-Bound. Why not?

Here's the link to the rest of the tour if you're so inclined. I'd be honored if you came along.

Come on over and hang out with me and my gang.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Monday Moans ~ Careless Whisper



Sometimes a throwback is just what the doctor ordered. In this case, it's what the paranormal investigator ordered. Who is that paranormal investigator? Ryan Black. Yep. He's suggesting I use Careless Whisper as the Monday Moan. Why not? So here's the Monday Moan and a little bit about http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1094:

contemporary, paranormal
novella
m/f, anal sex, domination
Total-E-Bound
Available here!


He's her kinkiest desire, if she's willing to open her heart and believe in him.

The dead don't always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He's a Ghost Explorer. He's conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he's about to face his toughest challenge—convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.

Women fall at Ryan Black's feet and Samara's determined not to be one of the many—that is until she's forced to work with him. He's certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. As she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn't so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.


And now for the moan!
“I’m sorry—she’s being herself.”
“You don’t have to apologise. I’m used to the digs and insults.”
She stared at him with wide eyes. She’d been hurt before, he wasn’t sure how, but the pain resonated deep in the blue orbs. He’d like to kill the bastard who had ribboned her dignity. Had he been any better, acting like she should fall at his feet because he told her so? Or maybe he should mention her gift and really drive her away… No, he sensed something stronger with Samara, something destined.
He shored up his courage. With Felicity, he believed the lies. For Samara, he’d be completely honest. “I wanted you to come along tomorrow, but not because you were forced. I know you’re a damned good camera tech. Why Tony had you moved to the cubicles is beyond me.”
“From what I’ve heard, he gets off on torture.” Samara shrugged and toyed with the brick in the amber retaining wall, scraping her thumbnail over the rough surface. “Look, I’m game for the investigation. You don’t have to beg or inflate my ego.”
He crunched the paper in his grip. “The waiver is a formality in case we get hurt.” His heart ached in his chest. Maybe he did like women who were out of his league, but dammit, he wanted Samara too much to ignore the feeling that she was more than just another female. “I wanted you to come along because I like you and I’d like for you to like Ryan, not the Ryan Black. Does that make sense?”
The faintest hint of a smile fluttered on her kissable mouth. “You’ve stepped through too many cobwebs. They’ve fuzzed your brain.”
Ah, the sass returned. He hooked his fingers under her chin, thrilled by the tiny gasp as she parted her lips. “For one of the few times in my life, my mind is perfectly clear.” Without thinking any further, he feathered a kiss over her mouth and bit back a groan. Damn, she felt good. Like a woman should, sweet, sassy, and soft in his hands. He closed his eyes and pushed the kiss further, tasting her. Honey, pure feminine honey. When she wound her arms around his neck, he fought off the urge to jump for joy. The one woman he wanted to desire him seemed like she did!
With languid strokes, he caressed her back and cupped the base of her skull. Samara Jacobs embodied calm and restraint, but her kiss intoxicated him like the finest whisky. The denim of his jeans pulled tight over his erection. He could almost imagine the velvet of her body as he slid into her pussy. Fuck yes, he liked her, probably more than he should.
He pushed into her mind for a split second, just to see if he could.
Ryan Black is kissing me!
Holy fuck. If he could hear her thoughts as if they were his own, then she was the one. His true Spirit Mate. Life couldn’t get better.
When he broke the kiss, Samara’s warm breath skittered over his cheeks. He had her on edge as much as he was—nice. She smoothed her hands down his chest, splaying them across his pecs. “You make it hard to think.”
“So do you.”

Strippin' At Wickedly Sexy Writers!



I'm heading somewhere new. Yep. Somewhere new with the Strip Tease Tour--the Wickedly Sexy Writers. Grin. Come on over. Here's the link. If you comment on the post, you're entered into the hopper for the $10 GC to Total-E-Bound. Why not?

Here's the link to the rest of the tour if you're so inclined. I'd be honored if you came along.

Hunky Hero Time!




The hop is all about hunky heroes. I'll share one of my books that I think has my hunkiest (is that a word?) hero in it in a few, but here are some of my pics for hunky men.


