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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Unexpected Christmas with @JeanHartStewart and @EllorasCave

I'm honored to have author Jean Hart Stewart with me today celebrating the release of Unexpected Christmas

BLURB:

Stranded in a snowstorm on the way back to her teaching position, Caro Atterby rightly fears the too handsome nobleman who insists on helping her. Three days and unimaginably passionate nights with Sebastian change both their lives. Caro surrenders her body, but not her secrets. So disaster looms when Caro asserts they cannot marry because of her ruined reputation. Sebastian must fight his father, investigate an old tragedy, and convince Caro they can find happiness even if she doesn’t think it possible.

Sebastian sets out to convince his love, unaware of how disastrous her past will loom, over-shadowing his efforts and perhaps dooming them. Then he finds help in the last place he’d expected. But will it be enough to save a love he knows is crucial for both Caro and himself?

EXCERPT:

Hours later he woke up, painfully aroused again by the supple body draped over his. She’d cast aside the pillow and was nestled against him, blissfully asleep as she snuggled against the only warmth in the cold room.

He looked down at the golden hair flowing against his chest and silently cursed the most damnable situation he’d ever been in. Finally he eased himself gently from under her and sat on the edge of the bed. He’d get no more sleep tonight. He certainly couldn’t stay there with his rigid cock poking into her soft stomach. He’d enter her before she even knew what he was about.

He draped his greatcoat more closely around her and rose.

Time to go check the fires.

Both those in this god-damn inn and in his regrettable body.

He’d not counted on his unpredictable Caro. He felt her arms wrap around him, as she laid her cheek against his shoulder.

“Sebastian, why would you want to get up so early? Come back and lie beside m again. I’m so much warmer and feel safer when you’re beside me.”

Sheer desperation drove Sebastian. If he didn’t do something he’d turn on her like a ravaging wolf and tear her innocence to shreds.

“Damn it. Caro, care you so innocent you don’t know what you do to me? You’re far from safe with me. If I stay in bed another minute I’ll turn on you, ravage you and take your innocence.. No one will marry you then, unless you manage to convince the fool you’re still a virgin. I won’t do that to you, although God know there’s nothing in this world I’d rather do.”

There was a short silence, although she did take her warm arms from around him.

“I don’t want you to leave me. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better so you’ll stay?”

Sebastian was not sure her words came from an angel or a devil.

He gave a short laugh.

“Of course there is. Do you know how to use your hand to bring a man’s cock relief?”

Sebastian doubted she even knew what he meant, and he started to rise again.

She held him tightly.

“Don’t go Sebastian. I don’t know what you mean but you can surely teach me. Your body is so beautiful. I’m sure I can please you if you just show me how.”

Sebastian shut his eyes. He’d get no rest at all unless he eased his aching cock, and she wasn’t about to let me leave the bed.

Check out Jean's books online:

Love living in California, even though I’m a transplant. Love writing and all it entails, crazy characters demanding to be let loose on the page, long hours of research, every bit of it. I raised two children and spent about twenty years in real estate before I summoned the courage to quit and do what I always wanted to do, WRITE! While he was alive my husband was my first-stop editor and biggest fan. Now that my children are accustomed to my writing sexy novels they’re equally supportive.

I’m currently writing my 30th book, tentatively named Daunting Pursuit. I’ve done historicals, a series of romances with Druids, another with Mages, and I’ve started a new series where the new hero has Elfin blood. He’s fun, as well as tall, lithe and gifted. And did I say sexy? My elves are my first venture into writing erotic, and it’s harder than you think as well as fun. I’m blessed as well as lucky. Do write me with any questions to jswriter@earthlink.net. I love to hear from readers!

Thank you for joining me, Jean, and good luck on your new release.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Candace Bowser stops by

Author Interview

Candace L. Bowser

1. What was the driving force behind your current novel? As a writer of dark romance blended with horror, I am always looking for a different take, an element someone else hasn’t tried before, something that will take the reader by surprise. I have 5 vampire books to my credit, and though I love a vampire just as much as the next gal, I really wanted to do something never before seen in literature, hence the creation of Remy Broulette.

