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Blurb:
Melody Manning’s workaholic ambition, coupled with a slave-driving former boss, has made her the youngest market analyst in her firm. It’s also killed her personal life, including losing her fiancé. When she receives a message from him on New Year’s Eve announcing his engagement to another woman, Mel loses it. Her new, more compassionate boss has the perfect solution for her—get laid. Good and laid.
At his suggestion, she signs up with the 1Night Stand service, listing her deepest sexual desires on the application. A speedy response from Madame Eve has Melody on her way to Sonoma Valley wine country and a one-night stand with a mysterious Dom.
The sexy, masked Master promises to get to the bottom of her guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand. After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?
Excerpt
The following excerpt has been bleeped out to make it a PG-13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for minors. Thank you.
Mel sucked in a breath, and opened the door. The darkened room flickered with the light of at least a dozen candles. She squinted as she walked in. The smell of incense and roses wafted in the air. Her sight adjusted, and the darker shadows of the space became visible. She scanned the scene.
In the middle of the room sat an oversized bed covered in black velvet and satin. Her arms and legs quivered. A roughly made wooden table stood with two straight-backed chairs in the corner, and a tray of appetizing food awaited.
She stood frozen, anticipating his appearance. Her heart thumped in her chest. Was he hiding? She began to turn—
“Do not turn around, Miss Manning.” His voice whispered against her ear.
She jumped at the husky sound, but didn’t try to move away.
He ran his hands across her shoulders and trailed his fingers down her bare arms. “Are you frightened, kitten?”
Her skin tingled at his simple, but intimate touch. The heat from his massive body radiated against her back though he never made contact with it. Although she couldn’t see him, his presence filled the room, and the walls seemed to shrink at his closeness. “I’m a little scared. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I guess you do—”
His finger glided up her shoulder to press against her lips and his whispered rebuke filled her ear. “Silence.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure and fear mingled in her mind and over her skin. She wanted so bad to turn her head and look at him, but somehow she knew she shouldn’t.
The spicy masculine scent of him filled the air, and his moist, heavy breath sent waves of heat down her neck. “During this portion of the evening you will only speak when asked a direct question, and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Understand?”
Concentrating on his words, she had to strain to hear him over her pounding heart but nodded. In the dim light of the candles, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremities and every place in between.
“There’s nothing to be frightened of.”
He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to her nape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitive skin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and throbbed. The mystery of him enticed her as much as his touch and scent.
He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. She melted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant, carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing the chill of fear.
“I’m going to remove your dress.”
“Okay.” The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvet baritone held a familiar lilt she couldn’t place, but surely if she’d heard that sexy sound before, she’d remember. Right now she was so aroused, it could be her high school boyfriend and she wouldn’t know—or care.
“Okay, what?”
Her body tensed at his rebuke. “Okay, Sir.”
“You have enough discipline coming this evening for past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let’s not complicate matters by increasing their number. All right?”
“All right, Sir.” She sucked in a breath at the mention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that mean to him?
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Blurb:
Melody Manning’s workaholic ambition, coupled with a slave-driving former boss, has made her the youngest market analyst in her firm. It’s also killed her personal life, including losing her fiancé. When she receives a message from him on New Year’s Eve announcing his engagement to another woman, Mel loses it. Her new, more compassionate boss has the perfect solution for her—get laid. Good and laid.
At his suggestion, she signs up with the 1Night Stand service, listing her deepest sexual desires on the application. A speedy response from Madame Eve has Melody on her way to Sonoma Valley wine country and a one-night stand with a mysterious Dom.
The sexy, masked Master promises to get to the bottom of her guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand. After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?
Excerpt
The following excerpt has been bleeped out to make it a PG-13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for minors. Thank you.
Mel sucked in a breath, and opened the door. The darkened room flickered with the light of at least a dozen candles. She squinted as she walked in. The smell of incense and roses wafted in the air. Her sight adjusted, and the darker shadows of the space became visible. She scanned the scene.
In the middle of the room sat an oversized bed covered in black velvet and satin. Her arms and legs quivered. A roughly made wooden table stood with two straight-backed chairs in the corner, and a tray of appetizing food awaited.
She stood frozen, anticipating his appearance. Her heart thumped in her chest. Was he hiding? She began to turn—
“Do not turn around, Miss Manning.” His voice whispered against her ear.
She jumped at the husky sound, but didn’t try to move away.
He ran his hands across her shoulders and trailed his fingers down her bare arms. “Are you frightened, kitten?”
Her skin tingled at his simple, but intimate touch. The heat from his massive body radiated against her back though he never made contact with it. Although she couldn’t see him, his presence filled the room, and the walls seemed to shrink at his closeness. “I’m a little scared. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I guess you do—”
His finger glided up her shoulder to press against her lips and his whispered rebuke filled her ear. “Silence.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure and fear mingled in her mind and over her skin. She wanted so bad to turn her head and look at him, but somehow she knew she shouldn’t.
The spicy masculine scent of him filled the air, and his moist, heavy breath sent waves of heat down her neck. “During this portion of the evening you will only speak when asked a direct question, and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Understand?”
Concentrating on his words, she had to strain to hear him over her pounding heart but nodded. In the dim light of the candles, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremities and every place in between.
“There’s nothing to be frightened of.”
He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to her nape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitive skin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and throbbed. The mystery of him enticed her as much as his touch and scent.
He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. She melted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant, carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing the chill of fear.
“I’m going to remove your dress.”
“Okay.” The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvet baritone held a familiar lilt she couldn’t place, but surely if she’d heard that sexy sound before, she’d remember. Right now she was so aroused, it could be her high school boyfriend and she wouldn’t know—or care.
“Okay, what?”
Her body tensed at his rebuke. “Okay, Sir.”
“You have enough discipline coming this evening for past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let’s not complicate matters by increasing their number. All right?”
“All right, Sir.” She sucked in a breath at the mention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that mean to him?
Book Spotlight: Fall in Love by Melissa Kendall
Fall In Love
Melissa Kendall
Michael Dunbar runs his family’s cattle station in the far north of Western Australia. Station life is lonely and he wishes there was a way he could find a companion that wouldn’t mind living the outback life with him. In hopes of finding a woman, Michael heads to Broome for a few weeks holiday. What he finds is something he never expected.
Mia Mason is a Perth girl who longs to leave the city behind for a life in the country.
Can two like minds fall in love? Only destiny knows.
About The Author:
Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.
She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.
Blog:
http://mkendallauthor.blogspot.com.au
Twitter: @mkendallauthor
Excerpt:
The white sands and the deep-blue sea of Cable Beach never ceased to amaze me. As a child we’d visited Broome a couple of times for family holidays, though we had a pond at home, it was nothing compared to the ocean.
As I admired the scenery around me, I saw a camel train headed my way. Of all the things I’d experienced on previous visits to Broome, a camel ride wasn’t one of them. I decided I’d correct that on my trip.
Just as the camels passed by, the wind whipped something at my face. It scared the crap out of me. At once I grabbed the item and held it out in front of me—a straw hat. I searched around for an owner.
When I glanced up, I saw a stunning, petite brunette looking down at me from her seat on one of the camels. She appeared very apologetic as the camel train continued to move forward. I ran to catch up with the sluggish animals and I handed the hat back to the beautiful woman, feeling lucky I was tall enough to reach.
“Thank you,” she said as she tried to shake my hand.
It worried me she might fall off the camel as she reached for my hand, so, I just waved her away and said, “You’re welcome.”
I watched the camels continue up the beach for a little ways before I resumed my walk.
As I walked along the beach, every now and then, the waves lapped on to my feet. My mind wandered to the brown haired beauty perched on the camel’s back. I could tell from her thank you she had an Aussie accent. I wondered where she was from, or if I would ever see her again. If ever there were a woman whose beauty optimised what I viewed as perfection, she would be it. Her beauty was natural and understated, not marred by tonnes of make-up. And, although she was by no means fat, she wasn’t one of those stick thin girls you see with absolutely no curves. I wasn’t one to shy away from the fact I liked my women with curves.
I walked for about an hour then sat down on the beach and watched the red and yellow colours dance across the sky as the sun sank below the horizon.
After a while, I became hungry so I headed back to the hotel to grab some dinner at the restaurant.