And...


And one more...


Aren't they all yummy? I think so. And to add to the yumminess, my vote for hunkiest hero is Storm Richardson from My Immortal. It was hard to pick just one, but that's mine.

Who do you vote for your hunkiest hero? Leave that in the comments along with your name and your email and you're in the hopper for the pdf of My Immortal. I'd love it if you followed me on twitter, facebook, the blog, but I don't expect it for you to win. You do it because you want to. And because they are fantastic please stop by Riverina Romantics and so you can keep going, here's the linky code for the rest of the hop:


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Friday, April 13, 2012

Strippin' With Tory Richards!



I always like to stop by and talk with friends. One of those friends is Tory Richards. I love being at her blog. It's like sitting on a wide porch on a swing just chatting the afternoon away. Want to join us? Sure you do. Come on over. Here's the link. If you comment on the post, you're entered into the hopper for the $10 GC to Total-E-Bound. Why not?

Here's the link to the rest of the tour if you're so inclined. I'd be honored if you came along.

Friday Flirts ~ Over My Head



For the flirt today I thought I'd share a snippet from Over My Head.
What happens when two opposites realise they have more in common than expected?

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

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

I hope.

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

Available here!

Here's the flirt!

“That was sweet.” Astra stood and rested her head on Slade’s shoulder. “A girl could get the wrong impression.”
Without thinking, Slade wrapped an arm around Astra. He liked how she fitted against him and the symphony of her sigh as she rested. “What if I have the wrong impression?”
She curled into his side and tipped her head to look him in the eye. “Yeah? How?”
“You keep talking sweet to me, I might get the idea you like me.” He was going out on a limb, but damn if it didn’t feel good to admit the truth. “Or are you putting me on to make the boss jealous?”
The emotions that crossed her face and lit up her eyes ran the gamut—embarrassment, frustration, fear and a hint of joy. Astra opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before speaking. The flush creeping across her cheeks headed south over her chest.
Seeing her so out of sorts both excited and frustrated him. He wanted to see her smile in glee after they made love, not shiver from fear of another.
“You’re a very likeable man.”
Ah…the kiss of death. ‘Likeable’. Great. He’d totally misread her advances. Tucking his dignity tightly between his legs, Slade nodded and backed away from Astra. The blush faded and the colour drained from her face. So much for putting his emotions on the line.
“I’ve got your back, but be careful.”

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Strippin' with Carrie-Ann Ryan and Roz Lee!



Yeah, that got your attention. Come on over to Carrie-Ann Ryan's blog and hang out with us. The Strip Tease Tour sure is. You know you want to.

Here's the link for the stop.

I forgot to mention, I know so terrible, that I'm at Roz Lee's blog today, too. Lots of stripping! Come on over!

Here's the link for the tour. Come on. Carrie-Ann and I are getting lonely.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Strip Tease Tour is Over at Brewing Passion!



Today the Strip Tease tour stops at Brewing Passion. Which is pretty cool because they do serve beer at some strip clubs, so the pairing is perfect. :-) Plus I love Liz Crowe's books. She writes some hot realtors. So come on over!

And while you're at it, I'm hanging out in a couple other places, too. Why stand still when you can buzz everywhere? Yanno? I was over with Maria-Claire Payne yesterday and Monday. Get over there. I'm waiting until Friday to select a winner from the comments. What can you win? A copy of When You're With Me. So head there next.

Then when you think the madness is at its zenith, you're WRONG! Hee hee. I'm also talking about inspiration over at Hitting the Hot Spot. Even have a pic of Joe Manganiello from my short that I really need to finish. Stop by there and give me some comment love. I'd be happy if you did.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Strip Tease Tour Day Two!



I had such a blast yesterday with Nat at Reading Romances. If you haven't had a chance to check out that stop, here's the link.

The tour stops at the Forbidden Bookshelf today. I'm really excited as I always enjoy stopping with the girls at the Forbidden Bookshelf. :-) Come on along.

And if you want to follow the tour, then here's the link. Should be fun!

