TRS BLUE

Truth or Dare: Party Games Bk 2 by Rhian Cahill

2012-01-28T23:02:00.000-08:00

Truth or Dare by Rhian Cahill

Daring to tell the truth will change the rules of this gameforever.

Party Games, Book 2

When her friend deserts her at an exclusive Sydney houseparty, Miki Drummond retreats to a corner to observe the insanity. Watchinglife go by is something she does well, especially after the hell her marriageput her through.

She never dreamed she'd reconnect with not one but twoblasts from her high school past. And she never expected their heated gazes tobring her body so easily back to life.

Grant Rogers and Dayne Pierce never forgot Miki. Ever. Pastexperience tells them to tread slowly and carefully, but that plan flies outthe window when they're all dragged into a game of Truth or Dare. Something'sup, because Miki repeatedly chooses to take a shot rather than reveal herobvious pain. Time after time.

Waking up hungover in a strange bedroom, Miki is caught inan electrically charged moment with two men who offer her unimaginablepleasure, who seem determined to keep her suspended in sweet torment—permanently.

One night of pure fantasy is all Miki dares to take, butcome morning the hard truth is that walking away isn't an option.

Product Warnings:The author cannot be held responsible for any truth you may tell or dare youmake take after reading this story. And if you find yourself sandwiched betweentwo hunky men…take the dare.

Excerpt:-

Miki was so engrossed in the sexy encounter taking placeacross the room that the noise of the party faded to nothing. Try as she might,she couldn't pull her gaze from the unintentional tableau. Not until her viewwas blocked. Two guys stepped in front of her, caging her against the wall.

"If it isn't little Mikaila Drummond." The deepvoice skittered over her skin and she shivered as goose bumps broke out in itswake.

"Yeah, but she isn't so little anymore." Thesecond voice was just as deep but slightly rougher. Both conjured images oflate nights, tangled sheets and sweaty bodies.

Jeez, of all the times for her libido to wake up.

Mikaila stared at the chest before her. The tight blackshirt clung to the muscles concealed beneath like a second skin. Her handstingled with the urge to reach up and touch, lay her palms flat against thathard surface. She raised her gaze. Slowly. Each new inch she saw made her mouthdrier. Oh man. Smooth tan skin tookup were black cloth stopped and broad shoulders stretched past her peripheralvision. Miki swallowed. Blood rushed through her veins as her heart sped up.Heat radiated out from the two bodies now crowded around her, sending hertemperature higher.

Arousal burst out and flooded every part of her. Need anddesire that had been missing in recent years were set free in an explosion oftingling sensation. Miki took a breath, tried to slow her pulse but onlysucceeded in filling her nostrils with the scent of hot male flesh. Her bodysoftened, her knees shook and she struggled to form a coherent thought.

"I think seeing us has rendered her speechless. That'ssomething I never thought would happen."

A memory niggled at her mind, but Miki couldn't place thevoice and she still hadn't managed to look at either of their faces. Her gazehad snagged on those amazing shoulders and gone no farther.

Masculine laughter that vibrated along every nerve hadMiki's insides clenching. Jeez, could she be any more affected? A shiverskittered down her spine when Mr. Black-shirt placed two fingers under her chinand tilted her head up. She met a pair of startlingly blue eyes. Filled withmischief and a spark of heat, they reminded her of summer. That illusive niggleof memory flitted across her mind but refused to solidified.

"Are we that forgettable, Miki?" He feigned a hurtlook that made Miki want to giggle. "Surely not."

Both men stepped closer, their warm bodies pressing intoher. Mikaila turned her head to look at the second man. Green eyes sparkled,the cool colour calming, but nothing could hush the gasp that left her throator soothe the shock blooming inside her when she finally placed her companions.

Grant Rogers and Dayne Pearce.

Oh crap. Herbiggest teenage crush came back to slap her in the face. And she did meancrush. Singular. The boys had always made her feel outrageous things when theywere in high school, but she'd never acted on any of her feelings because shecouldn't pick one over the other. And then the summer they'd all turnedeighteen she'd discovered the one thing to make her keep her distance above allelse. They didn't want her to pick just one of them. As much as the idea ofbeing with both of them thrilled and intrigued, it scared the pants off hermore, and she'd walked away. Fast.

Miki closed her eyes and fought to pull herself together.She wouldn't allow those old emotions to tempt her. Wouldn't let herself fallfor their charms no matter how appealing they were or how much she'd regrettednot taking the chance when she'd had no real clue what it was they offered.

"The penny drops." Warm air filled her ear andbrushed her neck as Dayne spoke.

"I think you're right, Dayne." The fingers underher chin trailed up to trace her lips, a light brush of flesh that sentsensations flooding through her. "Aren't you going to say hello,Miki?"

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Buy Link: - http://store.samhainpublishing.com/truth-dare-p-6614.html

Rhian Cahill

http://www.rhiancahill.com/

From ShapeShifter Seductions ~ Xanuvvi, Blue Water Dragon

2012-01-28T18:40:00.001-08:00

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From SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~

Sunday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

When I learned it was the Chinese Year of the Dragon, and not just any dragon, but what some are calling the Blue Water Dragon, I entered a slight state of shock. Why, you might ask... then again, it may be of no particular interest to you.

Still... here it is. In my 2012 erotic romance fantasy, WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, published on August 13, 2008, there is a secondary character, Dragon Leader, Xanuvvi, who is a blue water dragon.

If you interested in an excerpt from the book that stars Xanuvvi, click on over to TITLE MAGIC.

For today's flash scene, of course, I couldn't resist letting you meet Xanuvvi, Blue Water Dragon Leader, prior to his appearance in When a Good Angel Falls.
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Xanuvvi, Blue Water Dragon

"Why must you leave our realm?"

Queen Crysuthess spoke in her feminine pouty voice. However, Xanuvvi heard her true concern over his leaving, and her wish they remain lovers.

"You know of my alliance with Earth's angelic guardians, my sweetling." Xanuvvi used the power of his voice to stroke her. "The one called Zerr Dann has contacted recently. His mission is crucial to saving us from the dark siders as well as bringing about the salvation of humanity and Earth."

"It is true those of evil intent have already damaged the dimensional wall between our worlds with their use of death-wave weaponry. The fools," she contemptuously added with a dismissive lift of her shoulder. "And yet, how will you fare? There a few dragonkind remaining."

Xanuvvi caressed a strand of her hair, then twined it around his finger-claw, well knowing his touch would soothe the Queen. "Thessi," he addressed her with his pet name for her, "the gathering has begun. There are already ten Rainbow Dragonicas residing at the great caldera -- singing to alleviate Mother Gai's pain, and balance her forthcoming land changes. They are welcoming my presence."

Her sigh could have caused a path through the sea, it burst out with such keening force. "I know it is a matter of positive fate, Nuvvi. Yet... I depend upon your constant strength and wisdom."

Even though, they were alone, she left unsaid what they'd both come to crave, the impassioned strength of their lust-rolling together. He knew why. Their feelings for each other could never be fulfilled.

She would mature and desire only one of her kind for a mate. While he, having glimpsed his far future, being the magickal beast he was, knew another was destined to be his loving mate.

"If you wish for the force we call Good to ascend, and bring the harmonics of benevolence to our realm, then I must leave, my Thessi. I must use my powers to assist humankind, to assist Zerr Dann in his divine mission."

She didn't speak, and he felt her deep contemplations. Her small hand stroked the clawed hand he'd placed on her lovely little shoulder. "One more night... my Nuvvi. Is that too great a wish?"

His answer was to stroke the back of his claw along the sensitive skin of her neck, as she carnal-adored.

***

Spiraling furiously while also whirling the leviathan-sized length of his body, Xanuvvi pierced the dimensional fabric. Since he could not afford to enter the realm of Earth at the thinnest point, the Great Pyramid as it was known in Egypt -- oh, sweet memories of Queen Cleopatra and the grace of her hands upon his scales -- because of what he called the robot-zombie guards of the Illuminatti.

Instead, Xanuvvi penetrated as close to his dragon allies as possible. Forced to hold his breath because of the slime-heavy, sulfurous water of the Yellowstone caldera, he pumped his tail like a rising Loch Ness monster.

Once he finally speared through the boiling nastiness that passed for a form of water, he continued his momentum. Xanuvvi prepared to summon his magick. It had taken the remainder of his physical strength to remain airborne in the dusk, overcast sky.

Even so, he refused to gasp in draughts of the wintry air for two reasons. One, a dragon leader had his pride. Two, despite the utterly ridiculous connection between sulfur and dragons on Earth, he despised the taste of the odiferous mineral, and the thick muck still clung to his muzzle.

Unfurling his wings, Xanuvvi spread them wide to dry the webbing rapidly. A snort of fire from his nostrils would do the job, but that would foil his plan to stay as inconspicuous as possible.

To keep himself aloft, he cast forth a matrix bubble to float within. Getting his bearings, even if he was spotted, was crucial. He wanted to wing with all due haste to the Rainbow's stronghold once he discovered the location.

What, hey! Xanuvvi closed his eyes inhaling wave after delicious wave of the most seductive female scents. Trapped in the heavy moist air, the potent, in-heat perfume responsible for stiffening his breeding staff was being carried on the rising night wind.

But not merely female, no, these mating fragrances belonged to shapeshifter women, most of them wolven. If his nostrils were to be trusted, a whole thriving colony of shapeshifters lived nearby. If his magickal senses were to be believed, there were also many breeds of supernaturals living among them.

Stunned to his fiery watery core, Xanuvvi snapped his eyes open, and stared in that direction. The Rainbows did not expect his immediate presence, and he could mentally commune with their priest -- offer an explanation.

The lure impossible to resist, he aimed his conjured bubble and soon rode a wind-stream toward the colony. Both good and evil, the hero and villain, the drama of the colony played out in the energies he witnessed before his mind's eye.

To his great joy, Xanuvvi also heard the rippling music of a pristine lake, rare on Earth. He could cleanse himself, make a decent appearance, introduce himself to one of his stature. With that end in mind, he sent forth a seeking fire, a frequency that would find the leader, one of the highest nature.

***

Seized with the yen to view the night sky, to howl and speak his secrets to the moon, Dante bounded up the spiral staircase that led from the top floor of his new supperclub, the Midnight Stardust, to the small hidden gazebo atop his subterranean club. He'd recently created the romantic setting for him and his beloved Kitty.

She had adored it, and they'd spent precious time together smooching in each other arms, and gazing at the starry midnight sky through the lacing of branches above them. Now, he needed alone moments -- time to let his fur down, or out.

The supperclub had steadily gained in patrons, and the dance lessons were especially popular. Satisfied that all was going smoothly with his customers and crew, Dante stepped outside, and drew in a lungfuls of the cold crisp air.

The next instant, he spun around, his neck hair bristling, sprouting. Dante growled, the warning from the pit of his belly.

The huge dragon standing about thirty feet away smiled benignly, and didn't move. "Shall we introduce ourselves? I am Dragon Leader, Xanuvvi, of the Blue Water species."

His voice boomed yet somehow the timbre matched the sound of the wind.

With his instincts giving quarter, and sensing no immediate danger, Dante eased his stance. "Dante, werewolf. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Perhaps, shapeshifting lessons are in order. Gaining a human form would be of benefit to my mission on Earth. Perhaps also, you can explain why there is such an abundance of delightful feminine fragrances here."

Dante grinned, his confidence returning. "Tell you what, Dragon Leader, if you can reduce your size I'll give you the grand tour."

"Splendid. That I can achieve. Xanuvvi will do as a form of address. May I call you Dante?"

"Yeah, sure thing." Dante watched as Xanuvvi slowly morphed to a far less imposing height. "Hey, how about this Year of the Dragon," he bantered. "Want to fill me in on all the details?"
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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous New Year of the Dragon ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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HOT NEW BDSM RELEASE - SUBMISSION BECOMES HER!

2012-01-27T00:00:00.000-08:00

I have a new release out with Ellora's Cave called SUBMISSION BECOMES HER and it's hot, hot, hot! It's also my first romance that focuses primarily on the BDSM aspects of a relationship. .

You're thinking, what the heck is she talking about, right? Because you know I always put a little sexy spanking and bongage in my books. At least whenever the h/h will go for it!

But this is the first book that's all about the hero dominating his very willing and submissive lover in the bedroom. Of course, there is still the overarching true-love romance, but in this case, I really tried to delve into exactly what the heroine is experiencing in her head during the BDSM scenes.

I wasn't sure how this approach would work for me - I usually write in a style that most would call "BDSM-Light." But I ended up having a really good time with this story, as I hope you will. Trust me - it's hot, it's sexy and it's romantic!

Happy Reading!

She wants to be dominated by a man and he's going to help her live out her every
fantasy!

Josie Roberts has a secret fantasy. She wants to be dominated, to feel owned by a man in the bedroom while being his complete equal outside of it. Finding that man has been difficult, however. But then she meets “Sir Dom” in an online BDSM chat room. After weeks of cyberspanking, Josie and her online Dom are both ready for the real thing, so they decide to finally meet in person.

When Josie arrives at the restaurant, she’s stunned to discover “Sir Dom” is none other than her ex-boyfriend Gavin Elliot. She can’t believe it. He might be gorgeous, but when it came to sex, he was about as vanilla as a man could get. Or so she’d always thought.

It turns out Gavin had kept his dream of dominating a woman in the bedroom a secret, too. And now, he’s going to live out every fantasy he’s ever had by tying her up and spanking her until she begs for more.

Excerpt:

Without a word, he snaked his hand in her hair and with a firm, but gentle tug, tilted her head back. The show of dominance made her go gooey inside and she gripped the front of his shirt for support as he claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss.

“Tonight, and for every night after, you’re going to be my submissive when we’re in this room, and I will be your master,” he rasped. “Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Tonight, and for every night after, I will be your submissive when we’re in this room,” she promised. “And you will be my master.”

The words were a vow, and as she said them, Josie knew they tied her to Gavin as completely as if they were married.

Taking her hand, he picked up one of the leather cuffs from the bed and slipped it over her wrist, tightening it so that it fit snuggly. Then he did the same with her other wrist. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he must be able to hear it, but he made no comment as he led her over to the foot of the bed. Turning her to face it, he put his hand on her back and bent her over the bed. She wondered if he was going to cuff her hands behind her back with the sturdy- looking hooks that were attached to the leather. The image sent a quiver through her.

But he instructed her to put her hands above her head. She started to ask why, but remembered the vow she’d made and caught herself. She rested her cheek on the coverlet and obediently placed her arms out in front of her on the bed. Gavin took her right wrist and slid her arm closer to the edge of the bed. A moment later, she heard a click as he attached something to the leather cuff. Or rather, attached the cuff to something on the bed. She automatically gave her wrist a tug, but it wouldn’t give. That was when she saw the strap hanging over the side of the bed. It was some kind of restraint system, she realized as Gavin secured her other wrist to the opposite side of the bed. She gave that one a tug, too, but it was just as tightly bound as the other.

“Spread your legs,” he said softly.

Josie was so busy thinking about the restraints on her wrist, she didn’t realize Gavin had come around the bed to stand in back of her. Afraid he would think she’d forgotten her place already, she quickly spread her legs. It was only after she did that she realized just how vulnerable she was in that position, and as Gavin fit the leather cuffs around her ankles, she had to fight the urge to close her legs.

She expected him to secure them to the bed the same way he’d done with her wrists, but instead, she felt him attach something to the inside of the cuff around her right ankle. When he did the same to the cuff on the left one, she realized it was some kind of bar designed to keep her legs spread. If she’d thought she felt vulnerable before, that was nothing compared to how helpless and exposed she felt now. It had her so wet, she was practically gushing.

She sensed Gavin straighten up behind her. She automatically tensed, waiting for him to reach for either the paddle or the leather strap—both of which were still on the bed and in view. But he only ran his hand over the curve of her ass. Then gave it a firm squeeze.

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Someone Like You with Wendi Zwaduk

2012-01-26T04:00:00.000-08:00

I love to write stories of second chances. Maybe it's because I believe that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after, even when things seem beyond repair.

My first release of this year is Someone Like You. If you think I listened to way too much Adele at the time, you'd be right. But there's more to SLY than just a song. Mindy is a character very near and dear to my heart. I can identify with her. She's got a boyfriend, but she knows she's not loved by him. He doesn't respect her. A lot of women can understand her sense of unhappiness. Moreover, she wants to be happy herself. Arran, though a little misguided, really has her best interest at heart.

