Showing posts with label Erotica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erotica. Show all posts

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 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

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Ten Line Tuesday!



Ten quick lines from a a newly contracted story! It's called Private Hideaway and features the characters from Love of My Life. I hope you enjoy!!

“Fuck, this won’t be long.” Torin climbed between her thighs, then tapped his erection on her clit. The move turned her insides to jelly and electrical sparks fizzled in her veins. She hooked her legs around his waist and eased him into her pussy.

“Yeah, babe. Like that. Tight and so fucking wet.” Torin gripped her hips, pushing himself inside her to the hilt. He moved within her, massaging her pussy with every inch of his cock. “Fuck.”

His voice echoed in the cabin. A lock of his hair slipped over his brow. Torin’s brows knotted and his eyelids drooped. His smooth thrusts turned frantic and his balls slapped her ass. He shoved one hand up under her tank top and palmed her breast. Her nipple pebbled under his touch. She squeezed her cunt around his dick, holding him inside her. Her heart pounded and she gasped for breath.






Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Ten Lines from Love of My Life!



Today I thought I'd share a snippet, ten lines, from Love of My Life, from the Smut in the City anthology. Grin. Love this story. Hopefully, you do, too.



“Let me take your mind off your problem.” He turned her around and held her in his arms, albeit loosely. Torin began to sway and sing. “I’ve never found a woman like the love of my life.”

She sagged against him and clutched his shirt. She figured he’d try to get into her pants. Zoe rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. She settled into the rhythm of his movements, transfixed by him.

“You broke my heart, so I gave you your freedom,” he sang. “My mistake to live with for so long. How can I say I was wrong?”

Zoe processed his words. She’d heard the song a thousand times on the radio, but never with the passion and pain in his voice. Tears shimmered in her eyes. She shouldn’t melt into him. Shouldn’t want him so much.


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Monday, January 21, 2013

VIVA JONES – HER SECRET GARDEN


Thanks so much to Wendi for allowing me to be a guest on her blog.   

I lived in London for many years, loving both the city’s vitality and energy, as well as its ability to be calm and peaceful, in parks and gardens and of course roof top terraces.  For Smut in the City I loved the idea of a successful woman running her own company in the middle of Soho, who needs a peaceful retreat amidst the hubbub of daily life.  I also loved the idea of a wildly desirable gardener turning her neat and well-managed life upside down.  Neither is quite who the other thinks they are, and the more they find out, the more they warm to each other after a less than promising start.  I like to think they might make it as a couple, but then, I’ve always been wildly optimistic!

Excerpt from Her Secret Garden by Viva Jones:

