Friday, April 29, 2011

a.c. Mason’s check lists

Hello TRS Blue!

Since this is our first encounter, I should start with introducing myself.

Allo, that’s Hello in French. I’m a.c. Mason, but pretty much everyone calls me Mason and I hope you will too.

French is one of the languages I’m fluent in. So is English, well sometimes…. I never went to band camp, but I did go to a summer camp while I was there I kind of freaked out the other kids. Let’s just say my parents weren’t impressed and I realized the power of storytelling. Since then I’ve tried to wield it for good. I said tried. Cross my heart and hope to have great sex. Wink. My record does have a few spots on it. Like when I wrote that erotic short that my English teacher confiscated and gave me detention over. Oops!

I’m not divulging my age. Fast-forward a decade and some…And being bad is good… Voila my true calling shows itself writing naughty books. So far so good.

I’m the kind of gal who loves check lists. They keep things organized. I think the ones I put up will help you get a sense of me and my writing. Kind of like an author speed date.

What you can expect from me:
Breaking the rules – check

I thought they were guidelines. My bad. Wink.

What you can expect from my writing:

In the Soul Food Diner series:
Surrendering to the Right Man
Two hot guys – check, check
Soul Food – check
Taboo play – check
Spanking - check
Dominance and Submissive play – check
Hot sex – check, check and check again plus

In the Wolf-Spirit Series:
Chocolate Damsel
A hot broody Alpha with an eye patch – check
A chocolate damsel in need of saving – check
Mated pack member share among them all manner of fleshly pleasure – check, check, plus times whatever.
No lack of hot betas to follow – check
Hot Sex – check, definitely check, check, oh check, check

There’s always more… I can’t tell you all the secrets.

That’s me in a chocolaty caramel covered nutshell.

If you want to learn more about me, I can be located at my website:

Let me leave you with an except from Chocolate Damsel:

Hadn’t he just rescued her?

“You’re a monster.” Stepping on an uneven stone, she flopped to one side.

“How true your words are.” He lifted her. “So don’t make this anymore difficult on yourself.”

Where had the werewolf vanished to? Did he pick up the scent of another predator and go
for reinforcements, or was it only his job to watch? A whiff of General Straks forced him into the small cobblestone alley. The man’s reputation left a lot to be desired. A sadistic fellow who was into hurting the young pretty ones.

“Don’t struggle, or you’ll find yourself in much worse hands than mine, doll.”

Dilated pupils searched through the dark corner he backed her into. He hoisted her up between him and the gray brick wall, then hiked her navy and white polka dot dress to her hips. Garter attachments held her stockings to her beige girdle. Her legs spread to a v-shape, leading to her thin matching panties. The feminine fragrance went straight to his crotch. He pulled out his erection and pressed the head to the satiny inside of her thigh.

“I’m going to kiss you. Play along.” Warmth radiated past him from her.

She met his gaze with her pretty green eyes. “Haven’t I been?” Her sweet mint breath filled his nostrils, enticing him.

Had she known her part? Beneath his mouth her soft petal lips surrendered.

Until next time,
a.c. Mason
Darkness ♀♂ Desires

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Hop Hop to the Year of the Rabbit Blog Hop

Year of the Rabbit Blog Hop ~ April 23-24 ~

Just in case you want a different kind of egg treasure hunt... as in hot fun flash stories and hawt pics... also fab prizes, with the grand prize being a Nook... well, a bunch of us authors are combining our talents this Easter weekend for a blog hop. Start here ~ ~

At SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS we’ll be hopping and bopping, also, and there just might be a few bunny shapeshifters celebrating Spring with fertility rites at Talbot’s Peak during the blog hop. Or, maybe not. Ya never know who, or what kind of shapeshifter/paranormal being/human, will show up.

It’s all spicy good and hot at SS.

Easter blessings...


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Friday, April 22, 2011

Make A Wish!

We all did it when we were little. Made a wish and blew out our birthday candles...

As we get older, birthdays get harder and the wishes don't seem to help. But what if your friends were able to make a fantasy birthday wish come true for you??? What if it was safe, hot, and afterward you could go on like you were never that wild and naughty??
That's what happened for the heroine in my latest release Birthday Party Surprise...

One of the best things about writing erotic romance is getting to make fantasies come true for my characters. As adults we don't get big birthday parties and to be spoiled. We have to ask for it most of the here's to a heroine brave enough to take the fantasy and even when things get complicated, she's no quitter. Four men are a lot to enjoy, luckily they're all into each other as well. Fantasy can be reality if you dare to make it happen...
Turning thirty-five isn’t easy for Jessica. Most of her life is going fine, but her love life has been in a holding pattern. Tired of waiting, it’s Jessica’s turn to go a little wild and her friends help arrange it. One night, one fantasy, and four sexy men make for a happy birthday! The urge to repeat the fun haunts her, but when she finds out exactly who her mystery lovers were—all the rules change. Four men she loves want more than friendship or sex. They become caught in a web of passionate love that can’t be denied. The quad of hunks wants to share her and each other every night. Her patience paid off times four but can this traditional girl commit to group love?

So don't leave the wild nights and hot fantasy sex behind...take a page from Jessica's book. She turned 35 when she got her men. On your next birthday, ask for your fantasy and then make another, hotter wish!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

How Someone Like Me Ended Up Someplace Like This

by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

I am an author.  I am also a writer, a wife, a mom, a daughter, a friend, a cousin, neighbor, and many other things.  Like most of us, I play many roles and wear various hats.

I write romance fiction, long and short, sweet and erotic.   Although my first novel, Wolfe's Lady just debuted last December and my second, Love Tattoo came out last month, both from Evernight Publishing, I've been writing for years.  

If you count my first effort at a novel back in the fifth grade, that story that borrowed heavily from Gone With The Wind that I titled Good-bye Dixie it's been a very long haul.

Funny thing is that the first novel that I signed a contract with a publisher for isn't the first published.   Last July when I got "the" e-mail offering a contract for my romantic suspense full-length novel, Kinfolk, I imagine half of the Ozark region heard my whoop of delight.   Champagne Books accepted the novel and now, almost ten months later, the final edits are finished and I'm waiting for that July release.

I worried that I might be a "one-hit wonder", a term borrowed from the music business in which I've had a few friends along the way.  I also used to work in broadcast radio.   My husband's uncle, a very wise man, assured me that if I sold one book, I could sell more.

Since that hot July day, I have.  I signed my ninth contract just last week.

Before that first sold work comes out in a few months, Wolfe's Lady, Love Tattoo, Love Scars (sequel to Love Tattoo) and The Marriage Cure should be out from Evernight Publishing and on the last, Astraea Press.

But as a magican whose show I attended once said, "But wait, there's more...."

I now write for four different epresses, Evernight, Champagne, Rebel Ink Press, and Astraea.

My first Rebel Ink Press release, a contemporary romance titled Love Never Fails, one I'm doing edits on now, will be out in mid-September and an ad featuring the cover along with five other Rebel authors is in the latest issue of the Night Owl Review magaine.

In November, my second Champagne Books release, A Time To Love will be out.

I have two confirmed for 2012 thus far, Witness Protection Program (Rebel Ink Press) and scheduled for May 2012, Long Live The King from Champagne again.

All this is less than a year often makes me want to pinch my wrist to make sure I'm not dreaming but most of the time I'm too busy for that.   My life is a constant round of edits, new works-in-progress, submissions, and promotion, promotion, promotion.

In the small town where I live and in the wider world populated by family, friends, and former people I've known, the fact that I am now an author of romance - everything from erotic to paranormal and sweet - is spreading with the speed of a wildfire across the prairie.

When local folks who have long known me for my weekly column in the newspaper or for my short fiction or articles hither and yon now see me rolling that shopping cart down the supermarket aisle, they look at me and wonder if I'm still just like them.

I think the point they miss is that I never quite was.

I'm living the career that I've striven toward since I was a fifth grader with pigtails and Mary Jane shoes but sometimes even I wonder just how someone like me ended up someplace like this!

My books, present and forthcoming will be available through the publishers, various websites, and always through my Author page here:

Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy - Romance That Lives And Breathes The Power of Love

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

How Did We Get Here?

Yesterday I was helping my oldest with some research for a term paper on the changing sexual attitudes of the late twentieth century. I was fascinated by what I read. It was like looking at an intricate pattern of dominoes all falling into place. Granted, I could go back to the Victorian Era and talk about how such an uptight sexual climate supposedly weakened the morals of the next era because they were all ready to burst! LOL However, whatever changes brought about were few and slow to get up a head of steam!

The real revolution, as I see it at least, started with WWII. Men were off fighting for democracy and the women were left behind to keep the home fires burning. And that meant working. For the first time ever, women invaded the work force. Now that doesn’t mean women weren’t working before. They most certainly were, but not on the scale that the war forced them to. As a result, women learned a new way of life. They became more independent.

Ever heard the term “Dear John Letter”? Well, that is where the sexual revolution part of it all comes into play. With their newfound independence, women began to take charge of their sexual needs as well. More than a few soldiers received letters from sweethearts and wives telling them it was over. But before anyone starts pointing fingers and screaming “Jezebel!” LOL what were the men overseas doing? Hmmmm…good question. Venereal disease for U.S. soldiers during WWII was epidemic. That’s right. So why all these loose morals—with both men and women? Well, in addition to there being truth to the old saying “when the cat’s away the mice will play”, there was also a feeling of impending doom, that today might be the last day. So it stands to reason that people would naturally want to live every single moment as if it were their last. And when the war ended and the men were brought home? Women were relegated to their role of homemaker once more. But the ship had already set sail.

In the fifties, TV came into play. People no longer sat in their small corner of the world, blissfully unaware of life out there. New ideas were brought right into the living room for all to see. And with that came changes in fashion, dancing (remember Elvis’ hips and how the network wouldn’t show him any further than the waist? Bet that left a lot to the imagination.), our value system, and a longing for more.

After WWII, we began the Cold War Era. Now while countries building up their arsenal of weapons didn’t directly impact sexuality, it did indeed have some influence. Years of spending for military superiority strained the world economy in general. Inflation slowly crept upward and what happened? In the sixties, women went back to work. It was a matter of necessity. The one-income household now needed two incomes. Men and women became partners in the workforce. And women felt empowered.  
Also in the sixties we have the beginning of the women’s movement. Protests of the War in Viet Nam talked about oppression of citizens in general. And that, of course, spilled over into women’s issues. They’d gone back to work, were equal partners when it came to doing the job, but what about equal pay? Where were equal rights for women in our society?

Probably the single most important event within the sexual revolution and the women’s movement in general, was the invention of the birth control pill. Women no longer had to worry about pregnancy and were free to have sex. Extramarital affairs weren’t quite as dangerous, and therefore not as forbidden. That doesn’t mean that extramarital affairs didn’t take place long before the sixties. It simply became more commonplace and KNOWN—even expected. The monogamous relationship of the past gave way to exploration and the marriage bed wasn’t quite as inviting as it once was.

The usual whispered voices discussing sex became louder and louder.

While all of this was going on, Roe vs. Wade legalized abortion in 1973 and technology was moving forward. And so was pornography. Now pornography has probably been around since the caveman used a bone to scratch out naughty pics on the cave wall, but! Over the years it had become more and more accessible. Movie theaters catering to X rated-films, VCR tapes, magazines—then suddenly DVDs, websites, etc. Sex became ON DEMAND. And with it came a loosening of our sexual attitudes. Alternative lifestyles became more and more accepted. Men and women both came out of the closet and embraced their sexuality.

While I haven’t touched on every single factor that contributed to the sexual revolution in this post, and most certainly have only hit the high spots, I think you can begin to see the picture. World events, economy, science and technology all figured into getting us where we are today. It was as if it was some grand plan. Without everything happening that I’ve described above, the erotic romance industry wouldn’t be where it is today. The e-book industry wouldn’t be where it is today. Why?

No one would be writing these books on the scale we are. There would be no audience for them. Even if technology had the ability to give us computers and e-readers, if everything hadn’t fallen exactly into place as it did—one link in the chain missing—sexual attitudes would not have changed—or at least not to the degree they have. For instance, what would our life be like now if there had never been a Cold War Era? What if WWII had been the war to end all wars (that was supposed to have been WWI—but someone got it wrong, didn’t they?). If there had never been a Cold War, women may never have gone back into the work force. Viet Nam would never have happened, and the women’s movement may never have been anything above a whisper. So would our books.

Within this sexual revolution, there has been another revolution, one within the publishing industry. Did you erotic romance and erotica authors realize you are pioneers? Did you readers know that you are leading the charge in this revolution? In just a decade, erotic books have taken the publishing industry by storm and rocked it!

Sex sells. And it has spilled over into every single facet of our lives. Nothing can escape it. Everybody is getting into the act. I’m really thinking that erotic romance and erotica with BDSM themes, one of the leading genres, is now having its say in society, too. It’s not behind closed doors anymore. Rihanna just sings it all. I especially love this line: “sticks and stones can break my bones but chains and whips excite me”. C’mon…take a ride on the wild side. Check it out—and again—Warning: if you’re easily offended by sexy music and butt-kickin’ lyrics, don’t look! LOL (Sorry folks, embed is disabled on this video, so you'll have to click the link.)

Well, that’s it for me today. I think I've said enough. Or maybe even too much? What’s your take on the sexual revolution and how it got us to where we are today? Do you think the e-book industry would have been here without it? And if so, would it have taken the publishing industry by storm the way it has?

Side note: By the way, did you know that Charles Goodyear—yep, the tire dude—is responsible for giving us condoms? Something about that just doesn’t feel right, does it? LOL

You can find my books at Ellora’s Cave
And I hang out at The Three Wicked Writers Plus Two Blog on Mondays.
We also have a Yahoo group and would love to have you join!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Never Grow Up and Other Contrarian Advice by Sharon Buchbinder

As a recent arrival to the realm of “Published Author,” I am here to provide the contrarian’s guide to achieving this status. There truly is no one route to publication. You really don’t need an MFA. You don’t even have to have majored in English, although being able to use the language correctly is a plus. You don’t have to starve in an attic writing timeless prose or poetry. You don’t have to have lived in the belly of the underworld and struggled with alcoholism and addiction, although that has worked for others. You don’t even have to have designated office space. What do you need? Here are my top ten tips of for becoming a published author.

