Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Takeover Wednesday {14}: Siren Allen

Once again, I have the pleasure of having the lovely Siren Allen on my blog today.  This time she's here talking about the science of wet dreams.  Color me please give a warm welcome back to Siren!

Wet Dreams: We all have them

Have you ever awakened up from a dream, shaken and embarrassed by the images that ran rampant in your mind while you slept? Yeah, well, me too. We all have. And don’t worry, it’s natural. What are wet dreams? Wet dreams, also called nocturnal emissions, are spontaneous orgasms that occur while you’re sleeping.

Wet dreams are natural. It doesn’t make you evil and it doesn’t mean you’re a weirdo if you have them. There’s nothing you can do to stop them… and why would you want to? J Some people have wet dreams a few times a week; others have wet dreams only a few times in their entire life. Those people must have boring dreams.

I like to think of wet dreams as your mind giving you ideas on how to make your life more exciting. Or maybe it’s your body trying to tell you what it’s craving. Either way, don’t ignore them. Live a little. Let your wicked light shine. That’s what my heroine in my paranormal romance, Her Dream Lover, decides to do.

Her Dream Lover

In my new paranormal romance, the main character, Brandi Connelly, believes her dreams are just a creation of her wild imagination and overactive sex drive. She blames the nightly occurrences on the fact that it’s been awhile since she last had sex.

Imagine her surprise when she finds out she’s dead wrong. Her dreams aren’t dreams at all. They’re real and so is the man she’s been getting busy with in dreamland. Now she’s claimed and marked by a demon who is set on claiming her in reality. There’s no where she can run to escape him. That doesn’t mean she won’t try. Her Dream Lover is available now and FREE with Kindle Unlimited.


Every time she closes her eyes he’s there…waiting for her.

Working night shift at a mental hospital was never Brandi Connelly’s dream job, but in order to pay her grandmother’s medical bills she’s willing to do whatever she has too. Her new job seems like a piece of cake, there is only one thing keeping her from enjoying it – Draken Barrand, a patient.

Thoughts of her patient haunt her night and day and she’s too embarrassed to tell anyone about the strange dreams she’s having about him. Partly because she’s afraid they will think she’s crazy…mostly because the things that go on while she’s sleeping make her blush.

As the nightly visions become all too real she’s afraid they’re not dreams at all. If these nightly fantasies are real, that means everything her dream lover has told her is real, which means that the little mating ritual she so excitedly participated in was real. Soon she will change into a demon and there is nothing she can do about it.

Claimed and marked, she now belongs to a creature of the night. There’s just one up side to this – he’s trapped behind the walls of a mental institution. That means she has time to figure out a way to stop the change… well she would’ve had time, if her mate hadn’t broken out of his cell.


He would do whatever he had to in order for the painful memories of her childhood to disappear. He just hoped she didn’t one day consider this mating a painful memory. If he had more time he would do it the right way. He would court her and gain her trust, however time was not on his side. Draken deepened the kiss, enjoying the way it felt to finally have her in his arms. She was his, but there was still more to be done.

The mating words would mean nothing until they became one and he drank from her and she in turn drank from him. Draken brought his mate’s body closer to his and groaned at the contact. He was already hard. Brandi opened her mouth and a moan escaped. Draken took advantage of that by sliding his tongue pass her lips.

She tasted of mint gum. Mint was his new favorite flavor. His mate brought her hands up and cupped the back of his head as Draken grinded against her. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted this to be special for her. There were so many things he’d dreamed of doing to her, but he would have no idea if he was doing them right or not. What if she didn’t enjoy it? What if he couldn’t bring her to an orgasm?

He knew how to fight, knew how to protect, but he didn’t know how to please her. Brandi’s nails dug into his skin as she held on to him. It stung, but the pain felt good. He could feel his demon half crawling to the surface.

Though his demon couldn’t fully emerge, Draken still pulled back and stared down at his woman. She blinked up at him. The lust she felt showed in her expression. He wanted to satisfy her, wanted to slate her lust then tease her body until it returned.

“Why did you stop? I didn’t want you to stop.”

Both man and beast growled with pleasure. She didn’t want him to stop. Her confession made his confidence soar. It was a miracle he hadn’t scared her away with his inexperience. If he did it right, maybe she wouldn’t notice that this was his first time. Taking a deep breath, he silently begged his beast to be patient. There was something he wanted to do to her, something he’d dreamed of doing since he first smelled her scent. He would do it now, before he lost the nerve.

“Lie down on the pillows,” he told her. “I want to taste the rest of you.”

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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).

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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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