Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Takeover Wednesday{13}: Chris McHart

Once again, my blog's about to be hijacked - this time by Chris McHart - a wonderful sprinting partner and fellow m/m author. 

Please welcome Chris as she takes over A Little Bit of Naughty to talk about love conquering all in erotic romance. 

The floor is yours, sweetie! 

Perfect Characters or Love Heals Everything?

Does love heal everything? I’ve come across a lot of books where the character meets his other half, falls in love and suddenly, a lot of things become alright. They get healthy again, they stop annoying/dangerous/unhealthy habits. They are suddenly not the obnoxious person they were.

You get the drift. I love romance, and I love to read about people who get better because they finally have a reason to get up in the morning, but sometimes, I wish there’d be more reality in the books.

Nobody stops drinking because he’s in love. No one gets up with a spring in his step every day and heads smiling to his job because he’ll meet his beloved one in the evening. If there’s a drug that makes you love your day-job, please let me know, but otherwise, we are all human and we have our faults. For a few weeks, everything looks good, bright and wonderful, but if you hate your day-job, you won’t love it because you have a boyfriend now. 

If you have a drinking problem, you won’t suddenly stop because you’re in love. That’s why my characters are far from perfect (okay, that’s how they appear in my mind), and they stay that way. They have flaws, are sick, are jerks, whatever. And they improve in some aspects, in some they don’t. 

Sebastian in Small Steps has a drinking problem and he doesn’t stop because he meets Ben. He doesn’t even stop when he realizes what he’s done, because he can’t. He simply can’t. Ben is in a wheelchair. He doesn’t suddenly start walking because he’s in love. It would be a perfect world where that happens, but it’s just not realistic. But tell me, are these characters not more loveable? They are real. Their struggles are real. Their hurt is real. It’s the way I see them. They are not loveable because they are perfect. Exactly the opposite.

And that’s what I’m aiming for. Realistic characters. Real love. Not the perfect hero. Because we are not perfect as well. 

What do you think about it? Let me know!


Ben Amann currently hates everything: The accident that temporarily put him in a wheelchair, the fact that he has to go for rehab and live in an assisted living home as well. Sebastian Hofers, the good looking but equally bad-tempered new assistant to his rehab therapist changes that.

Sebastian has two choices after causing an accident while driving drunk: community service hours or go to jail. The decision is a no-brainer, and so he meets Ben at the rehab center. The two of them hit it off and slowly, Sebastian sees more than just a patient in Ben. 

But their growing relationship faces hard trials, not only because of Sebastian’s heavy drinking, but also because of the truth: The two of them already met on an icy street, eight months ago.

Can love and forgiveness overcome the overwhelming guilt and resentment? 

Contains: Two ill-tempered men, a lot of hang-ups, a shared hope, and a destroyed dream.

Trigger Warning: deals with alcohol abuse and alcoholism

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Chris McHart lives in Germany, with her husband, slave, Dom, partner in crime, and muse (all in one person, not even she’s that kinky!). She loves her husband, men in kilts and Scotch Whiskey. Her idea of a perfect evening is to curl up with her laptop and write (the other options are not suitable to post in public).

Visit her blog or friend her on Facebook, where you can join her author group.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Monday Moans {11} : Delicious Ink

There's just something about sexy tattoos that makes a woman want to do some exploring - with her tongue.  

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Takeover Wednesday {12}: Tricia Andersen

Once again, my blog's about to be hijacked - this time by Tricia Andersen - contemporary erotic romance author. A former Secret Cravings author, this talented lady has over half a dozen titles under her belt.  The Black Irish series looks intriguing - and I'm off to do some 1-clicking.  Please welcome Tricia as she takes over A Little Bit of Naughty.  

The floor is yours, sweetie! 

Scrambling for a blog post topic at nearly midnight gave me an idea. Have you ever pictured your favorite author living their daily life? Do you see them like I do – sitting in a plush chair in their library/office, sipping tea as they scribble down their idea for their next great bestseller? 

