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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Let me introduce to you author...AUBRIE DIONNE!















Aubrie Dionne is an author and flutist in New England. After reaching a high point in her flutist career Aubrie decided to pursue other creative passions.



“I’d always loved writing and reading fantasy/sci fi books ever since I was little but I always pushed it aside for flute. I felt like I needed to explore more of my interests in life. Ever since I started writing, I couldn’t stop! I use what I’ve learned about craft, diligence, structure, from my flute playing. It’s exciting to start a new discipline and have no idea where my boundaries are: how far I can go with it, how good I can get.”



Paradise 21, Aubrie’s fourth book, was released August 2 as one of Entangled Publishing’s ten launch titles.
Aubrie is represented by Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency. Her short stories have been featured in Mindflights, Niteblade, Silver Blade, Emerald Tales, Aurora Wolf, A Fly in Amer, Moon Drenched Fables and various anthologies.




What is Recycled Food?


In Paradise 21, the colonists have it easy: living aboard great cruise- ship like vessels with giant biodomes to shelter livestock and grow real food. But the space pirates are stuck on the last working space station: Alpha Omega, and all they have left is recycled food.

So what is recycled food?


Ever see the movie Soylent Green? Or the beginning to The Matrix?

If your stomach is squeamish, then don’t read on.


Recycled food is all of the human waste (including bodies) that is put through a system, filtered, processed, and enhanced with nutrients in a sludge-like substance that is used to feed the rest of the population. It’s the only way they can survive with Earth unlivable, and all the large colony ships taken by the elite.





Although I never come out and say this in the book, it’s hinted at in Chapter 4:


“In Outpost Omega, if you snoozed, you ended up as the recycled food…”


Why did I write it this way? I wanted to create sympathy for the pirates. They’ve got nothing, so finding a paradise planet is everything to them.


My question to you is: Would you rather be a colonist, with all the luxuries of life and a predestined marriage, or a space pirate, with nothing and the free will to choose who you want to be with?


Aries finds a way to do both. Read Paradise 21 to find out how.






Aubrie Dionne excerpt 2

Maybe they wouldn’t come. Giddiness bubbled in her throat with the thought of the ship coursing away without her, but she knew better. They’d turned the New Dawn around before, and knowing Lieutenant Barliss, he’d have it no other way. Not only was he a high-ranking officer, but she was his chosen mate, scheduled to be bound to him in ceremony next month. Her escape would prevent Barliss from passing on their combined genetic code. There was no doubt that a man who followed the Guide to the letter would come after the woman whose DNA he needed.

The orange bulk of Sahara 354 claimed the horizon on the main sight panel. Aries soaked in the sight of the small, forgotten planet, like the first time she’d seen pictures of old Earth. Although the conditions of life on Sahara 354 were reportedly bleak, to Aries it looked like a haven. Blue and red lights flashed on the panel in front of her, warning her of the change in trajectory as the pod entered the planet’s gravitational pull. Aries shut off the thrusters and allowed the vessel to sail into orbit. She glided in space, using the pod’s sensors to complete a full scan of the surface, searching for signs of resources or life. Although she had enough food and water for days, they’d only delay an inevitable death if she couldn’t find further sustenance.

Time ticked away, seconds she knew she couldn’t waste. The New Dawn traveled much faster than an escape pod, and she needed time to fake her own death and disappear. The vast wasteland stretching before her only had small pockets of water and plant life. If she didn’t choose her landing spot wisely, she’d be plummeting to a real demise.




Aries has lived her entire life aboard mankind’s last hope, the New Dawn, a spaceship traveling toward a planet where humanity can begin anew—a planet that won’t be reached in Aries’ lifetime. As one of the last genetically desirable women in the universe, she must marry her designated genetic match and produce the next generation for this centuries-long voyage.


But Aries has other plans.


When her desperate escape from the New Dawn strands her on a desert planet, Aries discovers the rumors about pirates—humans who escaped Earth before its demise—are true. Handsome, genetically imperfect Striker possesses the freedom Aries envies, and the two connect on a level she never thought possible. But pursued by her match from above and hunted by the planet’s native inhabitants, Aries quickly learns her freedom will come at a hefty price.


The life of the man she loves.











Aubrie's books are published by Entangled Publishing, Lyrical Press, Gypsy Shadow Publishing, and Wyvern Publications.
















Sunday, October 30, 2011

Join me Halloween at HONEY BEE



Hello Gang!


I will be blogging overseas for the first time! WHOO-HOO! Come join me Halloween for some spooky fun, games, and learn a little about me personally. Stop by and don'y be shy. See you there.


THE PLACE: Honey Bee


Saturday, October 22, 2011

Say hello to a fellow Author from across the ocean! Meet IRIS DEORRE‏!



My Writing Journey

My writing journey began when I was seventeen. I wrote a short story about a young teenage girl who was struggling with that stage of her life. It helped me personally to get through some things I was going through at the time.


English Literature at school also encouraged my journey to write. I remember studying our first novel (Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare) and thinking wow! If only I could write like that. Not necessarily the old English, more of the creativity the meanings behind words. I tried to string beautiful words together but never felt that they came out sounding like Shakespeare. I came to learn and accept that each writer has to and must develop their own style.


Life happened; I had a baby and later a divorce. During that period I wrote a novel about a young girl with supernatural abilities who was misunderstood by her peers. It’s a story I never developed, it sits dormant on a memory stick. Perhaps one day I will go back to it and publish it under a different name.


Life really began to get interesting when I sent a short story to a women’s magazine. The story was about a woman who left her country in search of a better life with a small child. I didn’t even know I’d been published except for the cheque that arrived in the post a few months later.


My writing took a huge turn in 2005. One evening I was surfing the net and came across a call for new writers who wanted to try their hand in script writing. The course would be run by a well know Theatre house and only 20 places where available. I sent in my application and to my surprise I was accepted onto the course. The course ran for five weeks, with the end result to showcase a play to a live audience. Even though my play was only five minutes long it was nerve wrecking sitting in the audience hoping that people would laugh in the right places and hopefully understand my play.


A year later I got a call from the literary manager from the Theatre and was told that I’d been selected as one of the new writers to write a short play for radio and the internet. I couldn’t believe it; this was validation of my work. It was the first time I began to take myself seriously as a writer.


Later I turned from script writing to novel writing. In November 2007 I joined Nanowriters and achieved my 50,000 words the night before the deadline. The book was never published another one that lies dormant on my PC.


I wanted to learn more about writing skills so I enrolled onto a writer’s course. This was run by a well known erotic author who not only encouraged me but was genuinely excited about my work. She believed in me and I began to believe in myself a lot more. I turned to writing erotica. There was something about the freedom of expression that was the most exciting about this type of writing. Also my love for Horror is what makes me combine the two.


I love to write no matter what genre it is or what type whether it’s script or novel. It’s what I love to do and it’s a part of who I am. As far as I see it my writing journey has only just began.


Bio


Iris Deorre started to write when she was seventeen. At the time it was a form of escapism. By the time she hit her twenties she was writing short stories and got one published in a women’s magazine. She went on to write short plays but after meeting a well-known author who taught a writers class her focus changed to Erotica. Her love for paranormal is what makes her combine the two.

She resides in the UK with her little girl.

The Whitby Ghost is the latest story from Iris Deorre.


Blurb


Roy has a past he'd rather forget. To overcome it he takes his girlfriend Melisa to Whitby, the very place of his past that he is trying to forget. Roy believes it's the only way to move on and to forget it by moving on with his future, Melisa.

But something is lurking in Whitby, something that Melisa becomes sensitive to the minute they arrive. What she discovers is hard to swallow. What follows is a journey to the other side. Something she'd rather forget.

Will Melisa marry her boyfriend who refuses to talk about his past? Or will his past bring them closer?

Buy Links:

Friday, August 26, 2011

A Dedication To YOU! And Somehting Special!



Hello Everyone. Contest time!

Now this contest is something different than most people are use to. This contest is open to everyone, my old fans as well as new one ones.

This contest is reader interactive. Ooooh!

THE RULES:

In order to participate you have to have read FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY. It’s an IR/Menage.

Buy Link: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?manufacturers_id=69&products_id=255&osCsid=6c1232251c1e45744bd0b3ee7262f414ers_id=69&products_id=255&osCsid=6c1232251c1e45744bd0b3ee7262f414

HERE’S THE CONTEST:

My editor Valerie Mann, was so enamored by the secondary character Jerry, she wanted to see him have his own story. He’s the mutual best friend of Marty and Olivia. They all have a past.

So this is what I need you guys to do after you read the book.

Hopefully you’ll have a better understanding of the dynamics of the relationship. After pondering what you read, I would like you to send me ideas for Jerry’s story.

There are so many options:

Will his story take place pre-Marty and Olivia?
Will his story take place with Marty pre-Olivia?
Will his story take place post Marty and Olivia? How will the relationship develop?
What’s the name of the heroine. Yes! You can name her!
Where will the story take place? Domestic or International?

It’s up to you guys!

THE PRIZE:
Two free ebooks of mine of your choice AND the free book that I write with your story idea with a dedication page to you!

This contest starts NOW and will end October 31st

Email me at novelgal90210@yahoo.com or kitty_imrr_asstmgr@hotmail.com
Or get in touch with me on my blog: http://missstephaniewilliams.blogspot.com/

Individuals who enter the contest surrender all intellectual property rights to their ideas.

GOOD LUCK!

Sunday, July 10, 2011

MEET MY PUBLISHERS!

Come meet the ladies that run the successful epub Decadent Publishing.

Hey Gang!

I want you to meet some people. My Publishers! These two ladies are just too much fun. I had the pleasure of meeting them at this years RT and had a blast. But you have to watch them, they can get kinda carried away. You know the type. WINK

Anyway, these lovely ladies are the ones who accept by books, market them and make my life pleasurable, because trust me, the writing business can drive you to drink sometimes. LOL!

But besides these two being party animals, they are serious businesswomen. In fact, the own and operate Decadent Publishing. They started a year ago and they just took off like a rocket!

Go here to check out their extensive library: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/index.php?osCsid=6c1232251c1e45744bd0b3ee7262f414&content=home

And here are the lovely ladies!
















Heather, Heather & Lisa, Lisa in Barrow



Here I ask them the secret of there success. Enjoy!

What made you two decide to become the owners of a publishing company?

Heather- A bottle of wine, rather delicious wine, and an understanding of each other’s strengths and abilities in regards to the business. We’ve also been friends for several years, and can read each other pretty well by now. I trust her—something very important in a partnership.

Lisa – I’ll take the blame. LOL! It was an idea that had been rolling around in my head for awhile. I was on the cusp of retiring from my former career and wanted my own business. I wanted a publishing business. There was plenty of funding, but I needed Heather’s help. As far as plying her with wine? Well, timing is everything.

Why the name Decadent? What does that name represent to you as it reflects your company?

Heather - Lisa and I love quality—quality chocolate, quality wine, quality sci-fi television, quality men, and definitely quality reading. We indulge in it, we revel in it, we get passionate and excited about sinking into a great story and losing ourselves in another world. Many women say fine chocolate is as good as sex. So what better word association when it comes to passionate indulgences than ‘decadent’? It carries a hint of dark hedonism and an air of luxury, much like a fabulously hot romance novel.

Lisa – If you go to the “About Us” page on our website, there’s a poem written by Ross Williams that sums it up. The actual name is one we have Keta Diablo to thank for. We had bandied about several options, but nothing worked quite the way Decadent did. For me, it embodies all the luxuries in life, and books are a luxury.


Where do you see epublishing going?

Heather - First of all, epublishing is not going to fade away as some hope. It will only get bigger as devices like iPad and the new Android tablets become more affordable and versatile. The younger generations are ‘plugged in’; they do everything on their electronics. Carrying a hundred books in their pocket on their phone is more convenient than schlepping around even one copy of, say, Outlander. Paper books will decline, but hopefully not go away. I like both in my library. Technology is about to become very available for ebook signings; I talked to the developer of a big program a few months ago about it and I am excited to implement that at our company as soon as possible. But with all the wonderful and fancy inventions now and in the future, loyalty is an individual decision and a fan base is best built on a personal level. It will be just as—if not more—important for ebook-only authors to attend signings and Cons so their readers can form a tangible connection to them and their work.

Lisa – “What she said.” LOL!


What’s the best thing about being an owner of a publishing company?

Heather - Free books. Actually, for me, it’s being enmeshed in the creative community and being able to control the quality of the product we wish to present to the world. I was given the gift of good reading at an early age, and I wish to pass that along. I also enjoy utilizing my strengths to help people reach their goals through this company. Lisa is the analytical one. She is terribly creative, but also loves stats and organizing things and that all gives me hives. I like the HR aspect, the marketing and promo.

Lisa - The best thing about being an owner? I help decide how and where this business is going. It’s a control issue, for sure.

Do you see any improvements that can be implemented in the epublishing business?

Heather - Personally, I would like to see the day when a customer doesn’t have to wonder which of the 6 or 7 formats their ereader uses. It’s rather baffling for someone not familiar with the lingo. It’s one of our FAQs.

Lisa - Besides what Heather mentioned above, I think the epublishing industry needs to help modify the way older folks view ebooks and ereaders. We’re missing out on a large portion of the population.

My husband and I own a motor home and we frequently take to the road for vacation. It’s hard not to notice the numbers of RV’ers who are lugging their print books around with them. When asked, the overwhelming response is, “I don’t understand how they work” or “I like the feel of a real book.” The basic fear of something new and different. Yet, with a little instruction, they could be carrying an entire library in the palm of their hand. Just think of the savings in fuel costs!


What suggestions/advice do you have for people that are sitting out there saying “Hey, I want to start an epub, looks easy.”


Heather - I would never tell anyone NOT to follow their dream if that is it. But lordy…this is not ‘easy’. We many times work 7days a week EACH--at least 5 full days--and I mean 10+hours. Even on the days off Lisa made me take over the 4th of July, I was checking email on my phone, posting on Facebook/Twitter, etc. If you want to do it well, you can’t go in half way. I REALLY admire those ladies and gents who started off doing it all themselves and made a real success of their business. I personally thank God for my business partner all the time. J She is there when I can’t be or cannot figure something out, and her strengths are different than mine.

Lisa - She sure is sucking up to me today. LOL! I think she wants this chocolate bar sitting on my desk.

My advice is to take the time and do your homework. Heather and I did a lot of research and brainstorming. We came up with our own vision, and a business model that includes working hard everyday and let nothing sway us off course. “Success is the best revenge.”


What’s a bad day at an epublishing company? What really gets your dander up?”


Heather - What makes me upset? When I am out of coffee creamer. NOT a good way to start my day. My kids are calling Nana for a 911 on Coffeemate.

Lisa - I plead the fifth. LOL!


Will you just stick to being an owner, or have you/will you author books yourself? Can you merge to two without going Coo Coo for Cocoa Puffs?