Have you ever done something thinking this is what I really need to do, even when deep down you don't believe in it? Maybe you've taken a job because it's what someone else swore was what you should do. Maybe you started a relationship with someone when you knew it wasn't a good idea. If you have, you can understand how Mindy feels.

She's a giver. She wants to make others happy. If that means sacrificing her own happiness, then she'll do it. She fights for the lost cause even when it's beyond lost. For Mindy, Arran and his predicament are that lost cause she has to fight for.

Call it misguided. Call it weak. I've taken some serious flack for writing a character that's not a kick ass heroine. Not everyone is kick ass. Some people are meek. Some people are selfless. Mindy is one of those people. I hope that comes across in the story. She does what she does out of love for Arran. Is it wrong? Maybe. Is it misguided? Probably. But she's real and human. She doesn't have all the right answers and she's not looking to impress anyone.

Want to make your own judgment? Here's the info and blurb for Someone Like You:

She’s the one he wants, he just doesn’t know it yet.

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

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

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

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

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

Available at Total-E-Bound Publishing.

Because You Love Me

2012-01-24T09:00:00.000-08:00

Today marks the release of my latest book Because You Love Me. It's the second in my Because (hopefully) trilogy. I submitted the third, and final story, Because It's True, to my editor just this month. The stories revolve around the four James brothers as they find true love. Because of You and Because You Love Me both have romantic suspense elements, so if you like a little who-dun-it with your romancing, then come on over.

Safety in numbers? Depends on what you mean by safe…

Bridget Wilder’s life is shot to hell—literally—when she witnesses the murder of her best friend, Lyle. Protective custody? What a joke. Time after time, someone has leaked her whereabouts, forcing her to run from one safe house to the next.

Tired of cold, lonely beds and living in fear, Bridget convinces her guardian cop she’s safer off the grid, following Lyle’s trail of clues to a missing flash drive that could put the killer behind bars.

It doesn’t take twins Mark and Matt James long to figure out two things. Bridget’s not only in trouble, she is trouble—they both want her. When things get a little hot and heavy one night, though, they’re stunned to discover that they don’t mind sharing. And she loves being shared.

Between the James brothers’ hot, hard bodies, Bridget finally feels safe—and loved. When a hit man tracks her down, the last thing she wants is for them to place those bodies between her and danger. But those cowboys have other ideas. Like keeping her alive long enough to convince her she belongs with them. Forever.

Excerpt:

Walking into the hallway, she locked the door to her room and descended the wide staircase. Glancing in several of the B&B’s common rooms for Todd or Steven, the hotel proprietors, Bridget took a few minutes to study the beautifully restored old home. When they’d arrived yesterday afternoon, Rodney had hustled her to their room immediately, sequestering her there while he checked out the property and secured food for their dinner. It felt good to be free.

She was about to cross the foyer to check the other side of the house when the front door opened. Her new habit of hide first, ask questions later emerged and she panicked, trying to dodge back the way she’d come. In her haste to escape, her foot caught on the edge of the Oriental rug, and she took a hard tumble.

Four boot-covered feet appeared before her. She felt strong hands on either side reaching down to help her up.

“Sorry,” she said, keeping her head down. It was foolish to think anyone in this small, middle-of-nowhere town would know who she was, but Rodney had taught her well in the art of making herself as invisible as possible. She fought to suppress her trembling hands. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. God, why did she have to be frightened of her own shadow? She hated living like this, feeling this way.

“You okay, miss?”

All of Rodney’s tutoring went out the window as her nipples pebbled and a slight shiver of arousal wove its way through her body. She lifted her face to see the owner of that deep, sexy-as-hell voice. Identical faces etched with concern greeted her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound emerged. Standing before her were twin Greek gods, kings of the western frontier, complete with rugged, dimpled cheeks, blue eyes that—honest to God—twinkled, and shaggy, made-for-running-her-fingers-through dark brown hair only partially concealed by cowboy hats.

If she’d lived a hundred years ago, she would have felt compelled to fucking swoon. Instead, her twenty-first-century sensibilities took over and she simply muttered, “Holy double wow.”

Both men grinned widely at her ridiculous comment. “I take it that means you’re not hurt, darlin’.”

Her pussy clenched at his term of endearment. Could there be anything hotter than a gorgeous cowboy calling her darlin’ with that slight country twang? Briefly she imagined him—hell, who was she fooling, them—whispering it to her while they lay together naked in bed.

She cleared her throat and forced herself to stop staring—and drooling—like a love-struck teenage girl. “I’m fine. Clumsy and embarrassed, but otherwise unscathed.”

The hot cowboy on her left chuckled. “Unscathed, huh? Pretty talk. Where are you from?”

“New York,” she confided before her brain engaged to scream a warning. Jesus. Rodney should have locked her in the room. She was going to blow their cover in under thirty seconds, and all because of a couple good-looking men. Stupidity due to horniness was not something her cop friend would forgive easily.

“City girl,” the other cowboy said, though his tone indicated interest more than disdain.

She nodded, determined to keep her mouth shut before any more little tidbits—like the fact she was hiding out from a corrupt judge—fell from her desperate-to-taste-the-cowboys lips.

“I take it you’re one of the guests staying here?” her hot cowboy number one asked.

She paused, decided the question was harmless and nodded once more.

“So what brings a city girl to our neck of the woods?” This question was posed by hot cowboy number two.

She and Rodney had sketched out a rough explanation for their visit with the intention of refining it this morning. Now, it appeared she would have to fly by the seat of her pants. “I’m here with my half-brother.” Shit, five words in and she was already straying from the script. She and Rodney had agreed to pose as a couple, but for some reason, she didn’t want these two men to think she was in a relationship.

That thought led to a major internal eye-roll.

Right, Bridget, like you have so much time to try to hook up with a cowboy—or two.

“Vacation or business?”

“Vacation,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to try my hand at being a cowgirl.” Where the fuck had that come from? She’d never considered such a thing in her life until laying eyes on these two Wonders of the Western World.

“Well, now. If you need some help with that, Matt and I are pretty good teachers.”

Matt. Cowboy number one had a name.

“You teach a lot of cowgirls the ropes, do you?” she asked with a lilt in her voice. Christ, could her flirting be any more obvious? Why not post a sign on her forehead that said, Hasn’t been laid in a year.

Matt’s smile grew, his dimples deepening. A girl could fall into those bottomless caverns on his chiseled face and never be found again. She could think of worse places to get lost. “My brothers and I own the ranch next door. We train horses, give riding lessons. Stuff like that. We’d be more than happy to help you give that cowgirl lifestyle a whirl if you’re interested. We’ll even supply the rope if that’s what you fancy.”

Because You Love Me is available at Samhain, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.

Enchantments and Time Travel--Giveaway included

2012-01-23T01:43:00.000-08:00

Happy Monday morning! I hope everyone is off to a good start for the work week. Just think, only two more days until hump day, then the weekend is a short two more days away. Until then, maybe a romance will help get you through the week. I’ve just released Labyrinth, an erotic paranormal/time travel. Labyrinth might be a tad different than other time travels, as old-fashioned enchantment is what opens the doorway between our world and the past. Deceit, envy, lust, and murder, are the very things our heroine expects to encounter when she travels to Scotland to catch a murderer. Little does she know those things come wrapped in a package she never dreamed existed.

Yes, magic exists. Not the backwater voodoo witches practice where Mississippi Deputy Sheriff Margot Saulnier grew up. But the age-old black magic a woman weaves around a man that draws him under her spell. The kind Margot’s best friend used to kill her husband…and get away with it.

Margot chases her friend to Scotland, determined to prove her guilty of murder. No one will stop Margot. Not the SAS agent sent to watch her…and not the Scottish lord legend says murders his lovers when they cannot free him from the spell that has imprisoned him in Castle Morrison for three hundred years.

He’s just a legend.

And magick doesn't exist.

Excerpt--

A dream is just a dream...right?

Margot turned right and another hallway in the castle stretched out before her, this one in deeper shadow than the last. She glanced behind her. A single sconce created an eerie shadow dance across the stone walls and floor. She startled at sight of a heavy oak door on the corner of the bend in the hallway. The doorway hadn't been there when she’d walked past. Besides, how could a room be built on the corner of two hallways? Margot hesitated, then faced forward, took one step, another, and another until a door came into view on the left.

She stopped at the door, grasped the handle, and pressed down on the latch. The soft click of latch releasing from catch sent a prickle up her arms. In the last two hallways, door after door had been locked. Her fingers trembled on the handle. Well damn, what would the boys back home in Wilkinson County think of Deputy Sheriff Saulnier unnerved by an unlocked door?

Margot released the handle and pressed against the wood, easing the door open. To her right, low flames bobbed in a fireplace. A sword and dagger hung over the mantle. The blades pointed toward an antique bowl and pitcher sitting on a small table between an open door in the corner of the room and the floor-length curtains opposite her.

She leaned forward and peered around the door. An ornate four-poster bed stood against the left wall, gray draperies swaged between posts. The burgundy quilt that covered the bed was turned back as if in invitation to crawl between the snow-white sheets. An odd sense of familiarity nudged. Had she been here before?

Hairs on the back of her neck rose to attention. She swung her gaze to the right and sucked in a breath. A man stood in the corner doorway. Intense brown eyes stared back at her just as they had that afternoon when she’d seen him standing in the main entrance of Castle Morrison.

Butterflies tickled the inside of her stomach. Standing this close, she wanted to run her fingers through the tousled dark curls that brushed his shoulders. Low firelight softened the square jaw shadowed by stubble. The green and red checked sash that had draped his shoulders earlier now hung loosely about a kilt held in place by a thick leather belt and buckle. A crisp, white shirt stretched taught across his muscled chest. Margot released a silent breath. Memory hadn’t done him justice. He seemed taller, broader…more dangerous.

His eyes narrowed. “How did ye get here?”

Despite the soft burr that caressed her like a summer breeze heavy with damp heat, she couldn’t miss the recrimination in his voice. She didn't know how she’d gotten here, any more than she knew how he had appeared in the painting of the castle that hung over the fireplace in her room. When she'd arrived at Castle Morrison that afternoon he hadn't been in the picture. But she'd woken from her nap two hours later to see him standing in the main entrance, his expression of anticipation painted in exquisite detail. He’d been waiting for someone. A woman, she realized.

“Did your lady friend show up?”

Surprise flashed in his eyes, but vanished in thin-lipped disapproval. “You will return from whence ye came, if you have any sense about you—” his tone suggested she had no sense, “—and quickly.”

His gaze raked her body, and she glanced down at the gold colored, satin pajamas she’d worn to bed. Her nipples stood at attention. Tit for tat, she figured, and shifted her gaze past the kilt to his bare legs. Her pulse skittered. She’d heard that Scots didn’t wear underwear under kilts. No doubt about it, underwear or no underwear, that outfit would get him arrested in her hometown of Woodville, Mississippi. The entire population, a whopping one thousand, two hundred and fifteen, would show up, Bibles in one hand, rifles in the other, to ensure he dressed as every God fearing person was meant to dress.

“I felt certain you had more sense than the others,” he said, then added in a mutter, “Foolish girl.”

“What others? You know me?”

“If you believe he will let ye escape—”

Awareness zipped up her spine. She glanced sharply behind her through the open door.

“What is amiss?” he demanded.

The faint crash of waves caught her attention and she looked to the curtains at the far side of the room. Memory struck a cord. She had been here before—or in the castle, that is. This was Castle Morrison. She’d arrived that afternoon. Desire ripped through her.

Margot yanked her attention back onto the man. “You wouldn’t be dabbling in bayou magic, would you, sugar?”

She’d never put much stock in the black magic the women back home secretly practiced, but neither had she felt anything mess with her insides like that.

“Magick?” he repeated.

Unease brought the hairs on the back of her neck to attention. “You stay right there,” she ordered, and turned back to the hall.

Margot glanced right, then left, and spotted another door up ahead on the right. Well, damn, another door had magically appeared. An uncomfortable flush warmed her as she took a step toward it. Another wave of longing tightened her belly. Strong fingers closed around her arm and yanked her back into the room. The door slammed shut with a crash and he shoved her against the hard wood. Margot yanked her gaze onto the stranger’s face. He stared down at her, the dark irises swirling as if a tornado raged in their depths. She sucked in a breath. Bayou magic, if ever she’d seen it.

A prickle dug into her flesh like tiny needles, but she kept her gaze locked with his. “I don’t take kindly to be accosted.” She tried stepping past him.

He shoved her back against the door. “Do no' be a fool.”

“Not many folks call me a fool to my face.”

“If you answer his call, you will be a dead fool.”

She tensed, but said in her cool cop’s voice, “That sounds like a threat.”

“No threat. Fact.”

“I like threats even less than being accosted.”

His eyes darkened. “He shall not have another victim.”

He yanked her to him. His belt buckle dug into her stomach, but the pressure of his erection against her belly caught her attention. The need to impale herself on him halted the fist she had ready to punch his belly. Sweet Christ, it had been some time since she'd had a man, but had it been so long that the first hard cock to come along was enough to induce her to fuck a stranger?

He unbuttoned two buttons of her pajama top and pushed the sleeves down her arms. Cool air puckered her nipples even tighter. His gaze dropped to her breasts. It hadn’t been so long she'd forgotten the meaning of his sharp intake of breath. Desire pooled between her legs. Hell, it seemed that needing to be fucked was enough after all.

Wouldn’t the boys back home love that? Miss I’d-as-soon-shoot-your-ass-as-fuck-you was hot to trot. Being runner up for Miss Mississippi hadn’t helped when she became deputy sheriff. It seemed all of Wilkinson County’s male population thought beauty queen turned cop was a ready-made recipe for cock and pussy.

Firelight glinted off his eyes in the instant before his head dipped. Moist lips closed around a nipple. Margot arched into his mouth. He emitted a low growl. He slipped warm fingers beneath her top and around her waist to the small of her back, then pulled her against him. The soft fabric of his shirt tickled the tiny hairs on her skin.

Margot ground her taut belly against the steel of his abdomen. Her heated flesh cooled, then warmed again in sync with his warmer body. Teeth gently tugged at her nipple. She gasped. He sucked, flicked his tongue against the sensitive bud, and sucked again. She wrapped her hands around his ass. Muscle tightened as he sucked harder. Margot rolled her sensitive nub against his rod. He growled.

“That’s it, sugar,” she coaxed.

His hand covered the other breast as he released her nipple and kissed her mouth. He flicked his tongue against her lips. Margot opened and his tongue swept inside. Damn, he tasted like brandy. Just like the movies. What fantasy had she conjured him from? She slid her hands around his waist and flattened her palms on his chest. His heart raced like a thoroughbred. Margot shifted her hands upward and her shirt bunched. He grabbed her lapel and yanked the remaining buttons free of their holes. Two buttons pinged off the wall and bounced noiselessly to the carpet.

Margot glanced at the shirt, then lifted her gaze to his face. “You ruined my best pair of pajamas.”

The awareness that had grabbed her attention a moment ago sliced into her thoughts. She twisted in an effort to see the door she was still pressed against. “What the hell’s out there?”

He scooped her off the floor and pressed her tightly against his broad chest.

“Whoa!” Margot threw her arms around his neck.

He strode to the bed, tossed her onto the mattress and came down on top of her.

She lifted a brow. “Ready to step things up a notch?”

He stared for a long moment, then laid a palm on her stomach. Her flesh quivered as his warm fingers glided downward. He slipped his hand beneath her waistband. Margot yanked his kilt up, wrapped a leg around his naked hip, and arched into the fingers sliding through her curls. He grazed her clit with a fingertip and she pulsed against the long digit. The finger dipped between her folds and into her wet channel.

His head dropped to her neck. “Faigh muin,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Margot gave a low laugh. “I don’t know what you said, but I like the way you said it.”

Warm breath bathed her neck. He slid the finger in, then out, starting a rhythm. Feather light kisses moved along her neck to the hollow in her throat. Soft hair tickled the underside of her jaw. She startled when his thumb brushed her swollen sex. His in-and-out rhythm didn’t miss a beat.

What the hell was she doing? She’d never before waltzed into a stranger’s room and let him fuck her. Pressure mounted in her core. Familiarity edged to the surface. What was it—

Sweet Christ, I’m dreaming.

Pleasure shot through her. Well, damn, how long before she woke up? Margot shoved a hand under his kilt and grasped his steel-hard cock. His intake of breath hissed in her ear. Satisfaction shot through her when his rhythm faltered then started again with renewed vigor. She rubbed the mushroom shaped tip and a trickle of thick, sticky cum coated her fingertip. He groaned. Her nipples tightened and throbbed in sync with the ache building in her core. He gently flicked her pleasure point. She gasped.

