Monday, 30 April 2012

Guest Blog and GIVEAWAY by Danica Avet

I have the lovely Daniva Avet on my blog today and she is talking about kick-ass heroines. Now, personally I love a sassy heroine. Those Alpha heroes need to be brought down a peg or too, and who better than the woman they're destined to be with. Can't make life too easy for these males ;-)

Read on what Danica has to say on it all and make sure to tell her who your favourite kick-ass heroine is. Danica is giving away a copy of her new release to one lucky commenter.


Thanks for having me today, Doris!

I have a weakness for strong heroines. I have to say I’m thrilled that the heroines of old (the ones who were too helpless to save themselves) have evolved into kick-ass women who can not only save themselves, but others as well. They don’t even have to start off as warriors. Sometimes the evolution of an average heroine into a strong, kick-ass woman is even better than one who starts off that way.

Some of my favorite kick-ass heroines are Kat from The Night Huntress series, Xhex from The Black Dagger Brotherhood series, and Holly from the Immortals After Dark series. Kat starts off as a fighter, but becomes a better one with help from Bones. Xhex has only known fighting and survival and she doesn’t stop once she’s fallen in love. Holly is clueless about her potential until she hooks up with Cade. Each has something special about them that makes them irresistible heroines to me.

Roxana Love of my newest release, Immortal Love, has had to become a strong woman because of past betrayals and love for her younger brother. Meeting Mason Landry starts the change in her from harsh and crude to reveal the more compassionate woman hiding beneath the rough exterior. It’s why I loved writing this story and hope my readers will enjoy reading it.

Do you like kick-ass heroines? Who’s your favorite heroine of all time? I’m giving away a digital copy of Immortal Love to a lucky commenter.

Enforcer Roxana Love works for Olympus, Inc., the corporate face of the Greek pantheon, and knows better than to trust anyone in administration. Assigned to find and protect the newest member of Olympus, Inc., she figures it’ll be a grab and go job, until she discovers her assignment is the same man she slept with the night before. Keeping things professional will be near impossible when she can’t decide if she wants to kill or kiss him.
One night with Roxana isn’t enough for Mason Landry, despite how crazy she seems. However, he isn’t given much choice when he’s thrown through his window, attacked by mythical beings, and told he’s part-immortal. Roxana’s explanation is too fantastical to believe, but if it keeps him by her side, he’ll go along for the ride. Meeting gods and dodging monsters from lore is nothing compared to the fight he’ll have winning Roxana’s heart.