One of the main things I looked forward to during my holiday was the chance to eat something other than meat and vegetables for dinner. Don’t get me wrong, my mum was a great cook and no one did a better steak and mash than her. However, they say variety is the spice of life and I planned to spice up my life with many different dishes.
I headed back to my room to change before dinner. After a quick shower to rid myself of the salt from the beach, I pulled on a pair of well-worn jeans and a button-down shirt. I rolled the sleeves up to my elbows and on my way out the door, I grabbed the book I brought to read while I ate.
Though dining alone wasn’t one of my favourite things, I’d done it quite a few times. After the first couple of times I sat bored and twiddled my thumbs as I waited for my food, I now found time passed quicker if I had a book to read. This time around, I’d brought with me the latest John Grisham novel.
After ordering deep fried Camembert and cranberries for entrée and garlic butter lobster for the main course, I opened my book and began to read. I’d only read a few lines when I heard a very quiet, “Excuse me.”
When I looked up from my book, I expected to see a waitress with my entrée but instead, I saw the gorgeous woman from earlier. “Hi?” I said.
“It looks like you’re eating alone. Would you mind if I joined you?”
Stunned that she asked to sit with me, it took a few seconds for my thoughts to catch up. All I managed to say was, “Of course.”
“I’m Mia Mason,” she said as she took the seat opposite me and held her hand out to me.
“Michael Dunbar,” I replied as I shook her hand.
The moment we touched, I felt a strange, yet pleasurable sensation move up my arm and quickly spread throughout my body.
“Nice to meet you.” A cheeky grin lit up her face—as if she knew a secret nobody else did.
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BLURB: Chio Pino, Chicago’s newest wiseguy, is given his most important assignment to date –protection detail for Rosaria De Luca, his godfather’s daughter.
Home from college and grown-up in all the right places, Rose is determined to lose her virginity to Chio, the guy she’s had a crush on since fourth grade.
With a meat cleaver-wielding mob boss on his ass and an overly amorous temptress in his face, Chio’s problems are growing just like his dick when he lies.
Can he resist her or will he lose his expandable man part and his heart with one impulsive act?
HERE IS AN X-RATED EXCERPT -
Soaked to his boxers, Chio stepped across the hall. He was in the middle of changing when she came in wearing nothing but a towel – a very small towel. Rose was the horniest girl he’d ever met in his life. She was like Rocky; she never fucking gave up. That was it. He’d had it.
Chio grabbed her. He ripped the towel off then threw her naked onto the bed. Rose’s eyes rounded to the size of baseballs, and she gasped. After stripping from his remaining clothes, he jumped on the bed next to her. “Is this what you want, princess?”
Without allowing her to answer, he captured her lips with his. Parting them with his tongue, he dove inside her with urgency and force. His cock throbbed, and he pressed it against her thigh.
She sighed into his mouth.
With one hand, Chio trapped her wrists then yanked them over her head. He licked down her neck to her hardened nipple. Rose writhed and moaned as he pulled it into his mouth, nipping the tip
with his teeth. His other hand traveled down her flat stomach to her neatly trimmed pussy.
He rubbed her core then back up again, allowing his middle digit to drag within her folds. Her wetness bathed his finger. “Oh baby, you’re so wet.” He slid his finger through her slick trench. Up to her clit and down to her opening. He circled her entrance and inserted his finger to his first knuckle. His mind played images of his hard cock filling her but he forced himself back. He wasn’t technically breaking his promise…yet.
“Ohhh. God. Ahhh.” She bucked.
Chio moved to her other nipple, so it wouldn’t feel left out. He sucked in her perfect pink hardness. His shaft twitched against her leg. Each time it did, her breath staggered.
He placed his hands inside her thighs and forced them wide apart. Kneeling between them he lowered his head to her cunt and blew. She whimpered.
Splaying her with his hand, he exposed her clit. With the tip of his tongue, he flicked it, teased it and lapped it, circling before drawing it into his mouth. Her chest heaved. A lurid moan escaped her throat.
He smiled against her flesh. “Ohh yeah, princess. We’re just getting started here. You betta save some of that.”
She tasted like the most exotic Greek olives, salty with a hint of bitterness. He shivered as his tongue trailed down into her hot wetness. He slid two fingers into her, stroking the top her sheath while he continued to lick her clit. Thrusting his fingers harder and deeper into her tight cushion, he pinched her nipple and kneaded her soft breast.
Rose reached down and raked her nails through his hair. She huffed and cried out. “Aghhh. Oh, Chio. That’s it. Ohh.”
With a few more heavy strokes of his tongue and fingers, her pussy gave way to a tide of ecstasy, clenching and releasing around him. The sound of her coming ricocheted through him like the
echo of a bullet in an empty warehouse.
As her body shuddered beneath him, he slowed his motion. Her climax melted away, but he didn’t stop until the very last kernel popped. Just call him Orville Reden-bop-her. He removed his fingers and traced the outside of her mound. Her body stilled. The sound of rain and her panting filled the dark room.
Book Spotlight: Maiden Behind The Mask – Tara Chevrestt
Product Description
When Catalina Rodriguez is attacked by a would-be rapist and rescued by the dashing Ricardo Garcia, she not only becomes more aware of the handsome man, but also vows that she’ll never be a damsel in distress again. Using the timeless method of blackmail, she convinces her uncle to teach her to fight and becomes a masked crusader in the night, saving other damsels from robbers and rough handling.
However, scandalous rumors and dwindling funds force Ricardo and Catalina to marry. Not immune to each other’s charms, their marriage starts fiery, but when one of Catalina’s nightly escapades results in dire consequences, she is forced to spurn her husband’s amorous advances…or reveal a secret that could turn him away from her forever.
Ricardo’s not a man to be cuckolded or left in the dark. Is his wife having an affair with El Capitan, the masked savior? If so…they will both pay.
Excerpt
She tore her gaze away from the horse and said firmly, “Cinco pesos. And only because this caballa has fire, not because of your terms. Selena, pay him.”
Selena’s hand shook, but the pesos were transferred to the dirty palm. The man laughed with glee, the crowd dispersed, and Catalina was left with a dirty, starving horse.
“We’ll get you fed and cleaned up.” She promised the horse, patting its neck. A cloud of dirt rose in the air, and Catalina struggled not to cough. “I shall call you La Reina, because once in my establo, I shall treat you like a queen. Your body may be beaten, but your spirit is not broke.”
“Catalina?” Her maid’s voice tentative as it interrupted her quiet chattering. “Whatever possessed you—”
“Fetch me a mozo,” Catalina interrupted her. “Take the remaining pesos and fetch me a groom. La Reina is going to her castle.” She wasn’t offering more explanations than that. She didn’t owe anyone an explanation. She’d done what was right.
As her maid turned to comply, heading toward the livery, a loud pffffht rendered the air. Catalina stared at the mare in surprise, aghast.
Selena froze and swung around to admonish her charge. “Senorita! Your behavior has been questionable enough this day. Mind yourself.” She shook her head and her finger both before turning back the task at hand.
Catalina heard her muttering as she sashayed away. She was too surprised and too tired to defend herself, but the breeze picked up, and a waft of foul air assaulted her. Catalina immediately tugged a delicate, lace handkerchief from her sleeve and placed it over her nose as she glared at the horse.
La Reina snorted and pawed the ground. Catalina could swear the horse was laughing at her. She merely shook her head. “Dios mio, and you let me take the blame for that?”
Pffffhht. Pfffht.
La Reina whinnied and bared her teeth as though she was smiling.
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Blurb:
Melody Manning’s workaholic ambition, coupled with a slave-driving former boss, has made her the youngest market analyst in her firm. It’s also killed her personal life, including losing her fiancé. When she receives a message from him on New Year’s Eve announcing his engagement to another woman, Mel loses it. Her new, more compassionate boss has the perfect solution for her—get laid. Good and laid.
At his suggestion, she signs up with the 1Night Stand service, listing her deepest sexual desires on the application. A speedy response from Madame Eve has Melody on her way to Sonoma Valley wine country and a one-night stand with a mysterious Dom.
The sexy, masked Master promises to get to the bottom of her guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand. After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?