           As promised, Fox’s quote arrived at five o’clock, and it was comprehensive and professional, without the split infinitives and misplaced apostrophes that she was always compelled to correct.  Would she give him another chance?  
            Of course she would, Ashley realised in that second; her desires were stronger than she was.  She couldn’t imagine letting someone like Fox out of her life so easily.  She called him.
            ‘I’ve decided to forgive you for your earlier impertinence,’ she said. 
            ‘Good,’ he replied simply.  ‘I’ll start on Monday.’
            Monday seemed an eternity away.   ‘Can’t we discuss it over the weekend?’ she asked.  ‘Exactly which types of pot and which plant, and where they might go?’
            ‘I have three kids and a dog.  I don’t do weekends.’
            Ashley felt flattened.  Of course he was married.  And he was probably one of those men who was relentlessly faithful to his wife, which naturally made him all the more desirable.  ‘I understand.  Monday it is.’
The weekend stretched like a rambling rose, climbing languidly up a brick wall, and Ashley found herself browsing through gardening magazines and websites, suddenly passionate about potting and planting, topiary and pruning.  She pored over Fox’s company website, looking for clues about his private life, but it was deceptively vague, referring only to his having given up a financial career in the City to take up horticultural studies, and the business he’d run for the last ten years. 
            Monday brought a fine spring morning, and Ashley wore a floral silk skirt, a plain white T-shirt and a lacy cardigan, with her favourite high heels.  As Fox strode in through the office, she took a deep breath – not only at the sight of him, but at the trail of mud he left on her carpet.  It would clean, she told herself.  She’d get someone on to it.
‘How are you this fine morning?’ he asked with that smile that could wilt the sturdiest of roses.
            ‘Good, thank you, and you?’ she asked with uncharacteristic nervousness as she led him up the stairs. 
            ‘I’ll be needing to shift pots, plants and earth today,’ he told her once they’d reached the roof.  ‘Don’t worry,’ he added quickly, as if reading her mind. ‘I’ll lay down protective covering, there won’t be any mess.’  She was grateful for his sensitivity, until he added with a grin,  ‘I can tell how precious your carpet is to you.  You probably spent ages agonising over the exact shade, didn’t you?’
            Ashley flushed because of course she had, but wasn’t about to admit it.  All morning, as she tried to concentrate on her producers’ monthly budget reports, Ashley watched Fox coming and going, carrying pots, plants and large bags of earth through the office to the roof.  With every trip he seemed to shed a layer – first the jacket and hat went, then the loose checked shirt.  On his next trip the T-shirt had been pulled out from the waist of his khaki trousers, revealing tanned, muscular arms and a tantalising glimpse of hair on his taut stomach.
By lunch time she couldn’t stand it any longer and climbed up the staircase to find him sitting on an upturned pot, eating a sandwich.  He moved aside and indicated that she joined him, and as she sat down, fearing the worst for her skirt, she got a whiff of masculinity that made her instantly aroused.  It wasn’t a smell that said I’m stinky and need a shower, but one that said, I’m masculine and earthy and physical, and I work hard.  It was a smell Ashley could have inhaled all day if he’d only let her.

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Viva Jones is the London-born author of several erotic short stories which aim to combine sex and sensuality with a dash of humour.  Her stories have appeared in several of Xcite Books’ print and e-anthologies, and she has recently become an author for Mischief Books, featuring in the upcoming collection Brief Encounters.  She was a winner of sex toy company Lovehoney’s 2012 erotic writing competition, with her story appearing in the anthology Take Your Partner.  Her first full-length erotic novel, The Summer of Aphrodite, will be published by House of Erotica later this year.  When not writing she loves cooking and gardening, and is really rather respectable.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Celebrating Smut in the City Week with a Smutty Sunday Snog!





Since I've been celebrating Smut in the City week all week, I thought I'd share my Sunday Snog from my short in the Smut in the City anthology! Mine's called Love of My Life. Want a copy of Smut? Get yours at Amazon or ARe. And keep watching, I've got more smut coming up this week with Viva Jones and a little bit about my story, too!!

Now here's my snog!!

“I’m untying you and removing the blindfold, but you’re still in my command.” She turned him around and worked the knot on the silk. “Mine.”

Torin stood still while she removed the blindfold. He blinked. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I do belong to you.”

“Help me out of these pesky clothes.”

Torin eased the hem of her shirt up over her head. “May I kiss you?”

“I hope so.” She stared up into his eyes. “I want you to.”

Giving in to his request meant she’d given up more control, but she didn’t care. She preferred to have him run the show. Torin wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other hand popped the button on her jeans. He licked the seam of her mouth. She opened to him and sucked on his tongue.

Torin broke the kiss first. “Fuck. I can’t wait.” He hooked his fingers into the belt loops of her jeans and tugged both the denim and her panties to the floor. He freed one of her legs from the pants, then placed her on the bed. “Mine.”

“Am I?” She braced herself for his response. “You’ve said it a lot, but I can’t make love to you if you’re not giving me everything. Do you love me?”

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Ten Line Tuesday!!



This is from a shifter story I've already submitted. I love the story and hope you (as well as the editors) do, too. Grin. It's tentatively titled, Dual Threat. Enjoy!!

