Sunday, March 31, 2013

New Beginnings and Blisse Bunnies!!

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It's time for new beginnings! Those wonderful second chances that make life exciting and fun. Plus, Blisse Bunnies are so cute! I'm glad to be part of the hop. Click here to read the other posts and find the rest of the bunnies! Read the excerpt below and make sure you count up the bunnies. Could be one, could be more. But read on.

New beginnings and second chances are both integral to Best I Ever Had. There are three people who've been through a dangerous situation. It's what they do afterwards that is the turning point. Here, read on.

The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.
Available here

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.
Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?
Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.
Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?
Available here!

Have an excerpt:


Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “You shaved.”

Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”

“I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”

“Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.” She held her breath. She’d known about Sam and Quint’s involvement for quite a while and she liked Quint. More than she should’ve. He’d hovered in her life for the past six months and become a fixture in most things she did. With him out of the room, things felt off. Yes, she loved her husband, but she loved Quint, too.

“I want Quint to watch,” she whispered. “I do.”

“Quint?” Sam dragged his fingers over her pussy lips. “You’re sure?”

“More than ever. He’s your lover, too. Why would I count him out?” The more she talked out what she wanted, the stronger she sounded. Being honest with herself and Sam comforted her.

“Em?” Worry and confusion shone in Sam’s eyes. “When? How? We were cautious.”

“Yes, you were, but even cautious gets people into trouble.” She arched her back, showcasing her breasts. “You started this fire. Don’t let it burn out. Have him come in here or finish me yourself.”

“Quint,” Sam shouted. “Quint?”

The door creaked and footsteps padded on the floor. Quint appeared over Sam’s shoulder. “You rang?”
“Pull up a chair.” Sam kept his gaze fixed on her and rubbed his cheek along her inner thigh. “Enjoy the show.”

After he exchanged glances with her, Quint eased the rest of the way into the room. “Thank you, Jesus.” He sank down in the beat up armchair. One hand palmed his crotch while the other hand gripped the arm of the chair. “About damn time. I have permission?”

“You have mine.” Emma licked her lips. This was real. Him, Sam, all of it. Her breath lodged fast in her throat. Their first time all together and she wouldn’t change a minute of it so far.

“Do you like having him here?” Sam flattened his tongue along her sensitive skin, grazing his teeth over her labia. “Like knowing he’s hard right now? Like me tasting you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she managed. Sparks shot from her clit to her lower belly and bounced to her brain. The sensation overload overwhelmed her. “Feels good when you stroke me down there. It tingles.”
“Fuck. So soft. Silky.” Sam palmed her breast and tweaked the nipple until she cried out.


“You’re mine.” He scooted off the bed and pressed her legs open. “Mine.”

“God, that’s hot.” The click of Quint’s zipper caught her attention. “Love this.”

“Our girl is hot as hell.”




Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Ten Line Tuesday!


It's ten line Tuesday and my ten lines comes from Best I Ever Had! Only .99 at the Turquoise Morning Press (it's on sale for .70!!!) store as well as Amazon! Check it out!




The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

Available here or here!

And now for those ten hot lines!

“Did you hear something?” she asked. 
“No one’s here but you and me.” He nodded to the dining room table. “You heard the newspaper. Breeze caught it.” He stood then crossed the room to where she waited. “Going to use that on the patio? You do realize someone will see you sooner or later.” 
“I’m not worried about someone seeing me. The balcony walls are high enough. They might hear me, but unless you’re coming out to give me a hand, I’m on my own.”
“You never asked.” Quint touched her cheek. “The three of us could have the best times. All you have to do is say the word.” He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip then strolled back to his position on the couch.
Emma tipped her head and mulled over Quint’s words. He wanted to fool around?




Monday, March 25, 2013

Race Quotes of the Week

This week the circuit moved to California. I tend to dislike the bigger tracks if only because the cars get rather strung out and it's not as...exciting. This week? This ending? Holy crap! Okay, okay... here are the quotes and I'm including my "Doozy of the Week" at the end. Yes, there was a doozy!


“...On the bottom, he looks for grip and drive off the bottom...”
He’s spending a LOT of time on the bottom. Well, we know his preference.

“...Pickin’ them up and layin’ them down...”
Rough play. Nice.

“...So loose I can barely hold on to it...”
A little less baby oil might be a good thing.

“...A rim shot there...”
But he liked it.

“...Tight in the front but aero loose...”
Ooh! He really gets into his play!

