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Christine Rains: Loose Corset (Dice and Debauchery, Book 1)

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Interview With Geek Girl, Morgan Reid

by Christine Rains

Christine Rains: Thanks for coming over today, Morgan. I made TARDIS cookies, and there are beverages in the fridge. Help yourself.

Morgan Reid: Mmm, TARDIS cookies. I wonder if there are more chocolate chips on the inside than what I see. And thank you for having me. Oh, is that the newest D&D Monster Manual?

AuthorPic_Loose Corset copyCR: Sure is! You should see the illustrations. Wow. Uh, anyway, we should get down to business. Interview time.

MR: Not some lame what is my favorite food and what animal would I be kind of interview, right?

CR: No, no. Don’t worry. I want to talk about how you met Dean Bradley.

MR: Oh. * blushes *

CR: So how did you meet?

MR: Well, we’d been playing the same online role-playing game for two years. Steampunk Quest. Awesome game. Anyway, Emily — she’s my best friend and roomie — and I arranged for our group of players to meet at a gaming convention. We all thought it would be fun to dress up as our characters from the game too. I’m Geneve Gyrfalcon, the leader of the rebel faction.

CR: A key player in the game. So what did you wear?

MR: I let Emily have complete control over our costumes. She’s really into cosplay. She made our outfits. I had black riding pants that flared out, a leather corset with boots that matched, and long gloves that went up high on my arms. The corset was a little tight.

CR: A little?

MR: Okay. It was really tight. I could hardly breathe! I don’t know if Emily thought I was smaller in the chest than her, and she’s just a board with a few bumps on it. So after we met with the group and went to the pub—

CR: Wait. Before you go any further, what was your first impression of Dean?

MR: Gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous, really. Tall with lean muscles. He’s a fencer, you know. Thick black hair that I just wanted to run my fingers through and dreamy bedroom eyes. And his long fingers… Oh those fingers. The cherry on the cake was that he wore a long trench coat. How can anyone resist such a man? I hadn’t been so intensely attracted to a guy since, well, I hadn’t ever wanted a guy that much.

CR: Dean sounds yummy. So what happened after you went to the pub?

MR: I had trouble breathing. Damn corset. I excused myself, went to the restroom, and loosened the laces. The problem was that I couldn’t do them back up again after I had my breathing break.

CR: You couldn’t just text Emily to come and help you?

MR: No. I left my cell in my hotel room. I tried to get her attention from the back hallway of the pub, but she was too busy flirting. That’s when Dean… well, oh god….

CR: Came to your rescue, right?

MR: Let’s just say the laces of the corset did not get done back up. In fact, the corset slipped down. Right there in the dark rear hall.

CR: Hehehe! I won’t ask you the juicy details. I’ll let readers find out for themselves when they read the book.

MR: Thank you for that. I think.

CR: All right. I’m done with the grilling. Want to break out the dice and play a bit?

MR: Of course! Oh, these cookies are really good, by the way. Like David Tennant good.

CR: Now that’s a compliment! Thanks for the interview and for being a proud fellow geek girl. Let’s roll!

About Dice and Debauchery, Book 1

A weekend away at a convention is exactly what overworked student Morgan needs. Dressed as her character from her favorite online game, Morgan is braced—seriously, could her corset be tighter?—to meet the other players. As Lady Gyrfalcon, she’s ready for everything—except her intense attraction to Dean. A clandestine meeting in the hallway of the hotel and Morgan’s corset is looser but now she can’t breathe for entirely different reasons.

Utterly charmed, Morgan decides to roll the dice and indulge in a fantasy-worthy weekend of sexy roleplaying, scorching sex and life-altering orgasms. Still, through it all Morgan is too smart to believe the chemistry constantly stripping her of costumes and control can last more than the length of the convention. But if she wants to keep a relationship so intense she thought it only existed in fiction, she’s going to have to let go of her cool-headed logic and allow herself to fall far and fast for the perfect guy.

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Geek girl problem #31: Your flat-chested best friend is a cosplayer who tries to fit you into her costumes when you’re built like Rose Tyler from Doctor Who.

Cover_Loose Corset copyAfter blotting my chest with a cool paper towel, I realized I couldn’t do the corset back up myself. And I’d left my cell back in the room.

Think clearly. Be rational. What would the Doctor do?

He wouldn’t be wearing this ridiculous contraption to begin with.

The hallway where the bathrooms were was pretty dark. Maybe I could wave Emily over. If Emily could turn her attention away from the guys.

Taking one more deep breath, I stepped into the hall and peered over at their table. I bit at my lower lip. Emily’s back was to me, but Sydney might be able to see me. I waved, holding onto the corset with one hand. When no one noticed, I wondered if I should shout.

Wait. There was an empty chair. His chair.

“Did you need a hand?” Dean’s breath was warm against my bare shoulder.

I turned slowly. My arm brushed him as he stood so close. With my heart pounding, I couldn’t find my voice. God, he was glorious. And when he smiled, an impish glint shone in those sexy hazel eyes.

Two cold showers tonight. No, three.

Wetting my lips, I forced myself to say something, anything that would be less embarrassing than just standing there drooling. “Come to kill me in a dark alley, Sir Thorton? Catch me unaware and undo the resistance in one silent motion?”

Dean’s grin widened. “Who said my plan was ever to kill you? You always assume, but you know so little of my desires.”

About the Author

Christine Rains is a writer, blogger, and geek mom. She has four degrees which help nothing with motherhood but make her a great Jeopardy player. As an avid gamer, she’s either going on adventures with her son or rolling dice with friends. Christine is a proud member of Untethered Realms and S.C.I.F.I. She has several short stories and novellas published. “Loose Corset” is the first book of her geeky and hilarious Dice & Debauchery series.

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Nancy Corrigan: Hunter Betrayed

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Interview With Nancy Corrigan

Susana: Every writer dreams of getting “the call.” What were you doing when yours came? Who got to hear the

Nancy: Good news first? My debut book was Unexpected Find from the Royal Pride series. “The Call” was an email I didn’t see until sometime in the middle of the night. I was working nightshift and squealed when I saw it, but couldn’t tell anyone. Waiting until my husband woke that morning to tell him about it was incredibly hard.

Susana: Who gave you the writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

AuthorPic_HunterBetrayed copyNancy: The best writing advice I ever got was to keep writing. Sounds simple but for a writer, rejection is as profound as praise and both can be an inspiration. Actually, some of the worst comments I ever got as an aspiring writer are the ones that pushed me to reach the next level in my journey. I’d entered several contests before I got “the call” and one judge nearly crushed me by telling me my writing was pathetic and I should reevaluate my goals because I wasn’t cut out to be a writer. I cried then did exactly that. I reevaluated, learned from my mistakes and kept writing. It paid off J

Susana: Describe the “perfect hero.” What about the “perfect hero” for you?

Nancy: To me the perfect hero is kind, devoted and passionate. I’m a romantic at heart and love the knight-in-shining armor type of hero. That doesn’t mean his heroine needs to be a damsel in distress. I prefer both to be able to stand on their own but when they come together, it’s an explosion of love and passion. The perfect hero for me is my husband. He loves me despite my faults and compliments both sides of me—good and bad. And really, I can’t ask for more.

Susana: What are favorite pastimes?

Nancy: Spending time with my family. They’re my support base and the first ones I share my joy and hardship with. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Susana: What has been your biggest adventure to date?

Nancy: I’d have to say becoming a mother has been the hardest and most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. From diapers to teenage drama, I’ve run the gamut. By the time my third child came, I’d been convinced that I knew everything. LOL-not even close. Their personalities are so different and each needs different things to thrive. But their smiles and love buoy me up and make it worth it.

Susana: What is the one modern convenience you can’t do without?