“It’s crazy.” She fumbled with her buckle. “I don’t know what you two have planned, but I’m scared and excited.”

Evan left the door open, but didn’t leave. “Why? Afraid we’ll bite?”

“I’m not worried about the biting.” She chuckled. “You’re tigers. Biting has to factor in somewhere.”

“Then what is it?”

“Our friendship. I know what I want to do tonight and once we cross that threshold, there’s no going back. Are we sure we want to take whatever we’ve got between us to the next level?”

“Lines are meant to be crossed.”

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday!!!


romangorielov / 123RF Stock Photo



Having a mate can be a pain. Having three…now that’s unheard of…

Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she’d agreed to do. As a human, she’d had her pick of willing males to warm her bed. As a creature of the night, she’s striking out.

Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn’t care. He’s loved her since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was. Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side, too?

Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period. Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with an adorable human thrown in for fun.

Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they’ve built in the name of passion?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mm sex, anal play, ménages of the mmf, mfm, and mmfm persuasions, as well as lots of biting and spanking. They’re having one hell of a party.


Available here in February!!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!



Like chocolate? Love Romance? Then this week's ten lines will be your undoing. Yes, Ten lines from my chocolate inspired short story. Enjoy!

“No, don’t do that. Breathe,” he said. “You’re too concave otherwise. Dumont wants healthy looking models. Not real sure why he insisted on you.” The camera man jumped behind the camera and clicked more images.

“I don’t question your pictures, don’t question my choices.” Simon leaned over the camera man. “I want a gold chain in that shot, though. Make the chocolates look more elegant and up the decadence quotient.” He rounded the camera and removed the thick gold chain from his neck. “Like this.”

Elysa met Simon’s gaze as he draped the expensive jewellery over her belly. Her heart ached. Of the men she’d dated, he’d been the only one to show her true kindness.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

One More Night of Decadence!





To celebrate the give a reader contest for Decadent Publishing, I thought I'd share something from my story, One More Night. Leave a comment on the post and do the rafflecopter at the bottom to be entered to win a Nook filled with Decadent books, including mine! Click here to keep hopping once you read the post! NOTE: The Nook is available only to US residents, but the books we can email anywhere, so DO enter.

Here's a picture that goes along with my story, One More Night.



You might be wondering what Christmas lights have to do with an erotic romance, especially one that takes place at an airport. Well, lots.

DH was a pilot at a small airport when we started dating. I remember going to the airport to fly for dates. Granted we didn't go too far, but we had a good time and he got practice. For our dates otherwise, we'd hang out in our dorm rooms. Yep, we met in college. And one of the things I remember was his penchant for decorating with Christmas lights. So when the couple has their date, courtesy of Madame Eve, there had to be Christmas lights.

Now, if you're in a relationship, what are some of the little things that makes you think of your partner? If you're not, that's okay. What are little things you like done for you? Let me know in the comments. Each comment gets you entered to win the reader!

And for your viewing pleasure, here's a great video, courtesy of JoAnne Kenrick

And since I have your attention, here's a little bit about One More Night.

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

Available here!

Now go forth and rafflecop and hop! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Last Day of the Tour!




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

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Saturday Night Special


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


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

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

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

“What?”

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

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Blisse Kiss Under the Mistletoe ~ Someone Like You




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Available here, here, here and here!

And now for that Snog!!

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

“Um…so do it?”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“I need to tell you something.”

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

What the? Wednesday...Ten Things You Didn't Know About...Please Remember Me

Since release day was Monday and I'm still pretty jazzed (who wouldn't be?), I thought since today's gonna be super busy, why not make today 10 Things About PRM?

Here goes:

10. I wrote the story in outline form over two years ago. Scratched it out in a notebook.

9. I wrote the outline while watching a dirt race in the rain. Yup. It rained. We sat in my truckbed, edge of the track, nice plush lawn chairs of our own, ate fried chicken and I wrote during the yellow flags.

