Friday, October 29, 2010

UNMASKED - New Release from Ellora's Cave!

I'm so excited to announce that I have a hot new erotic romance out with Ellora's Cave just in time for Halloween called UNMASKED!

I always love writing holiday-themed romances, so when my editor at Ellora's Cave put out the word that her authors needed to get Halloween stories in by a certain date so she could get to them in time for the holiday, I immediately started throwing around ideas for a Halloween-themed erotic romance.

I came up with a few storylines, but kept coming back to one that takes place at a costume party. I think there's just something inherently sexy about them - you know, no one knows who you are underneath the mask, so you can do anything you want.

So, I ran with the idea about a girl going to a costume party and hooking up with a hot masked man. I had a pretty good storyline going if I do say so myself, but I wanted to make it even more intriguing, so I thought, what if the heroine goes to the costume party looking for this hot, hunky coworker she's been lusting after? Of course, she'd have to know what he's going to be dressed up as for it to work, so I settled on the phantom of Venice. Just sounds mysterious, doesn't it? To make it more fun, though, I decided to have more than one guy dressed up in the same costume, so the heroine would have to come up with some ingenious way to figure out which guy was the one she was looking for. Admittedly, that was a good idea. Really good. But I didn't stop there. I wanted the heroine to have even more fun, so instead of making the costume party a regular old Halloween party, I made it a spanking party! For some reason, that always seems to be a big theme in my books! LOL! So, what does the heroine do, you're wondering? Let every phantom of Venice she comes across spank her until she find the right one? I don't want to give too much of the story away, but trust me when I say that the heroine has a LOT of fun trying to figure out which guy is the one she's looking for!

To whet your appetite for more, I've included a sexy excerpt. Hope you enjoy it! And if you pick up UNMASKED, let me know how you like it!


When Tabitha Buckley gets a chance to go to the hottest Halloween costume party in LA, she can’t turn it down, especially since the coworker she’s been lusting after is going to be there. And since she knows he’ll be dressed as the phantom of Venice, he should be easy to find. What Tabitha doesn’t know is that this isn’t the average costume party, but a spanking party. Having gotten spanked by a few boyfriends before, that doesn’t bother her as much as the fact that there’s more than one phantom of Venice on the guest list.

Not to be deterred, she decides the best way to figure out which masked
hunk is her coworker is to let each phantom spank her until she find the
man she’s looking for. And when she finds him, the night is going to end
exactly like she’s always fantasized - in bed having hot, sweaty sex!


She turned her head to see a man standing just outside the French doors there. Although he was half hidden in the shadows, the tricorn hat and cape of his costume were unmistakable. He was one of the elusive phantoms she had been looking for.

Even though she’d decided she wasn’t going to waste another minute looking for Robert, she found herself walking toward the man as if drawn to him. He was
tall with broad shoulders and dark hair, just like Robert. Though she didn’t remember her coworker being quite so tall or well built. Then again, he didn’t
often wear a cape and a tricorn hat to Sultry Records, so it was hard to tell. The costume could make him look bigger than he really was.

His sensuous lips curved into a smile. “I was wondering when you’d get around to me.”

Her breath hitched. Was this Robert? More importantly, did he know who she was? She gazed into his eyes, looking for a hint of recognition, but it was impossible to see his expression with a mask on.

“Get around to you?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to have a thing for the phantom of Venice.”

Her face colored at that. Had he been watching her? “There is something rather sexy about being spanked by a tall, dark, mysterious man in a cape and mask.”

He let out a soft chuckle. The deep, husky sound felt like a caress on her skin and she shivered. Was that Robert’s voice? She wasn’t sure. It definitely sounded as sexy as she remembered from the few times they’d talked.

“So do you want me to give you a spanking?” he asked softly.

Heat pooled between her thighs at the thought of him putting her over his knee. She gave him a flirtatious smile. “That is why I’m here.”

He grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Tabitha’s pulse raced as he took her hand and led her outside to the ornate stone bench on the terrace. Even though she’d gotten two spankings already that night, the possibility that this time she was actually going to have her bottom warmed by the man she’d been dreaming of, fantasizing about and lusting after forever made her pussy tingle with anticipation. God, if she got any hotter, she was going to orgasm just from thinking about it.

Sitting down on the bench, he slowly guided her over his knee, then placed a hand on her back like the other two phantoms who had spanked her. When he lightly cupped her ass through her short dress with his other hand and gave it a squeeze, Tabitha knew this spanking wasn’t going to be like the ones the others had given her.

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Why I Love Demons

This month marks the release of the first story in my new demon series (Demon on the Dance Floor). I have a serious thing for bad, bad boys and no being is more bad than a demon. Being bad is their business, their gig. They spread chaos and temptation and make up their own twisted rules to the already twisted game of life.

Why do I love demon heroes in romances?

It is because I truly believe that everyone, regardless of past or personality, deserves love. I've done some bad things in my life (usually not intentionally and yes, sometimes under the influence of alcohol). I have flaws. However, even damaged little ol' me found love (17 years ago with my wonderful hubby). Unless you're an angel, you've also done some bad things.

I figure if demons can find love, then shouldn't more… ahhh… balanced humans be able to find love too?

My demons believe they can't love or they shouldn't love so when they do fall in love, it makes them as Fridleif claims "crazy and a bit stupid." They may never say the words. They may make needless sacrifices trying to protected the ones they love from themselves. They may explain away their feelings as lust. This makes the stories even more interesting to me.

By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press

Demon on the Dance Floor

Having lived for over three thousand years, Maximus -- a powerful blood demon -- thinks he has seen everything. That is... until a sexy vessel dances into his nightclub. Max has never met an unattached vessel before. They are rare and coveted by demons. He is determined to bond with the brave little brunette, keeping her for his eternal mate.

Unfortunately every other demon on the planet wishes to capture her powers. Can Maximus woo and win his freedom-loving Kayla or will an ancient rival use darker tactics to bind her?

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It was Friday night, and scantily-clad bodies writhed on the dance floor. Kayla moved to the pulsing rhythm, brushing against other dancers. She loved the decadent feel of skin. After a long week of little physical contact, she needed to touch. She looked up to the second level of the club. A man leaned against the railing, watching her. She needed to touch him.

His name was Maximus, Max to patrons. As far as she knew he had no last name. He didn’t need one. Everyone knew who he was, what he was. The blood demon owned the club. He was wealthy, ancient, and powerful. No one messed with him.

She shouldn’t mess with him either. She raised her hands, silently calling him to her. There was a flash of red in those demon black eyes. It could have been the strobe lights. Kayla fancied it to be desire. He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt, exposing muscular forearms. Her body vibrated with anticipation. He did that before he danced with her.

He never danced with anyone else. Kayla knew she was deluding herself by thinking that meant something. He was a demon. She was a mere human. He stomped down the stairs, patrons scattering before him. He was large, looming head and shoulders over the average man. Those shoulders were impossibly wide, accentuating a trim waist.

He made his way through the crowd to her. Kayla resisted the urge to run to him. Instead, she danced, knowing he would come to her. That dark intent was etched into his face. Max wasn’t pretty boy handsome. His face was too wide and his chin too square. He was power personified. Black hair fell over his forehead. Kayla’s fingers itched to push it back.

A tall blonde danced in front of her, and Kayla lost sight of Max. All she saw were big breasts bouncing. She closed her eyes, blocking out her new view. She didn’t have to see that. She didn’t have to see him. She felt him approach, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing up. The music slowed to a throbbing primal beat. A big hand clasped her swaying hips.

That was what she needed. She needed Max’s hands on her body. She leaned back into him, reaching up to wrap her fingers around the nape of his neck. His other hand slid under her halter top, his callused fingers rough against her stomach. She undulated against him, shamelessly brushing her ass against his crotch. He moved with her, pressing her into him. They were as one on the dance floor.