Monday, April 9, 2012

The Strip Tease Tour Takes Off!



The first stop is at Reading Romances and I'm stoked. I had a blast answering the questions and can't wait to share the books with you, as well as my answers. Hanging out with Nat is always fun. Love being there. Here's the link to Reading Romances. And here is the link for the rest of the tour. You might want to comment. There's a $10 GC up for grabs for Total-E-Bound. Easily enough to purchase both books. All you've got to do is comment with your email added so we can get in touch with you. Sound good? Go forth and follow the tour with me!

Monday Moans ~ You'll Think of Me



I thought today I'd bring out a moan from an early book that's near to the heart. I've been asked if I'm going to write a story for the secondary character, Rhett. Yes, Yes I am. But, Here's Mel and Cade. Totally worth the read.

You'll Think of Me
Total-E-Bound
Novella
m/f, bdsm, anal sex

Available here.


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.


And now for the Moan!

“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.”
She tugged him into the game room. Thoughts raced through her head. Her nipples brushed against his chest, sending streaks of electricity straight to her core.
As she snicked the door shut with her hip, she rubbed her hands over his body, both to keep her desires in check and to entice him. Hard muscle and heat seared her fingers. Her body hummed with excitement only Cade could elicit. Maybe if she stuck to touching, she could keep her heart safe within her defences.
His eyes darkened and a low whistle escaped his lips. He tugged her into his embrace as they toppled over the arm of the knobby brown couch. She ground her crotch against the steel in his pants and clutched his ass. “I want you.” God, it felt good to admit the truth.
When he crushed his lips to her, he explored her mouth with his tongue. He slipped his right hand under her tank top and bra, pinching her taut nipple. Shimmers of lust and need raced through her veins. His normally hard expression softened and he smiled. “Baby, I want you too. I dreamt of you, but not like this.”
Did he want more? Emboldened, she fumbled to remove his cock from his pants. “I need you in me.”
“Wait.” He slid her silk panties to the side and stroked the slickness over her nether lips with his thick fingers, sending tremors through her body at warp speed. She whimpered. Had it been that long since she’d had sex? Yes, and he knew how to push all her buttons with the smallest touches.
As she curled her body into him, she nibbled his scratchy jaw and throat. “Cade!”
“So wet and so pretty, but I want to make this last. I want you so wet you’re begging for me.”

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Birthday Fun and the Presents are for YOU!



And the winner is....

~ MaDonna L ~

:::throws confetti::::

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

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Birthday FUN!!



The hop is all about birthdays since it's time for Carrie-Ann's birthday. She'd posted on Facebook the other day that she wanted GCs to Amazon and Chocolate for her birthday. So I thought I'd blog today about what--if I had any option available--I'd like for my birthday. Now, some of it is pretty selfish, but hey, its a dream. :-)

A black and orange '11 Chevy Camaro. Yeah, I love the black and orange ones.
iTunes GCs. I love my music and the characters groove on it, too. Gotta feed the machine.
Amazon GCs. Gotta be able to read. Love it!

So what about you? If cost wasn't an option, what would YOU want for your birthday? Leave a comment. Every comment with your email included is not only an entry into this giveaway, but to the BIG giveaway. Yup! I'd love it if you followed me on twitter, facebook, the blog, but I don't expect it for you to win. You do it because you want to. The hop ends at midnight on the 6th and I'll announce the winner on the 7th. Keep your eyes peeled!

Here's the linky and the rest of the folks in the hop. Go forth and hop--once you've commented here. Grin.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Nara Malone's Snatch Me!



Nara Malone is here today talking about her newest book, Snatch Me. I'm excited. I read the blurb for this book and can't wait to get my own copy. I'm going to be sure to comment. Why? Nara will be giving away a $10 Ellora’s Cave GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Want to follow her tour? Click here or the banner above.

So let's get this interview started!


What is your favorite time of day?

The dark side of morning, that time just before dawn, when the house is quiet and I’m the only one stirring. I get my best ideas then, get my best writing done when I slip right from a night of dreaming into a morning of dreaming stories.