8. Marlon is based on Ewan McGregor in the third Star Wars Movie (the one that came out last). Yeah, I'm a sucker for almost middle aged Obi Wan.

7. Jade is curvy in PRM, but she's not Rubenesque. She was Paris Hilton thin in Right. Now she's what her doctor calls a healthy weight. But she's now giggling and saying I need to write a Rubenesque character.

6. Crawford, Ohio is based on where I grew up. The downtown where Jade walks is actually taken from the downtown of my kid-hood.

5. Judi is a real person. I knew her very well, miss her constant laughter and her grousing at me for drinking soda.

4. I've always wanted to name a pet Mrs. Nesbit. Dunno why, other than it was in an old episode of the Monkees. No, I wasn't old enough to have seen it live--that's about 12 years before my time. Reruns! I liked the name. In PRM, I got to use it.

3. Tantrum is the name of a cat that belonged to a friend of mine. I thought, upon hearing the name, that is a FABULOUS name for a cat. They throw tantrums all the time, just in a very sophisticated, here's my rectum sort of way. Had to use the name.

2. Marlon drives a Jeep. Little did I know when writing it, that I'd soon OWN a Jeep.

1. I have no idea which story is going to come after PRM. I've had requests for Maggie and Ray's story, but there's the issues with Les and Levi, and new characters that want to talk...so the follow up is anyone's guess right now. :-)

Hope you enjoyed my little jaunt down the backstage of PRM. Heck, grab a copy and let me know what you think.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Ten Things You Didn't Know About...My Immortal

Thought I'd touch on my novella, My Immortal, this week. This was a favorite to write (aren't they all) and I loved Storm's character. I've told the story about how he informed me he was a vampire plenty of times, but here's some factoids you might not have known....

10. Stevie's name comes from Stevie Nicks. Yup. Can't tell I listened to a lot of Fleetwood Mac, can you?

9. Stevie's name is also what my folks wanted to call me, but my mother outlawed the name. Dunno...guess I don't look much like a Stephanie anyway.

8. Persing is a little tribute to my great gramma. It's her maiden name.

7. The main drag of the town is remarkably like the main drag of the town I grew up in.

6. I've always wanted a Camaro...so Stevie got one instead.

5. The name Bruce Tripp was snagged from NASCAR. If you watched the Camping World Truck Series, there is a crew chief named Tripp Bruce. 100% honest truth.

4. Storm didn't bother to tell me right away he was from Salem and it was a pain because then I had to research him and listen to him cackle when I got information wrong.

3. There's a driver mentioned in the story, Tucker Poston. He's the very first character I ever came up with for a romance novel. He's also got his own story coming out August 15th from TEB.

2. I found out the editor wanted to contract the story through an IM at 2 AM my time. Yeah, I squeed really softly. Scared the living berserkers out of my BFF when I IM'ed her.

1. Allan and Todd haven't bothered to tell me if they are a couple or not. Todd's response was a grunt and Allan said "a couple of what?" Men. And Gypsy wants to be involved with both, but they aren't exactly sure what to make of her yet.

Here's the blurb:
What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340 year old vampire?

Run like hell or offer her heart.


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

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

This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback. Includes smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Desiree Holt and Downstroke Here Today!

One of my favorite authors, Miss Desiree Holt is here today to talk about her new book, Downstroke. I've been reading her books for quite a while and got the opportunity to meet her last year at the Lori Foster Reader/Author Get Together. I can honestly say she's one of the authors I look up to.

Welcome! I'm so glad you could stop by!! You're well known for your action packed suspense books, why the suspense story versus maybe a simple boy meets girl?

I think because I’m addicted to action and suspense movies. I grew up reading mysteries rather, lived near an Air Force base, had a fascination with all things law enforcement than romance and because in my mind the alpha male is connected with action and suspense. And I love a good heart pounding story.

Absolutely. I could watch A-Team over and over and never get tired of it. I just love music and the music industry. I'd love to know what was the inspiration behind Downstroke?

I have to go back to the ten years I spent in the music business managing rock and country performers and the influence it had on me. I was listening to an old tape of a concert one of my bands had opened for and remembering the electricity in the air and the magic of the night. And then I met a man who in my mind looked like the prototype of a hero I was doodling around with. So between the music and the guy Dallas Creed was born. And while it is a suspense-there I go with the action again!-it really is at its heart a love story of two people who have to put twenty years of bitterness behind them and faced what has become a mature love. It’s a character study as much as a suspense story with the music industry as a backdrop. So. Three things I love that all came together for this.

Sounds exciting. I'll bet its a true treasure trove of info for books. Since I'm a newer writer, what wisdom do you have to pass down to new or pre-pubbed authors?

Get out there and develop a presence for yourself. Don’t overdo it, but join Yahoo groups and identify yourself. Take opportunities to let people know who you are and what you write about. Talk to other authors to find out the sites that have worked the best for them. Ask other authors if you can join in chats with them, blog with them, anything that will get your name out there. Get a Facebook and Twitter page. Make people aware of you. And always be respectful. Never, ever whine on the Internet about anything, It will come back to bite you.

Absolutely. You never know what will end up being a thorn in the side. Good idea to be cautious. Your book, Downstroke, is set in the music industry. What is your favorite music?

Country rock, definitely.

Yay! Another country music fan. I use country when I write, too. Did any specific music inspire the story?

An album called Duets with Emmy Lou Harris and others who partnered with her. Especially the song, We Believe In Happy Endings.

I grew up listening to Emmy Lou Harris. Her and a bunch of Patsy Cline. Since we're talking about music, if you could create a soundtrack to the story, what would it include?

The song I just named along with some Toby Keith and Lady Antebellum.

Toby Keith strikes me as the kind of guy who would be an ideal Desiree Holt hero, too. Now its time to switch to some silly questions. If you can't have fun, what fun is there? Heels or flats?

Flats. Most definitely.

I'm so short, heels are my lifeline. :-) Favorite vacation destination? (And has this influenced your writing?)

Any place in Texas and yes, it has absolutely influenced it.

Never been to the Lone Star state, but I'd love to go. If I peeked into your reading selections, what are you reading right now?

A Creed in Stone Creek by Linda Lael Miller

That book was fantastic. Great hero. Since we're talking shop, what are some of your favorite authors?

Oh, way too many to name. I’d be sure to leave out someone important. But I do credit Joey Hill with inspiring me.

Joey Hill is one of my "I want to grow up to be" authors. It's raining here, so my next question is, thunderstorms or sunny weather?

Sunny weather.

And last but not least (since I know I've been known to soapbox), what's your pet peeve?

Rude people and people who whine.

That goes with your advice not to whine online. Makes perfect sense. You never know how it wil come back on you. I'm so glad you could stop by. And since we're talking about your books, I thought I'd share the blurb for Downstroke?

It’s been twenty years since Charley Roper and Dallas Creed parted with great bitterness. In that time she’s made a career for herself with the FBI and private security and he’s been a country rock music icon…tumbled to the bottom and risen again. Now someone’s trying to kill him and Morgan Creed wants Charley to protect his brother and find out who’s after him. When they meet again after all this time it’s obvious the chemistry is still there, stronger than ever. They’re older but are they wiser? Caught up in the bitter wash of memories and the tension of a killer in stalking mode, Charley and Dallas begin a roller coaster ride that is emotional erotic and suspenseful. Is their love strong enough after twenty years to pull them back together?

Twenty years ago Dallas Creed and Charley Roper were lovers with their entire future
ahead of them. Until they split. Badly. Now he’s a country rock icon who made it to the top, hit bottom but is back at the top of his game. And Charley’s the private security specialist hired to protect him from an unknown killer in stalking mode. Caught up in the bitter wash of memories they begin a roller coaster ride that is suspenseful, emotional and erotic. Is their love strong enough to erase the past and bring them back together before the killer strikes again?