She woke up in a puddle of drool. Roxana made a face. Her mouth tasted like a cat had taken a shit in it in the middle of the night. Ugh. Morning breath. She needed a toothbrush and a gallon of mouthwash. Now.
She rolled away from her drool, throwing her arm out. It landed on something solid and warm. She froze. What. The. Hell. She tried to remember what happened the night before. Yeah, it didn’t take long for the memories to come roaring back. Sex. Lots of sex. With a human! A human who had managed to keep up with her, twist her inside out, and made her come so many times, she felt like they set a world record.
A groan hovered. No, no regrets. She’d needed last night to work her frustrations at Zeus out of her system. And it had so worked. She felt more relaxed than she had in years.
She cracked open one eye and peered around the room. She was in his apartment. Thank gods it wasn’t hers. He was simply too good at making her come to injure by kicking him out of her bed.
Dried spit on the side of her face reminded her she’d been drooling. Drooling! Ugh. She pushed herself up and looked over at Mason. He was flat on his stomach, half of his body hanging off the bed. She looked at herself. She was a total bed hog, and she knew it. She’d probably pushed him that way at some point in the night because she was in the center of the bed with plenty of room. She smirked.
Served him right after that last round of mind-blowing sex.
Early morning light slanted over the bed, caressing his skin like a lover. She could stare at his body forever, but that would not work. She had a job to do. Heaving a mental sigh, she eased out of the bed. He’d been a good lay for the night, good enough to leave her a little wobbly when she tried to stand.
Okay. That never happened to her. She could usually go several rounds and still have enough energy and strength to kick ass afterwards. Mason had definitely been worth the time she lost the night before. Her thighs were stained with her juices and his cum. She sighed. Glad she’d conjured a pack of towelettes when she left the bar last night, she grabbed a few to clean herself. With the way they’d gone at it, it was a damn good thing she couldn’t get pregnant from a mortal. Her body needed immortal seed to conceive. She shook her head with a soft laugh.
She found her four thousand dollar dress crumpled on the floor. Eh, looked like she had another dress to donate to the cleaning service. She waved her hand towards the dress, sending it to her apartment on Mount Olympus. She conjured a pair of distressed Hudson jeans and an Aiko tunic because she’d be combing the streets for Zeus’s friggin’ grandson. She’d leave the panties for Mason. They were her favorite, yeah, but were so torn up she couldn’t wear them again.
Roxana smiled and dressed as quickly as she could. No use hanging around for Mason to get all weepy when he saw the best piece of ass he’d ever had walking out the door. She wasn’t cocky. She’d seen the enthralled look on his face. She stopped to buff her nails. Yeah, she was good. And in a damn good mood after yesterday’s self-pity party.
It took a little longer to find her shoes. She leaned on the bed to put them on, her gaze eating up the sight of a naked, exhausted Mason sprawled on the bed. He was so sexy. She sighed. His skin was so gorgeous, like dark satin poured over steely muscles. Yeah, she could get used to that sight. The scars littering his skin only made him much more attractive to her. She so loved a male who—
She blinked. Shook her head. A little laugh escaped her. She was imagining things, of course. Roxana stood up straight and swung her purse over her shoulder. She headed to the door, pausing in the doorway.
And looked back at the big man on the bed. His head was turned towards her, his face relaxed in sleep. She tilted her head to the left, then to the right. Her heartbeat spiked. No. No, no, no!
Her purse fell to the floor with a thud, but she ignored it as she stalked back to the bed. Upon closer inspection, the scars looked familiar. Too familiar for her peace of mind. The scar tissue on her back and chest itched. No, this could not be happening.
Her legs gave out, and she sprawled on the floor next to the bed. She stared up at the ceiling as her brain swirled with the implications of what she’d done.
She’d had sweaty, dirty monkey sex with Heracles’s son. She was so screwed, she’d be lucky if she could hold her head up at the next inter-company mixer. Her hands curled into fists.
She was going to kill Mason and make it look like an accident. She was an Enforcer; she was good at things like that. He’d never even realize it. The bastard. He’d probably tell his man-whore dad all about her begging him for his cock. Impotent tears burned her eyes as she imagined the hard-earned respect she’d gained over the last two thousand years slipping away from her.

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Sunday, 29 April 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

Today's six come from Riding Her Tiger, my Paranormal BDSM novella, which releases on Tuesday.

In this scene Estelle is in her very first on line session with Ink and has been ordered to pleasure herself whilst in the office. The session is interrupted by her boss, the very man she hopes to seduce...

"Are you quite allright, Estelle? You seem a bit flushed."
"I…I'm fine thank you, Sir."
She flinched at the double entendre, and she knew her cheeks were flaming. She hastily crossed her arms over her traitorous nipples and clenched her hands to hide the wet evidence of her arousal. Time stood still, whilst he slowly ran his gaze over her body; and by the time he smiled, Estelle was sure she was going to combust with nervous energy and unfulfilled sexual need.

Till next week, folks...

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Thursday, 26 April 2012

Meet Isabella Ellis - Guest interview and Giveaway

Please join me in a warm welcome to brand new author Isabella Ellis, whose debut novel  The Vampire's Bride released today with Evernight Publishing.

Congrats Isabella on your release J
I love that cover and the title alone has me intrigued. I do love my vampire stories, so this is going on my wish list.

Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

I am a student and a mother. I spend my days writing and my weekends singing karaoke. I hope my writing is better than my singing.

What made you write ‘this’ story?

Vampires are always a fascinating subject so I wanted to put my own spin on them. In my world, vampires inhabit fictional countries (similar to England and France) during the 18th century. There are princesses and knights, but the women don’t fall apart in the face of danger. I had also never written an erotic story in which virginity played a large role, so this was something new for me.