2. What personality traits do you most admire in other authors? The courage to persevere is a trait that I admire so deeply. Being an author isn’t easy. In fact, sometimes it’s pure hell when you get right down to it. Self-doubt is a mean little monster that plagues every writer at some point and time. Anyone who says it doesn’t creep into their head is not being truthful. You look at book sales, what you have accomplished, and sometimes think “wow, this really should be doing better! Should I have done something different? Is it really worth the frustration?” But at the end of the day, if you are truly a writer, all those things get pushed to the back of your mind and you persevere. It isn’t always easy but it’s always worth it.

3. If you could offer a word of advice to an aspiring author who wants to venture down the road of self-publishing what would you tell them? You aren’t going to be an overnight success, so don’t expect it. Don’t take criticism to heart, there will always be nay-sayers and critics. If you love to write, write because it is your passion. Fame might come. It might never come, but that shouldn’t be what you strive for as an author. You should write for yourself. The fans will eventually come later.

4. Do you find inspiration in the works of other authors? If so, who and why…I find authors like Mary Shelley and Bram Stoker to be inspiring. They wrote outside of the norm for their time period and did so for themselves, not for the critics, not because they wanted it be their crowning achievement, but because it was what was in their hearts begging to be written.

5. How would you describe the method behind your writing? Sheer madness at best on most days is the easiest way to describe it. I have no rhyme or reason to how I write. Hell, sometimes the final chapter gets written before the third one is even finished. I let the characters tell me how they want their story told. In the end, it works for me, but it probably wouldn’t work for anyone else!

6. Are you an aficionado of any of the great classic authors? Which one do you feel has left their mark in the world of writing and changed the world the most? I, of course, mentioned Bram earlier, but there are so many. Charles Dickens. Edgar Allan Poe. Algernon Blackwood. Fred Saberhagen. Tolkien. They all bridged great divides in order to present their craft and left a mark on this world is unmistakable.

7. Is there any special preparations you take when you are about to sit down and write? I prefer for it to be silent but that rarely happens in my household. More often than not I choose music to write by that has some sort of meaning to the piece I am writing. I found I listened to a great deal of New Orleans based music and Mozart when writing Dark Days of Remy Broutlette. They were pieces which just fit him perfectly.

8. Which book you have written is your favorite and why? Is there a single character that stands out from the others? Drusil is by far one of my favorite characters from the Origins Vampire Series. He is dark and brooding, contemplative, and sexy as all get out. But favorites sometimes change depending on what I am writing, and with 15 published books there are so many. Right now Remy is heavy on my mind with his pending release. He too is a dark and brooding immortal bent on personal destruction. Half Choctaw and half French, he is the perfect part of two separate worlds to which he never belongs. He is complicated and deep the way any character should be in print.

9. Is there anything else you would like to share with your readers? I have a deep, heartfelt appreciation toward every person who has read any of my books. The biggest compliment any author can hope for is a single purchase of your book, followed by how much it was adored, and will you write a sequel? Praise makes any author’s heart soar, but when you can touch them enough they reach out to you, there is no forgetting that moment. I am so grateful for each of those moments, and I will never forget any of them.

An excerpt from Dark Days of Remy Broulette

The constitution of a man is not always defined by his destiny but occasionally by the circumstances of the life he has lived.

Revel DeMarquis stood watching as the waves lapped against the shore depositing copious amounts of shells and seaweed now that the storm had lessened. The sun was beginning to rise as he lifted the window allowing the salty scent of the ocean to fill his room. The air was heavy and dense as it rolled through Royal Street and into the French Quarter, nearly so thick it was difficult to breathe. The heaviness of the waves had ceased and was replaced with the placid rolling of the inward bay. Beams of the breaking dawn shed their light across the caps coloring them with tinges of red, crimson, and orange.

His moment of bliss, of enjoying the city as it was meant to be enjoyed, was broken by the harrowing screams of Remy Broulette.

It was common and occurred every morning with the same result. Revel hastened his pace, picking up a towel before exiting his room, to walk the long corridor to the room of his friend.

Remy stood in the corner gasping for air. His eyes were wild, nearly feral, as they swept the room. The full length of his hair was dripping with sweat. It was a scene Revel DeMarquis had witnessed a million times before. Remy seized the towel from his hand and stormed out of the room, slamming the door to the lavatory behind him. The sound of water was not enough to drown out his angry screams.