1. Never grow up. Be curious about the world around you and wonder, “What if?” Grownups (i.e., anyone who is done growing) are boring. Childlike curiosity is not childish. It enables you to see the world with fresh eyes and to bring a new perspective to a story. Look at F. Paul Wilson’s The Keep. Paul is a physician who started writing medical thrillers. Then he had a wild idea: what if Nazi’s encountered vampires in World War II? The result is a cult classic. Keep saying, “What if?”

2. Be yourself. There is only one you and you have your own voice. Don’t try to be a clone of another author. And don’t promote yourself that way. Do not say, “Oh, my work is just like Nora Roberts.” Um, no it isn’t. You will only be a pale imitation of that author--but you are unique.

3. Get a job that pays. Money. Preferably with benefits. Because you have to live. Another contrarian posted that the worst career advice is to do what you love. While this flies into the face of common platitudes, her comments make sense. Seriously, do you want to live in your parents’ home forever?

4. Seize the moment. You can write in 15 minute blocks, at lunch, on break, in a fast food restaurant, on a napkin (yes, I’ve outlined entire books on a napkin), before the kids are conscious, in the bathroom, in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep. If you are passionate about writing, if it is an obsession, you will be unable to resist the urge to write. Where ever you go, have a notepad or phone and jot or text your ideas to yourself. I used the notepad app in my phone and made a list of story ideas. When I looked at it 3 years later, I had written all those stories. Carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe wheneverem.

5. Get rejected. Yes, get rejected. You will learn from those rejections what works and what doesn’t. Five years ago when I began sending out queries, I was rejected by 82 (no, that is not a typo) agents. That experience taught me to look at other avenues to publication. Paper your office with your rejections.

6. Have trusted readers. When I started writing my first novel, I needed a cheering section to keep me going, to give me the courage to keep writing. That first stage should not last more than a year--at most. The next step is to put your work out there for others to read and critique. No smoke blowing allowed. Regardless of what path you go--paid editor, critique group, critique partner--you must have other readers. Otherwise, it’s like well, dare I say it? Masturbation. It feels good for you, but it wasn’t good for the other person. Be brave, get alpha and beta readers and listen to their constructive criticisms.

7. Be persistent. Did I mention I received 82 rejections from agents? If I hadn’t been persistent, I would have never had the courage to send my work to contests, I would have never won writing awards, I would have never had the chutzpah to send my little story, Catastrophe, to the Wild Rose Press. You must press on.

8. Do not whine. No one, and I do mean no one, likes a whiner. If you get rejected, allow yourself no more than 24 hours to cry, stomp your feet, and have a pity party. After 24 hours, STOP. Be child like, but not childish.

9. Don’t take it personally. While the story of your heart is your baby and you know this is the best (fill in the blank) story ever told, publishing is a business. The publisher is not going to take a story that doesn’t fit with their lines or needs. They are in business to make money.

10. And finally, if it doesn’t fit, find another publisher. In writing Desire and Deception, I wanted to tell a sexy suspenseful tale about smart, powerful women and the men who love them. I wrote about society’s expectations of what a woman should be versus what a woman wants to be. The only problem I had with the book was getting an agent, editor or publisher to give it a complete read because it had “too much sex.” But, I couldn’t take it out. The sex was integral to the telling of the tale. Isabel is a man eating sex goddess on the prowl and Sarah is a newlywed trying to get pregnant. Hello? Sex, anyone? I was not taking it out. Then at the suggestion of another romance writer and friend, I attended the Red Sage Publishing session at Romance Writers of America annual meeting in Orlando, FL. After the session, I introduced myself to Alexandria Kendall, CEO, Red Sage Publishing and said, “I have this book–but everyone tells me it has too much sex.” Alexandria’s eyes lit up and she said, “Send it to me!” I am delighted that Red Sage gave my story a chance and that Isabel, Sarah, Sean, Dan and all the other characters finally have a home. I hope readers enjoy the story–and the sex!

So, there you have it, my top ten contrarian tips for becoming published. Does anyone else have counter-intuitive comments and advice they’d like to share?

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Promise is Out!

Just as she stepped off the bottom step, she heard a noise at the front door. She hesitated, unsure what to do. Who could be visiting at this hour? Just when she expected to hear a knock, she heard something else instead. A key was being inserted into the lock, and right before her startled eyes, she watched the knob turn and the door open. Her gaze landed on a pair of army boots and slowly traveled upward, taking in the muscular body in military fatigues. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Ohmygod! Ryan had come home!

He appeared just as startled as she was. Halting in the threshold as their eyes meet, his rugged expression carved in granite. Only his eyes, those piercing blue orbs, showed any sign of life, if you could call it that. Shannon had a feeling that Ryan Hayes didn’t reveal any emotions that weren’t hardened by years of combat. For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to speak and half expected him to back out and leave.

“Do you mind if I come in?” His deep voice was just as Shannon remembered. “It’s damn cold out here.”

For the first time she realized she was blocking his way. Swallowing, she stepped back enough for him to enter and close the door behind him. He dropped a large army bag on the floor by his feet, and shook off the snow onto the floor mat. All the while keeping his eyes trained on Shannon, as though she were the enemy. She took a nervous step further into the foyer, directly into the soft glow of the lamp that had been left on in the living room.

Ryan looked just like he did the last time she saw him. Big and tall, cloaked in that attitude of quiet strength he seemed to possess. His black hair cut in military fashion and suited his strong, square boned face. Though sporting a tiny scar over his left eyebrow and another, bigger one halfway down his left cheek he was still a handsome man. He eluded danger in practically every move he made, every glance. His eyes dropped, running over Shannon rapidly, making her painfully aware of her disheveled state.

She refused to reach up and smooth her hair back, knowing that it would do no good. The tiniest quirk on his full, sensuous mouth revealed he found her condition amusing. Quickly, his lips thinned almost menacingly when his gaze narrowed on her breasts. It was then that Shannon reached up and pulled her ruined blouse together where the buttons had come off. She finally found her voice.

“Welcome home, Ryan.”

“Where is everyone?” His tone seemed hard, gruff, more commanding than inquiring. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on a peg on the back of the door, and then bent to slip off his boots.

“Mom went to bed with a headache. Sheila must be putting the kids to bed. The rest won’t get here until tomorrow night.” Shannon couldn’t help but notice the quick glance he shot her way when she called his mother mom. She watched quietly as he set his boots against the wall and stood, towering over her again.

“It’s just as well. I’m tired as hell and want to turn in early myself. But first, I want to find something to eat. I’m starved.” Closing the distance between them, Ryan halted when he reached Shannon. “Is that okay?”

Shannon felt a telltale heat rush up to her cheeks when she realized she was watching Ryan’s mouth form the words. What the heck was wrong with her? Jet lag, that’s what. She gave her head a little shake. She must be more tired than she thought. As his words became clear, it dawned on her that she was once again blocking his way.

“Oh! I’m, ah sorry.” Instead of moving to let him pass, she turned and began to walk in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ll be glad to fix you something to eat.”

“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary.” He was right on her heels.

