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Daisy Harris and “After the Rain”

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About After the Rain

They’re going to need a bigger tent.

Henri’s list of bad exes is as long as his arm, but nothing prepared him for his latest, heart-stomping breakup. He thought he couldn’t feel more abandoned, until his ride for a group camping trip bails, leaving him stuck driving for hours with a guy who is absolutely not his type.

After breaking up with his girlfriend of five years, firefighter Logan is working up the nerve to explore his interest in men. He knows he’s gay. He just hasn’t had the guts to do anything about it…until now.

Henri’s big-city attitude and tight jeans push every last one of Logan’s buttons, and when he and Henri have to share a tent, Logan is thrilled. He should have realized Pacific Northwest weather would get wet—forcing them to strip naked. Though the steam between them is thicker than coastal fog, Henri’s not sure he can let himself fall for another man. Not even the guy who finally treats him right.

Warning: Contains bad ex-boyfriends, even worse weather, and more than your average amount of sex in a tent. May not be suitable for those with germ phobias, outdoor aversions or fear of damp shoes.

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Excerpt

Cover_AftertheRainLogan pulled off his helmet, and Henri did the same. There was a moment when their eyes met, Logan grinning and Henri grinning right back. Henri realized Logan was going to kiss him a split second before it happened.

Henri jerked to get out of the way before their lips touched, and though Logan’s kiss landed at Henri’s hairline, a thrill of panic still ran through him. No way. Herpes! Logan couldn’t kiss him, and Henri definitely couldn’t kiss Logan back. Plenty of other guys would have taken the risk—especially if it was just a kiss—but Henri couldn’t.

“Oh.” Logan froze, his breath still in Henri’s hair. Slowly, he stepped back. “I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s fine.” Henri held his hands palms up, wishing he could explain in a few words, but the guys on the ridge above were already calling to them, hollering that it was time for lunch.

“I didn’t mean…” Logan turned away, hiding his expression. “I just mean it’s no big deal.” Shoulders curled forward, Logan headed up the stairs.

“Logan,” Henri called after him. He hated this. If things were different, he would have been on Logan from the second he saw what he was hiding under his shirt. He would have kissed him and even given his dick a squeeze for good measure. Now he’d be stuck with half explanations all weekend. “Wait up.”

About the Author

AuthorPicBirkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she’s never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

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A.M. Griffin and “Dangerously Hers”

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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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Excerpt

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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Shaunna Wolf and “Life Flight”

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About Life Flight

Malachi Blackfeather has spent twenty years in the Army. Two of those years as a Vietnam POW. Now that he’s out, all he wants is some peace and quiet to figure out what to do with the rest of his life. Between the flashbacks, and an over interest in sex that is now being called sex addiction, finding his path isn’t easy.

Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, “because no other man will want her”. She’s looking for escape in any form she can get it.

When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen circumstance that puts both of them in danger?

Mystery, romance, and danger fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.

Excerpt

Cover_Life FlightI picked up the half brick holding the door open, and the TV set exploded in a shower of glass.  For a moment Frank stood staring at the TV as if he thought it shattered on its own.  He spun to face me.

I continued to stand with my arms folded over my chest and my shoulder against the door frame.  He looked around as if the spiders in the place would come to his rescue.  I tugged on the cuffs of the leather gloves I wore.  Flexed my fingers.  When his hand tightened on the pool stick he held, I wanted to tell him that a wooden stick wasn’t much use in a gun fight.  But unless he went for a gun, I wasn’t going to shoot him, not yet anyway.

“Get the fuck off my property,” he said.

A block of wood nailed into the door served as a supplement lock.  I reached up and spun it closed, and while keeping him in my field of vision, I hooked the eye bolt as well.  I hadn’t seen a phone in the shed, not last time I was here, nor this time.  But that didn’t mean some pal of his wouldn’t show up–and anyone pals with this guy would have to be a cast member of the same loony-toon’s show.

“Where is Kat?” I asked him.

“You stooo-pied?” he said back, drawing out the word stupid in a juvenile manner.  “I already told you, she’s my wife, and that if you kept trying to bother her, I’ll have you arrested.”

“You see any cops?  I don’t.”  I moved over the concrete floor and stood near the bar.