Well, as I’ve learned from author friends and my own life, it’s normally not the case. All our lives differ since we come from different backgrounds. For kicks and giggles, here’s a brief glimpse of mine. Warning…no two days are the same. *sigh*

Alarm goes off at six AM. Snooze. Snooze again. Snooze for the third time. Wonder sleepily if my husband will file for divorce if I snooze it one more time. Take the chance.

Finally climb out of bed, realizing that I set the alarm to get up early and write. I have a book that needed to be done a month ago. Deadlines really aren’t my friend. Shrug, realizing I’ll have other moments to write during the day. Dress and finish getting ready. Eye the coffee pot wondering if it would be wrong to just guzzle out of the carafe. Settle for filling a travel mug. Kiss my hubby goodbye as my sleepy daughter shuffles out of bed. Make her breakfast then I get ready for work. Head to the garage and stop to moan at the mountain of clean laundry sitting there waiting to be folded. Must fold laundry and write tonight. Jump into the car and head to take my daughter to school.

Spend the majority of the day at my job (only temporary, of course. When I sell the next hit book see above for my daily plans). Try to sneak a word or two on my manuscript using my handy dandy Word app. Plan to use lunch to get a few pages written. End up spending lunch running emergency errands. Download another reminder app on my phone. Solve a college age child’s emergency via text. As the work day ends realize I wrote exactly five words. *sigh* The weekend’s coming, right?

Pick up my daughter and go to the gym. We both take classes there. My gym family keeps me sane. They are the ones that stop me from flipping my lid and ax murdering all my characters…and a few real life people too.

Stop at the store and pick up something I forgot – again. Notice my toenails need cut. Add that to the to-do list. And maybe paint them blue. That’ll be nice.

Get home and start dinner for a now very loud preteen girl. Make lunches. Yawn. Make another pot of coffee (at nine PM). Eat supper then shuffle the kids through their baths. Get them to bed. Crash on the couch. Look at my feet. Nails will have to wait until tomorrow. So will the laundry. There has to be another place to start a pile. Open the computer to start where off on my next bestselling book.

Oooh!!! Facebook!!!

After a half hour (all right…hour) on Facebook, I finally settle down write. Yawn. Type. Yawn. Type. Realize the word I just typed isn’t even a word. Rub my eyes and try again. Tell they hubby “no I’m not sleeping. I’m wide awake.” Yawn. Type.

Wake up at three am to find the computer powered down and sitting on the coffee table. The day’s word count? Twenty five. Thirty if you count the ones I wrote in an alien language.

Get up off the couch and shuffle off to bed. Try again tomorrow.

Braden, Iowa is the last place on earth Reese Cooper wanted to be but a devastating injury in the octagon forces the MMA fighter back to the small town he once called home. He barely steps foot on Main Street before he is reunited with Lily Dixon, the town librarian and the girl who possessed his heart since they were in kindergarten. 

Everyday in Braden is the same for Lily Dixon. That is until Reese Cooper walks back into her life. With his chisled, perfect body and dreamy blue eyes, he steals her heart just like he did when they were kids. His kisses, his touch are far better than any fantasy she’s ever had. Is she willing to risk everything when her preacher father finds out about her love affair with the town bad boy? And what will happen when Reese goes back to Vegas, leaving her alone in Braden without him?

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Takeover Wednesday {11}: AJ Llewellyn

Due to some craziness in my life - an unexpected remodel on my bathroom, we're going to do Takeover Wednesday a day late. I apologize the delay, and to my guest A.J. Llewellyn.  He was great about getting the post to me asap.  So with that being said - please welcome AJ to a Little Bit of Naughty. 

Time and Place – Setting Your Story Someplace Else

Where do you write? Do you have a specific place where you work every day? Do you go to your favorite coffee house and people watch as you write? Do you have a huge home office? Do you have a tiny, poky desk shoved up against a corner somewhere? Do write at the kitchen table when everybody’s gone to bed?

And, do you need to do anything special to make the words, and the love flow?

I’m a pretty disciplined person thanks to my many years as a journalist and can write anywhere. Sometimes, however, when I have deadlines and I am sitting at my desk, I long for some visual inspiration and I don’t just mean photos of naked men on my laptop.