And now for the Doozy of the Week:

"...four poles for him..."

Nice. 

Enjoy and stay tuned. There's always more where these came from. Grin. 



Friday, March 22, 2013

Set Ablaze with Morticia Knight!!!


I want to thank Wendi for allowing me to be at her blog today. I’ve had an awesome week. My new MM firefighter release, Set Ablaze, made the Bestseller list at All Romance today, so I’m very excited about that. It is also doing great at Amazon, and it just came out Monday. The numbers are wonderful, but that isn’t the only reason it makes me happy. This particular release means a lot to me.

My very best friend in the whole universe, and the person I live with, is a gay man. We’ve lived together for almost seven years, and I’ve experienced many of his ups and downs, know his past intimately, and we’ve shared our own trials and tribulations. When I decided to start writing GLBT themed romance, he was thrilled. He has been here with me from the beginning, and is a fantastic support system, as well as a source that I can turn to for accuracy. His experiences, as well as other experiences in my life, helped inform the intense emotional moments in this story.

I won’t get super intense with you today though, so I’ve chosen a racier moment from the book to share. Because love and romance makes all of the trials in life worth it, right? Set Ablaze is set in Mesa, Arizona, and tells the story of Tom, a young firefighter starting over in a new town, and Eric, the older Fire Chief coming out after twenty years of marriage. This is the scene where Tom accidentally walks in on Eric and catches him with his…well I’ll let you read and find out.

From “Set Ablaze”, available now from Total E Bound Publishing


It was ten p.m. when he arrived at the station, and his pulse quickened a little when he saw the light still on in the chief’s office as he pulled in the driveway. If he kept driving past the garage where the engines were kept and parked by the sleeping quarters, the office would be completely obscured from any of the guys on shift—even if they went outside for a smoke. Tom noticed a tan Ford Bronco parked at the end where the office was. That must be the chief’s ride. Exactly what he would have pictured him in.
Tom was about to continue pulling all the way in, when he thought of something. Maybe he could just drop in and thank Eric again for the opportunity. Who knew when else he might be able to see him without anyone else around?
Stupid. It’s late at night, I’m sure he doesn’t want to be bothered.
Tom sat there letting the car idle while he wrestled with his gut instinct—the one that was telling him it was a bad idea. Then a wonderful realisation hit him—he’d promised the chief he would drop off a copy of his most recent physical as he was stuttering and bumbling out of his office earlier. Tom put the car in park, and jumped out. He opened the back lift gate, and rummaged around for the paper he’d brought with him.
Yeah, it was still a little weird, but he could at least say that he’d seen the light on, and thought it would be easiest for him to drop it off on his way in to his shift. His heart thumping in his chest, Tom grabbed the document, parked his car properly, and started to walk towards the office door, surprised to note that his legs actually felt a little shaky.
I must be more tired than I realised, that’s all.
He reached the door to the building, and it was unlocked, so he went ahead and pulled it open. The waiting area and Keri’s office were completely dark, but there was a sliver of light coming from the partially opened door to the chief’s office. He heard a groan.
Oh shit, is he okay?
Tom ran forward and was about to burst into the office when he heard another voice, a younger male one.
“Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you, Mr Anderson? You like it when I squeeze your cock and play with the tip like that, don’t you? You see—you need me. I’m going to show you how much more you need me when I lick your balls and then suck the juice right out of your fucking huge cock. Here I come, baby…”
Tom heard an even louder groan, and Chief Anderson’s voice, “Oh God, Brad, I can’t believe how good that feels. But I…”
“You want me to stop? Is that it? Okay, if you don’t need my tongue doing this to you…”
Tom heard a whimper.
“Or this…”
What is he doing? What is he doing?
Tom was bombarded with a flurry of emotions—surprise, lust, jealousy, curiosity. He didn’t know what to do. God, the chief wasn’t straight after all. But if Tom got caught… He was so curious, but he didn’t dare creep any farther. He should just leave that very second.
The chief moaned some more, and Tom could tell the man was nearing climax. Christ, if he didn’t get out of there soon, he would be too. He’d need to get his boner to go down before he could even head over to start work. What a night! Tom turned around to leave, and bumped his leg against the magazine table. Without thinking, he cried out.
“Who’s there?”

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Morticia Knight Author Bio

Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM - she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on a Three-Book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest that features those yummy men in uniform, and a steampunk horror ménage.
Catch up with Morticia at: www.morticiaknight.blogspot.com  or follow her on Twitter @morticiaknight and facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/morticia.knight

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Rites of Spring with Jenna and Drake!