She lifted her chin and breathed in deeply. He smelled of expensive cologne and that distinctive scent that was all Max. That scent filled her body. They danced, lost in each other. Max’s demon heat warmed her. He kissed and licked behind her ear. His fingers stroked an inch below her left breast, his touch making her pussy throb to the rhythm. It begged for release.

As if reading her thoughts, he turned her in his arms. This close, there was no mistaking his desire. His eyes glowed red. His jaw clenched. The throbbing in her pussy intensified.

He pulled her to him so she straddled his thigh, her short black skirt pulling up. Sweet heaven. She ground against him. He felt so good. His right hand was on her ass, his fingers cupping and squeezing. His left hand was between her breasts. Her breasts and legs quivered. She was going to come, right in the middle of the dance floor.

“Max,” she cried out, her voice drowned out by the music. She clutched at his shoulders, frantic with feeling.

“Come for me, Kayla,” he commanded. His voice, low and deep, reached down into her, pushing her toward pleasure. She was helpless to resist it.

The other dancers faded from her view. All she saw and felt and heard was him. He coaxed passion from her using ancient, crude-sounding words she did not know yet understood all the same. She rocked against him again and again, her fever building. She was burning.

“Max.” She arched, sliding her pussy forward on his thigh, thrusting her breasts up. He bent his head, his hot mouth dragging along her curves, and she broke. The darkness of the club burst into the light of a thousand laser beams. She convulsed, shaking in his arms.


He drew her up as she quieted, kissing along her body. He paused, his gaze fixed on her pendant. Kayla always wore it. It had been in her family for years, one of the last keepsakes she had from her parents. He smiled slowly and pressed his lips against it. The silver heated, burning her skin.

Kayla looked down in horror. The pendant was melting. Hot liquid dripped over her skin. Her body jerked as she was hit with an unrelenting blast of energy.

“Max?” She held onto him. The assault came from him. What was he doing to her?


Cynthia Sax

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Monday, October 25, 2010

Goddesses of Love and War: Ishtar and the Morrigan

Inanna. Ishtar. Anat. Sekhmet-Bast. The Morrigan.

These goddesses of love and war were the original kick-ass heroines: the Buffys and the Anita Blakes of the ancient world. Fiery and tough, they fought and loved on their own terms, defying society's rules for women in nearly every era. The archetype of the goddess of love and war has always been a personal favorite of mine, so it's not surprising that they keep showing up in my stories--the Mesopotamian Ishtar in Blood Hero, and the Irish Morrigan in Faery's Bargain.

The similarities between Ishtar and Morrigan are many:
  • Both are warriors in cultures when men dominated the battlefield, and both were lusty in nature, taking lovers as they pleased, before and sometimes after marriage.
  • Both were spurned by a human hero -- Ishtar's affections were refused by Gilgamesh, and the Morrigan attempted to seduce the Irish hero Cu Chulainn. Both goddesses sought revenge for these affronts, Ishtar by sending the Bull of Heaven to kill Gilgamesh and the Morrigan by cursing Cu Chulainn.
  • Both were associated with the bull.
  • Both were honored in sacred marriage rites, in which they legitimized and blessed the kings whose beds they shared.
  • Both were associated with the fertility of the land, which was sustained by their union with another deity at the beginning of the new year (Ishtar with the Mesopotamian god Tammuz, the Morrigan with the Irish god Dagda).
Is it a coincidence that these goddesses from such different parts of the world have so much in common?

Jungians might argue that Ishtar and the Morrigan are similar because they're both expressions of an archetype that's embedded in the human subconscious. But it's also possible that the Morrigan resembles Ishtar because she is Ishtar, adopted by the Celts into their pantheon and remade in their image. Ancient peoples were much more mobile than was once thought, migrating and trading throughout the Old World. It's common to think of the Greeks, Egyptians, Phoenicians and Celts as separate civilizations, because they're often presented individually in history classes, but they traded and fought with each other frequently.

There are several different points in history where the Celts could have been exposed to Ishtar:
  • The people who eventually became the Celts originated in the steppes of Russia, migrating westward into Europe. Some of those proto-Celts settled in Turkey, and their new neighbors, the Hittites, had already adopted the worship of Ishtar from Mesopotamia. The Turkish Celts were called "Galatai" by the Greeks (and when Paul wrote his epistle to them, he addressed them as "Galatians.") It's possible that the Galatians picked up the worship of Ishtar from the Hittites and passed it on through trade and travel to their western relatives in Europe.
  • Other proto-Celts pushed all the way through Europe until they reached Spain, where they came in contact with the Phoenicians, who worshipped a version of Ishtar they called Anat. And the Gaels--the first Celts to settle in Ireland, who fought the Tuatha de Danann--were Celtiberians from Spain.
  • The proto-Celts living along the coast of Asia Minor and in the Balkans lived among the Greeks, whose trading ships circulated both goods and culture around the Mediterranean, and who coined the name "Keltoi" for the ancestors of the Irish people. The same traders who were responsible for bringing Ishtar to Cyprus, where she was worshipped as Aphrodite, may very well have introduced the Celts of Asia Minor to this Near Eastern goddess. Furthermore, the Greeks established a trading colony in France in 600 B.C.E called Massilia (known today as Marseilles), which opened up trade between the Mediterranean and central Europe--another trade route along which Near Eastern culture could have been imported.
  • Ishtar was worshipped in Egypt as Astarte, and we know that the Celts served in the army of Ptolemy II, because four of them left behind some graffiti in the chapel of Horus at Karnak. Writing in Greek this quartet of foot soldiers identified themselves as Galatians and bragged about catching a jackal. Furthermore, Celtic graves have been found at Hadra near Alexandria. We don't know how far back in history Celts might have visited Egypt--most of our evidence for their presence comes from a later period, when the Celtic culture was long established--but given how far the proto-Celts had already traveled, it's within the realm of possibility that they were in Egypt well before the colonization of Ireland.
Who's your favorite kick-ass heroine? Is she a mythological figure, like Inanna, a fictional character, like Anita Blake, or a real woman, like Boudicca?

One lucky commenter wins their own copies of Blood Hero and Faery's Bargain!

Madeleine Drake writes feisty, fast-paced paranormal romance and erotica that spans the space-time continuum. aised by a pride of cats, a friendly mutt, and the Sonoma County library system, she loves to read about ancient history and mythology, anthropology, gender roles, and sexual archetypes. Her homeworld is located out past the constellation Orion, but she currently resides in Texas. You can find her online at

Blood Hero: She's Sex, He's Death
A vampire and a succubus join forces in ancient Babylon

When Rihat, a soldier in Babylon's army, discovers that his village is being terrorized by an akhazu demon, he seeks help at Marduk's temple. He meets Iltani, a demigoddess who's been cursed by Ishtar to live as an ardat-lili, enslaved by lust, a night-maiden who feeds on sexual energy.

Iltani offers Rihat the power to slay the akhazu, if he'll agree to serve her every need without question. But will the price of that power be more than Rihat can bear to pay?

Faery's Bargain
A sexy Fae warrior makes a witch an offer she can't refuse

Tara's witchcraft has failed to save her naga-bitten nephew: the only cure is a rare Faery herb, impossible for a human to obtain.

Kane, a warrior of the Morrigan tribe, is bound to a baigh-duil. He needs a witch to help him send the soul-devouring monster back to its own realm, and he's willing to bargain.

It seems like a fair trade--the herb for help with a single spell. But what will Tara do when she realizes Kane can only perform sex magic and death magic?

Excerpts and reviews for Blood Hero and Faery's Bargain:

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Are You Ready for Some Football?

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Siren Allure


by Destiny Blaine

[Siren Allure: Erotic Contemporary Romance] Cassie Teller is a woman who appears to live a simple life, but look beyond the surface and discover a complicated lady with very scandalous secrets....

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by Destiny Blaine

[Ménage & More: Contemporary Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Spousal Sharing] There's unconditional love and there's obsessive love. In a love triangle, sometimes there's a little of both, and it can complicate a marriage. Cassie is torn between a lover she's always known and a man she'll always love, but she may not need to choose between the two.

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SEXY IS NEVER IGNORED [Sports Wives 3] by Destiny Blaine

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Contemporary Ménage a Quatre Romance, F/M/M/M, Spousal Sharing] He is Sports and Entertainment World's Man of the Year. She is the woman lucky enough to marry the highest paid quarterback in the history of the Professional Football Confederacy, but Cassie Teller's luck doesn't stop there.

For those of you new to the Sports Wives Series, these books are divided up in increments of three. Suzy's story begins with Damaged Goods.

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Siren Allure DAMAGED GOODS [Sports Wives 4]

by Destiny Blaine

[Siren Allure: Erotic Contemporary Romance] Marco Giovanni is a rookie football player with a bright career. Suzy Illiani has a reputation for sleeping around with football superstars. Suzy's no-strings-attached relationships work well until she arranges a manipulated meeting with a young athlete set for evaluation of an open QB position in Dallas.

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by Destiny Blaine

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, May-December, BDSM] Alanzo Giovanni knows Suzy is the only woman for him. When his brother dies, Alanzo and Suzy weather the storm of a rocky love affair. In the end a new love emerges, and the ménage relationship Suzy has always wanted is suddenly within her reach when an old love resurfaces.

~Coming in 2011~


[Sports Wives 6]by Destiny Blaine

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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Leigh Ellwood's Contest Giveaway Extended!

Please read the original post, pasted here. October turned out to be a busier month than anticipated, so I'm extending my two giveaways through October 31. When I'm back from trick or treating, I'll pick the winners, I swear. Thanks so much!!!!

This September, I had the honor of attending Authors After Dark as a featured author and panelist, and I had a great time. I enjoyed meeting people with whom I'd previously communicated online, and it's always a pleasure hooking up with Bridget Midway, Yvette Hines, and Denise Jeffries. We were the Golden Girls of Erotica and hosted an 80s cheesecake bash. Not sure what's on tap for next year, but I'm in.

For October, I'm planning two different giveaways, so read the whole post!

This year, I brought home from AAD a bulging goody bag of books, promo, and all sorts of neat stuff, and I'm giving it away to one lucky reader. Here are the titles you'll get:

Wild Blue Under - Judi Fennell
Queene of Light - Jennifer Armintrout
Dark Days & Wicked Nights - sampler of excerpts from Allyson James, Devyn Quinn, Meljean Book and others
The Tease Dark Tarot: Death - Dorlana Vann
Tigers and Devils - Sean Kennedy (M/M)
The Beast Within  - Erin McCarthy, Bianca D'Arc, and Jennifer Lyon
plus two freebies by me: a print version of Dareville After Dark and a proof of She Loves Me, my F/F collection.

To enter for the above giveaway, simply click on and fill out the form. US winner gets the bag, International winner gets free downloads from DLP Books.

Deadline to enter is October 31st, midnight EST.

My second giveaway will tie in with Breast Cancer Awareness Month. My mom is doing the walk for the third year in a row, and as I can't take the time off to do it I will use my Facebook Page as a month-long tribute to the great women we have lost to this disease. Every day will feature a different woman and hopefully create awareness that self-detection and early detection is the key.

For this giveaway, I'll send one US winner a gift from the Republic of Tea (a Sip for the Cure selection) and a print book from my backlist, reader's choice. One International winner gets a $15 gift certificate to Phaze Books. To enter this giveaway, you only have to like my Facebook page! Deadline to enter the second giveaway is October 31, midnight EST.

Friday, October 22, 2010

There's a whole lot happening!

I'm in the middle of MASS chaos today- in fact, my entire house is being moved into storage and I'll be hitting the road with my family for a few months. Yes, there's an adventure coming, added to by the fact I've got the most amazing release schedule for the next few months.

My second print book, Turn It On, will be out in December. It's currently available for pre-order through Amazon and B&N. If you click any of the titles, they will link you to a blurb, excerpt and links to ordering.

I'm pleased, and sad, to announce that Wolf Tracks, book 4 in the Granite Lake Wolves will be available from Samhain Publishing. Oct 26. It's tough to see this series come to an end, but I simply love TJ's story. (Plus...I have started work on a new series, so all is not lost! More wolfies in the future!)

November, a new contemporary menage is out on the 30th from Samhain. Falling, Freestyle is a friends-to-lovers story set in a mountain community and a ski resort. Tons of fun for a wintery read.

Then December 6th it's back to the paranormal for a twisted tale with cat-shifters, Tangled Tinsel. This is a new publisher for me, from Carina Press, as a special release. I hope you grow to love my kitties as much as the wolfies!

Contest News

For the month of October there is a Fall Frenzy contest hosted by Moira Rogers and myself--if you click on the bottom banner it will take you to the site for a chance to win print and ebooks from some of the best Speculative Romance writers around.


Vivian Arend will be writing on the road for the next while. If you'd like to catch up to her--check out her blog/website Romance, Hot and Wild.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Villain or Hero?

In 2004 when I started my Blood and Soul vampire series, Lao was introduced as a villain. In the Blood and Soul universe (which includes Dangerous Cravings, The Elixir Maidens, Heart's Blood, The Masters, and Bloody or Nothing) he appeared in various stories, causing pain and wreaking havoc. Even several of his blood children turned against him, yet at the same time they felt a grudging respect for him.

Though Lao was the "bad guy" I always felt a connection to him. There are usually two sides to every story and so far the books had been written from the point of view of Lao's enemies.

In Bloody or Nothing, Villain Tamed, which releases today, Lao finally tells his side of the story.

As a reader and as a writer I like stories that explore the villain. Depending on your point of view, a villain can sometimes became a hero and vice versa. I tend to be a fan of villains and antiheroes. Usually they're easier to relate to and possess weaknesses I can understand.

Do you like to look at stories from various points of view? Have you ever related more to the "bad guy" than the "good guy" in a story?

Bloody or Nothing: Villain Tamed
by Kate Hill
From Changeling Press
Cover art by Zuri
(Erotic Gay Vampire)


For centuries Lao has battled humankind and in doing so has made many enemies. Injured while fighting the dreaded new reign, he asks for refuge from Sudsy Waters.

The last thing Lao wants is to fall in love with a human, but when he meets Tyler, the doctor at Blood or Nothing, a love ignites that will burn all barriers Lao has built around his heart.

In the final battle with the Evil Master, the future of the world depends on Lao, but can love redeem the man feared almost as much as the devil?

Read an excerpt from Villain Tamed here.

About Kate Hill

What do trips around the world, endless nights of breathtaking sex, and a muscular, 6-foot 3-inch, brown-haired, blue-eyed significant other have to do with Kate Hill? Absolutely nothing, but she can dream, can't she? In reality Kate is a single, thirty-something vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies.

Currently, she might not be traveling around the world, but Kate has visited Europe and Africa and those beautiful places have been wonderful inspiration for her writing. While working at various times as a clerk, assistant karate instructor, house painter and banker, Kate dreamed of being an author. In 1996 her first short story was accepted for publication and since then she has sold over ninety short stories, novellas and novels.

Kate's stories, The Chieftain's Bride and Vampire Master, have won The Romance Studio's CAPA and in 2002 her vampire novel, The Immaculate, was nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award.

When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, and researching vampires and Viking history. Visit Kate online at

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Syfy Junkie

Yep, that would be me. I love the syfy channel, especially Saturdays. You can find me in my jammies, sipping coffee, most all day. It's my one day of the week I save for me. I don't answer the phone. I don't answer the door. I don't want company. And I don't cook! LOL Most family and friends know not to bother me or ask me to do anything on Saturday.