Nancy: My laptop. With my busy schedule, I need to be able to write anywhere. My laptop makes it possible to attend hours long wrestling competitions and still make progress on my WIPs.

Susana: Describe the ideal romantic evening.

Nancy: The ideal romantic evening is a night with only my hubby, no kids or responsibilities. It doesn’t matter what we do—a movie, dinner or even just relaxing around the house. It’s those quiet times that remind me of why I married him.

About Wild Hunt, Book 1

Tainted from birth, Harley lives a life cloaked in darkness and temptation. She resists the lure of her evil legacy by holding the memory of her ghostly savior close. Every night without him is agony. She fantasizes about him and yearns for his body, but he’s not the protector or lover she’s envisioned. He’s a Hunter bred to eliminate her kind. He’s also her only hope of salvation.

Calan, the leader of the Wild Hunt, was created to protect mankind from the Unseelie Court. For a millennium, he’s sacrificed to ensure the horrid creatures remain in the Underworld, but his strength wanes. He must rely on his enemy’s daughter to save him, but he doesn’t expect the intensity of their lust or love. Her touch calms his wild nature and ignites his carnal desires. He’ll risk all to save her, but doing so forces him to make the ultimate sacrifice, one that’ll damn him to suffer forever in his own living hell.

A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Cover_HunterBetrayed copyCalan heard the torch’s crackle minutes before the sinful fragrance of oranges and spice reached him.

He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Several hours had passed since he’d spoken to her. He’d almost given up hope that she would come to him.

The click of her boots resounded in the hallway. He focused on the stairs leading into his cell. Anticipation held him taut. Nine years he’d waited for her. In that time, he’d experienced a range of emotions from disappointment to hatred, but he’d never let go of the longing. He’d left a piece of himself with her. He wanted it back. Whether he kept the woman he’d given it to remained undecided.

Dirty white shoes appeared on the first step. Shapely legs covered in a clingy black material showed next. Another step revealed flaring hips that gave way to a small waist he could probably span with one hand. The longing he’d always carried for her turned into lust, a burning desire he couldn’t deny.

His pent-up breath escaped in a shudder. A tremor shook the dainty hand curled at her hip. The response, along with the heavy evidence of her arousal in the air added to the sexual tension tightening his limbs.

Full breasts that strained the confines of her shirt rose and fell with her rapid breaths. He should coax her the remaining distance but couldn’t form words. The sight of her pebbled nipples pushing against her thin top shut his mind down. Getting her naked and filling her became his only thought.

She reached out, braced a hand against the wall and took the last step.

Her gaze latched onto his.

His heart stopped.

Dear gods, the fuzzy image he’d held of her didn’t do her justice. She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.

About the Author

Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take her readers on an erotic, emotional and romantic journey.

She resides in Pennsylvania with her husband and three children. When she’s not weaving sizzling fantasies, she works as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.

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Scarlett Scott and Loved Up (Book One in the Coastal Heat series)

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About Loved Up (Book One in the Coastal Heat series)

When she accidentally runs into the back of a gorgeous stranger’s truck at a stoplight, the last thing on Kassie’s mind is indulging in her deepest, hottest fantasies with him. Until he shows up on her doorstep as the contractor she’d hoped to hire to remodel her home and things get interesting…fast.

With a sexy drawl, skilled hands and a body that makes her panties all but melt, Jax is exactly the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with after breaking off her engagement and starting over in another state. But she’s helpless to resist the powerful desire he makes her feel, and before long she’s letting him have his wicked way with her all over town.

Jax knows falling for a woman like Kassie’s a bad idea. He’s experienced enough heartbreak to see the signs. He can tell she’s ready to run, but when she’s in his arms, he’ll do everything he can to make her stay.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Kassie pulled open the door and did a double take.

Cover_Loved UpJax.

There he stood, grinning at her with his dimples on full display. In his tight jeans, dove-gray shirt and cowboy boots, he looked like something straight out of her fantasies. That super sexy tattoo of his curled over his forearm, and she followed its path of dark curves all the way up to his strong biceps. Yum. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners, shining with a blatant sexual warmth that threatened to melt her panties.

“It’s me,” he drawled.

She tried to stanch the instant stab of lust the mere sound of his voice sent slamming into her. Her eyes greedily took him in, noticing that his stubble was back, this time more pronounced than before. Good God, he was sex in a gorgeous, man-shaped package. And she was staring at him.

“Hi, Jax,” she forced herself to say.

“Hi, Kassie.” He stepped closer, invading her personal space in the most delicious way. “Are you going to let me in, or are we going to give your new neighbors a show?”

She stepped back instinctively, even though she knew she shouldn’t. The expression on his face had gone from charming to predatory in under thirty seconds. “What brings you here?” she asked tentatively, even though she was reasonably sure she could tell by the bulge in his jeans.

About the Author

Award-winning author Scarlett Scott writes contemporary and historical romance with heat, heart and happily ever afters. After growing up on romance novels, she now crafts love stories of her own with a good dose of sizzle and an equal amount of humor. She lives in the Pennsylvania countryside with her Canadian husband and is a proud mom to their adorable but occasionally evil dog with a penchant for eating everything he shouldn’t.

For Scarlett’s latest releases, exclusive excerpts, contests and more, visit her website.

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Beverley Oakley and “Dangerous Gentlemen”—GIVEAWAY!

Good morning, Susana!

Thanks so much for having me around for a lovely chat about Regency life – the glitter and the grit. Like the Victorian era, The Regency offers so many writerly opportunities to showcase the underbelly beneath the veneer of respectability. While on the surface there appeared there appeared a greater degree of freedom than during Victorian times, a ruined reputation was nevertheless not something that could be patched up. This kind of pressure really ups the stakes when it comes to protecting – to the death, sometimes – one’s most valuable commodity.

As you know, I write under two names, and in the past couple of weeks I’ve had a release under each of them – an erotic Regency published by Ellora’s Cave called Dangerous Gentlemen about a viscount’s daughter who poses as a prostitute to save her life; and a Regency Intrigue published by Choc Lit called The Maid of Milan about a newly married heroine with a ‘past’ that must be kept secret at all costs. (It’s also been described as a Regency-era ‘Dynasty’ with its drug addiction, love triangle and lies.)

Today I was delighted to receive my first review for Dangerous Gentlemen from The Jeep Diva, who says this:

‘A fun and fast paced story, full of secrets, conflict and agenda mark the first book that I have read by Beverley Oakley… Secrets and slanderous intentions run rife through this story; set in the mid 1800’s when concerns for the traitorous behaviors of the Spencean followers was at a high point as concern for the realm, monarchy and status quo for the gentry was in danger, and assassination plots were feared around every corner.

‘…Mixing historic events, sights and balls, with detail and description that help build the tension in the story… Emotionally honest, especially in the interactions between the sisters… A fun read for historic romance fans who are not averse to a more modern take on the sexual content, while not frequent, the sexual moments are steamy, detailed and well described.’

While Dangerous Gentlemen is a racy, steamy ride through history, The Maid of Milan is more a subtle portrayal of hot-house repression set in exactly the same year, again with an underpinning of the politics of the time – and so much to lose for my heroine in the event of discovery.

Thanks so much for hosting me, Susana. I’d love to offer a giveaway of my award-winning racy Regency Romp, Rake’s Honour, to a commenter who tells me what item of historical clothing they would not have liked to have worn.

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Here’s a short excerpt from Dangerous Gentlemen. It takes place when my heroine, shy, well-intentioned Hetty, starts searching for proof that the apparently dangerous Sir Aubrey is not a traitor. At a ball, she accidentally stumbles into his room after discovering he’s a house-guest.

“Hello?” she asked in a low voice. She took another step into the room. “Is anyone in here?”