Tell us about your cover.

I adore my cover. It features the characters of Lady Caroline Haley (the Chosen) and Prince Sloane Vaughan (the title vampire). When I saw it, I was so thrilled that the artist had rendered Caroline exactly as I pictured her in my imagination.

Describe a typical day’s writing for us

There is nothing really typical of my days. With school, my freelance work, and writing, I do what I can when I can. When I do write, I shut myself up in my office and type for as long as I can.

What inspires you?

In writing the things that inspire me are what I wish I could experience. I would love the days of gowns and chivalry, of palaces and carriages. In life, my sister Laura. She never quits.

If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

In my dreams, a stand-up comedian.

Do your characters ever surprise you?

Very much so. In this book, two secondary characters fall in love, and I didn’t see it coming until I was typing it. It works beautifully though, so I rolled with it.

What could not do without when you’re writing?

Quiet and solitude.

What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

Embrace rejection. It’s part of being a writer. Learn from it, grow a thick skin, and keep moving.

Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

I hope to have several erotic books in my name. I also aspire to be an influential poet.

Do you have a favourite quote?

One of my favorite books/movies is Girl, Interrupted. From that, my favorite is ““I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.”

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

Unfortunately, I often have writer’s block. I will have a week or two of total inability to write, and then weeks of non-stop writing. It’s rough.

What other books can your readers look forward to?

The second book in the Chosen series is nearly complete as I type this. It is tentatively titled The Vampire’s Second. Without revealing too much, it continues the adventures of Caroline, Sloane, and everyone else you will meet in The Vampire’s Bride. With a twist.

And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

“Sloane, may I ask a question?”
            His smile widened, and she could see his fangs glinting in the candlelight.
            “Of course, you needn’t have to ask.”
            Gulping softly, she whispered, “Is it true? What they say about Others?”
            Sloane’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
            “I mean, as in seduction. I’ve heard tales my whole life of vampires being able to take anyone to bed, willing or unwilling.”
            Sloane straightened up. “It’s true. That is an ability my kind possesses. But I have never used it. Nor would I use it on you. I want you to want to be my wife, Caroline. I want you to be happy. The prophecy means nothing if our union is a farce.”
            Caroline worried she had offended him. He looked so serious and melancholy when replying to her. Being an Other in a world filled mainly with mortals couldn’t be easy. She raised a hand and slid it behind his ear, then down his cheek. His skin felt cool to the touch, but not strange in any other way. Along his chin, she felt the coarseness of his stubble and smiled to herself. She loved this manly aspect, and she loved his words. He wanted them to be happy together. Her nervousness was slowly melting away. 
            Sloane leaned close to Caroline’s face. She felt his eyes lock on hers and she leaned forward a little as well. Their lips met in an open kiss, and he slipped his tongue over hers. At first, kissing Sloane was an odd sensation. Where their tongues met, his mouth felt warm, yet she still sensed an iciness. Perhaps it was his breath? It reminded Caroline of a few winters ago, when she burned her finger on a candle. Emily brought a bowl of snow for her to plunge her hand into. Only, that experience was painful, and this one was of pleasure. He ran his hand deep into her hair, tugging softly on her tresses as they pressed against each other. Slowly, she reclined into the bed, and Sloane followed her. He shifted so his body was on top of hers, and Caroline could feel the texture of his shirt on her breasts through her thin gown.
            As their mouths explored each other, Sloane let his hands roam from her hair down to her body. Timidly, Caroline slid her hands from his chest and up over his back. The muscles of his lean body were strong and sinewy. One of his hands found her breast, and he lightly pinched her nipple until it hardened into a pebble. Caroline let out a slow hum of arousal. Her weakness had always been a slightly rough touch on her breasts. Sloane must have taken this as a good sign, and slid his body down so his face was level to her chest. He nuzzled the nipple of her other breast with his lips until it rose to match the first one. Then, he returned to the first and sucked it, cloth and all, into his mouth. His fingers played along her thighs and then slipped under her chemise, tracing their way up to the breast his mouth wasn’t focusing on. The combination of his skin on her bare flesh, and his mouth and the wet silk of her nipple made her arch her back in desire.
            Sloane sat up on his knees and motioned for her to do the same. Caroline obeyed, and he pulled her nightgown over her head, leaving her completely naked. She could feel herself blush and cupped her hands over her soft, bare breasts.
            “Don’t,” he said, taking her hands in his and lowering them to her sides. “You’re beautiful. Lay back.”
            Caroline obeyed, and he leaned down and began kissing his way from her mouth, down her neck, to her breasts, and then south across her stomach. He moved himself in front of her knees, and placed a hand on each one.
            “Spread your legs.” He commanded her, albeit gently.
            Confused, she kept her legs together. Caroline knew it was imperative that she remain a virgin until after they were wed. Did Sloane mean to go against the Prophecy?
            Smiling, Sloane shook his head. “My lady, have faith in me.”
            Deciding to trust him –– after all, he would be her husband in just a few days –– Caroline opened her legs. Sloane lowered himself down between them and continued his kissing where he left off. Down the curve of her hip and then toward her cunny. She felt his hair tickle the insides of her thighs and she started to giggle, but right at that moment, his kisses landed on her there. His tongue traced from the top of her slit to where her secret hole lay. Her body tingled with the thrill of it. This was something she’d never done before, not even with Luke, for she felt it was too easy to get carried away.
            Switching up the pressure, he alternated between long slow licks and short, soft kisses on her pussy. Then, he slid his tongue upwards and focused on what Caroline called her rosebud. Occasionally, in the dark of night and in the privacy of her bed, she would touch herself there until her legs tingled and her cunny tightened. As he circled his tongue and fingers on her, Caroline felt the familiar rising in her lower stomach, a sign that she was going to cum soon. She tensed her legs around his head and turned into her pillow to avoid crying out loud.
            Sloane sat up as she did, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “I must be going, my lady. I await tomorrow’s journey. I am looking forward to you seeing my homeland.”
            Caroline smiled against his face. “I am as well. Good night, Sloane.”