He found some brain cells and kept the pool table between us.  Held the pool stick in both hands.  Glanced at the door.

“I have security cameras.  The company already called the cops.”

“Well then, you don’t have anything to worry about,” I said back.  I’d come across a few pathological liars in my lifetime, but never someone who thought the rest of the world had an IQ of less than 80 and would believe whatever came out of their mouth.  “How should we entertain the people watching us until they get here?”

Confusion ran over his face.  His lies didn’t make me edgy, his particular flavor of insanity mimicked a bully.  Lots of words of bravado that he expected others to be frightened of–no matter how absurd.  He was strong, of that I had no doubt, he worked at a labor intensive job, but he was filled with so much fear it surrounded him in a shimmering cloak.  Just like the sweat on his forehead.

I walked along the edge of the pool table.  Picked up the ten ball with it’s marred blue stripe.  Rolled it across the table and bounced it off the rail on the other side of the table–caught it when it came spinning back.

“Where’s Kat?”  I tossed the ball from hand to hand.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he said.

I let the ball fly.  It hit him in the right shin.  He bent over with a yelp.  He edged towards the door, dragging his right foot.  I spun the eight ball across the table, caught it, tossed it from hand to hand.

AuthorPic“Go for that door and the next one hits your head.”

He stopped and pulled himself up straight.  Dug in his pocket and got out a pathetically small knife.  He opened the blade and held it out in front of him.  Laughable.  Unless he stuck it in my neck, he couldn’t even hit an artery with it.

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Julie Shelton and “Owning Sarah”

About Owning Sarah

It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance.  But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.

He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay.  So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them.  But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.

Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story.  It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.  And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.

Excerpt

js-owningsarahAs soon as Sarah finished greeting the last man, Jesse moved in behind her, pulling her against his body, her back to his front. He ran his hands up her arms before settling them on her shoulders. At that blatant gesture of possession, all conversation died and six pairs of eyes bored into her. Wow. She was surrounded by eight strong, powerful, confident men. Men who had survived harsh, primitive conditions. Men who had experienced the brutality of combat and undertaken untold numbers of dangerous missions, all to keep America free. Men whose exploits would never be recognized or acknowledged, who were heroes in the truest sense of the word.

Men who gave new meaning to the term sexy, even if they weren’t particularly handsome. There was nothing handsome about Bulldog, for instance. Yet….wow. The sinuous, animalistic grace of his movements, the air of command he exuded were both undeniably sexy. To a man, these Spec Ops soldiers were tanned, fit, confident, powerful…masculine. These men were potent. The testosterone they exuded was so strong it was almost palpable, a living, breathing thing.

Wow.

Nearly overcome by a sudden bout of near-crippling shyness, Sarah stiffened her spine and gave them what she hoped was a confident smile. “It’s lovely to meet you, and I hope you all can stay for dinner, although I’m not sure what we’ll have. We’ve been eating so much take-out lately, there’s nothing in the refrigerator but a bunch of science experiments on the properties of mold.”

“And beer,” Adam piped up. “There’s always plenty of that.”

“Right,” Sarah agreed tongue-in-cheek. “Science experiments on the properties of yeast.” Her smile faded. “Like I said, you’re all invited to stay for dinner. But why do I get the feeling that this is not a social call? You’re not here for dinner, are you? You’re here because of Ryder Malone.”

“I see we’ve come to the question and answer portion of the evening,” Jesse murmured, squeezing her shoulders gently before dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

“Speaking of beer,” Adam interjected brightly, turning on his heel and moving toward the kitchen, “who wants one?” Everyone except Sarah and Jesse followed him out there. Turning her to face him, he let go of her arms and lifted his right hand to tuck an errant, mink-brown curl behind her ear.

She tilted her chin to look up at him. “This is about a hell of a lot more than just vandalizing my bedroom, isn’t it? What’s going on, Jesse?”

His fingers stilled, warm against her skin, sending a shiver through her. Aware of the undisguised interest on the parts of the men filtering back into the room, beer bottles in hand, they struggled to fight the sudden heat blazing between them. “Don’t worry about dinner, baby,” Jesse said in an effort to divert her attention, “It’s all taken care of. I’ve ordered a Pig-Out Feast for Twelve from Porky’s Bar-B-Q.”

“But,” she spread her hand in confusion, “there’s only nine of us.”

He just chuckled. “Obviously you haven’t seen these guys eat. Anyway, they’ll be deliverin’ it in around”—he glanced at his watch—“half an hour or so, so be on the look-out while we finish up—”

“Finish up what?” she interrupted quietly, refusing to be diverted. “Answer my questions, Jesse, and stop trying to protect me from the big, bad world out there. I know what’s out there, remember? I see it every day in court. So, why are they here? What could Ryder Malone possibly have done to merit a response like this? An entire SEAL team? Really? Don’t you think that’s just a little bit over the top? Like sending a Cruise missile to take down a gnat?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, they’re no longer SEALs,” he offered lamely, lifting one shoulder in a slight shrug.

“Oh, well, that’s certainly a relief.”

“Sarah—“”

“Who are they, Jesse? Aside from the biggest, scariest, meanest-looking, bad-ass, uber-macho bunch of guys I’ve ever laid eyes on? Some sort of clandestine, super-covert, black-ops commando group that’s so Top-Secret not even the President knows about them?”

Everyone froze. Seven pairs of eyes were suddenly riveted on her. Her mouth dropped open as realization sank in.

“Oh. My. God!”

Her entire body solidified.

“Holy shit,” Bill Payton muttered, his beer bottle halted in mid-air, halfway to his mouth.

“Told you she was smart,” Jesse muttered back.

Sarah just stared up at him, dumbfounded.

Oh.

My.

God!

Omigod!

“Jesse—”

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s okay? It’s okay?” Seized with a sudden need to shiver, she crossed her arms over her breasts. “How can this possibly be okay? What, exactly, makes this okay?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m pretty sure the President knows about us,” Jay offered helpfully, patting her shoulder as he passed her on his way to the couch.

“Looks like she’ll be coming to the meeting.” Adam joined them, grinning, holding out a frosty bottle of beer. She just stared at it pointedly until, shrugging, he withdrew it.

“What meeting?” she wanted to know.

“The meetin’ that’s startin’ right now,” Jesse said grimly, grabbing her by the elbow and steering her unresistingly toward the sofas and chairs gathered around the stone fireplace.

“C’mon, sweet pea.” Adam latched onto her other elbow and they led her to one end of a brown leather sofa where they sat with her tucked snugly between them. The other six men spread out on the other sofa across from them, the oversized ottoman, and in the two club chairs.

Jesse turned his attention to Bill Payton. “Okay, Wildfire, it’s your show,” Jesse said before relaxing back against the cushions himself. Conversation died as they all turned their attention to Bill “Wildfire” Payton, who cleared his throat, and looked directly at Sarah. “Sorry to bring this to your doorstep, Sarah. But it appears that your boy Malone is one seriously bad dude.”

About the Author

IMG_2358Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.

After moving more than two dozen times in her life, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances.

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Layla Chase and “Whirlwind” + Giveaway!

perf5.000x8.000.inddMy latest erotic short, Whirlwind, was recently released from The Wild Rose Press. The story came about when I read in the local paper about a national convention of tattoo artists that was being held in San Antonio. My thought about these practitioners was that they were mostly solo, creating individual designs for their select group of clients. That naïve illusion was smashed as I researched. Of course, an artistic endeavor like this had publications and websites displaying the wonderful, colorful creations. Then I needed characters who were a bit out of the ordinary and my story was born.

About Whirlwind

Hosting her first booth at a national tattoo convention is nerve-racking enough for artist Senna Whitefeather. But then she runs into another Native American—one with a smoking hot and firm body—a man she soon realizes is following her. Appreciation for art takes on a new meaning when a challenge to unveil their tattoos escalates into a passionate encounter in the back of her booth. But will Senna’s brazen attitude of going after what she wants backfire?

Unveiling tattoos with a stranger has never been so dangerous or sexy.

Excerpt

Senna lifted the plastic badge, angled it toward the security guard then turned toward her designated booth. And bumped smack into a male—solid muscle from chest to knees—and she stumbled.

Firm hands grasped her upper arms and steadied her. “What’s your hurry?”