Silence greeted her. A low fire burned in the grate before which was a table, against which were propped several items, including a familiar silver-topped cane. Her breath caught in her throat. The last time she’d seen that cane was when Sir Aubrey had exchanged several words with Araminta in the street as Hetty had been bringing up the rear with Mrs. Monks. Of course Sir Aubrey had not looked twice at her, excusing himself before having to be introduced to the younger sister and the chaperone who’d nearly closed the gap.

Heart hammering, Hetty closed the door behind her and went to pick up the cane.

How fortunate to have stumbled into Sir Aubrey’s room, she thought when she observed the fine coat lying upon the bed, apparently discarded in favor of what he was wearing tonight.

He really was a nonpareil, wearing his clothes as if they were an extension of his athletic physique.

Yet he was dangerous, she had to remind herself. Meaning she should not be here, which of course she shouldn’t, regardless of whether he was dangerous or not.

But how such a scion of good breeding and genteel society could be guilty of such a heinous crime as treason, Hetty could not imagine. And surely the story of the runaway wife was a gilded one. It was all the stuff of make-believe and Cousin Stephen was only telling Hetty he was dangerous to curb her schoolroom daydreams.

Turning, she saw half protruding from beneath the suit of clothes what appeared to be the edge of a silver, filigreed box. It was partly obscured by the overhang of the counterpane, as if it hadn’t properly been returned to its hiding place.

A moment’s indecision made her pause but soon Hetty was crouching on the floor, closing clammy fingers around the box. Might it contain secrets? Ones that would reveal, conclusively, what Cousin Stephen claimed was true?

Alternatively, proof that would exonerate Sir Aubrey?

Hetty fumbled for the catch. Dear Lord, this was too exciting for words. Perhaps Sir Aubrey was a secret agent working for the English, and Stephen had no idea.

Perhaps he was—

Protesting door hinges made her squeal as the door was flung wide. Hetty let the lid of the box fall and retreated into the shadows as Sir Aubrey strode into the room.

dangerousgentlemen_msrHe was breathing heavily as he shrugged off his jacket with a curse, raindrops spattering into the hissing fire as he raked his fingers through his hair. A curious stillness overtook him and he froze, obviously sensing all was not as he left it.

He sniffed the air. “Orange flower water,” he muttered, stepping closer to the fire, fumbling for the tinderbox on the mantelpiece to light a candle.

Immediately he was thrown into sharp relief and as he stared at Hetty, it was not his look of shock and suspicion that made her scream—but the copious amounts of blood that stained his shirtsleeves and once snowy linen cravat.

“God Almighty, who are you?” he demanded as his gaze raked her finery. “You’re no parlor maid, that’s for certain.”

Gaping, unable to formulate a sensible answer, Hetty finally managed, “What happened to your arm, Sir Aubrey? Are you injured?”

“Sir Aubrey, is it? So you know who I am but you still haven’t told me who you are?” He grunted as he looked down at his arm, the bloodied linen shredded over the long graze. “It’s not as bad as it looks and I assure you, I gave a good account of myself.” His laugh was more a sneer. “Indeed, my assailant lies dead in the gutter.”

Hetty gasped. “Dueling?” Myriad questions crowded her mind. Could this be to do with Araminta? Had Sir Aubrey left Araminta in the middle of the ball to fight some other contender for her affections?

“Dueling?” he repeated. He shook his head and Hetty drew back at the coldness in his eyes. “There was nothing noble about my activities this evening. I was set upon in a dark alley. A short scuffle ensued, I drew my knife, then…” With his hand, he made a gesture like the slitting of his throat, adding, “I am slightly wounded but as I said, my attacker does not live to repeat the insult.”

Her horror clearly amused him, for his eyes narrowed while his generous mouth quirked. He looked like an incarnation of the most handsome demon she’d ever seen depicted in the fairy stories she loved to read.

“We all have enemies, madam. Enemies who must be eliminated if we are to breathe freely.

Aubrey was enjoying the girl’s wide-eyed terror. No doubt she imagined he’d sliced the throat of a footpad, not the snarling, mangy cur who had leapt upon him as he’d been returning from his brief assignation to settle a gaming debt incurred by his favorite reprobate nephew.

Taking pity on her, he said reassuringly, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.’ Her wide-eyed look as he removed first his jacket, then the bloodied shirt he tossed upon the bed before he rose to his full height, bare chested, afforded him the most amusement he’d had in a long time. “So, you’re the girl Madame Chambon sent?”

She simply stared at him and he nodded appraisingly as he sat on the bed and pulled off his boots. “You had me fooled for a moment. I thought you really were some innocent who’d lost her way in these catacombs.” Had he not been so jaded he might have been ashamed at the assessment in his tone when he added, “My faithful procuress threatened to one day surprise me—and that I’d not be able to tell the difference.” He chuckled and put out his hand. “Well, come into the light so I can see you better. After the god-awful night I’ve had, you might be just what I need. The retiring sort—for I’m sick to death of women who like to play games.”

Like that Miss Araminta Partington, he thought. Now didn’t she like to play games, with her speaking looks and half-whispered promises? Which wasn’t to say he hadn’t enjoyed his brief assignation with her in an antechamber behind the supper room. He’d been on his way out to settle his nephew’s wager when Miss Partington had waylaid him before proving extremely amenable to a kiss and a fondle. But of course that was as far as it could go and the throbbing of his engorged cock after that little encounter had been one good reason to slip unnoticed out of Lady Knox’s townhouse.

Unsatisfied desire had made him restless in every sense, and while he’d imagined a feisty coupling with whichever ladybird sent to him, this young lady’s contrived innocence was having a curious effect upon him. It would seem Madame Chambon had read him correctly, for even he hadn’t realized how tired he was of worldly sophistication.

“Yes, here.” He patted his knees. “No need to carry the pretense to quite such extremes. That’s right. I want you to sit on my lap so I can…observe you better.”

“Sit on your lap?” she squeaked as he tugged at her hand and her rounded bottom landed on his thighs.

He ran his hands over her contours appreciatively. She was rather a nice little thing with a familiarity that tugged at his memory. Plump and almost pretty. Not quite, but with that slightly gawkish look about her that indicated she was in transition to womanhood and might go either way—turn into a swan. Or not.

He rather fancied she had the makings of a beauty, though that didn’t concern him now since he had her only for one night. Madame Chambon would have sent her on approval. She seemed vaguely familiar. It was quite possible he’d seen the chit at the brothel and unconsciously dismissed her on account of the very reasons Madame Chambon had sent her—for her innocence and youth.

He ran his fingers through her fine light-brown curls and contoured her neck appreciatively, amused that she tensed as if this had never happened to her before. Well, if he liked her, he’d see her as often as he wished over the following month. By the time the abbess presented him with one of her exorbitant accounts, he’d know whether the girl gave value enough to continue the arrangement.

If she pleased him as much as his former mistress Jezebel had, Aubrey would indeed be seeing more of her. The next hour or so would tell.

“Oh sir!” she cried, jumping up as his hand came into contact with her breast. “What are you doing?”

He grinned as he tugged her back down and resettled her across his knees. “Madame Chambon has trained you well. Now I suppose you’ll tell me you’re a virgin.”

She nodded vigorously. “I am, sir. Indeed I am and—”

His scowl made her stiffen with apparent terror. Oh, she was good.

“Really?” He reached for the cutlass that had fallen from his belt and now lay at his feet. Idly he stroked the blade, stained with the dead dog’s blood, while he contemplated her. She was indulging in the charade perhaps a little too enthusiastically but then, as he narrowed his gaze and saw how frightened she really seemed, it occurred to him that every whore had to be broken in sometime and perhaps Madame Chambon had decided to play a little trick on him.

She’d told him he needed softening. That the effects of the opprobrium directed at him since poor Margaret’s death had stripped him of his humanity. Perhaps tonight was the time to cultivate his more tender side.

