Welcome Hope Tarr today

makeover_350Many thanks for having me here to chat about THE CINDERELLA MAKEOVER, the second novel in my Suddenly Cinderella Series of contemporary fairytale themed romances for Entangled Publishing.

Internationally famous fashion photographer, Francesca St. James (Ross’s ex from OPERATION CINDERELLA) gets considerably more than she bargained for when she leaves New York for Los Angeles to join the cast of a newly launched reality TV show as a fashion coach. “Project Cinderella” aims to remake fashion frogs into styling Cinderella princes and princesses. Silicon Valley CEO Contestant Gregory Knickerbocker is a geek with a heart of gold, a six-foot three leanly-muscled hunk in need of a mercy makeover. Fortunately Francesca loves nothing more than a challenge and serving as Greg’s “fashion fairy godmother” promises to be that and then some. Can a pair of vintage Saks Fifth Avenue red slippers help her look beyond Greg’s center-parted hair and gray hoodies to the Prince Charming that lies beneath? 


MEET Francesca St. James

Age: 34

Eye Color: Emerald green

Glasses or contacts: Neither
Weight: 118

Height: 5 foot 8
Type of body/build: tall & elegant
Skin tone: pale

Skin type: creamy
Shape of face: oval

Distinguishing Marks: none
Predominant feature: eyes

Hair color & type: shoulder-length black-brown waves
Character’s typical hairstyle: chignon
Resembles: Emily Blunt
Physical disabilities: jaded heart J

Favorite Book: SENSE AND SENSIBILITY by Jane Austin

Hometown: London, England

Extremely skilled at: fashion

Worst thing that could happen: wearing navy stockings with black shoes

Rainy day? Hot bath, good book

MEET Gregory Knickerbocker:

Age: 33

Eye Color: deep blue

Glasses or contacts: First glasses, then contacts
Weight: 175, later more

Height: 6 foot plus
Type of body/build: leanly muscled
Skin tone: medium

Shape of face: square-jawed

Distinguishing marks: none
Predominant feature: eyes

Hair color & type: black-brown, thick and straight
Character’s hairstyle: short
Resembles: a young Christopher Reeve
Physical disabilities: fashion disaster J

Favorite Book: THE TIPPING POINT by Malcolm Gladwell

Hometown: San Jose, California

Extremely skilled at: technology

Worst thing that could happen: server crashing

Rainy day: hacking code 

operation_350I hope readers in search of unusual heroes and heroines will love Francesca and Greg as much as I do. And, if you enjoy THE CINDERELLA MAKEOVER, please check out my previous Suddenly Cinderella releases: OPERATION CINDERELLA (Macie and Ross’s story) and the in-series novella, A CINDERELLA CHRISTMAS CAROL (Starr and Matt’s story).

Hope Tarr is the award-winning author of twenty historical and contemporary romance novels including THE CINDERELLA MAKEOVER, Book #2 in her Suddenly Cinderella Series of contemporary fairy-tale themed romance novels. Hope is also a cofounder and current principal of Lady Jane’s Salon™, New York City’s first, and so far only, monthly romance reading series now in its fifth year with five satellites nationwide. Visit Hope online at www.HopeTarr.com and www.LadyJaneSalonNYC.com as well as on Facebook (www.Facebook.com/HopeC.Tarr.com) and Twitter (@HopeTarr).

 

 

 

Welcome Jane Beckenham

HE'S THE ONE SAMHAIN

Hi and welcome to my blog, Jane Beckenham. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. 

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out? 

Hi Raine, thanks for having me here.  Right now I’m deep in revision mode of a contemporary.  In November my Entangled Publishing novel – THE BACHELOR PRINCE  is being released, plus I’m awaiting release dates of 3 of my books that have been contracted to a Manga company in Japan. So exciting times ahead.
How would you describe yourself using only five words?

Loyal, dedicated, loving, a painful perfectionist (sometimes) and exhausted.

 
Do you have any guilty pleasures?

Chocolate, but I try not to indulge.  I’ve actually also started to enjoy shopping!!!

 

If we asked your muse to describe you using five words, what do you think they would say?

Obsessive, dedicated, insecure, hardworking, oh yes, and exhausted!

Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.

I’ve just died my hair carrot red and I love it!

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Here in New Zealand, where life is good and green, or in Israel where it’s full of wonderful history.
How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

I don’t have time to say I don’t want to do it.  I just sit down, head down and get on with it.
If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why?

He’s the One is my best seller.  A writer friend – Sophia James – who read it phoned me one night and said she was ½ way through and loved it, then the next a.m. she phoned again and said that she had stayed up till the wee hours until she’d finished it.  She loved it and it was in her top five fave books – I burst into tears. 

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released? 

Sigh with relief!  And get down to write again.  And keep checking the sales rankings – sad puppy that I am. 

Could you tell us a couple of favorite books that inspired you to write?

As a child I adored Island of the Blue Dolphin, loved the story of King Arthur when a teacher read it to us at school.  I would lose myself in these stories – even though they’re completely different.