The deep voice rumbling near her ear resonated through her bones, kicking up her heart rate, and set her further off-balance. Both hands tangled with the supple cotton of his T-shirt and held tight. All she saw before her was a broad expanse of black cloth. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking—” She glanced up—straight into midnight black eyes that seemed to look deep into her soul. Her gaze clung for a long moment then she forced herself to blink.

The stranger smiled and the bronze-toned skin around his eyes crinkled. “Good thing I was, or we’d both have gone down.”

With a quick look, Senna registered the slash of his dark brows, high cheekbones, and long, black hair pulled back along his neck. Another Native American. Strong features balanced by an open smile. Why did she have the sudden urge to sway forward against his broad chest? A chest that appeared capable enough to harbor a woman tied in nervous knots over today’s exhibit.

Spirit of Life, she was late.

“Again, I’m sorry.” She stepped back, away from his broad hands and fought against acknowledging the immediate loss of warmth. No time for distractions, even tall, dark and sexy ones. “I’ve got to get to my booth.”

With a dip of his chin, he swept a hand in the direction she headed. “The right-of-way is yours.”

Senna hustled down the side aisle but couldn’t resist a quick backward glance over her shoulder. The tall stranger dressed all in black had disappeared into the crowd.

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About the Author

On a dare from a close friend, Layla Chase challenged herself to explore the steamier side of romance and discovered all sorts of characters whose stories needed sharing. She writes contemporary and historical stories from her mountain home in California that she shares with long-time husband and two dogs.

Contact

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Michaela Rhua: Release Day for “Guardian Possession”

Thank you, Susana, for having me on your blog. I really appreciate the support!

My newest release out TODAY!!!! So excited!

Guardian Possessionx200It is called Guardian Possession and is book two of a series that started with Guardian Awakening. I have tried to write it in such a way that you don’t have to read book one—although I would be delighted if you did.

The third book in the series is still in the ether somewhere. I know what the story will be but have not drafted it as yet. It will focus on the brother of Royanne called Oryan—I better get a move on I suppose!

About Guardian Possession

Royanne longs to be free of everyone’s expectations. Meeting a mysterious stranger who she is drawn to confuses her. He feeds her longing to be free and ignites a fire inside of her. She is aroused by this tortured soul. When he kidnaps her and reveals his plan, she is torn between loathing him and wanting him.

Zachriel is under orders from the Dark Master—kidnap Guardian demon Royanne. Only hiding away until the coast is clear draws him closer to her, especially as she seems to see the real man in him.

Rescued at last, Royanne feels uncertain what to do. For Zachriel his past is revealed and he must face the truth. This truth cuts to his very soul and questions who he really is. Now he must come to terms with the lie that has been his life. Royanne fights her feelings for Zachriel. She begins to see him as a kindred spirit. There is only one thing to do reveal her love for him. Can she convince him her feelings are real and he is worth loving?

Excerpt

He could read strands of desire in her mind. He planted more, he planted himself. This little Guardian was proving easier to manipulate than he had first thought. But what did they know of strength? All their kind was good for was the torture of the young and weak. He was no longer young or weak. The Dark Master had ensured they took care of him, nurtured, and trained to be a warrior of worth. Zach reached out and touched her bare arm lightly. With feather-like fingers, he stroked her skin. Royanne’s gaze drifted to his fingers playing on her skin. She had not recoiled, which was good. He became bolder as he moved his hands to her shoulder. Her skin was warm and smooth. Zach maintained eye contact, knowing it would strengthen his bond with her. He caressed her cheek, and he slid his other hand lower to hold her curved hip and then her rounded ass. He massaged her ass cheek, and when no resistance was apparent, he lowered his lips to her pinky full lips, that called to him to kiss and claim. She seemed frozen to the spot. Yes, just as he liked them, under his control, helpless. He had her mind. Fire met ice. She kissed him back with equal force, which surprised him. Does this Guardian actually want me?

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About the Author

MR Floral Lady ImageMichaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!

She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

Michaela usually hangs about here:

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Guest Author Diana Hunter and “Tied To Home” + GIVEAWAY!

Note: Susana is offering a deck of playing cards with yummy Ellora’s Cave covers for one lucky commenter on this post and the previous one, with Julie Shelton. Be sure to include your email address in your comment!

First of all, thanks to Susana and The Morning Room for letting me visit. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. 🙂

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Diana Hunter and I write erotic romance.