“A virgin?” Before, he’d spoken with blatant skepticism. Now he would allow that she could be telling the truth.

She nodded, her eyes riveted on the blade he was now using to clean his fingernails.

“So this will be your first time with a man?”

She drew in a trembling breath and repeated stupidly, “First time with a man?”

He tried not to sound irritated. There was only so much of the play-acting he could take. “Madame Chambon obviously selected you on account of your innocence. She knows my proclivities and that experience is my preference but I can be gentle. I won’t hurt you.” He grinned as he was struck by the responsibility of breaking in a virgin. One who would always remember her first time with him, no matter how many paying customers she serviced in her working life.

He licked his lips as he watched understanding dawn, adding as he traced the edge of her décolletage with his right forefinger, “In fact, I promise that you’ll quite enjoy the experience. God knows, you’re going to endure enough during your career, so you might as well start off on a good note. Now, shall we begin?

About the Author

Beverley Eikli and her Rhodesian Ridgeback, HomerBeverley Eikli is the author of eight historical romances.

She has worked as a journalist, magazine editor, a safari lodge manager in the Okavango, and an airborne geophysical survey operator on contracts around the world

Beverley wrote her first romance at seventeen, but drowning her heroine on the last page was symptomatic of the problems she grappled with during her 23-year journey towards publication. She did however stumble upon lasting romance, herself, when the handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a camp fire in Botswana whisked her off into a world of adventure, encompassing 12 countries in twenty years. A romantic adventure that’s lasted to the present day.

Recently Beverley received her third nomination from Australian Romance Readers for Favourite Historical Romance with her suspenseful Napoleonic espionage Romance The Reluctant Bride.

She now teaches in the Department of Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, Melbourne.

Beverley also writes under the name Beverley Eikli.

You can read more on her website or blog.

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A.M. Griffin and “Dangerously Hers”

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The author will be awarding a Grand Prize of a handmade bookmark, signed cover flat, pens, flash drive, keylight key chain, a Loving Dangerously t-shirt, a signed copy of Fondled and Gobbled and a $20 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. (US ONLY). Plus, a runner’s up prize of a $20 Amazon GC will be awarded to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click here for the Rafflecoper. Click on the banner to follow the tour and increase your chances of winning.

Author Interview

What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

I would tell young writers not to ever give up on their dreams. Find a good critique partner and learn to take advice from others. I would also suggest to find writer friends, writing can be very solitary and friends help with the questions that can’t be answered by anyone else.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

Oh yes! I find I usually suffer from writers block when I’m trying to force my characters to do something that they don’t want to do. It can last for a day to months, depending on how stubborn I’m being. What works for me is to skip the piece that I’m trying to write and work around it. Then, later on the missing link to the piece I’m trying to write will reveal itself, sometimes in the oddest of places.

What comes first: the plot or the characters?

I think they both came at the same time. When I have an idea for a new story I see the plot and the character. But I don’t think it would be wrong to have said either one. A writer could think of a plot and then the characters that would fit the situation or the writer could have a specific character that they wanted to write about and then think of a plot that would fit the character. When I got the idea for the first book in this series I had the idea of a hostile alien invasion and the idea of how a strong willed woman, Eva, would react to it.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I’m mostly a pantser, but I have some plotter in me. If I have a choice I like being pantser, there’s something magical about finding out what’s happening in the story as I go along. I find out all kinds of interesting things about my character and the story line.

Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

There’s nothing mentioned about Jess and JB’s relationship in the blurb. We know from Dangerously Yours that Jess and JB are friends, but in Dangerously Yours we delve deeper into that friendship. In Dangerously Hers we also see how Eva’s life has changed and we see how she has grown in the last few years. This book is about friendship, starting over and finding love. You don’t have to be a sci-fi fan to understand that concept. It’s the makings of a really good love story.

Are you working on something at present that you would like to tell us about?

I have two more books on the way for the Loving Dangerously series: Dangerously His and Dangerously Forever. I have more stories in my head for that series so hopefully the books won’t stop there. I’m also working on a superhuman book that will be included in a multi-author series. I have played with two other books that I would like to finish in 2014. I’m hoping 2014 will be the year of a new series as well as the growth of Loving Dangerously.

What is your work schedule like when writing?

It’s pretty hectic. I work a full-time day job and then come home to write. I can write for hours, sometimes into the wee hours of the night, only to get up and start the process all over again. I like to think that I’m productive when I write, sitting down and finishing chapters after chapters, but many times I don’t. I’m easily distracted by the wonders of television and the perils of Facebook.

About Dangerously Hers

Cover_Dangerously HersLoving Dangerously, Book Three. Jess hates aliens. After the invasion that destroyed Earth, the extraterrestrial bastards sold her to a brothel as a sex slave. She may have escaped but the old memories and fears still linger in the dark corners of her mind. Supposedly Sonis is just the place for her—somewhere safe, where she can heal and start fresh. She’s almost hopeful…until she meets Rasha, her new boss.

Rasha, Captain of the Sonis Royal Guard, is a warrior through and through. He’s huge, sinfully sexy and could have any woman on Sonis—but the woman he wants is Jess. He’s very much an alien and Jess knows she should hate him or at least be wary, but whenever he’s around, she loses control. She tells herself it’s only sex—amazing, mind-blowing sex like nothing else she’s ever experienced—but there’s something about Rasha that shakes her soul. The feel of his skin against hers, the look in his eyes as he touches her—they make her want to believe it’s possible to find love and begin again.

A Romantica® science fiction erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Rasha raised it out of her grasp. “You should never try to take a warrior’s weapon.”

She pulled her hand back in record speed. “I wasn’t trying to take it. I wanted to feel it.”

He lowered his weapon in front of her.

She flicked her hand out nonchalantly. “Never mind. You’re acting like it’s been kissed by Jesus or something.”

“Who?”

“Forget about it. It’s precious, I get it.”

“There’s no reason to get upset. If you no longer want to touch this weapon, I have another…weapon…you can touch.”

She shifted on her feet, feeling the bumbling idiot trying to rise to the surface. “No, thank you.” Yes, please.

He ran his hands down his muscular thighs. “Another time then?”

Jess had the fleeting thought of him running his hands on her. Oh jeez, how good would those hands feel on me.

“Hmm?”

“I shall leave you alone. I’m sure you have plenty of work to do.”

“Alone? again?” As she spoke, she immediately wanted to take the words back.

He cocked his head. “I could stay if you wish. Eva said you would need ‘space’ in the beginning.”

She snorted. The sound wasn’t pretty at all. She might as well have oinked like a pig while she was at it. “I don’t wish you to stay.”

“Really? Are you sure? We could do something about that.”

Was his voice always this deep?

She picked at her hair nervously. “About what?”

He inhaled sharply. “I can smell you.” Then he let his gaze drop to crotch.

About the Author

AuthorPicA. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

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Shelley Munro: A Virtual Trip to New Zealand

A Trip to New Zealand

New Zealand is a small country down at the bottom of the world. It’s the place I call home, and the place I keep returning to, even though I suffer from itchy feet syndrome. In the past when I’ve met people while traveling, most were very vague about New Zealand and didn’t know much about my country of birth. A few people knew about rugby and the All Blacks and in India people were knowledgeable about our cricket team.

With the release of the Lord of the Rings trilogy our profile soared and movie goers raved about the beautiful scenery. If you live in the US or Europe, it’s a long flight to New Zealand. Maybe you don’t have the time or need to save money before you visit for real. But don’t despair—you can still make an armchair stop and discover some of New Zealand’s gorgeous scenery.