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be?

I’d love to write with Sophia James, with Sandra Hill.     Both write historical, and Sandra writes contemporary as well, and they’re very different voices.  But I love all their works.

 

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had?

About 10 years ago I was in hospital on bed rest for a month after surgery.  I saw this cloud go past and it inspired a book called To Kiss an Angel.  I imagined my angel falling from her cloud and wondering what happened.

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would they tell?

Oh goodness, probably that she should whip my … (you know what) so worked harder, longer, faster!

Are your characters able to love or do they need to be taught?

I think there is the ability, but each needs the right person to bring out that love ever-lasting. 

Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest?

Actually they all have an easy factory, I see the stories as a video in my head (yes call out the men in white coats!), the hardest – all of them too, at one point in time.

What can readers expect next from you?

THE BACHELOR PRINCE  is being released next, but I’ve already written one of the sister’s story, plus a Regency is in the works and another contemporary.  So lots in the works, just not enough hours in the day.

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add? 

If you want to get my newsletter/blog, go and sign up, it comes out weekly with news/interviews/general chit chat about the world.  And free books from time to time.

HE'S THE ONE SAMHAIN A little about He’s The One by Jane Beckenham

Virginity is overrated.

Taylor Sullivan doesn’t trust Cupid, but she plays one for a living. As a successful wedding consultant, she creates a couple’s ultimate fantasy—even though she’s never managed to create her own. And when her clients start asking her for wedding night advice, she’s sensible enough to know when to enlist help.

Cade Harper knows two things about women. They either abandon him, or use him as a walking bank. He doesn’t do commitment, and marriage is a dirty word—witness the string of broken hearts he’s left in his wake. Yet Taylor’s business proposition intrigues him. In exchange for one night of no-strings passion, she’ll develop a promotional plan for his business. Who could say no?

Never one to buy anything sight unseen, Taylor tests the waters with a kiss. In an instant she has the only answer she’s ever wanted—that Cade is the one she wants.

As business starts tumbling into pleasure, Cade finds himself falling hard and fast.

It’s a fantasy come true—if they can turn heartache into forever…

This book has been previously published.

Warning: Contains explicit, straight-to-the-heart sex between a hopeless romantic heroine and an abandon-all-hope hero. No need to dress up for this party—just curl up with a glass of bubbly and a box of tissues!

Teaser Excerpt:

The moment Cade turned, everything changed.

Cade Harper. Bad boy. One sexy guy.

Taylor’s voice stalled in her throat, and she knew, when his smiling eyes captured hers, she was in way over her head.

Cade wiped his hands on a cloth and again Taylor’s gaze followed. Long, lean fingers. Fingers that would touch… Oh, boy!

He smiled. “You wanted to see me?”

She nodded and felt herself drowning in that smile. His dark eyes twinkled, a swirl of gold and chocolate brown. Just like Hershey Kisses.

Kisses!

Yep. She was definitely going under.

“Lady, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve got a bar to run,” he said, grabbing a knife and cutting a lemon into wafer-thin slices.

Taylor shook herself. Okay. Come on. Just say it. “I’ve got a favor to ask.”

“Ask away then,” he said, not looking up.

Taylor burned and eyed the milling crowd. “Actually, it’s a proposition.”

He definitely looked then, and his gaze focused on her. He placed the razor-sharp knife on the cutting board. His mouth quirked at one corner, smiling, gaze assessing. “Sounds intriguing.”

Sounds stupid.

He leant forward and rested both hands on the bar, the flex and tension in his forearms a powerful tease. Taylor swallowed hard.

“Is there anywhere we can talk—privately?”

“Out back in the den.” He flicked a hand toward a door behind the bar.

“More like going into the lion’s den,” she muttered.

“You say something?”

“Ah…no.” She dropped her gaze. Damn. Why hadn’t she chosen a different career? One where her clients didn’t ask about sex?

Holding herself stiff and feeling as if all eyes followed her movements, she walked behind the bar. As she brushed past him, the musky scent of his cologne teased her senses. Taylor willed the butterflies dancing a tango in her stomach to abate. They didn’t listen.

No more than a storeroom with boxes piled high along three of its four walls and a desk barely visible beneath a pile of papers and computer sheets, this room wore many different hats.
Every word Taylor had practiced dissolved from her memory as Cade closed the door behind him. The soft click of the latch echoed a thousand-fold. She spun around. He leant against the door, arms folded across his formidable chest, his gaze candid. He looked dangerous—but very delicious.

Buy at Samhain Publishing

About the Author:

In books, author Jane Beckenham discovered dreams and hope, stories that inspired in her a love of romance and happy ever after. Years later, after a blind date, Jane found her own true love and married him eleven months later.

Life has been a series of “dreams” for Jane. Dreaming of learning to walk again after spending years in hospital. Dreaming of raising a family and subsequently flying to Russia to bring home her two adopted daughters. And of course, dreaming of writing.