Thanks so much for visiting us today, Isabella.  I wish you many, many sales J

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Isabella has kindly agreed to give away a copy of her book. Just leave a comment to be in with a chance to win!

Sunday, 22 April 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

Today's six are one again from the just released The Alphas, Blood Bar Chronicles.

Henri has just run into Noelle...

Henri stood rooted to the spot, watching her from the shadows. What on earth was she doing in Edinburgh? And who had put those shadows in her eyes? The fresh-faced, sassy student he'd picked up in a bar in London, not dissimilar to this one, almost seven years ago had changed into a beautiful woman, who seemed to carry a heavy burden. His gut had clenched and his conscience churned, seeing the storm of recognition in the depths of her blue-grey eyes eyes earlier. Eyes which, he knew, changed color with her mood: Azure when she was happy, sparkling with laughter; the color of a summer's sky when she was deep in thought; and the dark, soulful blue of the darkest ocean in the throes of passion.

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Have a great Sunday, folks :-)

Saturday, 21 April 2012

The Alphas have arrived in style

Following on from yesterday's release day blog, I'm happy to announce that Alison won a copy of The Alphas. Congratulations, Alison, please let me know which format you'd like :-D

I am also very excited to have woken up to a shiny silver star on ARe this morning. The Alphas are a Bestseller in the Ancient Historical Category and currently at #8. Not bad going, considering we only released yesterday!

*happy dance*

Thank you to all who have bought it :-D

Have a great weekend, folks and come back tomorrow when I will share another six from the Alphas for Six Sentence Sunday.

Friday, 20 April 2012

Release day!!!

Lots of demented hopping is going on here today, because The Alphas, Blood Bar Chronicles, Book One releases today. My contribution is Saving Hope.

“Saving Hope” 

Noelle has only one thing on her mind — how to save her sick daughter from a mysterious illness. The night out with the girls ought to be a distraction, but it turns out to change her life forever.