“That’s okay.” Shannon pushed the kitchen door open and flipped on the light switch on the wall next to it. “Sheila put a plate for me in the oven and if I know her, she left enough for two. I don’t mind sharing.” Not waiting for Ryan to acknowledge her, Shannon took the potholders from the counter by the stove, opened the oven door and retrieved the plate. “Just as I thought.”

She turned and showed him the full plate of corn beef hash. But the expression on Ryan’s face almost made her drop it. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and he’d turned pale, his lips were thin as a muscle twitched in his jaw that had hardened in an effort to hold back that he was in obvious pain. Intense pain. He was clutching the island counter in the middle of the kitchen as if it alone was holding him upright. “Ryan!” Shannon set the plate down and rushed to his side. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He held a hand up in a silent warning for her to back off. She stopped immediately and waited for another sign from him, afraid he was having some kind of attack. After a few more seconds, he sucked in several deep breaths and released them slowly. It was clear by his expression that he hated showing her even that one small weakness. It was very clear that he didn’t intend talking about it. Shannon knew the moment the pain left his body when his expression relaxed.

“You said something about sharing your dinner?” He pulled out one of the barstools from around the island and sank down onto it. Shannon hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to question him. Something was terribly wrong, she just knew it, but she didn’t know Ryan well enough to feel she had the right to ask him anything personal. The look in his cold eyes warned her she’d be shot down before she managed to speak the first word. Forcing a smile she was far from feeling, she turned to get a second plate.

“I’ll thank you not to mention what just occurred to my family,” Ryan surprised her by saying while her back was turned to him.

“If that’s what you want,” Shannon responded, opening a cupboard door. She glanced with surprise at where the plates were usually stacked. Glasses had replaced them. Marsha had obviously done some rearranging since the last time Shannon had been there. She opened up several other doors before finding the plates, stacked on the second shelf. Standing on tip toe she strained to reach them.

“Here, let me help you.”

“Oh!” Feeling Ryan brush up against her, Shannon spun around before she could think. Suddenly, it wasn’t her backside feeling his hardened muscles. Since he was in the process of reaching over her head for a plate, they were now flush against each other. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest, the lower halves of their bodies were shockingly aligned, and their thighs were touching. Mouths within inches of each other, their breath mingled. It was crazy but Shannon was sure she felt their hearts beating in rhythm. She began to tingle everywhere and held her breath.

Their gazes met and held and Ryan became motionless, his arm still above her head reaching for the plate. It struck Shannon that she was seeing the dangerous side of him, the soldier sizing up the situation and preparing for action. Only in this case, what would that be? She refused to let her mind go there.

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Tory Richards:

Allow Me to Introduce You to…

...the hero of "Tied Up For Love".

I've teased and hinted, but never told you that Marsyas is the latest Ancient Greek mythological figure to be treated to a fresh ending, actually fresh start would be more apt, but then again, that is what the Mythological Messes Redux series is all about, however, I haven't shown you the man himself.

So, without any further ado, let me introduce you to the real ipotane, Marsyas. To the right is a picture from the Getty Collection of a remnant that also happens to be one of my all time favorite pieces of art.

He isn't big, less than 20", and the artist added horns which the real Marsyas didn't have, however, the man is very sexy as sin and I came to that conclusion long before I knew his sad tale.

You can pick up "Tied Up For Love" ebook now at All Romance [ARe]!  SURPRISE!

Mythological Messes Redux Series
Hephaestus Lays Down the Law, LIP Vol. 1
Together Again?
Double Punch
Cyra's Cyclopes, LIP Vol. 3
Tied Up For Love, LIP Vol. 4 - OUT NOW!

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WARNING!  Red hot romances ahead!

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Friday, April 15, 2011

What's in a Season?

What’s in a Season?

By N. J. Walters

Seasons come and go, each with their own flavor and unique qualities. Right now we’re in the midst of spring, which brings to mind gentle rain showers, tulips and crocuses, and Easter.

Winter is a bleaker season—cold and stark—but it also has the magic of Christmas in it as well. Just say the word “autumn” and it conjures up images of a rich, bountiful harvest, pumpkins, Halloween and Thanksgiving. Summer is synonymous with the beach, cold drinks and hot nights.

In any book, the time of year can be as important as the setting itself, using our associations with the season to deepen the storyline and supplement the plot. Authors use it all the time to make a story richer or to advance the action. It also affects the kind of clothing the characters wear, the type of vehicle they might drive, and the variety of recreational pursuits the characters might partake in. No skidoo in the middle of the summer and no convertible during the winter.

Sometimes the weather itself is almost like another character, especially in the case of extreme weather like tornadoes, rainstorms, floods and blizzards. Two characters caught in a snowstorm in a remote cabin in the woods—the possibilities for romance are tantalizing. How about a hero and heroine forced to work together to survive a storm. They can get past a lot of issues if they’re dependant on one another. Weather can heighten the tension and make the action more immediate.

I’ve used the seasons and the weather on occasion myself in my books. I have a Christmas book, which relies on the magic of the season to bring a couple together. I have a paranormal set at Halloween, which makes the reader more likely to believe in the myth and legend of a headless horseman. I’ve also created a fictional town I aptly named Summersville. With a name like that you know the books are going to be hot and steamy. And they are.

The first book in this series is actually the first one I ever had published: Annabelle Lee. The hot, sultry summer and a broken air conditioner give the hero plenty of reason for being in the heroine’s office. But Mike Sloan wants to do a lot more than fix Annabelle’s air conditioner. He wants her in his bed and will do whatever it takes to get her there.

The second book, Heat Wave, makes use of, what else, a heat wave. Rolling blackouts in the town cause the hero and heroine to be trapped in an elevator. The close proximity, the darkness, the heat provide the perfect venue for them to talk out their problems. And talking is not all they do…


Emma Howard has been sensible her entire life, focusing all her time and energy on her career. In fact, Emma doubts that there is much passion inside her, at least until Tucker Martin moves into her apartment building. Their immediate reaction to one another is explosive and she grabs the opportunity to explore her awakening sexuality. But after a heated encounter, Emma backs away from their growing relationship, unwilling to trust the passion flaring between them.

Tucker’s wanted Emma since the first moment he laid eyes on her. When a blackout traps them in an elevator, it’s not just the heat wave that makes Emma feel hot. Determined to convince her that they are made for each other, he’s more than willing to take advantage of the circumstances that have trapped them alone together.

But Emma’s fears go deeper than either of them realizes, and she will have to face her past before she can claim a future with Tucker.

In the third book--Lily Blossoms--the seasons are changing. It’s that moment where summer gives way to autumn. Lily is a divorced woman with a son in college and a business to run. With the end of summer, her son returns to college leaving her alone. That’s when younger man, Carson Granger, makes his move. He knows Lily’s secret—she write erotic romance under a penname—and he uses that information to get closer to her. This is an older woman/younger man story with plenty of heart and lots of steamy sex.

So, there you go. The weather and the seasons can play a huge roll to the characters in a book and the world they inhabit. Think about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with several favorite books that use the seasons or weather prominently to set the tone of the book. Please share them with the rest of us.

I don’t know about you, but I’m more than ready for some hot summer beach reads!