Oh, this is going on my TBR list. But to wet the whistle a little more....here's an excerpt of Downstroke:
I felt unwelcome tears prick my eyelids. Me, the woman who, these days, thought of emotions as a disease. His voice was stronger now, the essence of it so much more mature. How had I missed such talent back then? Missed what he was really meant to do? But I knew the answer. I’d been so involved in plans—plans for my career, for his, for our future. A future I simply created without really talking to him about it. Assumptions can just kill you.

The song built to its amazing finish, the rhythm guitars and the strong bass emphasized by the pounding drumbeat, until they reached the final chord, the final notes. Dallas tilted his head back, arm raised upward, and suddenly everything stilled. He removed his guitar and set it on a stand, then bowed his head to the audience. Noise erupted like fireworks, the crowd cheering and whistling and stamping its feet, and screaming his name.

The sheer stage magnetism of the man and the incredible quality of his music would have stirred a dead person. I had clapped along with the others, tapping my foot to the beat. I was breathless, despite my intention not to be affected.

He bowed his head once more then waved to the crowd as he jogged back to the wings. I noticed he skipped his usual walk along the edge of the stage to shake the hands of those who’d crowded their way up there. A safety feature, I was sure. I was also sure it was Morgan who’d insisted on it.

The crowd stayed on its feet, the applause resonating, the band playing the chorus over and over until the house lights came up and they finally realized Dallas Creed was done for the night. The entire performance had been amazing. Polished. Electric. Emotional. The adjectives piled up on top of each other in my head and still they missed the mark. Dallas Creed had a magic you didn’t get with practice. It came from inside the soul. Why hadn’t I seen it all those years ago?

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Monday, March 28, 2011

Sorry...Had Chores to Get Done....

Sorry. I know I shouldn't start a post with sorry, but I had to feed cattle and fuel the tractors. If I don't get out there early and get the chores done, then they won't get done. The kitties will go hungry and the cattle will grouse, so...

My name is Marley. I own twenty head of cattle and about a hundred acres of mostly hay fields. My brother owns the farm next door. He's got forty head of cattle, but he uses his two hundred fifty acres for pasture and soy beans. We work together and it seems to be working. He can keep farm hands a little easier than I can. For some reason, the guys around town get this idea that I can't run the farm. They think they need to defer to my ex-husband. I'm sorry. I'm thirty-two. I've got a degree. I'm not stupid.

Men.

Things can only get worse if my best friend's brother shows up. Ok, I don't say this often, but he's hot. He is. Sweet. Muscles. Tattoos...just enough piercings to look dangerous. Plays the guitar. Sings well enough to command an audience. Yeah, he's sexy.

But he's also dangerous. He was my first and the only man to break my heart. If he comes back, he'll want someone to get him out of a jam. I love him, but I can't be around him. Murphy's law would send him right to my doorstep.

I hope (not).

I've gotta go. Looks like Dolly's ready to have her kittens. C-ya!

Saturday, February 26, 2011

News!! I'm So Excited and I Just Can't Hide It!

News!! If you've read my blog for any length of time, then you'd know I've always got a couple (fifteen) irons in the fire. I can't help it. I like being busy. I've also been sitting on this news for about a week. I wanted to conclude the tour before I unleased the news!

So what is this news?


I turned in the sub for Please Remember Me and a sub entitled What Might Have Been. I am happy to say, both titles have been contracted by Total-E-Bound Publishing. I am thrilled. Please Remember Me is near and dear to my heart because I got to incorporate one of my dearly departed friends, a woman named Judi, into the story. She passed away a couple of years ago, but my experiences as her friend helped shape the story. Also, What Might Have Been
is special because it's how I'd envision going back to GHS for the fifteen year reunion. Hey, a girl can dream that she's got a sexy cover model to serve as arm candy.