I read a blog recently by an author who wrote an amusing account of how she wears different hats – literally – when she is at her desk working on different projects. She had photos of herself in a vintage fedora, for her mystery novels. She wore a floppy hat for a period romance set in the deep South, and a baseball hat for an article she was writing for a local newspaper. That’s how she deals with desk boredom and peps things up for herself.

When I asked several writers what they do, one told me she lights candles and incense and must have a yellow flower on the windowsill. We writers are a superstitious bunch so I totally understood! Having said that, I never had a problem working at my desk, or any desk ever, until I started to travel, covering boxing fights. I ran into some problems then. One time I was sitting next to the man who got Evander Holyfield’s half eaten ear on his keyboard as Mike Tyson spat it across the ring. I got blood on my screen, my notes, my hand, and um, all over my water bottle.

That made it a little hard to write, lemme tell you. I once got hit in the head over a bad referee call. The venue was the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino and the fight was a controversial one for the exquisite world champion, José Luis Castillo who clearly beat Floyd Mayweather, Jr. but lost a unanimous decision. The crowd went mad as I typed my ringside report. I got biffed by a flying chair but still managed to email my story to the magazine!

Thankfully, being a romance writer is a little gentler on the body (maybe not the mind, because I agonize over every word!) but still, variety is the spice of the writing life. I have a designated home office and feel lucky for it but when I travel sometimes, no, rarely in fact, something magical happens and where I park my arse inspires an entire novel.

A few years ago I visited my best friend Tam at her new home in Austin. I had a fantastic time there and milked every moment for a book idea that came from my visit to the gay section of Austin (one half block). And so, The Bouncer was born. I pounded out that story in six feverish days sitting at her kitchen table. The table even features heavily in the story. I love when some books grab you like that and won’t let go. Recently I got to update and expand The Bouncer for Pride Publishing.

Back I went to Austin and cleared the crayons, kiddie art, vitamins, dog food and other family stuff from Tam’s kitchen table. The work flowed. And so did, wait for it, the beginnings of a sequel I am now finishing up, called Because the Night (named after the Bruce Springsteen/Patti Smith song).

The Bouncer has just been re-launched and I couldn’t be happier. It’s been out for a week and in my mind I go back to that kitchen table and I write whenever I want. Thank goodness for the mind and that fantastic thing called imagination.

I hope you check out the new version of The Bouncer. There’s about fifteen thousand more words. More story, more love, more…bouncer!





Kevin Branigan thought he was moving to Austin, Texas, for a job. Instead, he got a life.

Kevin Branigan begins a new life in Austin, Texas, working as a bouncer at his brother’s bar. A teacher by trade, he’s had a hard time getting work and is still hurt over a catastrophic break-up. Doing something completely different seems like a great idea, and being close to his brother, Jack, and Jack’s husband, Tito, is another benefit to his changed circumstances.

Things are looking up until Tito intervenes in a drunken fight at the bar one night. Tito stops a patron from beating up his girlfriend, but it could be very bad if news gets out that Tito, a retired boxer, slugged the guy. Kevin takes the fall, and winds up being arrested.

Sentenced to community service in a gay church, Kevin begins to think that the signs are all bad. However, late one night at the bar, he’s seduced into a hot threesome with two of his co-workers. He finds himself drawn into this dangerous mix, as well as to a hunky undercover cop, Cruz Dixon. Unfortunately Cruz appears to have a boyfriend. Or does he? Can Kevin win over Cruz, who’s captured his heart and his mind? Can he really make a life for himself in the World Capital of Music? Or are his days as Austin’s newest bouncer numbered?

Reader Advisory: This books contains scenes of ménage a trois, ménage a quatre and voyeurism.


A.J. Llewellyn is an author of M/M romantic fiction who was born in Australia, and lives in Los Angeles. An early obsession with Robinson Crusoe led to a lifelong love affair with islands, particularly Hawaii and Easter Island.

Being marooned once on Wedding Cake Island in Australia cured her of a passion for fishing, but led to a plotline for a novel. A.J.’s friends live in fear because even the smallest details of their lives usually wind up in her stories. A.J. has a desire to paint, draw, juggle, work for the FBI, walk a tightrope with an elephant, be a chess champion, a steeplejack, master chef, and a world-class surfer. She can’t do any of these things so she writes about them instead.

