A Little Bit of Naughty

SIx Sentence Sunday: Feb 12th

2012-02-12T00:08:00.003-06:00

Hey peeps. Thanks for stopping by my blog this week. It's been a busy week, I've revamped my website and have done a slew of cover art for my daytime job, so this week I'm going to give you six sentences from Blind Need, my contribution to Decadent's 1Night Stand series. In this part, Xaviera is remarking on the irony of Madame Eve's choice for her after Nate asked her how she managed to walk across the darkened room without killing herself. Enjoy and be sure to stop back HERE for all the other SSS madness. (All of us authors do appreciate your stopping by and the comments you leave:D)

“Lots and lots of practice.” Shifting, a bitter laugh escaped her. "Unbelievable. Madame Evangeline sets me up with a man who wants everything done under the cover of darkness but doesn’t even realize I’m blind. We should’ve been a match made in heaven. She apparently didn’t factor in my rotten luck with men.”

Six Sentence Sunday: February 5th

2012-02-05T08:32:00.000-06:00

Hey Peeps,

After taking a couple weeks off, due to my very hectic personal life (gotta love finals), I'm back with this week's SSS. As usual, I, like all the other contributors, appreciate those who stop by our blogs to read our humble offerings - so please be sure to go HERE and check out the rest of them.:) With that being said, here's my S.S.S. for this week. I'm taking this from one of my two current WIP's, Her Wolfen Destiny. It's from the first book of my new series coming out with NBP. Slated to come out later this month, this first scene is when Emma, a werewolf who's destiny is to bear the saviors of her people. She's just caught scent of her future mate, Braden and is none too happy.

Tall and broad shouldered, his closely cropped dark hair and neat appearance smacked of time spent in the military but the bruising and swelling around his left eye and nose attested to the fact he’d been in a recent altercation. Then the scent of another female hit her nose. A low growl built in her throat at the idea. Her wolf began to pace in agitation and it was all she could do to keep her from springing on the unsuspecting man.

The Great Mac’s head swung in her direction at the sound. “Emma-girl, there you are. Your mother has been looking all over for you.”

A Peak Inside an Author's Mind

2012-01-26T10:02:00.000-06:00

Today I'm so lucky to have fellow friend and author, Ashley Blade stopping by my blog and she's promoting her newest book with Belladonna Bordeaux from Cobblestone Press. Congrats Girl! She'll also be giving away a free copy of Safe Harbor to one lucky commenter, so be sure to comment at the bottom of the post and include your email address so she can email you if you win. She's planning on drawing her winner on Feb 2nd. Sooo....without further ado, her she is to talk about how it is to write her first sci-fi book. Take it away Ashley!

Space, the final frontier...wait that s already been done before. Lets see, Buck Rodgers, yep done. Duck Dodgers? Yeah, even that irritating self absorbed duck has done Sci-Fi too. Hmm...there have been Aliens, Predators, there have been Space Balls and Space Pirates. Serenity and Firefly. Dr. Who is a good one. Torchwood. Mmm, Jack Hotness...I mean Jack Harkness. Ianto...even better. *Sighs wistfully, before shaking my head* So Ashley, what's the point?

Here is the point. Even though I have watched my share of Sci-fi, I've never written it before. Shocking I know. How can this be you might even ask--while biting your fist to keep the shriek of indignation from passing your lips. Well, I just couldn't wrap my brain around it. In all seriousness, although I love Sci-fi, it's intimidating as hell. You have these worlds made of beings who don't look like me or act like me. Eminem would be proud of me, I just stuck part of his lyrics in here. Did you catch it? Rewind, go back, see it now? *Grins*

Anyway, so here I am working with Belladonna Bordeaux on this series, On Location. It's Sci-Fi. I think I died a little. She asked me to make notes add where I wanted to, question it and have fun! Oh joy. I think the first couple of times I read through the story, my hands shook, my brain ran a million miles an hour. Bella is a great friend of mine and I respect her more than I think she knows sometimes, so to be told, just do it, scared the shit out of me. Soon I settled though. I saw where I thought the story could be expounded upon and hit it hard. Of course, I watched my words and I didn't go all flutter-patted on it. I was conservative and tried to be the best writer I could be. In the end it came out great. Or well I think it's pretty great anyway.