He thrust into her hand. She tightened her grip around him, until the edge of her hand met pubic bone, then he lifted and slowly thrust again. His thumb slowed on her nub, teasing, keeping her release in sight, but just out of reach.

He rose up on one elbow, his eyes meeting hers as he pulled his finger from inside her and began rubbing her clit in quick strokes. She squeezed his cock, sliding her hand up its length, while pulsing her hips against his finger. Pleasure rose on a hard wave, building for a mind numbing orgasm. She released him and covered the hand massaging her. Margot jammed her eyes shut and bucked against him. Light burst behind her lids.

“Don’t stop.” She bucked harder. A ripping sound filled the space around her. The hand moved faster. Pleasure tore through her. A finger dipped inside her as another stroked again, then again, and one last time while the orgasm tightened her channel and locked her insides in a spasm. She arched into his hand and pleasure exploded between her legs.

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From ShapeShifter Seductions ~ Dontoya Takes a Mate

2012-01-22T11:56:00.000-08:00

Sunday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Since I didn't want to stop working on my latest WIP, a Talbot's Peak erotic romance, you all get the benefit... hopefully a benefit... of my most recent penning. That is, if you're in the mood for a short, X-rated Sexcerpt.

Brief note: Penetration has not yet occurred despite 'his rocking thrusts'. And, yes, below is a Jimmy Thomas image available at ~ romancenovelcovers.com ~
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Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

*Unedited* excerpt from Chapter Sixteen:

Gods, she was killing him with wanting to possess her, with wanting to fuck her beautifully. As he continued his rocking thrusts, her soft mound cushioned his shaft and her hot slick folds rubbed against him, increasing his savage desire to mate.

With restraint still his intention, Dontoya shoved down his inner cougar as the beast yowled and screamed to mate.

"Please," she burst out. "It's been so long...and..." she panted fast, "no man has ever felt this good...this big..."

After tugging on her nipple, Dontoya jerked his head up, and met her fevered pleading gaze. Keeping her head cradled between his palms, he eased his hips back, and aimed his dripping cock.

"God, please be gentle...when you first..." She widened her thighs as much as she could beneath him. "I..."

"It's okay, darlin'. A slow hand, and a slower thrust inside your beautiful, beautiful body."

Dontoya had never meant his words more when speaking to a woman. It relieved him that her tension vanished some as he pressed his smoldering cock's head against her vajita.

The wet hot satin of her little opening shot demand through his shaft, and he pushed, pumping inside her carefully. Ferocious need and a paradise like pleasure sparked through his loins as her small sheath squeezed his cock.

"Yes...yes...yes," she sang soft as a breeze. "Oh, yes." Her hands were frenzied as she swept them over his hips and ass.

With smooth deliberate strokes he lunged deeper and deeper. "Sherilyn. Mate," he growled like the cougar he was.
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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous New Year ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
~~~

From ShapeShifter Seductions ~ 2012 Predictions by Gypsy Red Wolf

2012-01-14T02:02:00.000-08:00

New Year greeting-yips and tail wags from your Gypsy Red Wolf.

Tonight the dog star, Sirius... really the wolf-soul star... rules the midnight grandeur of our Montana sky. As the new year began, our beloved Mother Moon, growing ever more pregnant with light, entered the sign of Venus-ruled Taurus from the sign of Mars-ruled Aries.

This means the fierce flames of inspiration meet the beauty and love inside each one of us. During this year of 2012, our creativity is born anew, and our hearts will be on fire with love. This bodes well for those who are mated and those who are seeking their right mates.

To enter this year's blaze-sparkly vibration of love from the Sacred Universe, a never-ending swirl around each and everyone of us, join me at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub. Along with my performance every Saturday night at the Interspecies Pleasure Club, I am now one of the ballroom dance instructors.

My precious loup-garous, my precious ones of every breed-type and beautiful stripe, I promise the elegant, the enthralling, the enchanting pleasures of gliding within your loved one's arms at Dante's new supperclub. It is all what we need during this evil-raging, staging-of-chaos times by those who have succumbed to their darkest natures -- those cunning rabid beasts who battle to destroy the Light shining inside those of us who walk with the Mother Wolf Goddess.

Yes, yes... my crystal ball summons... once again, my howling and yowling friends, and all those who have made Talbot's Peak their new home this year... so many of you, and I welcome everyone with the embrace of my heart... it is time to gaze into my trusted, from the time of the ancients, wolfen-ancestral crystal ball... now un-clouding as if a winter storm passes and blue skies appear.

Time once again to put pen to paper in the old-fashioned way. Digital bytes interfere with the higher vibrations of our star-sparkling universe... ah yes, the predictions are piling up like our recent heavy snowfalls, I see.

Only for you, dearest readers of the G&B Gazette, I will reveal the secrets of the coming new year -- the much maligned, yet media-celebrated year of 2012. Don't believe the movies by the way, my wise ones. Garbage and chewed bones in, garbage and bone fragments out, as they grunting-say. ~yip-yip giggles~

Ah, my shapeshifter and supernatural brethren, has not the past year flown by, fast as riding the great swift wings of a golden eagle? And that brings us to my first prediction. Ascension. A mystical, airy purple-nude-fairy word, yes, to be sure... however...

We will rise as eagles. Or we will plummet like arrows who have missed their target. This will be true for you as a lone wolf individual, or as a member of the community pack. Only caring for each other and hunting for the benefit of all will allow for a well-fed spirit and a well-fed belly.

For, we have arrived at the apex of many cycles in time. It will be as if winter, fall, summer and spring converge and all the forces of nature crash together becoming one magnificent and tumultuous season. One never to be forgotten. Our wolf songs will be howled to the bright full moon with deep emotion, and someday in remembrance.

Yes, as has been forecast by many, severe land changes are here. I see the gnashing fangs, the ripping claws of Mother Earth. She will be cruel at times. She will also be loving and benign to those of us who remain connected to her energies, to those of us who dance and run with our wild spirits upon her surface.

Ah, loud howls of warning, dear ones, I see rough, trying periods ahead for many of us. Now is the time to hunt, to forage whenever the weather offers a friendly paw. Now is the time to prepare and store like our squirrel neighbors. Do so, and every difficulty will be overcome.

Picture me suddenly leaning closer... my crystal ball is brilliant, bold in what is being revealed. Yes, yes, there it is! Despite the feisty snarling year of 2012, be of good hope. Our handsome alpha champions of Talbot's Peak charge forth to savagely protect us, once again.

I am watching their strong fangs flash, ferocious as slashing knives. They are triumphant against every enemy. Even though, yes, in truth there are too many of our foes to count.

Truth, another giant trend for this New Year of 2012, slays the most wicked on Mother Earth like a squadron of hungry and ruthless dragons. Watch for it.

As a final note, my furry, feathered, skin and scaled brethren, our Brother Sun is entering a fickle, not-for-the-faint-of-heart cycle. Beware, and dare to prepare the caves and shelters of your choice.

As always, I remain available as your personal psychic advisor.
~~~

Your Gypsy Red Wolf

~ Psychic to the Furry, Feathered, Amphibian and Scaled Shifter. Humans now included ~
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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous New Year ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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How to Recharge a Relationship

2012-01-13T03:00:00.000-08:00

By Em Petrova

As a romance writer, relationships are my trade. I bring characters together and tear them apart every single day of my life. And I realize the importance of taking time for your loved one. So I did a little research on how to recharge a relationship. Here are some great tips I found. Some I’ve tried, and others I plan to put into action.

Here are a few things you can do to kick-start that passion:

1. Give your lover a romantic massage.
2. Prepare a romantic meal—just the two of you. Pawn the kids off on Grandma and light a few candles. I recently did this and was very happy with the grin of appreciation I received! Not to mention the aftereffects…
3. When you wake up, roll over and tell that special person how much you love waking up to his face before you tell him to go brush his teeth *grin*.
4. Make a romantic picture frame with a special picture of the two of you together.
5. Take a trip to the amusement park together.
6. Write 101 reasons why you love him. I actually received this for my birthday from my husband, and some of the reasons were so cute and corny, they’ll live in my memory forever (of course I kept it too).
7. Clean your lover’s car for him/her.
8. Write “I love you” in lipstick on the mirror. I clean houses as a side job, and I actually walked into a person’s master bathroom and saw this on his mirror. It was very touching.
9. Buy a box of chocolate to share even when it’s not Valentine’s Day.
10. Take a walk together.
11. Mail him a card even if you live together.
12. Breathe on her hands to warm them when it’s cold outside.
13. Make a CD of your favorite songs.
14. Go on a picnic.
15. Send romantic text messages.

When you’re feeling the lack of a spark, try one of these tips and see if you find a bit of your romantic side! Hmmm…which one will I try next?

Do you have any tips to share? I’d love to hear one! Leave a comment!

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Who's up for some Party Games?

2012-01-12T06:00:00.000-08:00

Ever wondered what it would be like to put an adult spin on a favorite childhood game? I have. And that one thought led to the series I'm writing with fellow Aussie author Lexxie Couper.
Party Games is a fun flirty series about what happens when you throw caution to the wind and let the child in you free. Splash in a bit of alcohol, some super sexy men and women and you've got yourself one smokin' hawt good time.
Writing the series has been a blast. I must admit, Lexx and I get along brilliantly and even though we're at the end of our original four stories we're talking about more. The idea you can put a twist on a seemingly innocent party game not only intrigues but thrills me. But more than that, I've enjoyed the way each of our stories have intersected and how our characters have flowed seamlessly between books.
It's the first time I've co-written anything and while we each write our stories separately we're always on the phone checking details or asking advice on a scene. It had definitely made my friendship with Lexx stronger and I'm thankful because like any relationship you worry about differing opinions. Good thing it worked out because now you get to reap the rewards with some great stories.

The first book, Suck and Blow, is available now. http://store.samhainpublishing.com/suck-blow-p-6547.html

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The third and fourth books are due to be released later this year.

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Who Needs the Silence?

2012-01-10T23:44:00.000-08:00

Many timesover in interviews by various people, I’ve been asked about my writing process.Do I listen to music when writing or do I need the absolute silence.

And many timesover, readers/interviewers are surprised to learn that I write when there’s alot of hustle and bustle going on around here. With three very active kids, onebeing fifteen whose social life is always a debate, and a husband who loves tospend time together, it is not easy to find a quiet corner/room and write forhours on end. So, I figured, what thehell. If I can’t find that quiet place to write, I’d adjust and deal with it. Ibecame used to the noises around me, in the back of my mind that still siftedthrough from time to time though I’d try to zone out.

Thankfully,the kids have school and hubs works split shifts so I do get a few days a weekof no one being around and get even more work done. However, the TV or stereohas to be playing. I’ve become so used to the additional noise that I can’tseem to write without it now. Justdesserts? Probably, and it’s a pain sometimes, but true.

Writing isnot easy, it’s not a hobby for me and it’s a full time job. I’m glad I was ableto adjust and work around the family. I find I am still productive and likethat I can lose myself to the characters and story without shutting myself awayin another room. There are times when ido wish to hear music as well, to draw inspiration from a song/voice and reallybe taken away. Slow, R&B ballads are particularly sexy to write to. As arerebellious rock songs! *g*

Now allthat said, love scenes…

I willshut myself in the office or bedroom to write the love sccenes. I can’t have akid looking over my shoulder and reading anything that s/he shouldn’t and thelove scenes are intimate and best done alone. Nothing like trying to make alove scene set the pages of a book on fire as I hear kids talk about cartoons,the school day or what video game is the next must buy. *g*

So whoneeds the silence? Do you need to writein silence? Or can you write anywhere?

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SINFUL Excerpt © KaceyHammell,

Mikaylahung up her skirt on the clipped hanger, making a mental note to take it homeafter her meeting with Desmond Ritchie and his brother-in-law so that it couldbe dry-cleaned.

Anxious to get out front, her hands shook andher steps clumsy, as she hurriedly put her things away, she rechecked hermakeup one last time.

Standing straight, Mikayla looked herself overin the mirror. Normally after work she’d dress in an old, comfortable pair ofjeans, sweatshirt and running shoes, but tonight that wasn’t an option.

For her meeting she decided to keep her blackhalter-top on that she’d worn onstage, and instead of her normal worn jeans,she dressed in pleated black dress slacks that were comfortable, yetprofessional. She still wore her red heels with straps at the ankles. Thoughher slacks covered the straps, they were her favourite pair and she looked sexyas hell in them.

Nothinglike a pair of fuck me shoes to give a girl a boost.

Around her bare shoulders, she wore a sheersilk, red shawl that added colour to her outfit and she just couldn’t resist.Red was a power colour in her mind,and exuded confidence in the person wearing it. Plus it brought out her blueeyes.

At least that was her opinion and tonight sheneeded all the confidence she could get. If Desmond Ritchie was for real, thenhers and Matthew’s lives could change forever.

Taking a deep breath and resisting the urge togiggle in her excitement, something a woman of thirty just didn’t do, shegrabbed her small black purse from the dressing table, spun on her heel andheaded to the door.

Throwing open the door, she didn’t see anythingbut a large black blur coming at her and then she was falling. Her purse fellas she reached out to grab whatever she could to stay upright.

Landing on her back on the floor, the fluffygrey carpeting at her back cushioning the fall, Mikayla sucked in a breath.

Old Spice and an inebriating masculine scentfilled her nostrils and she opened her eyes. Looking into the deepest pair ofbrown eyes she’d ever seen, she was surprised to realize that a large man waslying on top of her.

A hell of a sexy guy to be exact. Wavy, chestnutbrown hair, deep brown eyes and lush, full lips were all she could see. Neverin her life had she seen such a god-like, beyond gorgeous Adonis this up closeand personal.

In many ways, he reminded her of the actor,Matthew McConaughey, but with darker hair.

Small differences didn’t matter, McConaughey washer favourite actor, the man of many of her fantasies as she pleasured herselfin her own room in the dark. Any man that could come close to MatthewMcConaughey in looks and what she believed he’d feel like in her arms, was okaywith her.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Gallan. The door opened soquickly, I didn’t have time to…”

Hearing his deep baritone voice, Mikayla’s bodyfelt things it hadn’t felt in years. Desire, pulsating need and wetness betweenher thighs all registered in her passion-filled thoughts as she stared into hisbrown eyes.

Licking her lips, swallowing to wet her parchedthroat, hoping to vocalize some outrage or say something at least, Mikaylawatched his eyes darken as he stared at her mouth.

Heat pooled even hotter in her belly and betweenher legs. She couldn’t remember where she was or whatever the hell she wasabout to say.

This man on top of her, her arms around him,Mikayla was certain that all was right with the world. The building around themcould have fallen down and she wouldn’t have cared. Within his arms, she feltshe was where she needed to be.

“Ms. Gallan? Are you all right?” McConaugheylook-alike asked, his eyes still watching her lips.

Wetting her lips again, she asked in astill-parched voice, “Who are you?”

“Sin. My name’s Sin.”

Oh my god.

Mikayla couldn’t have asked for a hotter fire tofan the flames but the temperature had just risen another one hundred degrees.Just his name, said in that deep voice, did things to her that should beillegal.

“Yes, sin you most certainly are.” Mikaylabarely had time to register that she’d spoken aloud when he groaned and loweredhis head.

Lips met hers in an explosive, wet kiss thatwould have knocked her on her ass had she not been lying down. Those lush and full lips captured hers andtheir tongues tangled.

He tasted of all man and a faint hint ofpeppermint. His hands held her head in place as if she’d move it at any secondand she felt the softness of his palms resting on her cheeks.

Lost in the arousing and powerful sensations oftheir kiss, Mikayla’s hands roamed his back, shaping his corded muscles, makingher shiver. Groaning into his mouth, she opened hers wider, taking more of histaste and his tongue into her mouth. She didn’t want to stop kissing him anytime soon.

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POLITICS,, who wants them?????

2012-01-10T18:50:00.000-08:00

I'll admit it. I hate politics. I mean, who really runs the country? Don't WE?
I Love writing my books. But more than that, I LOVE sharing them with my readers.
Especially when I get to tell them about my new releases.
So sit back and enjoy, it's time to turn the TV off, and read....

How could any girl turn Dagger down? Strong and sexy, just the way a man should be... Or, did I mean to say.. WOLF?

