How exciting to guest blog with The Romance Studio on All Hallow's Eve!
Although I've written several paranormal tales for Ellora's Cave, my ghost story INTIMATE ART seems most appropriate for this Halloween visit. INTIMATE ART is a love story about two people divided by the prudish, disapproving ghost who shares the heroine's home. The method the hero uses to fight the ghost's power and win the woman he loves is at the heart of INTIMATE ART.
This is what The Romance Studio had to say about INTIMATE ART. "Adele is a very talented author who has ability to draw the reader in and keep them there. Her love scenes are imaginative, erotic, and hot, hot, hot. Wonderful characters, dialogue that flows well, and a touch of humor add to the overall enjoyment of this wonderful story." ~ The Romance Studio
For more information about this paranormal erotic romance please visit Adele Dubois at www.adeledubois.com/
Buy Link: www.jasminejade.com/pm-5509-316-intimate-art.aspx
Intimate Art By Adele Dubois
When Jack strides into the Special-T café each morning, wearing jeans hot enough to melt glass, the erotic fuel between him and waitress Legs Anderson almost ignites the room. That's why Legs' willingness to keep Jack at bay is Hartsville's most bemusing mystery.
That and the fact that Jack Harris is the only person in town who doesn't believe the Anderson house is haunted.
But Legs believes. And as long as her aunt's ghost haunts the master bedroom of the house she inherits, Jack can't spend the night. Ada had an ironclad rule she enforces from the grave - no men allowed. Especially Harris men.
Jack forms a plan involving paint, body stencils and exotic ingenuity to chase Ada's ghost from the house. Will intimate art help him claim the woman he loves? Or will Ada conjure new surprises?
An Excerpt From: INTIMATE ART
Copyright © ADELE DUBOIS, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
"You're really serious about her haunting the place, aren't you?" His question was heavy with controlled annoyance.
Legs nodded and folded her arms across her chest. "And she has very strong opinions about what you and I have been doing."
His smirk told her he couldn't care less. "Then we don't need to sneak around anymore, do we? She knows."
He set his coffee cup on the dresser and plunked the Home Depot bag on the floor. "Just because her husband ran out on her doesn't mean you shouldn't have a life. I'm not like your miserable drunk of an uncle."
He shifted his gaze around the room, a frown forming on his handsome, angular face. Glints of gold in his long, thick hair caught the morning light, and Legs sucked in an admiring breath. His hair was combed back from his face and trailed to the center of his neck like rich butterscotch fudge glazed with real vanilla. She almost wanted to take a bite.
The last time they'd made love she'd run her hands through the smooth strands, combing his tight scalp with her fingertips. She'd reveled in the creamy texture while he licked the swell of her breasts and sucked her erect nipples, groaning as his cock strained tight against her naked thigh. The memory of hot skin against skin made her tremble inside. Some of her defenses fell away.
Legs could tell Jack recognized the scent of Ada's White Diamonds perfume gaining strength in the air by the way he tilted his head as his nostrils flared. His blue eyes flashed defiance. He looked around, shouting at corners. "Do you hear me, Ada? I'm not like he was."
A cold chill swept through the room. Legs shivered against the draft and looked hard into the air, trying to focus through the dust motes in the early morning sun. If she stared in just the right way, and at just the right angle, she might see glimmers of her aunt. It had happened before.
Jack narrowed his eyes. "I know how to get her out of here. Tough love."
He reached out and pulled her into his arms. The scent of fresh lime soap and musk aftershave filled her senses, dousing the White Diamonds. Arms of sleek steel hugged her to his broad, muscled chest. The smell and feel of him drifted over her like a safe, sensuous blanket.
She pressed her cheek against his shirt and rubbed her face across the nipple that had hardened beneath his black t-shirt. The fullness of her bottom lip clung to the tip and she resisted the primal urge to nip it with her teeth and poke it with her tongue through the fabric.
His voice was gruff. "We'll fuck her out of here."
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Little Red Riding Hood is still one of my favorite fairy tales and it's the inspiration for my erotic werewolf story, Ilona's Wolf.
While picking herbs in the woods, Princess Ilona is rescued from a woodsman by a wolf. When the creature licks her wounds, it suddenly transforms into a man. A very handsome, very naked man who makes passionate love to her.
Cursed by an evil wizard, Rolf was trapped in wolf form until he tasted the blood of a royal. Now he must escort the princess on a hazardous journey to the castle.
Though passion flares between them, there is no future for Ilona and her werewolf. Or is there? In a world where magic and passion combine, anything can happen.
Here's an excerpt:
he turned to face him. He was a woodsman to judge by the ax hanging from the belt at his waist. The pole tenting his breeches told her he meant no good. He towered over her, lust mixed with anger streaming from every pore.
"You gave me quite a chase, but you weren't fast enough, were you?"
She backed up, summoning all her powers. "Please, leave me alone. I've done nothing to harm you."
His eyes narrowed. "Think you're too good for me, do you? You with your fine crimson cloak."
She eyed a hefty branch a few feet away, but tried, once more, to use reason. "Nay, I never said so. 'Tis just that I don't know you."
"No matter." He reached for her hair with a grubby hand, and she flinched away.
She summoned the branch with her mind and it slammed into his arm, the one still clutching her cloak.
He yelped and grasped his injured arm. "Witch!"
She turned to run, but he grabbed her again and slammed her into a tree. She grunted as her head smashed into the trunk, her basket of herbs flying out of her hand.
Injured arm dangling, he backhanded her with his good hand. "That'll teach you."
Woozy, she slid to the ground and watched as he started to unlace his breeches, his movements awkward. Blood dripped from her split lip and her head pounded from the impact with the tree. She tried to summon enough power to fling another branch at him, but it was hard to concentrate. Suddenly she sensed danger from yet another source.
"Wolf," she cried.
The woodsman stared down at her. "There be no wolves around here. Stop your stalling, girlie."
"Yes," she insisted. In her mind she saw the wolf racing through the forest, sensed its blood lust. She fought down the fear, knowing it weakened her. Gods, was she destined to be ravished and killed on the same day?
Then she heard the creature approaching. It bounded out of the woods and stood, snarling. Then it lifted its head and let out a blood-curdling howl. The woodsman took one look at the fierce creature and ran off down the path. The wolf chased after him, then wheeled and trotted back toward her.
She sat frozen, her back to the tree. Oh, gods, don't let it see me. She tried to cast an invisibility spell, but fear weakened her. The wolf looked at her, golden eyes gleaming, mouth open, showing off large, sharp teeth. She closed her eyes and gripped her throat with both hands. Quaking with terror, she listened as the animal padded toward her. She felt its hot breath on her cheek, then a huge tongue licked her mouth, her cheek, her forehead.
Opening her eyes a slit, she stared into the face of the wolf. Sad, golden eyes stared at her, and her fears receded. Perhaps he'd been tamed. She reached out with what was left of her powers, but sensed no immediate danger. "Good wolf," she stammered.