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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Thursday, April 14, 2011

Protect and Serve: Savage Wolf by Silvia Violet

In my "real world" life, I want everything planned and organized down to the last detail, but when it comes to my writing, I'm find myself incapable of this level of planning. I usually start with some interesting characters and an understanding of how the book will start and end but only a vague sense of what will happen in the middle. This method usually results in some hand wringing when I get a few chapters in and don't know where to go. Almost inevitably, I need to take some time away at various points and work on other projects until the story clicks, and I do a lot of re-writing after the first draft.

Savage Wolf worked differently from my usual process in every way. For one, I'd never written a story in first person (at least not one for publication). I'd also never written anything I'd class as Humor - humorous bits, some comedic relief inside an otherwise dark story, sure, but never a whole book that belonged in the Humor and Satire category.

But once I decided that I wanted to write a story for the Protect and Serve series, Wolf and Natalie started talking to me and spilled their entire story start to finish. I started typing and barely slowed down enough to breathe. I had that rare experience of feeling like the story wrote itself.

I wrote the entire first draft in a few frenzied days. I loved writing in first person. I loved using outrageous situations, plays on cop fantasies and werewolf fantasies and the concept of a deer shifter in love with a werewolf to make the story funny.

I've had plenty of days when writing was agony - the words wouldn't come, the characters wouldn't talk, the results were not what I hoped for. But this story reminded me why I love writing so much and why I keep at it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Protect and Serve Savage Wolf by Silvia Violet


I'm Wolf, Officer Aidan "Wolf" Savage. I'm a werewolf. But unlike most of my kind these days, I'm one of the good guys even if I do scare the hell out of most people the first time they meet me. When a white-tailed deer shifter comes leaping into my life, she makes my body hotter than an erupting volcano. She's on the run, and she doesn't want my help. But I'm not about to let her get herself killed, and I'll use any means necessary to keep her safe.

X-rated Excerpt:

I tried to make myself be a gentlemen and roll off my naked little shifter. But werewolves aren’t gentlemen. I heard her racing heart and smelled the hot cream between her legs, and my wolfish side begged me to shove her legs up onto her chest and bury my cock in her pussy. Then she shocked me by opening her legs and inviting me in. How could a man say no?

And, by all that’s holy, she said those four words that just about made me lose it before I’d even gotten inside. “I like it rough.” Just what an alpha wolf like me needs. A woman who appreciates my appetite.

When I drive into her, holding nothing back, she cries out. Her pussy holds me tight. I fight to hold still and let her adjust to my size. But she wraps her legs around my hips and bucks against me.

“More,” she begs, and I’m not about to deny her. I slide out nearly all the way. She whimpers.
I thrust back in, and she groans, “Yes.” After that I ride her hard and fast. She meets every stroke, slamming her hips against mine. I fuck her with brutal strength, and she keeps crying for more. I’m in heaven.

Her gorgeous breasts bounce up and down in rhythm with my thrusts. I can’t wait another second to get better acquainted with them.

I shift my weight to one arm, and use the other hand to cup the tantalizing flesh, which is as soft and smooth as it looks. I slide my thumb back and forth over her tightly puckered nipple, and I’m rewarded with a sharp cry.

I keep up the light, teasing strokes. She arches toward my hand, whimpering. I pinch and tug on the pink bud. She bucks so hard she nearly unseats me. “Yes, God, yes!” she cries.

I need one of those sensitive nipples in my mouth like I need to breathe. I grab her hips, holding her firmly on my cock as I sit back on my heels. She lets her torn dress and bra slide from her arms. Then she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up until she’s seated in my lap. Now I can lick and suck and bite those hard buds all I want while driving myself even deeper inside her tight, wet cunt.

As if she can read my mind, my doe pulls my head down to her breast. I draw a pink tip into my mouth and suck hard, letting my teeth sink in just enough for her to feel them. She cries out, digging her hands into my scalp. “Harder, oh God, harder. I . . .”

I glance up without letting go of her nipple, desperate to know what she wants to say. Her deep brown eyes are wide and filled with need. “I like it to hurt.”

I nearly choke around the hard flesh in my mouth. Have I died and gone to werewolf heaven? I bite hard enough to make her scream.

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Silvia Violet

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

"More Than A Stud" Coming soon from Eliza March

I just returned from the Romantic Times conference and had the opportunity to meet the cover model on my last release. Jimmy Thomas was gracious and better looking in person if you can believe that's possible. Check out my cover at for an example of a hot cover. I wrote that romantic suspense under another psuedonym, Elizabeth Marchat not wanting to confuse my erotic readers with this less sextreme novel. The cover tells the reader it's sexy anyway! 
Now I have a new book coming out next month with The Wild Rose Press - A Cougar Club release at  It should be listed in the Coming Soon section shortly. The cover says it all.

Carina Roth, CEO of her own corporate security company, finally breaks off her relationship with a man who has no intentions of ever having children, and her biological clock is ticking away loud and clear. On the night of her forty-second birthday, thirty-five year old, Evan Douglas, her corporate intel officer, admits he knows about her plans to visit a fertility clinic and offers to be her stud. He insists he doesn't mind being her boy toy, hoping he can stall her long enough to convince her of his true feelings. Evan not only wants to father her child, he 's ready to prove he can fulfill all her needs in the future, if she'll give him a chance to be more than a stud.

BIO: Ever since I could read, the written word has captivated me. I’ve worked in libraries, written for newspapers, done copy edits, magazine copy and screenplays, but the one thing that always intrigues me is choosing just the right word to express myself. I write erotic romance as ELIZA MARCH and romantic suspense under the name ELIZABETH MARCHAT. To prevent boredom from setting in, I keep my hands in several pots at the same time. Perhaps the characters in my head satisfy my needs to be and do all the things I don't have time for, or wouldn't dare to do. Or would I?

My recent release The Moon, The Madness, and The Magic is a sequel to first book in The Enchanted Mountain series The Lion, The Leopard, and The Wolf. They are now available at Bookstrand as ebooks, along with my other books, and at Amazon and Barnes & Noble in both ebook and print format.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Angel with a Blade by Ann Cory

I've always had a love of history. I wanted this story to have somewhat of a historical bent to it. I also love the idea of a strong female who fights for a man. Sure, Alphas are great, but I'll take a strong heroine any day. My short historical sweet romance Angel with a Blade is available now from Ellora's Cave


Using rune stones as her guide, natural healer Rebecca travels to aid those who need her. Armed with her basket of tonics and a sword, she travels to her next destination, Blatsfort, England. At first glance, a handsome gentleman stirs her desires and makes her question the solitary path she has chosen.

But their sweet exchange turns sour when the gentleman is poisoned by men seeking to rob him of his fortune. Unable to deny her growing affections, Rebecca gathers her sword and all her courage, knowing in her heart she was meant to save him.


She knew all the reasons to walk out the door and out of his house. She knew she was on dangerous grounds even considering to stay the night with him. The heated look he gave assured her that he’d be the kind of lover she’d only dreamed of. He wouldn’t be the kind of man she’d forget, not even over time. His touch would linger forever. The nights would be sheer torture.