What’s your writing process like?

I guess every writer has their quirky little rituals that help them make the shift from their own life filled with To Do lists and responsibilities, to the story world where there are mysteries to solve and fantasies to weave. We need to flip a switch that turns off reality and launches imagination. I do that by logging into my virtual writing space. I sit at my fictional laptop and start typing. You’ve probably seen that painting of a hand drawing a picture of a hand that’s drawing a picture of a hand. The image plays games with reality, has your brain scrambling to figure out what’s real. I think that’s why sitting at a desk in the real world, watching my avatar in a virtual world, writing about someone in a fantasy world, flips the switch for me, helps me make the transition to story mind. My business brain gets confused and checks out, allowing the storyteller in me to take over.

A book usually starts with a character. I’ll be settling in at my virtual desk and sipping my coffee when the first whispers of a new character’s unique voice thread through my brain. They usually start telling me about themselves when I’m supposed to be working on something else, especially when I’m at that halfway point in a project with as much ahead of me as I have behind me.

Of course the new character is no respecter of the story ahead of them. They want their story told. They want to have their say and they want to have it now. Sometimes I hang tough and make them wait, but some characters are so persistent that I have to stop and deal with them first, or at least work on their story alongside the one I’m already working on. Snatch Me was one of those stories that took me over. Three weeks before the submission deadline on Ellora’s Cave’s Sex Bytes series, Jolie showed up and started talking about how she felt a kinship with a world too broken to fix. How do you ignore such a troubled soul?

I had other things due. The story was perfect for Sex Bytes but I didn’t see how I could make that deadline. I didn’t want to stop and tell Jolie’s story, but she just wouldn’t be ignored. I wound up living in Jolie’s story every waking minute, stopping only to eat and sleep a little. Occasionally I showered and changed pajamas. I finished an hour before the midnight on deadline day. My editor loved it. She was one of the first visitors to the virtual world I made so that readers could walk around inside my story world. Ellora’s Cave allowed me to include a link to that virtual world in the front of the novel.

What accent inspires you to do naughty things?

Well, I know a French accent inspires me to write naughty things. Le Marquis de Bond showed up in my head one day and the things he wanted written raised my eyebrows. His story became The Dungeon Gourmet. And he was another one of those characters with a story took over my life while I wrote. Bond materialized in my story world the day after Thanksgiving and the series I was aiming for had a January first deadline. Bond has become the character who won’t go away. Eventually I’ll have to write a sequel, for now I appease him by allowing him to blog a Cook Naked column over at the PassionateReads.com group blog.

Name something readers would be surprised to learn about you?

I’m face blind. I can see fine, but I can’t imprint the memory of what someone’s face looks like. You could meet me in a cafĂ©, walk outside and come back in wearing a hat, and I’d think I’m looking at a new person. Naturally that spills over into my writing. You won’t find me describing chins and noses. I’m more likely to focus on a character’s hair, or the sound of their voice. I think I might be more tuned in to the nuances of voices than most folks and I find myself playing with words that will describe those aural cues to what someone is feeling. In my soon-to-be released novel, Blind Heat, the heroine is face blind and I explored how important facial recognition and visual cues are to lovers, as well as ways the heroine can learn to see with more than her eyes.

What was your favorite scene to write in Snatch Me?

I think my favorite scene from Snatch Me was the Lucky Librarian game. Jolie, the heroine, escapes her real life problems by escaping into a online game. In the post-apocalyptic game world she discovers, all the men are designated hunters. When they catch a woman she has to submit to the fantasy of the hunter’s choice. In the Lucky Librarian scene, three hunters stumble on Jolie at once. They offer her a way out of submitting. If she can win the Lucky Librarian game, she can go free. It’s kind of like a cross between strip poker and hide-n-go-seek. Of course the guys have the deck stacked against her, but Jolie is wicked smart and she’s pretty sure she can win. I can’t say much more without spoiling the fun.

What was the inspiration behind Snatch Me?

Author Tibby Armstrong introduced me to the Second Life virtual world. In my explorations I ran across several role-play games. One world is a replica of the old Barbary Coast. Several worlds are depictions of what a post-apocalyptic world might be like. The players all create characters and tell a story to each other, acting it out together in visually rich three dimensional settings. Think of it as scene from a book that you can step into and walk around inside. And yes, sometimes scenes acted out involve romance. You can be carried off by a pirate and wooed on some tropical island. You can be rescued from a street gang by an urban warrior. It’s easy to get swept up in the fantasies, to get hooked on a reality that might be way better than whatever is going on in your real life at the time.

And there are players, much like the hero in the movie Avatar, who are able to escape real life disabilities and play in a community where they are free to run and fight and fly and explore virtual fantasies in an avatar body.

The possibilities that grow up out of an environment like that could fill hundreds of stories. Snatch Me is the first of those tales.

I am very intrigued. What can readers expect next from you?

I just signed the contract on Blind Heat, the second in my Pantherian Passions shape shifter series. We’re in the final edits stage on Blind Heat, so it should be out soon from Ellora’s Cave.

I’m also working on a Selkie story as part of a multi-author project and that’s all I can say on that story at the moment, but I expect to have firm details on that soon.

Busy, busy! What fuels you as an author to continue to write?

Characters. As long as they keep turning up in my head with fascinating stories to tell, I’ll keep working to give them a voice.

Here's a little bit about Nara:
Whether it's a shapeshifter romance exploring the primal power of the wild feminine, or BDSM romance where love digs into a character's shadows, Nara believes romance should open the door and push lovers into a new dimension: sexually, emotionally, and sometimes physically.

Nara Malone is an award winning novelist and poet. As a freelance journalist and writer, her feature profiles on women entrepreneurs and her romantic short stories have been published in newspapers, magazines, and digital publications.

Nara lives on a small farm in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains. When she's not writing, she loves to run, hike, bike, and kayak. Every story she tells incorporates her love of animals, nature, and adventure.

You can contact her through Twitter, Face Book, or Yahoo mail. The user ID is nara_malone for all three.

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Want the blurb for Snatch Me? Here you go!
From the moment Jolie discovers the Quarterz, a virtual post-apocalyptic world for capture role-players, she can’t resist the challenge. She’s chosen a hard game, where sexual submission to a captor is expected, demanded, no quarter given. She uses the challenge to escape real life and feels a sense of kinship to a world like the Quarterz, a society too broken to fix.

Mack created the Quarterz and took a gamble when he secretly lured Jolie there. He suspects he and Jolie share sexual interests that neither can admit in person. Now he has to hope that time in the Quarterz can help Jolie cope as she struggles to rebuild her life. He has to stand back and allow her to find her way in a game where he’s not always the captor. But when the game is over, he’s determined to be the one who wins Jolie for real.


Have an excerpt of Snatch Me:

I’m hovering in the entrance to an alley. And yeah, I know there is trouble at the other end. An overturned police cruiser a few feet away is on fire, oily black smoke curls upward, fading into a blacker sky. The streetlamps here were broken so long ago there are no fragments of lens glass left under them. If those clues weren’t warning enough, No Escape is emblazoned in red spray paint across the gray cinderblock wall that marks the Quarterz entrance.

I know. I know. This is not a place girls should go alone. It’s not a place girls should go together. It’s no place for a young woman in a denim miniskirt, a translucent white tank top, no bra, no panties. But that’s what I am and that’s what I’m wearing.

Why?

I don’t know. Maybe because I’ve stopped caring. Maybe because when I’m standing here at the opening of this dark alley, that dead, empty feeling I’ve lived with these past months is washed away by a sizzle of nerves, a longing for the challenge of a fight, and a belief that I have a fair shot at winning.

I’m drawn to this place like a moth to a flame. I feel a kinship with the Quarterz—understand the hopelessness of being too broken to fix. I’ve spent three days arguing with myself, telling myself this is a bad idea, but I knew three days ago the sanest of my selves was outnumbered. I can’t be free from the pull of this place until I know why I want this. Until I’ve looked my darkest desires in the eye and walked through them.