She held out one shaking fist, and the wolf sniffed it before licking her knuckles. It moved closer, sniffing her clothing. To her surprise, the animal hunkered down beside her and laid its head on her leg. She touched it, stroking the soft fur.
Relief flooded through her. Saved by a wolf, of all creatures. "Thank the gods you showed up when you did. I'd no wish to be ravished by the likes of him."
The wolf lifted its head and seemed to smile up at her, mouth open, tongue lolling.
She smiled at the canine as she continued to pet it. "I don't mind you rescuing me, but 'tis not exactly what a girl dreams of. Where's my knight on a white steed? That's who is supposed to do the rescuing."
When the wolf lowered his head, sniffing between her legs, she laughed and pushed it away. "Don't be rude."
The creature responded by sitting up and resting its head on her breast. She put both arms around it and hugged it close, dropping a kiss on its head. "Don't get me wrong, Sir Wolf, but I still wish you were a knight. A strong, handsome knight like my Werner. I miss him so much, you know. Dagmar says another knight will come for me, a handsome knight to protect me and make sweet, passionate love to me."
Looking around for her basket, she summoned it to her side. The wolf jumped up, staring at the basket. Her vision seemed to blur as the wolf's face slowly became humanlike, then shifted back. She must have hit her head harder than she'd thought if she was seeing things. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but the aching had receded.
When she peeked again, the wolf was gone, but a naked man crouched in front of her. A very handsome, well-built man with shaggy brown hair and golden brown eyes.
"Who are you?" she gasped.
Ilona's Wolf is avaialble from Amber Heat
To watch the video trailer, go to http://www.lyndilamont.com/IlonasWolf_video
Don't forget to check out the Pumpkin giveaway at my website. Happy Halloween!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
My turn to blog on TRS Blue has crept up on me as it always does. I get so into all the things I’ve been doing that I’m always surprised when I check my calendar and see that the day has arrived. To be honest, I’m also surprised to realize that it’s almost Halloween once again. It comes around the same time each year, but here I am caught.
Ahh well, no big deal, except that I need to post my message.
I figured this is as good a time as any to talk about vampires and my book Dark Blood. This book is a vampire duet (re-released stories) with a little bit of bloodshed and a whole lot of angst. Where there are vampires, there is always angst, huh? And of course, blood. What’s a vampire without blood?
Yeah, I know, hungry, very hungry.
Well, with that in mind, here you go… an excerpt and a cover. I might have posted this cover once already because it’s so cool. (A. Bratt is the artist. Truly, that’s her name)
available at http://www.midnightshowcase.com/
Love Like Blood
She angled her face up to him. He leaned down and kissed her gently, tracing her lips with his tongue.
“Yes, meu deget mic dragoste, you may “Braille” any part of me you so desire,” he answered her, calling her his little love. He tried to control his body’s reaction to the thought of having her touch him anywhere at all.
She turned on the bed to face him and rose to her knees. He turned toward her a little more and she lifted her hands, fingers straight and found his head. Carefully, she moved her fingertips outward from the center of his forehead to trace his hairline.
Gently moving her fingers down his face, she lightly touched his forehead, his temples, his eyebrows, eyes, and traced his ears. She hadn’t even touched his nose yet but Raiden felt heavy and hard for her.
Juliana’s fingers continued their excruciating journey down his face, over his cheekbones and tracing his lips. Raiden wanted to lean into her gliding fingers. He envied Kofy’s right to push his head into her hand and rub against her softness.
When her hands moved from his jaw to his throat, he shrugged out of his shirt. Juliana continued to touch him, learning his hollows, plains and contours as her fingertips lightly skimmed his taut flesh.
Her exploration took her over his heavy deltoids and along his prominent clavicle to his sternum. Instead of examining his biceps and arms, she began lightly feeling her way down to his hard pectoral muscles.
When her fingers skimmed his pebbled nipples, he groaned. She gasped stopping her journeying and flattening her palms over them. He could smell her arousal.
He brought his hand under the short hem of her cotton nightie and up between her legs. The crotch of her panties was wet to his touch. Very wet.
Rubies, Sapphires, and Ivory
Restless, ravenous, Niccolo’s mouth traveled from full and perfect lips to nibble at the delicate curve of her jaw nuzzling inexorably toward a perfectly formed ear. His hot mouth found and tasted a dainty lobe, teasing it gently with his teeth and tongue before releasing it to move on again. His explorations took him down the side of the pale neck, pausing in places to suck at the delightfully sweet tasting skin. Salty with a light sheen of sweat and a hint of lavender bath oil, Niccolo lapped at it, becoming more excited with every pale inch he surveyed.
Ivory lay passive, her eyes remaining closed as his rough tongue rasped across a sensitive spot on her neck. Niccolo’s hands moved ceaselessly over her body, thumbs rubbing over turgid nipples, fingers insinuating themselves between her legs.
Not quite insensible, she shifted, spreading her legs and pushing against his exploring fingers. As he licked her skin, tasted her unique flavor; he felt her slick juices coat his fingers. He plunged them deep inside her, drawing them completely out before thrusting in again. Later, he would taste her there -- first he would dine, and then he would savor.
And that's pretty much all I've got for now. I hope you all have a lovely Halloween and an even better November.
*See* you soon. :-)
Monday, October 26, 2009
|By: Eve Adams | Other books by Eve Adams|
Categories: EROTIC Romance Menage a Trois/Quatre Western/Cowboys
Word Count: 24,446
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
COMING SOON: This title is due for release late 2009.
[Menage Amour: Erotic Cowboys Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]
Amber Dalton has been in love with sexy Norris Emerson since they first met. She'd give anything to be a permanent fixture in his life, but whenever she mentions their relationship, or lack thereof, he runs away. Maybe she should give up on Norris and finally accept her old high school flame's invitation to accompany him to The Roadhouse -- an elite club where alternative love is not only accepted, but openly practiced.
Amber's sexual allure intoxicates Norris, but her appetite is more than he can satisfy. Alone. Knowing she's never lost her interest in Brett Fields, an old boyfriend, Norris devises a plan to bring the three of them together, not only for the night, but for their happily ever after.
Brett Fields is more than happy to accept both Norris and Amber to his roadhouse. With Norris' help, they'll show Amber why love is best served in threes.
"In keeping with the theme of my Riding Series, Riding Cowboys is set in Holston, MT, where ménage relationships are the norm. I've also brought back the characters from the other Riding Series books to give you an update on their lives. I hope you enjoy Riding Cowboys and add it to your collection of favorites." ~ Eve ~
A Siren Erotic Romance
Available in: N/APrice: $4.50
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Cover Art by Allie K. Adams
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Cowboys and Romance,
Trixie Cartwell likes to turn a few heads. She's out of control and her family knows it. When Kane Cartwell decides he's had enough, he sends her to summer camp to work off her excess energy for a few months. What he doesn't bargain for are several cowboys ready to occupy his daughter's every waking hour while she's away.