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The characters of Never Send a Dog To Do a Woman’s Job make several stops as Lily, the heroine takes Alexandre on a fact-gathering trip through Rotorua, Taupo, Martinborough, Wellington and Nelson in the South Island. Killer, the talking dog isn’t very impressed with Rotorua. She thinks it stinks, and she’d be right. The scent of sulfur permeates the entire city, and you have to be careful about where you dig holes because mud holes and geysers can spout from anywhere!

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In Playing to Win my main characters spend a long weekend at Lake Taupo. This is right in the middle of the North Island, and the place where I spent many school holidays with my family. It was fun revisiting in Playing to Win.

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My most recent release, One Night of Misbehavior is set in Auckland. The biggest city in New Zealand, Auckland has a beautiful harbor and many offshore islands. The landscape is studded with extinct volcanoes and standing on the summits provides wonderful 360 degree views of the city.

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Make That Man Mine, a paranormal story is set mostly on the island of Waiheke. Waiheke is a forty minute ferry ride from Downtown Auckland and many people commute for work and school. It’s a fun place to go wine tasting and to try local produce and boutique-type pickles, preserves etc, and the beaches are lovely.

This is just a taste of what you might see if you visit the North Island of New Zealand. We’ll have to visit the South Island another time. It’s very different from the North and just as beautiful.

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Never Send a Dog To Do a Woman’s Job

Playing To Win 

One Night of Misbehavior 

Make That Man Mine

About the Author

Shelley Munro is tall and curvaceous with blue eyes and a smile that turns masculine heads everywhere she goes. She’s a university tutor and an explorer/treasure hunter during her vacations. Skilled with weapons and combat, she is currently in talks with a producer about a television series based on her world adventures.

Shelley is also a writer blessed with a VERY vivid imagination and lives with her very own hero in New Zealand. She writes mainly erotic romance in the contemporary, paranormal and historical genres for publishers Carina Press, Ellora’s Cave and Samhain Publishing. You can learn more about Shelley and her books at these links.

WEBSITE: http://www.shelleymunro.com.

BLOG: http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog

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FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/ShelleyMunroAuthor

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Spotlight on Laurann Dohner and the New Species Series

laurann_photoMy first introduction to Laurann Dohner came from a list of recommended books from a friend of mine, Selene Grace Silver. I’ve always been a fierce devotee of historical romances, although I’ve read my share of the other sub-genres as well. But I’m grateful that Selene introduced me to Laurann Dohner, Kresley Cole, Jaid Black, Laurel K. Hamilton, and others I hadn’t discovered yet.

Laurann specializes in erotic romances involving hunky alpha males who tend to like rough sex, although they do have a tender, more gentle side. The best thing about these hunky males—besides their muscular physiques—is that once they recognize their perfect mate, they won’t rest until they’ve won her…and once they’ve done that, they’re committed for life. They’re also very protective, and sometimes that causes problems because 21st century women tend to be independent and self-sufficient and don’t care to have their actions monitored or curtailed. On the other hand, sometimes it comes in handy to have protection. And what woman doesn’t yearn to have a man so fiercely devoted to her?

Incidentally, Lauren is a frequent poster on Facebook, and here are some things I’ve learned about her:

  • She is addicted to iced coffee
  • She has a good-looking husband who cooks and cleans and takes care of the children and keeps her stocked up with iced coffee and whatever she needs. (Not bad, huh?)
  • She just bought an “office house”. I’m drooling now!
  • She helped her mother buy a house nearby.
  • She has a magnetic wall in all of her offices. (I want one too!)
  • She writes a prodigious amount of words per day. (I don’t think I could equal her even if I had a house-husband.)
  • She wrote dozens of books and snippets of books before she finally got published, and she’s still using parts of them in her new releases. (Note: don’t throw anything away!)

The New Species Series

An American pharmaceutical company has been discovered to be conducting illegal experiments mixing human and animal DNA to try to create exotic new species. The results of these experiments, mixtures of human with primate, feline, or canine DNA, have been kept in cages and tortured and treated like animals all their lives. The problem the feds have when they crack down on the company and liberate the victims is…what should be done with them?

There are many who hate and fear the New Species and want them destroyed. They are relentless in their determination to rid the earth of the “abomination” of nature. The government, fearing that it will be held liable for not being on top of things with this company in the first place, and also for any harm that comes to the New Species, donates a large tract of land and resources so that they can live in comfort and peace. Although the new “homeland” is well guarded, the hate groups do not cease in their efforts to destroy the New Species and anyone else who gets in their way.

furyFury is the first book of the New Species series. The heroine, Ellie, was an employee of the Mercile, the company who conducted the illegal experiments. She accidentally found out what the company was doing and was determined to stop it. She finds herself drawn to one of the creatures she rescues, who ends up calling himself “Fury” because of his uncontrollable anger toward the captors who tortured him. Once betrayed by a woman, he wants to kill Ellie, but when he finally gets the chance, he discovers he can’t resist her. Ellie wants him too, body and soul. But with all the abuse he has suffered, is he capable of returning her love?

New Species Series: 

  • Fury
  • Slade
  • Valiant
  • Justice
  • Brawn
  • Wrath
  • Tiger
  • Obsidian
  • Shadow
  • Moon

Note: Many of Dohner’s books carry a reader advisory, and Fury is no exception. This story contains the heartrending aftermath of a rape scene involving a captive male. Another scene involves capture and forced touching by a hurt, vengeful Fury. I personally did not find this offensive, but I must say that the sex scenes in the Zorn Warriors series seem far too close to rape for my taste.

UPDATE: Dohner’s latest New Species release, Moon, has taken the best seller lists by storm! Not only that, it has been getting stellar reviews. Here’s what Susana has to say about it:

Susana Says: Good Read, 4 out of 5 Stars

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Susana Reviews Moon

Moon’s story begins two years ago, as the situation with the New Species victims and the U.S. Government was still evolving. Dr. Joyce Yards is a psychologist assigned to counsel the traumatized victims, and 466 is an unwilling patient who sees all humans as the enemy after being tortured by them all his life.

In spite of his belligerence, Joy finds herself inexplicably drawn to 466. There’s definitely a strong sexual chemistry between them—466 wants her so badly he promises to cooperate with the therapy sessions if she will share sex with him. It’s not that simple for Joy, who is well aware that she could lose her job and her license for such unethical contact. And then there’s the fact that 466 hasn’t had sex for a very long time and doesn’t have any other prospects. Is it really Joy he wants, or any female who can assuage his raging libido? Eventually, Joy comes to the conclusion that it would be best for 466’s adjustment if she were no longer in the picture. So she leaves her job and moves away.

Fast forward two years:

After a successful adjustment, 466 (now called Moon) has been attacked by some sort of chemical that has left him a raging manic with no memory of the past two years. Justice and the NSO conclude that it’s a new chemical devised by Mercile fugitives to attack the New Species. Unable to combat its effects, they finally call in Joy, knowing that she was important to Moon at one time and that perhaps she could get through to him when no one else could.

Joy doesn’t hesitate. She loved him years ago and still does, and she wants more than anything to bring him back before the powers-that-be decide he’s a hopeless case and must be put-down. Better yet, now she’s not his therapist. Will having sex with him be the spark that is necessary to snap his mind back? If he does regain his memory, will he remember how angry he was when she left him? Is it just sex with him, or does he have feelings for her as well?

The book is skillfully written and kept me turning the pages (or pushing the forward button on the Kindle). The sex scenes are explicit and immensely satisfying, and the characters appealing and fully-faceted. It’s always nice to visit the protagonists of past books in the series, but the book stands well on its own.

The only issue I have with Moon and many of the others in the series is that it follows too closely to the standard framework: attraction/separation/reunion/resentment/emotional turmoil/attacks by hate groups/trust/resolution. Is it possible for Dohner to move beyond that with the confines of the world she has created? I’m not sure, but it would be fun to see her try!