There. I said it.

Sounds like I’m coming out of a closet, doesn’t it? In a way, I am—and have been for the past ten years.

When I first started writing erotic romance, there were varied reactions to my chosen genre. Since the kink that I explore involves the various flavors of BDSM, raised eyebrows has been the smallest response I get when I tell people what I write. Remember, I started publishing in 2003, long before 50 Shades of Gray made headlines.

The first inkling I got that what I wrote was a little outside of normal came in a conversation at my very first Romantic Times Conference in March 2004. Another author and I had been talking about the conference and writing in general and then she asked me what I wrote. I replied, “Contemporary bondage.”

Well. She just looked at me and I watched her swallow hard before she managed a very strangled, “I didn’t even know that was a genre,” before making a rather quick getaway. In my naïveté, I had assumed, since I’d heard of the genre, that everyone had. Silly me.

Then there was an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in a while. She asked what I was doing with myself now and I told her I was writing and had several books published. She laughed and then said, “Just don’t tell me you write romances. I can’t stand that stupid stuff.” Our conversation grew decidedly cooler when I told her that was exactly what I wrote.

People have pre-conceived notions about the concept of what an author is or does. The requisite attic garret, the lonely lifestyle, the heavy drinking—all these seem part and parcel of the lifestyle—if you write the Great American Novel. If you write romance, then obviously you’re an unfulfilled, mousy little spinster who lives in a dream world where all the men are hunks. And if you write erotic romance, then you, yourself, are young—and sexy, too.

Interesting stereotypes. Of course, like all attempts to generalize a population, totally untrue as well. I’ve lost track of the number of people who have greeted my chosen genre with rolled eyes and total dismissal. They see no value in the books, therefore there is no value in what I do.

It used to bother me. It doesn’t any more and I’ll tell you why.

Because I’m better than they know. Their choice to remain ignorant means they don’t get to meet my great characters—or the characters of tons of other authors also writing erotic romance (or heck! Straight romances, for that matter). They don’t get to lose themselves in cool plots and interesting settings. Sucks to be them. As Shakespeare would say, “This we should rather pity than despise.” (Helena, A Midsummer’s Night Dream)

So I don’t get angry when people diss my chosen genre. I don’t get mad when they leave a bad review. I figure life’s too short to concern myself with those who have other tastes. I’m not a fan of the modern American novel, nor am I a fan of horror novels. While I have better manners than to dismiss those genre, I’m not going to think ill of those who prefer it over mine.

I’ve never hidden my writing from my kids (I have both a daughter and a son). My daughter loves to brag about my books to all her friends and co-workers, although she’s never read one. We had always agreed that she wouldn’t open one of my books until she was eighteen. When that birthday passed and the books remained untouched on my shelf, I was curious and asked her if she wanted to read one.

She gave me that long-suffering look every child gets on her face when she has to explain the obvious to a parent. “Mom,” she said, “I’ve been reading the sexy stuff for a while now. I really like it.” She paused and scrunched up her face as if she’d just eaten something distasteful. “But I can’t read yours. I do not want to know that my mother even knows about those things, let alone writes about them.”

Sigh.

My son, on the other hand, first denied my existence, figuring, if he ignored my writing, it would all go away. As he got older, however, and discovered that Chandler’s mom on Friends also wrote “sexy books”—he would confide the information to a chosen few in his circle as if imparting a great secret. Now that he has also reached his majority, however, he just shakes his head and goes back to his video game.

Yes, being an author of erotic romance—and admitting to that—is a bit like coming out of a closet. People look at you askance, make rude comments (oftentimes out of ignorance, but occasionally out of meanness), and sometimes don’t value what you create.

But then someone leaves a good review, or sends an email thanking your for understanding the BDSM lifestyle and life is good. You open up a new file on your computer and a new story starts to take shape under your fingertips.

Thanks again to Susana for inviting me to her blog. I hope I’ve given you a little insight into what it’s like being an erotic romance author who has a decidedly out-of-the-normal kink in her books.

As always,

Play safe!

Diana

Blurb

Wiste hasn’t ever had a problem with self-bondage – until today. When the key to the handcuffs breaks off and jams the lock, she has to accept help from a source she thought long-buried in the past—Matt Carter.