Camp counselors and die-hard cowboys, Mitch, Brock, and Rory have several ways to keep the young Miss Cartwell extremely busy in a rustic summer camp. And they aren't the only ones with wild and wicked ideas.
When Trixie returns home, her fathers are less than thrilled about her decision to take on a few cowboys for a lifetime. That is until Rory, Brock, and Mitch prove themselves worthy of Trixie Cartwell's love by protecting her from a threatening man from her mother's past.
The following excerpt is suitable for most audiences:
"You okay?" he asked, catching his balance and shifting the weight of his bags between two large hands.
"Sure, for a woman who almost lost her head, I'm feeling no pain. Trust me." She watched him walk to the cabin three doors down. He discarded his loot and then glared down the narrow path.
He marched back over and stopped short of plowing over her again. "Look, you need to watch where you stick your feet. We have all sorts of traffic through here, especially when the brats arrive." He stopped scolding her and his gaze traveled up her legs. "Super. Just what I needed," he growled.
For some reason, his tone told a tale she didn't feel like hearing, so maybe he wasn't easily impressed by big boobs and shapely calves. Sure, he looked better than anything she'd ever met in real life, but first impressions left quite a warning.
She should run downhill screaming bloody hell with her arms waving wildly. The man in front of her was rough stock, the kind of fellow who didn't put up with her kind of games. She arrived at the decision as soon as the thud sounded out from his porch and he stomped back to scold her. Good heavens, he made most bad-asses look like newborn pups with their eyes still closed.
"You tripped over me," she pointed out, leaning back and placing her palms flat against her hips. She braced for the best of word wars.
Grumbling, he returned to his meager hut and didn't ask if she needed medical attention. Instead, from what Trixie translated, he blamed her because he almost lost his balance.
She picked up her book and then immediately tossed the paperback to the wayside again. Standing, she debated trotting off to give the guy a real piece of her mind. That's when she saw the only friendly native on the place.
Holding her hand to her forehead, she groaned when she almost found the ground again. Swaying, she grabbed the nearby post and took her seat once more.
Rory rushed to her side. "Hey, are you okay?"
"I have a hard head."
"I'd say. I saw Brock wallop you. What did you do to him, anyway?"
"On purpose?" He smiled, pulling her hand away from her forehead. "If so, you should pick your victims more carefully. You'll have a shiner there."
"Great," she moaned, glaring at Mr. Personality three doors down. "You know him?"
He looked down the trail. Brock pointed in his direction with his thumb, index finger and pinky extended in a cool-kind-of-gesture, as if to say, "hello" in a bad boy's unspoken lingo.
"Let me go see what his problem is," he said. "Want me to rush over to the infirmary and get you some ice first?"
"No, I'm fine. Thanks."
Rory ran off to greet the rude one as if he couldn't wait to congratulate him for swatting the new chick with a bag of bricks, since that's what she assumed he carried in his swinging bag. She decided Rory wasn't an ally after all.
He was one of them.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Being Maid of Honor in Finland over Midsummer’s Eve is supposed to be fun, but for jingle writer Kate Adams it’s a nightmare. Things go from bad to worse when her high-priced rental car dies on an endless ribbon of bone-dry country road. Help arrives in the form of a delicious-looking, blue-collar local who just might make it all worthwhile.
Rurik Jaacko knows better than to stop for the princess perched on the hood of a Mercedes. Hot women and expensive cars are trouble, but he’s a sucker for any damsel in distress. The last thing he expects is to play bellhop to the sensual American, and love every sizzling moment.
A rustic pig farm and a friend who isn’t combine with deception to create the backdrop for earthy passion and international fraud...
...With his hard-on raging, Rurik watched her nipples harden and peak through the thin knit shirt and wondered if was their heated exchange that excited her, or the fact he had taken control.
Women want to be dominated.
“There are times a man must take a stand with an unruly woman.” He caught her wrist and tugged her closer.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Color drained from her cheeks, but was that a sparkle in her eyes?
He stopped for a moment and thought about the consequences of his action. Either it would be a beautiful success or Kate would pack her bags right after she rang the police.
“Yes, today I would.” He dropped onto a birch stump and, with a quick yank, upended her over his knees. Her perfect ass across his lap was too tempting to stop.
“You’d better stop before it’s too late, buddy.” She turned her head and shot him a glare that could melt steel.
“It already is.” His palm came down with a resounding smack.
“Ouch.” She kicked her legs and wrestled beneath him.
He laid an arm over her shoulders to keep her in place, praying he had made the right decision.
“Rurik, you are so going to pay for this,” she wailed, startling the birds from the trees.
And he knew he would, right after he laid another open-palm swat on her firm ass.
She yelped at the contact, and he loved it. He may have been wrong about her being a spoiled, over-privileged woman, but a good spanking seemed in order to assert his authority. But then again, he had better run like hell when he finally let her up because she was going to murder him.
His hand came down again, not quite as hard, and lingered on her sexy rear, petting away the sting. He ran his fingers along the curve of her cheeks hidden under the tight denim shorts, wondering what his handprint would look like on her milky flesh. A stirring below his belt pressed against his fly, forcing him to shift unsuccessfully under her weight.
She wiggled against his cock, enhancing his torture, and he could not stifle the groan.
“Are you through beating me into submission?” Her words came out breathlessly, reminding him of how her lips had purred against his balls the night before.
“No. I do not think so.” His hand smacked solid on her ass, pleased with her shriek.
He grazed a finger under the ragged edge of her shorts, inching up the inside of her thigh, seeking the heat beneath her damp thong. He hooked the lacey strap and tugged, drawing it tight against her swollen labia, released it and yanked up again. Her soft gasp carried to him on a gentle breeze.
The scent of her arousal drifted up, encouraging him to please her. He glided closer to her folds, teasing along the way with light pinches to her flesh. His finger slipped inside and he smiled, pleased by her wetness. Her pussy flexed against him, clenching—relaxing, milking him, like her mouth had done to his cock.
“I think you like this, Kate.” He knew he did.
A whimper rose up like a caress, her hair tumbling free as she nodded.
He pulled out, then slid back in with two fingers, pressing firmer against her wall.
“Should I continue your torture or”— he continued massaging up and down, until she bucked against him. —“take you into the house and fuck you fast and hard?”
A soft gurgle washed her words away and his balls tightened...
Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell
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If you're like me, seeing the same promo every day gets old by the third day. After that, no one clicks on it because they already know what it's going to say. In fact, when you logon and see the same author posting the same material day after day, you start to wonder if she/he has any creativity at all.
Don't let this happen to you! Check out these simple tips.