Heather - I have some WIPs—many—but I tend to write so many emails and posts and texts each day I don’t want to look at a computer screen in my down time. My Senior Editors bust me when they see me online at 2a.m. It happens about once a month and those nights are when I get about 3k written. Yeah, it will take me awhile to get a finished product. J But, luckily for me, I have a FANTASTIC group of editors who can crit me before I send anything out for submission! They’re tough. Which I like. J

Lisa - My focus is different nowadays. As spare time increases, I plan to pursue a fine arts degree in film studies and try my hand at writing television and movie scripts. Screenwriting is a different path of creative expression than I envisioned myself traveling down, but Heather planted the seed a few years ago and it has started to germinate. When the muse calls, there’s no choice but to follow.


How do you market your authors and find new marketing venues?

Heather - Lisa does a lot of advertising all over. She’s done a lot of print in RT and other places, but we’ve also done MANY ads at NOR, TRS, CTR, etc. We have a Review Coordinator who sends each book out to numerous review sites. I do a bi-weekly newsletter and post to social networks daily. We have a very active company author’s blog, and give Decadent authors information regularly about opportunities we find for them to market themselves.

We also like to look around, follow blog links to new places we’ve not seen before, study the trends, make up our own campaigns and initiatives. We created ‘Read For a Cure’ which I’ve not seen other pubs doing. It’s a Decadent program where all publisher profits for one book per month benefits Relay For Life. We do blog tours and guest features at places like Books on the House. Last holiday season we had a separate and very successful contest at a secondary blog where we had some mom-owned vendors and artists sponsor our grand prizes, then our authors wrote holiday-related pieces and gave away daily prizes. It was fantastic and the brain-child of author Amanda McIntyre. I also like to ask the authors what THEY would like to do, get their input. We will be starting a Decadent Publishing Book Club, as well.

Lisa - We’re also a member of IBPA (Independent Book Publisher Association). The organization has opened many doors to us that ordinarily wouldn’t have been available.


Where do you see Decadent Publishing in the next 5 Years?

Lisa – Bigger and better. It’s the journey, after all, and we have a lot of things
planned, including the creation of another website for our mainstream titles.

Heather- Doing this and coming up with new angles or a new slant on an old idea. It’s inspiring and motivating! Also, I’m all about 3D book covers. If someone can figure out a way to make THAT happen on an ereader, call me. I have a few cover models on speed dial.






Tuesday, June 7, 2011

It's Leanne Dyck! Come sit a spell and Comment!












Bio:

Short stories, flash fiction and blogging kindled Leanne Dyck's writing flame. The fire began to roar when her writing appeared in knitting and business magazines. Sparks flew high when two of her stories were published in Island Writer literary journal. Firefighters were alerted when, in June 2009, she self-published Maynely A Mystery. Now that Decadent Publishing has released The Sweater Curse, the fire refuses to be contained.
Under the pen name Grace Meadows, Leanne has written two erotic short stories--Untouched Places and Animal. These stories are available from Decadent Publishing--Animal is a free read.







The Sweater Curse blurb
Aspiring knitwear designer Gwen Bjarnson is stuck in Purgatory. To escape, she must re-examine her life, journey through her past and right a wrong. But which wrong?

Young and in love, she works to establish her career, except fate has different plans. One rash act and she loses everything. Never resting, always seeking, and yearning for what she can no longer have, Gwen faces the truth: if she remains, others are destined to die.

How will she solve the mystery before it is too late?


Buy Links

Decadent Publishing http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=203&osCsid=ep6jlbnir3bacfp9floeovjqt7

Amazon

http://www.amazon.com/The-Sweater-Curse-ebook/dp/B004IPPJQ8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AZC9TZ4UC9CFC&s=merchant-items&qid=1295645546&sr=1-1

Smashwords

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/36891

Sony's Reader Store

http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/leanne-dyck/the-sweater-curse/_/R-400000000000000341365

Chapters.Indigo.cahttp://www.chapters.indigo.ca/home/search/?keywords=The%20Sweater%20Curse&pageSize=12


Reviews
'Stitch by colorful stitch, Leanne Dyck knits a tale of intrigue with The Sweater Curse' -Laurie Buchanan

'Leanne Dyck has crafted a tale as exotic and existential as Danish author Isak Dinesen's.... This book defies genre definitions as it finds its unique place on the fiction shelves. Here's hoping Leanne Dyck returns many times to the intriguing roots of her family's past.

-Mystery author Lou Allin

'Go out and pick this one up, you'll find yourself immersed as well.' -Deborah Warner, reviewer for By the Book

(read more http://sweatercursed.blogspot.com/p/reviews.html )
Is there something I've forgotten? Please let me know.
I look forward to visiting your blog. Please email me when this goes live.
Thank you,
Leanne Dyck


Author of (the thriller)The Sweater Curse
Website: www.oknitting.com
Blog: http://sweatercursed.blogspot.com

Monday, May 30, 2011

Come Welcome Jennifer Madden YAY!

BIO

Terminally addicted to romances, thanks to finding her aunt’s stash of 'Harlequin Presents' years ago during a sleepover, J.M. Madden loves any and all good love stories. Most particularly her own.

She has two beautiful children and a husband who always keeps her on her toes. J.M. was a Deputy Sheriff in Ohio for nine years, until hubby moved the clan to Kentucky. When not chasing the family around, she's at the computer, reading and writing, trying to perfect her craft. She occasionally takes breaks to feed her animal horde, and is trying to control her office-supply addiction, but both tasks are uphill battles. Happily, she is unemployed right now, so it's given her a chance to seriously jump into writing full-time. She has several projects in the works and loves to hear from readers.


Second Time Around was released on December 28th, and it was my debut novel.

BLURB

Officer Shane Caldwell responds to a routine end of shift call with some annoyance, but when she tackles and handcuffs her ex-lover and the father of her son, things turn hot in a flash. Four years before Quinn Scott disappeared to make his fortune, and she hasn’t heard a word from him. As his touch ignites old passions, Shane is torn between telling him about the son he's never known, and protecting young Jackson's heart from the man who walked away without a backward glance.

When Shane storms back into his life, Quinn isn't surprised by the incredible attraction which sparks between them. He wants to take up where they left off, but years of lies and unexpected betrayals from family and friends endanger his Thoroughbred breeding operation and his dreams of a future with the woman he never really left behind. Will old prejudices separate them again or can love grow stronger the Second Time Around?

EXCERPT

Twisting her free arm behind her, she snagged the handcuffs out of their leather pouch and snapped one cuff onto his retaining wrist. He looked uncomprehendingly at the strange piece of metal around his arm, before smiling slowly, sexily. Shane felt her heart squeeze in affection when she saw that acknowledgement of who she was. Shane turned his body to her, and pushed his back against the stall door next to Snort’s stall. Quinn’s eyes widened in surprise at her actions, and then darkened with passion. With his arms above his head, she threaded the second cuff around one of the wrought iron bars, ands nicked it onto his other wrist.

Quinn never said a word, but he did clench the bars behind his head, highlighting every striation in his biceps, and the strength of his fists on the iron. Shane lost track of what she was doing for a long moment, caught up in his masculinity. It was obvious he was posing for her, and she gave him the long, lingering look he deserved. Stepping forward, she nuzzled into his neck, nipping lightly at the flushed skin. Metal jingled as he reached for her, panting. The cuffs kept his hands from touching her. "Shane," he warned, "you better start doing something before I rip these bars off the door.”