They were reckless thoughts. Reckless and risky. She had no business giving in to the mad desire erupting inside her, except that she couldn’t deny the attraction to him. There was more here than the sexual need to be with him. It was the yearning to understand the emotional part of love, the part her mother had refused to share. She never realized how being deprived of understanding the depth of feelings for someone had made her ache so strongly to experience it, even for a moment. To taste that forbidden fruit she was expected to ignore until she died a lonely old spinster without anyone to tell of her journeys.

Risks aside, she tired of forgoing her own pleasures for the sake of duty. Tonight her body demanded personal satisfaction. Tonight she wanted to be touched. She wanted to bite into that fruit and bathe in its juices, hell, drown in them if need be.

“You were wrong about my being a woman, good sir. I am a lady.” She let the cloak fall to reveal her tight-fitting dress with its low-cut bodice.

“And every bit a lady,” he remarked.

His lingering gaze over her body sent shivers along her skin. “Might I ask your name?”

“It’s Rebecca.”

“You saved my life, Rebecca.”

The sound of her name from his lips raised the cadence of her pulse.

She shifted her weight. “How much did you see?”

“I saw you move like an angel. An angel with a blade. From the moment I saw you, I thought you had to be a goddess. A guardian. I was right.”

Heat fanned her shoulders. “I had to do something. They wanted to hurt you.”

“You could’ve been hurt.”

“It didn’t matter to me. I couldn’t stand by and watch you die.”

His brow arched. “No?”

“No,” she insisted. “Not before I felt your body against mine.”

A feverish need overtook her. She let the remainder of her clothing fall and approached him with a slow, seductive gait.

His lips parted. “You’re the most beautiful lady I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“You flatter me.”

“I’d flatter you every day if given the chance. How long can you stay?”

Rebecca hated the words before she said them. “Not long. A day or two.”

Disappointment creased his brow. “And then where will you go?”

She glanced to the window to avoid his eyes. “I go wherever my path takes me.” It was the way of her life and why she didn’t form attachments. If she had half a mind, she’d leave now, but tonight she wanted to indulge in fantasy.

Raumont reached for her and she set her hand in his.

“I’ll take whatever time I can spend with you,” he said and moved to give her room.
Rebecca sat on the edge of the bed and brought his hand to her breast. “Then let us make the most of that time.”

With his other hand, he reached out and stroked her cheek. She leaned in and slanted her mouth over his. Sweet, gentle kisses grew more passionate and she tasted the cassis and ginger from the tonic she’d given him. She planned to savor every moment.
Rebecca took a brief respite from the kiss and moved to straddle him. Her fingers made quick work of his shirt buttons. The hard planes of his chest beckoned her hands to run along them. She inhaled his scent, enjoying the way it stimulated her senses. Raumont caressed her breasts until they grew heavy with need. He brushed his hand down her arm and stopped midway.

“You were hurt.”

“A small injury. It’s almost healed. There won’t even be a scar.”

His brows furrowed. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be. I’m not.”

He rose slightly and kissed all around the wound, his mouth soft and unhurried. His tenderness moved her. None of the men she’d been with had ever shown her such respect and compassion. They’d barely raise her skirt, taking her with fast selfish strokes, too intent on their own need to concern themselves with hers. She knew this time would be different. Raumont was different. It frightened and excited her at the same time.

“You are lovely,” he said and lowered back down. He guided his palms along her shoulders, over her waist and hips and stroked her upper thighs. Waves of need undulated through her. She couldn’t wait another moment to feel him buried inside her.

Slowly she tended to the buttons of his trousers. Her fingers trembled, but not from nerves. She wanted this. She wanted him. In another life there would only be him.
Raumont’s eyes smoldered, making her entire being shudder in pleasure.

“I fear I’m still weak,” he said, drawing her close. His hot breath against her breast sent her into a sensuous haze.

Rebecca kissed his forehead from one side to the other. “Then I shall go easy on you.”

~Ann Cory

Saturday, April 9, 2011

New Release Excitment

Last Friday, April 1st, was the release of Ruby Red Metallic.  Yes, I know, it was April Fool's Day, but it was also my release date.  Honest!

I was so excited, and so caught up in getting all my announcements out everywhere, that I completely forgot to put up an announcement here.  I think next time I have a release I'm going to hire an assistant just to remind me of these sort of details.  It all comes in a swirl that you get lost in rather quickly.  Don't get me wrong, I love it and it's a great swirl of emotions and things to do, but it's also a time when things can be forgotten.

RUBY RED METALLIC is now available at Breathless Press and for Kindle on Amazon.  It's a short erotic story about Alaina and her love of high end, gorgeous cars.  She has sticky fingers when it comes to them.

Only one thing stands between Alaina and her passion.  His name is Scott.

I even made my own book trailer!  Hope you enjoy it.


Friday, April 8, 2011

If You Had an Alien Lover

Your catlike lover is purring as he nuzzles your throat and neck. You feel the tiniest pinprick of pain as he releases the tips of his claws and pulls you closer. His soft skin against yours feels like velvet, and it makes you hot just thinking about how he'll feel against the rest of your body. You tilt back your head and feel the scratch of his cat's tongue just before he nips you, and then goes back for a deeper nibble.

The Kamasutra says, "There are no keener means of increasing passion than acts inflicted by tooth and nail." Hmm... Makes me wonder what other advice other text could provide -- if you had alien lover. Imagine a friend confesses a secret crush on the new alien in town. Would you warn your friend in some way, and if so, what would you say?

How about one of these, translated from The Tarnnissh Book of Souls. (Hang tight, ya'll - this is from a series as yet unwritten. ) :o

"Take care when placing a portion of your self within the orifices of an unknown alien species. There might dwell within their openings things such as teeth."

"More than one species of alien practices mating rituals which require synchronicities of orgasm, brought about by mutual inducement of pain. Remove all sharp objects before courting a species of this type, unless this type of pleasure-pain mix is desired."

"Only one species of alien is known to feed from the sexual energy produced during orgasm. However, repeated, frequent orgasm with these aliens may incite them to hyperceptive awareness of individual thoughts. Considering the terminaton of a relationship with one of these aliens may result in extended and/or unwanted sexual attention and the promise of better orgasms if they please you enough to stay."

I wrote about an alien and human relationship in two books. At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, and For Women Only. In Mercy, one is a Better -- a genetically enhanced human -- and the other is HalfKin, a mixture of human and a catlike humanoid race called the Kin. Click to check out the Antonello Brothers series.

In For Women Only, the human hero starts out bitter and prejudiced against the Kin, but when he has to seduce one (or see his brother die), he manages to overcome his dislike... and discovers delights he had never known existed.

So... are you brave enough to try an alien lover? What type would you like?

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Super Wolf... Also, a Witch and Her Hellhounds

Springtime greetings, everyone. It is definitely Spring on what I call my tame prairie, because I’m out in the country, and surrounded by the neighbors’ cows. Oh, yes, the land is beautiful and greening fast. The wild critters are procreating, especially the froggies, who are singing to beat the band. The daffodils and jonquils are gorgeous-y yellow. Also, I saw my first dandelions today. Being an advocate of natural remedies, this thrills me.