1. People click links in signatures all the time, so make sure to use them. Have a signature in your email that says who and what you are and where people can go to see your work. Example:
Unstoppable heroes, Uncompromising love, Unforgettable passion
2. Rather than posting your own messages, reply to other authors'. Yep, you read that right. Don't post your own for a few days, but only comment on others'. Tip: never lie. If you don't like something, rather than saying anything negative, simply skip commenting or just congratulate them on having a new release. Have you ever posted an excerpt and no one replied? Did you wonder if anyone was reading them? So do readers. Do others a favor and leave a response. If you post several comments a week without promoting your own work, your name is still out there. Plus, readers of that particular author will see that you like the author's work, and check out yours to see if you're similar. Pick authors in your genre, or those who write what you like to read. You might even say something like, "I write Science Fiction Romance, but when I take time to read for pleasure, I generally pick up a Vampire Romance. This one of yours looks wonderful!" Again - don't lie, and don't use the same phrase over and over. It quickly looks like spam. Be sincere. Be friendly. What goes around comes around.
3. It goes without saying that commenting on readers' comments makes sense. If there is a lively discussion going on about a topic, jump in with your two cents. Remember to stay on subject and not say "wow, this is just like what happens to my hero in (insert book title here)." *buzzer sounds, screen says Game Over* Don't horn in and take over, either. Maybe start with a clarifying question. For example: "You said the (title) series has enough background history to expand even more, right? Who do you think is the next character who'll be featured?" Don't ask yes/no questions. Once that's posted, you have no more part in the conversation. Ask for clarification so you're sure you know what you're getting into, and then post another question about their response(s). Like, "What is it about (character name) that you find so appealing?" You'll not only engage the readers, you'll quickly find out what they want in a hero/ine.
4. Start a topic with a question. Example subjects and lines:
Subject: FlashForward Question (or your favorite TV show)
Message: Did anyone else see the episode of FlashForward where Joseph Fiennes' character burned his friendship bracelet? Do you think it will change the future?
(I love this show and follow it faithfully. You'll find out right away if anyone else on the group watches it. If they don't, or ask what it's about, then you have a chance to describe it. This tells them a bit about you and gets them curious to know more. If it's ignored, try another topic later such as what music they're listening to.)
Subject: Vampire Romance Genre?
Message: I'm looking for a really hot vampire Romance. Anyone have suggestions?
Alter these to fit your interests. Trust me, if anyone's out there, you'll get a response. These aren't promos, but they give you visibility. In addition, it shows you respect fellow authors and readers, and that you're approachable. If you do this now and then (say every week or every other week), you'll begin to get more hits and more sales. When you do post a promo (and you should) there will be readers out there who want to see what you have to say.
There's another word for this type of promotion. It's also known as "being friendly." =^_^=
Thursday, October 22, 2009
All throughout grade school, my favorite time was when we received the Scholastic and Random House book order pamphlets. They were anywhere from four to twelve pages - just loaded with books and some even came with an extra gift - like a locket or specialized bookmark. I loved to get them and would pour over each title for hours. My list always exceeded the amount my mom set for me, but hey - a girl could dream. I usually picked about six books each time, though there were the occasions when I could pick more. I adored Encyclopedia Brown, Nancy Drew, Judy Blume books, and I went through a Beverly Cleary stage -- good old Ramona. My favorites were mysteries.
The next best thing was of course the day our book orders arrived. It was like Christmas each time and I absolutely loved it. Brand spanking new books without a crease or mark. Ready for me to open and devour.
I got to repeat the book order excitement when my son was in grade school. We'd look through the pamphlets together and point out what we'd like to read together. Our list was always too long, and well there was a budget, but we managed to order a nice amount.
I still love ordering books, but there was something pretty neat about the way we ordered them in school. I just had my birthday and had a heck of a time figuring out what to order with some giftcards I received. There are way too many books that I want to read. After a lot of debating back and forth, I finally chose my books and they should arrive tomorrow. I'm getting excited all over again.
I'll be listening for the Fed Ex truck to pull up so I can rush to the door before the driver rings the bell. And I'll be in book paradise all over again.
Did you order books when you were in school? Any favorites?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I was filling out a cover details sheet -- that's where the cover artists get info about the story and characters so they can work their cover magic -- when I got to the hero's description. I wondered if I had pre-conceived notions of what my heroes look like. I think most writers do, but I didn't realize how solidly I imagined each type of hero, depending on the genre of his book.
If I'm writing the Le Monte Dynasty series (BTW, I'm working on Armand's story now) then the hero looks like the actor Eric Bana. Well, not really Eric Bana but the Hector character he played in the movie Troy. In fact, Hector is the model for all the heroes in the series. Since all the Le Monte boys have the same father, the resemblance to one actor seems logical and works for me.
When I'm working on a contemporary, if the hero is a corporate wheeler-dealer, then some variation of Chris Noth is my hero. Again, not the actual actor but Mr. Big from Sex and The City. Of course, he did a lot of un-heroic things during the course of the series -- marrying someone other than the heroine is un-heroic, isn't it? -- but in the movie there is that one moment when Carrie falls in love with the way-too-expensive apartment and he just says, "Welcome home, baby" with that twinkle in his eye and I am oh so in love with him. That's my corporate wheeler-dealer.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
TWELVE THINGS I'D RATHER BE DOING TODAY
1. Checking out the new releases at one of my e-publishers, Freya's Bower.
2. Eating popcorn and attending a matinee showing of Zombieland.
3. Shopping for Halloween costume accessories.
4. Working on a new installment of sexy space opera GMS MERCY.
5. Responding to your comments here (what are you doing or would you rather be doing?)
6. Playing with my guinea pigs.
7. Reading a new release from Liquid Silver Books.
8. Baking muffins. With cranberries.
9. Tweeting (follow me! emilyryandavis on Twitter)
10. Taking a nap.
11. Taking a walk.
12. Perusing the paranormal selection at Ellora's Cave (it's the Halloween month after all).
What are you doing this October Tuesday?
Monday, October 19, 2009
It's been a busy October for me - book signings, writing, new releases! If you haven't heard, I'll be at Authors After Dark in New York this weekend with lots of other great romance and paranormal authors, and readers too! It's going to be an amazing weekend celebrating the craft and the genre, with socials and seminars, and a midnight Psychic Fair! I may be on hand to help with dream interpretation - I learned quite a bit about it while working at the Edgar Cayce Center, and I feel I've gotten a good hang on discerning symbolism in dreams. They aren't always literal - and dreams are considered the guides to the waking life. So if you're coming up for the weekend be sure to tell me your most haunting dreams...and maybe I can help you figure out what they mean.
New Story News! I've planned for a while now to write at least one exclusively F/F short in the Dareville universe. This one had intended to be just a 2K quickie, but the story grew a bit and before I realized it I had written another Halloween short. So I figured why not make it available through the regular eBook channels?
Word on the street is there's a rising interest in Sapphic works, so if enjoy the genre I hope you'll give this one a shot.
Where Angels Dare to Tread
Erotica (F/F) - $1.29 eBook
Available from DLP Books for 99 cents!
Read an Excerpt.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Stop by sometime today for a very adult hayride and bonfire. Be sure to read the comments - that's where things really heat up.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
This morning, my CP and recent co-author Elise Logan published a new contribution to GMS MERCY, the sexy space-opera serial read ongoing at our web site. Elise has been writing about dark, broody Xu Scholen's fascination with his subordinate officer Neve Steesk. If you haven't yet immersed yourself in the world of GMS MERCY, today's a perfect day for it. Make sure the kids aren't in the room, and make sure you're not at work, because Xu's sexual appetites are very impolite.
After you've had your fill of Xu's lust, I hope you'll visit the Scorched Sheets Blog for a little cool-down before you return to your hot cocoa and Saturday chores.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
It’s October 15, and the release day of my new book Sex and Chocolate: Toxic. I had a cute little article planned, about how Summer, my Siberian Husky found a big bag of chocolate chips, and how her hapless poisoning inspired the story.
I was also surprised by the release of Leather today. It was due in December, but moved up to fill a slot in the calendar. So lots to talk about with new releases!
But as I was driving through town yesterday, the wind was blowing, and rain was coming down in buckets. I barely caught sight of it, but a banner was stretched out across the street, reminding us that October 15 is ‘Think Pink’ day.
It was three years ago that my Aunt Linda succumbed to breast cancer. She’d initially been diagnosed in the ‘90s, endured surgery and chemotherapy, and made an apparent recovery. A couple years later, she was celebrating Breast Cancer Awareness Month by going in for her annual mammogram. On Think Pink day, she got the news that her cancer had returned.
This second round of the battle lasted even longer, and was far more brutal. The cancer spread to her lungs, and the chemotherapy that should have stalled the disease instead triggered a horrific reaction called Stevens-Johnson syndrome, which resulted in her entire body being covered with deep burns. From there, they never found that magic bullet that would have stalled the disease.
Through it all, Linda remained optimistic, philosophical and flat out valiant. She structured her life in small goals. First she’d survive long enough to see her son get married. Next, she wanted to hold on to read the next Harry Potter book. After that was the birth of a grandchild. This thinking carried her through years of fighting.
Inevitably, she succumbed to the illness, and died quietly at home, surrounded by her family.
So today, take a moment to think of the women in your circle of family and friends. Take that time to make the appointment for a mammogram, or make a commitment to do something to take care of your health. Most of all, let those you love know how you feel.
Take the time to Think Pink!
BLURB: Sex and Chocolate: Toxic
There are three things that Dr. Briony Theale loves. Her job as a veterinarian, a good bar of rich, dark chocolate, and Rico, the new ranger in charge of the Wildlife Rescue center. When a casual dinner with the mysterious Rico turns surprisingly intimate, Briony realizes that she might just have a chance with him after all, if only she could lose a few pounds. It's the ultimate sacrifice, but Briony goes cold turkey, and swears off chocolate forever.
Rico Montgomery fell hard for Briony the first time he set eyes on the curvy little doctor. Her brown hair and cocoa skin trigger cravings that he can barely control, and her fragrance is like the sweetest, richest chocolate he's ever scented in his life. That's a bad thing for Rico, because to a werewolf like him, chocolate is literally a toxin.
Rico can't live with it, and Briony can't live without it. And when a certain wandering wolf finds a bag of chocolate in the Dumpster near Briony's clinic, these two will find just how toxic love can be.
Aging porn star Pierce Wilder would like nothing more than to leave adult film forever. He dreams of a simple domestic life, a wife, children, a dog and a white picket fence. He wants a normal 9 to 5 job. When he meets Detective Celeste Morales, it appears that his dreams might come true.
But the industry isn’t so willing to let him go; neither are his fans. They love him far too much to let him walk away…
But there’s someone out there who doesn’t love Pierce. In fact, they want him gone, forever.
Visit Belinda online at www.belindamcbride.com
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
How many yuk-yuk-yowling pranks could you pull off simply laying in wait at a popular Haunted House? Leaping out at just the right time, hissing and spitting, your eyes like sinister headlights, your back arched, your tail like a stiff black brush... meow and run... yep, escaping before the responsible adults can capture you and turn you over to Animal Control, while all the youngsters are screaming in fear and delight.
Or, how about strolling nonchalantly in front trick or treaters, giving them that special thrill of bad luck on the way?
And, think, if you have an enemy... black cat scare tactics could be quite effective in dissuading them.
For my heroine in BLACK CAT BEAUTY, Halloween is obviously Sable’s favorite time of year... well sultry maa-oows... there is summer snoozing and sunning... there’s winter romping in fresh snow as her black panther self. Spring is a time of running free and far, letting her feline spirit fly.
Still, Halloween has its special spooky charms for Sable since humans in California are so invested in their strange enjoyment of the time when the veils open to other dimensional worlds.
Ah-purrs... Sable would like to know ~ If you shifted into a black cat during Halloween what tricks and treats would you like to pull off?
Halloween Purring Seduction ~ BLACK CAT BEAUTY
Blurb: A private Halloween party in a gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side.
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to find out the truth from Devon Zant, a movie star on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D’Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful enemy.
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D’Torr’s race, and all the inhabitants of the rare blue jewel, Earth.
Excerpt ~ Sable Kiki and Devon Zant meet ~
Sable flipped her ear forward, noticing Devon Zant had halted high on the stairway, his attention clearly on the “accident” commotion. Although concealed by shadow, the bold strength of his physique could easily be seen. His dark shirt and pants skimmed his superbly muscled body as if the materials had been poured over him.
“Every inch the superhero,” Sable whispered, wondering how he would look flying on screen as the son of Super Ace. She hadn’t bothered with the movie trailer or the website. Especially since she’d only learned about the assignment late yesterday afternoon. A catnap in the sun had seemed much more enjoyable.
“Of course, I haven’t viewed those meaty ‘inches’ yet. So who knows if his cock is supercharged and heroic in action?” Sauntering unimpeded to the stairs, Sable briefly scanned her surroundings. Evidently Mr. Rising Superstar didn’t require beefy cow muscle to protect him ... just PETA to protect him from wandering pussycats. Maybe I should offer him personal protection from all pussies ... if he’s worthy.
Once she placed her foot, encased in the supple black leather of her sleek shoe, on the first step, his gaze fastened on her. Slowly she smiled at him. She lingered her Mae West smile on him as she provocatively swayed up the stairs.
Riveted, almost standing at attention, he trained his gaze on her.
Sable drew in his scent, careful not to overwhelm herself--easily done in this topsider culture. Ignoring the expensive men’s cologne he’d used, she inhaled his virility, raw and rivers-of-lava volcanic. Give me some more of him--yum.
Sliding her hand along the polished wood banister, she gradually mounted the stairway. As his gaze smoldered over her, Sable swayed even more teasingly. Her breasts rounded, becoming heavier, her nipples peaked into tight buds, and she knew they were outlined by the black gleaming stretch fabric of her costume. For a human male, his allure was far more ferocious than she’d ever experienced.
Smiling seductively, she tipped her face upwards, keeping her gaze beneath his as she approached, and halted one step away from him. Instead of blatantly perusing his masculine assets--yet--she studied his classically carved features through her half-lidded gaze. The god Hermes and the half-god Hercules, blended as one--and definitely more handsome than either--that was Devon Zant’s face.
From on high, his gaze scorched over her. Glints of lightning sparked in the depths of his eyes, and she was surprised to see how blue his eyes truly were--not sky blue. Not Paul Newman blue. No, they were deep iris blue, and so brilliantly luminous that for a moment she thought she observed an aurora of color slide over them.
No wonder a movie camera, even in the age of digital, couldn’t completely capture the actual color of his eyes. Nor could any camera do full justice to his hair. His auburn mane just brushed his shoulders and was nearly black, with fine streaks of burnt gold and bronze. She could analyze by the smell he hadn’t dyed the color. It was all natural, and obviously, a hairdresser’s dream.
Flirtatiously Sable smiled widely, then flashed her gaze over him admiringly.
“Sable,” she softly rumbled her name for him.
Excitement skittered along her skin like electrical currents as she waited and wondered if the sound of his smoky strong voice would be beyond the capacity of digital mikes.
“Your hair?” His gaze broke away from hers, moving pointedly to her own auburn tresses, which were not quite as dark as his and flamed with reddish tints.
“Not colored and like my name.” She enticed her voice over him, then languidly moved her hips back and forth so the thick waves of her hair rippled over her back and bottom. The Cat Goddess, Bastet! His voice was smoky and sinfully rich--yet pure as a clear mountain stream. If she had willed it, Sable could have orgasmed over his voice. Right there on the steps. In full view of him.
Excerpt - encounter with a witch ~
Warning ~ x-rated language
...the woman suddenly appeared, stepping in front of her.
Halting instead of gliding around the woman, Sable ran her gaze up from the stiletto black heels she wore, to the woman’s gaunt face, decorated like an Egyptian cat statue. Unblinking eyes that reminded her of dirty pool water analyzed her face.
“What black arts’ technique did you use?” The woman’s tone spiraled around her, cast from a cauldron spell.
“And why would I share anything with you?” Sable didn’t bother disguising her utter disregard. When she moved to walk away, the woman stepped in front of her again.
“He’s mine.” The sinister woman’s voice coiled like a serpent in Sable’s belly.
Placing her fist on one hip, she faced the woman fully. “Is that so?” Sable seized the attacking energy, then twined it around the woman’s throat.
Sinister woman blanched for a moment, her eyes dilating mummy-style before she dispelled the energy, and scowled ruthlessly at Sable.
“I knew it.” She growled, her voice like an inner-world gargoyle.
“Knew what?” Sable envisioned batting her head around like a play toy, but didn’t throw the energy at her.
Narrowing her eyes, then pointing a bony finger with a dagger nail that could slice open many a sardine can, sinister woman intoned, “I’m not done, if you’re smart you’ll get out of my way. Everyone gets out of my way...eventually.”
Sable idly slid her gaze over the woman’s scarecrow features, her enraged glints for eyes. “If Devon was interested in fucking a woman with a body designed by Skeletor, I would be more than thrilled to send you in his direction.” Casually, she regarded her own nails, popping out one claw. “As it is, I would advise you to express your sorcery talents elsewhere.”
“Everyone in Hollywood bows before me. I’ve ruined countless careers, and decreed countless others into existence. You’re no match for my sorcery talents, you fat ugly toad.” A sparking black cloud emanated from the center of sinister woman’s forehead.
Creating a gale-force wind in her third eye, Sable blew it, dissipating the nasty soupy stuff before it could cause a second’s harm. “Since I have no wish for a career in Hollywood, your dire threat is just so much jibber jabber to my ears.” Sable remembered not to flick her ear. Or her tail in haughty satisfaction.
“Do you think your amateurish use of magick can stop me from getting what I want? I can enslave you to my will as easily as crooking my little finger.” Demonstrating, sinister woman thrust her Grim Reaper hand in front of Sable’s eyes.
“A big ole’ oops, witchie poo, but you’re too late.” Sable languidly tossed her waves of hair. “I’ve already been enslaved. Any advise for removing this collar?”
For an instant, mean ole’ witchie poo gleamed her gaze directly on the collar, then stared at the matching bracelet.
“Want to give it a magickal try?” Sable held up her wrist twisting it in front of the woman’s eyes. To further taunt sinister woman, she glittered the bracelet in the spooky illumination of the neon disco lights. “Maybe a tiny bolt of lightning. Want to try?”
Silent long enough for Sable to hear the lyrics ‘love to love you, baby’ of the sensual disco chant behind her, witchie poo finally looked up from the bracelet. “You’ll regret angering me, you cunt stupid bitch,” she snarled, her eyes gleaming greenish streaks of demonic hatred.
Sable smiled widely, her most I’m-going-to-make-you-prey grin. “Spells at dawn? Since I’m the challenger you can choose your favorite weapon from your black arts’ bag of tricks.”
~~~ Bekki Lynn’s Review of Black Cat Beauty ~~~
I haven't read a shapeshifter story in forever though I do have a few in my to-be-read files. Savanna first peaked my interest, months ago, with a tidbit about a panther shifting to a human form, I've been salivating with hunger for the story ever since. I knew it had to be different, hot and fun. And I love cats. She did not disappointment me whatsoever.
Well, except for the fact that I didn't want the story to end. I wanted more of Sable's sassiness, quick comebacks and feistiness. Savanna uses references to well-known figures in such a manner that turned the story into a movie before my eyes. Her imagery was amazingly real and well done.
I loved everything about Sable and Devon. Though she didn't want to succomb to his charm and lustful scent, she simply couldn't resist the power of it and once she got a taste, she was his to command though she wanted to claw him to pieces for it. But who couldn't resist a virile, caring, yet demanding man who could serenade you in and out of your mind and have you orgasming beyond your wildest demensions.
There is so much packed into this short story you'll not believe it. I don't want to give away too much, but if you've experienced a floating sensation while in the throes of loving your mate -- well, Devon will take you on a flight you can't imagine. Throughout the story, I wanted to be Sable and at times I felt like I was.
The chemistry between the characters is sweet and fun while scorching hot. Black Cat Beauty is going on my keeper shelf to be reread over and over. I highly reccomend it to anyone who enjoys shapeshifters and those who don't.
Author of the Servin’ It Up series ~
Psychic Hitch & Last Glass of Wine
from Siren-BookStrand Publishing
NIGHT OWL ROMANCE - *TOP PICK* REVIEW
SCORE: 4 / 5
“Black Cat Beauty is an entertaining, quick read. Its plot is complicated given the length of the book, but Ms. Kougar pulls it off. The erotic scenes were well done and fit in with the rest of the story.”