Laughing, Shane jogged across the aisle and pulled the giant barn doors closed, flipping an interior lock to keep them shut. She also double-checked to make sure the walk-in door at the end of the aisle was locked as well. Anticipation beat at her as she went through the motions of making them safe from prying eyes. She was panting as she turned toward him again, and not just from the exertion of slamming the doors. Desire built in her, and it needed to be appeased soon. Snort shifted in his stall at the commotion, but didn’t make any other sound. Quinn watched her with hooded eyes and clenched jaw, waiting patiently for what was to come.

She unsnapped her belt-keepers and let them fall to the floor with a clatter as she exaggerated the sway of her hips and strutted toward him.

Dark hazel eyes zeroed in on her hands, watching as she removed her gun-belt. Shane took her time, but Quinn’s enthusiasm, as well as her own, pushed her to the limits. She had never restrained anybody sexually before, and her conscience nudged at her. It was unexplored territory, but she enjoyed it. The mere thought of him being at her mercy was an aphrodisiac in itself. She could do anything to him, and as long as it was enjoyable, he would let her do it. Damn, that was hot.

You can find me at:
http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?manufacturers_id=50&products_id=201&osCsid=6c1232251c1e45744bd0b3ee7262f414

Facebook- http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=100000565912735

Twitter- lilbighorse

I also have an Urban Fantasy piece coming out with Bonapart Press. The title of the anthology is Urban Moon, and my story is Burning Moonlight. Should be out beginning of June sometime.



Saturday, May 28, 2011

Finding Love and Danger...Chapter Two

It is now date day. My solider has agreed to meet me in a public outdoor café. The place he picks I’m very familiar with. They have the best Middle Eastern food lots of Israeli dishes. Like many places it’s owned by a family for generations.

Of course we talked that morning. I was going to get out and visit some friends, but had to call and let them know I would have to take a rain check. My solider was more interested in having an in-depth conversation right there! I told him we have plenty of time to talk at lunch. He said he liked how my voice sounded over the phone.

I hate my voice over the phone. LOL!

An hour and a half later, I was able to shower dress and go. I had a little time and decided to walk to the location. Like I said, I knew the place well, and it was about a ten minute walk from the hotel. So I took a little side trip. There was some sort of puppet show and I sat and watched that. Then there were some Israeli musicians. I love a lot of their music, gets your foot tapping.

Finally, I arrived at our meeting place, I was still early. I was eyeing a lamb dish on the menu. I watched as various people sat down and looked over their menus and chatted in a language that was still foriegn to me. There were the locals as well as tourists like myself.

One thing that always stood out and gave me pause sometimes was that citizens were allowed to carry guns with them in plain site. I remember looking over across the table and an older man sat down with I believe his wife, and he had a .38 stuck in the back of his pants.
Considering all the crap that happened in Israel at the time (and still going on), this is normal everyday life.

I think I waited ten minutes and my solider arrived. He greeted me with that deep voice and thick accent that I found sexy. He gave me a large smile making him even more appealing. I knew he was fine in the club, but seeing him in the daytime nearly took my breath away. I couldn’t stop staring at him.

He had on full army gear, weapons included. I told him in a joking matter, he didn’t have to get all dressed up for me; surprisingly he got my American sarcasm and laughed. But then a second later his face turned serious and he told me that he’s on duty twenty-four hours a day. He said he had to be, because things were getting heated in Israel lately.

Peace talks were under way and a lot of people including some Israelis didn’t like it.
After a brief conversation on my views of the situation, we started talking about everyday things.

By the way, my views on the peace talk were, I wanted the whole Middle East to come together for the sake of peace all around the world. He thought that was interesting, didn’t agree to a certain extent, but he respected my views.

We looked over the menus and he asked me what I wanted, I told him the lamb dish and a soda. He ordered the same.

As we waited for our food to arrive, he started asking me all kinds of question about me. Where was I from? Was I married or seeing someone? He said he wanted to make sure I didn’t have a boyfriend or husband hiding somewhere. LOL. When I convinced him I was single he got even more comfortable with me. He asked how long I would be staying in Israel. I told him a month maybe two. He was shocked. He knew most Americans take only two-week vacations, maybe three. I told him that I had my own business and it allowed me from time to time to take very long vacations. He found that fascinating and starting asking about what sort of business I was in.
Mind you now, our food has arrived and it’s been some time. I still don’t know much about him.

He’s still asking me questions. I kinda felt on the spot, but at the same time, I kinda understood.
After my third degree from him, I finally got my chance.

Boy did I have questions. And guess what? He didn’t answer any of them that had to do with him being in the IDF. The only thing he told me was, that as soon and you became thirteen you were in the army and you could stay in it for life. Girls included. He chose to be a solider for life—or until his death in battle.

Damn!

After some time talking about less serious matters, he told me that he could arrange some time off and he would show me around. I reminded him that this was like my tenth time here, and I pretty much knew my way around. He laughed and told me no one knows there way around anyplace 100%. Well, he got me there. LOL!

He kept reaching for my hand and holding it and looking directly at me. At this point in my life I was use to the boldness of foreign men. But he still made me a little nervous. It could have been the AK47. LOL!

We got up and left the café. We walked around, him actually placing his hand on the small of my back and occasionally holding my hand. We went to several little shops, where he bought me a few things to take back home. They weren’t the typical souvenir stuff. When I find some of the items, I will have pics.

We walked around some more. I remember we took a seat on a wall that was bombed months ago. It made me realize just where I was. This of course was not unusual for me. The last few times I was in Israel, there were car bombings. This was just a stark reminder. I told him about my other trips here. He wondered why I keep coming back. I told him because I love it here.
That seemed to make him even happier. He asked me what I was doing that evening. I told him nothing. He told me there was a great outdoor place to eat, sing and dance and that he knew I would enjoy it. I told him fine. He jokingly told me he wouldn’t have his army clothes on, however, he would be armed.

He walked me to my hotel and we chatted some more. It seemed like he didn’t want to leave, but finally he said his goodbyes, and kissed me on the cheek. He smiled again and walked off.

This date was just a long introduction to my solider. The rest of my story, unfortunately will be seeing him in action. And that started with our night on the town.

Stay tuned for Chapter three and the interesting thing that happened during our night out.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Come meet the lovely Maureen Betita!


A Failure to Believe!

The challenges of creating conflict within any relationship consists of dickering around with how two people miscommunicate. Let’s face, that is the central conflict in any romantic situation. It isn’t she’s rich, he’s poor. She’s a cowgirl, he’s an airline pilot. She’s a granola eating surfer chick and he’s a crab fisherman. It’s that they don’t speak the same language, because they each have filters they get in the way of listening to each other.

All of these scenarios are fraught with built-in conflict. Not just because of different backgrounds, but how they communicate and believe what the other says. Or don’t.

I would imagine it’s the same when writing interracial. Or, if you’re a scifi writer, interspecies. (Yes, I write that, too!)

When I wrote The Kraken’s Mirror, my main point of conflict wasn’t that Emily was from the 20th Century and Silvestri wasn’t. Nope. The fact that she was suddenly in the pirate haven of Tortuga, and there were ipods and toasters in a world full of Hollywood swashbucklers didn’t change who she was. (Of course, she did assume she’d gone insane.) The challenge: How to get two people to communicate when she thought he was a figment of her imagination and he thought she was the most fascinating woman he’d ever met. And the key to breaking his curse.

He told her, again and again, that she was desirable. She, being a product of our modern culture, didn’t believe him. He had to have an agenda. (He did, but she didn’t know that! And his agenda had nothing to do with how much he wanted her.) He couldn’t be serious about a 53 year old widow who was short, plump and insane! Her filters made it all but impossible for her to believe he wanted her. Even though he was 65…her experiences told her he’d want someone younger, someone thinner. Someone who wasn’t her.

He kept showing her she was wrong.And telling her. But she didn’t believe him. They had some major communication issues.

The next book in the Kraken’s Caribbean trilogy, The Chameleon Goggles, again presents a major block when it comes to communicating for the hero, Mick, and the heroine, Jezzebel. Again, she doesn’t believe him. It isn’t that she thinks he lies. She knows he believes what he says. She can’t take it in, from the upbringing she had, it just isn’t possible.

Yup, they can’t communicate. Until they can, of course.

Me? I want to communicate with my missing kraken. Somewhere between the e-book and the print book, he disappeared. I couldn’t believe it, but there it was. He was gone. I’ve been searching the entire month of May…and I have posted a reward. Help me find my kraken!

Entries to my awesome contest taken on my website, wherever I guest…including here (please include your e-mail) …and (don’t tell anyone…) but my Facebook page.


Monday, May 16, 2011

Hey Mahalia! It’s Your Birthday!



















Come join me and celebrate Mahalia Levey”s birthday. Take a look at her reminiscing. Check out her books and follower on her blog and wbsites!



It’s Been 36 Years!



Today is my birthday….



Taking a walk down memory lane J



I have been:



A Brat



A Cheerleader



A Soldier



A Student



A Stripper



A Mother



Many a Girlfriend



A few Fiancés’



A Respiratory Therapist



A Assistant Therapist in a children’s psych hospital



A Rock Groupie- minus sex



An Author Groupie- All the males I crush on are Gay. Unfortunately for me I have the wrong equipment!



I am forever a Dreamer



Inconceivably Optimistic in the world we live in and yet I wouldn’t change a thing.



So why is a birthday so special?



I don’t celebrate New Year’s as a new beginning. I celebrate the Day of my birth…and here’s why.



I want to know that I lived the dash inbetween my birth and subsequent death well and that






I’ve made a mark and have given something valuable to my children, significant other, family and friends.



Maybe that’s why I throw myself into a new idea or journey no holds bar… who knows. I am blessed to have so many wonderful people around me via net and in person J



Since May 2010 I’ve published so far 14 short stories/novellas. I have others slotted for the year and am continuing to grow with the superb advice I garner from associates, friends, mentors, editors and publishers. I don’t think I’ve enjoyed anything so much as writing and the free rein I have.



What I love about literature is that the canvas is so wide that any author can create a tapestry of word weaving that leaves readers breathless and content…self-included. There are times I’ve gone back to re read and I’m like wow…did I do that?



So here’s to another year of wonderful friends, and new experiences! Another year to do something astonishingly well done to add to my dash.J



We can scratch being a better listener lol in regards to the DH because I never listen to him.



But Hopefully I’ll be a better mother, friend, author, employee and person this year.



Tell me how you spend your dash …one memorable accomplishment you’re proud of. I’ll be giving away two prizes today.



Another small tuttifruiti bar of soap hand made here in KC and a backlisted read.






Check out Mahalia’s plethora of books. And there’s more to come!































































































































































































































































Friday, May 13, 2011

CHAPTER ONE-Finding Love and Danger.....

When I arrived in Israel in June of 1995, I had no idea that one, I would be spending five months past the time I planned. Two, falling for a solider in the IDF, and three almost being a direst witness to one of the worst events in Middle East and the world history.
First lets start with the pleasant part of my arrival.

When I first landed, I didn’t plan on doing anything special. This was just another trip, that I’ve taking many times before. I planned on visiting friends, hanging out and relaxing in my hotel. You see, this was the last trip in my leg this vacation. I’ve already been to France, Italy and Greece months before.

My cousin was with me this trip. In fact this was her first trip overseas. She met me in Greece my last week there and we both flew to Israel. I warned her that since this was her first trip out of the U.S., that this particular part of the world would be a serious cultural shock. This wasn’t England. LOL!

But the trooper that she is, she joined me anyway. When we arrived, she was wide eyed. I told her to stay with me and don’t go venturing off. This was my tenth trip there.
After we rested in the hotel and watch some Israeli television, we headed out. It was night, and I wanted to hit a certain club.

Once there, my cousin let loose. She said a club is a club. Well, she got me there. But here is where things got interesting.

Some soldiers walked in and took a seat. The place was packed, so a few sat near us. My cousin and I noticed a few of the men were real cute, and they were a bit flirtatious. My cousin decided to act out. She leaned over and asked one the guys, “Hey would you like go to the Wailing Wall?” They laughed, I pretend not to know her, but it was funny.

When I turned around, I noticed another soldier staring me down. I wondered if he heard my cousin and didn’t think that was too funny. Instead he smiled at me.

Did I mention that he was drop dead gorgeous?

Black curly hair, olive skin, black eyes will killer lashes and a face that could turn heads.

When I smiled back, he took that as an invitation I guess, and came over to my table. He said something in Hebrew to one of the other soldiers and he got up. Cutie took his seat. I knew then that this man not only knew the others, but was important.

He looked at me and asked me in his best English with a strong accent, was I with anyone, a man. I told him no, just my cousin. He smiled even harder. He said he thought I was pretty and what was I doing in Israel. He knew I was a tourist.

I told him how I traveled and how I always came here every year. He thought that was interesting, He asked how I liked it, then corrected himself, saying I must love it since I come here every year. We laughed.

He said he would ask me to dance, but he was bit tied down.

Did I mention he had what looked like an AK47 strapped across him and a blade that looked like it could cut through the hide of an elephant on his hip? The IDF is no joke, and I will get to that in another chapter.

Anyway, he gave me his number. He said he wasn’t going to ask for mine, cause he knew how some women were wary. I thought that was nice. After we talked some more, he turned to the other group of soldiers and said something. They all got up. He looked at me and smiled again, and said “Call me”.

My cousin came back to the table after dancing. She said she saw the whole thing. She was like “Who was that?” I told her his name and that he wanted me to call him.

And I did. I called him the next morning. Of course he forgot to tell me I had to jump through hoops because of who and what he was. But when he came to the phone he was happy to hear from me. He said he had some time off and he wanted to meet me in a public place to have lunch and he would show me around, even though I’ve been there before. But he said he wanted to spend as much time with my as possible.

And that’s where this chapter ends. Chapter two will talk about our first date.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Welcome my guest Author Gracen Miller!




Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a "normal" person in southern society. When not writing, she's a full-time karate/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She's addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She is convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website at http://www.gracenmiller.com/













BLURB:

Las Vegas lawyer, Sadie Sinclair, has hit rock bottom. Bankrupt, with her reputation ruined, and her fiancé is yachting Aruba with a hot babe. Desperate for a break from reality, she contacts 1NightStand and is shocked to discover she's been paired with a sexy fairy.
Jace is about to become King of the fairies. One minor glitch, he's obsessed with humans. Before becoming King, he wants one night with a human before he's forever forbidden from crossing into the human realm. After a stellar night of sex, Jace is surprised to discover Sadie isn't just a human, but his mate. Complicating everything with the revelation, he's willing to forfeit his kingdom for her, but Sadie must decide if he's worth the biggest gamble yet.


EXCERPT:

Knocking once to warn her of his arrival, he used the key card to let himself into the room. The door clicked shut behind him as he scanned the room for his evening’s companion.

"Hello," she said when their eyes met.