Here's and Erotic Excerpt For You to Chew On

“Don’t you dare touch me.” She pushed her back against the headboard and anxiously looked around the room. She was definitely trapped. A pillow sat at her side, so she grabbed it and used it as a shield. Nasty thoughts ran through her brain, and she hated him for it. What would it feel like to make love as a woman? Curiosity was killing her, but she still had to ask herself, what the hell was she thinking? “Back off!” she ordered and poked her finger into his hard chest.

“Not a chance.” He continued toward her.

“You don’t want me. You just think you do.”

“Actually, baby, you want me more than I want you. If that was possible!” He picked up a long strand of her black hair and twisted it around his middle finger. “And I’m not one to refuse what’s being offered.” He dropped her hair, wrapped his long fingers around her waist, and pulled her away from the headboard.

“You’re kidding yourself if you think I want you, Dagger. I despise your kind, can’t you see that?” She tried to roll away. It was a weak effort that left her breathless. Everything about him made her breathless. “Can’t you tell by looking at me that I don’t want this? Or you.” She frowned when he smiled. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing. But you have to admit that your body is telling me a different story.” He ran his hand up her thigh until it met tight black curls. He slipped his middle finger past the swollen folds of her pussy and strummed the tight bud above the opening. “You’re wet, you’re trembling, and your pupils are dilated. That means only one thing to a Werewolf like me.”

She gasped when his finger disappeared and her pussy convulsed around it. She tried to clench her knees together, but he was a master at this game. To prove it, he dipped another finger inside. Slowly, he slid them in and out, coaxing her knees to open for him. When one finger pulled out and strummed her clit, a squeal escaped her lips.

“You can’t do this to me, Dagger. We can’t do this…” Wide-eyed, Belinda slapped her hand over her mouth. The dragon screamed at her to run, and at the same time, it begged her to let him fuck her any way he wanted. She was filled with doubt, but he was so adept. “Why not?” He teased her thighs with his tongue. He was only inches from tasting her pussy. His mouth watered at the thought of it. Wolves of Hades, he wanted to plunge his tongue deep inside, but he hesitated. Was she ready?

Silently, he called for his human instincts to take over. “Two hundred years is a long time to go without making love in human form. Aren’t you the least bit curious?” he asked.

“Humans don’t make love, Dagger. They fuck like rabbits. That’s why there’s so many of them. Why would I want to do something like that? It’s nasty and, and, perverse…”

She bit back a moan when he teased her clit again. “But if you must know, yes, I’m curious.”

“For the record, baby, humans do make love. Remember? You used to beg me for it.” He smiled against her thigh and watched her face carefully as he quickened the pace of his thumb. He slid it quickly over her erect clit, and then teased it again between his thumb and forefinger. When her hips finally betrayed her and little spasms rocked them upward, he slipped his middle finger into her opening. Her lower back arched instantly, and he fucked her harder. The telltale sign of orgasm shone in her eyes, but he would not allow her to go there, not yet.

“Not yet, baby, this is something we both get to enjoy.” He held his hand still then but kept his fingers locked inside of her. She spasmed, but she did not come. Thank God, because he might have spilled his seed on the bed if she did. “It’ll be fantastic, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Dagger. What if something—”

“Nothing is going to happen,” he interrupted her as he ran the palm of his other hand up her belly. Her breast was perfect size. It fit his fist exactly the way a woman’s breast should. “Nothing feels this good. Let’s enjoy what we are doing. You have given and have never taken. Do it now, with me. Let’s learn together. You’ll see that I am right. Making love as humans is better. Especially when it’s us.”

The sounds of her moans excited him. He had one hand buried between her legs and the other one around her breast, pinching her nipple. He knew that in her world, women were supposed to seduce their men, allow them anything they desired, and bear a multitude of offspring. It was a barbaric way of life that he would make sure she did not continue. While trying to ensure their survival, the ancient shifters had condemned the entire female population to a lifetime of sex and slavery.

“Female shifters are not allowed to feel pleasure, Dagger. We’re supposed to give it.”

“What a shame! But I think that’s an old rule, Belinda. I’ve met a lot of shifters and have mated with many of the females in their Were form. I’d swear that every one of them enjoyed it as much as I did. ”

“I’m not the normal shifter. The dragon has rules that even I cannot refuse. It’s stronger than I am, and it has things it wants and needs.”

“You and your dragon have a lot to learn.” He removed his hand from her breast and pulled her clenched fist from the sheet. He guided it underneath his sweats to his waiting cock, kissing the side of her neck as he did it. “Are you willing to give up on pleasure because of outdated rules? Feel me, and feel the power you have over me.” He put the tips of her fingers over the swollen head, and it pumped upward, forcing its length into her hand. “You see, baby, all the power you need is right here.”

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Another New Release By "Diane Story

2012-01-10T13:00:00.000-08:00

It's 2012

Possibly the last year of our live's

IF,,, the prophecies are true.... where will you be...

On 12-21-12?

In This Universe, There Has Always Been One Thing

We Can Count On...LOVE

Come Along For The Ride With Ellery and Jillian, As They Battle The Forces Of Nature And The Predictions Of The Mayans...

A calendar built by the Mayans sets a prophecy in motion, and for humans to move forward the third and fourth dimensions must merge on December 21, 2012.

Jillian is a fourth-dimensional woman who lives in a world where life and love coexist in metaphysical harmony. When her father begs her to marry a man she does not love, she reluctantly agrees.

Ellery is a third-dimensional man who has the gift of metaphysical healing. However, Ellery’s spirit is torn. His physical being still lives in the third dimension, but his evil counterpart is in the fourth.

As their worlds begin to crumble, Ellery and Jillian realize that fate has brought them together. Putting aside their own beliefs, they must decide if they will allow their worlds to end. Or can love guide them to a harmonious resolution?

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Dagger's Lust (MF) | BookStrand

2012-01-10T11:42:00.000-08:00

Dagger's Lust (MF) | BookStrand

Who Really wants to watch politics when books are waiting....

2012-01-10T08:00:00.000-08:00

How could any girl turn Dagger down? Strong and sexy, just the way a man should be... Or, did I mean to say.. WOLF?

Here's and Erotic Excerpt For You to Chew On

“Not a chance.” He continued toward her.

“You don’t want me. You just think you do.”

Silently, he called for his human instincts to take over. “Two hundred years is a long time to go without making love in human form. Aren’t you the least bit curious?” he asked.

“Humans don’t make love, Dagger. They fuck like rabbits. That’s why there’s so many of them. Why would I want to do something like that? It’s nasty and, and, perverse…”

She bit back a moan when he teased her clit again. “But if you must know, yes, I’m curious.”

“I don’t know, Dagger. What if something—”

“Female shifters are not allowed to feel pleasure, Dagger. We’re supposed to give it.”

“I’m not the normal shifter. The dragon has rules that even I cannot refuse. It’s stronger than I am, and it has things it wants and needs.”

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Free read prequel and great deal on new release

2012-01-09T09:00:00.000-08:00

Hello! I am D.X. Luc and anyone who knows me, knows I love to push the limits of what's normal. My first book, I took a favorite fairy tale and turned it into a sexy ride. Then, out of my love for the zombie apocalypse craze, I thought of how great it would be to turn my passion for this darkness into a romance. I mean, can't zombie hunters have love too? Everyone knows that these sort of disasters happen during the scary Halloween season, which is why I looked outside the box and chose the holidays for mine and add a bit of zombie mania, I got A Zombie Hunter's Holiday! It's for sale at New Concepts Publishing for a great price. Nice and short, but oh so fun to read!

Purchase link

Blurb: With the approaching holidays, people get a present of dangerous proportions. The zombies are loose and creating a pandemic.

Through the chaos of it all, neither Raina nor Carl could have guessed it would take an apocalypse to finally bring them together.

Excerpt:

“What are you doing here? I tried calling and just figured you were giving me the 'fuck you, Raina' treatment.”

“I need you, Raina.”

“Um, yeah. Come in and I'll get us something to drink.”

“No, no drink. I need you.”

He stroked her cheek, the rough pad of his finger sending chills through her body and at that moment she knew. Her eyes widened with knowledge of what he meant and she stepped back as he came inside, filling her senses with his presence. He was no longer Carl, her nerdy, gamer friend, he was a man and he was going to prove it to her. Swallowing to wet her throat, she took in his attire, which consisted of his typical camos, yet he looked even bigger than life in them and equally as devastating. Then again, it could have been the hormones talking. Either way, she decided she needed him this night too. He continued stalking toward her until she bumped into her desk that sat against the wall. She was trapped. And she hated to admit it, but she was excited to become his defenseless prisoner. They had never kissed, not until that moment and when his lips crashed down upon hers, she automatically melted into him. Weak? Maybe. Aroused? Hell yeah! They were firm, domineering, and seemed to make love to her before his hands and body got into the mix. Where had Carl learned to kiss like that?

With a self assuredness, she didn't know he possessed, he easily discarded her tank and pulled down her pants, while she clumsily fumbled with his zipper, just wanting to feel him. She knew her sudden spike in desire would come back to bite her, but decided she'd dwell on it later. Besides, if she was going to marry Brian, she might as well finally find out how Carl was in bed. It had been a fantasy of hers for some time. He removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled body to her view and kicking off pants the rest of the way, she sat up on the table and wrapped herself around him his narrow waist. They were both too far gone, and in one thrust, he slid home. Oh it felt good. He filled her more than any other man she had been with and he moved like a wild animal, lost just as she was. He pounded into her and she held onto him for dear life. It was a ride that she'd never forget. The table banged against the wall with the force he exerted while she screamed out, certain her neighbors heard. Raina didn't care, she couldn't. All she knew was that she was close to coming and it was because of Carl. No other partner had been able to and when it finally happened, her head fell back, nails dug deep into his shoulders and she cried out, riding the waves of pleasure as a boat would the thrashing sea.

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ShapeShifter Seductions Calendar ~ January 2012

2012-01-08T13:22:00.000-08:00

Meet Jamie and Lamar, Two of Talbot's Peak Calendar Boys

Created by Rebecca Gillan for SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS. Here's the web address to download your copy for "January 2012" ~ rebeccalgillan.com/SSS-January2012.pdf ~
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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous New Year ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Savanna Kougar is the best-selling author of twelve ebooks, with six 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.

Naughty Passions: To Seduce a Soul Mate

2012-01-07T00:26:00.000-08:00

Naughty Passions: To Seduce a Soul Mate

2012-01-06T00:00:00.000-08:00

I love writing holiday romances, especially Christmas-themed ones, but when my hubby (who is also my writing partner!) suggested we write a story about one of Santa's Elves, I was like, "You're kidding, right?" Silly of me, actually. I mean, we pulled off a zombie romance in DEAD SEXY, which turned out to be an EPIC Award Finalist, by the way. Hubby still had to do some convincing, but he did it, and as we outlined the story, I completely fell in love with the heroine Sosie, a guileless elf who doesn't fit in up at the North Pole and ends up stranded in NYC on Christmas Eve where she meets and falls head over heels for a hunky cop. I think you'll fall in love with her, too!Happy Reading!

Being one of Santa’s elves isn’t all sugar plums and candy canes.

At least not for Sosie. Taller than the other elves, she’s always had a problem fitting in at the North Pole, so when the transport sled she’s on breaks down in New York City on Christmas Eve, she can’t resist slipping away to explore the world of the “big people.” While she’s having fun, the transport sled takes off, leaving the naïve elf stranded.

Fortunately, handsome police detective Derek Clayton comes to her rescue, offering to let her stay at his apartment. Having heard horror stories about the big people, Sosie is both surprised and relieved to meet such a kind, sweet man. Not to mention one so gorgeous and well-built.

Even though Sosie expects the North Pole to send out a search party any day, she finds herself falling for Derek. She desperately wants to tell him she’s an elf, but knows he’ll never believe her.

When the lies and omissions start to pile up, Derek can draw only one conclusion—Sosie is working for the mob boss he’s been after for years.Just when things seem like they can’t get any worse, the chief of elfin security shows up to drag Sosie back to the North Pole.

How is a runaway elf supposed to overcome a determined security elf, dangerous mobsters and a suspicious boyfriend all while keeping her pointed ears a secret?

Excerpt:

By the time the party wound down a few hours later, Sosie was more aroused from her fantasies than she’d ever been in her life. She was an elf in lust and nothing was going stop her from getting Derek into bed with her tonight. She didn’t care how much of a gentleman he was, there was no way he was sleeping on the couch again. In fact, if she had her way, he wasn’t going to be sleeping at all.

After they got back up to his apartment, however, her confidence faltered. But then she thought of the frustrated night she would assuredly have ahead of her if she didn’t proposition Derek, and how much she would regret it when she left.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. “I had a great time at the party. It was very nice of you to invite me.”

He grinned. “I’m glad you came. I had a good time, too.”

Sosie nibbled on her lower lip. Okay, it was now or not at all. Time to be a bold elf. She looked up at him. “You know, I feel awful about putting you out of your bed again. I was thinking maybe you might want to sleep with me tonight.”

He studied her in silence, his dark eyes unreadable. Sosie held her breath as she waited for him to say something. What if Tracee and Linda had been wrong? What if Derek wasn’t as “into her” as they’d thought?

“If I share the bed with you, Sosie,” he said softly, “sleeping is the last thing either of us will be doing.”

She gave him what she hoped was a flirtatious look. “Good. Then the mistletoe won’t go to waste.”

His mouth curved into a grin at the tiny sprig of greenery dangling from her fingers. “Mistletoe, huh?”

“I thought I could put it wherever I want you to kiss me.”

He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t need mistletoe for that. I’ve spent the past two hours fantasizing about kissing every inch of you.”

Her pulse skipped a beat. “You have?”

“Uh-huh.”

Cupping her face in his hand, he bent his head to cover her mouth with his. This time, there was no hesitancy in the kiss. This time, his mouth moved over hers with an urgency that left her breathless, and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep from melting as his tongue plunged into her mouth to take possession of hers. It was as if he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The desire was mutual. She couldn’t get enough of him, either.

With a groan, Derek swung her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom. She’d never had a guy do something so romantic before—mainly because she was always taller than the elf guys she’d slept with—but she decided it was very hot.

Once beside the bed, Derek set her on the floor, letting her slide slowly and deliciously down his body. Arms still looped around his neck, she pulled him down for another kiss. This time, she was the aggressor, her tongue seeking his and exploring every inch of his tasty mouth.

Derek groaned and ran his hands down her back to firmly cup her ass through the tight jeans she wore. She murmured her appreciation against his mouth as he pulled her more tightly against him. His erection strained against his jeans, pressing into her tummy. Mmm. Well, that answered the question as to whether he was well built everywhere. It felt as if he had a huge candy cane hidden in there.

Suddenly impatient to see how well built, Sosie ran her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and urgently pushed it up. Derek must have thought she needed some help because he reached back and pulled it over his head to toss it on the floor.She’d thought getting a glimpse of him without a shirt last night had been a treat, but seeing all that sculpted muscle up close was even better. Figgy, he was gorgeous.

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"Sosie is an elf that has never really fit in at the North Pole, so she decides to try the South Pole. But, when the sled she is on has trouble, she is enchanted by the city lights, the BP world (Big People) and wanders away. Needless to say, the sled takes off without her and she is stranded in the city. Sosie is a charming character. She knows only what has been shown on the local North Pole news about the big world and so while a little bit knowledgeable, her innocence and naivety are absolutely charming and funny.

Derek is a detective with the NYPD and when he finds Sosie, he can’t just let her venture about on her own. Taking her home may have been the best decision he’s ever made or it may turn out to be the worst when things start to fall apart. Derek is definitely an alpha male, but a gentleman with a heart of gold who likes to help women in trouble.

I have to admit that I read Santa’s Wayward Elf in one sitting - I couldn’t walk away from Sosie. This is one of the most unique, sweet and yet still sensual holiday stories I have read in a long time. There wasn’t a slow point to be found in Santa’s Wayward Elf as Paige Tyler weaves for us remarkable characters within a fairytale life that really embraces the Christmas spirit and spreads it to everyone that touches the pages!"

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http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=4&products_id=622&zenid=bfe7e3fcc71ed5a58a86c82d95c01468

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http://www.amazon.com/Santas-Wayward-Elf-ebook/dp/B006965PP4/ref=sr_1_9?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323187177&sr=1-9

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

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http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

Let's Start the New Year SEX-Y! (And with a FREE read!)

2012-01-05T00:00:00.000-08:00

I hope everyone had a happy, healthy and safe 2011 and Holiday Season. I'll admit, I'm holiday-ed out! Yes, I'm one of those types who always goes over the top celebrating Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's, so that by the first of the year, I'm totally ready for "business as usual!" I do, however, love the prospect of making a new year better than the last, and I focus my goals on that.

One thing I'm really looking forward to is getting back to writing. While I was thrilled to have my Christmas story, NAUGHTY ST. NICK on Amazon's Bestseller's List for the majority of the Holiday Season, I didn't get much else done by way of writing, with the exception of my latest release, SEDUCE ME.

There are some stories that seem to write themselves, and this is one of those stories. It's the third book in the Body Scenes series (not necessary to read them in order!) and it features a British vampire hero who is just as dreamy as can be! There's also an ultra-steamy menage and a powerful love story in this book. The heroine has a repressed heritage that she learns to embrace, and that makes for some sexy scenes!

I won't spoil the story, but I will leave you with two things:

1) A buy-1-get-1 free offer! If you purchase SEDUCE ME by Jan. 15, simply email me proof of purchase (your order receipt showing paid in full) and I'll send you a free book! A CHILL AT TWILIGHT received 4.5 and 5 Star reviews, and I'd love to share it with you! Email me at calista(at)calistafox(dot)com. Remember--by Jan. 15!!

2) A quick-n-easy recipe inspired by my SEDUCE ME heroine, Shana White. While I don't refer to this dish in the book, I did whip up a lot of spicy, coastal food when I was writing the story. I hope you enjoy my Tequila-Lime Shrimp Tacos--best served with a Mexican beer or margarita!

Tequila-Lime Shrimp Tacos for Two

1/2 pound raw shrimp (medium or large for flavor)
3 large limes
2 tablespoons tequila (more or less, depending on your taste--I prefer more!)
1/2 tablespoon garlic powder or minced gloves, to taste
Olive oil
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
Corn tortillas

Squeeze limes and set juice aside. Shell, devein and rinse the shrimp. If you have medium ones, cut them in half; if you have large shrimp, cut each one in thirds (basically, you're looking for bite-size pieces here). Sprinkle a tablespoon of lime juice over them (I let them marinate in a bowl for a few minutes). Heat olive oil in pan and add garlic to saute. Add half of the remaining lime juice. Add shrimp. Cook for about 5 minutes (until they turn bright pink/red, stirring occasionally). Half way through the cooking time, add the tequila (I recommend taking the pan off the burner when you do this, particularly if cooking with gas--be careful of the flames). Add remainder of lime juice and fresh parsley at this halfway point, and then continue cooking.

Once the shrimp is fully cooked, serve piping hot with warm tortillas. To save on calories and fat, I don't add cheese, salsa, guacamole, etc. These tacos really don't need any embellishments. The most I ever add is a few shakes of Cholulla sauce for a little extra spice.

Enjoy!

About SEDUCE ME by Calista Fox

SEDUCE ME
Book 3 in the Body Scenes series
On Sale Now at Ellora’s Cave! http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9785-seduce-me.aspx

Drake is the mysterious, sexy British owner of the exclusive Manhattan nightclub and naughty art gallery, Body Scenes. He’s also a vampire. One who has a mad crush on—or rather, a burning need for—a human. Shana, the object of his blazing desire, is a sultry, curvaceous woman who oozes animal magnetism, though she doesn’t know it.
For Shana, who spent her youth feeling inferior to the petite and dainty women she toured with when headlining an international orchestra, body image issues are the order of the day. Every day. But then she meets the wildly charismatic and devilishly handsome Drake, along with his desirable assistant, Jane, and finds herself the star of a highly erotic three-way.
But can she overcome her insecurities and accept that Drake’s lust for her is of the eternal variety? And can a vampire really have a happily-ever-after ending with a human?

Reader Advisory: Our hero and heroine enjoy a ménage with a bit of female/female exploration. They also get a brief, scintillating glimpse of some male/male/male fun.

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9785-seduce-me.aspx

Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing

Our Cover Price: $5.20

About Calista Fox
www.calistafox.com

Best,

Calista Fox
www.calistafox.com

Happy New Year! Win $100 In Your Choice Of Books!

2012-01-03T22:19:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year, everyone!

I kinda like things...ahem...long, myself...so I'm hosting an extended New Year's celebration at my place -- and YOU'RE invited!

Join over a dozen Total-E-Bound authors on my blog to ring in the New Year! THIS party began January 2nd and lasts FIVE WEEKS! Be entertained with tidbits, excerpts and more. Leave a comment EACH DAY for a chance to win a spending spree in books worth $100.00 from Total-E-Bound ! There's something for everyone with themed days:

"Monday's Multiples"
"Twosome Tuesdays"
"Happy Hump(ing) Day"
"Thirsty Thursdays"
"Frightful Fridays"
"Feelin' Gay 'Cause It's Saturday"
"Sunday Snogs" and "Six Sentence Sundays"

We know our heroes can keep it up for five weeks ;) Can YOU? No designated driver necessary for this party!

NOTE: one lucky winner from the pool of participants who leaves a comment for EACH post on my blog from January 2, 2012 through February 3, 2012 will be chosen at random and announced on February 4, 2012. Plus: several of my guests are offering surprise daily give-a-ways!

Looking forward to all of my guest bloggers and seeing YOU there too!

No worries of you missed the past day or two -- just stop on by today and get caught up with the fun!

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Making Love From Payne... because, sometimes...Love Hurts

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Resolutions

2012-01-03T03:45:00.000-08:00

Welcome to 2012!

Eggnog has been drunk, food eaten, gifts opened and family and friends have all gone home. The holidays are officially over.

It’s customary on January 1st for many people to make New Year’s resolutions. By definition, a resolution is a formal expression of opinion, will, or intent. In other words, we say we are going to do something but most of us fall short of our goals and instead end up feeling bad about ourselves.

Not good.

I was on Facebook not long ago and one of my friends (I wish I could remember who it was) said that she no longer made resolutions, but instead chose a word for the year. I decided that sounded infinitely more sensible and much more doable. I had to think for quite some time about the focus I wanted for this year. So what word did I pick?

Change.

I have a hard time with change, but considering the many upheavals I’ve had in my life, I think the universe is trying to teach me that change is nothing more than a part of life. I have to learn to trust myself to be okay with change—after all, I’m still here, relatively healthy and happy, and that has to count for something.

So, as the New Year unfolds, I vow to be open to new experiences, to go with the flow more, to not be so stuck in my ways. In other words, to not fear change quite so much. Oh, I don’t expect to take up world travel or skydiving anytime soon. I’m just not that kind of person. And, to be honest, it doesn’t interest me. It’s the daily challenges I am hoping to be more open to, the ones that really matter to my everyday life. We’ll see how it goes, but I’m hopeful.

Balance is another good word.

My life has gotten totally out of balance over the past few years. I have the best job in the world, but my time seems to be spent on writing, work pertaining to my writing, or reading. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’ve put on a few pounds and all my other hobbies have dropped away. This year, I want to work on my health, which includes taking time to exercise, and to pick up an old hobby again or find a new one.

None of these goals will change the world, but they will change my world. And, in the end, I suppose if I change the world around me will too.

What do you want out of the coming year?

Oh, and last year I did do something entirely different for me—I wrote a historical Quickie for Ellora’s Cave entitled Lady's Minstrel. So, if you’re looking to start your new year with a romantic, erotic tale, be sure to check out Lady's Minstrel.

N.J. has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, 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.

Visit me at:
Website: http://www.njwalters.com
Blog: http://www.njwalters.blogspot.com/
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Happy Holidays...And a Free Read!

2011-12-23T00:00:00.000-08:00

I feel so lucky to be able to blog here today at TRS, right before Christmas! I absolutely love this time of year, and it’s not about the presents (though they’re nice) or the snow (I live in the Arizona desert) or even the Christmas music (which I start listening to in mid-November every year). No, what I love most about the holidays is family. I enjoy cooking and entertaining, having everyone gather about and wax poetic about the past and share aspirations for the future. I’m blessed to be surrounded by loved ones, and I hope you are as well—be them family or friends...even furry little four-legged creatures. :-)

I’d like to share with you a very special story I wrote several years ago. It’s about finding your way back from a dark place and opening yourself to love again, when all hope seems lost. PROMISE OF FOREVER is the story of a man and woman suffering from a horrific loss that drove them apart. But during the holiday season in London, they have the chance to reclaim a great love...if only they’ll open themselves to Christmas magic and a passion that has never died.

Email me at calista(at)calistafox(dot)com for your free electronic copy of PROMISE OF FOREVER. And may your holiday season be merry and bright—and your New Year healthy and happy!

Best,

Calista
www.calistafox.com

PROMISE OF FOREVER - CALISTA FOX

Recovering from a personal tragedy, Celia Chandler is ready to get her life back. But the deeply passionate romance she once shared with sexy UK bookstore owner Ben Huntington has long since simmered. Christmas miracles are never to be underestimated, though, and when Celia dares to walk past Ben’s store window on a blustery Christmas Eve, their encounter proves that sparks still fly between them.

But are Celia and Ben’s everlasting love and desire for each other enough to help them overcome a loss that destroyed both their worlds?

http://www.eredsage.com/store/Promise_of_Forever_Calista_Fox.html

Building a Universe

2011-12-22T00:00:00.000-08:00

By Em Petrova

As readers, many of us have been sucked into an entire world and never wanted to surface. From Jane Austen to Harry Potter, the rich language and description leave us feeling like we’ve met new friends and now exist in that time or place long after we’ve read “the end” and closed the book.

Writers have an enormous challenge when it comes to satisfying readers. Creating a world isn’t an easy task, but it’s less overwhelming if you layer. What does that mean? I’ll break it down.

Think of your world in long, flat slices. There’s a solid mass at the bottom that is the descriptive part of the world. How the sky looks, what the flowers smell like, character descriptions and if the water flows up or down.

Next there’s a meaty layer that revolves around characters. Description of your characters and their personality traits must go here, but that’s not all. In building a world, you must expound on this concept. How do the characters interact with their world? Whether it’s werewolves and a pack or Bella Swan discovering there are hidden creatures that walk the earth, it’s a crucial part you can’t ignore.

Then some extra layers must go into the mix—things like religion, morals, healthcare, diet, traditions, prejudices. These are the flavors that stick with readers. They might not recall your hero’s name, but they’ll remember he likes smashed snails on toast before guzzling his beluga juice aboard the Quantum Sector-Seven Submarine. So liberally sprinkle such details and see if your universe doesn’t come alive!

The topping is the plot that will weight all these layers down and make them cohesive. Don’t skimp on the plot. Make sure your universe is packed with goals, motivation and conflict. After all, a world is empty without real purpose.

I’ll leave you with a snippet from my latest release Encompassed- Book Four of the Immortal Series. Thanks for reading and stay steamy!

Blurb: After hundreds of immortal years together, ship captain Dante and Mayan Princess Maria’s union has grown a bit stale. Bonded through a phenomenon known as the Calling, they share a loving and deep relationship. But as they watch their newly bonded immortal friends enjoy the spark that centuries have taken away from them, they seek to find it once more.

When immortal Gracie joins their midst, it’s impossible for Dante not to notice her fresh glow. Maria begins to struggle with deeper feelings for her friend, even as her body stirs with want. And Gracie’s pent-up passions are centered upon the two people who are closest to her—Dante and Maria.

Journeying to Central America where Dante and Maria’s love story began, the race is on to find true happiness before Gracie is torn from them by the Calling and bound to someone else. Will the compass of Gracie’s heart points her in the right direction?

Excerpt:

The golden threads of dawn spread across the sky, weaving through the violet shadows and sparking on the distant horizon. As the first beams filtered through the glass cupola and shone upon Maria, she stirred. For half an hour, she’d been lying awake in anticipation of this event. To an ancient Mayan, worship of the sun was an important daily ritual. To royalty, it meant the difference between death and prosperity.

Although after five hundred years on earth, she no longer believed in such superstitions. Going through the motions gave her comfort. It also linked her to the strange world in which she lived as an immortal.

She slipped her legs over the side of the plush king-sized bed where her immortal mate Dante still lay sleeping, careful not to disturb him. After spending most of his life as a ship’s captain, he was a light sleeper, accustomed to bunking in swinging hammocks and prepared to leap up at the first sign of danger.

As she padded across the carpet to the metal staircase leading up to the cupola, he gave a soft moan.

Sleep, darling. Her words transmitted telepathically through their mind link, which was born from their bond.

In the dimness, she saw the crease between his dark brows ease, and a smile stretched her lips. For a long minute, she stared at him. Even in repose he was dashing—an olive-skinned Spaniard who had sailed into her life and swept her away. Her heart had belonged to him from the very first sighting, although it had taken more than seventy years for the phenomenon known as The Calling to link them as mates.

The warm glow of the sun trickled through the glass walls and fell over her. From years of habit, she looked down automatically at the immortal tattoos gracing her biceps. The inky blue lines that marked her as an immortal seemed to come to life in the sun. The jaguar images leapt and undulated. But it was just a trick of the eye, she knew. In the old days, she had once believed it to be a sign of something unexpected to come.

Quietly, she ascended the staircase. Each step drew her closer to the cupola, which was a glass-walled structure planted on the peak of the roof. When Dante had ordered this special sanctuary for her built, tears of joy had tumbled down her cheeks. Though he wasn’t Mayan and didn’t worship the way she did, he understood her customs and appreciated her need to hold onto her roots.

She reached the top and stood in a pool of light. The four glass walls revealed views of each direction on the compass—north, south, east and west. A ribbon of light sat on the horizon, brighter in the east. With a small shiver of delight, she went to kneel on a red woven rug in the center of the space and tilted her head up to the sky.

The glass ceiling gave her an unobstructed view of the sky, where one tiny star still winked down at her. A sliver of moon dangled overhead, and she couldn’t help but smile at its sight. Years ago, under such a moon, Dante had found her after her soul had Called to his. He’d stepped out of the thick jungle and swept her into his arms. She’d walked away with him, abandoning her origins, and never looked back.

But at times like these, she missed her homeland greatly. All of her people might be gone, but the ruins were there still, and she could visit them if she was so inclined. On a day like today—the start of the summer solstice—she longed for others who would celebrate with her.

Leaning forward until her nose touched the rug, she bowed to the sun god. Then straightening, she opened a small chest beside her and withdrew a handful of objects—a silver and emerald ornament to be worn around the neck of a princess, the short, colorful feather of a bird believed to have mystical powers, and a rock sliver hammered into a jagged sun shape.

One by one she dropped them into a patterned pottery bowl and whispered a word in her native tongue that meant “I’m here.”

The sun answered by surging higher into the sky, bringing heat with it. It cut through the glass and warmed her naked limbs. The jaguars on her arms danced as a dew of moisture formed on the slope of her breasts and the flat plane of her belly. Her bronzed skin turned to molten gold.

All shadow fled from the space, leaving only her and the offering of ornaments. Typically only priests were allowed to perform such ceremonies as this. In her time she had simply been the daughter of a leader, but when she was accidentally knocked out of one of the boats, her mortal life had started to slip away. Luckily, the medicine man of the village shared his immortal blood with her and resurrected her as an immortal too. After that, she’d become revered across the land and allowed to act as priestess. Her favorite rite was this: the sun ceremony.

Taking up a small blade she carried with her everywhere, she aimed the lethal point at the tip of her middle finger and nicked it. Blood welled at once. Before the droplet could run, she held it over the bowl and added her blood to the offering.

The sun lifted higher, the heat strengthening until rivulets of perspiration ran down her sides, her belly, and over her mound to wet her glossy black pubic hair. To the sun god, she gave the gifts of her precious objects, her blood and sweat. In return, she would be reborn to a new solstice.

With five centuries behind her, she couldn’t help but pray for something fresh. The tedium of day to day living was wearing on her. There didn’t seem to be anything new to explore. She and Dante had traveled the world several times over and seen all the wonders. They’d shared almost every experience known to man, and she couldn’t help but long for a spark of their old passion. The passion they’d shared when he’d walked out of the jungle, cupped his hands under her ass and taken her against a tree while delivering scalding kisses and sharing their blood, binding them forever.

Let this dawn start anew.

In the ring of hot sun, she glided to her feet and lifted her arms to the sides, hoping the sun god or any other spiritual guide out there might hear her plea. That she and Dante might find a new adventure to embark upon.

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My Road to Publication, by Cassandra Carr

2011-12-20T22:12:00.000-08:00

One question I get asked a lot is, “How did you come to be published?”. Everyone has a different road, and I was extraordinarily lucky that mine wasn’t as long as some others’ have been. I started writing seriously in 2008. I wrote a contemporary romance titled Should’ve Known Better and started shopping it to agents and editors. I attended a conference in Connecticut (CT Fiction Fest – highly recommended) and met some more agents and editors, some of whom expressed interest in my novel.

After a while, though, as a writer you need to move on. So while I continued to shop Should’ve Known Better, I began another book. This one was started in July 2009 and was an erotic romance. I titled it Talk to Me, and that’s the book that I eventually sold as my debut novel. I actually wrote much of the first draft over a three-day writing retreat in early August 2009. I went back to CT Fiction Fest in April 2010, but still wasn’t ready to submit Talk to Me, so I pitched Should’ve Known Better then too. I got some more interest, and I continued to work on Talk to Me.

A writer friend of mine, Miranda Baker (hi Miranda!) read Talk to Me and suggested some fairly major changes. I pored over the changes in my mind for a little while and made those I felt comfortable with. In late September 2010 I submitted Talk to Me to a couple of publishers. I also continued to query agents.

In October 2010 Loose Id contacted me, asking for my full manuscript. I sent it, and in early November Loose Id contacted me again, offering me a contract. I jumped up and down and hyperventilated, and then told Loose Id I had to let the other publishers know about my contract. This is accepted and even expected in the publishing world, and they were fine with it. In the end, I stayed with Loose Id, and Talk to Me was released on March 22, 2011.

I never did statistics about how many agents and editors I sent the manuscript to – there are only a few that are important to know , most notably Loose Id, who bought the book.

What questions do you have about the process of getting published? Ask them below and I’ll do the best I can to answer them!

Passport To Passion Collection

2011-12-17T18:31:00.000-08:00

One night in Bangkok is all it takes to turn Beth Martin's plans upside down. After being betrayed by her fiance the last thing she needs is another man screwing up her life. But Tom is different. He makes her feel sensations long forgotten, makes her want in ways best left unspoken. Can she live out her wildest fantasies in one decadent night? And when it's over, can she walk away?

Excerpt:-

Tall, dark and handsome didn't begin to describe this man. His dark, slightly tipped eyes gave away his mixed heritage. He'd told her earlier his mother was Thai and his father American. The combination of the two produced a breathtaking specimen of height, lean muscle, smooth caramel-colored skin and eyes that reminded her of rich espresso coffee.

When Beth brought her gaze to his face she found him watching her. The corner of his mouth curled up and those mesmerizing eyes sparked with interest. He stepped back and motioned with his arm to invite her in. Her earlier anxiety left the second she'd laid eyes on him. She remembered why it had been so easy to accept this invitation.

She wanted him.

Wanted him with a hunger she'd never known before and there was no way she would pass up her chance to tangle the sheets with this man. It didn’t matter if he was five years younger than her. This wasn't the beginning of a relationship. It was one night to indulge her wildest fantasies with a stranger. Someone she'd never see again.

Their bodies brushed as she entered and pulsing fingers of need burst from the point of contact. Heat swirled in her stomach, creeping lower. She had an almost undeniable urge to clamp her legs together at the sudden burn. A drum beat pounded in her head, drowning out all but the need raging in her blood. The click of the door closing behind her sent shivers of excitement through her core.

This was it.

In a matter of minutes she'd be stripped bare and offering herself to him. She trembled as images of the two of them entwined together flitted through her mind. A knock on the door jolted her out of her erotic thoughts.

"Ah, perfect timing. That'll be our dinner." Tom opened the door and stepped aside as a uniformed employee rolled in a trolley.

"Dinner?" She moved out of the way to let the server pass and Tom closed the distance between them, crowding her against the wall.

"Yes, dinner," he whispered into her ear.

"But I thought-"

"What? That I would strip you naked and take you against this wall the minute you walked in?" His warm, moist breath sent shockwaves of lust down her neck. He bit her earlobe lightly. "Make no mistake, Beth, I will have you. But I'm a civilized man. I invited you to dinner and I will feed you dinner."

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Carly Simmons has lusted after her boss for six months. Throwing caution to the wind while on a business trip in Singapore, she suggests a fling. When Saxon takes her up on her offer, Carly gets far more than the conservative businessman she's expecting.
Saxon Grant is definitely up for a weekend of red-hot sex, but once he gets his hands on Carly he knows a couple of days will never be enough. Months of wanting her explode into a weekend of tangled sheets and twisted emotions.
And after one wild weekend, these two hearts will never be the same.

Excerpt:-

Saxon plucked the drink from her hand, slapped the almost-empty glass down next to his before he wrapped his hand around her arm and hauled her to her feet. He took money from his pocket and dropped it on the table. There was too much but someone would get a generous tip because he didn’t plan on hanging around to count out the right amount or wait for change. Carly sputtered a protest, a minuscule little squeak that told him all he needed to know about her willingness to go with him.
Leaving the bar, he led her through the middle courtyard of the hotel to the elevator. She fought to keep up with his long strides and by the time his finger stabbed the up button her breathing was labored. Due to arousal or their sprint across the paved area? He couldn’t be sure, but his own breathing was shallow and rasped in his ears. Heated blood pumped through his veins and filled his cock. If she felt a tenth of the lust he did, it would be enough.
The doors swished open and he pushed Carly in ahead of him. He pressed the button for their floor. When the doors closed, he spun around and pinned her to the back wall. Wedging his leg between hers, he ground his thigh on her crotch. Heat scorched his skin through the layers of clothing. She was on fire. He pressed harder, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her beautiful mouth. The invitation was clear and he took it.
Slamming his mouth to hers, he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and bit into the tender flesh. Her gasp of surprise allowed him access to the dark warmth his tongue sought to claim. All the months of holding back, waiting to take her, exploded into the kiss. He dominated, ravished and took without apology. Every corner, every recess became his. Her flavor was like a drug, the more he tasted the more he wanted.
His cock pulsed and he pumped his hips, pushing the throbbing organ against her supple belly. With the fingers of one hand tangled in her hair, he held her midnight tresses tight to keep her mouth under his. His other hand molded itself to her breast, her nipple prodding his palm. Drawing his hand back, he dragged his fingers over the mound until they caught on the bud. Using the padded tips, he tugged and pinched until the peak turned rock hard.
She moaned into his mouth and thrust her tongue against his while grinding her pussy on his thigh. He raised his leg, forcing her onto her toes, and felt her body quiver with her building orgasm. The ding of the elevator barely registered but the gasp of the elderly couple waiting when the doors opened did.
Saxon jerked away and Carly slid down onto the soles of her feet and kept going. His arm shot out and wrapped around her waist. Holding her to his side, he walked them out onto their floor. On wobbly legs, she tottered beside him. Quickening his steps, he marched them down the hall. His blood boiled, every vein filled to overflowing and his cock had never been so stiff. They'd never make the bed. He'd take her the second they got inside the room.

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Rhian Cahill
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Santa Baby, Several Stars Away ~ Now Available

2011-12-17T16:55:00.000-08:00

~ A Short Shapeshifter Erotic Romance for Christmas ~

Consumed by curiosity, Kaily gives herself to a mystery man for Christmas.

Will Dylan be able to resist her waiting naked, but gift-wrapped beneath his tree?

Excerpt ~

Chapter One:

Santa Baby, Waitin' Just for You

Rarely reckless, Kaily flung off the negligee she'd first thought to wear. It landed in a red ephemeral heap beside the tastefully trimmed Christmas tree.

So what if she'd just broken into his house...well, she hadn't exactly broken in...more like she spied on him until she found out where he hid the extra key...lodged in a crack of the frame above the door of the Victorian mansion he'd resurrected from certain crumbling death, and now obviously treasured.

There was only one thing Kaily could see amiss in the traditional holiday atmosphere he'd created with the help of the town's local historical club -- a garish red ribbon. The long sash had a simple bow attached to one end, and practically shone despite the low lighting.

Kaily stared at the unexpected invitation.

Certainly, the river of red ribbon didn't belong on the floor as a decoration, and she couldn't see anywhere else it belonged...except wrapped around her.

Since she was giving herself to him as a gift for Christmas...well, why not?

Wildly inspired, Kaily plucked up what looked to be about three yards of ribbon. After strategically emphasizing her full breasts, she arranged it around her naked body. Naked that is, except for her gold ankle bracelet, her 'I want to seduce you earrings'...and a whimsical pair of faux-fur trimmed santa boots.

Heck, Kaily reasoned, if he was gay he might just chuckle a ho-ho-ho, and turn it all into big ole joke...and she'd turn her bare tail, and escape as quick as possible. If he wasn't gay, but didn't want to take what she was offering, Kaily hoped he would have a holly jolly laugh at her expense as he politely showed her to the door.

It was all too true, her curiosity raged out of control even causing her sleepless nights. The object of her desire had sauntered into Kaily's small town last December. He'd paid cash on the spot for the dilapidated but proud old Victorian mansion, according to Becky Starks the one realtor.

With a vengeance, and despite the winter weather, Sexy Strange Man as she'd thought of him then had set about restoring the mansion. He'd also made certain to gain the good will of everyone in town...well, almost everyone.

Nessie Jones, the town's librarian, didn't like Dylan. Of course, Nessie didn't like anyone anyway, for whatever reason she could find. The love of her life was books and a mystery man she claimed to be married to that no one ever saw.

Behind Dylan's back, Nessie always curled her lip and wrinkled her nose, as if his deodorant had failed in its job...which might be case, since he always smelled smoky and impossibly virile to Kaily.

Even though she did try to avoid him, because of her obsession with knowing more about him why make herself look like a prize-trussed fool in front of everyone by groping him with questions still, they were always running into each other, and Kaily always became turned-on, and positively inebriated by his scent.

Okay yes, Kaily admitted, now she did look good and trussed up, the way the length of red ribbon wound around her body. At least, by what she could see. There was a slice of her reflection in the tall narrow mirror near the fireplace mantle.

With the bow dangling from one hand, Kaily wondered if she should position it over her well-furred pussy not completely covered by the ribbon. Or maybe, the large showy bow should nestle between the swells of her breasts...or be placed like a centerpiece above her ample-enough cleavage.

"Ooooh...Santa baby, waitin' just for you," she crooned like the song, then pursed her lips in an attempt to look sexy.
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Blurb:

Kaily has been consumed by curiosity ever since Dylan suddenly appears in her small town. Surreptitiously, she watches the mystery man restore a rundown Victorian mansion, all while his charm and sincerity gain him the good will of most everyone. This is especially true when he volunteers to become the annual Santa Claus for the children at the town's park.

The problem for Kaily: No one really knows anything about Dylan's past or where he came from. With her attraction to him growing day by day, she becomes a driven woman. On a desperate whim, she gives herself to him as a Christmas present. Will Dylan be able to resist her waiting naked, but gift-wrapped beneath his tree?
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New Release - WHC: Stripping Christmas by Zenobia Renquist

2011-12-17T05:00:00.000-08:00

Out Now!!

Stripping Christmas
White Hot Christmas (multi-author series)
by Zenobia Renquist

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-716-1
Genre: Erotic Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Fey/Elves, Interracial, Magic, Christmas
Price: $2.99/US

Alex is firmly on the naughty list, and she wants Santa to join her.

Alex thought she was going to a job. Instead she ends up marrying the heir to the title of Santa Claus. The vows have been said and cannot be taken back, even if Alex isn't the ideal bride Kris was hoping for to re-energize the powers of the House of Kringle. But Alex is about to teach him that being a little naughty -- or a lot -- can go a long way.

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EXCERPT:

Alex wasn’t going to get anywhere arguing about the marriage thing. She tried a different tactic. “What website?”

Kris walked over to a large desk. Alex followed him. Kris pulled up the website in question and gestured to it. “It seemed the perfect place to find my bride after searching this past year to no avail.”

Alex rolled her eyes at the title of the site -- Finding Your Perfect Mrs. Claus. It was her boss’s idea of getting into the holiday spirit. She said, “Show me what you clicked on to get to me.”

The page had two buttons -- one said Naughty and the other said Nice. Naughty referred to strippers who did full nudity, while Nice referred to strippers who went down to a string bikini.

Kris clicked the Nice button, which led to a page of pictures. Alex’s picture was the last on the page. Kris said, “I looked through all of the girls and found you the most desirable as my wife.” He clicked on her picture and loaded a page featuring stats about Alex -- age, height, weight, likes, etc -- and a vid of Alex wearing a Mrs. Claus ball gown while handing out presents to a room full of happy men.

Gesturing to the vid, Kris said, “You are a bringer of joy. Looking at this video confirmed you would be my perfect wife. I paid the dowry and here you are.”

Alex snorted. “Dowry, huh?” He had to mean the private party fee to have her strip on location.

“It was a small sum, but I paid it gladly.”

“Did you click on the button that says more?” She pointed to the bottom right of the screen.

Kris clicked the button. Another page loaded, showing the second half of the vid that had started on the previous page. It showed Alex ripping open her Mrs. Claus breakaway dress to the hooting and hollering of the men who had just gotten her presents. She danced on and around a pole while men stuffed money down her bra and panties.

Alex watched as Kris turned pale and his ears drooped until they were almost folded in half. His look of horror returned.

“What… what are you doing? This is naughty. This is extremely naughty. No wife of the House of Kringle should do such things as this.”

“Next time click the more button,” Alex said with a shrug. “Look, Kris. It’s no big if you don’t want me here. I’ll talk to my boss and get your money back. We can chalk this up to a fun mistake and go about our lives. Just tell Noël to bring the car around and take me home.”

“You cannot go home.”

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SJD Peterson~*~It's all in the touch: Nice & Naughty ~ Laura Tolomei

2011-12-16T05:50:00.000-08:00

SJD Peterson~*~It's all in the touch: Nice & Naughty ~ Laura Tolomei: The pirate v/s the devil: how far can seduction go? All right, so he did it! Marin seduced me. And the sex is fantastic, blows my mind ev...

That Leftover Turkey...

2011-12-16T01:00:00.000-08:00

MerryChristmas!

As withevery year, I’m so over eating ever again after the Christmas dinner isdevoured. Food is very low on the priority list for any of us and we take toeating light for about 5 days after the holidays. And since my oldest son was diagnosed withType 1 Diabetes, we try to do some lower carbs and such to make up for theextras he had over the holidays. Plushaving any leftover turkey staring at me when I look in the fridge the dayafter isn’t something I look forward to so I will use it in stews, sandwiches,freeze for another meal later on. But the kids always ask for their Turkey Quesadillas.

Here isour very easy, light quesadilla recipe that you might like to take care of thatleftover turkey.

Ingredients

Salsa:

1 cup whole-berry cranberry sauce
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
2 tablespoons chopped green onions
1 tablespoon fresh lime juice
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
1 Anjou pear, cored and finely diced
3 sweet peppers – red, orange, yellow – diced

Quesadillas:

Cooking spray
1/4 cup (2-inch-thick) slices green onions
1 cup (4 ounces) shredded cheese (light is what we use)
8 (8-inch) flour tortillas
2 cups chopped cooked turkey
1/2 cup fat-free sour cream

Preparation

1. To prepare salsa,combine first 7 ingredients. Cover and chill.

2. To prepare quesadillas,heat a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Coat pan with cookingspray. Add 1/4 cup sliced onions to pan; sauté 3 minutes or until tender.Remove onions from pan; reduce heat to medium. Sprinkle 2 tablespoons cheeseover each of 4 tortillas. Top each cheese-covered tortilla with one-fourth ofonions, 1/2 cup turkey, 2 tablespoons cheese, and 1 tortilla.

3. Recoat pan with cookingspray. Add 1 quesadilla to pan; cook 2 minutes on each side or until lightlybrowned and cheese melts. Repeat with remaining quesadillas. Cut eachquesadilla into 6 wedges. Serve with cranberry salsa and sour cream.

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A Shared Passion

2011-12-15T03:43:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite things about ow/ym stories is that their connections have to be strong to overcome the reservations about the relationship. Whether it’s a shared career, hobby, or circumstance…fate brought them together and hopefully they are smart enough to hold on to each other.

Also the man has to be strong enough to be with a woman who possesses more life experience. If he wants the relationship to be more than a fling, he has to be one determined guy--at least with my heroines. In this story, not only is he intent on his Broadway career, but his leading lady.

In my latest ow/ym (or cougar if you prefer, but this heroine is not on the prowl…she’s being pursued vigorously) the couple has known each other for over a year. They’ve worked together on stage for almost every day of that time. They must have chemistry but where does acting end and reality begin? For the hero, there are no questions but the heroine is all about avoiding their fate.

Opening Night is a very short story of 5k but to me, that’s all this couple needed. That turning point where one goes from denial to acceptance of true love and embracing the right man…even if it’ll be a bit of a challenge.

Blurb:

A heated one-night stand a year ago doesn’t stop Barb from starring on Broadway with Drew, a hot young hunk. Their new play is a hit, and Drew is out to prove there’s more to their relationship than that one fling. Locking them in a dressing room, he ties her up and uses sex to reveal the truth of her feelings—which is exactly what she needs from him. He might be young, but he proves he’s the strong partner she needs to free her from the mask she wears every day.

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Happy Holidays Everyone!!!!!!! Happy New Year!!!
Cheryl

Merry Christmas!

2011-12-14T02:53:00.000-08:00

I can't believe how close it is. I'm sure yesterday was June. *grin* Our tree is up and I can report that quite a few of those presents are MINE!

I can also report that since this was taken the pile has doubled! Christmas always stresses me out. There's list after list of what to get, what we've got, where we need to be....... It's never ending and I always wake up thinking why can't it be January already? But then the big day arrives and we drag the kids out of bed, hey, what can I say? They're teenagers, they don't surface before noon if it's not a school day. *grin* And then the real fun begins. There's wrapping paper spread from one end of our room to the other and this room is 7m x 7m. It's huge! I'm sure we keep the recycle plant in business for the next two months after all our gifts are unwrapped. But that's not the end of it. We then head over to the in-laws for more pressies, copious amounts of food and drink plus some serious merriment with relatives we are lucky to see once a year. We drag our asses home late and fall into bed only to get up the next day and do it all over again at my dad's house. More pressies, food and drink......
The funny thing is I get to the end of the third day of this and we finally have no more 'visiting' to do and I wish we could do it all again. I honestly think the whole panic-riddled month of December is worth it just for those three manic days of Christmas joy. Of course once we're done I have to get organized for our trip away. Every year we pack up and head south to our holiday van. It looks like this -

Man, I can't wait to sit by the water and read or write depending on my mood. Or maybe take a dip. It's summer holidays here in Oz. The kids are off school for 6 weeks and that means sleep-ins! Of course it also means I'll be subjected to the usual "I'm bored" & "There's nothing to do" cries but I've never let those bother me. I just point to the broom or the dirty dishes and offer them something to do. lol I know it's winter in half the world and you don't get to bask in the glorious summer sunshine, but what are you're plans this holiday season?

Rhian Cahill
www.rhiancahill.com

Latest Release:-

Available here - https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/332/All-of-You

Blurb:-
Claire Jones never dreamed the fantasies she'd been having about the young guy next door would ever become reality but after a push from her best friend and one encounter involving dirty laundry she's getting more reality than one woman should be allowed. But with reality comes emotion and Claire finds herself falling deeper and deeper under Ryan's spell.
Ryan Doherty wants in Claire's pants but he soon discovers hot sex isn't all he's after. She makes him happy in a way nothing and no one else ever has and if he has to use their amazing chemistry to stay in her life he will. Because having more of Claire isn't an option. It's the only choice.
Can Ryan and Claire bridge the age gap to find the love of a life time or will what others think destroy the best thing either of them has ever found?

Excerpt:-
He pushed his chair back and patted his knee. "Come over here."
Claire stood and took a shaky step toward Ryan. She reached his side, her eyes drawn to the erection clearly visible in his lap. Warmth swirled in her stomach. Her breasts grew heavy, and her pussy clenched. The need to strip them both and ride him until neither of them could remember where they were sucked the breath from her lungs. Her mouth dry, she licked her bottom lip. Ryan's groaned, and she brought her gaze up to meet his.
Raw lust slammed into her. The man had a way of looking at her. Need and desire blasted out to stab through her. He growled as he wrapped his hands over her hips and pulled her closer.
"What have you got on under this dress?" He gripped the fabric and started to inch it up her legs. "You know it doesn't matter, 'cause whatever it is you won't be wearing it for long."
Cool air flowed over her heated skin as the hem moved higher and higher. When his fingers touched flesh Claire's legs trembled. How could he have her so excited without really touching her? She sucked in a breath when the evening air coated her damp panties. A shiver raced up her spine.
Ryan raised her skirt over her hips. "Hold it for me."
His command sent another tremor shaking through her, and she did as he asked.
"Dear God." He traced his fingertips around the waist of her silky underwear. "Is this what I think it is ?"
Claire couldn't speak, could only nod as his hands followed the material to her ass and dipped between her cheeks. Suddenly his hands were gone and a groan of protest left her throat.
"Drop the dress."
She let go.
"No. I mean lose it. No wait" He pushed his chair farther back and grabbed her wrist. "Stand in front of me."
He tugged her into position. His hands smoothed over her hips until he held her still.
"I want you to do something for me. You can say no and I won't mind but . . ." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I want you to turn around and place your hands on the table, Claire. I want to push up your skirt so I can see your beautiful ass right there in front of my face. Will you do it?"
His words conjured an image in her mind. Her pulse sped up, and her breathing turned ragged. Her whole body tightened and moisture flooded her already drenched thong. She didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Instead she reached for the hem of her light summer dress and lifted. Slowly she dragged the cotton over her sensitive torso, her hard nipples snagging at the fabric as she raised it over her head. Ryan's hands skimmed up her stomach until he cupped her bare breasts in his palms. A shuddered racked her as all air fled her lungs.
Goose bumps broke out as he grazed his fingertips from her ribs to her hips. He grasped her ass in his hands and squeezed.
"Turn around," he urged in a strangled voice.
Every muscle taut with anticipation, Claire turned.
"Lean forward. Brace your hands on the table." He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down.
Bending over, Claire blushed at the thought of what Ryan would be able to see, but the choked groan and growled words soon morphed embarrassment into arousal.
"You're too gorgeous for words."
Ryan smoothed his hands across her curves. No part of her back, legs or ass went untouched. Trailers of tingles followed his caress, snaking out until they covered her whole body. Her limbs shook, and Clair gripped the table edge so her knuckles were white. He pushed his foot between hers and shoved her legs apart.
"Spread your legs wider."
Claire's knees wobbled, but she slid her feet outward. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, his fingertips barely brushing the soaked material her position had pushed firmly between her legs.
"You're so wet, Claire." He swept his fingers along her exposed cleft.
Her pussy clenched hard, and moisture flooded her sex. Claire couldn't stop the moan from breaking free.
"You like that, Claire? Like that I have you on display? Like it when I tell you your cunt is wet for me?"
Claire shuddered at his words. The quake vibrated through her until she thought she might collapse in a puddle of want at his feet.
"Oh, Claire I do believe we've found something that really gets you off." He leaned over her, his clothed chest resting along her back. "Want me to tell you what I'm gonna do to you?" He nipped her ear.
"Ryan." His name spilled from her lips on a plea.
He licked the shell of her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "I'm going to play with you, Claire. I'm going to use my fingers, my tongue, teeth, and I'm going to drive you wild until you scream for me."

***

Available here - https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/332/All-of-You

Happy Holidays from N.J. Walters

2011-12-12T02:55:00.000-08:00

Happy Holidays to you all from N.J. Walters!

The holidays are less than two weeks away! I can't believe how fast this month is slipping away. If you're looking for a quick, easy holiday recipe, this is the one for you.

Five Minute Fudge

2/3 cup of Carnation milk
1 2/3 cups of sugar

--Bring to boil and boil for five minutes, stirring constantly to avoid burning. Remove from heat.

Add:

1 ½ cups of chocolate chips (I use dark chocolate)
1 ½ cups of mini white marshmallows
1 tsp of vanilla flavoring

Stir until smooth and pour into greased 8 X 8 inch pan.

Cool and cut into squares.

If you're finished your baking and are in the mood for a holiday read, why don't you check out The Gift of Shayla from Carina Press.

BLURB:

One night to indulge their wildest desires...

Adam Lancaster has been in love with Rob McKeith—and attracted to Rob's wife, Shayla—for years, but he fears their friendship would be over if they knew the truth. So he's thrilled when his secret fantasy becomes reality and the couple offers him a very special gift: a sensual Christmas Eve in their bedroom...

Or you could check out Jessamyn's Christmas Gift from Ellora's Cave.

BLURB:

It's Christmas Eve and Jessamyn Parker waits by the fireside in her boyfriend's house. She expects him home any minute after being away for three months on business. Clad only in a slinky teddy and sprawled beneath the Christmas tree, she plans to surprise him. But instead of her boyfriend, a complete stranger surprises her.

Caleb Morgan is the new sheriff, and unbeknownst to her, he is also the new owner of the house. Jessamyn flees back to her own home, determined to forget not only her boyfriend's betrayal, but also the heated desire that Caleb has sparked within her.

While Jessamyn is shocked by his appearance, Caleb is enthralled by her. But Jessamyn has had more than enough of men. Now, one year later, it's Christmas time again, and Jessamyn is still swearing off men. But Caleb has other ideas. The only thing he wants for Christmas is the same thing he wanted last year and didn't quite get — Jessamyn Parker under his tree.

N.J. has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, 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.

Visit me at:
Website: http://www.njwalters.com
Blog: http://www.njwalters.blogspot.com
Newsletter Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/awakeningdesires/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Nj-Walters/714113604

Embrace the Heat with Good, Bad and Kinky

2011-12-10T06:00:00.000-08:00

Time to heat things up with a sweetly naughty and wickedly nice ebook!

Call Me Lucifer and My Angel, both paranormal erotic romances with bondage and D/s, have been brought together and released as Good, Bad and Kinky [2 in 1].

Whether in Heaven, Hell or on Earth, everyone wants to be loved, and some enjoy kinky twists added in.

Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, works hard handing out fitting punishments, but he’s ready for a change. Nia Adams is a sexy petite firebrand and his girlfriend. They are in love, but she lies to him about how she feels. While difficult to hear, the lie opens a door to their having a future together, but first she must go to Hell.

Ann Miller was murdered as a toddler and ended up in Heaven. She’s happy with her existence, but everything changes once she earns her Guardian Angel wings. With them fluttering happily around her, she discovers what being in love feels like and wants more. Ann is given the chance to really live, but there are conditions attached and they aren’t simple.

"...I do hope you read them both. They're sweet and sinful at the same time - a delightful combination." Reviewed by Chrissy, 5 Ribbons, Romance Junkies

There are a couple of blogs here on Torrid Temptations about these two delightful reads that offer a few fun tidbits about them.

Tilly Greene
Scorching romances full of twists, turns and ties.
www.tillygreene.com

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For the Holiday SeasonDon't Miss Five Rings by Destiny BlaineAn Epic Ariana 2011 Category Winner

2011-12-10T04:58:00.000-08:00

Five Rings won an Epic Ariana 2011 Award for Best eBook Cover Art in the Fantasy/Paranormal Erotic Romance category. This beautiful cover was created by cover artist, Martine Jardin

Members of Jason Lory's original pride coalition warned of the shifter-mates remaining. Some were thought to be man-eaters. Others, the nomads, were considered very volatile and unable to shift successfully without the stimulation of five rings, only no one knew with absolute certainty what these rings were or where to find them. Jason Lory figured out the mystery.

Available now for $3.99

The following quotes are from Five Rings by Destiny Blaine. They are character quotes from a novella about a beautiful young woman with a very twisted mind.

“When the average man shops for a ring, he isn’t thinking of the gold band in the metaphorical sense.
He sees the symbolical meaning and finally understands.
While there are some things money can’t buy, love is not one of them…”
--Jason Lory

“Every nymphomaniac hopes good sex will find her
And then transform her into the goddess she already believes lives within…”
--Simon Warner

“A soldier leaves for war and hopes the hard battle ahead will not take his life.
A woman with multiple personalities leaves for an institution and hopes a life of confinement will not break her spirit…"
-- Jordan St. Johns

“She was like the current dragging back and forth under the wide open sea…”
--Michael Mahoney.

“She was a victim placed at circumstance’s door.
A woman who held her head high as she searched for pride.
She was there for a reason, for a purpose larger than anyone understood.
So they acted as men and did what anyone else would in their position.
They made her crazy… and they made the diagnosis stick.
Then, they brought her forward and loved her…”
--Fran Conway

Five Rings by Destiny Blaine is a holiday EROTICA story. Please note, while there are romantic elements, this is not a Christmas story for readers of sweet romance. Five Rings is a provocative tale with an underlying twist and for those readers who are fond of paranormal short stories with mysterious elements. Available now at eXtasy Books and a perfect choice for a holiday paranormal short story.

The Jingle Bell Hop

2011-12-09T23:07:00.000-08:00

Holiday romance flashes, holiday eye candy, prizes galore... how about a Kindle Fire, want to win one?

Have a magickal holiday season!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Holiday Book Gifting - Long or Short?

2011-12-08T07:29:00.000-08:00

I like reading holiday stories this time of year, but if I'm going to give gifts or get them, books aren't my first choice. I'd rather the gift cards so I can choose what I want on a whim. My 'to be read' list changes from day to day, and I often want something for instant gratification, something short and hot that I can read like watching a TV show. I probably have over a thousand books on my shelves most I've read some I just haven't quite gotten into the mood for. More Than a Stud is a perfect example of a short romantic read. 11,000 words you can read at one or two sittings and appreciate a satisfactory sexy romance between two people who had a good relationship as friends and coworkers.

If I want something almost epic that will keep me up at night and dragging my book or Kindle with me everywhere, I'd choose Across a Crowded Room. It's a full length saga about a love that spans two decades -- the the family and friends, the heartbreak and intrigue that pursue the two main characters. This is written under my pseudonym Elizabeth Marchat.

If you're a paranormal fan try one of my Enchanted Mountain books. The location in Arctic, CO is a fictional place where all sorts of beings can meet and discover themselves. The Lion, The Leopard, and The Wolf is about three shape shifters destined for one another. The following book, a stand alone, The Moon, The Madness, and The Magic is also a full length novel you can hunker down with about shape shifters. For a complete list of my books and a general description of each visit my blog. Eliza March Writes ... On Mondays I usually provide a few heart stopping guys to start your week off on a positive note.

Explore and subscribe. Have a wonderful holiday season. Stay warm and safe.

Best wishes ... Eliza

Witchcraft in Victorian England

2011-12-08T06:35:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone! Thanks for having me here today. I’d like to take this opportunity to talk a little bit about my newest release from Loose-Id, called Whispers. This is a menage ghost story, set in Victorian England.

In order to make this story seem authentic, I had to do a little research on ghosts and witches during that time period. I thought that I’d share with you some of the interesting facts that I learned along the way.

1) Huge gains in science happened during the victorian era, and much of it, like Darwin’s “Origin of Species” challenged traditional Christian values. As a result, an interest in other religions emerged. Combine this with the increased understanding of sexuality (thanks to Freud), and you have the people of the Victorian era more open to experiencing the intangible and unseen than than their predicessors. The more the Victorian era people understood about the world around them and themselves, the more provocative the idea of the afterlife became.

2) Fortune-telling was a popular parlor game, and a means to rebel from the mainstream Christian beliefs. The religion of spiritualism (belief in the dead communicating with the living) originated in the 1850’s.

3) In the 1870s a new form of occult emerged called Theosophy. It is a more organized and hierarchical version of spiritualism.

4) While Victorian Era society embraced seeing and talking with the dead, witchcraft and the realms of magic were relatively forgotten. Communicating with the dead was seen as a science, something dependant on mental processes, concentration and symbolism. This was different from witchcraft, magic, and Christianity, which were thought of as forms of spiritualism, and separate from science.

5) Drought, famine and unexpected death were blamed on the “magic” of witches – or women who were trouble or considered undesirable. The more that people began to understand things on a scientific level, the less likely they were to believe in accusations of witchcraft.

As you can see, modern witchcraft has deep roots in the Victorian era. It was during this time that it became acceptable to question the Christian God, commune with spirits, and study the occult.

All of this has me thinking, do you watch movies or read books that have spirits or witchcraft in them? What are some of your favorites? While you’re pondering your answer, take a look at my newest release from Loose Id, the book that came out of the research stated above.

First Line:

Rose Morgan hastened up the steps of the large townhouse and knocked on the door.

Genres: Paranormal, Historical, erotic m/m/f

ISBN: 978-1-61118-654-4

Length: Novella

Price: $4.99

Watch the Book Trailer.

Buy from publisher

Blurb:

Rose is skeptical when Lady Denville hires her to take care of some ghosts in her townhouse. She expects to find a nest of rats or branches scraping against a window. Instead she finds two sexy spirits intent on fulfilling her every sexual desire. They introduce her to a whole new world of pleasure — and a curse that may destroy them all.

Lionel and Jonathan have been trapped in the townhouse for decades, waiting. When Rose walks in, they know that she is the one with the power to save them. The key to their freedom lies within reach, and both men must put aside their differences if they ever hope to break the curse that binds them to the townhouse. As the men set out to seduce Rose and gain their freedom, their sexual desire turns into something more. Now they must be honest with the woman they love, or stay imprisoned in the spirit world forever.

Excerpt:

Rose stood at the top of the stairs and listened. The moans were louder now, and she could easily distinguish the two tones.She scanned the area around her, but it was too dark to see much beyond her hands.

She straightened her light green dress, chosen to match her eyes, and poked a wispy blonde curl back into her twist. If Lady Denville indeed had guests up here, then Rose had to make sure to look her best.

She picked up a candle off the nearby end table and lit it. The soft glow illuminated the hallway, which looked as if it hadn’t had a good dusting in ages. Thick velvet curtains had been pulled over the windows, blocking any light. It was so unlike Lady Denville to keep her upstairs closed up like this.

Besides the depressing atmosphere, nothing seemed out of the ordinary with the crimson carpet and dark wood walls. Rose took a deep breath, steeled her jaw, and stepped forward.

The noises filled the air, fanning her desire from a small spark into a large flame. They were smooth and melodic, almost blending with each other. Her body warmed, and she placed her hand to her cheek. Her husband wasn’t overly amorous, and it had been a long time since she had enjoyed the pleasures of the bedroom. The noises spoke to something feminine and primal deep inside her body. It awoke and rushed through her system, leaving her breathless.

The sensations felt…strange. She had not felt anything so strong before, not even with her own husband. What could be making her feel this way, and could it alleviate the ache forming between her legs? She inched forward a step, then two. With each small advance, her desire grew until she found it difficult to concentrate on the matter at hand. She paused as a name echoed off the walls.

“Jonathan.”

Her skin tingled with sexual awareness as the deep, commanding voice rippled through her body. Rose slid her fingers along the low-cut edge of her dress, then dipped them between her breasts. How did it get so warm in here?

And who was Jonathan?

She continued to the very end of the hall. It was darkest here, the heavy curtains in the windows blocking all light. She heard new noises now, like the shifting of furniture. They seemed to be coming from behind the large wooden door. A low glow shone through the cracks as the moans grew louder.

Heat traveled over her skin as she stared at the strange light. A light breeze blew over her skin, just like it had when she was downstairs moments ago. It did nothing to cool her rising temperature or the fluttering in her stomach.

The flame on the candle flickered, then extinguished. She fought back the sudden urge to shed her clothes as confusion filled her mind. She had to know what was behind the door, not just for Lady Denville’s sake, but for her own. Rose needed to find out what was making her feel like some animal in heat.

Rose felt the familiar ache low in her abdomen. She was desperate for something to ease the building pressure between her legs, but nothing suitable was available. She resisted the urge to rip off her clothes and touch herself, for she suspected such an act would do little to alleviate the growing ache. She craved something bigger and stronger to satisfy her. The whole situation felt barbaric and yet thrilling at the same time.

Rose moistened her lips and turned the knob…

~~~Suzanne Rock~~~

Love Immortalized, Destinies Fulfilled

Bio:

After over a decade in the scientific world, Suzanne needed a creative outlet. She tried scrap booking, cooking, crocheting, painting, and piano, none of which held her interest for very long. Then one of her friends suggested writing. Thrilled with the idea of creating her own worlds, she opened up her lap top and never looked back.

When Suzanne’s not writing, she can be found playing with her two daughters, testing her husband’s latest kitchen creations, or curled up with her favorite romance novel in her central Massachusetts home.

Take one of my online writing classes or check out my book on writing with Em Petrova.

I also have two free reads.

Like to read series? Then check out my Kyron Pack (werewolf), Unholy (demons) or Immortal Realm series.

Coming Soon ~ SANTA BABY, SEVERAL STARS AWAY... I hope

2011-12-05T22:51:00.000-08:00

This pic represents the setting for Santa Baby, Several Stars Away.

This is a new adventure for me as an author. So far, my short shapeshifter erotic romance is polished and I've been trying to do the required formatting for upload to various ebook selling sites. This is where you might as well toss my head into the meatgrinder instead of my book into the Smashword's meatgrinder.

Despite my lack of tech know-how, and despite my crossed eyes, my crossed burning brain wires, I'm persevering. Darn the silly complex-to-me formatting. What happened to computers making life easier? Certainly not true in my case.

Not easier, no... however, I do value this opportunity to e-publish, whether with a small print epublisher or as a self-publisher -- this opportunity to join in the ebook revolution along with so many other talented authors who would never have been published by the traditional houses... many of whom are making a nice profit, thank you very much.

Beyond the ability to sell... which is always good... I believe in artistic and creative freedom. Why should someone's novel end up dead in a slush pile, never to see the light of day? It's all about readers' choice in the digital book-verse. To a large extent, that is. The big publishers still hold the purse strings, the influence, the supposed prestige... so they still get the 'favorable' treatment. I would like to see that end.

Will it end? I don't know.

But, back to my authorly adventure. It's tough enough to get your story polished, even if it is short, plus make darn certain the cover art fits and has that magic spark that will catch the eye... without worrying about, then having to do the whole format-it-just-right-thing. Heck, I could be writing my next book instead.

So, thank goodness for my cover artist, Amanda Kelsey of razzdazzdesign.com, because she's come up with a jewel. I wish I could share it on this post, but it's not quite finalized.
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Coming Soon ~ A Short Shapeshifter Erotic Romance

Santa Baby, Several Stars Away

by Savanna Kougar

Excerpt from ~

Chapter One:
Santa Baby, Waitin' Just for You

Blurb:

Consumed by curiosity, Kaily gives herself to a mystery man for Christmas.
Will Dylan be able to resist her waiting naked, but gift-wrapped beneath his tree?

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At the SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS blog we authors write Flash Scenes that take place in our weird and wacky werewolf, all-things-paranormal town of Talbot’s Peak, Montana.

Here’s a snippet preview of the past week’s Flash-scene blogs ~

Calendar Boys
by Pat Cunningham

“Dang it, Lamar,” Jamie said, “of all the fool things you ever talked me into, this has gotta be the foolest.”

“Chico, I haven’t even scratched the surface of all the foolish things I want to talk you into. This, however, isn’t one of them. This is for a good cause. Tell him, Bo.”

“You heard the man,” Bo Ewing said. Like Jamie, he wore a simple terrycloth robe, though his was several sizes larger than Jamie’s. Like Jamie, he was naked beneath it. “Dante’s pin-up calendar makes a ton of money for local charities every year. You want to tell the kids at the hospital they won’t be getting a new dialysis machine because you got cold – ” He eyed Jamie’s groinal region and finished with a chuckle, “Feet?”
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The Timber Wolf and the Black Cougar, Calendar Cowboys
by Savanna Kougar

“Dante’s calendar shoot this year was a real howl and hoot.” After a long and guttural laugh, Zance threw back his head and howled. To his satisfaction the sound reverberated throughout their four-seater pickup truck.

Dontoya yowled a drawn out chuckle, but still kept an iron hand on the steering wheel. Zance always envied the sound of his longtime ranch partner’s laugh because the women would crowd around him, their tongues nearly hanging out with lust.

“Yep, pard,” Dontoya drawled, “the shoot was a dang party without pants. Instead of in my pants. You know -- how we both get hard-ons from hell whenever Sherilyn is around.”

“Yeah, just thinking about our little spitfire...” Zance resettled himself so his cock wasn’t challenging his zipper quite as much.
~~~

Joy To the Wolves!
by Rebecca Gillan

Happy Wednesday everyone. Today I am reposting the lyrics for a Christmas werewolf song. I don't know who wrote the words to this parody but you can sing it to the tune of Joy to the World and make everyone look at you like you've lost your mind. Ah, the joy of Christmas!
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Rayne Deehere's Game
by Serena Shay

Rayne limped through the woods, dragging the hefty twelve-gauge behind her as she looked for her stupid, stupid brothers. John, Mule and Rudy had left early that morning with a promise on their lips— they would head directly into town, look for any available jobs, and then come straight home.

That had been twenty-six, freaking, hours ago. A full day, plus a few, and they only lived a few miles outside of Talbot’s Peak.
~~~

Baby It's Cold Out Side
by Solara

Sally sniffled and reached for the steaming cup sitting on the bar. Two hours into her shift and a snowstorm from hell was blowing outside. Her head felt like someone was practicing bongo lessons in and on it. Two days of sneezing and light malaise had lingered longer than she anticipated. Trying to get the ten blocks to the walk-in clinic was out of the question. Every time the bar door opened, all she could make out was white swirling outside the door and the howling of the wind before the door closed.
~~~

Come Celebrate the Holiday Season at Talbot's Peak during the blog hop. Dates to be announced, but the top prize is a Kindle Fire.
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~ Have a happy and magickal holiday season ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Savanna Kougar is the best-selling author of twelve ebooks, with six 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.

SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
LINDSAY’S ROMANTICS
Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly
TITLE MAGIC
Siren-BookStrand Authors’ Blog

2011-12-03T07:13:00.001-08:00

On Sale through December for $0.99

Buy it for yourself or gift it to a loved one

SINFUL

Follow the Music, Book 1

by Kacey Hammell

Music was their only dream & passion...

Until they found one another...

Foryears, Mikayla Gallan has dreamed of providing a better life for her youngerbrother, Matthew, and herself. Coming from a family of musicians, Mikaylaand Matthew have dreams of someday making it big. But Mikayla's first priorityis always ensuring Matthew's future. When Houdini Records comes knocking on herdoor, offering her everything she's ever wanted, Mikayla's scared to grab ontotheir offer.

Sinclair "Sin" Devlin, part-owner of HoudiniRecords has loved and lost and has no intentions of ever going down that pathagain. He's determined to put his company back on the map and is willing to dowhatever it takes to make it happen. Meeting Mikayla Gallan, hearing her sultryand passionate voice on stage, Sin believes he has found the only woman that couldsave the company. He's even more shocked to realize that perhapsshe's also the only woman to save him from himself.

[Previouslyreleased as Sinful Melodies. Small revisions for re-release]

ISBN: 9780987799302

22,000 word count

Availableto Purchase for $0.99 at:

Amazon

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Barnes & Noble (Nook)

Smashwords

Bookstrand

Sony

Diesel

Praise for Sin & Mikayla…

5 Hearts from TRS…

“Kacey Hammell hasshown incredible charisma in her writing style. Rarely have I read, andenjoyed, a shorter novel this much. The chemistry between Sin and Mikayla isexplosive…author explored the personalities of this couple, but did not ignorethe sub characters. I loved this story and recommend it to everyone!”

4 Roses ~ Sensual Reads &Reviews…

"...aheart-warming delightful read. Kacey Hammell's writing is like fine chocolate;Smooth, sweet and a little decadent. I enjoyed this story very much..."

RRTE's Sinclair Reid said...

"…a moving anderotic tale about two people who have suffered losses and recovered. Sin andMikayla are perfect together, their attraction off the charts. And thesex...TNT!"

Sinclair heard the voice before he saw her.Her voice in itself was smooth, raspy and packed a hell of a punch to thegut. The vision before him—he wouldn’thave expected to have that voice. Des was correct, long flowing hair, and damn,she was hot. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he hoped to get a bit closer soon tohave a peek. About five-three in height, she was a itty bitty thing, but hervoice—he had to admit—Des had found him a woman who had more potential than thehundreds they had seen over the last few months.

Her voice called to him. He could close hiseyes, hear it and think of hot summer nights. The oohs and aahs in her lyricsbrought his visions of satin sheets and hot bodies to life with sound. He couldpicture lovers walking hand-in-hand and satin sheets with sweaty, writhingbodies making love.

The more she sang, the deeper his senses wenton full alert. She was drawing him in, which of course was a good thing for anysinger to capture his or her audience, but his libido was coming to life. Shewas seducing him.

He was finding it hard to settle his naughtythoughts and direct them to the task-at-hand.

He turned to look at Des, leaned closer so hecould hear him over the music. “She’s good, I’ll give her that. What do youknow about her?”

Des stood tall and proud, obviously verypleased for his find. “Emilio feltshe had something, too, and a demo of her landed on my desk. There was a note,unsigned, with After Hours addressand the nights she worked. I was in awe of her talent and wanted to see her inaction before wasting your time, though I was confident from what I heard onthe demo. She’s thirty, single, no kids, works here at night. Haven’t found outher day job as yet, if she even has one. I was here a couple nights ago, when you had that meeting with thebanker…?”

Sinclair nodded, eyes riveted to the stage.He was listening to Des but his eyes were drawn back to her.

“Anyway, the one waitress, Christine, told mea bit about her. But when I started asking more and more questions, like herday job, where she lived, she stopped talking and wouldn’t answer anythingelse.”

“Well, those kinds of questions, she probablythought you were a crazed stalker after her friend,” Sinclair reprimanded.

“Yeah well. I had to have answers. You canhear her. She’s perfect, Sin! You knowit, that intense look on your face is very telling.”

Sighing, Sinclair looked at his friend. “Shecan put on a good show and has power chords, but who’s to say she can do liveshows, night after night?” Sinclairneeded to remind Des that just because someone could carry a tune, hold a fewnotes didn’t mean that in front of large audiences and stadiums, in videos oron tour, that they could keep up and hold their own. Des might be a greatbusiness partner who had handled things for them solo over the last few years,but he often times let his emotions get the better of his common sense.

“Dammit, man. I wish you would take stufflike this from me seriously sometimes! She’s our girl. She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. You’d be a fool to be stubborn on this!”

“Okay, okay, I am listening. What else do youknow?”

“Her name is Mikayla Gallan. That, and what Ialready told you, is about all I do know.” Des looked toward the stage as sheheld the last note for what seemed like an eternity.

Sinclair looked around the nightclub. Not oneman in the room was paying any attention to their dates. Even the bartender andmale waiters had stopped to stare.

“Thankyou ladies and gentleman. I’m pleased to see so many familiar faces tonight.Sit back and enjoy,” camethe voice from onstage.

Even her speaking voice had a breathlessquality to it that sent shivers down Sinclair’s spine. That voice, it was whathe wanted. The rest of the package was more than he could ever have hoped to findattached to a voice like that.

Sinclair looked at Des. They stood looking atone another for at least thirty seconds. Sinclair had to admit that though Dessometimes let his emotions lead, there was no man he trusted more with hiscareer and life.

“See if you can get us backstage at somepoint tonight to meet this Mikayla Gallan. Let’s at least introduce ourselves,”Sinclair said, silently admitting defeat and giving in to his pal.

“Yes!” Des said, slapping Sinclair on theshoulder. “You will not regret this, Sin. I promise.” Des headed off to speakwith the bartender.

Sinclair looked back to the stage as thecrooning angel began the next song.

Unbeknownstto you, Mikayla Gallan, you are the only hope I have to stay in this business.I need you...more than you could possibly know.

Clothing Optional – Bizarre Christmas Traditions

2011-12-02T04:04:00.000-08:00

In Clothing Optional, Prism streaks for Christmas. Yep, she takes off all of her clothes and runs along the sidewalks naked. It is freezing cold where she lives but that makes the streaking all the more exciting.

One of my friends goes to a bad movie on Christmas Day. He scours review sites and chooses the worst reviewed movie available. These movies usually have talking animals or funny scenes meant to be scary. His dad did this with him for some reason, and now he continues the tradition.

Another friend eats pizza on Christmas Day. Her mother wasn’t much of a cook and pizza shops are always open, even on Christmas. Although my friend is a fabulous cook and has a big family of her own, she still orders pizza on Christmas Day.

My mom always gives all of her kids underwear for Christmas, like her mother gave her underwear every Christmas. I’m a big kid now, but my mom still sends me underwear. The first year I was married, I forgot to tell my new hubby about this bizarre tradition. The look on his face when he opened up the pack of tighty whities from my mom was priceless!

I love hearing about nontraditional Christmas traditions. What are yours?

Blurb:

Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector. Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of the planet.

Or so he thinks...

When Otho arrives at Prism's house three hours early and spots his blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.

Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.

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