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Monday, May 30, 2011
See also antihero
Saturday, May 28, 2011
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Friday, May 27, 2011
I'm so excited! I've got a new book out and it's just $0.99 on Amazon Kindle, B&N Nook, and at ARE! It's called THE POSTMAN ALWAYS COMES TWICE and it's fun, sexy and smokin' hot!
I actually came up with idea while my hubby and I were out walking our dog. We were talking about my book GOOD COP, BAD GIRL and how popular books about cops are when the UPS man drove by. I said I wondered if women get hot for all men in uniform, like a UPS driver. My hubby said, or even a postman. I laughed and said, sure, the postman always comes twice. We looked at each other and both said, that'd be a great name for a book! So there you have it!
This postman is carrying one hell of a package!
Charisma Harlow has been lusting after her hunky postman Travis Walker ever since he started delivering her mail a few months ago. In fact, she’s so hot for him, she finds herself ordering things online so he’ll show up more often. When her subtle flirting doesn’t do the trick, she decides to finally get serious and seduce him outright. She orders the heaviest thing she can find so he’ll have to bring it inside her apartment, then greets him at the door in nothing but a short, sexy robe when he shows up.
Travis gets the message and spends his lunch hour proving he really knows how to deliver—in the bedroom.
There, standing on her doorstep, was six-foot-four inches of gorgeous stud. She would never have imagined the button-up shirt and blue trousers that made up the postal service uniform could be so damn sexy on anyone, but on Travis, it looked
hot as hell. She supposed it could have something to do with those impossibly broad shoulders and muscular biceps. Damn, he was built.
She could tell from the way he took in her robe he was surprised she wasn’t wearing her usual tank top and pajama bottoms. His golden eyes caressed the curve of her breasts for a moment before lingering on her long legs, and Charisma felt heat pool between her thighs at the flicker of lust she saw there. To her dismay, he immediately hid it behind a façade of professionalism.
“It looks as if I have another delivery for you,” he said, holding out the electronic clipboard. “What did you buy this time?”
“A spinning bike.” She glanced at him form under her lashes as she signed her name in the signature block. “It looks really heavy. Do you think you could bring it inside for me?”
He flashed her his usual heart-stopping grin. “No problem.”
As he bent to pick up the big box, Charisma stepped back so her could come into the
“Where do you want it?” he asked.
Anywhere you want to give it to me. She blushed at the naughty thought as she closed the door. “If you could put it in my home office, that would be great. It’s down the hall on the right.”
Even though the box was obviously heavy, Travis had no problem carrying it, Charisma
noticed. She had no problem admiring his great ass as she followed him down the hall, either. She caught her lip between her teeth to stifle a moan.
“Is this okay?” he asked as he set the box down in one of the few open spaces left in the room.
Between her desk, the built-in bookcase, file cabinets and the boxes of stuff she’d bought over the past couple weeks, floor space was definitely at a premium. She’d been so busy with work and ordering things online she hadn’t had a chance to open most of the boxes yet.
“That’s fine,” she said. “Thanks.”
He looked around the room, his mouth quirking. “You certainly buy a lot of stuff.”
She felt her face color at the amusement in his deep voice, and she reached up to tuck her long, dark hair behind her ear in an effort to hide her embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I do. Fortunately for my bank account, I end up sending most of it back.”
His gaze scanned the boxes again before coming to rest on the rectangular box on the
edge of her desk. He studied the contents for a moment before reaching inside to pull out the hot pink vibrator she’d gotten a week ago.
Her lips curved into a smile. Score, she thought. She’d purposely left it there in the hopes he would see it. So much for rusty flirting skills.
He gave her a sidelong glance and her pulse fluttered when she saw that the lust she’d noticed earlier was back in his mesmerizing golden brown eyes.
“You aren’t planning on sending this back, are you?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t had a chance to try it yet.” She gazed up at him from under her lashes, giving him her best flirtatious look. “Too bad you have mail to deliver. You could have stayed and helped me take it for a test drive.”
Charisma had never been so bold with a guy before, but since her subtle attempts at
flirtation hadn’t worked, she didn’t want there to be any confusion she was coming on to him. Even so, the words made her blush a little. They hadn’t even gone on a date and she was already inviting him into her bed.
Travis’s mouth curved into a sexy grin. “I was actually going to take lunch after I
delivered your package anyway, so I’m off the clock for the next hour. I could hang
around if you think I might be able to help.”
Her heart did a backflip. She had to admit, she hadn’t expected her plan to actually work.
“Are you sure it’s okay? To spend your lunch hour with a woman on your mail route, I
He took a step closer, his grin broadening. “It’s perfectly okay. Satisfaction is our number one priority at the Postal Service, you know.”
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Monday, May 23, 2011
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I sometimes get asked where I get ideas for my stories. If I answer truthfully I have to say my friends.
Here’s what I mean. One friend who I won’t name to protect her identity (Michelle) decided the other day she really wanted a cheesecake.
Being the sort of woman who loves to cook (and I always have friends who are cooks so I get great food without doing it myself), she decided to make one. Her oven was a little dirty, but she didn’t want to take the time to clean it. Cheesecake, apparently, has to be cooked at a high temperature, which can be a challenge with a dirty oven.
So, she put a towel over the smoke detector in her house. Of course that didn’t work and soon her kitchen was filled with smoke. Her smoke detector, one of the ones that are linked to the fire department, went off and shortly a fire truck was on her doorstep.
They were nice and put out the fire, yes there was one, and managed to save most of the cheesecake in the process. It was still yummy, by the way, Amoretto flavored with only a touch of smoky taste on some of the crust. (No we didn’t throw it out. It’s cheesecake, for God’s sake. Why throw out the baby with the bathwater?)
I would like to tell you that story was the basis for my short erotic romance, Five Alarm Love (shameless promotion here. Five Alarm Love is available as a download here or in my latest paperback release, Trixie’s Treats, IV.)
Sadly, I wrote Five Alarm Love before Michelle’s incident but it makes for a great story. It also is a good example of how my friends live much more exciting lives than I do. I promise to change the names to protect the innocent. Most of the time, that is.
Oh by the way, Michelle reports the firemen who came to her house were all incredibly polite and good-looking. We’re thinking about making another cheesecake (without the burned crust) and delivering it to the station as a thank-you. I just have to convince Michelle that she should take me with her instead of her husband. She really has no idea what I can do with good-looking firemen, burned cheesecake or whatever…Fictionally only, of course!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
My family - husband and three kids strung from fifteen down to ten - go there often. If I'm too busy to make a meal, something that happens more and more often between rounds of edits, writing, and the seemingly endless cycle of promotion, the Green Forest is where we'll head to eat nine out of ten times.
Long before I made the leap from local writer to author, I penned - and still do - a weekly column in the local newspaper. Before that, I had a column in the larger paper in the bigger town to our north and even earlier I had a column in the countywide newspaper. All that really means is that a lot of people know my face because every column I've ever done always features a mug shot. Add to that the fact that I call myelf a shameless promotion whore and pass out business cards, book cover shots, and even refrigerator magnets everywhere I go, people know who I am.
Although I write a bit of everything from that column to the occasional essay in Chicken Soup For The Soul or other publications, my main focus these days is romance. Of my nine out and upcoming novels (ones sold with a contract to one of four publishers), all are romance but they range from erotic paranormal romance to sweet, clean historical and contemporary with everything in between.
One Saturday afternoon, after a local author fair, my husband took me and our youngest, my son, for a late lunch at Green Forest. As I dived into one of my favorites, the Grecian platter with three courses - homemade soup, a fantastic salad laden with feta cheese, black olives, and more, plus a gyros platter, our server asked me if I was the lady who "makes the books".
Because we live in an area with a growing Hispanic population, Norma, our server, has English as her second tongue. I told her that yes, I was, and as I shared a little about what I do for a living, we became friends. I sent my husband out to the car to bring her one of the anthologies with my work and told her where she might find the other books. My husband cautioned that some of what I write can be sexy and she smiled. Her daughter who reads wouldn't at all, she said, with a big grin.
I liked that phrase "makes the books" and so I saved it to memory. I can say I write, I can tell people that I am an author but when you get down to basics, I do make the books.
Since it is a small town in a conservative area, I get a few stares and the occcasional commentary from locals who have read or at least heard of my books. When I recently spent a day substitute teaching, something I once did on a regular basis but is now rare, the elementary school's librarian introduced me to the kids as "an author". On the same day, at a petting zoo brought over from the high school by some ag students, I overhead a high school student whisper that "she writes dirty books". I just smiled although I thought her remark was more than a little cheeky but I allowed for local perception. She isn't alone.
I don't find my books "dirty" but then I don't think sex is either. I think I write sensual love scenes between consenting adults that maintain the essence of love, that portray sex performed between those who love one another.
Now that I'm known as the lady who makes the books, I try to keep that in mind and not rush off to the supermarket in my well-worn, faded favorite "I Dream Of Jeannie" t-shirt and the jeans with the holes worn into the fabric. Whether I'm going to a department store or the local budget grocery, I take a moment to make sure I look presentable and if I get stares, so be it. At least I know I look nice!
Most folks I've found are fans and they like to see someone who makes books be just as down-home as they are themselves. A long-time friend told me not long ago that I have remained humble and she hopes I'll stay that way.
I plan to do that - just as I hope to continue being the lady that makes the books for the rest of my life!
My current releases can be found on my Amazon Central author page here:
You'll also find my work at Evernight Publishing, Rebel Ink Press, Champagne Books, and Astraea Press as my releases go live as well as anywhere where romance works are found!