During the month of October, syfy is especially good. They really bring out the scariest movies during Halloween. Most of the time it seems they show the same movies over and over. But this month they've shown some doozies! Movies I've never seen. Two of the scariest, in my opinion, are The Exorcist and The Descent.

You'd think with my fascination with syfy that I would write it. But I prefer contemporary romance filled with real life and real situations. This month I'm excited because I have two new releases. All the Right Moves with The Wild Rose Press, and Breathless Surrender with Ellora's Cave. Below are brief blurbs and links to follow if you're interested in reading more.

The Wild Rose Press
Print and ebook

Annie McCall finds a patient dead in her office, and now she's on the run for her life. Detective Marshall Thomas is willing to break the rules to protect the beautiful doctor, but who will protect her from him? It isn't long before the only danger Annie's facing is the sizzling heat between the sheets.

Ellora's Cave

Months of running into her sexy new neighbor takes a toll on Alexis' libido. There's interest in his smoky gaze every time they meet, but he seems reluctant to ask her out. And other than a slight nod, and a polite hello, that's all they share. About to take matters into her own hands, she finds herself thrown into a situation that could end her life.

With nothing but erotic fantasies of Alexis to warm his bed at night, Reid knows he has to stay away from her until his undercover assignment is over. But when a coldblooded initiation to prove he's trustworthy forces him to involve her, there's nothing to keep him from claiming her.

Tory Richards

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

English as she is spoken!

Who knew that English is not always English? We Aussies are a strange bunch and we use a lot of words that are typically Australian and no one else has any idea what we’re talking about. In these days of the internet, living in Australia and writing for American and English publishing houses presents no barrier. Or at least, none that I was aware of…until I got hit with my first few rounds of edits.

The first time I used ‘wheelie bin’ in one of my manuscripts my editor sent me a big “huh?’ comment in my edits. That’s what we call our rubbish bins. Big green plastic suckers with two wheels on the back to make it easier to move it to the sidewalk on collection day. Now I’ll use trash can instead so I don’t confuse the reader. Your sidewalk is our footpath. I use knickers while my American friends call them panties. But the one that cracked me up was the word ‘fanny.’ We had some American friends come out to stay with us and they couldn’t understand why we burst out laughing when the wife chipped her hubby for smacking her on the fanny. Not funny, you think? It is where we live. In America, fanny might mean your rear end, but no so over here. Er…same general location, but a bit more toward the front of the body. You get my drift? Over here, smacking someone on the fanny takes on a whole different meaning.

We have another word that confuses a lot of overseas visitors. The word ‘pissed.” Yes, I know it’s used in America, but we’ve made an art form out of using this word so many different ways. For explanation purposes, I’m going to leave you with
an excerpt from my Ellora’s Cave release HONEY TRAP that hopefully will explain it all.

Honey Trap by Alexis Fleming Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing ISBN: 9781419925269 LINK: BLURB: Seductive scents…torrid suspense…
For Australian scientist Kyla Harris, danger is not her middle name, but when she invents a cologne that acts as an aphrodisiac, she becomes embroiled in a CIA case. Sexy American agent Logan Matthews is assigned as her bodyguard when someone tries to steal her sensual formula. Kyla finally has the edge in the war of the sexes and Logan Matthews is her target. A little fun in bed…on the desk…in the Aussie bush— what better way to test her cologne? It’s just a shame Logan’s only reacting because of the formula…or is he? EXCERPT She shivered as his warm breath wafted across her neck. Damn, so much for keeping her libido in check. Her mind kicked into gear and she remembered the effects of her earlier experiment. She had no idea how long this stuff would last. She didn’t want Logan attracted to her because of some aphrodisiac she may have invented. She jerked herself away from him. “Hey, no sniffing. I’m not some bitch in heat.” “I can assure you, darlin’, there’s no way I would compare you to a female dog.” Logan grinned and went back for another sniff. All of a sudden, Kyla smelled the rancid odor of old garlic and onions and felt the sloppy, wet slide of a tongue trailing up the opposite side of her neck. She jumped to her feet so quickly her chair overbalanced and crashed to the floor. Spinning around, she found Greasy on his knees, his hands clasped in prayer supplication. “Come home with me, Kyla. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” “That’s it! Enough already.” Kyla bent down and grabbed her purse from under the table. “I’m going home to have a shower.” “Hey, it’s okay. I can deal with this old fellow.” Logan stood and faced Greasy. “You remember me telling you the lady isn’t interested? Well, the same still holds. Now how about you be a good boy and head off?” Greasy looked crestfallen, but he stood and shuffled out the door. Logan slid his arm around Kyla’s waist and sniffed at her neck again. “See? All over and done with. Now you can stay and we’ll get to know each other better.” She shrugged out of his hold and stepped back, hand held up to ward him off. “Nope, this night is over. I’m heading home.” She looked at her friend. “You coming, Lisa?” “Sorry, Logan. You’re on your own. Why don’t you join the guys at the bar? They’re having a contest to see who can drink the most piss in an hour.” A look of horror flashed across Logan’s face. He opened his mouth to respond then slammed it shut. After an audible swallow, he tried again. “Ah…I, ah…I don’t drink urine!” Kyla pressed her lips firmly together in an effort not to grin. Then she made the mistake of glancing at Lisa. They both dissolved into laughter. When Kyla finally caught her breath, she wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes and faced Logan. “Looks like we’ll have to educate you. Here in Australia, if someone asks if you want to go drink piss, they’re asking if you want to go out for a beer.” “You’re kidding, right?” Logan shook his head. “This country is crazy.” “You think that’s bad? Do you know how many ways we use piss over here?” She held up one finger. “Someone is pissed at you? They’re mad at you.” Lisa held up the next finger. “Someone is taking the piss out of you? They’re making fun of you.” “I’m pissed off? I’m angry.” Kyla waved a hand at Lisa. “Or you’re going to go out and get pissed, as in you’re going to go get drunk.” The two women continued to bounce Aussie slang phrases off one another, laughing all the while. Logan stood there with a bemused look on his face. “Or get into a pissing match. Get into an argument or contest.” “It’s pissing down.” “Pissing against the wind.” “Or you could tell someone to piss off.” Logan waved his hands in the air. “No more. I give up. I’ll never understand Aussie talk.” Kyla gave him a pat on the arm. “It takes time to understand us, but you’ll get there eventually.” She turned and walked toward the door of the bar, Lisa at her side. “Good night, Logan,” she called over her shoulder.

Clear as mud? As I said, we Aussies are a strange bunch at times.

Alexis Fleming

Monday, October 18, 2010

Haunt Me Taunt Me by Ann Cory

Good morning to all the lovely TRS Blue Blog Readers :) October is my absolute favorite month and not only because of my birthday or mine and hubby's anniversary - but the biggest reason is because of Halloween. The story below was written back in 2007 and used to be available through a publisher now defunct. I hope you enjoy!

Haunt Me Taunt Me
by Ann Cory (copyright 2007-2010)

Just before midnight, the sky lit up with jagged bolts of lightning, and seared the sky in chaotic whimsy. Smashed pumpkins lay discarded along the sidewalks, gutted of their seeds and slimy innards. Jake sauntered past the scar-faced carnies sweeping up the cigarette butts and regurgitated food from those with a weak stomach. The malnourished workers freaked him out with their toothless grins; thin scraggly-hair, and putrid odor of days old sweat and rotten cabbage. He wouldn’t trust them with his life. There was no way he would get on a ride that could be set up and taken down like a cardboard pop-up, assembled by uneducated mouth-full-of-rot rejects. The only attractions to be had were the game booths and the funhouse.