Excerpt
The following excerpt has been bleeped out to make it a PG-13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for minors. Thank you.
Mel sucked in a breath, and opened the door. The darkened room flickered with the light of at least a dozen candles. She squinted as she walked in. The smell of incense and roses wafted in the air. Her sight adjusted, and the darker shadows of the space became visible. She scanned the scene.
In the middle of the room sat an oversized bed covered in black velvet and satin. Her arms and legs quivered. A roughly made wooden table stood with two straight-backed chairs in the corner, and a tray of appetizing food awaited.
She stood frozen, anticipating his appearance. Her heart thumped in her chest. Was he hiding? She began to turn—
“Do not turn around, Miss Manning.” His voice whispered against her ear.
She jumped at the husky sound, but didn’t try to move away.
He ran his hands across her shoulders and trailed his fingers down her bare arms. “Are you frightened, kitten?”
Her skin tingled at his simple, but intimate touch. The heat from his massive body radiated against her back though he never made contact with it. Although she couldn’t see him, his presence filled the room, and the walls seemed to shrink at his closeness. “I’m a little scared. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I guess you do—”
His finger glided up her shoulder to press against her lips and his whispered rebuke filled her ear. “Silence.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure and fear mingled in her mind and over her skin. She wanted so bad to turn her head and look at him, but somehow she knew she shouldn’t.
The spicy masculine scent of him filled the air, and his moist, heavy breath sent waves of heat down her neck. “During this portion of the evening you will only speak when asked a direct question, and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Understand?”
Concentrating on his words, she had to strain to hear him over her pounding heart but nodded. In the dim light of the candles, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremities and every place in between.
“There’s nothing to be frightened of.”
He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to her nape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitive skin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and throbbed. The mystery of him enticed her as much as his touch and scent.
He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. She melted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant, carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing the chill of fear.
“I’m going to remove your dress.”
“Okay.” The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvet baritone held a familiar lilt she couldn’t place, but surely if she’d heard that sexy sound before, she’d remember. Right now she was so aroused, it could be her high school boyfriend and she wouldn’t know—or care.
“Okay, what?”
Her body tensed at his rebuke. “Okay, Sir.”
“You have enough discipline coming this evening for past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let’s not complicate matters by increasing their number. All right?”
“All right, Sir.” She sucked in a breath at the mention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that mean to him?
Night with a Dom releases on March 16th
I am so excited about this story and can’t wait to share it with everyone. Next week I’ll post an exclusive blurb.
Blurb Night with a Dom
On New Year’s Eve workaholic Melody Manning is informed by her ex he’s getting married. Devastated by the news, she blames the slave-driver tactics of her former boss for her break up.
To release the heartbreak and provide herself with some much needed stress relief, she enlists the help of an exclusive matching agency specializing in one-night stands.
At the Castillo Resort and Winery in Sonoma Valley, Mel meets the mysterious Dom who has agreed to the last minute rendezvous. The sexy masked Master promises to get to the bottom of Mel’s guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand.
After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?
Major Love ~~~ Major Romance
Prior to becoming a writer of romantic fiction, Casea Major worked in the legal field for a non-profit dispute resolution company for ten years. She is now a full-time mom to three preschool children with whom she and her husband live happily…most of the time. When she isn’t chained to her laptop, she enjoys Cary Grant movies and crocheting.
Author Interview and Contest Give Away: Allison Merritt
Welcome to Major Love~~~Major Romance, Allison Merritt.
Congratulations on your new release, The Treasure Hunter’s Lady! And thank you so much for the GiveAway!
Can you tell us about the story and how you came up with the idea?
The Treasure Hunter’s Lady is set in 1884 between Boston and what was then Dakota Territory.
Romy Farrington seems to have the perfect life—a world-famous archaeologist father, a pretty dowry and an upcoming marriage to a wealthy businessman. But to Romy, her new life among the elitists is like a punishment.
For years, she traveled the world at her father’s side, exploring new lands and uncovering ancient secrets. It was everything she ever wanted, until a near-fatal encounter with hostile natives forced her and her father into a life of retirement in Boston and an undesired advance into proper society.
Everything changes again when she’s saved from an accident by a brash Texan in a back alley. Abel Courte may act like a care-free cowboy, but he’s harboring a secret—he’s searching for the Diamond of Uktena, a legendary jewel that can cure any disease known to man. He needs information Romy’s father has in order to get to the jewel. When he traces the origin of the Diamond to Dakota Territory, he sets off to claim the treasure, only to find the archaeologist’s fiery redheaded daughter stuck to him like a bug in sap.
In a race against time, Romy and Abel must learn to trust each other as they undertake a cross-country journey that will expose them to lands uncharted by white men, a deadly battle against the fearsome creature in possession of the Diamond and a fight to return to civilization where they might make the greatest discovery of all—love.
The Treasure Hunter’s Lady has kind of a crazy story behind it. A few years ago after a long break, I decided to start writing again and I was researching a historical romance set in Australia. I fell in love with everything I learned about that country (unfortunately, I’ve never been) and around the same time I was re-watched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I thought, wow, I would love to write a story with crazy paranormal elements and cool technology set in Australia. So the first draft, which is way shorter than the finished MS is set in Australia. When I started pitching and trying to get an agent, they all seemed repulsed by the idea of setting it out of the country and I ended up writing a version set in America.
Well, I would have loved the story set in Australia, but since I’m from Texas, I don’t mind a hot hometown boy either. I have this downloaded on my Nook and am reading it right now.
Looking back over all of the intimate moments you’ve created between characters, which scene would you most like to experience for yourself? What makes it so alluring?
There’s a scene in the middle of the book where Romy and Abel seek shelter in a cave to get out of a rain storm. Romy has just fallen down an embankment and banged her legs up pretty good, but Abel volunteers to run some liniment on them. First they have to get out of those wet clothes. I’m all about leg rubs, especially naked ones that lead to steamy scenes. I could do without the cave though. Fortunately there were no bats in this particular cave, but still….
That sounds adventurous and romantic.
If a reader is unfamiliar with your work, which of your books would you suggest he or she read first? Why?
The Treasure Hunter’s Lady is my debut novel, but I have a couple of short stories up on Amazon and B&N as well. One’s really short, like you’d find in the Woman’s World magazine and it’s free, one’s a short novella that’s contemporary and the other is a western with a little bit of a love story.
Which genres do you write in and why?
I once read a numerology report that said I’m a jack-of-all-trades. That’s so true. My heart belongs to historical romances, but I like to break loose from time to time. I’m labeling The Treasure Hunter’s Lady as a steampunk romance, which has a historical base, but brings in some wacky technology and has paranormal elements. I also really want to write a contemporary romance, I just need to figure out the characters and plot—I’m thinking cowboys. I have a couple of contemp short stories that were a lot of fun to write.
Cowboys are good. I love the voice of a good cowboy.
What are you currently working on?
Right now I’m working on the follow-up novel to The Treasure Hunter’s Lady. It’s called The Sky Pirate’s Wife and features the airship captain from THL as the hero. I’m about three quarters done with the first draft. I’ve also got a historical paranormal novella going on.
What gets you into the mood to write?
Go ahead and laugh, but hearing theme songs from movies like The Eye of the Tiger (from Rocky)or The Climb (from Hannah Montana the Movie—which I haven’t seen, but I really loved the song), get me jazzed. Also, instrumental soundtracks. I think, these fantastic characters made this journey from point A to point B. I’m the hero of my own story.
I am laughing at this question not at your last answer. Because you always make me hungry with your Facebook posts. LOL Favorite snack or drink while you write?
Anything easy to grab. I can’t handle a fork or a spoon while I’m typing, but I can spare a few seconds to cram a handful of Cheerios into my mouth. Anything that comes out of a box ready to eat is my friend.
Any words of advice to aspiring authors?
Don’t be afraid to learn. If there’s something you want to do or try in writing, ask around, find out about it on the Internet, join groups and just get in there and get your hands dirty. I did pretty much everything on The Treasure Hunter’s Lady by myself. The cover, the formatting, the file conversions, marketing, but thank heavens I had help with editing. It was all because I wasn’t too timid to get in there and learn it. It’s kind of freeing to learn something new and it keeps your mind sharp.
Good Advice and so true.
What are you currently reading?