Since then, it's only been a month peeps, I have been handed more work. Again, I repeated the process and this time I added allot less. I mean I squeezed words into it because the story, to me, was perfect the way it was. Of course I saw the things I would like to have extended just a little and that's what I did. Both stories were picked up by Cobblestone Press. AWESOMENESS!!!! Then Bella handed me this story, Mayday, contracted through Liquid Silver. I loved it from the get go. I mean it is a tech-geek paradise. Bella has a way with making alien technology realistic. I can't wait for everyone to see this story.

But we had a problem. Or well, Bella thought we did...I didn't see it. She worried. I wrote. *Laughs* It's funny how that happens. My mind goes from frantic author--it's missing something IMPORTANT to calm rational author--write it out. So I did...in the wrong POV. I died a little that day when she told me what I did. Granted, I am not great with POV, I have to constantly replay Law and Order in my brain to remember, if the person doesn't say it to the person explaining, its hearsay. If the person isn't telepathic, they can't know how someone else is feeling. It can be expressed through mannerisms but it can not be exacted upon. (Remember that peeps.) Not only that, but had I been paying attention to the ***** I would have noticed, we were back in HER POV...dumb ass. *smacks forehead* So I gave a great scene, but and this is a big 'ol but, *listens to the truck backing up the big but* it was in HIS mind. So I gave my friend more work, instead of less. *shrugs and mutters* At least she can't complain I wasn't keeping her busy....

Through it all I have had a blast. Bella has taught me some really great things. I have found that Sci-Fi is just like writing everything else, only I get to make up races and planets. In the end, a persons heart will always beat to the sound of their own drum and they will always find love. Or in some alien cultures, a mate. Love comes through actions not through words, for others. It's a great playground to dig around in...just stay out of the sandbox. You never know what creature was in there last.

Until next time peeps!

Ashley Blade

Blurb: Kayleigh, a reporter for INTV, was supposed to be performing an in-depth investigation on the plight of the refuges from the Rhadarian conflict. The galaxy threw her a curve ball with a class five meteor shower.

The only thing that can protect her and her crew is a Dareaxian crystal.

A dying Dareauxia crystal.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

You’ve Got to be Kidding Me!

“This is insane.” Okay, Kaleigh Collins thought as she stood just inside the sliding iridium doors of her hotel room. Insane isn’t a strong enough word to describe this cluster fuck.

She shouldn’t have been surprised that the small, independent televid station she worked for was hot to have her broadcast on the intergalactic stage. Doing so while a category five meteor shower pummeled the defense shields surrounding Gamma Three colony was nothing short of sheer suicide.

We’re not even to the worst of it yet either. To think she’d landed on Gamma Three less than a week ago to do a deep, penetrating exposé on the plight of refugees from the Rhadarian Conflict, which had seemed so simple when her boss proposed the idea to her. Interview a couple of people. Get the lowdown from Gamma Three’s officials regarding the slow trickle of emergency supplies and humanitarian aid coming to the planet. Then jump on the first spacecraft and blast off for Earth.

She’d barely stepped off her interstellar transport when the first meteor storm warning siren had blared. They hadn’t stopped since.

Now she was as stuck as she could be.

“Come away from the windows,” her camera man ordered her.

She swiveled her head to spy the handsome Dareauxian sitting on the couch. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips. How long had she been hot for him? Too long.

What had her best friend called Krassus? That’s right. She’d said he was too tall, too good looking, and way too much of a temptation for any one woman to handle.

That he was Dareauxian only served to whet her curiosity to know what lay beneath his station-approved uniform. His specie’s reputation as Masters of the Bedroom preceded them. From the gossip circulating on the intergalactic blog sites, better known as glogs, they were said to be able to fuck like no other species.

Any position.

Any gender.

It didn’t matter to the Dareauxians.

It didn’t hurt that he wasn’t hard on her eyes. If she was truthful with herself, he was drop-dead gorgeous.

Taller than most earthlings, he had the most magnificent build of any species she’d had the misfortune of meeting. Broad-shouldered, strong-bodied—the man made her quake with unrequited desire.

If she had to name his best characteristic, it was his brilliant silver-colored eyes. She could lose herself in his steady, even-keeled stare.

There had been times when she’d stared at him and quivered to have his arms around her. Since this assignment had begun, it was almost an hourly wish.

She needed to find a safe port in this veritable storm and, for all intents and purposes, Krassus was about as close to it as she was going to get.

She smiled despite the fact they were about to get pummeled by huge chunks of space rock. Her grin disappeared as a smaller meteor tinked against the barrier. Get your head screwed on straight, she ordered herself. This isn’t fun and games time. This is serious.