~~~ Sable & Devon invite you to read their love story ~ will a black cat girl find happiness with a superhero? ~~~
BLACK CAT BEAUTY ... She has the claws and the cattitude to prove it... He has the super-powered strength and passion she fights, but needs... *4.5* Top Pick from Night Owl Romance Reviews ~ available from Liquid Silver Books ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~ http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/blackcatbeauty.htm ~ ISBN: 978-1-59578-507-7
HAPPY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN
~ MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE ~
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Author of ~
All Shades of Blue Paradise
Red Lioness Tamed
When a Good Angel Falls
Tangerine Carnal Dreams
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
Black Cat Beauty
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes
Stallion of Ash and Flame
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I always seem to use laughter in the sex scenes in my books. I mean, sex should be fun, right? Sometimes a little laughter breaks the tension and allows the participants to regroup. To catch their breath, so to speak. And hey, a couple who can laugh together can’t be doing too bad, can they?
So I googled sex and laughter. Color me surprised! Yes, laughter, even during sex, is good for you. Both sex and laughter are relaxing. They both release endorphins into the blood. Endorphins can ease pain, from headaches, to arthritis, to migraine. So I guess we should forget the “Sorry, dear, not tonight. I have a headache” and go with “Hey, dear, I have a headache. Let’s go burn those sheets a bit.”
It seems that exercise, sex and laughter rank about the same in the health benefits they bring. Passionate sex burns somewhere in the realms of 200 calories. Apparently, that’s about the same amount you’d burn off if you ran for 15 minutes. I’m not exactly what could be classed as very physical. Well, not when it comes to running anyway. That sounds more like torture to me. I’ll take the sex any day and if a little laughter is thrown into the mix, so much the better. And it seems both laughter and sex stimulate the immune system. “Let’s go get healthy, baby.” I’m all for it.
So is it okay to laugh during sex. You bet, but there’s a way to do it. Don’t mock him. Men have fragile egos and this isn’t going to go down well. Don’t laugh at him, laugh with him. Sharing laughter is a great way to get intimate with your loved one.
So following this logically, if sex releases endorphins and is good for your health, and laughter does the same, wouldn’t it follow if you combined the two, you’d get double the benefits? Don’t take my word. Go test it yourself.
Oh and here’s an interesting little snippet of information. Latest studies show that orgasm increases the IQ…but only in women. I always knew we were the smarter sex.
Monday, October 12, 2009
DESERT NECTAR VISITS ROMANTICON by Adele Dubois
Though my body is travel-weary from my trip to the first annual Ellora's Cave ROMANTICON, my creative spirit is in high gear. Wow! I had so much fun at the event it's already listed on my calendar for October 2010.
Our enthusiastic readers, hard-working and gracious hosts, awesome authors, and always charming-and-sexy Cavemen raised the excitement levels off the fun-o-meter charts. We partied, took tours of Ellora's Cave Publishing (where I saw my trade paperback DESERT NECTAR stored in the warehouse awaiting shipping!), danced the night away, won tons of raffle prizes, attended workshops, made new friends who signed our clever souvenir books, and in the end had a hugely successful book-signing event where, I'm happy to report, copies of DESERT NECTAR sold out.
My biggest surprise of the week-end came during the Awards Ceremony at the Saturday night banquet when I received a 2009 SUPERSTAR Award trophy and certificate for my e-books DESERT FEVER and DESERT WILD (combined in the trade paperback DESERT NECTAR) for the books' endearingly kinky GPS navigation system, "Guy," with a gift for matchmaking. Though I've placed in writing contests in the past, the SUPERSTAR Award is my first industry award. There's something extra-special about gaining recognition from one's publisher and I will treasure my trophy forever.
I hope you enjoy reading DESERT FEVER and DESERT WILD (and the paperback version DESERT NECTAR) and that I'll meet YOU next year in Ohio during ROMANTICON!
DESERT NECTAR by Adele Dubois
Book Type: Trade Paperback
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
DESERT WILD by Adele Dubois (From DESERT NECTAR)
“The erotic moments are incredibly well-written. An all-around great read.” ~ Reader Views
Sonny Wild Horse of the Tohono O’odham Nation is a danger to a woman’s heart. Though he lusts after Caitlyn Spencer, his desire to live inside two conflicting worlds—the Sonoran Desert of his youth and the California coast where his future as a photographer is assured—tears the lovers apart.
When Sonny disappears inside America’s most hostile desert, Caitlyn borrows a unique Thunderbird convertible and embarks on a desperate search. The car is equipped with a powerful but endearingly kinky GPS navigator that grants wishes. Though not exactly a genie, “Guy’s” system locates whatever his driver needs most. And Caitlyn needs to connect erotically with Sonny. Again and again. If only she can find him in time.
DESERT FEVER by Adele Dubois (From DESERT NECTAR)
“Exceedingly erotic and beautifully written” ~ The Romance Studio
On her forty-sixth birthday, Marybeth buys a red convertible, equipped with the latest GPS navigation technology, and runs away from her painful divorce. At the mouth of the Mojave Desert she finds sexy, thirty-year-old USMC veteran Jake stranded with his disabled motorcycle, and gives him a lift to Nevada.
What Marybeth doesn’t know is that her GPS navigator has led her straight to the man she wished for to heal her broken heart. Though the GPS is not exactly a genie, his system grants him the power to locate whatever Marybeth needs most. What she wants is revenge, laced with a hot, studly young lover. GPS takes wishing upon a star to a new and very real technological level, as he makes Marybeth’s wildest, most sultry dreams come true.
Adele Dubois is a former journalist who writes erotic romances that receive consistent outstanding reviews. Titles include REV ME UP, DESERT NECTAR, DESERT WILD, DESERT FEVER, INTIMATE ART and DREAM TRAVELER. Please visit Adele on her website at http://www.adeledubois.com
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Penniless, her parents and brother dead, Sophia Whitfield struggles to save her beloved childhood home during the Civil War. Another bluecoat is staggering down the hill, but before Sophia allows him to rob and pilfer like the others, she shoots him. How was she to know it was Gavin, the dark knight of her youth, carrying secrets too horrific to imagine and a passion that ignites her deepest desires?
As Sophia gradually learns Gavin's horrific secret she struggles with affairs of the heart. Can she survive in the Land of Falling Stars or will she lose it all to the horrors of the war and reconstruction? Will the Southern lady and the Yankee soldier recapture the bliss of their youth - this time in each other's arms?
Here's what readers and reviewers are saying about Land of Falling Stars:
"Diablo has penned a beautiful, haunting love story full of passion, deception, danger that will leave you breathless and longing for more!"
"A story that has the ups and downs of a roller coaster and keeps the reader hanging on with bated breath. Land of Falling Stars is captivating!"
"Land of Falling Stars is one steamy hot erotic historical novel I devoured as soon as I got a couple of pages in."
"If you haven't read Keta Diablo you haven't lived!"
About Decadent Deceptions:
Daring and desperate to win Morgan’s love, Olivia Breedlove embarks on a reckless folly. But everything backfires when Morgan remains one step ahead of her and the game ventures down a path of duplicity and murder.