Ooo, I got an e-reader for Christmas, so my book reading world has really opened up. I just finished Zombies Don’t Cry: A Living Dead Love Story by Rusty Fischer. I have a couple of other contemporary romances lined up to get into, but I’m not sure which one to pick yet.
And finally, is there anything you would like to share?
Just big thank yous for everyone who helped me along the way. I’d be sitting drowning in a puddle of tears without my writer friends and my family. You guys are the best.
Ally – it was a pleasure to have you here. You’re welcome anytime.
The Treasure Hunter’s Lady is avaiable at
Smashwords –
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/130781
Allison can be found at the following links:
http://havenovelwilledit.blogspot.com
http://facebook.com/allisonmwrites
Contest Giveaway with Skye Warren: When Coincidences Collide
Glad to have you, Skye.
Thanks so much to Casea for having me here!
Sometimes I find it so crazy that a small coincidence, just a trick of fate, can lead to something meaningful. When I was eleven years old, I was flipping through those coupon books with my mom and found an introductory summer program for martial arts. I knew absolutely nothing about karate or any of that, but I was bored and my mom agreed.
I loved it! It challenged me physically and mentally (though I didn’t think of that way then, I just thought it was fun ). From there I went on to train for the next seven years, earning my black belt along the way. I also trained and worked as an instructor in the school, something which gave me confidence and life experience. My instructor, my school, the community of other students – all of it shaped my middle school and high school years.
It was just a small thing, finding a coupon on a rainy day, but what an impact it’s had on my life!
A similar chance encounter was the inspiration for my martial arts romance, Below the Belt. A lot of my story ideas start out as a what-if question. What if a guy were to have sex with a random girl. Neither of them care about each other. Neither of them are interested in pursuing a relationship (yet). What would it take to turn that into a romance?
From there, the rest of the story fell into place. Because it turns out that guy is a martial artist, gunning for gold in a national championship so that he can win sponsorship money to start his own school. And that woman? She’s got a martial art past of her own, one she’s trying to leave behind. Neither of them want to want each other, but sparks will fly.
In this scene, the hero and heroine are engaged in said anonymous hook-up. It’s not supposed to mean anything, or matter. It’s only sex.
“Who are you, really?” she whispered.
“I’m no one,” he murmured, his face buried in her silky soft hair. “No one special.” It was the truth. He’d grown up too poor and too stupid to be anyone. No matter how hard he fought, he was just another loser from Podunk, Nowhere.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged softly. “A two time national medalist and forerunner for the male heavyweight competition is nobody?”
Abe lifted his head.
“Yeah, I recognized you,” she said.
She didn’t understand. It wouldn’t be enough. Not any of it, not ever. His throat tight, he gave a short shake of his head.
“Oh, Abe,” she said. God, what was that look in her eyes? He wanted to look away from it, but he couldn’t. “You’re someone special. I see it.”
The line wouldn’t come—the one that would make this whole conversation a joke, instead of the truth. He always laughed it off, or fought it off, no matter what came.
Not this time.
She’d come out of nowhere and blindsided him, but he couldn’t figure it out just then. Not with his lust driving him insane. It was like the tunnel vision in the middle of a fight, when he couldn’t hear or even see, but just moved on pure instinct.
“Lie down,” he ordered. “I need to get inside you.” What the hell was wrong with him? He needed to keep it together. His legendary control, his focus, was all shot to hell.
Thankfully, she did lie down on the ballroom carpet, and even better, spread her legs in acceptance. If she hadn’t, he would have been liable to do something stupid—like beg.
He pulled his wallet out of his pants, ripping through it until he found the condom. Tossing the wallet to the floor, he undid his pants and rolled the condom on. He thought he heard something—voices maybe. It didn’t really matter. They wouldn’t come in here.
He just had to fuck her. Everything would be okay if he was in her, feeling her heat, riding her to completion.
They can already feel the attraction, the pull of something deeper, but they aren’t necessarily acknowledging it. There’s no conscious thought that this might be someone they could fall in love with or know better. And even as he knows there’s something different about, that only makes him want to have sex with her more, not step back. Because, when we’re in that turning point, all we can do is hold on to what we know…until all hell breaks loose.
If you’d like to read one, Below the Belt is available at the major online retailers. Plus, one commenter will win a copy of Below the Belt! Just drop in and share one time when a coincidence led to something greater for you – maybe how you met your husband or fell into a great job. Or if you can’t think of anything (because sometimes it’s hard to be put on the spot!) just say hi.
Thanks!
Skye Warren
Below the Belt
http://www.skyewarren.com/books/below-the-belt
Black belt Abe Montgomery is focused on winning gold. But at nationals, Abe meets Paris, a beautiful, mysterious woman. Paris Rivera has sworn off men and martial arts. Her black belt cost her more than years of dedication and sweat. The fight of Abe’s life looms ahead, with his dreams of owning a school and his future with Paris hanging in the balance. He may dominate on the mats, but he’s fallen hard for her. When the time comes for them to part, he may not be able to let her go.
BELOW THE BELT is a 30,000 word novella of erotic romance featuring explicit sex and graphic language. Not for those under 18 years of age or those uncomfortable with the subject matter.
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Guest Blogger Cara Bristol – Older woman, younger man…hot or not?
I am so happy to welcome Cara Bristol today. Cara, Thanks for being here. She is talking about a hot new genre in romance and her new book – Reckless in Moonlight.
Older woman/younger man pairings used to raise both eyebrows and whispers, but these days the reaction is more likely to be “HOT.” What is it about the cougar relationship that makes it so? Is it the idea of a woman having sex with a buff, young stud? Well, yeah! But it’s more than that.
For many women, reaching a mature age presents an opportunity to explore their sexuality in ways they haven’t done before. In raising families, being devoted wives and mothers, holding down jobs, women have put their own needs on the back burner. But now that they’ve found themselves suddenly single due to divorce (or death), they’re ready to fly in search of adventure.
Except that their contemporaries – men their own age – have become grounded, settled, stuck in a rut. They may have certain expectations of how a woman in her 40s or 50s should act. But young men…ah, they present a fresh, even daring outlook. They brim with energy and youthful vigor in a way that is contagious. Just being around them makes a woman feel younger, more active, and more attractive.
And, from a purely practical side, if a mature single woman wants to date – she may have to date younger. Given the propensity for mature men to date much younger women, the pool of available men a woman’s own age shrinks as she gets ages.
But rather than treating a woman’s age as a negative, to young men, it’s a position. They view her as sexually experienced and adventurous. And chances are, she is – much more so than women their age. And, she’s not looking to get married right away and make babies.
In Reckless in Moonlight, Dana Markus is devastated when her husband of twenty-three years (who was very vanilla sexually) leaves her for a much younger woman. When she contemplates what would happen if she took a young lover, she jokes to herself that she’ll be able to show him a thing or two. And then on impulse – under the sway of the full moon – she gets involved with Lon Corbin, a medical resident seventeen years her junior. This is her chance to fly.
What do you think? Are cougar relationships hot? Or not? Why?
Reckless in Moonlight Blurb
Forty-five-year-old Dana Markus knows a full moon makes people act crazy. It’s why they call the power company with stories about aliens disrupting the earth’s climate. It probably explains why her ex-husband left her for a girl scarcely older than their college-age daughter. It definitely accounts for why she impulsively invited the neighbor’s hunk of a son over for a skinny-dip. And why 28-year-old Lon Corbin accepted.
Lon doesn’t think much of the mass of rock orbiting the earth, but he does think he’s the luckiest man alive when the sexy divorcee he’s admired from afar invites him into her pool. He knows she has reservations about their age difference, but he’s planning to show her in a very physical way how good they could be together if she’ll give him the chance.
But when their simmering private passion boils over into a public relationship, family pressures and schemes threaten to split the couple apart.
The moon brought them together – but will it save them?
Reckless in Moonlight Excerpt
Back and forth, back and forth, Lon Corbin ran the sea sponge over the hood of his car. If it seemed odd that someone would wash his vehicle at night, well, the moon was full, and no one knew better than Dana Markus that moonlight compelled people to do strange things. Why else was she ogling the neighbors’ twenty-something son like he was a strawberry dipped in Godiva chocolate?