A.J. I started life as a journalist and boxing columnist, and still enjoys interrogating, er, interviewing people to find out what makes them tick.

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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Takeover Wednesday {10}: BL Morticia

Once again, I have the pleasure of having the lovely BL Mortica on my blog today.  This time she's here talking about Under the Gun, her newest release. Please give a warm welcome to Sharita!

Gay for You...or Something More?

Greetings fans.

After being in the genre five plus years, I’ve noticed a lot of angst and/or tension in gay romances. Characters aren’t comfortable with their sexuality, not happy about being called gay, or their rejecting their partners because they aren’t ready to come out. In fact, I’d say a good number of gay romances have these scenarios as part of the plotline. 


Because it makes for a great story.

In our genre, there’s got to be a reason for the sex. Why are my characters suddenly in bed and tearing each other’s clothes off? They’re finally together after one who had the issues with being gay feels a sense of relief. 

In my latest from BLMorticia, Under the Gun, both my characters are happily out the closet so instead of using what is called the “gay for you” angle, I created tension for them in other ways. In this case, both of them have big egos and in Malik’s case, pride gets in the way of his happiness. Malik’s parents are also a big issue for him which if you read the story, it interferes with his life course in more ways than one. How will he handle it? Can he and Camdyn get past their hangups to fall in love?

I hope you’ll check out Under the Gun and find out. Thanks for listening


Pre DADT Repeal... 

Jaded by his lover leaving him for a woman, Camdyn Hardy is looking for love and partnership. When he goes to the local shooting range, he only wants to let off a little steam, but meeting Malik Day, a discharged army serviceman is a welcome surprise. 

Malik’s issues go farther than just a lack of love. Discharged for defending a fellow gay soldier got him kicked out of the Army and back at home with his bible thumping parents. When Malik meets Camdyn, the sparks are there, but both of them are too afraid to make their desires known to each other. 

After several conversations and dates, Camdyn and Malik are hot for one another and ready to take the next step. When they do, they discover they have a lot more in common than just a need for a committed relationship.

Excerpt PG

Some days are better than others and most could be a helluva lot better, but when you get into a fight with your significant other, of the moment, what else can be done? I wished we could’ve gotten past it, but there wasn’t any way to avoid it. 

My boyfriend and I were working on a case together when we almost slipped up because of our… ‘encounter’… on the job. At my insistence, too, and this made it even worse. Our client wasn’t amused when he literally caught us with our pants down; he almost fired us on the spot. Still, we managed to finish. The job, that is. My man tried to tell me to wait until we were safe and out of sight, but my horniness wouldn’t allow me to. I shouldn’t have listened to my dick, but some days he thinks he’s the brains of this outfit.

After that, Tay started having second thoughts about our relationship. He thought we’d lost focus by working together, and we should split up. I tried pleading with him. I told him it wasn’t a good reason. “No, no, no, no, no,” I insisted, vigorously shaking my head. But the more I protested, the more he vehemently disagreed about going on with this work/play scenario. Disagreed about us.

No matter how much I begged… no matter how much or how loudly I promised I’d be more of a good boy, he’d have none of it. He decided to move on, and he did, leaving every tie to Camdyn & Associates behind. 

I knew he still loved me, but I’d heard from mutual friends Tay was on the fence again, spending a lot of time with some female. Sheesh. I’d been preparing myself for my down-low lover to take a hike, so when he walked out that door today, it really wasn’t much of a surprise. That taught me a lesson—don’t deal with anyone who’s unsure about his sexuality ever again. I needed someone totally real and gay, like me. One hundred percent queer.

As I drove away from my office, the anger built inside of me. Ready to burn rubber, I gripped the steering wheel tightly and made the sharp turn at the corner, intending to enter the freeway. The grooves from the leather pierced my skin and my knuckles turned white from the pressure. Even though my place was only fifteen minutes away, I felt the need to do damage, more like kick the shit out of Tay. Unfortunately, the gas pedal was my only fucking option. 

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BLMorticia is currently a published writer who entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark