Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Welcome Molly Ann Wishlade!

Today I'd like to welcome Molly Ann Wishlade to my blog. She has written a super sexy "biker" romance. I mean, who doesn't love a tattooed bad boy?? And wait until you get a load of her delicious book cover... well, I won't tease you, here it is:

Bound to the Bad Boy – Book Spotlight
Title: Bound to the Bad Boy

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Word Count: 41,250

Release date: April 30th 2014

Thanks so much for agreeing to host me with my latest release Bound to the Bad Boy. The idea for this story came from pondering the question: What is it that makes bad boys irresistible? Is it the raw masculine energy, the unpredictable nature, or the desire we feel to tame the wildest man around when it seems that no one else can?
There are many appealing things about bad boys. They have alpha qualities that suggest strength and leadership and there’s nothing sexier than a man who doesn’t give a damn about what others think. He knows his own mind and he goes his own way. The bad boy also doesn’t spend hours worrying about his appearance, yet he is incredibly, effortlessly attractive and alluring. A bad boy doesn’t have to be classically good looking but he must be the epitome of raw masculinity. He is intense, passionate and deep. You know that he will be loyal if he loves you and that he will treasure you above all others, including himself.
In Bound to the Bad Boy, Matt King, the bad boy of the story, is a handsome tattooed biker. He is passionate, loyal and devoted. Matt has a less than flawless background, which you can find out about if you read the story, but he also has some hot and interesting erotic preferences and a fierce passion for his sub, Megan, that has never died.
Let me know what you think and tell me what it is that you love about bad boys.
Molly xxx

A high school reunion. A Dom. A sub. Old secrets.

Megan Agnelli returns to her hometown of Cherub, Minnesota, hoping to prove to herself that her feelings for her first love, Matt King, are firmly in the past. Once her lover and her Dom, Matt has haunted her thoughts and her dreams for the last four years. She knows that she might bump into the handsome, tattooed biker at the high school reunion. But she still decides to go.

Matt went down for a crime he didn’t commit. Megan abandoned him when he needed her most. Hurt and confused, he tried to soldier on. For his motorcycle club. For Megan. Because he believed that she should be able to choose a life without him…if that was what she really wanted.

One night brings everything rushing back. The pain of loss. The overwhelming desire. The intense passion between a Dom and his sub. But can they heal the hurts of the past and move forward to create a future, or will it just be one hot reunion?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, multiple partners

The doors swung wide open and she held her breath. She tried to look away but her gaze was dragged back to the entrance. Like an addict, she craved her fix and this one had been a long time coming. Cold turkey didn’t suit everyone but for her, it had been the only way to break free.
The scent of leather, oil and raw masculinity filled the gymnasium, a precursor to the arrival of some of the members of the Night Warriors Motorcycle Club. Megan was overwhelmed by an urge to flee. To escape the confines of the gymnasium and to race back to her safe new life. The walls seemed to close in on her as she watched the recent arrivals. The room was suddenly crammed with her old fears, and the ghosts of her adolescent years danced around her, taunting her with her teenage insecurities. She was young, small and helpless.
A victim. Run, damn you. Run.
But she was made of stone and, try as she might, she could not move a muscle.
The Night Warriors strode into the gym as confidently as they had done a lifetime ago. Danger and desire in leathers. They moved with a heavy elegance, large powerful men sure of themselves and their buddies. Their jackets creaked as they walked and their heavy boots pounded relentlessly upon the aging wooden boards. Like a drumroll at an execution, Megan heard them beat out her fate.
She bit her lip. She waited. And waited. Consumed with impatience that drowned out her fears. Where is he?
But there was no sign.
Where was Matt? Wasn’t he coming? What if she had come all this way for nothing?
So you’re admitting it now, huh? You came back for him.
She gave an involuntary little nod. It was true. It would be such a waste of time, of hope, of excitement…if Matt did not turn up. Her heart sank to her stiletto heels and she downed the full cup of punch, wincing as its sweetness filled her mouth and clung to her throat. Then she stared into the empty cup, convinced that her heart was just as void and hollow.
So what now? Just as well, head back to the hotel. All alone, and frustrated as hell.
She was consumed in a black cloud of disappointment and suddenly all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry. To pour her grief out onto her starched hotel pillow until her throat ached and her eyes were swollen.
A few whoops and hollers made her look up.
There he was…striding into the gym, about to be surrounded by old school mates. Or those who would claim to have been his friends. They gathered around him, drawn to his rugged alpha masculinity and self-confidence, as if they believed it would rub off on them.
Clad in black from head to toe. Matt. Black leather jacket, black t-shirt stretched over his bulging chest, black Levi jeans and bulky black boots. He was older but still gorgeous.
So gorgeous.  
Her heart picked up its pace and her body flooded with heat. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she shivered with remembered delight. Although the gymnasium stretched out between them, she could feel the boom of his laughter as it shook his broad shoulders and tightened the sinews of his throat. She was transported back to all the times when she had rested her head upon him just to feel the sheer joy of sharing his mirth. She trembled as her love for him threatened to rock her world into chaos once more.
Matt’s hair, combed back from his forehead, exposed his flawless brow. It reached his collar and curled softly around the base of his earlobes. It was shorter than it had been the last time she had seen him, but it suited him. Megan used to love to run her fingers through his ebony curls, to wrap them around her fingers like promise rings. As she watched him, his face lit up with a grin. It was the face of a man now, from his wide throat with its prominent Adam’s apple, to his chiseled jaw and thick, black eyebrows. And his eyes were as dark and dangerous as she remembered, windows to his intense and passionate soul.
He moved his gaze over the crowd and panic broke the spell that had held Megan frozen. She turned away quickly and placed her cup on the table. Her whole body trembled and a hot flush spread from her ruby red toenails to the roots of her auburn hair. How could he have such an effect on her after all this time? She felt like a teenager again. Confused. Aroused. Exhilarated. Terrified.
She had to get out. Make a quick escape. She couldn’t go on pretending she could see him and not be affected by him anymore.
She had been consumed by her love for Matt King once.
She couldn’t let it happen all over again.

Megan took a step forwards. She wanted to start the tour. To get moving. To stop the fervent racing of her brain before it made her dizzy. Before she changed her mind and fled.
Matt didn’t move.
She went to take another step forwards but she paused. What was he waiting for? Had she done something wrong, other than deciding to come here with him?
“You have forgotten.”
She tensed. The tiny hairs on her arms stood on end. Did he want her to kneel? Should she have kept to ‘Master’ instead of using his name? How would this work between them now after so long? Did they just slip back into their old ways?
Surely he’ll tell me what to do, just like always. Whenever I’ve been in doubt, he has helped me, led me, and even calmed me.
“Megan,” he whispered as he moved closer. “Do you need me to remind you?”
She gazed into his eyes but found no answer there. Only the darkness of desire, and the danger of passion. A passion which could be roused like a hungry panther with claws just as sharp and a body just as beautiful, just as powerful. Yes, Matt was dangerous. Addictively so.
She nodded, afraid to speak.
“Take off your dress.”
“What?” her voice squeaked.
“You come into my home, then you play by my rules.”
She looked down. The fire in his eyes was too fierce, too intense. She stared at his broad shoulders instead, at how they morphed into a full muscular chest that bulged beneath his fitted black t-shirt. His arms were heavily tattooed with colorful sleeves that told the story of his life so far. Images of things he’d done, people he’d known, and places he’d travelled.
My name.
She jumped as she spotted it.
Just above his left wrist, written within the body of a snake that was wrapped around a bleeding heart. Had he done that after she’d broken up with him?
Her stomach clenched. Had she hurt him that much that he’d felt the need to ink her betrayal upon his flesh like a brand to remind him?
He lifted his arm.
“Is that because . . .” She couldn’t finish her question.
“Yeah . . . because you left. Because it hurt. Because I never forgot.”
“Oh.” Her eyes stung suddenly with hot tears. She had tried not to think about his feelings when she told him she needed out. He was tough. A man, a biker, a Dom. How could she have possibly hurt him?
He looked away for a moment, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he was trying to regain his composure. Deciding how to deal with her. She held her breath. Would this be it? The end? Would he remember how mad he was that she had left him and leave her to a night in the lonely hotel bed with just her bullet vibrator for company? And after being this close to him again, she had a feeling that the tiny battery operated device would be unable to even tickle the need that now welled up inside her, shaking her to her very core.
He blinked then turned to her again. His face was calm, his features relaxed, as if he had pulled down a roller blind to hide his emotions, doubts and fears.
“So…Megan…” He ran a finger down her arm and she shivered. His touch was feather light yet it stirred her immediately. Her panties dampened with her moist heat. “Are you staying?”
She nodded. “Please, Master.”
“Then . . .” He gestured at her dress.
She lowered her eyes. Her crimson bodice stuck out in two places where her nipples protruded. A bead of perspiration trickled down between her heavy breasts. She absently brushed at the sticky residue of the reunion nametag but it clung to the shiny fabric like her lust now clung to her.
She was hot for him. She wanted to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play by his rules. Just like always.
The thought tingled through her entire body, curling in her pussy like a hot tongue and she began to unzip her dress, trembling with nerves and desire.

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Friday, April 25, 2014

Evernight's Book Boyfriend Blog Hop!

The Book Boyfriend Blog Hop is back and better than ever!

The authors of Evernight have a brand new team of swoon-worthy book boyfriend candidates. A sexy assortment of cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, and shifters are just a click away.

Get ready to find your next book boyfriend...

Welcome everyone to my stop on the hop! I am a new author with Evernight Publishing and my first book "Love's Labyrinth" is coming out next month. It's a steamy menage that takes place in the far future, on a distant planet colonized by humans. If you like fantasy, then this one is for you.

Jhennen is a Warrior-Guard, and he serves the High Priestess herself. He managed to get ahead in life through fierce determination, commitment, impeccable skills, and the inability to take no for an answer. It's obvious to him that the Goddess favors him, and he is meant to have what he wants. Meet Jhennen:

(This image is very much how I saw Jhennen in my mind. I have tried - unsuccessfuly - to track down the owner of this image. If you're the artist, message me so I can credit you)

And here's a little excerpt from the book, the first time Jhennen sees Auria in the magical Labyrinth of the Goddess of Love:

The most delectable woman was sprawled naked on the soft mossy ground, her throaty moans hardening his cock.  Her eyes were closed and her hands gripped and kneaded her generous breasts. Her wavy auburn hair contrasted with the green moss on the ground, the tendrils spread about in wild abandon.
He had seen her before. While the High Priestess gave her speech and blessing before the Rite of the Labyrinth began, his eyes had roamed over the crowd, looking for trouble or signs of danger. It was his sacred duty to guard the High Priestess. His gaze had alighted on the auburn-haired beauty. Her large green eyes in a pale face, framed by the soft tendrils that escaped her hood, caught him.

The Goddess must have noted his interest. Either that, or when he laid eyes on her, he had a premonition that the Goddess intended her for him. Regardless, she was meant for him.

And this second excerpt is from Auria's viewpoint, when she first sees Jhennen in the Labyrinth (and he interrupts her love-making with Brener)... Jhennen just can't help being his confident, slightly cocky self :)

He was gigantic, appearing to loom like a mountain from my prone position. Whereas Brener had an athlete’s body, this stranger had a warrior’s body with a broad back and wider hips, his entire physique encased in bulky muscle. Blond hair, almost white, was pulled back in a long ponytail - I could see its bottom reach to his lower back. My eyes flew to his face, his cold pale blue eyes. He seemed to regard me with some measure of amusement. A long pale scar saved his face from being almost pretty, as did the rough bump in his aquiline nose. Leaning against the green wall of the Labyrinth with one shoulder, his relaxed stance was at complete odds with the tension that gripped me.
I gasped and used my hands to cover my breasts, while drawing my legs up to cover my splayed pussy. Seeing this, he chuckled and shook his head.
“No need to cover all the loveliness,” he said, and his words held a hint of an accent, the difference in inflection conveying that he was not from our village. It sounded like a more northern dialect.
“Who are you?” I could think of nothing else to say in that moment. My heart jumped to action, pounding away like crazy with a surge of adrenaline.
“Jhennen,” he replied, as though we were out to tea, having a pleasant chat. As an afterthought, he added, “Jhennen Vayment.”
“What are you doing here?” Brener almost growled, coming to his feet now, bristling. With them standing, it was clear that Jhennen was a couple heads taller. All the more sweet that Brener thought to protect me from him, dwarfed as he was by this man, who looked battle-trained and used to combat.