Cyborg Seduction Series:

  • Burning Up Flint
  • Kissing Steel
  • Melting Iron
  • Touching Ice
  • Stealing Coal

ral'sZorn Warriors Series: 

  • Ral’s Woman
  • Kidnapping Casey
  • Tempting Rever
  • Berr’s Vow

Riding the Raines Series: 

  • Propositioning Mr. Raine
  • Raine On Me

Mating Heat Series:

  • Mate Set
  • The Perfect Mate

Laurann Says

I had a rather short area here telling a little about myself but then I had more than a few people ask me to expand it so… here goes. LOL. I’m a full time home ‘supervisor’ which is a nice word for saying I’m a housewife. I’m happily married, I met my dream guy 23 years ago, and we have 4 children. I live in Nevada and I can’t function without iced coffee. I believe in romance, I’ve always been a daydreamer, and I’m a HUGE fan of books – always have been.

No, I didn’t know that I always wanted to write. I inhaled books as a child. I read entire series (Pippi Longstocking, Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, Trixie Beldon, The Borrowers, etc) in a matter of days. By the time I turned nine years old I had an adult library card where I visited often. I moved on to John Saul, Stephen King, Richard Laymon, Agatha Christie, and then found romance. I got hooked. I wrote poetry in my teens and then moved on to short stories. I started to write my first book after I read a real bomb of one that ticked me off with really horrible characters and a plot that was shabby at best. I thought…I could do better! 

I wrote my first book which will probably never see the light of day in the early 90’s. I wrote a series of  books from it. I’m a series fan! I kept writing for fun, wrote MANY books and then in 2009 I decided to attempt to get published. I wrote my first Sci Fi romance and Ral’s Woman came to be. I submitted it and with a little tweaking, Ellora’s Cave sent me an acceptance letter. It was kind of a ‘Cinderella’ experience for me. It’s been a terrific ride so far and I’m really happy. It’s a dream come true.

Web site: http://www.lauranndohner.com

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Email: Laurannloves2write@gmail.com

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Author Interview With Denysé Bridger + GIVEAWAY!

Today my guest is Denysé Bridger, multi-published author in several sub-genres of romance. The books she’s featuring today—Hunter’s Game and Reckless Assignation—will be awarded to one lucky commenter on today’s post.

Welcome to Susana’s Morning Room, Denysé. What inspired you to start writing?

denysé_bridgerI’ve told this story before, but in a funny way, a lot people don’t believe how I landed in the author role. I started writing seriously back in 1984, and it happened because I was so annoyed at the way my favourite television series was progressing. So, I decided I’d write my own story. I had never heard of fan fiction at that time, had no clue about fanzines, etc., so imagine my surprise when someone asked me if I’d like to publish the story? The feedback was so good, I sent it to the actor I loved in the show, too. I was shocked stupid when 13 days after mailing it, he called me during a break and told me he’d read the story and it was better than what they were shooting!! That began a 20 year “training” period, and in 2004 I won the Amber Heat contest and my first pro contract. Haven’t stopped since then!!

How long have you been writing?

As cliché as it sounds, I have been writing virtually all my life. It started with essays and stories in school, and just carried through my life. I never thought of it as a career choice, though a couple of my English teachers told me I’d make an excellent writer.

What advice would you give writers just starting out?

First and foremost, you have to understand two simply things—there is no such thing as a perfect book, you’ll never write one, so write the best book you can, and then move on to the next project. I don’t know how many people I know who want to write, but never seem to stop tinkering with their book, so it never sees the light of day. You also have to be able to accept honest critique, which goes back to the perfect book syndrome. Editors aren’t there to tear your work apart, they are there to give you honest, professional advice on how your book can fulfill all the promise you feel it has.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

I’ve never really suffered writer’s block—for me it runs the other way, I have so many ideas all the time that I know I’ll never live long enough to write them all into the books I see in my head! It’s a frustration almost as disheartening as not being able to write at all.

What comes first, the plot or the characters?

Plot usually. Then the characters present themselves. I can get an idea from anything, and then the story begins to shape itself in my mind. Once I know what the story is, the players begin to emerge.

Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

The newest release, which is a paranormal with some very wicked twists and plot points, began as a challenge from a fellow author when we spent a night visiting goth clubs and bars in Toronto. The club in the book was one of the places we went, and I was just absorbing the atmosphere to such an extent she told me to write something based on what  I was seeing and feeling… I amped it to deadly levels for Hunters’ Game.

With Reckless Assignation, I chose Halloween as the backdrop and it became a well planned seduction, with a deadly edge of thriller. The story started because I wanted to challenge myself to create something that had an almost tangible atmosphere. From the reviews I’ve seen, it worked! So that’s great!!

Are you working on something at present you would like to tell us about?

I’m finishing up one of the best novels I’ve ever written. It’s been several years in the making as I’ve left it a number of times to do other projects. But, it’s now calling out to be done, so I’m having fun getting to the end at last. The book is set in Rome and Amalfi, and is about an internationally renowned singer who is harbouring some very dark secrets that have kept him away from his home, and real love. He meets a tourist who’s stranded, and when she’s almost killed and it looks to be linked to him, he insists on taking care of her until she’s well enough to return home. Of course, he has no intention of letting her leave him when he falls for her. It’s a very romantic and sweetly sensual story. I hope people like it when it is finally released.

What are you reading now?

I have several things on the go just now, some writer’s guides and technical books, but for relaxation I’m rereading Lara Adrian’s Midnight Breed series, Opal Carew’s His To Command, and Lori Foster’s wonderful series Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor.

What books or authors have most influenced your own writing?

Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories have long been among my favourites; they taught me to pay close attention to small details that most people don’t notice, but they create the subtle nuances of tone and atmosphere. If I had to name a couple of romance authors who’ve influenced me they’d be Margaret Mitchell for Gone With The Wind, just for complex, sweeping plotting; and Lucy Monroe for the passion and tension that creates sparks and makes your heart smile.

What is your work schedule like when writing?

Chaotic, honestly. I grab what time I have to write, and then there are the blogs, promotions, etc. Every day something new comes at me, so I tend to multi-task—a lot! I usually start with the mail, then I do promo, and the afternoon is spent writing if I can manage it. If not, late at night when things settle down.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

I think it changed from year to year—once I wanted to be a nurse, then a teacher, then I wanted to get into music. I never considered myself good enough to be a writer anyone would ever want to read. Still find it unbelievable, really.

What is your favorite food? Least favorite? Why?

Favourite food… is popcorn a food? I love popcorn!! As for least fav, that would be scallops—I’m not a lover of shellfish anyway, but scallops are a special kind of horrid for me… I love the smell of freshly baked bread, too—it’s heavenly. Maybe it’s a scent thing, popcorn smells so warm and comforting, too.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Depends largely on the length of the story I’m telling. I tend to want to plot and outline novels; it keeps me focused and clear on what I want to write. There will always be deviations and new things will come into play, but if I have the outline it keeps me moving in the right direction. With short stories and even some novellas, my outlines can be a few lines, or a page, usually nothing more than that. I prefer well plotted stories, really.

What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?

That I am painfully shy. I tend to be fairly open and easy-going when I interact with readers and people who don’t know me very well find it hard to believe that I tend to be very private about my life.

Is there a writer you idolize? Is so, who?

I don’t think there’s a writer I idolize, but there are several I admire greatly. Lucy Monroe, Lori Foster, and Lara Adrian just amaze me with the passion and scope of their work. The create fabulous heroes, larger than life, strong, vibrant people who make you feel their stories and fall under their spell. I think when a book leaves a reader smiling long after they’ve finished it, that’s a special kind of talent on the part of the writer. I hope I manage to do that for readers from time to time.

What would we find under your bed?

Hmmm… a few board games, and a shoebox of old photos.