And Lon offered so much to enjoy. A tiny moan of appreciation escaped her lips. From the top of his head, covered by thick amber hair, to his bare tippy toes, his majestic, youthful body inspired her to stand and salute. Strong, broad shoulders and a smooth chest decorated by lickable flat nipples tapered to slim hips and powerful thighs that were hugged by faded blue jeans. His legs weren’t the only impressive body parts the fabric molded; the heavy denim cupped a massive bulge further showcased by the wetness of the fabric.
He’d soaked himself clean through with the hose. Water droplets sluiced down his arms, his chest, his flat abdomen…and led the way to his thick sex.
Lon dipped the sponge into the bucket again, then swirled it over the hood, round and round, making circles to ensure he got every spot. Every one. Dana admired a conscientious man who paid attention to detail, who took pride in a job well done.
He dipped again. Oops. He splashed himself with the soapy water. Dana licked her lips as her gaze followed the bubbles’ journey over his chest and down his ripped abdomen, where they soaked into the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
Oh, to be those bubbles!
Another moan, louder this time, erupted from her throat and drew Lon’s attention. Their eyes met across their adjacent driveways, and he flashed an all-American, 100 percent sexy grin.
“Hot, isn’t it?” His low voice vibrated like distant thunder, and Dana knew he wasn’t talking about the air temperature but rather the sexual tension that snapped and sizzled like a lightning strike between them. She almost could smell the ozone.
“Scorching,” she agreed. “Can I give you a hand with that?” She eyed the dripping sponge he held in his large hands.
“I was hoping you’d ask,” he said, with a grin. His ready acceptance of assistance lit a fire in her stomach. For months she’d watched Lon from afar, never exchanging more than a polite hello, never imagining she’d have a chance at anything more than a greeting. Dana glided across the driveway, tugged by the seductive promise of Lon’s gaze as if she were tethered to him, and he was reeling her in. Every step heightened her arousal. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tightened, and between her cream-slickened thighs, her swollen cunt pulsed hungrily.
Standing next to him, she could smell the detergent in the bucket and a manly, soapy scent that emanated from him, along with the even sexier aroma of clean sweat.
“Do you have another sponge?” she asked as she scanned the dark street for activity. No traffic. No late-night dog walkers. Perfect.
“You don’t need one.” Lon tossed his into the pail and propped his sexy ass against the car’s fender.
“No?” She ran a finger over his chest and circled the nipple. It perked under her touch. A sharp current of desire zinged through her clit. “What do I need?”
“You need cock,” Lon said and unzipped his pants.
***
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Happy Birthday to Me – But you get the gift!!
I am counting down my 10 All-time Favorite holiday movies and giving away a $10.oo Gift Card to All Romance ebooks on the Decadent Holiday Blog. Come by and comment to be entered.
I am also at Got Romance Reviews.
Night with a Dom – Coming soon from Decadent Publishing
On New Year’s Eve workaholic Melody Manning is informed by her ex he’s getting married. Devastated by the news, she blames the slave-driver tactics of her former boss for her break up.
To release the heartbreak and provide herself with some much needed stress relief, she enlists the help of an exclusive matching agency specializing in one-night stands.
At the Castillo Resort and Winery in Sonoma Valley, Mel meets the mysterious Dom who has agreed to the last minute rendezvous. The sexy masked Master promises to get to the bottom of Mel’s guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand.
After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?
Leia Shaw Guest Blogger — New Release Destiny Unchained
My newest target is the Silver Slayer. I rarely carry hate, but I make an exception for him. He victimizes children. Murdering innocent humans in cold blood is wrong, but involving children is more than wrong. It’s a thousand kinds of fucked up and I will put a stop to it.
Readers can get For the Love of Harmony FREE at this link:
http://www.leiashaw.com/promo.php
And they can read the first 5 chapters of Destiny Unchained here:
http://www.leiashaw.com/e_read.php?samp=duc2
They call her The Huntress. A vampire with lethal focus, Natalia hunts rogue werewolves and kills them without mercy. She buried her heart centuries ago. Now she lives only for revenge. But when she’s forced to team up with the alpha of the northwest werewolf pack to catch a werewolf serial killer, her carefully controlled world is shattered by the passionate Cristian.
How’s Your Kama?
I am so pleased to have Jenna Jaxon as a Guest blogger. She’s talking about one of my favorite subjects – SEX and giving us a sneak peek at her upcoming release from Decadent publishing, Almost Perfect. Jenna – thanks for coming. Love this post!
Good morning, everyone! I’d like to thank my great friend and even greater crit partner, Casea Major, for inviting me to Major Love–Major Romance today.
With the release of my erotic contemporary Almost Perfect scheduled for November 25, I thought it would be fun to talk about sex–specifically about the Kama Sutra, which figures prominently in the book.
I’m sure most romance readers have heard of the Kama Sutra, an ancient Indian text considered the ultimate guide to sexual and sensual pleasure. Composed of seven books, the Kama Sutra’s second book is devoted to practical advice on sexual union–including chapters that discuss types of embraces, caresses, kisses, marking with fingernails, biting and marking with the teeth, slapping with the hand (and corresponding moaning), and an illustrated section on sexual positions that lead to superior orgasms.
Good To Know’s website on Sex and Relationships at
http://www.goodtoknow.co.uk/relationships/259026/Kama-Sutra-positions
gives descriptions and photo illustrations of some of the most popular–and most challenging–positions recommended by the text.
In Almost Perfect, Roger has become a student of the Kama Sutra and challenges Pam to let him show her why he’s at the head of his class.
There are a total of 64 (!) positions described and illustrated in the Kama Sutra, along with advice on how to accomplish the total sensual experience between partners. Some of the things it suggests are eye-opening to say the least!
The various Kama Sutra positions have pretty strange names: Widely Opened, The Congress of the Crow, Splitting of the Bamboo, Milk and Water Embrace. Some are very easy to accomplish while others look as though they’d have to be performed by Circ du Soliel! All promise to be a fun time in the bedroom–or anywhere you feel the urge.
My favorite position is The Pair of Tongs–just to look at. I could never do it because it seems to defy gravity!
So if you’re ever bored in your love life or need a little spice in the bedroom, check out the Kama Sutra and rediscover the fun side of sensual sexual pleasure.
Blurb Almost Perfect
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a 1Night Stand adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Forced by hunger to accept Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she married has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindles old fires. A simple kiss leads Roger to challenge her to discover how much his lovemaking skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and burning desire.
With time running out before they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect one-night stand.
Scary Halloween Playlist
Join me today at a Daily Dose of Decadence for my Top 10 All-Time Favorite Scary Songs.
Pinocchio Syndrome on sale at AMAZON for .99!!!
PINOCCHIO SYNDROME — My irreverent retelling of the Italian classic fairytale is on sale at AMAZON for .99.
BLURB: Chio Pino, Chicago’s newest wiseguy, is given his most important assignment to date –protection detail for Rosaria De Luca, his godfather’s daughter.
Home from college and grown-up in all the right places, Rose is determined to lose her virginity to Chio, the guy she’s had a crush on since fourth grade.
With a meat cleaver-wielding mob boss on his ass and an overly amorous temptress in his face, Chio’s problems are growing just like his dick when he lies.
Can he resist her or will he lose his expandable man part and his heart with one impulsive act?
HERE IS AN X-RATED EXCERPT -
Soaked to his boxers, Chio stepped across the hall. He was in the middle of changing when she came in wearing nothing but a towel – a very small towel. Rose was the horniest girl he’d ever met in his life. She was like Rocky; she never fucking gave up. That was it. He’d had it.
Chio grabbed her. He ripped the towel off then threw her naked onto the bed. Rose’s eyes rounded to the size of baseballs, and she gasped. After stripping from his remaining clothes, he jumped on the bed next to her. “Is this what you want, princess?”
Without allowing her to answer, he captured her lips with his. Parting them with his tongue, he dove inside her with urgency and force. His cock throbbed, and he pressed it against her thigh.
She sighed into his mouth.
With one hand, Chio trapped her wrists then yanked them over her head. He licked down her neck to her hardened nipple. Rose writhed and moaned as he pulled it into his mouth, nipping the tip
with his teeth. His other hand traveled down her flat stomach to her neatly trimmed pussy.