“I suppose the same thing as you are,” Jhennen drawled out almost carelessly. His stance was non-threatening but his eyes glinted with definite danger. “The Goddess brought me here same as you. So stand down, and either watch or participate, your choice.”

Does it all work out for them? Well, you'll have to read the book to see, but I can tell you Jhennen's hot bod certainly doesn't hurt Auria's motivation to let him join in. Let's just say, if Jhennen was wearing modern clothing, this is would be him:

I hope you enjoyed meeting Jhennen! If you're interested in the book, please click this link to go to its Goodreads page, so you can mark to read it when it becomes available next month. 

And I'd love to chat with you and get to know you better, so feel free to follow me on my blog, on twitter, on facebook, and on Pinterest - all links on the right-hand side menu.

What’s up for grabs?
  • One lucky hopper will win a $100 Amazon Gift Certificate sponsored by Evernight Publishing.
  • Plus, each author is giving away their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.
  • I will be giving away a copy of Love's Labyrinth when it comes out next month to someone who leaves a comment on this blog post.

How to enter? Answer this question in the comments below…

What's more sexy, Jhennen's hair or his body?

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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Welcome Carlene Flores!

Hi guys, please help me welcome the very talented Carlene Flores to my blog. She recently released "Touch of Sin" with Evernight Publishing, and it's available as a free download, so go ahead and grab your copy!  ~Ela

Cyber hugs to Ela for being such a lovely hostess today! Thanks for having me here. I was poking around Ela’s website recently and I saw something that made me smile. What I discovered was that she wrote a Choose Your Own Adventure book back at the tender age of 12! Those were some special books. I also wrote a CYOA, I think when I was 10 or so, and it was called The Jungle. I wonder if Ela will share what hers was about. I think it’s safe to say both Ela and I have transitioned into the steamier stories! Today I’d like to share one I’m extremely excited about and that is my first official Free Read! It’s called Touch of Sin (A Sin Pointe Novel Free Read). It’s my way of thanking the Sin Pointe series fans and welcoming new ones. So from me to you, Enjoy! Xoxoxox, Carlene

Touch of Sin (A Sin Pointe Novel Free Read) Blurb:
Lonerby guitarist Luke Willoughby and his band are under tight scrutiny since a press conference was ruined by a band member’s sudden vomiting attack. They’ve been suspended from the Sin Pointe tour and Luke fears they’ve blown it for good. The last thing he expects is the cute management spy sent to observe him.
No-nonsense Sarrie Walker knows exactly what she’s there to do, and makes no secret of it. Luke is impressed—and powerfully attracted to Sarrie’s strong and sexy innocence. When they end up stuck together in close quarters, Sarrie becomes dangerously irresistible—and very much off-limits. Does she hold Luke’s second chance? And if he gives in to her powerful allure, what happens to his heart?

Sarrie stepped carefully and mostly on tip toes out of the tiny, grime grouted shower. She’d had to waste one of their two usable towels for a floor mat and made sure to land on it.
The good news was that she no longer teetered on what she’d tell Mr. Keller when they made it to D.C.
Noah was sick and while he’d managed himself at these smaller gigs, he didn’t belong on a massive, nationwide Sin Pointe tour. She tried to picture him night after night and the binge drinking sessions. It hurt her heart to think of it but worse than that was picturing the landslide of sleepless nights Luke would have to suffer through caring for him. Sure, they might all hate her as a consequence, but that’s why it was called tough love. The truth hurt at first. And sometimes for a very long time after. But at least the person would be alive.
She grabbed for the towel she’d left on the toilet seat and found a loosely folded bunch of clothes. Not hers because they were too big and, she pulled the shirt to her nose, they smelled like Luke. “Mmmm.”
Her eyes popped open so wide she felt her lashes touch her brow bone. Yes, she’d just sighed at a man’s smell. It was a first. Maybe it was because her decision no longer hung over her head, but she could get lost in the fact she held the shirt he’d played in. She inhaled and the smell brought back visions of him serving as master of his guitar and the beads of sweat that had dotted his forehead, the one that hung from his nose, and the slick mass that had wet his chest hairs showing through the top of his V neck shirt. He’d been so lost in the music that he hadn’t seen her staring or cared about the sweat. She’d noticed more than she realized and had to stop and breathe through what that meant.
“So that’s it, Sarrie? You’re going there now?” she whispered to herself. “Unbelievable.”
Why shouldn’t she?
Because she’d never had these feelings for a man before? Because the two days she’d known Luke were clearly not long enough and she was here to study him, not fall into a foolish one-sided infatuation? Or was it that his life situation was too close a reminder of the one she’d finally saved herself and her father from? The heaviness of all those truths bowed her shoulders inward and down.
He’s gonna be dealing with Noah’s addiction for a long time to come, especially if he can’t stand to see his baby brother suffer. That’s what enablers did. She knew because she’d watched her mom tiptoe around her dad until the day Mom just didn’t come home.
Plopping down on the toilet seat, she bundled Luke’s jeans together with his shirt and hugged them. A sock fell from the pile. She found its match and could have cried at his selflessness. He was a good guy and he had a ton of hurt coming his way. For a second, she forgot where she was and nearly let her head fall back against the dingy bathroom wall.
Cold air leaking through the thin motel walls made her shiver. So did the thought of wearing Luke’s clothes. But after she made sure to dry off with the one towel, she pulled on her old panties and bra and then his jeans, which nearly fell right back down, and then slipped his V neck shirt over her head. The baggy look reminded her of the girls from TLC, but not one single day in her life had she ever felt crazy, sexy or cool. Well, maybe she could identify with the crazy part. Completely foreign to her was the thought of what Luke would think. And then she had an altogether more shocking thought. If his clothes were in here, what was he wearing?
Hot gusts of air puffed out from her lungs until she managed to calm them down. But all she could really think about were bare, strong shoulders and more than just the tiny glimpses she’d gotten of his chest in the V cut shirt she currently wore. She needed a drink of water. Badly. She wiggled her toes in his giant socks.

A Bit About Carlene:
Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC). Carlene currently lives in the D.C. area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights.  If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.  

Find Carlene Here:

Find Touch of Sin (A Sin Pointe Free Read) Here:
P.S. I love Depeche Mode as well, and my "Choose Your Own Adventure" novel was sci fi about an alien attack... I guess I was always a sucker for something a little out of this world. Thank you Carlene for visiting my blog and sharing a little bit about yourself and your book! ~ Ela

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

... staying on track!

So I did pretty good today with my writing goals. 5K down for the contemporary short story I'm working on. I'm shooting for it to be about 8K and I'm right on track with it in terms of where the story is right now. Hopefully I can get it completed tomorrow so I can edit it and the novella this weekend.

Interesting tidbit - this is the first contemporary thing I've ever written. Yep. Everything before has been either fantasy, or historical, or historical fantasy, or sci fi. So this was a fun experiment and I'm enjoying it. I'm starting to think contemporary might not be a bad idea, especially for shorter works - if you're trying to keep the word count low, it helps not to have to describe a whole 'nother world of your making.

So, this was my little check in. Hope all you guys are doing good with your own goals, short-term and long-term, whatever they might be :)

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


Yay, just completed my novella! A little behind schedule, but it's all done now at 16K. Tomorrow, I will have a little more writing time than usual and my plan is to work on the contemporary short story idea I had, and maybe get the whole thing almost done. This weekend, I will hopefully get a little time, and I plan to revise the novella and the short story (which hopefully will be done by then), and submit them to Evernight. Hopefully they want them both! But I have to confess - the novella is really kinky and a little on the dirty side, so it might be a tough sell. If I can't ever find it a home, I'll have to self-publish it. I think given the chance, readers will really enjoy it, so we'll see what the editors think of it :)