It was a few minutes to closing but already most of the people had left, save for a young couple fondling one another beneath tight shirts and jeans. The blonde was pretty hot, allowing her boyfriend safe passage between her legs. Jake analyzed the guy and didn’t see any reason that would explain why she was with him. He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair and massaged the back of his neck. It confused him how unattractive men were always able to obtain some of the most beautiful women in the world. Even at thirty he was still a good catch and had his share of women who flocked around him, but they weren’t the prettiest. He had standards on how someone should look, though he had to admit he could stand to lose a few pounds from around his waist. Otherwise he was in good shape. Spending countless hours at the gym wasn’t his thing, but he liked to hike in the summer and lifted weights here and there.

Another couple walked by, dressed as a pimp and a whore. He couldn’t help but follow his eyes along the black fishnet stockings attached to long, lean legs. A tiny leather skirt came to just where his imagination went wild. The way her ass shifted as she walked sent his pulse pounding. Too many gorgeous women and they weren’t with him! Frustrated he picked up his pace and looked around the emptying carnival grounds. He wasn’t ready to leave just yet.

Halloween was his favorite holiday. There was none of that gift giving or spreading good cheer toward other crap. Evil was out and it was a time to get crazy, or something like that. Memories of his teenage years raced in his mind of terrorizing trick or treaters and getting the snot scared out of him at creepy haunted houses. He’d been easy to scare back then and as an adult he tried to relive the years by going to places deemed worthy of a few scares and screams. A buddy had told him the carnival was supposed to be downright creepy, but the only thing that came to mind was the word cheesy. Still, there was a strong sense of mischief in the cool night air, and it pumped up his adrenaline. Anything had to be better than sitting around the house answering the door, or watching another lame excuse for a slasher film. Besides, he only watched them for the scantily clad sexy vixens. He hated to admit it, but he realized he was just too old to be scared anymore.

The breeze picked up and went right through his thin white shirt and jeans. A breathy voice seemed to trail around his head with a feminine voice whispering his name.

“Jaaaake. Jaaaaaaake.”

He turned his head every which way to figure out where it was coming from, but it was too quiet to tell.

Then all at once it vanished, along with the breeze. Jake turned the corner and noticed for the first time a highly decorated tent. Cobwebs and skeletons hung outside the entrance, giving it the appearance of something meant to appeal to the younger crowd. But when he took a step inside, he got a different perspective. Streams of multi-colored beads hung from a steel rod and subtle Egyptian music played.

“Good evening,” echoed a sultry voice.

Jake spread the beads apart and walked through, leaving them to clang together behind him. The smell of sandalwood filled his senses as he stood in the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. With his arms outstretched he felt his way around. If someone were to see him, they’d probably think he was a zombie.

“That’s right, come to me, follow the sound of my voice.”

Whoever went with the voice had his full attention. Now if he could just see her. Imaginary fingers ushered him forward by his balls, offering him the prospect of something naughty just ahead. Through the darkened maze he walked until a subtle light surrounded a stunning brunette wearing a black robe. Most of her face was sheathed in a lavender veil, but there was no mistaking her beauty. She sat in front of a small round table with a glowing crystal ball to her right and a deck of cards to her left.

“Come, sit down. I know why you have come and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”
Jake sat down and looked into her eyes, the only part of her face visible; a pair of jade green jewels that left him feeling naked and exposed. He was certain she could bring him to a full orgasm with her comely eyes alone. Had he missed the sign that said enter tent and get laid?

The mystery woman removed her robe and displayed a pair of bronze breasts, heaving slowly with each deep breath. Her nipples were outstretched, begging to be pinched by his expert fingers and teeth. His knees buckled and he quickly took a seat across from her. It was impossible not to stare at her feminine charms. Looking closer he noticed a long jagged scar above her left breast.

“Welcome Jake,” she greeted with a heavy accent.

He blinked his eyes, trying to form one intelligent thought. Had he already told her his name? At this point he wasn’t sure. The sandalwood scent was making him dizzy. It was hard to look up from her breasts; they were perfectly shaped to run his hands over.

“You are looking to find love, no?” she asked mysteriously.

A strand of her dark hair fell from behind her shoulder and covered a nipple, making him snap to attention.

“No, well, I mean I, sure I’d like to find love…someday.” He bit his lip. The last thing he wanted to talk about was love. Getting busy with the sexy fortuneteller was on his list of priorities at the moment.

She sat back in her chair, letting several strands of jewelry shimmer between her ample mounds. “Do you want to know what it looks like?”

He looked up at her lips for a brief moment and then his eyes grazed back to her breasts. The fortuneteller scooted her chair back further and his eyes followed down her taut stomach. Not a stitch of clothing was on her body. She parted her thighs and he held his breath. Jake’s reflection stared back at him. It took him a minute to understand she had a small mirror positioned between her shapely legs.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

Her brows furrowed “Pardon me?”

“Your costume you have – had on. Are you a gypsy? Magical seer? Arabian princess?”

“I assure you I do not ever wear a costume. Now no more questions. I have for you what it is you seek. Look closely for your love is hidden inside the mirror.”
Each honey-laced word rolled out in thin wisps of smoke, much like the sandalwood incense, curling around his face, taunting him into submission. A light mist formed around his body and clung to his skin.

Jake stared into the mirror, confused by what he saw. “I am supposed to love myself?”
If this wasn’t fuck all. He would much rather reach over and remove the damn mirror, sink his fingers inside her gypsy treasure, and make her beg for more.

“No Jake, you will find your love within the mirror. Look closer. Do you not see her amorous beauty?”

He widened his eyes, willing himself to see some hot number on a red silk sheet, her body posed like a centerfold.

“What exactly should I be seeing?”

The woman sighed, clearly exasperated with him. “As I said…love. She has set her eyes on you as the chosen one. Now go to the room of mirrors and you will find her there. She waits for you.”

Jake blinked his eyes. The lilting sound of the fortuneteller’s words put him into a strange sort of trance. He wasn’t ready to go just yet, the eye candy was too tempting.

“Is the woman you speak of as drop dead gorgeous as you?”

Her eyes blazed into his, and then she looked away.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You best heed my words. Now go find your true love before it is too late.”

“What does that mean? Too late. I have plenty of time for love.”

“Love has revealed herself to you. Now leave me, I grow tired and must rest.” She sighed and waved her hands at him.

Jake stood and gave a quick last glance around the tent. If he could find a bed in here, he’d happily join her in it.

“Go,” she repeated, her arms folded up to cover her breasts.

He sighed and felt his way through the pitch-black maze again until he reached the beads and made his way outside. His head cleared and he didn’t feel so out of it.
The room of mirrors, he thought. The funhouse was just up ahead and he figured that was where she had meant. No one was around so Jake jumped over the gate and climbed the steps. He stumbled along the rotating cylinder, and bumped his head before he jumped out the other side. While no one else had witnessed it, he was still embarrassed.

Quickly he scrambled up the incline conveyor belt and grabbed onto the frayed rope. He wasn’t quite as flexible as he used to be and was breaking a serious sweat. Come Monday he would lay off the pastries and pass on the cream in his coffee. He climbed up the rickety staircase and entered a room dedicated to an array of odd-sized reflections.

The first mirror stretched him like a wiener dog followed by one that projected a seven-foot version of the man he loved. Himself. Jake unzipped his jeans and stood to the side checking out his profile.

“Oh yeah!” he hollered, giving his reflection two thumbs up. “I’m hung like a giant!”

He was already sporting an erection from his rendezvous with the fortuneteller, but he’d never seen himself so huge. The next mirror was meant for a dwarf and he quickly tucked himself back in, there was no sense deflating his super ego right now. Each image conjured up some sort of child-like amusement until he stopped at one. It was a large square mirror with gold etchings all around it. When he looked, he didn’t see an image reflected back at all.