Rites of spring and all about firsts. Grin. My story, One More Night doesn't have a lot of first, but the characters do. Okay, most of them happen before the story, but you have to start somewhere. In the case of Drake and Jenna, they get a first time in the form of a second chance. Sometimes we don't get those second chances we want so badly to have. They do and what they do with it is so sexy. Here's a snippet:


“Drake?”
He dropped his arms and sighed. “Jen, I’m tired. I’m too old to play games, too fucked up to chase you. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. Say what you need to say.” Gritting his teeth, he hoped she hadn’t heard the fucked up part. Scars and mangled limbs aside, he hated being less of a man in her eyes.
“I never imagined things would be this way.” She picked at the hem of her dress and didn’t look at him. “For as much as I wanted to erase the past, you’re the one thing I can’t let go of.” Jenna straightened her shoulders and met his gaze. “I’m struggling to admit what I want, but I know I really do want that second chance. Madame Eve’s idea to put us together on this date wasn’t so crazy after all.”
“You want this one-night stand to keep going?”
“I do.”
His heart skipped a beat. He had her for the moment. Would she be strong enough to accept the changes in his life? Accept him fully? One thought came to mind—hope.


He's doing a first by giving her the second chance and she's taking advantage of a first--accepting who she is and what she needs. It seems like it would be simple--accepting who you are, but for some, it's really hard. That's how it is for Jenna. Her kink might not be as extreme as some kinks, but it can still be hard to understand. I hope you'll come along with Drake, Jenna, and me on this journey!


Here's a little bit more about the book:


One More Night

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



Well, there are rules below, but my personal rules are simple. If you do any of these: Like me on FacebookFollow me on twitterSubscribe to my newsletter and/or comment on the post and you're in the hat for a pdf of One More Night!

What's up for grabs for the big giveaway? 

1st Grand Prize
Kindle Fire (international)

2nd Grand Prize
$50 Amazon.com gift certificate

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Ten Line Tuesday!!



It's time for Ten Line Tuesday and I didn't want this week to pass without mentioning my newest release, Best I Ever Had. You might remember this started out as a free read over at Whipped Cream Reviews. I expanded the book and found some great surprises along the way. Check it out! Here's a little bit about the book:



The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right? Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

available here!

And now for those ten lines!

“It’s always hotter than hell right before the sun goes down.” Emma Rhodes tugged the hem of her tank top. No amount of shifting would get the air moving between her shirt and her body.

“I don’t want to be hot,” she muttered. “I don’t want to be in hiding, either.” She turned her back on the sliding doors. “Aren’t you tired of this, Quint? We live together because Sam wants to keep me safe. How crazy is that?”

“Em, it won’t be much longer. Trust Sam. I do.” Quinton Reynolds widened his stance at the front door. “He’s not here, but he does care. We won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Thanks.” Emma threw her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. She loved Quint, but some days being alone with her roommate-slash-bodyguard sucked. She missed her husband, Sam.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank the sass out of you. Bet Sam would love to watch that,” he said with a wink and released her. “He’d watch and insist I make your ass nice and pink.”


Monday, March 18, 2013

Racing Quotes of the Week


Bristol Baby! There's always a lot of bumping and running...and paint left on the walls. Cut tires and smashed cars. Oh, and lots of goofy things said. Here's my offering for the race quotes of the week.

"...huge advantage to be in front..."
Yes, I can see where it might be. Less mess.

"...trying to do something up front..."
Like...get there? Or turn around so the second person gets a chance? Hmm....

"...that trio there, they are closing in..."
For? Again, you really should clarify. Or give pictures.

"...you can throw a blanket over first through seventh..."
Maybe they planned it that way. You never know. They might be cold.

"...gotta be able to work the bottom..."
Generally helps. Though a little action on top is good, too.

"...going side by side..."
Kinky.

And the last one:
"...has to lift and wait for an opening..."
Don't they all... don't they all....

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for next week from Auto Club Speedway!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Sunday Snog - Saturday Night Special!



So since it's Sunday and it's Snoggin' Time (woo hoo!!!), thought I'd use a kiss from my July novella, Saturday Night Special. Thanks to Victoria Blisse for having the Sunday Snogs. It's so much fun. Now... about that snog...

The book is called Saturday Night Special. Enjoy!!!