Writing has become Jane’s addiction—and it sure beats housework.

You can contact Jane via her web site www.janebeckenham.com or email her atneiljane@ihug.co.nz.

Welcome Sarah Cass

 

ChangingTracks_SM

Hi and welcome to my blog, Sarah Cass. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. 

*Sarah grins and takes a margarita.*  Why thank you.  I always love a hunky cabana boy welcome, so does the muse.  It makes her feel at home.

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?  

Well, my first novel, Changing Tracks just released in February, and it’s the start of a series so I’m working on book 2 (edits) and book 4 (re-writing) as we speak.  Just last week, the anthology HerStory released with a short story of mine called An Uncivil War in it. I’m about to dive into edits on my standalone novella Masked Hearts for its April release.  Outside of my contracted work I have two works in progress going now, both very different genres than my currently contracted works.

 

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released? 

A party in my pants. ~giggle~  No, seriously.  I just do a little dance at home, and my husband and I usually go out to dinner.  Unfortunately as I’ve just started this career I haven’t the funds or time to have a celebratory ritual yet.  I plan on starting that once my series gets moving with book 2’s release.

 

 

What influenced you to get published? How long did it take for your first book to get published? 

I was writing for fun, without any designs on getting published.  A friend suggested that my story was really good and I should try to get published.  I dove in without the faintest idea what I was getting into.  It took me seven years from that first floundering story to get published.  I started when traditional pub and agents were the only way to go, but the publishing world, and my writing, evolved a lot.  I might have gotten published much sooner if I’d stopped clinging to my first novel like a two year old with a candy bar. I really wanted Lisabeth to work – but I was too attached and couldn’t see the flaws.  Once I moved on, I was able to create my Dominion Falls series which was publishable two years ago, but I went the agent route first and then decided I was tired of waiting on long-long-long delayed responses (seriously, one of them had my ms for a year and a half and never responded to my ‘I have an offer’ nudges), and dove into the smaller press world – and I’ve never regretted that for a minute.

 

Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest? 

Hmmm, trick question.  They are all very easy and very difficult.

Honestly, my Dominion Falls series was mostly very easy to write.  I wrote the original trilogy in a span of about two months, and the 2 follow up sequels in one month.  But, Book 2 (Derailed due out in July) is always a very difficult book for me because, being that it’s the middle of the trilogy there is a lot of emotional upheaval and one scene near the end breaks me up every time.

The hardest for me would be Masked Hearts because it was a first for me in many ways. I have a tendency to write series, and very long books.  I wanted to challenge myself. So I planned for it to be under 50k, and I prepared a timeline – which I never do in first drafts. I tried to make it close to publishable in first draft so there was no rewrite. I pretty much accomplished all those goals, and while it was really tough for me, that story went from concept to contract in 3 months time, a record for me.

 

Could you tell us a couple of favorite books that inspired you to write? 

My first true inspiration into not only my (typical) genre but into reading and stories all together was the Little House series. Beyond that my reading preference is so wide and varied, it’s hard to nail down favorites. A Discovery of Witches was one of my most recent favorites as is the Mercy Thompson series; but I’ve read everything from Shakespeare, to Harry Potter to Long Time Coming (by Jennifer James). I definitely have to include Jennifer in there because it was because of her that I found the motivation to keep going when I was thinking of quitting – we found each other randomly on the internet and she pulled me into a critique group and my life has been forever different since.

 

Is music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind to write certain stories? 

Oh yeah. Music is required. I can’t write and watch TV, or talk or anything, but music is essential. It sets the right frame of mind.  If I’m writing one of my HWR’s I use love songs, if I’m working on my PNR or Steampunk it goes into the hard rock territory. I can’t write without my music. It feels wrong, somehow.

 

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be? 

Hm, that’s a tough call.  I’m already collaborating with a few. I co-write with my good friend, Mary Terrani, and my crit group is working on a project together.  But a dream project? Odd as it sounds, I’d have to say Stephen King. I write some horror but I think working with him I could write some kick ass horror.

 

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had? 

Another tough call. All my inspiration is pretty random. Plus, much of it is really macabre. The inspiration for Masked Hearts came from reading about an Indian massacre. The inspiration for my steamp-punky UF/Fractured fairy tale came from playing a video game.  It helps that I like to mix genres because my inspiration often leads me in weird places.

 

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would they tell? 

What do you mean, IF?  That crazy loon talks behind my back all the dang time.  LOL. She says I’m lazy and undisciplined and moody.  Then again, she could be talking about herself with that – she’s the one that likes to run off to Mexico and get drunk on tequila.

 

Other than writing, what are some of your passions in life? 

My kids & husband, of course. Beyond that? Well, you name it.  I’ve been in theater (singing & dancing, I miss them terribly).  I sew, knit, crochet, and do photography to name a few things.

 

What books are currently on your nightstand?

 

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – I’ve been rereading the series.  I’m also reading Hunger Embraced by Jennifer James and Silent Tears by Lacie Nation.