Jake put his fingertips up to the glass and touched what felt like warm water. Quickly he pulled away, but for some reason his fingers were dry. He tried again and this time his hand went straight through. The glass rippled up and around his wrist and he jerked back again. What was going on? Surely this was a trick. A mirror he could walk right through? Of course now the dilemma was, where did the other side lead? It hadn’t been kosher for the dimwitted Alice to go through the looking glass, so why would it be advantageous for him? He felt a tug in his pants and realized something was tempting him to go forward, the promise of something he wanted.

“Hello my love,” echoed a familiar voice.

The sandalwood scent returned full force, almost choking him.

Jake took a step back, his eyes wide.

“Do I know you?”

“I am your one true love. I have been waiting for you.”

The accent was unmistakable. It sounded the same as the gypsy from the tent.
“I’m not really looking for love, I just…”

His voice trailed off as an image of the fortuneteller appeared between the watery ripples, her body naked and glistening wet. This time she did not wear the veil. She smiled and parted her ruby lips.

“I am Mina and I will fulfill your every fantasy.”

Jake had no doubt what her body could do to him, and more than anything he wanted to taste her sinful lips. She reached out her hand and he stared.

“Come. I know the way to your heart.”

A million thoughts pinged inside his mind, but he ignored them. Who was he to turn down a woman taunting him? It’s not like there was someone better waiting for him in his bed at home. In general, women never lasted long with him in a relationship. It was hard to find one with a thick skin to put up with his attention to flaws. He wanted a drop-dead gorgeous prize by his side to show the world he could get the best. Now he’d found one and letting her disappear would be reckless on his part. Jake put his hand out and was surprised to feel her flesh. She really was real. Tiny vibrations made their way up his arm and he felt dizzy again. The excitement of being with her was overwhelming and all realistic thoughts vanished. Without a second thought, he took her hand and she pulled him in.

A bevy of swirling colors enveloped him and swallowed him up. Jake’s ears filled with the same warm liquid he’d first touched. His body felt like it was being twisted and stretched well beyond its normal capabilities. Panic set in when his lungs filled with water and made it difficult to breathe. Jake looked around and couldn’t see Mina anywhere. A torrent of bubbles appeared in front of him and he quickly kicked his legs hard, hoping fresh air was close.

Finally his head broke the surface of the water and he gasped for air. For a moment he wondered if she had tried to kill him, but the ambience around him suggested differently. He didn’t know where he was, but it resembled a cave. Scores of candles were lit, emitting a soothing glow among the otherwise blinding whiteness surrounding him. Mina walked up to him in all her naked glory, her bronze skin illuminated like maple syrup against the faint glow. Mirrors lined the walls, giving him a nice view of her entire body from both the front and back end.
All except for her face, which to his displeasure was covered back up with the lavender veil.

Her breasts bobbled as she bent down to offer a hand. In an instant he forgot about the strangeness he’d endured moments before and scrambled up to her.

“I didn’t notice when you’d let go.”

“Did you feel fear?”

Jake snickered as she stripped him of all his clothes. In mere seconds he was greatly aroused.

“Are you kidding? It takes a lot to scare me. I just didn’t know the way.”

“Love will guide you if you let it.”

She patted his shoulders and chest with a towel to help him dry off. Sinking down to her knees she took the towel in both hands and rubbed it against his erection, adding a surge of friction. Jake threw his head back and moaned. This woman knew what he wanted, and wasn’t wasting any time giving it to him. Before the intensity became too much, she slid her moist mouth over him, engulfing him far inside. Goose bumps covered his flesh.

He slid his fingers beneath the silky strands of her hair and helped her take him in deeper. “You’re perfect,” he whispered repeatedly, his body shaking.

Jake’s eyes closed to slits until he glanced over and noticed a mirror close by. He got even more turned on watching her head bob back and forth, taking in his entire length. The veil over her face was distracting and didn’t allow him to see her ruby lips working him hard. He tried to reach down to remove it, but Mina sped up until he couldn’t hold back any longer. A thunderous orgasm ripped through him accompanied by a surge of spasms.

“That was hot! I’ve never had a woman get me off like that before!”

She stood and bowed before him. “I am happy you are pleased. Now forgive me, but I am tired and must have a lie down.”

Jake scratched his head. “Don’t you want me to reciprocate?”

“It is not necessary, but my rest is.” She laid her body down on a pile of velvet blankets and turned so her back was to him.

Jake wasn’t too put off; it would give him time to recharge for the next round. Most women gave him grief if he didn’t turn around and please them. This woman was a fantasy come true, catering to his needs first without worrying about her own. Still, he planned to have her and ached to get between her lithe thighs. He could hear her breath become quiet and even, and he didn’t want to disturb her.

Halloween had turned out to be better than he imagined, though now he was feeling restless. The quiet was eerie and haunting. He looked toward the small pond of water from where he’d come in. How exactly would he get back to the funhouse? The thought of going back through the water was disconcerting, but he hoped easier the second time. Had he stayed home, he would have missed out on the chance to bed the scintillating creature, and what a shame that would have been.

Mina stirred a little, taunting him with delicious sighs. He wished she would remove the veil so he could see her whole face again; he’d only caught sight of it once in the mirror. Jake decided to lie down and spoon his body next to hers. For some reason she kept his body on high alert and he craved more. His erection poked against the curve of her lower back.

“Mm,” she sighed.

He ran his fingers along the back of her thighs, circling the roundness of her firm buttocks. Her figure had curves in all the right places, and he wanted to explore them all. Slowly he dipped his fingers inside the place he yearned to feel the most, and was met with exquisite heat. The woman was completely saturated inside and it furthered his erection to an almost unbearable throbbing.

“Lie on your tummy,” he whispered into her ear.

“We shouldn’t…it’s too soon.”

“You know you want it. Come on, tell me. Let me know you want to feel my cock between your thighs.”

Jake eased her onto her stomach and spread her legs. He slipped several fingers in and found her clit, rubbing at it until her breath grew short and the moaning intensified.

“I do, I want you so much,” she panted between gasps.

In circular motions he rubbed at the swollen nub until he couldn’t resist any longer. He spread her legs further and positioned himself just right. The entry was so slick he eased right in.

He knew it was going to feel good, but he hadn’t expected it to be like this. She was drenched, which only added to the excitement. Her body was soft to the touch, like whipped butter. The scent of sandalwood clung to her hair and he buried his face close, getting lost in its intoxicating aroma. His body shook as he filled her up more with his cock.

Mina rose to her knees and pushed herself into him, meeting his thrusts fast and furious. Jake rested one hand on her hip while the other reached around and fondled her breasts. He couldn’t wait to show her off to all his friends. They’d be envious.
“You are the most perfect woman I’ve ever had,” he whispered.

He ran his hand along her breast until her nipple was hard and ripe. Carefully he pinched it, watching the way she reacted. She fell forward onto her hands, slamming back into him, her hair swinging wildly. Everything about her was erotic and sexy. A light sheen of sweat covered her flesh, glowing amid the candlelight.

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you. You’re exactly what I’ve been waiting for.”

“Faster Jake, faster. Take me over the edge. You are the only one who can.”

Her voice of urgency sent him into overdrive. Yes, he was the only one. He steadied himself with both hands on her hips and plunged rapidly, his leg muscles tightening up.

All at once a sharp stabbing pain shot through his body. When he stopped thrusting, the pleasure of her wetness returned. Again he plummeted inside her and the shooting pain increased. He was close to another orgasm and he wanted her to experience one, but he couldn’t bare the pain.

“I’m so sorry,” he begged, feeling ashamed.

Mina collapsed to her back and slid her hand between her thighs. Jake watched as she brought herself to a swift orgasm, the color in her cheeks turning pink. Her cry of relief made him feel less guilty, but he’d have given anything to feel her inner muscles contract around his shaft. Jake stood and felt an odd warmth ooze down his thigh. When he looked down, he saw his lower abdomen had been ripped to shreds.