Considering they’d been told by Gamma Three’s steward that the shields weren’t fully charged because of all the refugees draining the Dareauxian crystals, she nibbled on her lower lip. “Aren’t you worried about the meteor shower?” she said.

He appeared totally unaffected by the storm bearing down on them. If the smile lifting the corners of his kissable lips was any indication, he was amused by her terror.

He avoided her question with a casual air and a wave of his hand. “We don’t have to do another live feed for twenty minutes,” Krassus informed her for the fiftieth time since they’d done their last update moments earlier. “Sit down and relax.”

I don’t want to do another live feed at all. Trembling, she knew what she wanted and, for a change, it wasn’t part and parcel to her lurid daydreams of Krassus fucking her. Hell no. She wanted off the planet, preferably yesterday. I couldn’t relax if my life depended on it.

Bang!

She grabbed for the closest piece of furniture when another tremendous thud rocked across the defense shields. Catching herself on the arm of a chair, she watched colorful light slip across the normally transparent dome that protected the small colony. It crackled orange then yellow until it finally dissipated to white. The white light was supposedly absorbed by the shield generators. Maybe if God is in a giving mood.

Considering her bad luck and the disrepair of the generator, she pictured the archaic machine, which they’d surveyed the first day they’d been on the planet, overloading. The boxy thing should have given off a white-blue light. Instead, the D-crystal powering the shields had glowed with a grizzly gray color from its place inside the rusted hunk of metal. It wasn’t hard to recall her disgust of the sub-basement. The area had reeked of mold, and every once in a while she’d jumped when an open conduit crackled with excess energy.

“What has you so afraid, Kayleigh?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the idea that the shields will fail and we’ll all die of oxygen deprivation has me on edge.” She drank in a deep, steeling breath, trying to calm her heart, which felt about ready to drive out of her chest. “It couldn’t be the realization that the hotel will come crashing down around us if a big one hits that has me ready to jump out of my skin.”

“I’ll protect you.”

Really? How are you going to manage that? Turn into a Class V super-sedan and blast me off this pathetic excuse for a planet?

“Come here.” He held out his hand to her. “Come on. I don’t bite,” he added.

Pursing her lips, she imagined him holding her tight, fondling her tits, thrusting his fingers into her pussy. Jesus fricken’ Christ. I need to get over this infatuation. What she really needed to think about was how she was going to survive the next few days.

“Kayleigh, come here,” he ordered in a voice that didn’t brook an argument. “Now.”

“I just…” What? She didn’t have a clue. Run! her brain shouted. Hide! Both were phenomenal options in her opinion. The only problem was there wasn’t any place to run to and hiding—well, hell, she didn’t know the colony well enough to even have the first idea of where a proper hidey-hole might be.

Instead, she strode to where he sat.

He took the choice of standing in front of him out of her hands. Crackling sparks of desire stroked up her arm when he gripped her wrist with his glove-clad hand. He tugged on her arm, pulling her down, so she was sprawled beside him. Her skin tingled beneath her clothing. It was almost as if he was putting off tiny jolts of energy. “Hey.” She righted her position, putting about six inches between them. Squashing the urge to rub the tingles from her body, she stared at him through narrowed eyes.

“You need to relax, Kayleigh. It’s nothing more than a small storm.” He had the gall to chuckle at her. “Before you know it, you’ll be back on Earth reporting the news from the satellite station.”

For some unknown reason, he didn’t sound all that happy about her working from ITNV’s offices in New York City or doing her normal gig of man walking down the corridor on Pluto Station. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

A thousand questions rolled through her head, but she decided to trust him. She peeked at his watch. Fifteen minutes until the next live feed. A couple of soft thuds rocked the hotel, but they weren’t very strong. It was more a vibration that shook through their suite than the pulsing clunk of a much bigger meteor striking the shields. “Do you think we’ll have anything to report?” She heaved a relieved sigh when he shook his head. He laid his hand over her cold one. “It feels as though we’ve dodged a photon torpedo,” she muttered.

“The shields have been strengthened.” He turned his head to stare out the iridium doors.

“How do you know?” Quelling the urge to brush the scowl away from his brow, she leaned a little closer to him. All of her naughty little fantasies she’d enjoyed about him came rushing back.

“I just do.”

Thud. Thud. Thwack.