 

What can readers expect next from you? 

Well, obviously as mention, they can look forward to Masked Hearts next month and the rest of my series – books 2 & 3 will be out in July and September. I’m also working on that fractured fairytale and hope to have it done before the end of summer and ready for submission. It has good possibility to be a series, but right now I just need to get through Into a Mirror Darkly.

 

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?  

In my everyday life I blog over at Redefining Perfect:
http://redefiningperfect.com

My author blog is Sarah’s StoryLines:
http://authorsarahcass.com

You can also find me on Facebook:
http://facebook.com/SarahCass.Author

And on twitter:
http://twitter.com/sadiecass

 

ChangingTracks_SMBlurb:

There’s nothing simple about forgetting your past.

Cole Mitchell runs the busiest saloon and brothel in Dominion Falls. He keeps his women at a distance, unwilling to relive a past he worked hard to forget.

Until the night Jane Doe falls into his saloon bleeding and near death.  She wakes with no memory, only the firm belief someone tried to kill her. In the strange world of amnesia she manages to find solace in Cole’s arms and he finds home in hers.

While they work together to solve the mystery of her appearance, their pasts – her lack of, and his buried – build a barrier between them.

To make matters worse, Jane’s past isn’t willing to let her go. A stranger proves he’ll kill to keep his secrets safe. With those she loves in danger, Jane’s errant memory is all that stands between them and death.  Cole can only do so much to protect her, will it be enough?

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Excerpt:

She slammed the door to her room, only to come face to face with Cole. The shriek escaped before she could stop it.

“Jane.”

“Blast, Cole. You scared the daylights out of me.”

“Sorry. Took the shortcut.”

“Please, just go. I can’t think straight. I can’t.” She couldn’t. The way her head kept spinning, conversation wouldn’t be possible.

He didn’t argue, but he didn’t leave either. Once again she found his arms tight around her. In one swift move, he provided a sanctuary against the turmoil. For several minutes he helped her find peace.

Selfishly she soaked in it. Relieved to have just a few minutes to ignore her past that had just shown up on her doorstep. Forget a man who claimed to be her husband. That she was no longer a nameless person.

“I hate saying it.”

“Then don’t.” Jane Doe wasn’t real. This Clara was. Jane didn’t want to give up everything she’d gained. But she couldn’t turn her back on her past. With a sigh, she rested her head against his chest. “Sorry. I’m overwhelmed.”

“I get that. He seems like he means it, though. Did you hear him?”

“I couldn’t hear anything. It’s just too much. I don’t know how to do this.”

“He said he ain’t seen you in seven years. That you left one day and he never saw you again. It was winter. He thought you’d died out there.” Cole’s finger hooked under her chin. “It scares you. Knowing something.”

“Just as much as knowing nothing. I just started to feel like a real person.”

“Feel damn real to me.”

 

 

Welcome Vanessa Johnston

Beautiful woman in waterThe Handmaiden’s Choice by Vanessa Johnston 

As the favorite handmaiden to Queen Magda, Raelene enjoys her status and the life she has. But now that The Great Contest had begun, she questions the laws of the country of Magdalith and the queen she serves after falling in love with one of the contestants––who loves her in return. Not only is this forbidden if anyone discovers their love, their lives, especially Raelene’s, will be in jeopardy. Meeting in secret, they plot their escape from the palace. But with few resources, where can they go? When a handsome envoy from an unknown kingdom appears at Court, Raelene wonders if she can prevail on this stranger for help. But will her attraction for him complicate things even more?

Adult Excerpt for The Handmaiden’s Choice (5 flames): 

“You shouldn’t say that. It’s forbidden.”

But forbidden or not, Clarid put his arm around her and drew her close. So close Raelene could feel his heart beat against her breasts. He put his hands on her buttocks. He kissed her mouth and then her naked breasts as he pressed his penis against her body. She felt hot between her legs. “I want to couple with you,” she said.

“I am special to you, aren’t I?” he said.

“Yes. But it must be our secret. There is a corridor beyond. Follow me.” She took his hand and led him down another hallway, this more dimly lit than the one they had just come from.

Clarid lost no time. He scooped her into his arms. With her back to the wall, he pressed his penis against her. “Your body is a perfect fit for me. Your breasts tantalize me.”

Raelene grabbed his buttocks and squeezed it. “Oh, you feel so good,” she said, spreading her legs against his. “But wait,” she cried. She stepped away from him and put her mouth on his penis. She licked and sucked on the tip of it, for the rest of it was too large to fit inside her mouth.

“Oh! I’m so glad you’re sucking on me,” he moaned.

She looked up at him and smiled. “I had to do that. I couldn’t wait anymore.” She gave his penis another kiss. Then holding on to his shoulders, she lifted herself up and straddled her legs around his torso. “Oh, enter me,” she whispered. “Now, before someone comes.”

He pulled apart her loincloth and put his penis inside her vagina slowly. “Am I too big?” he whispered.