Right now, I’m celebrating because I ‘finally’ finished and polished my latest erotic romance menage, and will be submitting soon. My next project ~ White Fang, Ace Crime Reporter ~ is a shapeshifter erotic romance novella that may or may not be included in an anthology.

However, the story is part of a series we authors at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS are writing. Set in Talbot’s Peak, Montana, our novellas will be based on *ALL* of the shapeshifter and paranormal characters we’ve created, and keep creating ever since Serena Shay wrote the first edition of G&B Gazette. She wrote the flash scene from the perspective of a werewolf pack who has taken over the town and its newspaper. Yep, a major turn toward the savage.

Here’s a flash scene I wrote between my super wolf, White Fang, and my cat goddess, Pasha, for St. Patrick’s Day.

White Fang and Pasha Celebrate St. Paddies Day

“Talk about wearin’ of the green,” White Fang muttered as Pasha entered the Pleasure Club’s Irish Pub.

The emerald green evening dress clung like a faithful dog. Bad as the spectral, but real Dublin Black Dog, he wanted to lick every nook and cranny -- take his time savoring her juiciness.

Holy hell, no surprise his cock gave a jerky salute beneath the polished wood plank table. To distract himself for a moment, White Fang tipped up his mug of Guinness, and took a deep swallow.

Feck and kiss the blarney stone, he could have poured straight whiskey down his throat, and not burned as much as he did now.

White Fang figured the woman cat goddess owned every carnal hormone rampaging through his body. Lykouz! Worse, he had to resist shifting into a wild wolf beast, and jumping on her statuesque bones. Right here. Right now.


So far, their matings had only occurred in human form, but...and, Pasha’s butt was so round and sumptuous, White Fang dreamed about handling her ass when they weren’t together.

She swayed toward him from across the large room, all sexual grace, and he sure as all hell was going to enjoy the show she put on for him. After all, Z’Pasha, granddaughter of Bastet, was the queen of seduction. In and out of the bedroom.

Slowly, White Fang traveled his gaze from Pasha’s exotic feline face down the column of her lovely neck. Her peridot shamrock earrings dangled, caressing the top of her mostly bared shoulders.

Her voluptuous breasts were confined by the heavy silk of her dress. Still, her aroused nipples pushed at the fabric, begging for the tug of his teeth.

White Fang gripped the handle of his mug hard. Not wanting to shatter it, he set it aside. To torment himself further, he sniffed in her perfumed scent -- woman feline heat mingled with jasmine blossoms.

“Do I have your attention, super dog?”

Like an itch that had to be scratched, her low purring voice scratched his study-ready balls. “Pasha, gorgeous pussy, your jaws are clamped on my attention.”

Knowing she wasn’t finished with him, White Fang waited, his gaze lapping at the revealed swells of her breasts.

She leaned slightly, her breasts subtly jiggling. “Pant, pant, super dog,” she sultrily crooned.

At the same time, she trailed the chiffon silk scarf she carried on his shoulder. Then, like a breathy whisper the scarf brushed his earlobe.

Bending over, his seductress traced the rim of his ear with the point of her tongue. “Leather boots and the scarlet book I magickally sent you?” she asked, her whisper a soft purr.

“In front of the fireplace,” he growled, low and needy.

“Later, if you want my pot of gold and a marathon ride between my thighs...remember, my love wolf.” She paused.

Her fingernail lightly clawed his other earlobe, and White Fang nearly gnashed his teeth. His cock gave a mighty jump, threatening to bust through his old-fashioned leather breeches.

Her lips seized his. All too briefly. With a rub and cuddle of their noses, she straightened.

Waving off his gentlemanly attempt to rise, she moved opposite him, and seated herself. White Fang devoted his gaze to the hump-inspiring slink of her hips.

“Remember?” He raised a brow.

“Do not ask ‘why is it green?’”

Pasha’s wide smile reminded him of the infamous cat who had eaten the cream.

AND... Here’s an ‘unedited’ synopsis-blurb combo for my latest erotic romance menage.



Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a witch with real powers. Despite her abilities, she’s never been able to track down her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with their knowledge about her true heritage at a high society event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Suddenly threatened by the omnipresent evil she has been warned about in her dreams, Kandace must bring forth the greater magick within her. She battles to save her kidnapped sister, then herself and her homeworld from an ancient enemy. Zol and Zin come to her rescue, and she discovers they will protect her no matter the ultimate cost to themselves.

What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds see a witch sliding down the bannister after her magickal heist of a painting? Zolivar and Zindale decide they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. Looking for a mate and to create a triad of power, Zol and Zin use every passionate persuasion to woo, then win their chosen witch. However, will their Kandy Apple stay with them once she learns they are unable to fall in love like humans? Or, will she choose to return to her homeworld? Because, as Hellhounds, they are bound to Earth.



Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Savanna Kougar is the best-selling author of ten ebooks, with five books in print. She pens love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. And, she writes erotic romance because she ferociously enjoys ripping the damn doors off.

You can find her at her personal blog ~ Kougar Kisses ~ ~ and at the following blogs as a contributor.

Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly
Siren-BookStrand Authors’ Blog

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Combining thrillers with erotic romance

I like to think of myself as an eclectic reader, stretching myself across all genres. For example I might read what I call a “chick flick” book by Sherryl Woods or Susan Mallery, or a hot erotic romance by Joey Hill or Regina Carlysle. Or a mystery by John Sandford. Or a thriller by Brad Thor or Vince Flynn or W.E.B. Griffin. I am first and foremost a romance addict with the requisite happy ever after, and I often wonder why men in particular don’t think it has a place in the lives of their heroes.

W.E.B. Griffin has finally given two of his heroes the opportunity for a HEA in the two series Men in Blue and The President’s Man. John Sandford gave his hero a love interest that he finally married but not until after a lot of angst through several book. And for authors like Flynn and Thor I wonder why they don’t see the necessity for their heroes to have someone with whom to decompress, a sanctuary between high octane missions.

With all that in mind, Cerise Deland and I set out to write a series of “erotic romance thrillers”, where we’d combine heartstopping action with a whole lot of heartstopping sex. And so Nemesis was born. She was the goddess of retribution, and as an international agency for protection, investigation and security, retribution is high on the agency menu.

Our heroes, of course, would have to be the typical alpha males of such stories. Good looking in a rugged way. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. And better in the sack than any man has a right to be.

Our heroines would have to be an equal match. Strong, confident, skilled with firearms and any number of other tricks of the trade. And equally as talented in bed, so that when they come together (pardon the pub), the explosion rocks their world.

We started with Maddie Sommers and Dan Foreman in Until the Dawn. She works in the office of the Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives. He is a covert agent for the CIA. Here’s a look at them:

Excerpt: Until the Dawn

He raised her hands to kiss each of her fingertips in turn. “I’ve outgrown the one-night stands, Maddie. The quick lays that leave you feeling like a cave man.” He pressed both her palms to his cheeks and his torso to hers. “I want a relationship that means something bigger. With one woman. With brains.” He smoothed her hair. “And beauty.” He kissed her eyelids. “And a body.” He cupped her ass and pushed her groin to his. “And a passion for me.”

She wound her arms around his massive shoulders and pressed her breasts against his solid chest. “I think you’ve got her.”