As for Matt, he’d never seen this side of Wisteria Penny Lane in the past…and he likes what he sees.

Excerpt

Matt Carter sauntered in, taking a moment to look around. Wisteria Penny Lane. She’d taken a lot of heat for her name when they were kids. Hippie parents who didn’t have a clue the teasing they’d saddled onto their only child. He wondered if they still had that commune outside of town.

He’d seen the ropes, of course. And the marks around her breasts. She’d been tied up pretty well. Who knew when they lost their virginity together in the barn on her parents’ farm that the girl would grow up to have kinky tastes? Or that he’d grow up to have them as well?

Now she stood, defiant and proud, her wrists held out before her in challenge. She’d  thrown a book at his head the last time he’d seen her, as he recalled. If Brian had told him whose lock he was going to fix, he doubted he’d have come.

TIED TO HOME cover“Let me see what I can do. Have a seat.”

There was a small chest on the floor in front of the window and he gestured to it.

“I’d rather stand.”

“I’m sure you would. But I need steady hands and that’s easier to do when I’m kneeling.” He smirked. “And you always did want me down on one knee, as I recall.”

“You bastard. Get the fuck out of my house.”

He drew back in mock astonishment. “Wisteria Lane, such language!”

“I don’t want you here. Tell Brian he sent the wrong man.”

Matt studied her face. A war went on there. One moment she seemed fully in control, the next she was a breath away from breaking down into full-blown panic mode. Fascinated, he watched the control side take over again. When she spoke this time, her voice was more leveled.

“Go away, Carter. I meant what I said the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah, I remember. That you never wanted to see me again. Well, here I am. And you’re stuck and I can get you free.” He held up the small case of tools. “Picking locks is something I do.”

Wisteria sat down hard on the chest, her wrists still held out before her. “Turned to a life of crime?” She sounded bitter and Matt recognized she felt defeated.

“Worked with a security firm for a while,” he explained as he knelt down before her and opened the case. He pulled out a dark blue roll of felt and unfolded it as he spoke. “They had a master locksmith as part of their crew and he taught me a few things.”

“Security firms are supposed to keep people out, not get them in.”

He snorted. “You’d be surprised at how often people lock themselves out of their own systems. First thing they taught me was how to break into a car with a slimjim.” Carefully, he reached for her hands. “Now, let me see.”

She said nothing to him as he examined the problem. The first piece caught in the lock of the handcuffs came out easily enough with a small tweezers. The second proved more difficult and he had to twist around to work the lock from her side of it. That put him uncomfortably close and her perfume distracted him.

Pretending his shoulder didn’t touch hers was another distraction. And that string bikini wasn’t helping. He remembered those breasts, how soft they felt in his hands, how he could make her purr by licking her nipple…

The piece sprang free and with a twist, he opened the handcuffs, totally shocked by the feeling of disappointment that washed over him. What was he thinking? Wiste wanted no part of him. And, if he was honest with himself, admittedly not one of his strong points, he didn’t really want a complication in his life right now. He’d just left one in the desert of Las Vegas, he didn’t need to pick up another one here in Connecticut.

“Yes!”

Her exaltation was immediate. He didn’t say a word, only putting his tools away, re-rolling the felt and putting it back in its case. Wisteria jumped up and brushed past him as if he didn’t exist.

“Em, he did it. Emily? Em!”

But Matt knew Emily had left. He’d heard her sneak down the stairs before he’d even gotten his tools out. For reasons of her own, Emily Baker had left them alone.

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About the Author

Diana HunterIn third grade, Diana wrote a short, one-page story about a bear family. When her teacher handed it back, the paper had a great big, red “A” on the top. The teacher said to her, “This is very good. You ought to be a writer.” And in the concrete-thinking way of third graders, Diana knew she’d just found the career she was to follow.

Of course, she doubts her third grade teacher envisioned the genre Diana would choose. After she complained about not finding BDSM-themed stories that focused on the relationship rather than just the sex, she was challenged by a friend to write one of her own. The rest is just fun reading.

Diana resides in the Finger Lakes area of New York State and is grateful for the support of her husband and two adult children.

Contact

diana@dianahunter.net

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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Twitter: @LaurannDohner

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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Excerpt

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.”

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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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