Fate is not something Henri, a two thousand year old vampire, takes lightly. When he steps into the bar teeming with Supernaturals, there is only one scent he finds. Noelle was the one woman he’d never forgotten. She held a secret that could cause a war. With time finally ticking in his ear, there is only one decision he can make — he has to protect her or die trying.


To say I am excited would be an understatement, but today I am in good company. You see the ladies who are in this anthology with me belong to my amazing Critique Group UCW. 

You will have heard me wax lyrically about the UCW girls on more than one occasion, and I will no doubt continue to do so for years to come. They are so much more than 'just' critique partners. They have become firm friends and my second family and I know I wouldn't have achieved half of what I have, without their support, critique, whip cracking and holding of hands that happens every day in our group.

Don't believe me? Look at this UCW Banner our resident IT Guru Cherie Nicholls made to celebrate the group's achievements over the last year.

We are adding to those covers all the time! 

Talking of Cherie Nicholls, it was one of her random ideas (she's famous for them) that is to blame for this anthology. We were all in a bit of a writing slump, and waiting on submissions and Cherie said, "I had this idea..."
We all groaned and then sat up and took notice when she explained it. Just for fun (famous last words)let's take a group of ladies round a table in a bar, we all take one lady and tell her story.

We swapped ideas, came up with a theme and off we went. Breathless Press heard about our group project, said could they have a look and the rest is history. All three books in the series have now been accepted, so look out for them in the months to come.

Pretty awesome stuff all round. I had such fun writing this story and working closely with my mates and we are very proud of the Alphas. If you like shifters, vampires, fire elementals, time travel and a bit of Egyptian history and prophesy thrown in and lots of heat, then give the Alphas a whirl. You will not be disappointed and yeah, I am biased, but as Cherie would say, Bite me!

The Alphas are all giving away an e-copy of our new release, so you have four chances to get your little hands on one. Just leave a comment below and then hop on to Cherie Nicholls, Arya Grey, and Jorja Lovett. If their posts aren't up yet, they soon will be, so do check them out. 

*gets her whip out to get the other three to blog*

All that remains is to leave you with a little excerpt.

"Belle, as much as I would love for you to undress me, there is no need. I'm fine." His large hands on hers stilled her feverish attempts, and the mocking words finally registered over the frantic beating of her heart.
"How can you say that? You're not fine, there is too much blood. We—" His grip under her chin forced her to look up at him, freezing her protests. As she watched, the lacerations on his throat and cheek closed in front of her eyes. But that was impossible, unless…"What in the world are you?"
The man—thing, whatever he was—froze at her whispered words, and the brief glimpse of pain she caught in the indigo depths of his eyes before he looked away, spoke to her more than any words could have. The coolness of his skin seeped into her hands still resting on his shirt, and she bit her lip to stop from reacting further as all the puzzle pieces clicked into place. It all made sense now. From the minute she had spotted him all these years ago, she had been unable to resist him, and even now all her body wanted was for him to bury his cock deep inside her, and damn the consequences. Her hands moved over the muscles in his chest of their own accord, traveling up to his throat over the just-closed tear. They skimmed along the strong jaw, stopping just short of his full mouth. She watched his fangs descend with a soft click.
"What do you think I am, ma belle?" His deep voice washed over her, increasing the tingles in her core. Moisture pooled between her legs, and she couldn't quite stop her low moan of arousal. He tightened his hold on her arms for a moment before he pushed her away. "Noelle, listen to me, there is something you need to know. You're not yourself." He paused, shaking his head at her as she strained to get closer to him. "If you were, you'd be running away screaming by now, not looking at me with come-fuck-me eyes."
Instead of appalling her, the crude words sent a renewed burst of her juices into her already drenched knickers. She locked her fingers behind his neck, but he wouldn't budge, even as she tried to close the distance between them.
His voice was a low rumble in her ear. "Noelle, listen, you're under a spell. What you feel right now, it's not real."
Damn him, he talked too much. She so needed to come. Of course she was under a goddamn spell, one of his doing. She hardly recognized the needy voice coming out of her mouth, pleading with him. "I don't care, just—Please, I want you."