He threw his head back and laughed, then caught her under her legs to swing her up into his arms. “Where then, my dear woman, is your bedroom?”

She pointed the way up her stairs into the back of her house and her huge master bedroom. He carried her up and there, next to the king bed awash in linens of ivory and cream, Dan paused and set her to her feet. His hands fell over her from her throat to her shoulders, her arms and her fingertips. Those he raised to his shirt collar. “Undress me.”

She trembled. Her lips quivered. But she began to undo his buttons, loosen his tie, peel back his suit coat and drop everything to the floor. When she came to his belt, and his waistband button, she gazed into his eyes, now clouded with desire, and stopped. He stared at her. “Do it.”

She spun away from him. New spunk rising in her veins, she shrugged one shoulder to let her spaghetti strap fall below her elbow, then did the same with the other. Reaching around to her zipper, she pulled it open with a brisk tug that had her dress sliding over her breasts and her hips and pooling at the floor.

He inhaled sharply.

Naked, she glided toward him. Her breasts, full and pouting, reached toward him. Her pussy, claimed once by him tonight, she knew by the feel, was also full and pouting to have him back. She fingered her nipples for him, then plunged fingers of both hands into her full nest of curls. Who is this wanton woman, Maddie? The one who wants this man, the answer came.

She took the two steps toward his warm and reaching hands. He caught her to him, squeezing the breath from her, as he took her lips, her throat, her areola in his hungry mouth and bit her, sucked her and sank to his knees. There, he held her with both hands to her thighs as he nuzzled his face to her mound.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he growled at her.

End excerpt

In Until Midnight we featured Nicole “Nicki” Welles, owner of Nemesis who was introduced in Book One, and Adam Molloy, former Mossad agent who meets her under “unusual circumstances”.

Excerpt: Until Midnight

Nicole Welles drew in a deep breath, inhaling the salt-scented air and listening to the rhythmic lap of ocean waves against the sand. She consciously forced every muscle in her body to relax.

The last two weeks had been a bitch. Financially rewarding but no less than a trip to hell deserved. Nemesis had been contracted by Macmillan Global to retrieve their boss who had been kidnapped by one of the largest drug cartels and held for ransom. Since this particular cartel was known for returning their hostages more dead than alive, Macmillan wanted the boss out right now.

They’d done it. She’d led the team herself. There had been some bloodshed but fortunately not on their side. Now she was trying to decompress in a bungalow at a very private, very exclusive resort on the beach in tiny Costalegre near Puerto Vallarta.

She was thinking about heading back to the villa for a shower and turned over to fish her watch out of her beachbag when a heavy thunk! sounded behind her. Instinctively her brain registered what it was and she rolled off the lounge onto the sand, grabbing for her beachbag where her 9mm was stashed. When she lifted her eyes to see what was happening they were met by a pair of very tanned legs dusted with dark hair.

“I have a gun,” she said, pointing it upward.

“So do I.” The voice was deep and almost gravelly. “Fucking lot of good yours would do you if I planned to kill you. You’d already be toast.”

Keeping a two-handed grip on the gun, she rolled lithely to her knees and then to her feet. Inches away from her stood what she could only think of as a man who was menacingly sexy. And tall. Much taller than she was, which was a trick since she was five ten. Shaggy black hair framed a face defined by deep grooves in the cheeks, a square jaw and startling blue eyes beneath heavy brows and thick lashes.

Dressed in a loose shirt and shorts, every bit of his muscular body she could see was deeply tanned. And the gun he was holding was even bigger than hers. An Israeli Desert Eagle, one she was very familiar with.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

“The man who just saved your life.” His voice was deep and hoarse as if he’d been shouting for a long time. “Who are you?”

“What do you mean, saved my life?”

He looked up and down the private stretch of beach, empty except for the two of them. As far as Nicki knew, only three of the resort’s bungalows were occupied at the moment.

“Put away your gun and I’ll show you.”

Put away the gun? She stared at him for a long moment, something weird sizzling between them, then lowered the 9mm to her side.

“That’s as put away as it’s going to get until I know what’s going on around here.”

“Come on.”

He, too, lowered his gun and closed steel fingers around her wrist, tugging her toward the thick groves of palm and coconut trees bordering the beach. Carefully pulling back a prickly bougainvillea he pointed at a body shoved against the roots of the shrub.

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And we have just finished Until Twilight, Book Three, in which you’ll meet Nemesis security specialist Lane Hallowell and prospective hire Isabella Sebastiani, explosive expert. Lane is in Italy finishing an assignment and told to interview Bella. They are thrown together when a series of bomb threats also effects a Nemesis client.

Excerpt: Until Twilight

He fished in his trouser pockets for some bills. He had no idea what he threw down. He could only watch this woman who possessed him. She was willowy, but well endowed. She was a dark-haired siren with onyx eyes and a carriage so regal, he had grown hard since he first saw her pausing in front of the David. Christ knew how he could even open his mouth to talk to her. And if she decided she would join Nemesis, someone had better teach him how to work with her. Because all he wanted to do was kiss her wide, sultry mouth, discover those beautiful big breasts and make her moan and twist and come loudly in his arms.

And now for all his boyish silent drooling, and all his determination to keep it professional and practical, she was leading him at a determined clip through the Piazza toward Santa Croce.

She said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her nipples were taut beneath the thin white halter dress. Her expression was closed, focused on her goal.

He could barely walk, his cock was so engorged. So erect. Damn, how far away was her apartment? He tried to remember her address from her vitae and couldn’t. What the hell. She knew where they were going. She knew what she was doing.

The smell of freshly cut leather hit his nostrils as they hurried through the narrow lanes of the tanners’ district. Wafting out of the workrooms and shops were the aromas of espresso, chocolate and freshly cut garlic. Golden rays of the dying afternoon sun warmed the buildings and the pavement as the two of them hastened past.

Just this side of the church of Santa Croce, she halted before a building with huge windows and large balconies. She stepped up to its ochre and yellow door. Digging out a key, she turned the lock and proceeded up a winding staircase. She never looked back. She knew he was there on her heels. At the third floor, she paused before another door, opened it and held it as he followed her inside.

Here in the hall made rosy by the twilight rays streaming through a large window at the other end, she placed her briefcase and her keys on a large table and turned to him.

Her expression was tight, almost pleading with him.

He understood.

And as he took her in his arms and pressed her to the wall, as he lifted one hand and dropped a kiss to her palm, her wrist, her forearm, her elbow, he whispered, “Bella mia, this was never my plan.”

Her head lolled against the wall, her lush mouth fell open. Her hauntingly lovely black eyes absorbed him. “I told myself it was not mine.”

He captured her chin between two fingers. “Once. We’ll make love once.”

She gasped, stricken.

Her disappointment broke his heart, fired his pride and made his cock harden painfully.

“This is no interview,” she demanded on a whisper as she outlined his lips with one forefinger.

“No. This has nothing to do with work.” He bent and picked her up in his arms. “This has everything to do with need.”

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So you see, despite what male writers might think, it’s possible to have a heartpounding thriller with great romance and sex. I’m all for it.

Books One and Two are available at Ellora’s Cave ( as well as Amazon, Sony, B&N and All Romance eBooks. Take a walk on the wild side with us.

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