The blog tour for Careless Whisper has just concluded and I have to say, based on the feedback, I'm feeling really great about the story and I'm psyched to start the story to follow it Heart Like Mine.

I'm hoping to finish and submit my race-themed story very soon. I love my racing and I love romance novels, so to be able to synthesize the two is awesome for me.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Monday Moans

Monday, Monday....Can't trust that day...

Sorry. I had the itunes on full and was singing. The post title jogged the memory. You probably don't remember me. Well, maybe you do. I haven't stopped by the blog as of late, but we're all super busy.

Let me give you a hint or two. I was the girl in school who knew every scrap of seemingly worthless trivia on music. You know, the Beatles' original drummer was Pete Best and things like that. I was, how shall I say this...mousy in school. I liked to hide in my over sized flannel shirts. You probably ran me over in the hallway without realizing it. Would you believe, I was voted most likely to be present in a class I wasn't even in? (It's true.)

Can't quite place me? It's okay. Lots of people *think* they know me, but they have no real idea. I tend to fly under the radar.

My name is Macy Shibley. Check the book in your hand. Might be one of mine. Yup. If you're into stories that are a bit hotter than the average romance, you probably have one of mine. It's good. They seem to sell well. Plus, I love writing. I can hide in my characters and forget things...like the past...

Speaking of the past...I'm a proud graduate of the Class of '97. Go WereTiger pride! Okay, that sounded a little...flat. Well, next year is my fifteen year high school reunion. Let me tell you, I am NOT looking forward to it. Sure, I've got my BFF Kealie to go with me (no relation to Megan and Kealie...not much anyway...might be a hillbilly cousin or two in there, but we won't speak of that), but there's this guy....Tanner. (Fanning self) He was the bane of my existence in high school. Not because he picked at me. Not at all. No, he was the one guy I asked out. You see, I wasn't the queen of self-confidence I am now (Kealie, stop laughing). It took all the nerve I had to ask him out. Well, he turned me down...in front of the football team. *sigh* Took almost five years to live that down. I always think, what if he'd said yes? What if we'd gone on a date? Who would we be today? Crazy.

So I'm scared to run into him. Sure, I look different from high school. Who doesn't? But it still scares me that he'll project the old Macy onto who I've become. Or worse yet, what if he knows who I am and has followed my career? When I tell people I write erotic, they think all sorts of blue things about me.

Oy...Anyway, I'm looking over the prelim registration for the reunion. The school district is planning on demolishing the building, so the reunion committee wants things in order so they can the be the last event held there. Sheesh.

Enough of my chattering. I shouldn't worry about what hasn't happened or what might have been.

BUT do read a spicy, red-hot book. Reading erotica counts as burning calories.

Oh, and a message from Wendi:

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

All I Want For Christmas....Finale!



Sweet sugarplum pie.

Few people had the power to commit Santa to the naughty list. Actually—just one. Jessica. The sheer material captured her breasts, but left nothing to his imagination. The crimson in her cheeks and her supine position in the chair meant one thing. He finally got his Christmas wish—well, one of them.

He’d captured her in the midst of pleasuring herself.

His tongue thickened in his mouth. He needed to taste her, but damn if he could make my lips move. She captured his breath with a smile and his cock hardened behind his zipper. The fuzzy red pants might have kept him warm during the deliveries constricted around his legs. He should shrug out of his jacket, but damned if he could move.

Jessica licked her lips and his dick jerked. The marabou dusted her hips as she stood. “Reindeer got your tongue?”

Her action jolted him into action. Nodding, Nick crossed the space to her and wrapped her in his arms. Jessica squealed.

“I caught you in the act,” he murmured against her neck. Her vanilla scent curled around him as he nuzzled the delicate skin. “I like it.” He palmed her ass, adding quick swats to accentuate his words. “You’ve made the naughty list, my love.”