“It’s my fault,” Mina whispered, a large tear sliding down her cheek.

He looked at her, unsure of what she was taking the blame for.

Jake stood in front of a mirror and his stomach lurched.

“I’m covered in blood!”

Mina brought her hand up to her face and pulled away the veil. Jake’s eyes opened wide. “What the hell is going on? What happened to your face?”

“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, remember?”

“You hideous, disgusting, revolting excuse for a woman, what did you do with the fortuneteller?”

“We are one in the same.”

“No, that’s impossible. The woman I was with had smooth skin, she looked right at me in the mirror!” Jake couldn’t believe his eyes. Her face was marred with flaws and scars. There was no way he would have touched her had he known this was how she really looked.

“The woman who loves you is standing right here Jake. Remember, the one in the mirror.”

He stared. A chill started at his feet and worked its way up his body until it pooled inside his chest.

“This is crazy! What is all this, some sort of Halloween prank? Give me a treat first and then the trick?”

“No. This is the way I look. What you see is what you get. I am only perfect in the mirror, if you love me you won’t care about my flaws.”

“I don’t love you I just wanted to have sex with you. Look what that did to me!”
He grabbed for the towel to stop the bleeding. A piece of his hand broke off before he could bring it over.

“What’s happening?” he cried.

“I’m so sorry. You’re falling to pieces,” she said. “Only our love can hold you together. Without it you are nothing.”

Jake heard a terrific shattering noise that echoed inside the cave. His toes fell off followed by his feet, ankles, and shins. Everything was splitting and crumbling, turning to glass shards along the ground. His blood ran into a crimson pool and trailed to the mirrors that lined the walls.

“Make it stop!” he cried.

Mina wrung her hands together, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Then love me.”

He looked at her wretched face, covered in scars he couldn’t ignore. There was no way he could love something like that. No one would envy him to walk with her on his arm. She was disgusting and belonged in a freak show. He had got what he wanted from her, she was useless like the others.

“Please,” she begged. “I love you Jake.”

Pain shot throughout his body as his knees, thighs, and other hand fell off. The mirrors blazed red and he turned to watch the parts of him that had crumbled, form back into a perfect looking body, slowly reassembling itself bit by bit.

Another ear-splitting sound echoed and his torso, stomach, and chest smashed to the ground while his blood spiraled, feeding the mirrors. They heaved, breathing like a human. His neck lay on the cool ground, watching more of his body take form, with definition and toned abs. He smiled.

“Why would I be with you when I can look like that?” he asked.

“Wait a minute. Then it is true. When you looked in the mirror, you really did see yourself.”

“Yes, I tried to tell you. That’s why I was confused.”

“Then I never had a chance, you were in love with yourself. Vanity is your downfall,” she said. “I am sorry I did not understand what you had said at the time, perhaps I could have saved you.”

“Take a look at the new and improved me! I couldn’t be happier.”

A thundering from inside his head came to a hilt and a blast shot in his brain.

Several minutes later a peaceful calm washed over him. Jake looked around at his surroundings. He recognized the inside of the funhouse and saw everything in a slightly distorted way. A figure stood before the mirror, it was Mina, the veil was back on covering the hideousness of her face.

“I didn’t think I could get back. This really was only a trick.”

Mina shook her head and ran a finger along his reflection. “No, you will remain trapped in the house of mirrors.”

“You’re saying I can never get out of here?”

“It’s complicated. You’ll never be the same man you were when you took my hand. Your soul is forever trapped in here. The way out is not always where we want to be.”
“You’re talking in rhymes. I’m better looking now than I was before, so it can’t be all bad.”

“How you perceive yourself is not how others will. The next person who comes along will decide how you look forever. The last person to look at me was a woman who worked at the carnival. Let me warn you, the carnies will be coming to clean the mirrors very soon.”

“What are you saying?” A nagging voice in Jake’s head wouldn’t let him alone. Something far more serious was going on here than what he wanted to admit. She was trying to scare him, of that he was certain. He didn’t scare easy, but this was starting to make him take notice. All of his choices tonight had been spontaneous and with little thought. How much it would affect his life, he didn’t know. But what she was telling him made his stomach queasy.

“You made your choice, my love. What you see is what you get. I tried to help you. You’re so busy worrying about how everyone looks, you forgot the important things.”
“I know what you’re trying to do. You want to punish me because I said I didn’t love you. Well newsflash, people don’t fall in love just like that. Sure you’re a hot babe, and I wouldn’t mind seeing you more, but I need more. If you think this revenge tactic is going to make me change my mind, you’re wrong.”

“On the contrary, you’ve gotten everything you wanted tonight. You wanted to be scared. I know that deep down inside, you are. You wanted to have sex with me, and it was amazing. You wanted to look different, and I promise you’ll never look the same again. This was not a night of trick or treat for you, but a moment of brutal truth. Look for love and you will find it. Look away and you will lose it. Fate has decided its plans for you.”

Jake heard some noises and tried to press his face against the glass to see. When he looked back, the fortuneteller had disappeared.

“Wait, Mina! Come back. Can’t we try and work something out? Are you being honest with me about all this or is it simply a joke?”

He heard voices getting louder and footsteps walking closer. Jake hoped inside it was the teenagers he’d seen earlier, coming in for a little privacy while they made out. He listened as two deep voices spoke in guttural tones, making him sorry he ever came to the carnival.

“Halloween, what a joke. The holiday to dress gruesome with blood smeared across your face and wear realistic masks.”

“You could probably make money by sitting for a mask artist. He could do an exact replica of your face and sell a million of them. One look at you and it tends to scare all the little kiddies away.”

“Ah shut up. You’re no spring chicken yourself. Damn, I lost another bloody tooth.”
A mouth appeared before his eyes, opening wide to reflect a trove of decay, rot, and crusty residue. The carnies eyes were bloodshot with yellow rings embedded inside and his face was just as vile, if not worse. Jake felt the changes take place and the sudden realization of everything that Mina had explained to him, finally sunk in. She was right about everything, but especially the part where he was scared. He wasn’t too old to feel fear. He’d gotten what he wanted, one way or another, but it looked like that had come to an end. Now, more than anything, he wanted to die.

~Ann Cory

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Finally Out!

With Ellora's Cave!

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Months of running into her sexy new neighbor have taken a toll on Alexis’ libido. There’s interest in his smoky gaze every time they meet, but he seems reluctant to ask her out. They never share more than a slight nod and a polite hello. She’s about to take matters into her own hands when she finds herself thrown into a situation that could end her life.

With nothing but erotic fantasies of Alexis to warm his bed at night, Reid knows he has to stay away from her until his undercover assignment is over. But when a cold-blooded initiation to prove he’s trustworthy forces him to involve her, nothing can keep him from claiming her.

Tory Richards

Friday, October 15, 2010

Fabulous Fall!

As a school teacher, it's not unusual to hear me say that summer is my season. Well, this year, I think I may be partial to the fall. Since late September, I've had FOUR book releases and I thought I share why I'm so crazy about autumn in 2010!

My debut novella with Carina Press, Do Over, is available now! Do Over is the story of Faith and Troy, who celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary with a very erotic trip down memory lane.

At Ellora's Cave, I had two releases--one in print and one in ebook. Sugar and Spice, Everything Nice is a print compilation of my two novellas, Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice. Sugar and Spice is the story of Ginny and Ryan, two lifelong friends who realize there may be a whole hell of a lot more to the friendship after they celebrate Ginny's birthday in a BDSM club. Everything Nice tells about the unconventional romance of Ginny's sister, Allie, who's in love with both Charlie and Alex. While the men don't have an issue with sharing their lovely lady, things become more complicated when Alex and Charlie begin to realize they have feelings for each other as well!