Author Bio

Candace L. Bowser is a freelance writer of fiction. She was a featured columnist for PRS in Kansas City during the 1980's and was voted one of the Top 20 Prolific Writers of 2011 at AKGmag. Though her favorite genre to write is dark romance/horror, she does not like to be limited to a single genre. Candace also writes adventure, suspense, intrigue, and mystery. Her books are an interesting blend of historical events, people, and places blended with fiction. Under the pen-name of Hargrove Perth, Candace writes New Adult as well as dark romance/eroticism. Originally from Altoona, PA, she currently resides in Kansas City with her husband Todd of twenty-seven years.

Links

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4152675.Candace_L_Bowser

Amazon.com: Candace L. Bowser: Books, Biography, Blog, Audiobooks, Kindle

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/CandaceLBowser

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/candace.bowser

Blog:http://www.candacebowser.blogspot.com

Website:http://www.candacelbowser.com

Sunday, December 1, 2013

A Little Light Loving with @BerengariaBrown

It’s Christmas. Would you trust a Werewolf?

“A Little Light Loving” blurb:

Cord’s a werewolf and the holiday season makes Cord’s skin itch, his head ache, and his wolf side agitated. Usually he goes on vacation at this time of year but he wants to be with Dillon.

Cord decides to rent a little cabin in the mountains for the holiday week and Dillon agrees to come with him. They have a few wonderful days together, then Cord asks Dillon about werewolves and Dillon reveals his abhorrence of the animals and his animal heritage. Cord’s heart is breaking that the man he loves could be so mistrustful of him. How can they have a future without trust?

PG13 EXCERPT

You need your fucking head examined. Going off to fuck a werewolf? Where's your brain? Dillon chastised himself as he followed Cord's truck. Oh, yeah, that's right -- it's in your pants. Well, you deserve everything that happens to you, then.

Yeah, but all that's going to happen is that I'm going to get laid. And it'll be excellent, I know, because Cord's so yummy.

Idiot.

Quite likely. But I'll be a contented, sated idiot.

Having lost the argument with himself, and being unaccountably happy and excited at the thought of spending the night with Cord, Dillon jumped out of his car, beeped the security system on, and bounced across the parking lot to where Cord was standing waiting for him.

The man did look yummy. Hunkalicious. Dillon was tempted to lick his lips but managed to refrain. He didn't dare look down to check, but he was almost certain his dick was leading the way to Cord. To bed. Oh yes!

Side by side they walked up the stairs, their steps echoing with a hint of urgency, Dillon’s heart beating faster and faster the closer they got to Cord’s apartment.

Cord kicked the apartment door shut and pressed Dillon to the wall. Dillon stared into Cord's eyes. Their faces were almost on a level. Cord was just the slightest bit taller than him. His breath hitched at what he saw in Cord's gaze. Lust. Desire. Passion. "Kiss me," he breathed.

"I plan to do a whole lot more than kissing," said Cord, holding Dillon's chin in one hand.

Dillon licked his lips. He couldn't help himself this time. He leaned forward and very deliberately rubbed his cock over Cord's.

Cord hissed, then pressed back against Dillon, pushing him hard into the wall with his full body weight. When Cord was plastered tight against Dillon's body from hips to shoulders, he flicked his tongue across Dillon's nose, eyelids, forehead, and jaw line, as if savoring the flavor.

Dillon reached up and grabbed Cord's head, sliding his hands through the thick, silky hair, then holding tight. "I thought you said you were going to kiss me. That's not a kiss."

"This is, though," said Cord in a half-strangled, husky tone, before plunging his tongue into Dillon's mouth.

Cord's tongue was everywhere, tangling with Dillon's tongue, rubbing along the insides of his cheeks, sliding over the roof of his mouth. Dillon tightened his grip on Cord's head, holding it still so he could thrust his own tongue in return, matching Cord thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke, until they were both breathless and gasping for air.

"Now that was a kiss," panted Dillon, grinning.

"Bedroom," said Cord. "I don't want our first time to be against a wall."