Thursday, 19 April 2012

Meet Jorja Lovett's hot Texas Ranger - Character interview

I have a special visitor on my blog today—Jorja Lovett's rather yummy hero Smith Masterson from Into the Wild. I do feel a bit possessive when it comes to Smithy, namely because I was privileged to get to know him from the very first few chapters.


Don't tell him, but I've seen it all.


So without further ado, please help me extend a warm welcome to Smith Masterson, Texas Ranger extraordinaire J

D. So glad you could make it Smith. Do sit down and make yourself at home. What can I get you?

S. Hey D. Thanks for the invite. I’m on duty, so just plain ol’ water will do.

D. I know you must be very busy, so I'm very happy you could stop by and say hello to my readers.

S. Well, you know I have a soft spot for pretty blondes.


D. So, tell me, what exactly does a Ranger do, and did you always want to be one?

S. The Texas Ranger Division is a law enforcement agency and our duty is to conduct criminal investigations and apprehend wanted felons. Yeah, it was always in my DNA to join up and catch the bad guy. When every other eighteen year old partied his ass off, I was hitting the books to make sure I made the grade.

D. Have you made any sacrifices for your job?

S. I guess I missed out on those wild teenage years but I think my buddy David probably caused enough damage for both of us! My nomadic lifestyle also meant that I never really let anyone get close but things kinda worked out for me in the end so I have no regrets.

D. How do you feel about Jorja having told your story?

S. Hmm, not sure I like folks knowin’ my business but if it stops one jackass from being a stubborn son of a bitch like me when it comes to love, then I guess it’s worth it.

D. What first attracted you to Laurie?

S. She’s true to herself, ain’t afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve and I like that honesty. And have you seen her? She’s smokin’ hot too *grins*

D. Tell me about the jail scene.


S. *takes his Stetson off to scratch his head* 

Yeah, she caught me by surprise that night. Laurie Sommers sure knows what she wants and that was probably the best sex I ever had. That’s all you’re getting on that one!

(thought he might be difficult on that one. When you read it you'll know why I asked)

D. Oh come on, Smith, at least tell us, whether you still use handcuffs. And I don't mean in your job!

S. The handcuffs, the Stetson and there’s usually chocolate involved too.

 *shakes his head*

(oh be still my beating heart)

*fans herself discreetly*

D. Do you think David and Delia will get their own story?

S. A wild couple like that deserves a story but I think even Jorja would blush at what they get up to.

D. Is there anything you'd like to say to Jorja?

S. Thanks for getting me and Laurie back together. We’re awful grateful for those love scenes!

* suppresses a juvenile giggle*

D. Thanks so much for stopping by Smith.

You’re welcome Ma’am.

After another doomed relationship, Laurie Sommers cocoons herself in the 'living ghost town' of Coyote Creek. But the arrival of Smith Masterson, her unrequited teenage love, torpedoes her cozy spinsterhood, setting her ablaze with a burning desire she believed long gone. 
A Texas Ranger through and through, there's no room for a relationship in Smith's life - not at eighteen and certainly not now, when he's investigating a robbery and the subsequent shooting of the Captain. Persuading Laurie to fake a relationship to keep his cover is the easy part; the hard part is restraining himself around her.