Also wanted to share something cool. I was on the Big Stock Photo website and they gave me an offer to have a subscription free for 7 days - at 5 images per day, I'm getting 35 stock photos free! So if you're looking for great stock images and you're on a budget, definitely check it out. I've been surfing their site, oogling all their pics... it's been helping my creative juices flow LOL

Here is one pic I picked up... how hot is that?? It looks EXACTLY like how I imagined Nico from my short story Pleasure Android 7.1 coming next month from Evernight Publishing (and it will be free!). Anyway, in the story, Nico even wears black pants. So when I saw the pic, I had to get it:

Well, in parting, I wanted to thank those who have taken the time to check out my blog. I know I just started it, so I appreciate all of you who are willing to take a chance on a totally new blogger!

Monday, April 21, 2014

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Welcome Rebecca Brochu!

Today I wanted to welcome fellow Evernight author Rebecca Brochu to my blog. She just had a new book released with Evernight and it's 25% off the first week on their site! Here is the amazing cover for "The Beta's Beloved".

You can find out more about Rebecca here:

A year after Declan Adair crashed into Carson territory and into the alpha Law’s heart things have finally settled down.  Except for the fact that Trace Carson, Law’s brother and right hand wolf, is head over heels for the fiery but skittish Lachlan, Declan’s identical twin brother.  The entire pack, including both of their brothers, knows how Trace feels about Lachlan.  The only problem is that Lachlan seems completely oblivious to Trace’s interest.
Trace, in a final attempt to woo the elusive Lachlan, whisks him away to the northern reaches of the territory and a remote cabin deep in the heart of the forest.  Trace hopes that he can convince Lachlan to give him the chance he needs to prove himself before someone else swoops in and takes his beloved away.  Trace will do anything to prove to Lachlan that he can be the man and the wolf for him.  

They were both panting when he finally broke the kiss. Lachlan’s face was flushed, and his eyes were bright, and he was so beautiful Trace could barely breathe.
“Can I?” Trace asked as he let Lachlan go so he could trail his hands down the smooth line of Lachlan’s chest to fiddle with the waistband of his borrowed sweat pants.
Lachlan nodded his agreement and Trace slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and off. He tossed the pants in the direction of the couch, attention focused on the way Lachlan’s half hard cock bobbed against the smooth line of his stomach. Trace relished the hiss Lachlan released when he wrapped a hand around his cock and tugged. Lachlan was smooth in his hand, hot and hard and utterly tempting. He swiped his thumb across the head and grinned when Lachlan moaned and bucked up into his grip. Trace watched the way Lachlan’s eyes fluttered closed and couldn’t help but frown lightly at the way he bit lightly at his lower lip in an effort to stay quiet.
“Don’t do that.” Trace thumbed at Lachlan’s mouth with his free hand as he twisted his other to give Lachlan’s cock a firm upstroke. “I want to hear you.”
Lachlan moaned loudly in response, pushed his hips up lightly into the firm grip that Trace had on his cock. He didn’t try to stifle himself again, and Trace had to ignore the way his own cock throbbed with want at the sounds Lachlan emitted as he stroked him.
Trace moved out from between Lachlan’s thighs so he could settle onto the rug beside him. He played with Lachlan lazily for a few moments, did his best to remember every twitch and shudder he managed to wring out of him. Lachlan’s flush grew, spread across the high arches of his cheeks and down his neck and chest. He could smell Lachlan’s arousal in the air still, thicker than ever before, could feel the way Lachlan was approaching the edge, muscles tense and breathing heavy.
Trace pushed him further along with a few more strokes and then he abruptly stopped. Lachlan whined at him in protest, bucked his hips up and tried to entice him back, but Trace just grinned down at into his flushed face. Trace leaned down and took Lachlan’s mouth in another deep kiss. Before he pulled back Trace grabbed one of Lachlan’s hands and guided it towards Lachlan’s cock.
“I want to watch,” Trace rasped. Lachlan jerked and stared up at him in surprise, but Trace just leaned over and ran the flat of his tongue across Lachlan’s nipple. “I want you to do it.”

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


Just a quick update - I'm a GoodReads Author now! Yay. Can't wait to add my books to my profile, but for now I have the "Coming Soon" pics for my books for now.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Squeeze a little writing in?