A decade ago, Morgan was a heartbeat away from taking Olivia’s virginity. Her father, Thaddeus, intervened and threatened to meet him over pistols if he so much as looked at his daughter again. But now, Thaddeus is dead and Morgan has no intention of ignoring the ravenous hunger he’s harbored for the blasted woman for ten years.
One way or the other, he will quench this burning desire and make her his forever.
Special Content Alert: Voyuerism
Here's what readers and reviewers are saying:
"Diablo has the talent and the skills to make it big!"
"Decadent Deceptions was consistent and beautifully written."
" Decadent Deceptions is a hot and steamy read featuring suspense and mystery that is sometimes forgotten in erotica."
Below, you’ll find blurbs for the series. If you’re interested in learning more, please check out Siren Publishing or click the image below. The Cowboy Sex series is available in e-formats for those who enjoy reading their romance books online.
She's eighteen years old and drop-dead gorgeous. She isn't just the girl-next-door, she's the poster child for the blonde-hair, blue-eyed babe and a known hellion in her small southern town.
Peyton Storm has the world by its throat until her mother dies and Peyton's world spins out of control. Without a father around, Peyton is left with few choices, and the opportunities she once had slip out of reach. Soon, she makes a decision. She will drop out of school and go to work.
Braden, Kane, and Evan Cartwell don't think so.
Braden Cartwell made a promise to Peyton's mother and he plans to keep it, but once Peyton moves in with the three sexy cowboys, the Cartwell brothers see the potential for problems.
Since the lovely Ms. Storm didn't come with a how-to instructional manual, they're in for a lot of fun, not to mention a few ice cold showers.
Vicky Little is falling fast for her doctor and his brothers, only she doesn't realize they're related, at least not right away. Once she discovers the connection, she has a few doubts about the future. Vicky isn't sure she's ready for three handsome cowboys-slash brothers-slash alpha males. That is, until they prove they're impossible to refuse.
With an active love life to keep her busy, it's easy to overlook a stalker. Vicky hasn't exactly taken the time to glance over her shoulder. She fails to notice a stranger lurking in the shadows until one night when he steps beyond her closet door and catches her in a vulnerable position.
After the McKay brothers come to her rescue, Vicky's personal secrets and private life are exposed. Nothing can prepare her for what lies beyond Doctor Patrick McKay's examining room or the beds of Joshua and Aspen McKay.
Coming in October!
Trixie Cartwell likes to turn a few heads. She's out of control and her family knows it. When Kane Cartwell decides he's had enough, he sends her to summer camp to work off her excess energy for a few months. What he doesn't bargain for are several cowboys ready to occupy his daughter's every waking hour.
Camp counselors and die-hard cowboys, Mitch, Brock, and Rory have several ways to keep the young Miss Cartwell extremely busy in a rustic summer camp. And they aren't the only ones with wild and wicked ideas.
When Trixie returns home, her fathers are less than thrilled about her decision to take on a few cowboys for a lifetime. That is until Rory, Brock, and Mitch prove themselves worthy of Trixie Cartwell's love by protecting her from a threatening man from her mother's past.
Pre-Order Now at BookStrand.
Coming in December
Patience McKay survives a bad break-up but she doesn’t completely recover. Finding her retreat in a place at the beach, Patience heads for Myrtle Beach, South Carolina to spend the holidays alone.
Unbeknownst to Patience, the Cartwell twins, Ansley and Kimberly have been very concerned over her inability to forget about the only lovers she’s ever known. Ansley and Kimberly decide there’s only one way to help Patience find joy again, find suitable replacements for the love she’s lost.
The twins sign up for a dating service and locate two men perfect for Patience and the deal is sealed. When Patience leaves Asheville and heads south for a holiday vacation, Mark and Spenser McCoy are summonsed to pursue Patience and they already believe she’s perfect for them.
From the moment introductions are made, Patience knows there’s something special about the McCoy brothers. Soon, she realizes why she’s been running. She’s been headed in the right direction all along.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
This weekend is dedicated to writing and editing, but next weekend I plan to curl up with a few good books and relax. What books are you reading and which ones do you highly recommend?
One more book is added to the best selling Cowboy
Sex series in October. Click the cover for more information.
Friday, October 9, 2009
N. J. Walters
The future can be a dark place filled with high-tech gadgets, government conspiracy and months of endless nights. It can be filled with warriors from other planets, androids, human mutations and strange civilizations. It can be good or bad or both depending on the whim of the writer.
I think that’s what draws writers to pen tales about the world of the future. The possibilities are limited only by the imagination of the teller of the tale. The stories are made all the more real and tantalizing when fact and fiction are woven together in seamless sagas of betrayal, love, temptation, jealousy, war and redemption.
The future hasn’t happened yet (or maybe it has, but that’s a whole other discussion) so no one can say an author’s rendition of it is wrong. The setting can be filled with technology that doesn’t exist, creatures we’ve never seen and places we’ve never been. What draws us all into the stories are the oh-so human stories of life and death.
It’s always about the relationship between the hero and heroine. Doesn’t matter if he’s a blue-skinned warrior from another planet and she’s an office worker in Ohio. Their differences are what make it interesting. The problems they’ll have to surmount in order to be together. The obstacles they’ll have to face and overcome. After all, that’s what a romance novel is all about.
That’s what drew me to pen my latest series for Ellora’s Cave—Project Alpha. The Earth is not the one we know now. It’s mostly been destroyed through war, disease and natural disasters. The survivors have formed a new world order in the over one hundred years since the human race was almost annihilated. The world has been divided into two segments—those who live inside the Gate and those who reside outside. The Gate is a high tech shield, which protects the enclosed city from contamination from the outside. Climate-controlled and almost impenetrable, the ruling class lived inside the safe confines, while everyone else resides outside in poverty, filth, disease and lawlessness.
Those in power wish to stay there. To that end, they’ve created Alphas—genetically enhanced assassins. Created in a lab, these men have been bred and trained to kill. Their masters control them through their computer implants. But these men are Alphas. Defeat is not in their vocabulary. The two remaining Alphas manage to override the control of the men who have held them captive and manipulated them their entire lives. Now they’ve escaped and are outside the Gate. Their only goal is to bring down the Ruling Council and Gate.
The first book, Embracing Silence, was released from Ellora’s Cave in August. Book two, Have Mercy, released on October 7th.
Blurb: Have Mercy
Logan is an Alpha—a genetically enhanced assassin—who has escaped from the lab that created him. He is now outside the Gate, a high-tech shield that protects the enclosed city from the contaminated and lawless land outside. Shot while evading security forces sent to eliminate him, Logan’s only goal is survival.
Mercy Dockins is a healer. Her world is shaken to its foundations when a stranger is brought to her near death. As she heals him, her body and soul respond to him, overwhelming her with sexual desire. With little more than a look and a touch, passion flares out of control, consuming them both.
But this stranger is dangerous to not only her well-being, but also to the safety of everyone she loves. And he has brought the security forces right to her door.
The future is here and it’s endlessly fascinating. Enjoy it!
N.J. has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
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