“Did you know Smithy’s packing heat?” David jerked his head in the direction of her love interest, presumably in an attempt to divert her attention from his flirting.
            Laurie’s eyes were bright as Smith opened his jacket to accommodate her, indulging in a leisurely perusal of his built bod.
Only when she had wandered over the muscular landscape of his thighs, did she get the joke. Slung low from his hip was a black holster complete with replica pistol.
“Apparently I can’t be trusted with the real thing.” Amusement danced in those chocolate irises, whether at her noticeable fascination with the heat between his legs or the pretend gun, she wasn’t certain.
“These guys are trained, professional in what they do. They can’t have every Tom, Dick or Harry running about shooting all and sundry.” Laurie respected Buster’s rules and expected Smith to do so.
“And which am I?” He let the coat fall closed, and she realized she was still staring at his nether regions. It was as well they hadn’t put him in a pair of leather chaps or she would never have torn her eyes away.
“Tom?” He stepped closer.                                           
“Harry?” Another step.
“Or Dick?”                                                                 
She licked her scarlet lips, the shadow of his Stetson falling over her cleavage. Yep, he knew what she had been staring at.
“Places, everyone!” Camille rapped the bar to garner attention.
“Where do we go?” Smith’s arm curled around her cinched waist.
“The fight scene usually starts over a card game, so we need to blend into the background. There’s a perfect view from the balcony if you want to see what’s going on.”
Laurie tried to focus on playing her part and not the possessive hold of the handsome gunslinger at her side.            Taking up position at the top of the staircase, they had a clear view of proceedings. Visitors crowded around to watch the drama unfolding between Wes and Buster, the dapper conman and the gnarly cowhand. Smith leaned over the balcony rail as the gamblers set up the card school below.
“How much?” he said without turning around.
“Excuse me?” She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this, but he didn’t sound as though he was joking.
“How much for an hour in there?” He indicated the bedrooms with a nod of his head.
“Oh no, us saloon girls are here for company only. We talk, we dance, we get you to buy drinks, but we don’t do that, sir.” If he was letting loose and getting into character then she was happy to play her part.
“No? The men of the old west respect that?”
“They do unless they want to enrage the barkeep.” She could imagine Wes’s reaction to her being propositioned on his premises.
“I think I’ll take my chances.” Laurie let out a squeal when he lifted her off her feet. Throwing her over his shoulder, legs and petticoats flying, he bundled her into the room.
“Sir, I think the establishment down the road would be more suitable to your needs,” she said, half-heartedly fending off the advances of the dashing stranger.
“I’ve got everything I need right here, darlin’.” His mouth ravaged hers, and the hard, passionate kisses were every bit as much of a turn on as the soft, lingering ones she had gotten used to. Hoisting her by the rump, he pulled her close until his hardness pressed into her belly. His lips and tongue pursued heedlessly, leaving her stunned by the sudden turnaround in the chase.
            Minimum effort was required to free her from the restrictive corset. A quick tug poured her breasts into his greedy hands, and his insatiable tongue relocated to attend her rosy tips. “You’re beautiful.”
She wasn’t sure what the catalyst had been to change his mind, but she wasn’t about to question his sudden horniness. Her skin was on fire with every lick; it cooled with the breath of his reverent words. The contrasting sensations had her spinning, the earth moving beneath her.
Lifting her onto the dresser, he pushed the cracked porcelain jug and basin to one side. He pulled her to the edge and wrenched her thighs apart. A deft hand snaked along her silk-clad leg and paused at the frilly red garter.
“What’s this?” He stepped back for a closer inspection, and whistled. “I think we’ll leave that there for the time being.”
“Why, is it turning you on?”                  
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it along his crotch, the rigid expanse answering her question. “What do you think?” 
Had Smith finally decided to give in to wild abandon? She certainly hoped so.
            As if reading her mind, he ripped her panties off in one, swift movement. She reached for him and stroked his hard bulge begging for release. This time he made no attempt to stop her.
            His silver belt buckle wasn’t so co-operative, and she struggled to open it. “Do you really need to wear this darn thing? It doesn’t make it easy for a girl to get in there, you know.”
With practiced movements, he released the catch and whipped it out of his waistband. “Better?”
The green light had her popping the buttons of his fly open, his firm length nudging her. The slight contact through the cotton of his boxer briefs caused him to gasp. Desperate to see all of him, she pulled him free, his long, thick cock springing proudly from a mass of black curls. Slick in preparation, she anticipated its courtship.
The distant sound of shouting and tables being overturned briefly stalled her. Smith’s cock jerked, impatient for tending. In compliance, she encircled him with her hand, grasping firmly. He planted his hands on the dresser and braced himself.
With the building friction along his shaft, he moaned and thrust. She cupped his sac, massaging until his tip glistened with the promise of what was to come.

Into the Wild is available through Evernight Publishing

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So, there you have it. I will now go and have a cool drink and resist the urge to look out of my window and watch him walk down the street....