It's hard to find the time to write during the week. Between kids and work, and all the usual. It's close to midnight, so I should be going to bed but I think I might try to get some writing done. Not sure if it's going to bed late last night or the allergy season starting, but I ended up with a headache today. Took Excedrin in the morning and then gave in and took another dose in the evening, and I still have the damn headache. So with all that caffeine, I don't think I'll be falling asleep anyway... so might as well add to my rough draft.

Oh, wanted to add this:

I'm participating in the Evernight Publishing blog hop, so be sure to stop by on April 25th for the chance to win some prizes... I'm thinking I'll be giving away a copy of my first book to be released with them, and of course the grand prize is the $100 Amazon gift card :)

Got a little writing in today, after all

So now I'm to 12.5K in my rough draft... almost there. I already know exactly what I have left to write - just finishing up the scene I'm in now, do one more big scene, and then the conclusion.

Also, did get to go to the mall, and used my coupon ;) Hung out at Barnes and Noble for a bit with a Chai Tea Latte from their Starbucks, and typed up 1K words there, and then got the .5K in at my parents'. And now it's midnight, so I should be going to bed. Up with the roosters tomorrow.

One more exciting note from today - bought a Chinese Dwarf hamster. My daughter named her Sadie - we checked out a baby name database for that. She's so cute and tiny. In a couple days, we can start picking her up and I might take some pics and share. We already have one hamster right now - Lexi, a Syrian hamster.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Hard at work...

Just a quick update. 11K words into the rough draft of what will be a short novella. Erotic romance, of course, and this one is based on a Greek myth, so it's sort of historical fantasy. I'm having a lot of fun with it, and it's got some naughty parts to it that were really fun to write. I can't wait to finish it and share it with everyone. If you guys want to see, here is my inspiration board for it from PINTEREST - check it out for the visual inspiration.

Also, I have so many ideas for what to write next... I just wish I had more time! I outlined a trilogy, and I have a really exciting, developed idea for a new open-ended series. Both the trilogy and the series are set in the future, but totally different concepts. Plus I have ideas for several novellas that have been bouncing around in my head for along time now that I'm itching to get out on paper. So I was thinking when I finish this novella I'm currently writing, I could get to any of the above, but no - yesterday I was on the treadmill and BOOM... this new short story/novella idea comes to me and now I think I have no choice but to start with that one. I think it would be perfect for Evernight's Romance On The Go line. So it will be 8K-12K... maybe once I get it out of my head I can finally get to all my other ideas :)

If only I had more time! Today's writing time will be limited since we're off to visit my parents and celebrate my father's birthday. We'll probably have time to stop by the mall... I have this free panty coupon from Victoria's Secret that I don't plan on letting go to waste ;)

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Need some inspiration?

I'm a very visual person, so when I need a little inspiration, images really do it for me. They give me ideas and light my imagination on fire. That's why I love PINTEREST so much. Have you guys checked it out? You create "inspiration boards" where you can pin images. For example, I have a board where I've been pinning inspirational writing quotes, and boards that go with some of my past and future book ideas. If you haven't yet, definitely check it out, especially if you're writing and feel stuck. Or if you're feeling bored, but word of warning - it's addictive, and it might be a few hours before you come up for air and realize how much time you've spent on it... not that I speak from experience or anything :)

Also, another fun announcement - Evernight Publishing accepted an erotic romance sci-fi short story I wrote "Pleasure Android 7.1" for publication. And best of all... it will be a FREE READ! So you get to sample some of my writing at no risk ;) It will be coming out in May 2014, hopefully around the same time as "Love's Labyrinth". Here's the blurb:

Zola is dismayed to discover that for her 40th birthday, her friends teamed up to 
purchase her a hot sex droid. She refuses to let herself get attached to a machine, 
and tries her best to avoid the temptation. He is programmed to overcome such
resistance and knows how to wear down defenses and sell himself like a pro 
using his perfect charms and impeccable skills. Though she suspects it’s nothing
more than a sales pitch, she begins to question whether beneath his perfect 
manufactured exterior can lie genuine feelings and desires.