Say your publisher has offered to fly you anywhere in the world to do research on an upcoming book. Where would you most likely want to go?

Without hesitation it would be Italy. I’d love to walk the streets of the small towns on the south coast especially, then see Venice! Venice in winter would be so incredible, ice fog on the canal, Carnevale in February… It would be heaven!!

Do you have a favorite quote or saying?

Who so loves, believes the impossible….

Do you write in multiple genres or just one? If just one, do you ever consider straying outside your genre?

I write all over the place. I can’t stay in one genre, I get bored, so I love to experiment, and mix them up, combine genres that people don’t expect at times. I have so many interests, and I love different eras and styles, so it’s fun to switch it up.

What is something you’d like to accomplish in your writing career next year?

Two things, I want very much to get an agent, and I’d like to see a new novel in print. So, we’ll see!

HuntersGame_SMAbout Hunter’s Game

In modern Toronto, two vampires stalk the night, their hunting a game that is seductive and deadly. In a darkly compelling Goth Club, they find the prey they seek for their pleasures, and the night runs crimson with blood and unquenchable thirsts….

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About Reckless Assignation

recklessassignation_msrA haunted and abandoned hotel on Halloween is the setting for a very private party between two lovers, one of them a world-class, sophisticated intelligence operative who’s trying to teach his young and innocent lady that curiosity can sometimes take you places you’d be better not to go. Amid elaborate trappings meant to scare and entice, Rick’s seduction takes some unexpected but wickedly wonderful twists. But, Rick also has a lesson to learn, when his past collides with his present, and almost destroys everything he cherishes most.

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Giveaway

One random commenter will win a copy of both of Denysé’s featured books: Hunter’s Game and Reckless Assignation. Be sure to include your email address in your comment.

About the Author

Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write, the American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other endless love affair in my life is Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture. That passion spills into all aspects of my life.

My first major fantasy novel is As Fate Decrees. (Available in bookstores everywhere, and on Amazon’s international sites.) The novel relies heavily on Greek mythology, and is set in Ancient Greece and modern Athens. If you enjoy a tale of gods, destiny, and the battles of an eternal champion, this is the book for you! Not surprisingly, there’s a touch of romance throughout, of course! A visit to my website will show the diversity of what is currently available, and the mixing of genres and styles that will be employed in many up-coming projects as well. The Italian influence is in evidence with several of the more important works, as many people already know.

Contacts

Website : http://www.denysebridger.com

Blog: http://fantasy-pages.blogspot.com

Adult content blog: http://boundpassion.blogspot.com

Sensual Treats Magazine: http://www.sensualtreats.webs.com

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Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/denysebridger

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4930595.Denyse_Bridger

Doing What You Have To Do: Guest Author Shay Lacy and “Sacrificed To Ecstasy”

A hearty welcome to my fellow Maumee Valley RWA member Shay Lacy, who also happens to be a new author with Ellora’s Cave. Shay has had a marvelously successful year, having released books with Crimson Romance and Lyrical Press, among others. Today is the release day for her erotic romance quickie, Sacrificed To Ecstasy.

Content Warning: If you are under 18 or offended by male nudity, you may not wish to scroll through the excerpt.

Last week was an emotional one for most Americans watching news coverage of the Boston Marathon bombings. I applaud the news services I watched for highlighting the small acts of heroism—everyday people simply doing what must be done to save a life. People who shed thoughts of self to answer a cry of pain. People who saw a need and responded. People who did the right thing with no thought of glory, fame or compensation, or risk to self. Everyday heroes. Everyone has it inside themselves to help the world in some way.

This is what my heroine does in Sacrificed to Ecstasy. One simple, everyday woman sees a need, hears a cry, feels another’s pain and responds. I love my heroine’s heart. Rayan considers the needs of other people before her own. She empathizes with people who are suffering. I love that nothing stops her from persevering. I love that she can still dream of being more than she is now. Finally, I love that she’s a romantic, wanting a man to cherish her.

Such a man I’ve given her. Take a look and tell me this man doesn’t make your heart pound.

Excerpt

“Are you alone, child?” There was a note of censure in the priestess voice.

“I was traveling with my betrothed.”

The priestess caught up to Rayan and walked by her side. “My name is Elida. What are you called?”

“Rayan.”

“Meaning dawn of the sun. Where are you from, child?”

“Elderhaven, near the plains. Raiders destroyed it six months ago. My family fled with the few other people who survived. We’ve traveled since then, trying to find a safe place to live.”

“A too familiar tale, unfortunately. If only there was someone to fulfill the gods’ prophecy that could save us.”

The brown lump in the distance distracted Rayan’s attention from asking about the prophecy. Her betrothed, Faram. She waited for a stab of grief, but felt only a faint sadness, mostly for the hopes that died with him, for a purpose to her life, for a home and a man who might love her some day. She’d run farther than she’d imagined. She hadn’t known she had such speed in her. It was amazing what a person could do when they had to.

She’d been desperate to reach the mountain to save her, and in a way it had.

When they reached Faram’s crumpled form she sank to her knees beside him. Death had twisted his facial features from plain to gruesome. Scarlet soaked the tunic on his chest around the ugly hole where he’d been stabbed. He’d tried to protect her, and to some extent had succeeded. At least she could say that about him.

“I’m sorry, child. I know there is little to ease your sorrow over his loss. But you have good memories of him.”

“I only met him three days ago, when he bought me from my family.” Rayan looked up at Elida. She didn’t want the priestess to misunderstand. “I’m not a slave. My family was starving. We had no home, no work, no food. I’m of age to marry and Faram’s wife had died. He needed someone to keep his home while he traveled. I offered myself as his wife for food for my family. It was an honorable trade.”

The priestess nodded. “Many such beginnings become strong marriages. It is a pity, though, that you did not have time to create children together. Although that hope might yet be realized. You had three days, after all.”

Rayan shook her head. “We were not yet married. Faram was taking me to his village temple to be married there. I asked him to wait until after the vows were spoken.”

Elida’s sharpened gaze pierced Rayan. “You are a virgin?”

“Of course.”

Elida shook her head. “There is no ‘of course’ in these violent times. How did you escape unscathed from your village?”

“My parents dressed my younger sister and me as boys. I begged Faram to allow me to continue the charade, but he said I was to be his wife and should dress like it.” She would not lay blame on his dead corpse.

“A virgin.” The priestess spoke in an awed tone. “Do you know Vashon’s prophecy?”

“No. We worshipped the other gods. I need to gather our belongings.”

“Yes. We should be gone from this place as quickly as possible,” the priestess agreed with startling alacrity. “We will take you with us.”

Rayan took a deep breath and dove her hands into the folds of Faram’s clothes. She wouldn’t keep what she found—she’d return it to his family. She owed it to them to report what had happened to him. She wouldn’t impose on them, but maybe they could help her find sanctuary somewhere.

The raiders had managed to steal his money belt before running her down. She’d have to ask the children if they’d found it when they searched the bodies.

She removed Faram’s ring and the few items he carried that the raiders hadn’t had time to steal—his merchant ledger, his metal fire starter, and his leather water bladder. Standing she looked around for her small bundle of clothes and the horse that carried the merchandise Faram peddled. She spotted the clothes a few feet away, but the horse wasn’t within sight in any direction. She remembered hearing it whinny in fright. It was probably halfway to the nearest village by now, if other raiders hadn’t caught it. Faram had been proud of the spirited brown beast. A more placid animal might not have wandered far or bolted. She must not speak ill of Faram now.

The children arrived as she reclaimed her bundle. With a calm moment to study them Rayan saw how poor and ill-fed they were. Their bones showed clearly under their skin. Their dingy gray clothing was stitched and patched to repair tears. She decided not to ask about Faram’s money belt. They needed it more than she did.

sacrificedtoecstasy_9781419943799_msrThe children glanced from Faram’s body to Rayan to Elida. Elida shook her head. “This is Rayan’s betrothed. His belongings are hers.”

Rayan insisted, “It’s all right. Take anything you want. I have what I need.” She tucked Faram’s belongings into hers.

The children looked again to Elida for permission. “Do so, but hurry. We must start back to the village. These raiders might have been part of a larger group.”

As the children knelt beside Faram’s body, the priestess took a protective stance with her staff held ready. She nodded toward the children. “The boy is Barnd, the brown-haired girl Davina and the blonde is Sylvan. Their families thank you for your charity.”

“I hope they will consider it enough for food and lodging for one night.”

“Child, you can afford many years of lodging if you would fulfill Vashon’s prophecy.”

“I own nothing but clothing. Faram’s things are not mine to barter. I am a simple merchant’s daughter with no shop and no merchandise. I have nothing of value to any of the gods, especially the god of fertility. My betrothed is dead and I told you I never lay with him.”

“And that is what you have to offer that is priceless.”

Sacrificed To Ecstasy is currently available on Ellora’s Cave and soon on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other major e-book retailers.

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Shay LacyAbout the Author

Multi-published author Shay Lacy lives in northwest Ohio with her photographer/graphic designer husband. She loves following the man of her dreams with a camera in hand and a pen and notebook in her backpack. Sensible secretary by day, romance author by night, when not lost in her imagination, or reading a good book, she is likely researching her next book with a SWAT team ride-along or a visit to a DNA lab.

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Interview With Cornelia Amiri and Ever So Bonnie a Vampire + Giveaway

Today my guest is Cornelia Amiri, another of my fellow Ellora’s Cave authors. She talks about the writing process and how she got started writing. She’s also giving away free copies of Dance of the Vampires and Vampire Highland Fling. Click on the link at the bottom of this post for the Rafflecopter contest.What inspired you to start writing?

The Celtic Warrior Queen, Boudica, is the reason I began writing seriously. I love history, and in reading a book about the dark ages, I came across Boudica. I was so inspired, I started jotting down notes, but they were fiction (it-must-have-happened-like-this type). Before I knew it, I had written a novel. I thought, gosh I can really do this. So after accidentally writing that novel, I wrote one on purpose which was my first published book, The Fox Prince.

How long have you been writing?

Since I was six. I was first contracted in 2000, and my first book came out in January 1, 2001 from Awe Struck Ebooks. When I received the e-mail form Awe Struck accepting my novel, I was on cloud nine. Bubbling with happiness, I was more animated then usual at work. I followed my standard good mornings with, “Did you hear about my book?” I e-mailed my publisher, to tell her that I too was attending the Romantic Times convention and that I would love to meet her. She replied, “I am taking all the Awe Struck authors to dinner on Thursday and would love for you to join us.” I walked around work waving the e-mail saying, “Look, look, I’m going to have dinner with my publisher and the other Awe-Struck authors.”

What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

Never stop writing, put the your inner-editor aside and finish the rough draft. Find a good critique partner. Find your unique author voice and go with it, always. Never give up, following a dream is always hard work, but it’s the only way to truly live.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I’m a bit in between a plotter and a panster. Once I have my idea (my premise), I pick a plot to go with it. Then I work up character charts on the hero and heroine, which include information on their family history and their likes and dislikes. Then, with a fairly good idea about the beginning and ending in my head, I begin the rough draft.

Describe the “perfect” hero?  What ist the “perfect” hero for you?

Sexy and Scottish. And…the perfect hero has leadership skills such as the ability to motivate other people; he cares about and protects and helps others; he should be charismatic, handsome, charming, worthy, and honorable.  As for the perfect hero for me, I think all the above is a pretty good package. I’ll take that.

What are you reading now?

I am reading Jane Loudon Webb’s “The Mummy,” published in 1827. It is one of the earliest pieces of women’s sci-fi as it’s set in the 22nd century.

Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

Just being near the handsome Scott, sends hot shivers through Ever, but she owes it to her sisters to find a way back underhill. Fey lore compels her to stay in the earthly realm once a human captures her.  Only goddess Morrigan has enough power to override fey law.  With a scrying spell and the mirror in Calin’s bedroom, Ever summons Morrigan.

Every inch of Calin’s tall, muscular, well toned physique captures Morrigan’s gaze.  The goddess wants this man. To get him, she grants Ever’s wish to return to her sisters underhill. That night, when Calin is searching for Ever, the goddess appears to him as a woman in her early twenties, gorgeous in every way. Though flattered by her attentions, he explains he loves another woman, Ever. No man ever rejected the goddess before except one, and she killed him.

Are you working on something at present that you would like to tell us about?

The next book in the Dancing Vampire series is One Dance With A Vampire. While roaming the Scottish highlands, the vampiric fey, Charlak, and  the man she danced with and attacked a year ago, Angus, meet again. Angus’s heart pounds and his breath grows shallow, the same reaction he had when he saw her a year ago, before she tried to drain his blood. He begs her for just one dance, before she returns underhill. She gives Angus one dance but gets so much more. The dance turns into desire, which deepens into love for both of them. While they struggle with past pain and raging passion, their love is forbidden by their families, fearing they will harm each other. Will his brothers and her sisters prevent Charlak and Angus’s happiness? Will Charlak leave everything…her home, her sisters, the fey realm…for love?

Today’s the release date of the third book in the Dancng Vampire series from Ellora’s Cave, Ever So Bonnie A Vampire.

About Ever So Bonnie A Vampire

coverCalin has had fantasies about the vampiric fey, Ever’s, warm, curvaceous body ever since they danced a year ago. When they meet again he waste no time in claiming and capturing her.  Once the sun rises, Ever can’t leave the earthly realm and is bound by fey lore to the human, Calin. Though he has saved her from the sun, things get pretty hot in his arms. Thrust into the mortal realm, his lovemaking excites her like no fey man’s  ever has but she’s consumed with the vow she made to her sisters to not leave them for a mortal man. She fights her feelings for Calin and seeks help from goddess Morrigan.

The goddess has feelings of her own for  the tall, muscular mortal so she frees Ever to return underhill. It isn’t until Ever’s back with her sisters that she realizes her heart is still held captive by Calin. When Calin spurns Morrigan’s attentions, the goddess’s lust turns to vengeance. With Ever out of his reach, underhill,  and a goddess shape shifting into different beasts to hunt and kill him, Calin McDuff must risk his life and fight all odds to be with the woman he loves.

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About the Author

Drawing on her love of a happy ending, Cornelia Amiri is a multi-published author known for her Celtic/paranormal tales.

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Excerpt

“This business with Morrigan is serious. You may get away a few times, but eventually she’ll kill you. She is the goddess of death.” Murdina walked toward the door.

“Wonderful,” he said sarcastically. “Can’t I do something?” He followed Murdina.

“The only way is to appease her with a sacrifice.” Sorcha trailed behind them.

“A human sacrifice?” This was going from bad to worse.

“Of course not. Are you crazy? Humans stopped that in what they call the Bronze Age. No, you need to sacrifice an object. Morrigan loves swords. Your ancestors used to throw them into wells and rivers to the war goddess.” Murdina pulled the front door open.

“Where would I get a sword, you mean a replica?” He stepped outside, behind her.

Sorcha came out also and locked the front door. “No, you need an authentic relic, from the Bronze Age at the least. One that has been bloodied, used in war.”

“Where would I get a Bronze Age sword?”

“I know,” Murdina piped up. “Having roamed these hills many years, I remember a horde of weapons from thousands of years ago. I can show you.” She headed toward the truck in the driveway.

“We need to hurry to get this done before Ever rises from the cairn.”

To enter to win a free PDF copy of Cornelia’s Dance of the Vampires and Vampire Highland Fling, click here.