BUY LINK:http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=83&products_id=3472

Berengaria Brown Bio:

Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (magic, ghosts, vampires, fairies, dragons, and werewolves), futuristic, medieval, and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man, three men/one woman…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

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Friday, November 29, 2013

Close Call (Plus my review)

Blurb:

Twenty-two year-old Jemma can’t seem to get her life in order. Her track record with men stinks, she constantly worries about getting fat and ending up a spinster at thirty. And to top it off, she has to be a bridesmaid at her most-hated cousin’s wedding. She feels like her life is over, until Doris decides to help out. Who’s Doris? Doris is Jemma’s vagina, and she thinks more of Jemma than her own brain does. Doris is on a mission to save Jemma from herself, but is the task too much for one vagina to handle?

5.0 out of 5 stars Get ready to laugh November 29, 2013

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Oh, if the vadge could talk. LMFAO!! Ever wondered what life is like for the gentler of the genitalia? Close call is just the story to let you know what your nether girl has to say about touchy topics like waxing, dirty public restrooms, and that 'last call' guy you went home with from the bar. This is a hilarious read and you won't want to miss it.

About the author:

Eloise March is a woman who laughs at her own jokes, swears way too much and breaks any new diet by lunchtime on the day she starts. She believes in women’s equality, and all equality for that matter, and hopes the things she writes touch people in a positive way, and make them think about how they can create a better society for themselves and others.

In her spare time, she enjoys living as her alter ego, Dionne Lister — a suspense and YA fantasy author who is way too embarrassed to talk about vaginas. She likes spending time as Dionne because Dionne has an awesome family, wonderful friends and a cat called Lily, oh, and she has great hair.

If you’re looking for Eloise, or any information about future books in the Doris & Jemma Vadgeventure series, you can visit Dionne’s website, where Eloise has been lucky enough to get her own page http://www.dionnelisterwriter.com. If you’re looking for a chat, you can find Ms March on Twitter.

Links to the book: Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Close-Call-Doris-Jemma-Vadgeventure-ebook/dp/B00GZCBZ9M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1385764109&sr=8-1&keywords=vadgeventure

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/382576

Waiting for it to be approved for premium and distribution to itunes, kobo, B & N. The paperback should be available in less than a week. I’m just waiting for the proof copy. Thanks!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

You're there...

Post by Charity Parkerson.

Check out @T_Rico1 as he bares it all on my blog....

As part of my, "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine" interview series, I'm joined today by T. Rico, author of Northern Lights.

Tell me 3 fun facts about yourself

1.) I love to ski and hike

2.) I turned my childhood night-terrors into great Science Fiction!

3.) I often experience extra sensory perception and have been visited by ghosts

If you could bring one of your book characters to life for only one night, which one would it be, and what would you do?

Freddy Jorenby he is a doctor and ancient alien who never left our planet. I would talk to him about his ulterior motives for staying. Is it a “New World Order” or a genuine interest in the race he created?

Is there anyone you’ve always secretly thought of as sexy that other people might find strange? If so, who?

Lucille Ball – Humor is sexy

I agree. Humor is extremely sexy.

What’s the worst/oddest present that you’ve ever received?

Worst = Neckties for work when I no longer wore ties to work – No thought put into a gift is a gift that should not be given. Oddest = A calendar when half the year was over? REALLY?

Confession time: What’s on your i-pod right now?

The Good: Classic Rock Beatles / Zeppelin / Pink Floyd / Genesis

The Bad: Hanson Brothers – I actually liked one of their tunes m-bop I think it was

The Ugly: Probably some Eminem type stuff I was told was good. But I still can’t back ANY of the hatred he puts forth in his tunes.

I have a lot of the same music on mine.

Do you have any tattoos?

Yes – A Blackbird flying across a sun with the Words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” from the Beatles tune. I got it as homage to my mom who passed last year and prior to her passing broke both arms.

What’s your favorite snack?

Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chip Cookies – I actually sometimes sleep-eat them, and don’t realize it until I wake up with crumbs on my face and pillow!

As an insomniac who takes sleeping pills, I relate to this answer.

What’s your ultimate fantasy?

Spending the night at the ice hotel in Sweden sleeping on fur pelts atop blocks of ice, sipping frozen vodka shots and making love until we melt that block of ice.

I love that response. Thank you for joining me today.

About the Author

T. Rico resides in New York. He liives with his wife Kim and has two children, Thomas Jason Rico, and Nicholas John Rico. He is an avid science fiction fan and writer. Although able to bring out the 'fear within' of his readers, it is his own fearful imagination that fuels his ability to capture his audience.