He rubbed her core then back up again, allowing his middle digit to drag within her folds. Her wetness bathed his finger. “Oh baby, you’re so wet.” He slid his finger through her slick trench. Up to her clit and down to her opening. He circled her entrance and inserted his finger to his first knuckle. His mind played images of his hard cock filling her but he forced himself back. He wasn’t technically breaking his promise…yet.
“Ohhh. God. Ahhh.” She bucked.
Chio moved to her other nipple, so it wouldn’t feel left out. He sucked in her perfect pink hardness. His shaft twitched against her leg. Each time it did, her breath staggered.
He placed his hands inside her thighs and forced them wide apart. Kneeling between them he lowered his head to her cunt and blew. She whimpered.
Splaying her with his hand, he exposed her clit. With the tip of his tongue, he flicked it, teased it and lapped it, circling before drawing it into his mouth. Her chest heaved. A lurid moan escaped her throat.
He smiled against her flesh. “Ohh yeah, princess. We’re just getting started here. You betta save some of that.”
She tasted like the most exotic Greek olives, salty with a hint of bitterness. He shivered as his tongue trailed down into her hot wetness. He slid two fingers into her, stroking the top her sheath while he continued to lick her clit. Thrusting his fingers harder and deeper into her tight cushion, he pinched her nipple and kneaded her soft breast.
Rose reached down and raked her nails through his hair. She huffed and cried out. “Aghhh. Oh, Chio. That’s it. Ohh.”
With a few more heavy strokes of his tongue and fingers, her pussy gave way to a tide of ecstasy, clenching and releasing around him. The sound of her coming ricocheted through him like the
echo of a bullet in an empty warehouse.
As her body shuddered beneath him, he slowed his motion. Her climax melted away, but he didn’t stop until the very last kernel popped. Just call him Orville Reden-bop-her. He removed his fingers and traced the outside of her mound. Her body stilled. The sound of rain and her panting filled the dark room.
Fantasies. Food. Flames. Firestorm by a.c. Mason
As part of the Decadent Publishing Interracial and Multicultural Blog tour today I am joined by the lovely, wildly talented french Canadian Author, a.c. Mason. Thank you so much for joining us at Major Love~~~Major Romance.
I don’t know about you but I often have fantasies about food. No, really I do. Not just any kind of nourishment but Soul Food. Admittedly my Nana makes a mean corn bread. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so good in my life. Hot out of the oven I shoved a bunch of butter between to pieces and it melted into the bread. That ruined me for just regular old bread for a long time. The one problem is I’ve yet to find good corn bread in Canada. I’m lucky that my Nana lives in Cheektowaga, New York which is only a few hours from where I live. So part of my reason for wanting to write the Soul Food Diner Series was a chance to talk about soul food. Another reason was the Sunsational Malibu Christie Barbie. She was my first black Barbie and from Malibu. When I grew up I wanted to hangout in Malibu too. Then there was the movie Clueless and I know it was set in Beverly Hills but who doesn’t remember Dionne? So voila all this jumbled stuff in my head and I set the Soul Food Dinner series in Malibu with interracial and black heroines. Surrendering to the Right Man is born.
Blurb:
In
dy Kent’s motorcycle accident last New Year’s Eve forced her to fight for things she took for granted. This holiday she makes a special request of her best friend, Liam Boyd, the “I want you to deflower me.” Desperate to get Liam out of her system, a holiday sexcapade seems like just the cure from her long harbored, unreciprocated feelings.
But there is a complication, and his name is Tim, Liam’s older brother. Tim’s touch last New Year’s Eve ignited an unexpected flame between them. The time they
spent together during her recovery only furthered her attachment to him. Emotions whirl; her secret looms. The hotter the burn between the sheets with Liam, the
more Indy’s yearning drifts toward Tim.
The incident that caused her accident and changed her life might save her heart.
Can she ultimately surrender her heart to the right man?
Content warning:
This book contains graphic sex including some traditionally considered taboo. A love triangle. Voyeurism. Light to mid-range discipline, dominance, and submission.
Excerpt:
A spasm in Indy’s leg forced her to clench her teeth together. She hated not being able to stand on her own two feet. The pain she was in wasn’t about to force her to remain seated.
“Are you okay?” Tim’s eyes softened with concern.
“I still get the tremors, ghost sensations from muscles I no longer have.” To reconstruct her leg, the doctors had used muscles from donors. She felt sewn together by patchwork, like Frankenstein a quilt of mismatched pieces.
“You push yourself too hard, always have. I like that about you, but you need someone who’ll help you ease off.” He drew up behind her. “Put your weight on me.”
“Tim.”
“Do it,” he ordered.
As he gathered her up, the heat of his hard chest pressed to her back, and he lowered her into the lawn chair. “Bossy.”
“Only around you, Miss Independent.” The rise and fall of his chest accelerated. Calm, blue eyes warmed to flames.
Heat weaved a path in her insides turning her to mush.
“I’d better go.” He tossed his bag on his shoulder.
Pain burned her eyes. Being with Liam meant loosing Tim, and she needed him. “You shouldn’t go just because the others have.”
Tim lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “Yes, I should. Merry Christmas Eve, Indy, and I hope Santa gets you your heart’s desire.”
“You, too.” She nodded and grabbed his large, warm, kind hand. In April, his hands had stabilized her when she took her first steps since the accident.
“Unfortunately, mine is no longer available. Never really was for that matter.” He exhaled. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
She tightened her hold. “Tim, thank you for everything. I don’t know how I would have managed without your help and support.”
“It’s the least I could do, given—”
“Given what?” Liam asked, standing by the open gate to the backyard.
“What she went through. I hope you both have a wonderful evening.” Tim dashed passed his brother.
That was close. Though nothing had happened between her and Tim, she felt guilty. She didn’t want to deceive Liam, but he wouldn’t understand the connection which came out of that night between them. How could he when she struggled to understand?
Now let me go back to a conversation I was having with fellow author Toni Kelly this summer about a Haboob, which started the entire idea. Yes, you read that correctly a Haboob. I thought what the heck is that too? So she explained about this wall of sand that comes right at you. Apparently they occur in places like Phoenix. It reminded me of the mythological bird. Just then I thought about this 1 Night Stand I wanted to write and how I desire to do something unique and different.
I thought Mason wouldn’t it be cool to have a race of Phoenixes? (Sometimes I talk to myself.) In my usual Mason style I did some research of the mythology of the Greek and Persians views of Phoenixes. Then I sat there thinking about how the technicalities would work. The only hot bird man I could think of was Brendan Lee in The Crow. So I needed to come up with some searing material for the birth of my supernatural beings.
Here’s a feathers tickle of a fantasy of flames, Firestorm.
Firestorm
Interracial Paranormal Erotic (Ménage, Romance, Multicultural)
Blurb:
Master Explosive Ordnance Disposal Officer, Era Bennu has a thing for combustible situations. All she wants is one smokin’ night with two hot supernaturals before she goes out in blaze of glory on her current mission.
Scorch marks are the insignia of the Phoenix. This anniversary’s gift for mates Seneb Keita and Cinaed Bryce is explosive. They’re going to savor one searing night with a woman that they can share.
What they get is a firestorm and Era finds serenity in the midst of a roaring blaze.
Can she accept her destiny is to play with fire when she’s the one meant to rise from the ashes?
Excerpt:
“Room 201.” Era shoved the email printout in her backpack, removed the room key, and swung the strap onto her shoulder.
Why hadn’t she noticed the irony until now? Two on one. Clever. Not a soul had bothered her through the check-in process as per her instructions. If anyone had, her classic “and whom do you think you are” look would have stopped them dead! If not, she could flash her Secretary of Defense issued hall pass.
“Ecstasy, here I come.” At the age of thirty-two, one last thing remained on her list of desires. Tonight she would strike this fantasy off the list.
So far, Madame Eve seemed to be running a tight operation and appeared to be on the up and up. In less than fourteen minutes, two amazing supernatural males would walk into this very room to give her a night she’d never forget. Maybe her last night on earth. Tomorrow she was Iraq-bound for a Black Ops missio involving a missing diplomat, a terrorist bomb, and her skills to defuse. If such a result could occur. Highly explosive situations were unavoidable in her life. Most of the team would be coming home in pine boxes with flags draped over them; they had a point one percent chance of survival under the circumstance. But for the safety of her fellow Americans, it was a price she would gladly pay. All the team would.
In her haste to get this night squared away, she hadn’t specified what type of supernaturals, just that they be a kind that couldn’t infect or maker her into what they were. Please let them have talents no human male possessed. Not that she knew much about the paranormal. Though she’d always been drawn to the unknown. She had chalked up her fascination with paranormal activity to a desire to escape from the cruelties humans could inflict on each other, which she’d seen firsthand. Tonight was about her.
No matter what her ex had said about her, she wasn’t frigid. So she didn’t want another woman in her bed. She’d be more than happy to be of service to a few good men. Two to start. And then who knows, if after tomorrow dawn rose on another day, and she wasn’t disfigured for life—the world would be hers for the taking. Technically, they weren’t men either they were…. Well, she didn’t know yet.
The hall was vacant. The Castillo Resort even managed to ensure a clear coast on her arrival at her room. What service!
She unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped in.
Sin incarnate stood with a towel around his neck.
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Born from the union of her Scottish and Belgian mother and an African American and Cherokee father, a.c.Mason’s youth was filled with dichotomies and moving from place to place. She developed a curiosity to explore through writing the seedy side of our nature and desires. Given her own diverse background, she writes stories that represent the world she grew up in. She is fluent in French and English. For the past eight years of her life, she has worked with one foot in the past spanning from 18th century, the Bering Strait theory to modern day and now late Victorian. She advocates the preservation of our natural and cultural riches for future generations. Her stories are the place where darkness meets human desire and fairytales endings are not promised but earned. In 2011 her work was nominated for six 2012 Bookie Awards. If you’d like to learn more about a.c. Mason go to www.acmason.com.
Daily Dose of Decadence — Hot Firemen!!!
Join me at a Daily Dose of Decadence today for some Hot Firemen and a fun time!
Tuesday’s Tales – Discovery(ies)
When last we left Debbie Jenkins, she had just received an invitation for a drink from her boss– her very hot, newly single, boss she has secretly been in love with for five years.
You can catch up with the story’s previous episodes Here and Here.
He leaned her back into the pillows, and his hand drifted like a summer breeze under her shirt to caress her breast. Her eyes fluttered back in her head. His cool silky fingers slid behind her back and with one flick released the hooks on her bra. Deb gasped. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced. The moment couldn’t have been choreographed more deftly by Ang Lee.
As his palm stroked her exposed nipple –
A blood curdling scream echoed down the hall.
****
Oh crap! Chills ran across Debbie’s skin as the frantic scream rang out. Olivier jumped up from the sofa. Buttons shot in different directions as her cotton blouse popped under the pressure.
“Shit!” She scrambled up from the compromising position.
Olivier took one regretful glance at her bare chest and tossed her his jacket before he ran toward the scream. Debbie sat up and adjusted the torn blouse then wiped the corners of her lips that still tingled from his expert kiss.
Her chest rapidly rose and fell but she wasn’t sure if it was from her make out session with the boss or her fear that something was terribly wrong. Because something was wrong. Aside from the blood-curdling scream, the hairs stood on the back of her neck and a dark feeling that she was being watched confirmed the fact that all was not right.
She slipped her arms in his jacket and followed after him.
Even before she left her mom with the kids something had just felt…off. She couldn’t explain it any more than she could deny it.
The quiet murmur of voices and a flickering light spilled into the shadowed hall. Debbie’s heart thumped as muffled sobs echoed over the main entrance of the museum. What in the hell? She stepped into the marble floored lobby.
A group huddled around something on the floor by the Pre-Columbian wing caught her attention. Her ballerina flats clip-clopped in the wide space as she hurried to inspect. Olivier spoke into his phone. Even in the dim lighting his tan face appeared pale. His hushed voice quivered as he spoke in French.
Marvin the night watchman held his wife Melanie, who lay limp in his arms. My God, what happened? He walked her toward the lounge at the other end of the building.
Sam ushered them from the room and turned when he heard her footsteps. “Debbie, stay back you don’t want to see this.”
What the hell was he still doing here? “Why? What is it?”
He rushed toward her and blocked her access. Debbie craned her neck to see around Sam’s thin frame.
All the blood in her body fell to her feet and a wave of horror gripped her spine sending chills over her skin. “Ohmygod!
That’s Isell Ansler.”
Her gaze fell to the floor staring into the lifeless eyes. The woman’s blood spilled over the grey marble and reflected the emergency lighting with a sickening hue of crimson. Debbie’s arms and legs trembled. She stumbled and fell into
Sam’s chest.
“Whoa there, Jenkins. I got you.” His hands caught her by the shoulders and steadied her.
Her mouth filled with bile, and her stomach heaved. Champagne and strawberries spewed out over Sam’s white Oxford.
“Ewww…Jenkins, couldn’t you turn your head.” He let go of her and shook his hands like girl.
“Oh God, Sam. I’m so sorry. What happ—” She turned from the sight of the dead woman and came face to face with Olivier. His eyes blazed with fury and she shrank back.
“You need to go home, Deborah.” His gaze landed on Sam and uncomfortable silence stretched between the two men.
Debbie gulped and glanced back to Sam whose face lined in defiance. The two men stood in their silent faceoff for a long moment. None of the situation made any sense. A dead woman and the two men were in a standoff.
The sounds of approaching sirens cut through the tension.
Olivier blinked. “Sam, take Deborah home, please.”
Invisible bands of anxiety clamped around her throat and she barely spoke the words. “I can drive myself home, but shouldn’t I stay to talk with the police?”
Both men yelled in unison, “No.”
“Okay….” Her voice squeaked and her head spun out of control. What the hell?
Sam grabbed her hand and pulled her down the back hall. “Do you need to get anything?”
“My purse.”
He slipped into her office, grabbed her leather bag, then took her hand and ushered her quietly out the employee’s entrance. He pulled out his keys and pressed the remote to unlock his new midsized SUV. Some brand she didn’t recognize with a trident thingy emblem.
She slipped into the supple leather seat. The smell reminded her of Italian designer shoes.
Sam started the car and pulled onto the street. He drove several miles before turning on his headlights. The stench of strawberry vomit filled the cab of the car.
“Do you mind if I stop at my place to change? It’s just around the corner.”
“Sure. Are you gonna to tell me what’s going on? Who killed Mrs. Ansler?”
Sam didn’t speak, but he shot her a glance and surveyed her outfit. Torn shirt, boss’ jacket. It didn’t take a mathematician to figure it out. She swallowed hard.
“Debbie, you have no idea what you’ve gotten into. Why couldn’t you have just stayed home? I’m busting my ass to protect you and you’re getting nice and cozy with the enemy.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Ansler. That’s what I’m talking about.” His voice roared through the cab. ”I think he killed his wife or had her killed.” He beat his hand against the steering wheel. “Shit. Very unfortunate. And now my cover’s blown.”
“Sam, you’re talking and all I hear is blah, blah blah. Could you please speak in effin’ English? What the hell is going on?”
He pulled sharply into a parking garage of a high-rise, squealed his wheels into a space and jumped out. She followed him to an elevator. “Are you going to answer my question?”
He stared at her. “I work for the FBI. I’ve been deep undercover for the past few months.”
“What—”
The elevator opened they stepped out. Two brawny men at the end of the hall took one look and started toward them in a sprint.
“Shit.” Sam pushed her back in the elevator and beat on the button until the door closed. “When we hit the garage duck down as low to the ground as you can and run like hell to my car.”
Come back next week to find out what happens. Thanks so much for stopping by, please leave me a comment. You can find more great Free reads HERE at the Tuesday’s Tales Blog.
Join me at Pimpin’ Reads for an Excerpt of One Knight in Brooklyn
So excited about my new release One Knight in Brooklyn with Decadent Publishing.
I am at Pimpin’ Reads today with a steamy excerpt. Come by and say ‘hi’.
http://jowannashotromances.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-night-in-brooklyn-by-casea-major.html
Thanks again, you guys!
RELEASE DAY — One Knight in Brooklyn is here!