Monday, May 16, 2011
So how do you know when the characters in a book flove each other? Well, it’s not when they’re sitting in a field of wildflowers, gazing tenderly into each other’s eyes. Those big long monologues consisting of 101-reasons-why-you’re-the-one-for-me don’t cut it either. What about when the man kneels and pulls out a ring?
As flove does, things get more intense. But Rosemary and Kurt are sweet, star-crossed lovers compared to Lydia and Joe from Deadly Captive:
"Do you know I've drained this bottle three times?" I lifted the bottle of tequila, the liquor that hit me the hardest and thus the one I was most determined to master. "Every time I put it away and go to sleep—"
don't they bite us?" I grinned and stood, wobbling as I grabbed the bottle from him and toasted my sheer brilliance. "It's all the alcohol! They must not like it."
Friday, May 13, 2011
Right about now you might be thinking I’m confused. Why would anyone be blogging about how SEXy Christmas is in May. Especially a Friday the 13th in May.
Well, Surrendering to the Right Man takes place at Christmas. It’s high drama at the holidays but also ultra SEXy. I’ve always felt Christmas was sexy but I wasn’t the only one.
Do you remember some settlers by the name of the Puritans? Oh you’ve heard of these fellows. Well they band and made Christmas illegal. Yes. You’ve read correctly.
I’m not going to get into the reasons why they band Christmas but if you’re interested you can always google: New England Puritans Christmas 1620.
You should find more than enough information to satisfy any curiosity on subject.
I guess I should leave you with another tease.
He pulled away. “The things I’m going to show you.” Once more, his mouth covered hers.
Using her lips, she forced his apart. She dug her teeth into his tender flesh.
“Shit. You bit me.” He pressed his finger to his mouth and checked for blood.
“Uh-huh. And?” She grinned. “Don’t make a fuss. I didn’t draw blood.”
“I see! So, that’s how you want things.” He made short work of removing his clothes. In seconds, he stood naked in front of her, his cock semi-erect.
Sizable. “Do you, now?” She’d see about that.
He lunged forward, clutched her wrists, and pulled her to him. “Yeah, I do.”
Please, God, let his words be true. “How’s that, huh?”
As he licked her neck then released one of her wrists, his silky tongue slid over her skin, sending moisture gushing between her legs. The heat of his mouth roared a fire inside. He took hold of her breast and squeezed.
He picked her up, carried her over to her bed, and laid her out. This was real. As he kneeled on the edge, he grabbed her inner thighs and parted her legs.
So there you have it Xmas can be XxX rated.
If you want to learn more about me, go here www.acmason.com to find Surrendering to the Right Man go here. www.decadentpublishing.com. One more thing I thought would be ultra sexy would be to donate my royalties in May to Read for a Cure.
Darkness ♀♂ Desires
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Women are sexy. Hands down. From the thin to the curvaceous and every incarnation in between, they get men's hearts pumping and other *ahem* areas pumping.
True, a lot of furry romance heroes fall at the feet of their women...eventually. Partially, sometimes. But falling in love, and lots of sex, is to be had all around.
Usually after said shapeshifting/paranormal hero has, once again, rescued our damsel in distress from some catastrophe or another.
But, hey, why can't the heroine, fur and all, rescue the hero sometimes? She's got the same abilities, same fierce protective urges and same ferocious snarl.
Why is it that our heroines, fur and feistyness in tact, don't ever get to come through, riding the proverbial white horse and beat the baddies.
Equality in femme fur! Down with the growly men and let the women triumph over evil.
I mean, we had She-ra, Princess of Power, right? And Jem? (Remember her?) Heck, even Smurfette got her groove on among a sea of men. Yes, women can be sexy, loving and down right scary.
Come on fictional gals, let the fur fly!
So, who's got a fierce heroine? No? Well, get to writing one! Readers want some grrr with their moans!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I was glad to see that. When the story first broke, I really worried how it would turn out. Some stories like that haven't had happy endings.
I admit as a Girl Scout assistant leader and a parent who volunteers a lot, I've worried about people's reactions to the writing I do, with menages and the open bedroom door at the top of my list.
I'm very proud of what I've accomplished as a writer. I've had numerous books published, won awards, had good reviews. Not to mention, I love what I write.
But it's a very fine line between crowing about accomplishments, yet also making sure you aren't too outed.
I'm lucky in that I don't think any of the parents I know would have a problem with what I write. I'm very very clear that I write books for adults. I tell my own kids about my accomplishments but make sure I tell them they have to be 18 before they read my stories (yes, I figure they will be younger but I say 18 so they hopefully will wait until they are close to that). I'm clear to any kids that I talk about writing with that I write for adults.
It annoys me that I do have to worry about being taken to task for what I do. If I were writing thrillers, horror, serial killer books, people probably would not have the same issues with it. But because I write erotic romance, that somehow makes my writing more relevant to my "real" life to some people.
I do love what I do. Crafting worlds and stories about people who live with me long after I finish telling their tale. It doesn't get any better.