Monday, 16 April 2012

How do you dress? Guest blog by Casey Sheridan

Today I welcome Casey Sheridan to my blog with her new release, Number 69. She is talking about the way we dress and what it says about us.

*glances down at her current Pjs and giggles*

Over to you Casey :-)


How do you dress?

Trudy shrugged nonchalantly. "You know what it means. You wear long, billowy skirts or polyester pants and shirts buttoned up to your chin. Just because you work in a library doesn't mean you have to look like my great-aunt Gertrude."
Melodie gasped. "What? I do not look like your great-aunt?"
Trudy laughed and reclined in her chair. "Oh please! You're getting there, Melodie. Right down to the cotton granny panties, antique-looking support bra, and orthopedic shoes. You even wear your in a bun.!" From Number 69 by Casey Sheridan.

Melodie Kane, in Number 69, is a librarian and she obviously dresses conservatively. I'm not saying all librarians dress in a conservative manner. I'm sure some dress fairly cool, hot, hip, whatever. And I'm not saying Melodie dresses the way she does because she's a librarian. She's conservative because that's the way she is. She loosens up, though, after a shopping trip with a friend.

While she filed her stack of books, she had to admit she loved the feel of the clothes she'd bought a couple of weeks ago with Trudy, all the silk, satin, linen, and not to mention the new lovely, floral perfume. Then there were the panties and bras. It took a little time to get used to the idea of wearing such delicate and lacy underwear, yet Trudy was right about feeling sexy. Of course, wearing a thong was a different matter altogether. Having a strip of fabric between one's ass cheeks was like a perpetual wedgie, but she was getting used to it. – from Number 69

I have to agree with that last quote regarding the thong. LOL! The first time I wore one (many moons ago), it felt just plain weird – like a perpetual wedgie.
I have to dress pretty straight-laced for my day job, but I do like to wear pretty , lacy, feminine things underneath.
Tell me….do you dress like a wild child? A school marm? Or are you more like me – respectable on the outside, but naughty underneath?

A matchmaking party was not Melodie’s idea of fun, and wearing vibrating panties was just plain weird. Or was it?

Should she go to the party? After all, she just might meet Mr. Right. And if he doesn’t show, she has the vibrating panties to keep things interesting.

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Casey Sheridan wrote her first erotic story on a dare, and  loved it so much she never stopped. Casey’s work has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica and RSVP-Erotica.
She loves reading, writing, chocolate, book stores, and art museums.
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Fab post, Casey, thanks for stopping by on your tour. For the record. I'm a jeans and t-shirt's kinda girl, always have been, always will be. However, I do like to wear sexy things underneath. Hubby has a bit of a thing about supplying me with lingerie. Win win situation if you get my drift.


All that remains is my review for Number 69...

I knew I wanted to read this, from the minute I read the blurb. Think it was the vibrating panties that snagged my attention. Such a fun idea.

And that's the way I would describe this book. A fun read. I immediately liked the heroine and I wanted her to get her happy ever after. Casey did a good job of keeping the reader wondering who the hero was. I had a few... surely not?... moments whilst reading it and for quite a short read, there were some great twists. I read this in one sitting, whilst feeding the baby, who fell asleep, and I just sat there, because I had to finish the book.

Great humour, hot sex, and a truly original concept. Well worth a read :-)

Sunday, 15 April 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

I took a break last week, but we're back today with six from my story Saving Hope from The Blood Bar Chronicles, which releases very, very soon. For those of you that don't know this is a collaboration with my wonderful critique group UCW and we're all quite excited about it. This is book One and there are two more coming.

*big grin*

But enough of ramblings and on to the six. Noelle has been hiding something...

"Why didn't you tell me?"
The tone of those carefully enunciated words could have cut glass, and the barely controlled anger behind them stirred her own temper as he slowly advanced toward her. He looked every inch the predator, his pale complexion even more drained of color, fangs fully extended, hands shaped into claws, his eyes narrowed to slits. Noelle swallowed nervously. Seeing him on the edge, danger pouring off his half-naked frame, muscles rippling as he moved with seemingly effortless grace, really shouldn't turn her on. But, heaven help her, it did! 

Till next week, folks.

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