“No. You’re wonderful. Oh, push into me.”

And he did, his gigantic penis thrusting deep inside her, making her vagina tremble with delight. “Oh, never stop,” she cried. Her body shook until it became one giant orgasm of pleasure. The world as she knew it ceased to exist. She experienced only this amazing convergence of their bodies.

Clarid grinded and pounded his penis into her, while his mouth sucked on her nipples as he moved faster and faster inside her––until he burst. Raelene felt her lust turn into joy. This was not just coupling. This was magic.

With no cushions to lie on, they clung to each other. They didn’t move for some time. Clarid’s penis stayed inside her vagina, her legs still straddled his torso. Finally, Raelene realized quite a bit of time had passed. “I think we better separate our bodies, or we’ll soon be discovered.” She kissed Clarid’s ear as she slipped her legs down to the floor. They rearranged their loincloths to cover themselves. “We have to act as if nothing has happened,” she said.

“Yes, though I hope we can make what hasn’t happened, happen again––soon.”

Raelene smiled. “You’re clever…and a delight. And I wish it could happen again, now. Just the sound of your voice makes my vagina ache with longing.”

He put his hand inside her loincloth and squeezed her vulva. “I wish it too. See…I’m stiff again.” He pulled out his penis.

Raelene stroked it and massaged his testicles. “It’s so hard, but we have to wait––have to get to the dormitory. Oh, how I ache for you.”

“Please. I can’t wait. I have to put my penis inside you now.”

“Hurry, then!”

He pressed her against the wall and opened the lips of her vagina with his hands. She grabbed his penis and put it inside her there. How good it felt to have him thrust himself inside her again.      “Your penis is so exquisite. Oh, move it faster. Oh.”

Her body shook with chills and then with fever. She caressed his buttocks. She bit his neck. And still the pleasure from his penis amazed her as it had the first time. He began to move his penis in a circular motion. She moaned with ecstasy, her vagina pulsating with sensations not even imagined before. And when he ejaculated, it felt as if the sky opened up and swallowed her.

But footsteps––

Quickly, they disengaged, with hardly time to catch their breath. Raelene saw a man wander into the corridor. He didn’t look like a contestant or a servant. He wore a shirt made of gold threads––she could see it gleaming under the light from the torch. His hair––the strangest thing about him––grew all over his head. He didn’t have his head shaved.

Raelene pressed herself against the wall, covering her breasts. Clarid turned toward the wall too. The man didn’t see them hiding in the shadows. He went down another corridor, his footsteps receding until they couldn’t hear them anymore.

“I wonder who that was,” Raelene whispered. “We took too much of a chance. But such an amazing chance.”

Clarid nodded. “I would risk everything for another chance like that.”

Buy links:

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BEMDM0S

Barnes&Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/the-handmaiden-s-choice?store=ebook&keyword=the+handmaiden%27s+choice

All Romance Ebooks:  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thehandmaiden039schoice-1057426-146.html

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Vanessa FBAbout the Author:

Vanessa Johnston is an actress who lives in California. When not writing or acting, she paints abstracts and enjoys nature walks.

Other Erotic Romance Books by Vanessa Johnston,

from Secret Cravings Publishing are:

A Special Night and Dangerous Interlude

Follow Vanessa Johnston at

http://vanessajohnstonwrites.blogspot.com also Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Vanessa.Johnston.writer Twitter: v_johnston_xx

 

On Valentine’s Day is out!

Valentine Anthology Cover

 

It is out and earlier than we expected. You can find the e-copy at the following places

All Romance.
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-onvalentine039sday-1044936-145.html

And it’s a best seller there too!

Amazon:  
http://www.amazon.com/On-Valentines-Day-ebook/dp/B00B2C6MEI/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358512233&sr=1-1&keywords=on+valentine%27s+day

Smashwords: 
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/276033

Go forth and check out the wonderful stories in this wonderful anthology.

Once I know it is available in print, I will let you know.

 

 

Welcome Helena Harker Today

Art of DesireHi and welcome to my blog, Helena Harker. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. 

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out? 

Ellora’s Cave just released my cougar Quickie, “Art of Desire.” I also have a steampunk novella coming out with them soon. It’s called “Carnal Devices”, but I don’t have an official release date yet. My BDSM story, “The Whip-Maker” was also released recently (from Secret Cravings). So I’ve been busy lately!

 

How would you describe yourself using only five words? 

Impatient, imaginative, irritable, absent-minded, lazy (Those aren’t very good things, are they? But they’re the first words that came to mind! LOL!)

 

If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say? 

Watch out! Will bite when provoked.

 

Do you have any guilty pleasures? 

Chocolate. Chocolate. More chocolate. ANYTHING that is chocolate.

 

Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.

I used to take pole dancing lessons. It was fun, but really hard! I got tons of bruises from banging myself repeatedly on the pole.

 

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? 

London, England. I lived there for 3 months, and I’d love to go back on a permanent basis.

 

How do you get yourself in the mood to write? 