Also available at Ellora's Cave is book six in the Wild Irish series, Saturday Night Special. Wild child Riley's run off to Vegas on a lark and it's Aaron to the rescue! When he finds her, he decides perhaps it's time to rein in his best friend--and the love of his life--once and for all. However, married or not, Riley is destined for a life of zaniness. When their friend Trev goes missing, it's up to Aaron and Riley to track him down...with the help of a hooker, a stripper, and a tone-deaf, cab-driving, Wayne Newton wannabe! Let the fun begin!

My fourth release this fall was book four in the Black & White Collection at Samhain. It's a little red hot novella called Happy Hour and it tells the story of widowed Grace who hooks up with not one, but two of her younger colleagues one night after happy hour. The story is a lot of fun with plenty of wild and wicked sex thrown into the mix. Book five in the collection, Power Play will release in January.

So...are you looking to heat up the chilly autumn evenings with some red hot reads? If so, I hope you'll check out these stories!

Mari Carr writes for Ellora's Cave, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and Liquid Silver. You can find out more about her books at Also--check her out on Twitter (@MariCarr) and on Facebook.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Lynne's Love Triangle excerpt

Lynne's Love Triangle
Siren Publishing
Menage Amour
Price $5.50


Lynne had to videotape the supernova hot sex the night she landed two men in her bed because she knew it would never happen again. Kurt is sweet and sexy. Troy is dominating and masterful. Both of her new lovers fulfill her better than her deepest fantasy man. How could she pick just one? Will it make a difference that they are both over twenty years younger than her? Will the flames of their desire burn out after this single night of passion is over?

And more importantly, can her new lovers pull together when it really counts and protect her from a crazy stalker trying to kill her? Only time will tell.


He ached to kiss the smirk off her pouty, pink lips. That would shut her up quick. “Knock it off, Lynne. Eat your dinner. We’re gonna be late, and you wanna see all the Elvises, don’t you?” Changing the subject and hoping for the best, Kurt took a big bite of his burger. “Good.”

Her smirk got broader and turned into a grin. God, he loved her dimples. He twisted sideways so he could see Lynne better and supported his back on the door and car seat. He had to get out of her space before he was tempted to lean forward and kiss the smear of catsup off the corner of her lips.

He watched her take a tiny, ladylike bite and chew. If only it was his cock she was gnawing on. He could only imagine her wet tongue licking his fully erect cock. Hoo boy, his penis was back to full mast. How much more torment could his body take?

Lynne swallowed. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I’ve decided...” She paused for effect. “I want a man for Christmas. Someone tall, dark, handsome, who looks like a young Elvis and has an extra-long cock.”

“Holy cow. Are you fucking serious?” Her words had sliced his heart open. He was bleeding all over the floor and she didn’t even notice. His cock wilted. What she was asking for was completely opposite of him. He was blond, blue-eyed, and didn’t look a thing like Elvis.

God, her words cut him as clean as a knife. Lynne didn’t want him. She wanted someone who looked like Elvis, was tall, dark, and handsome, and he was the opposite of her Christmas wish.

Kurt scooted further into his corner of the truck cab. He could dye his blond hair dark, no problem, but he’d never be tall or handsome. Most women thought he was cute in the boy next door kind of way. They loved his dimples, both on his cheeks and his butt, but he wasn’t fool enough to consider himself handsome.

He was well-blessed in the cock department. Thick, but not terribly long. Once, during a fun night, his girl at the time had measured him, and he was three and a half inches around. However, his six-inch length was considered average. Before he decided to be celibate, the women he’d dated told him he knew how to pleasure a woman. He always hit the right spots. No one left unsatisfied.

No matter how hard he tried, he’d never be Elvis, or her fantasy. Suck it up, you’re a grown man.

“Uh…pretty amazing fantasies you have there, Lynne. What if I could make it come true?” Just shoot me. He’d never live through a night knowing some other man was doing her when he was the one who’d ached for her as long as he could remember.

She put her hand on his knee and squeezed. “I have every confidence in you. You know exactly what I want and the type of man I’m looking for. I have no doubt my bff will come through for me.”

Oh, he was going to come all right. If he had to beg, plead, roll on the floor, and pant like a damn dog, he was going to come for her. One of these days, she’d realize how much he loved and wanted her.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Kisses, who knew?

As if getting closer to someone isn't reason enough to kiss them have a look at the tidbits of kissing information I have gathered...

~Kisses cheer you up. They use the same muscles as a smile. The contact of lips to another’s actually signals the brain to release Oxytocin that fun hormone that causes that feel good all over feeling. Not to mention you are close enough to discover if your pheromones are in sync…Whether that kiss could lead to something more. If so, then a chemical is released that prompts us to want more. Bet you don’t want to stop at just one.

~Okay, allergy sufferers are you up for a challenge? The results from a study in The Journal of Psychosomatic Research showed kissing for a half-hour may give relief from allergies. The lip-locking sessions appear to lower levels of IgE, an antibody that’s responsible for sneezing and stuffiness.

~It reduces stress… your breathing becomes deeper, your eyes drift closed, it’s the perfect way to shut out the world.

~Helps you lose weight…10 calories for every 10 minutes of kissing. Anyone up to the challenge? *g*

~ Slows the aging of the face, by working out the neck and cheek and jaw muscles.

~Increases fitness levels… adrenaline enters the blood stream, hearts pumping, pulse racing… hmmm if your partner is good enough at it, it can be a regular cardiovascular work out!

~ Helps prevent tooth decay… saliva produced during kissing helps bring plaque levels down to normal… although not sure how many kisses you’ll get after a burger topped with onions unless you brush first or at least pop a breath mint in your mouth.

~One study by German psychologists and physicians determined a kiss in the morning was good for your career…recipients missed less days due to illness, had fewer auto accidents, earned 20-30 percent more and lived five years longer.

In any case, go up to those you care about and plant a kiss on them. Give them that feel good all over feeling that comes from knowing someone cares!

May your days be filled with all different kinds of kisses, with many different intentions. From a greeting a friend, affection to family, to an invitation for passion.

Monday, October 11, 2010

I'm a Genre Jumper

First, great apologies to readers and TRS for being late today. Mondays are usually my return to sanity day because everyone leaves me and goes back to work/school. <G> Hubby is home today though so it throws me off.

Available right now
 So, I want to talk about Genre Jumping today. I am a Jumper, in both what I read and what I write. It feeds my ADD, helps me stay focused. Now, I am sure there will be lots of authors who tell me I shouldn't do it. Or I should spend the time building up a bunch of different names under those genres. But the truth is, I have some people who read me in only one genre, or two, or all of them.

Coming March 2011 from
Samhain Publishing
I do get questions about why I write under so many different genres. Part of it is my need to feed the creative monster in me. I rarely sit around and say, "I want to write a historical book." Then come up with an idea. I am a character driven author and these people come to me without warning. Grace for Grace Under Pressure, or Colleen for The Accidental Countess. Both of them, their reactions to certain situations, were what came to my mind first. ONe is a contemporary erotic romance and the other is a historical sensual romance. Different genres, but the characters are what started it off for me.

 As many of you know, and if you didn't before this post, you do now, that I have ADD. I can't keep on one subject to save my life. But, if I am writing various genres, it keeps my mind engaged and I keep moving forward. Plus, there are times I want to escape to Regency England and all the balls. But, then there are times I want to blow crap up, and I use my futurisitcs for that. I use my need for variety in the books I offer to readers and as I said, I stay somewhat sane.

In digital and print

I know there are many authors who would want nothing to do with writing as many genres as I do, but it keeps me somewhat sane, and it gives me the opportunity to meet lots of different readers.

To find out more about Melissa Schroeder and her books, head on over to her website or blog, oh and she tends to waste time on TWITTER, a lot!