Blaine took a step back. Something happened between them, but fuck if he understood what. “Don’t tell me you came here for small talk. You hate making conversation for the sake of wasting time. What’s going on?” He touched her cheek. “You aren’t even smiling. What’s wrong?”

Her shoulders sagged and a tear slipped down her cheek. The old feelings rushed back into his heart. The longing, the need, wanting to make love to her until she screamed. God, he had it bad for her. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair. “Tell me who hurt you.”

Mallory stared up at him. “No one hurt me.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara. Instead of scrambling for a tissue to fix the damage, she continued staring at him. “I had a plan when I came here. And now it’s all fucked up.”

“Oh?” He brushed a lock of her hair off her forehead. “What was that?”

“This.” She threaded her arms around his neck and bounced on her toes to meet him for a kiss.

The blood rushed from his brain to his groin. He closed his eyes. She still tasted like honey and lemon. He swept his tongue over her lips and moaned when she gave him passage. He tangled his tongue with hers and held her tight to his chest. So soft and strong in his arms. Her light whimpers and the scratch of her nails on his back added to his pleasure. He drifted away, lost in the kiss, drunk on her and in total bliss. If he had more time, he’d throw her over his shoulder and take her into the camper bay of the hauler to have his way with her.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Blaine opened his eyes. Mallory hadn’t broken the kiss. She mirrored his surprise. She slipped away from him and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. Blaine held onto her and turned his attention to the interloper.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Paws with a Cause and Nerissa!



Paws with a Cause is over, but you can still help! Nerissa offered this great post and I think you'll like it. You might even want to donate to Paws when you're doing reading it!
Here's the link to the post. I loved it and so will you! http://www.nerissaslife.com/2012/02/i-was-only-trying-to-help.html

Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs. PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog teams through education and advocacy.

Founded in 1979, Paws With A Cause is dedicated to helping its clients who are challenged by many disabilities, such as Cerebral Palsy, Muscular Dystrophy, Seizure Disorders, and Hearing Disorders to name just some. Each of our dogs are trained to meet the specific needs of our clients. Tasks may include opening and closing doors, picking up objects, pulling a wheelchair, turning lights on and off, and alerting a person to particular sounds like a telephone, doorbell, smoke detector and many others. Our dogs change lives by enhancing the independence of our clients. By just opening a door, a dog opens up the world for a person with a disability and your donations will go to making that happen. PAWS thanks you so much for your donation and allowing us to open more doors.

 Paws With A Cause
4646 South Division
Wayland, MI 49348

 How to donate:
 1. Go to https://www.everribbon.com/PawswithaCause
2. Click on "Make a Donation"
3. Enter a amount you wish to donate.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Sunburn with Rosanna Leo!


  I’d like to offer a huge thank you to Wendi for allowing me to appear today. I’m really excited to be here!
     I’m here to tell you a bit about my newest paranormal erotic romance  Sunburn, but also to chat a bit about the whole plotter vs. panster dilemma. Have you heard of this? Any author will hear these terms and probably roll her eyes because she identifies with one or the other.
     Now, a plotter is what I would dearly love to be. However, my brain is not capable of rational, logical thought. It wanders, and so despite my valiant attempts, I am somewhat of a punster.
     A plotter plots out her novel in advance, much like a traveler plots out her route. She likes to know where she’s headed, and what she’ll see when she gets there.
     A pantster likes to make it up as she goes along, hopefully enjoying the journey, keeping the plotlines fluid and open.
     For the most part, I tend to fall into the latter category although I do like to have an overall idea of how the book will end. When I first put pen to paper, I don’t always know all my characters or conflicts. I know the main ones, but they others “show up” later.
     Is this a good thing? Many writers swear by it and hate plotting it out. I am starting to get a little frustrated with being a pantster. There’s more stress involved, and although I’ve always worked well under pressure, sometimes it backfires and you have to do rewrites.
     And yet each time I’ve attempted to write out complete plots ahead of time, they change. So I ask, what’s an annoyed pantster to do? Short of throwing my manuscript out the window.
     I think the key is to blend the two schools of thought, using elements from both that will help. Plotting, while still remaining spontaneous. Sound good, right?
     Sure. I’ll be over here in the corner mulling it over…pulling my hair out as I try to finish this next scene.

It's all good. We love the books, so we'll wait :-)

Here's a little bit about Sunburn: 


Patience O’Conner is a travel blogger who lives for her work. Her dedication to her readers brings her to the famed Helios Resort in Mexico, a locale that stuns her with its beauty but at which she suffers from some very strange accidents.

Luckily, hunky resort bartender Apollo Delos is always there in the nick of time, a malcontent guardian angel. Apollo stuns Patience again and again with his life-saving
abilities, to say nothing of his smoldering looks and apparent desire to keep her alive.

Before long, Patience wonders if there is more to the sexy bartender than mixed cocktails and insane first-aid skills. Something strange is happening at Helios and Apollo doesn’t want to talk about it.

Can Patience open herself up to this enigmatic man, even though she is terrified to be vulnerable again? And can Apollo recover from an eternity of hurt and learn to trust once more? They must both decide before Death comes calling.

Sunburn Excerpt:

She approached the booth, only to find the blond bartender manning it. Her eyes almost
popped and she blurted, “You!”
He grinned, but there was still a tightness around his eyes, as if he were sizing her up.
“Hello, Patience.” His strained expression said volumes about what he considered to be
the unsuitability of her name.
She tried to ignore the sucker punch in her gut, the one that hit her as soon as his deep,
velvety voice caressed her eardrums. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar?”
His smile grew wider, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’m everywhere.”
“Clearly.” She forced herself to look away from his gorgeous face, feeling light-headed
because of the suns dancing in her eyes, the suns that seemed to come from him. To
distract herself, she touched a few of the painted bowls on display. Not that it snuffed out
those blasted suns.
He stepped closer. “Do you see anything you like?”
She choked on her saliva and coughed like a victim of the Black Death. He rushed to
calm her, putting his hand on her back, massaging. She recovered upon feeling his touch
and was hit by the bizarre, fleeting notion his touch made her recover. As if he’d healed
her.
Utter nonsense. Yet as much as it was nonsense, her head swam with the bizarre
possibility.
“Better?” he asked quietly, his face serious now.
She stared into the man’s eyes. They were blue, so very blue. “Uh, yeah, thanks.”
Curiosity got the better of her and the question poured out. “What’s your name anyway?”
He breathed in. “Apollo Delos.”
“Oh, wow,” she said, breaking into a grin. “Just like Apolo Anton Ohno! I loved him on
Dancing with the Stars!”
He got a curious look and let out a strange laugh. “Yeah. Just like him.”

Sunburn is available at http://www.lsbooks.com/sunburn-p743.php

BIO:

Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books. Her
books include For the Love of a God, Up In Flames, Sweet Hell, The Selkie and her
newest, Sunburn. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or
planning her next star-crossed love affair.

www.rosannaleo.blogspot.com 
www.facebook.com/rleoauthor1
www.twitter.com/LeoRosanna
www.goodreads.com/author/show/5826852.Rosanna_Leo
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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

March Madness!!




March Madness: That time of year when women across the country are left to their own devices during the NCAA basketball playoff tournament. Sure we could do some early spring cleaning, catch up on laundry, organize closets, and throw out all the junk in the garage/attic, but where's the fun in that? So, instead of work, we thought we'd host our version of March Madness: A prize filled hop presented by some of the best names in romance. And we've made it easy for you to join in.

 Simply hop from blog to blog—the links are below—and “follow”, “Like”, “Friend” etc. the authors sites then leave a comment on their blog post. Each author is running their own giveaway as well as participating in the Rafflecopter Grand-Prize Giveaway of a Kindle Fire OR Nook Color, A $50 Amazon/B&N Gift Card, A $25 Amazon/B&N Gift Card, and 6 - $10 Amazon/B&N Gift Cards, as well as a “basket” of books. The event is live from March 5 – March 31st, 2013 to give you plenty of time to tour all the sites.


It's time for March Madness. Now I'm not big on basketball. I understand it for the most part, but I've never been much for watching it. That's me. My March Madness? Nascar, my favorite sport has started! So what do you have to do for this hop? Well, there are rules below, but my personal rules are simple. If you do any of these: Like me on Facebook, Follow me on twitter, Subscribe to my newsletter and/or comment on the post and you're in the hat for a pdf of Ever Fallen in Love, my NASCAR novella. Yep! Easy!

Available here!

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?

available here!

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Monday, March 11, 2013

New Release!! Best I Ever Had

Since I got busted on Facebook for promoting my book (apparently I'd posted info about the book in too many groups... but isn't that what the groups are for? Anyway, here's to my latest release and a white hot book, if I do say so myself. 


BEST I EVER HAD by Wendi Zwaduk
available here!
A Dirty Bits Short Novella 
The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.
All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.
Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?
Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.
Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?
Warning: Graphic language and adult situations; intended for age 18 and over.
Release:  March 10, 2013
Category Fiction, Erotica/Erotic Romance (multiple partners, menage)
Rating/Heat Level: Erotica
Length: Short Novella, 11,000 words
ISBN: 9781622371273
Ebook Price: $0.99Digital Download - Available Formats - EPUB, PRC/MOBI, LIT, LRF, PDF

Race Qyotes of the Week!



I've decided to move the Race Quotes to the day after the race...got to relive the race. Grin. So here are my quotes! Enjoy!!

"...Really long extended..."

Goodness... extended what?

"...Really long extended run and any performance issues will come up now..."

Well, yeah... after a long run, there has GOT to be issues. No one lasts forever.

"...Tucked him up tight in the corner and rubbed fenders..."

Hinky. Is that like code for rubbed thighs?

"...A couple of shots at the front..."

Sounds like a party to me!

"...Got a good one underneath him today..."

That's awful nice to say. I bet he appreciates it.

Enjoy the quotes. I had a great time collecting them and sharing them with you! Check back next week for more from Vegas!





Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sunday Snoggin' with 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...still. Grin. The characters are being themselves. What can I say? 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, March 9, 2013

Smut Alfresco is out Now!!


Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy
Felthouse.

From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.

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alfresco/

*****

*****

Being Free

By Lucy Felthouse

Violet slammed down the lid of her laptop with far more force than was necessary. She flinched,
thinking perhaps she might have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internal
components. Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was her work’s computer,
after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replace it. And it would serve them right, too.
Bastards.

The reason she was pissed off was the fact she was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous
afternoon her useless boss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday,
no matter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for the weekend, meaning it
was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. It wouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a
pay rise for two years, and when she went above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a
thank you, let alone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened,

either.

Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be a doormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try
and sack her—she wasn’t doing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life
any more hellish than it already was.

She stood up sharply, sending her swivel chair careening backwards across the room until it hit the
wall. She shrugged again, she still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust a hole in
the plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove or disprove that it had been an
accident.

Pausing to switch the lights off—she was pissed off at her employers, not the environment—she
left the offices, setting the alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe card
into her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell to pay for her stunt on
Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, she was just desperate to get out. Into the
countryside, or, given she was in central London, to a green space, at the very least.

From where she worked, Green Park was probably the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and
Kensington Gardens were bigger, so she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could
just be by herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with other people.

*****

Links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk and http://victoriablisse.co.uk

*****
Private Hideaway by Wendi Zwaduk


“That,” he inched the Jeep forward, “is our lot number.” Torin drove down the winding path to a secluded area of the campground. No other campers or vehicles were visible. He pulled into a gravel path next to a log cabin. Bright orange mums and daisies blossomed in front of the weathered grey building. “There. We’re off the grid. Kind of.” He whipped out a set of keys. “These are the keys to our private hideaway. No one will bother us because no one knows we’re here. We’ve got a dock and a whole open field down the hill a little ways. Plus, I have a surprise for you.”

Zoe rolled her eyes. They were standing on front of a wooden cottage in the middle of a deserted campground. What possible surprises could he have up his sleeve?

Torin slipped out of the vehicle and walked out of her line of sight. Within moments, he returned with a huge bouquet of roses. “These are for you, my love.”

“Thank you.” She buried her face in the sweet crimson blossoms. “You know how much I love these.” Zoe wrapped her free arm around his waist. “Question. How do you know we won’t be interrupted? We’ve had the paparazzi on our tails for the last six  months.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Torin offered his hand. “I want to go for a walk.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. Zoe melted into his touch, threading her arms around his neck. His tongue tangled with hers. Torin hoisted her off the packed earth, then carried her into the cabin. The door slapped on the wall and His growl ripped through her thoughts. “Fuck. Can’t wait.”

His thrusts turned feral and his panting filled the air. He nudged her higher up on the mattress, then rested on his knees and hand. Each thrust rocked her to her core. Torin kept his gaze fixed on her, then released his grasp on her breast.

“Come with me,” he panted. “Come for me, love.”

Until he gave her the command, she hadn’t realised she’d been holding in her climax. Zoe arched her back and crossed her ankles at the small of his back. She dug her nails into his shoulders, despite his T-shirt, and closed her eyes. The tingles turned into a full blown tidal wave of lust and desire in her veins. She cried out and her entire body tensed.

“Fuck.”

Friday, March 8, 2013

Paws With a Cause for Kimberly Koz





I'm reposting this with permission from Kimberley Koz. Read on and have some tissues ready!
I remember Valentine's Day 1993 because the love of my life joined my family.


I'm not speaking of my husband, although he is indeed the LOVE of my life. I'm speaking of my tabby, Buddy.

We lived in a small patio home in Jacksonville, Florida with my Turkish Angora, Genny, and my Tortoiseshell, Mandy. I also had numerous stray cats thanks to a feral mother who was impossible to trap, and littered my neighborhood for several years until I lured her into a cage with grilled salmon sauteed in butter.

On that particular Valentine's Day, Ray was in the front yard hacking away at an Oleander bush. The thing was poisonous and he had a horrible skin rash on his arms every time he pruned it. I have a memory of standing in the garage, looking toward the driveway where Ray was sitting, sharpening a tool...and I saw he had a cat watching him. "Who's your little buddy?" I asked. "Don't know," he responded. "Haven't seen this one before."

At first I thought I hadn't either, but something about the tabby struck a familiar chord with me. A couple years before Angel, the feral littering my yard, gave birth at Christmas. Ray and I came home from Eve services to find six kittens crowding our front doorstep. "Is this a joke?" Ray shouted. The kittens scattered. Angel had been in the habit of bringing me her kits to take care of, so she could go back to being footloose and fancy free. The slut. The following week she brought her kittens back to me, this time into my yard, where she left them during the day. Naturally I fed them and provided a dog house for their shelter.



One of them had the roundest big eyes I'd ever seen on a cat. At the time I thought, this one will disappear. Someone in the neighborhood will adopt it. I couldn't. I had two cats inside a cupboard of a house. No more room! Sure enough, days later, I didn't see the buggy-eyed kitten with the others.

Two years later, the tabby watching Ray hack apart the Oleander had the same big round eyes. He also had a weird, reedy voice and I could hear him breathing across the room! I asked around as to who owned him, but while several neighbors knew him, no one claimed him. I got him neutered, vaccinated, and the vet determined he had a polyp growing in his nasal cavity.
Christmas Card 1999 (1st shot, only shot!)

For Ray it was also love at first sight, so adding Buddy to our cat family wasn't up for discussion. However, Genny and Mandy felt like their Girls Only clubhouse had been invaded by a boy, with all his weird breathing, yowling, and smells. He loved to chase them, and pounce. But his noisy breathing alerted them to his whereabouts and they were able to outmaneuver him.

Then, while I was in New York at a writers conference, Ray took Buddy to Gainesville for surgery at their veterinary training hospital. When he asked how Buddy was doing and the techs said, "He's eating like a little hog!" Now that he could breathe, everything smelled wonderful to him. On the way home, over an hour drive, Buddy sat in Ray's lap, joyfully rubbing his face against Ray's neck and chin. Ahem. Ray is allergic to cats. By the time he arrived home his skin looked like he had done battle with another Oleander bush. He said he didn't care.

Buddy's return home was not celebrated by my girls. In fact, they were horrified because now they could no longer hear him breathe, and were continually caught off guard when he pounced or chased.

Buddy's life with us has had more ups than downs. He loved to run, and often would dash out the front door after one of the strays, to lead us on a merry chase throughout the neighborhood. It got to the point where we kept a stadium seat cushion by the front door to block him when we entered. We called it The Buddy Buster.

Buddy's yearn to run was compensated when we bought a treadmill, and after we showed him how it worked, he would eagerly jump on and trot, usually when one of us held a milk ring in front of him. When we sold our house, the buyer wanted to buy Buddy after watching him on the treadmill. Years later, perhaps 3 years ago, we purchased another treadmill having sold our original one. Ray was in the process of assembling it when Buddy ambled over and crawled onto it. He remembered! We turned it on at a snails crawl and bless his heart, he walked down memory lane.

By the way, those plastic circles that held the top on new milk jugs were a huge hit with my cats, but especially Buddy. He carried one everywhere. And my cats loved to stash them around the house. I still recall how horrified I was when my friend's kids came over and discovered...thousands I'm thinking...under my sofa!

Buddy loved to fetch. Milk rings didn't fly so far, but a tiny toy gorilla did, and he would run after it, and bring it back to us in his mouth.

He also enjoyed what we called "Surfing Buddy" when he would ride the carpet runner while we pulled it around the room. Hanging Twelve was a fun past time in our house.

Buddy's personality never wavered. Fun, friendly, eager to pleased. He slept with us the first night he joined our family, draped over my leg in order to prop himself up to breathe. After a few nights I moved him to lie draped over my left arm, and that's where he slept for 18 years.

We moved from Jacksonville in 1999 to Richmond, Kentucky where we lived in a too big house on 5 acres surrounded by woods...at the top of the steepest hill imaginable. We moved not only our 3 inside cats, but also the 6 outside cats that I could not bear to leave behind.

In 2003 I noticed Buddy was drinking more and more water, and looked much thinner. He had diabetes. Insulin shots were ordered once a day, and for a time it had a sad effect on him. He didn't come upstairs to bed, and would sleep on the couch. He seemed depressed. It eventually occurred to me that he didn't have the strength to climb the stairs, so every night I'd carry him up, and put him in bed, and his normal cheeriness soon returned.

Every day after work I'd take Buddy outside to walk with his leash. I still remembered his mad dashes through our Florida neighborhood, and wasn't taking any chances when I had acres of woods surrounding us. At first we walked a short distance on our driveway, but eventually he seemed stronger, and I would take him to where Ray had a huge stack of wood from the numerous trees he felled. Sawing down trees had become Ray's favorite past time, but that's another story.


Buddy would eagerly jump onto the lowest log, then scramble over the length of the log pile, that stretched at least twenty feet. The walking helped his pancreas kick in, and one day, I found him crying with fear. I'd given him his insulin, unaware his pancreas was working. I rushed him to emergency, naturally this happened at night, after hours, where they treated him.This happened two more times over the course of the next ten years. It always caught me off guard.

The love of Buddy's life arrived in 1994. Holly, a seal point Siamese with Liz Taylor blue eyes, was found by Ray at work. She'd apparently crawled into a car motor...and lost her tail. It was bad. The vet didn't have hope she would live. She was only 3 lbs but clearly an adult cat.
1st photo of Holly
But no one told Holly how sick she was. She lived, and Buddy fell in love. They spent the next 18 years together, side by side, like a little old married couple where she gave him hell as only a Siamese can do, and in return he deliberately stepped all over her while trying to get off the bed. Holly passed away in April 2011 at approximately 20 years old. Buddy was noticeably depressed afterward, and so we brought him into our bedroom to spend his golden years away from the younger turks who now shared our homes. 

These days, Buddy is arthritic and his mad dash days are pretty much done. When he stumbled on the pet stairs trying to get off the bed, Ray bought a dog ramp and taught him how to use it. He sleeps a lot, eats a lot, pees a lot. His special diabetes food does horrible things to his BMs, but he's a joy and we celebrate every day he's still with us.

Because he receives insulin twice a day, Buddy now travels everywhere with me, staying at hotels when we vacation, or in a chalet when we went to Gatlinburg. He has traveled to Michigan more than twenty times, and is so familiar with the routine, knowing there is a fourteen hour trip ahead of him, he makes sure he has a BM shortly after the wheels are moving...which causes us to shriek, stop, and deal with the poop bomb. His travel buddy now is Herman, and while they don't indulge in cuddle piles, Buddy seems to enjoy having a companion on those long trips in the van.

Watching him wind down every day, knowing the end is near wrenches our hearts. And yet we can't complain.  We are blessed to have had Buddy for so many years, despite his diabetes. I have a baby monitor in my upstairs office to listen to him in my bedroom for when he cries for food. Or cries to have his litter box cleaned (oh yeah, its so bad even Buddy wants the sh*t gone!) Or cries because Opie jumped the baby gate and is eating Buddy's uber-expensive food.

At night he no longer sleeps draped over my left arm. His arthritis is in his legs and spine, making it painful for him to turn, much less walk. He sleeps at my feet on a warming mat, with several night lights burning so he can find his way down the dog ramp when nature calls. He has cataracts, is hard of hearing, but his nose still works and he loves rib-eye steak, something he had for the first time on vacation in Gatlinburg.
my favorite photo
Tonight we celebrate not only Valentine's Day, but twenty wonderpurr years with the best tabby we've ever known. In honor of his special day, we're getting a take out of rib-eye. I can already picture him licking his lips, purring up a storm.




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