I don’t need to. I just sit in front of the laptop and the ideas start to flow. Some days the ideas flow better than others, but I look at writing as a job, and I find I get a lot more done that way!

 

Can you share with us your typical writing day.  Is there anything you have to have while writing? 

I write in snatches whenever I have the time. Since I’m a teacher, I might write in the morning at work and then do my class prep in the evening. When the kids are in bed at 7, I jump on the laptop and write for about 3 hours.

 

Who are some of your favorite authors? 

Philip Pullman, PC Cast, Kristen Callihan. I love stories that deal with the paranormal and sweep me away into new worlds.

 

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?

Hmmm, let’s see. Kristen Callihan’s Moonglow. I read Firelight and now I have to read Moonglow!

 

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released? 

My erotica identity is top secret, so I don’t do anything special.

 

Do you have a favorite TV show you can’t miss? 

Dexter, The Big Bang Theory and True Blood. I am addicted to all three. Otherwise, I don’t watch much TV at all. When I quit watching TV, my writing output increased a lot!

 

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had?

Probably from some episodes of MythBusters, when I try to plan out these crazy stunts for my spy stories. They had a segment on how to trick a fingerprint ID lock, and I used that in one of my chapters. Lately, I also found an article online about these metal devices that men put on their penises in Victorian times to stop “nocturnal emissions.” I plan to write an M/M story about that device!

 

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would he/she tell?

Oh my, probably about the amount of research I do about how to murder people without leaving any evidence behind, about all the sex toy research I do, etc., a whole lot of stuff I don’t really want the average person to know about me.

 

Art of Desire“Art of Desire” blurb:

When Jenna runs into a former student she used to have a crush on, she decides to make her lusty fantasies a reality. Justin is studying Fine Arts in university, and when he asks Jenna to pose nude for a sculpture, her inner cougar tells her to go for it. But while Jenna can’t wait to teach him how to pleasure an older woman, Justin turns the tables and decides to teach her the art of patience.

“Art of Desire” excerpt:

His arctic-blue eyes met mine, and shivers of recognition danced through me.

I hadn’t seen him in a year, but it felt like only days. As gorgeous as ever, Justin arched his brows in surprise, giving me a shy smile before pouring red wine into two long-stemmed glasses.

So he worked as a bartender in a hotel restaurant. Maybe I’d ask him for a Sex on the Beach or better yet, a Screaming Orgasm. I grinned. Still eyeing his dirty-blond hair, neatly trimmed beard and square jaw—God, I’d love to trail my fingers along that jaw—I walked to the bar, swept my short ruffled skirt under me and sat down. Long, black hair fell past my shoulders. I tucked a few strands behind my ear, glad I’d taken extra time this morning to apply Bold Bordeaux, my favorite shade of lipstick, and matching eye shadow.

Hey, scrumptious, I wanted to say, but opted for a more acceptable, “Hi, Justin, how have you been?” My teeth snagged on my lower lip, and butterflies came alive in my stomach. Why the hell was I this nervous?

Because he’s half your age, my conscience snapped. And in case you’ve forgotten, he’s your student.

Former student, my inner cougar growled back. He graduated last June, remember?

“Hi, Mrs. Fall—”

“Jenna!” I corrected him. No need for formalities, especially since they reminded me of my age. “I’m not your teacher anymore.”

“Jenna,” he said slowly, savoring every syllable as it rolled off his tongue. He returned the bottle to its shelf and offered me the wine list. “Great to see you. I’m going to the University of Montreal now. I started a massage therapy program last summer, but I quit. Needed something more intellectually stimulating.”

Oh I could stimulate you in all kinds of ways, the cougar inside me purred.

In my media class, he’d always made insightful comments about current events, and he eagerly dissected social issues. University suited him better than massage school. Although massage school had its perks. I pictured myself lying on a table, a towel draped over me from the waist down, Justin’s oiled palms sliding down my back, and then creeping under the towel, reaching all the way to my ass. In long, firm strokes, his hands glided upward, along my spine, past my shoulders, his thumbs working at the muscles, melting the tension at the base of my neck. Another smooth descent, his touch making me wet, his index finger slipping into my crack, still lower, until it dipped into my moist folds. My definition of bliss.

The waitress whisked the wineglasses off the bar. Except for two other women chatting away in cozy armchairs by the window, the place was empty. Good. We had privacy.

Whip-Maker“The Whip-Maker” blurb:

Bad-ass Bella is always on the defensive and sick of being burned by guys who run out on her after a month. When she’s given a Psychology assignment on the connection between pleasure and pain, she ends up doing research at Sextravaganza, smack in the middle of the BDSM section. She meets Darius, a sexy whip-maker who’s more than willing to give her a practicum on pain. Yet Darius has an unexpected soft side, and his particular method of inflicting pain produces highly unexpected—and highly pleasurable—results. He knows a bit about psychology himself, and he’s determined to convince Bella to let down her guard and let him into her life.