Today is the day! So excited about my new release One Knight in Brooklyn with Decadent Publishing. Thanks to all my friends and critique partners who helped to make this fun, sexy, story what it is. Thanks to the wonderful folks at Decadent – Dara England for one of the loveliest covers I’ve ever seen. Valerie Mann for creating the 1NS series editing, informing and general hand-holding. Thanks to Heather B. and Lisa O. for making Decadent a place with which I am proud to be associated.
Please take a look at this great story. (I’m not just saying that ’cause I wrote it. It really is very good.)
I am posting today over at the 1NS Blog. Come by and say ‘hi’.
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Tomorrow’s the day — One Knight in Brooklyn is almost here!
My new release One Knight in Brooklyn with Decadent Publishing is almost here.
Please take a look at this great story. (I’m not just saying that ’cause I wrote it. It really is very good.)
I am posting today over at Jenna’s Journal. Come by and say ‘hi’.
Pinocchio Syndrome – Hits New Dawning’s Top 10 List
Just found out that Pinocchio Syndrome, hit the Top 10 Bestseller List on New Dawning’s Website. Woo Hoo!
Blurb
Chio Pino,Chicago’s newest wiseguy, has been given his most important assignment to date – a week of protection detail for Rosaria De Luca, his godfather’s daughter.
Home from college on spring break and grown-up in all the right places, Rose is determined to lose her virginity to Chio, the guy she’s had a crush on since she was nine.
With a meat cleaver wielding mob boss on his ass and an overly amorous temptress in his face, Chio’s problems are growing like his dick when he lies.
Will he lose his expandable man part and his heart with one impulsive act?
If you haven’t picked up a copy you can find one on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance E-books and other major retailers.
Color Symbolism
Join me today at Tabby’s Nocturnal Nights Blog. I’m talking about color symbolism.
http://tabithablake.blogspot.com/2011/09/color-symbolism-in-writing.html
An Artful Kiss
When last we left Debbie Jenkins, she had just received an invitation for a drink from her boss– her very hot, newly single, boss she has secretly been in love with for five years.
Debbie flew out of the women’s bathroom and clipped across the marble floor in the Impressionist wing, which sat adjacent to the executive offices. The light of the emergency exit cast a faint glow over the darkened room.
She jerked open the heavy wooden door to the back hall, and a man fell through the threshold, knocking her to the ground.
He landed on top of her but grabbed her head and was able to save it from hitting the floor. Unfortunately, the spill brought their lips together in an awkward kiss. A jolt of static electricity coursed through her at the point of contact. Deb shoved the gangly body off her chest and coughed, slapping at the man and trying to regain her breath.
Surprised brown-eyes rounded behind thick black-rimmed glasses. Sam. Debbie threw her head back, drew in a deep breath, and sighed.
“Oh Deb, I’m so sorry. I— I didn’t see you. And y— you opened the door right when I was walking through it.”
He seemed apologetic but made no move to let her up. Sam was the geeky assistant curator who’d asked her out his first day on the job two years ago and at least once a week since then, never taking ‘no’ for an answer.
“Can I get up?”
He rolled off of her, and she scrambled to her feet. “What are you doing here this late?”
He blushed and diverted his gaze.
Shit. Was he trying to stalk her again? Though Deb considered him more of a nuisance than a threat, it really annoyed her that he always seemed to pop up.
“W—Well, Debbie, I could ask you the same thing. Why are you here so late? I thought you were off for a couple of days?”
“Are you keeping tabs on me again, Sam?” The frustration in her voice must’ve come through, because he smiled.
He loved to agitate her. It was so juvenile. Like the first grade boy who pulls the pigtails of the girl he secretly likes. Only Sam’s attraction for her was no secret. Everyone in the museum knew of it.
He grinned. “One of these days, Debbie, you’re going to really see who I am, and then you’ll agree to go out with me. When that happens, I just hope I still want to go out with you.” He stood and brushed the dust from his fully buttoned white oxford shirt.
“Right, Sam. I’ll let know on that one.”
“Didn’t you feel the chemistry between us when our lips met?”
Deb rolled her eyes and pushed past him. She heard him chuckle as the door slammed behind her.
Standing before the Curator’s Office, she nervously pressed the wrinkles from her clothes and straightened her hair. With a light rap on the door, she entered Olivier’s lair.
Her heartbeat shot to the vaulted ceiling as she stepped into the sleek modern office. She’d only been there twice before and never alone.
A linear chrome and glass desk sat away from the far wall. The workspace had no drawers and hardly a paper cluttered the top. A high-backed white leather chair was perched behind the desk and against the side wall rested a skillfully decorated bookshelf filled with various artifacts and reference books. How did the man get anything accomplished in such a pristine environment? Not a pencil was out of place.
To the left and near the windows a clean-lined white leather sectional sat in front of a rolling caddy. A bottle of champagne, two flickering tapered candles, and two fluted glasses rested near a plate of fresh strawberries on the portable bar.
Elegantly smattered about the room were various sculptures and works of art Olivier had procured over the years, some of them famous and worth millions.
The light glowed under the door of his private bath, and the sound of running water indicated he was freshening himself. Likely trying to remove the red wine stain from his suit.
Deb strolled to the sofa and tried to sit in a flattering position. That was a joke. She fidgeted with her watch, her earrings, and the hem of her blue cotton top. From the glass tray she took a strawberry and leaned back against the plush throw pillows, bouncing her knees up and down.
Olivier opened the door and strode out of the restroom, wiping his hands on a dark gray towel with red stripes. When he saw her he smiled and tossed the towel back in the bath. His rich velvet French/Dutch accent rolled off his tongue like sweet nectar. “Ah, Deborah. I’m glad you came.”
His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He pinned her with his gaze as his graceful gait carried him across the room in three strides. His finesse and refinement sent a sexy chill down her spine.
“Thank you for inviting me.”
The precision with which he filled the crystal flutes with champagne and slid next to her caused her chest tighten.
Maybe this was a mistake. “I shouldn’t stay long. I—”
His fingers reached out to shush her mouth, and he handed her a glass. “Nonsense. There will be plenty of time for work.” Tingles shot through her lips at his touch.
God almighty, his onyx eyes sparkled. The subtle scent of sandalwood emanated from his freshly shaven face. Deb took a big swig of champagne and tried to remember to breathe. Everything about this man subtly suggested luxury. There was nothing second-class about him.
“I am glad you are here to celebrate this night with me, Deborah.”
He slid closer to her.
Her voice squeaked. “Sure.” And a rush of warmth flushed her face.
The candlelight flickered off the silver of his sideburns as he reclined next to her. “How old are you?”
“Huh? Oh, uhh…twenty-five.”
Sexy mischief danced over his features. “And how do you feel about older men, Deborah?”
Oh shit! “Whaddaya mean?”
He cupped the back of her neck, drawing her face close to his. His cool fingers cause goose bumps to rise over her arms, and the protrusion of her taut nipples strained her shirt.
His whispered words tickled across her cheek as he leaned toward her. “What do I mean? I mean to kiss you long and deep like I have wanted to for the last five years.”
“Ohh—” Her answer was lost as his mouth engulfed hers. Smooth and soft his lips caressed and teased her in exquisitely slow graceful movements. She parted her lips for his gentle tongue that stole in to explore her. The essence of strawberries and champagne filled her senses.
Her arm wrapped around his lean back, and she pulled closer. Olivier sighed at her touch and deepened his kiss. In languid motions, he expertly danced his tongue and lips in a harmony around hers that lit a fire in her core. Liquid desire pooled between her legs. This man, at twice her age, was the most accomplished kisser she’d ever known – and she’d known a few.
He leaned her back into the pillows, and his hand drifted like a summer breeze under her shirt to caress her breast. Her eyes fluttered back in her head. His cool silky fingers slid behind her back and with one flick released the hooks on her bra. Deb gasped. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced. The moment couldn’t have been choreographed more deftly by Ang Lee.
As his palm stroked her exposed nipple –
A blood curdling scream rang out and echoed from down the hall.
Come back next week to find out what happens….the prompt for next week is ‘marching band’. Won’t it be interesting to see how I get from here to there? Thanks so much for stopping by, please leave me a comment. You can find more great Free reads HERE at the Tuesday’s Tales Blog.
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