Her sultry voice tempted him, much as a Siren lured a man to his demise against the rocky coast of her island. His mortal Siren offered him a shy wave.

"Want a drink?" She held up a goblet, half-full of amber liquor.

Her edginess socked his acute fairy senses like a blow to the gut.

Interesting. Why was she here then?

"No, thanks." He moved toward her, intrigued by the competing vibes the woman evoked…reserved and salacious.

Maybe other men found the arctic chill of her gaze daunting. He found it intriguing, even challenging. Women would be envious and intimidated by her high-level eroticism.

Stunning, and nothing like the fairies he would command. Long, shiny, black hair framed her oval face. He couldn't wait to get his fingers in the wavy locks. Gunmetal-silver eyes warily watched him. Rimmed in a thin stripe of black eyeliner and splashed with a smidge of dark-gray shadow, the contrast brought out the stellar shade of her irises. High cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and wide lips, naturally dark red, or she'd been biting them in anxiety. Unlike the diminutive fairy-women, she was tall—not more than an inch or two shorter than his five-ten height. Most female fairies barely reached his chest, which made her a charming oddity. And she owned killer curves—again, unlike most beanpole-thin fairies—and those curves were framed in an evocative, skintight, black cocktail dress.

Jace stopped in front of her and stared at her mouth. He knew many places he wanted those lips, but mostly he wanted them rounded on an orgasmic scream.

"I'm Jace."

She swallowed and cleared her throat, but her voice came out low and raspy. "Sadie."

He dipped his finger into the crystal glass she held poised below her chin. A fat droplet of liquor clung to his forefinger, and he spread it across her pouty bottom lip. Her eyes widened, and her breathing noticeably accelerated. As if prompted, her tongue swiped away the moisture, and his cock twitched in reaction.

"You're perfect. Stunning."

She laughed, a charming sound, as a blush crept across her cheeks. For the first time since beginning his adventure, he considered the horrible ramifications of falling hard for a human. Impossible! There wouldn't be enough time to grow attached to a one-night stand. Neither would his parents nor soon-to-be subjects approve.


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Friday, May 6, 2011

Finding Love and Danger—Introduction

Hello Everyone!

This is the beginning of a series that I felt I should start. Considering that I writ IR romance and erotica, I thought it would be appropriate too.

As some of you know, I have traveled extensively since the age of two, with my parents. When I turned eighteen, I began venturing out on my own. One of those trips that I take every year besides Italy, was a trip to Israel. I went every year faithfully up until 9/11. After that I went only three more times since.

I want to talk about one particular trip. The one I took and stayed six months. This faithful trip was in 1995. It’s significant to me because of the events that took place during my stay. Those that are old enough and keep up with world events know what I’m talking about.

But for those that don’t I will be go over the whole story in this series.

So let me start before we dive right in.

In 1995, I took a trip overseas. This was not unusual. In fact, I planned to hit every continent before the age of 40 (which I did in 1998). But I digress. This trip I was going to visit some relatives in France, hit Italy to visit my old voice teacher and then play it by ear after I left Israel.

I arrived in Tel Aviv in June. It was HOT! But I stayed in a nice air-conditioned hotel, like always, so no big deal. On this particular trip, a cousin of mine joined me. Now you might be asking why go to Israel? Well, it’s the Holy land, it’s historical and at the time it was the place to PAR-TAY!

Yes Tel Aviv had some great clubs. Israelis LOVE to dance! And that’s where I meet him.

He was gorgeous, funny, charismatic—and dangerous! I fell for him immediately.

And that’s where my story begins.
Stayed turned next week for Chapter one. I talk about our initial introduction.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

WELCOME AUTHOR MAHALIA LEVEY!










Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she'd be one of them. Then family life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood course of action, it took many years for her to get back to that place she held dear as a child. Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the many ideas flowing freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and expanding her genres. Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works in progress include paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking characters and watching them grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.

Look out for her upcoming release:


Coming Friday 4/29/11…From Decadent Publishing Burn Me…If You Can













Excerpt

If she’d thought she suffered from butterflies coming into the establishment, entering the Aqua Lounge was much worse. She cast a surreptitious glance at the bar, her eyes widening at the sublime man chatting easily with the bartender. It was all Bekah could do not to fall over or drool. He presented a side pose, his relaxed shirt fitting the contours of his broad shoulders and back. Land sakes, when he stood up, she got the most delicious view of his ass. And what an ass it was—nice, round, and muscular. He stuck his hand in his pocket and shrugged at

something the bartender said. She eyeballed him for all she was worth, getting the ogling out of the way. One glance was all she wrote. She hadn’t expected her date to be ultra hot. If not for her drenched panties, gravity would’ve pulled her cream along the inner seam of her thighs. The décor of the lounge fell away. Honed in on her date, she sashayed her way across the floor, adding a little bounce to her step, her breasts jiggling. The stool next to him remained unoccupied. She smoothed her kimono-style sundress to mid-thigh.

“Ashton.” Where did her normal voice go, and when did she start speaking in such an earthy tone. Hands clasped ladylike in her front of her, holding onto her pocketbook. Her breath came out in a swoosh when he turned to face her. A burning warmth filled the sexiest eyes, and not just any brown, but the color of milk chocolate, a shade lighter than her skin tone.

“Bekah, we finally meet,” He extended his hand to take hers. She accepted his hand and let out a startled sound of surprise, ill prepared for the jolt of awareness humming from such brief contact.

“Yes, we did…do.” She fell over her tongue, color rising in her cheeks. Boy, did she feel hot. He broke out in the sexiest smile—lordy above, a perfect smile—and her name all but purred from his mouth. He could call her Bekah anytime.

“You okay?”

“Peachy keen.” She licked her lips and studied him from under her lashes.

“Would you like a cocktail?”

“Can we just go straight to shots?”

“Nervous?”

His teasing demeanor made him all the more attractive. His manners pleased her, as well, when he stood, showing her his height, and pulled out her barstool. She sat, and he returned to his position on the stool next to her, his gaze never leaving hers, until she had to break eye contact to gather her thoughts. He inspired instant hot, naked, orgasmic fantasies. A flicker of question crossed his features, pulling her back to the present. Fantasy in check she smiled. “Very.”

“Me too,” Ashton said, motioning for the bartender.

“Really? You have such confidence about you.” She found herself relaxing, and hoped her mic caught all their byplay. When he leaned over to whisper in her ear, her first reaction was to pull back, but his warm hand settled over hers, brushing in gentle sweeps. She gulped in

anticipation.

“I half thought you would run the other way when you entered.” The bartender approached and wiped her hands on a towel. “Two shots of coconut rum.” Ashton kept his eyes on Bekah while he ordered, pinning her with his gaze.

“The thought did cross my mind.” She didn’t admit the gravitational pull demanded she park her ass right next to him. “Being paired with you astonished me. I wasn’t expecting the full package, you could say.” Bekah took the shot of rum and raised it to his. “To new people.”

“Cheers.”

They tossed their shots, and Bekah licked a drop that lingered on her lips. Her date’s nostrils flared as he watched. She inhaled in a shallow breath and fought to clear the fog hazing her self-control. Seduction at that moment wasn’t planned. Yet, as his face descended toward hers, she didn’t pull away but leaned forward to meet his lips. Awareness spiked to new levels as he kissed her with masterful control, easing her mouth apart to taste her. Under his spell, she drowned and placed her hands on his shoulders for an anchor. He tasted of whiskey. Just as she got used to his delicious invasion, he broke the kiss with an abrupt halt. Shaken, she witnessed him rein himself in. Had he lost control with just a kiss? Hell, she was stuck for words her damn self. Flushed with arousal, she brought her eyes level with his.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY! LAUNCH PAR-TAY!



It’s here folks! Coming out Friday. My highly awaited IR/Menage a trios! WHOO-HOO!


FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY AVAILABLE BUY LINK:
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RESERVE YOU COPY TODAY!



BLURB
Marty and Jerry gets more than Lacy’s creative juices flowing!
Lacy Cunningham prides herself on being a prolific writer in the romance and erotica industry. However, for the first time, she is stumped by her latest project. A Ménage a trois. She’s doing everything to help get her creative juice flowing. Reading others works, buying non-fiction books on the subject and renting DVDs. Everything short of participating in the act itself.
Marty, her boyfriend and Jerry her first crush from college are more than willing to help her with her research. When Marty mentions the possibilities and Jerry arrives in town for vacation, Lacy mulls over taking her studies a bit further. But it’s going to take a lot of prodding on the guys’ part before she actually indulges in that kind of research
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EXCERPT
The teakettle went off just as Marty spoke. Maybe the sound of the whistle confused her, but she must have heard him correctly.
“You better tend to that.” She pointed toward the stove.
“Of course.” He got up and removed the kettle from the burner.
She watched him pour water into their cups. The smell of raspberry scented the air. He brought the cups over to the nook and sat back down.
“Now, where were we?” he asked.
“You said you meant to make the connection between my story and Jerry, in so many words.”
“Yeah. How do you feel about that?”
“You mean an actual threesome. Marty, I thought you and I had something.”
“We do. I love you. Would this question be a problem if the threesome included Jerry?”
Good question. Jerry had to be the sexist man on the planet, next to Marty, of course. When Jerry walked into a room, women and some men’s jaws dropped. Tall like Marty, his presence took one’s breath away. Where Marty had long, dark hair, Jerry’s was medium length and a deep golden honey color. She’d never seen anything like it.
His gray, soulful eyes made you melt. His lips begged for you to touch, kiss, and even lick them. When he smiled, his cheekbones became even more prominent. And he had a voice like a sultry caress. He could be talking about the weather and it made her panties wet.
Oh, God. She realized that she’d been paying way too much attention to Jerry. But she couldn’t still be attracted to him like that. Could she? She just found him attractive, two different things. Right?
“Well?”
Marty’s voice snapped her to attention. “Huh?”
“You were thinking about Jerry, weren’t you?” He smirked.
Damn! There he goes again. “Um…just thinking about this book.”
“The hell you were.” Marty took a gulp of tea. “Come on, Lacy, we’ve never kept secrets from each other. It’s okay if you find Jerry attractive. It’s okay if you feel a little something for him still. It’s okay if you think about both him and me—with you.”
Lacy had her cup to her lips, about to take a sip, when she stopped. “You’re kidding?”
“No. It’s only natural. Look, you’re writing a book on threesomes. I tell you that our mutual friend is coming by, a mutual friend who happens to be attractive to every straight woman on earth according to your friend Edith.”
Lacy had to snicker at that. Edith did make it a point to let Jerry know the sun rose and set with him.
“I’m not upset, if that’s what’s worrying you,” Marty continued.
“I’m not worried…anymore. I’m more confused now.” Confused? What an understatement.
“Understandable. The man you’ve been dating for some time just told you he’s not ticked you’re thinking of another dude, a mutual friend at that.”
“Duh!”
Marty reached over and took her hand, sending an electrical pulse to her soul. Pair that with his mesmerizing glare and she’d have sex with him in Times Square with the CNN news cameras going. Did adding Jerry to the mix make it any different?
“We can talk about this later. Jerry won’t be here for a couple of days.”
“You’re serious.” She couldn’t believe it. “I didn’t actually offer Jerry to you, or agree to anything. I’m just letting you know I understand if you have, let’s say, unconventional thoughts about the three of us.” Marty got up with his tea and left the room.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

What's Been Going On...

Hello Gang.

It’s been a minute again, but I’m here to update you on some stuff.
First let me take this time to thank each and everyone of you for supporting me. Thanks for coming to my eloops, blogs and reading and commenting on my FB. You don’t know how much that means to me.
Also, thanks for purchasing my latest, HOUSE ARREST, which is available at Decadent Publishing. Link: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=241&osCsid=93c3e97145aebbef2e25d3f3e31ea153












I now have a new one coming out hopefully this Friday. You’ve seen it, but just in case there are some newbies to my blog. It’s called FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY.











Here’s the latest Blurb and Excerpt:

BLURB
Marty and Jerry gets more than Lacy’s creative juices flowing!
Lacy Cunningham prides herself on being a prolific writer in the romance and erotica industry. However, for the first time, she is stumped by her latest project. A Ménage a trois. She’s doing everything to help get her creative juice flowing. Reading others works, buying non-fiction books on the subject and renting DVDs. Everything short of participating in the act itself.
Marty, her boyfriend and Jerry her first crush from college are more than willing to help her with her research. When Marty mentions the possibilities and Jerry arrives in town for vacation, Lacy mulls over taking her studies a bit further. But it’s going to take a lot of prodding on the guys’ part before she actually indulges in that kind of research.


EXCERPT
The teakettle went off just as Marty spoke. Maybe the sound of the whistle confused her, but she must have heard him correctly.
“You better tend to that.” She pointed toward the stove.
“Of course.” He got up and removed the kettle from the burner.
She watched him pour water into their cups. The smell of raspberry scented the air. He brought the cups over to the nook and sat back down.
“Now, where were we?” he asked.
“You said you meant to make the connection between my story and Jerry, in so many words.”
“Yeah. How do you feel about that?”
“You mean an actual threesome. Marty, I thought you and I had something.”
“We do. I love you. Would this question be a problem if the threesome included Jerry?”
Good question. Jerry had to be the sexist man on the planet, next to Marty, of course. When Jerry walked into a room, women and some men’s jaws dropped. Tall like Marty, his presence took one’s breath away. Where Marty had long, dark hair, Jerry’s was medium length and a deep golden honey color. She’d never seen anything like it.
His gray, soulful eyes made you melt. His lips begged for you to touch, kiss, and even lick them. When he smiled, his cheekbones became even more prominent. And he had a voice like a sultry caress. He could be talking about the weather and it made her panties wet.
Oh, God. She realized that she’d been paying way too much attention to Jerry. But she couldn’t still be attracted to him like that. Could she? She just found him attractive, two different things. Right?
“Well?”
Marty’s voice snapped her to attention. “Huh?”
“You were thinking about Jerry, weren’t you?” He smirked.
Damn! There he goes again. “Um…just thinking about this book.”
“The hell you were.” Marty took a gulp of tea. “Come on, Lacy, we’ve never kept secrets from each other. It’s okay if you find Jerry attractive. It’s okay if you feel a little something for him still. It’s okay if you think about both him and me—with you.”
Lacy had her cup to her lips, about to take a sip, when she stopped. “You’re kidding?”
“No. It’s only natural. Look, you’re writing a book on threesomes. I tell you that our mutual friend is coming by, a mutual friend who happens to be attractive to every straight woman on earth according to your friend Edith.”
Lacy had to snicker at that. Edith did make it a point to let Jerry know the sun rose and set with him.
“I’m not upset, if that’s what’s worrying you,” Marty continued.
“I’m not worried…anymore. I’m more confused now.” Confused? What an understatement.
“Understandable. The man you’ve been dating for some time just told you he’s not ticked you’re thinking of another dude, a mutual friend at that.”
“Duh!”
Marty reached over and took her hand, sending an electrical pulse to her soul. Pair that with his mesmerizing glare and she’d have sex with him in Times Square with the CNN news cameras going. Did adding Jerry to the mix make it any different?
“We can talk about this later. Jerry won’t be here for a couple of days.”
“You’re serious.” She couldn’t believe it.
“I didn’t actually offer Jerry to you, or agree to anything. I’m just letting you know I understand if you have, let’s say, unconventional thoughts about the three of us.” Marty got up with his tea and left the room.

NOW ABOUT RT 2011

HAD A BLAST!! For those that would like to read about it, it’s over at Daily Dose of Decadence. Direct link: http://decadentpublishing.blogspot.com/2011/04/breaking-cherry-of-rt-virgin.html

What am I doing now?
Resting! LOL! Yeah, it took a lot out of me, but I had a great time and plan on going to Chicago for the 2012 RT! I’m a sucker for punishment. LOL!
But seriously. I am now working on a series that Decadent has going. It’s called 1NightStand. It’s so cool. If you want to check out some of the stories that are already up just go to their site. 1NightStand: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/index.php?cPath=75_105&osCsid=c9a69cc65590ebc143935940d8525eae
I don’t know when my book is due out, but it’s called IT’S A JUNGLE OUT THERE. Here’s the cover.

















I will keep posted.

That’s it for now. I will soon post about my pet wolf that I have here. His name is Slates and I adopted him tears ago. It’s been an interesting relationship.
Until next time. Peace!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

HOUSE ARREST Blurb and Excerpt








Hello Gang!


It's finally here! My latest. I will have a due date shortly, but in the meantime sit back and enjoy a HOT cop! Or have you ever wondered what was under a judges' robe?





BLURB

Judge Fernando Gonzales has a secret. Besides being the judge known for putting the mafia behind bars, he has a passion for complete control outside of the courtroom as well. He has his eyes on the beautiful and defiant reporter Janet Harrison. She has a reputation for being the mouthpiece for the mob: they come to her to rat on other members on the mafia. She’s in his courtroom, facing contempt charges because she won’t reveal her sources. Judge Gonzales is more than happy to punish her.

Janet Harrison has had the hots for Judge Gonzales since the day she first saw him in court. When she is put under house arrest, she is appalled, but at the same time, she’s shocked to find herself turned on. She’s secretly wanted to be under his control and it looks likes she’s going to get her wish.

However, things don’t go so smoothly. A terrifying mobster with a grudge is released on a technicality, and wants to even the score with the reporter and the judge who put him away. If they work together, Janet and Fernando may survive the threat of death, but can they survive their unconventional relationship?



EXCERPT


This had to be the finest moment of Fernando’s life. Not going to law school, not passing the bar, and not becoming a judge. No, this moment, right here and now, was what he’d been waiting for his entire life.

Was Janet the woman for him? That remained to be seen. He was willing to expose himself to her, to confess his secret lifestyle, and even go a step further and bring her into that lifestyle. But he could only hope she would respond.

“Janet, I’m going to share something with you that cannot leave this house.”

“Oh?” She leaned against the wall.

He saw her reporter’s ears perk up. She probably figured she was about to get the scoop of the century, some tit-for-tat secret about the Valinci family, or some past, high-profile case.

“Let’s get this straight, Janet. This isn’t a breaking news story for you to stick in your reporter’s cap and toss on your editor’s desk. This is on a personal and private level, just between you and me.”

She crossed her arms and glared at him as if he’d just ruined her freshly-mopped floors. Too bad. This couldn’t get out and he was taking a huge risk by bringing her here.

“Fine, what is it?”

“Do I have your word? Will you at least give me the same courtesy you gave the rat, and not speak a word of this?”

Her eyes softened, and she stood up straight. “You have my word.

“Come into the other room and I’ll explain. Would you like something to drink?”

“A soda if you have one. Non-diet.”

“Great.” He went into the fridge and took out two sodas. He then filled two glasses with ice.

“Come on.” He nodded to the living room.

They sat down. Janet took a gulp of soda while looking at the judge from the corner of her eyes.

“Janet, what I have to tell you involves my lifestyle. One that is based on trust, commitment, utter privacy, and being non-judgmental.”

“Whoa, are you sure you want to tell me this? I barely know you except for ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ and a talk here and there about the weather.”

“Yes, because I want to share it with you. And we’ve talked more than just about the weather. I have always felt that I can trust you.”

“Trust me?” She scooted back on the couch a bit. She was dumbfounded. “How do you know I want to know this, let alone share in it?”

“Because I know you. You may not think I do, but I know your nature very well. I’ve talked to you enough, seen you interact with others, and I saw how you reacted in my courtroom. This is something you’ll fully enjoy. You might protest at first and that’s fine. But I know you will eventually submit.”

“Submit?” She gave him the meanest scowl, and yet even that didn’t affect her beautiful face.

“Yes.” He got up and paced in front of her a bit. The next few sentences had to be carefully worded. “Have you ever heard of BDSM?”

“Yes, of course. I… you don’t mean…?” She pointed at him, her mouth hanging open.

“I’m heavy on the bondage side, although I will occasionally spank or paddle my partner, and sometimes withhold her orgasm if she’s disobedient.”

Her eyes were so huge now, they took up most of her face. He could only imagine what was going through her mind. Would she tell, or worse, leave him, before he had a chance to show her how pleasurable this could be? He wanted more than anything for her to accept him, as well as his way of life.

“Am I hearing correctly? You engage in… BDSM? You actually tie women up and spank them?”

“You make it sound kinky,” he said mockingly.

“Well, duh!”

“It’s not as freaky as it sounds and you can’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about a lover taking you and having his way with you, on his terms.”

She squirmed, and tried crossing her legs. Then it looked like she thought better of it. Instead, she sat on her hands. Fernando suppressed the smile it brought to his lips.

“You have thought of it, haven’t you?” He knew the answer to that: her personality screamed it. Control freak from the top of that pretty head to the bottom of her cute little feet. And she did have cute-looking feet.

“That’s kinda personal, don’t you think?”

“So is what I’m sharing with you.”

“Again, why are you sharing this with me?”

“I just don’t want to share the information. I want to share the experience. Come on Janet, like I said, I know you. You want this from me as bad as I want to give it to you.”

He walked over to her and stood over her, looking down at her. She tried to look defiant, but it was hard to do with a quivering, pouty lip. “Fess up, Janet. You have thought about it.” He reached out and smoothed the back of his hand over her face. “Tell me, any of those times, did you think about me? Was I ever one of the men in your fantasies? Was I the only man in your fantasies?”

He must have hit a nerve, because she jumped up and tried to leave. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back down on the couch. “So you have thought about me. That’s good. Care to share some of those thoughts? Fantasies?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t thought about you.” Her cheeks flared a deep red.

“Liar.” He leaned in closer to her. He kissed her cheek, then whispered in her ear. “What would you do if I pulled down your pants and panties, and put you over my knee right now and spanked you? Would you cry out? Would you cream on my lap?”

“No!” She stood up again, but this time, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her hard. She tried pushing him away, but after several seconds, her body went limp in his embrace. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Her eyes were shut, but her breathing was labored, too.

She then slowly reached with her hands and gently placed them on his chest. Fernando relaxed his arms, just a little, and watched her. When she opened her eyes, her pupils were dilated.
“You like that, don’t you? You want me to take you. Well, you’re in luck. I’m going to make both our dreams come true.”