Welcome Amber Skyze today

Hi and welcome to my blog, Amber Skyze.  Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  Thanks so much for having me here today, Raine.

So tell us a little about yourself. First of all I’m a mother, wife and writer. I’m forced to work a dreaded day job.

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?  My newest release is a M/M. Grant the main hero is a detective and he’s on the hunt for a serial killer. He’s also battling the repercussions of coming out at work.

If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say? Warning – will love you endlessly unless you cross me and then you better sleep with one eye open.

Do you have any guilty pleasures? Yes, Butterfingers and licorice

Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you. I’m a survivor of domestic abuse.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? California.

How do you get yourself in the mood to write? If I waited for the mood to strike me I’d never write. LOL

Can you share with us your typical writing day.  Is there anything you have to have while writing? I get up before the family and I try to get an hour of writing in. I try again when the baby goes down her for first nap.

Who are some of your favorite authors? I’m a huge Maya Banks fan, I enjoy all of Jayne Rylon’s books and my new writing partner Katalina Leon. I feel blessed to be writing with such an extraordinary writer.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for? Oh man, my Kindle is full of books.

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released? I used to buy myself a new CD or the hubby would take me out to dinner. Now I’m just boring and don’t really do anything.

Do you have a favorite TV show you can’t miss? I’m currently addicted to Chicago Fire.

If you could date any character from any book, who would it be and why-no it doesn’t have to be from your books? I’d date Nathan Donovan from Splashing Good Time my first EC book. I wrote the book about a guy I once knew. ;)

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had? Hmmm, nothing yet.

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would he/she tell? She’s a procrastinator!!!!

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add? 

Thanks so much for allowing me to be here today!

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Out to Protect by Amber Skyze

Loose Id

Suspense M/M

http://www.loose-id.com/out-to-protect.html

Blurb:

Someone is killing prostitutes and Grant Wesson has been assigned to find out who the killer is. Problem is he just came out to his best friend and partner. Ralph didn’t take it so well, so Grant’s been reassigned to the new kid on the block, Parker Townsend.

Parker is young, sexy and very much in the closet. Grant fights the growing attraction he’s feeling for his new partner, until Parker changes things up. He wants to break the rules and have sex with his new partner.

Against his better judgment, Grant agrees. It’s the hottest sex either of them has ever had, but it’s a distraction. The killer has Grant in his sights. Parker promises to protect him, but it’s his heart that needs protecting.

Excerpt:

“I’ve got to be a fucking fool.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, knowing the gelled look was ruined.

“Fool for what?”

Grant spun around, surprised to see Ralph behind him. He hadn’t heard him enter the room. How long had he been standing there? Had he said anything that would reveal what he was about to confess? The air grew heavy; the walls seemed to draw closer. Grant felt a panic attack coming on.

He walked over to the table and took a seat.

“You don’t look so good, partner. Are you sick?”

Was he sick? Possibly.

“Is it hot in here?”

Ralph shrugged. “The air seems to be working.”

Grant struggled to breathe. He slowly took a deep breath.

“Do you need me to call medical? You don’t look so hot. You’re white as a ghost.”

Somehow Grant felt that was an understatement. He felt physically ill. Nausea rolled in his stomach, threatening to charge up and out his mouth.

“I’ll be okay in a minute.” He needed water. “Just give me a sec.”

“Sure.” Ralph took a seat and tapped his hands on the table.

Grant shook his head. Ralph was always a restless person. He tapped his hands on his legs or on the dashboard if he wasn’t driving. It surprised Grant that Ralph wasn’t a beat officer. Walking the streets would give him the opportunity to get the excess energy out.

After a few deep breaths, his nerves started to subside. He had to get this off his chest and tell Ralph the truth. In the end he prayed it would be all right. They were not only partners; they were friends.

Grant slapped the table louder than he expected.

Ralph jumped.

“Shit, if you wanted my attention, you could’ve cleared your throat or something,” Ralph said.

“Sorry.”

“Now you have my full attention. What’s this meeting all about?”

The time had arrived. Grant had dreaded this moment for the last ten years but knew he couldn’t keep the information from his partner another day.

Here goes nothing.

“I’m gay,” Grant said.

“Ha-ha. What, am I being punked or something?” Ralph looked around the room as if he expected a camera crew to pop out of the corners.

He looked at Ralph, the guy who had protected him many times over the last ten years. The image of Ralph standing over him while he bled from a gunshot wound came to the forefront. Ralph had given him words of encouragement while holding the bleeding wound on Grant’s leg. Ralph had kept Grant calm through the pain, and damn it had been painful. That was the first time he’d been shot. Grant had had a few superficial wounds over the years. Par for the course when one was a police officer. Ralph, on the other hand, had always been the lucky one. He’d never experienced what it felt like to be shot.

Ralph stared at Grant. “What the fuck? Where are the cameras?”

“You’re not being punked. I’m being serious, Ralph.”

“What are you fucking talking about? Are you saying you’ve just discovered you’re gay? ’Cause if that’s what you’re trying to tell me, you’re fucking wrong. I’ve known you all these years, and you ain’t queer.”