“Not yet.” She disengaged from his arms and stepped back two feet. Taking a ribbon of silk in each hand, she tugged open the bow between her breasts. The diaphanous material skimmed down her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her in the tiny thong.

Nick rubbed his cock. “Come here.” The logs on the fire crackled. Heat engulfed the room, but nothing like the flames of desire licking his body from within.

“For my present?” Jessica bridged the gap and dropped to her knees. She stared up at him with wide eyes as her fingers worked the zipper on his now snug pants.

“Jessica.” He groaned as she reached into his trousers and removed his cock. Nick thrust his fingers into her hair when she nuzzled the engorged flesh. “Take me in your mouth, love.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“No love. Like this.” He released her hair and stilled her movements. “You look beautiful on your knees.”

Jessica cupped his balls as she kissed the crown of his dick, lapping the come from the tip. She encased him in her mouth and hummed, the vibration going straight from his penis to deep in his belly. Love and lust flooded his body and tightened in his balls. His head lolled on his shoulders. Her tongue curled around the tip of his cock, swathing him in her liquid heat.

“Jess.” He pistoned his hips, fucking her mouth and teetering on the edge of oblivion. He swayed on his feet. “Too much, sweets, but damn it feels good.”

As the orgasm built in his veins, Jessica released him with a smacking pop.
Gasping, Nick stared at her through heavily lidded eyes. The first fingers of sunlight stretched across the room and illuminated her blond hair, giving her the look of a halo. His wife might be pure of heart, but she was far from angelic. “If I am on the naughty list, I believe I need a reprimand.”

Nick shivered and sat down in the armchair. “Come here.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Jessica crawled across his lap, her ass proudly displayed. Nick slapped the creamy flesh, leaving a pink handprint. “You forgot the rules.”

“Punish me.” She wiggled her ass, pinning his dick between the fur lining his coat and her heated skin. “Please?”

He grabbed the beautician’s shears on her makeup table. “You give me no choice.” He snipped the expensive silk, leaving her bottom completely nude. Cream from her pussy dampened his thigh. “My Jessica.” He smacked her butt four more times, twice per cheek.

Her moans filled the room and her hips pumped on his lap. “Fuck me, Nick.” Jessica peeked over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Stand, my love.” When Jessica did as told, Nick kissed the tender flesh. He wrapped his hand around his erection, coating himself in his liquid excitement. “Turn around.”

He gasped as she straddled his lap. Using both hands, she positioned him at her opening. Jessica slid down on his length, burying him to the hilt in her moist heat. Balls drawn tight, he wouldn’t last long. Nick tweaked her turgid nipples. He sucked one hard tip between his lips. The taste of sweat and vanilla exploded on his tongue. Releasing her, he tugged hard on her hips and began to pump into her body.

Jessica twined her arms around his neck and feathered kisses over his face. “I love you, Nick.”

“I love you, too, Jess.” Nick surged upward and emptied his seed into her womb. His heart thundered as he sank back in the chair and cuddled her. With Jess, every orgasm rocked him to the core.

“Merry Christmas, Nick.” Her breath fanned on his skin. “Did you like your present?”

“This is what I wanted for Christmas.” He sighed, his body relaxing. Sleep beckoned. “Loving my wife, seeing her hot for me. It’s all I wanted and more.” He chuckled and toyed with the destroyed satin. “Seems I ruined the gift I gave you.”

“You made up for it.” Jessica kissed him, stroking the hairs at the back of his neck. Her tongue tangled with his as she dropped her hands and unbuttoned his jacket. She spread her hands over his undershirt. “Let’s go to bed. You’ve earned a long winter’s nap and I’m getting cold.”

He scooted forward in the chair and kept her in his arms. “After we make love three or four more times, chilly girl.” Nick stood and strolled to the bed. “I’m not nearly done warming you up and exploring your many gifts.”

Jessica giggled and tumbled against the sheets. “The greatest gifts are always worth sharing.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.”
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Merry Christmas to all, and to all a steamy, sexy night!!

W.Z