What I got going on right now Writing Wise

What I got going on story wise from me from now until early January

On Valentine’s story-Falling For You’ to finish and get in for editing.
Finish Mistletoe Magic (Devon Falls 6) for Secret Cravings Publishing
Finish Second Chances-my first attempt of self-publishing (Contemporary/Western M/M)

Get started on book seven of Devon Falls series-A Devon Falls Wedding for Secret Cravings Publishing

Yeah I am ambitious…now if the muse would stop sending me story ideas until I get these done I will be all set. LOL

Falling For You is coming in February 2013

Ok, I finally got the book blurb for my Valentine’s themed story for the On Valentine’s Day Anthology worked out. Title is still not quite right to my thinking but it’s growing on me. It’s a contemporary M/M story and I am shooting for 7-10K for this one or longer depending on how much the characters decide to go in the story.

Now here is your first glance at my new characters and their story…..

Mysterious roses keep popping up on Skye Everclear’s doorstep. No idea what is going, a little disturbed by this secret admirer, he tries to forget it all since he just got rid of the latest line of loser boyfriends and just wants to do his job at the local bakery. But when he meets his new neighbor, Marc Douglas, he finds himself drawn to the quiet young man even as he tries to not let his libido take over. But on Valentine’s Day, a mysterious rose again pops up with a note to meet his admirer that night. Will Skye take a chance that this time, love is right there waiting for him?

It’s a Backlist Blog Hop Weekend/Contest

Happy Friday all and welcome to the Backlist Blog hop. This weekend I am talking about my backlist of books (I have 6 right now), showing them some love and maybe getting some new readers too.

Today I am talking about my Valentine themed Devon Falls story, Red Hot Magic. it’s a sexy paranormal with light BDSM (Bondage) that leaves readers a bit breathless. :-)

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Isn’t the cover sexy? It got my main characters Raven and Jean-Claude perfectly and I love the Red Cinnamon hearts up in the corner too.

Today I am giving away this copy to one lucky reader so leave a comment to be entered to win it.

You can buy Red Hot Magic at Secret Cravings Publishing / All Romance / Bookstrand / Amazon Kindle / B&N Nook

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Now a little about Red Hot magic…..enjoy!

Raven Demarco has sworn off men after one too many disastrous dates and soon begins dreaming of a mystery man who makes her feel things that she never expects to feel again. When the auction comes closer, her sensual dreams become more than she can handle and she finds herself wishing her dream man would show up and sweep her off her feet. What will she do when the man himself comes to claim her: Heart, body and soul?

Jean-Claude LeFever is a dream walker and has searched for years for his mate and finally found her in Raven. With his seduction of her in her dreams driving them wild, he makes sure to come to Devon Falls and make her his for all time as time is running out for him and their love. If she doesn’t fall in love with him by midnight, Jean-Claude is destined to walk the planes of dreams for the next hundred years before finding his love again. Can he be able to steal her heart and make her his for all time? Or will it be too late for them?

Adult Teaser:

Soon it was time for the man of the hour. It seemed the energy in the room went up a hundredfold. The women looked as if they eagerly awaited a rock star.

Raven saw from the corner of her eye, Jenna smiling at Marc craftily. They were up to something, but what was beyond her grasp at the moment. Raven turned her full attention to the stage where the most magnificent man walked amid the catcalls and cheers, so supremely handsome that he took her breath away.

That chiseled face and those bright eyes…the rock-hard body in a tux tailored to look as if made just for him…the way he walked… sex on legs, all hot and molten.

God, when he turned around, the room went in a tizzy with screams. Man, did he have a nice, tight ass. Raven almost came right then and there when she thought about how her hands would feel holding on to those cheeks. It was a perfect ass in her opinion—perfect to grab, wrap her legs around, and never let go of.

The bidding started with a furious passion, and soon it soared over a thousand dollars.

“Go ahead, honey, bid on the man!” Jenna encouraged as she practically climbed out of her seat with excitement. “The dog is so cute, with its scrunched face. The colors are amazing on the Boxer. I know how you like that breed.”

Raven blinked. The man looked right at her from the end of the runway. Gulping quickly, she raised her paddle to bid twelve hundred dollars on him.

Before she knew it, she was in a bidding war with Hailey Meredith.

“Two thousand,” Raven called out.

The crowd roared as each bid went up even more.

“Two thousand five hundred!” Hailey’s voice called out.

Raven gulped and bid the last amount she knew she could afford and prayed as hard as she could, never taking her eyes off this man. “Three thousand dollars!”

The crowd groaned as no one bid again. As the gavel went down once…twice…three times, Raven almost fell off her chair in shock. The gavel rang down as sold…to her!

Stunned disbelief raced across her face as Jean-Claude came down the stairs, with Jeb. He looked at her and smiled a slow, sexy grin all too familiar…yet he was still a stranger.

Oh my god! I just won that sex god!