She jumped and wrapped her arms around his shoulders when a heavier thunk reverberated through the hotel. Her heart went into hyper-drive when his strong hands rested on her hips. Heat soaked through her clothes, and sweat broke out on his brow. “Are you all right?” She went to lay her palm to his forehead, but he stopped her by grabbing her forearm. He kissed her wrist instead.

His other palm slid over her cloth-covered ass. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” His focus suddenly returned to her face. He clutched her butt cheek firmly. “What I’d like to do to you if I had you all to myself.”

She expected him to smile or at least give her a heads up as to where this unprofessional interaction was headed.

He didn’t.

The image of him thrusting his cock into her dark hole popped unbidden into her head. Her throat went dry. A bloom of heat settled low in her belly as he pulled her across his lap, so she straddled his hips.

His arm snaked around her waist. Her crotch came into intimate contact with the bulge of his erection tightening his pants. He bent his head and nuzzled the pulse thriving at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She could picture him with his head between her legs, licking and sucking on her clit. A burst of moisture soaked her panties.

“What…what…are you doing?” Not that she minded—at least, she didn’t mind much. She was just worried that he’d put her on a sexual tenterhook then leave her hanging. Please, God, don’t let that happen.

“Taking your mind off the storm.” He nodded to their field producer standing in the doorway. “Ja’On, would you care to join us?”

“Wait? What?” Kayleigh couldn’t have heard him right. She steered her gaze to the Tollerian. She licked her dry lips then tried to swallow around the clog of lust gathering in her throat. Kayleigh drank in the sight of the handsome man entering the room. Slightly taller than Krassus, Ja’On was as dark as Krassus was light. His exotic coloring mingled with his long, straight, raven-colored hair and broad shoulders to create a humanoid, who wasn’t just exquisite but almost as sexy as the man holding her to him.

Sparks of energy snaked up her sides as she took in Ja’On then turned her attention to Krassus. “The live feed.” Great. Now I sound like an idiot.

“I postponed the next update. The shower hasn’t even gotten started yet,” Ja’On said and strode to where she was straddling her co-worker. “Since we can’t report on the situation in the refugee camps, the director of news told us we should get some sleep. It’s not a bad idea considering we’ll probably be up all night.”

Shifting her stare from the dark-skinned Ja’On to the handsome Krassus, Kayleigh bit her lower lip to keep from shouting. Exactly what she wanted to scream, she didn’t have a clue. Her brain waffled between “Get me the hell out of here!” and “Please, fuck me!”

“I see,” she whispered instead. A bigger thud ricocheted through the hotel. It pulsed in time with the throb inching down her pussy walls. “This is nuts.” She shook her head. “Ah!” she squealed when Ja’On grabbed a fistful of her waist-length hair and tilted her head back.

“Relax, Kayleigh. You’re going to enjoy this,” Ja’On said. She stared into his obsidian eyes.

Without warning Krassus raked his teeth down the column of her neck. Tiny jolts of desire tingled up her inner thighs to tease her core. A jolt of pure lust rocked through her when Krassus jerked her against his pant-clad erection. Her hands flew to his shoulders, and her nipples turned to hard buds. “Yes.”

Krassus’s hands skimmed up her sides. His thumbs brushed the swells of her breasts. “I can smell your heat, mon amora. This pleases me.”

The interstellar communicator failed her. “What…what…did you just call me?” She could barely breathe. Her heart was going warp 10. Every nerve in her body twanged with unadulterated desire for the Dareauxian. Hell, she was so hyped she could probably take on both men and still beg them for more. She really needed to get laid. “Tell me,” she whispered, trying to swallow the moan inching up her throat.

“Later,” Krassus said. He licked a slow path across her soft skin. “Do you know how much I want you?”

Forming a cognizant thought, let alone a complete sentence, went flying out the window. She gritted her teeth. Hearing the rustle of clothing being removed, she wrapped her arms around Krassus’ neck. He nipped at her shoulder. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he whispered. “Please let you suck Ja’On’s cock, or please throw you down on the floor, so I can lick your sweet pussy?”

Both. “God.” The word tumbled from her lips. This is incredible. Hundreds of lewd scenarios played through her mind. “I want you…to fuck me while I suck Ja’On off.”

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SIx Sentence Sunday: Jan 22nd

2012-01-22T06:38:00.004-06:00

Happy Sunday, peeps! I've officially survived the blizzard that just hit the midwest, dumping 9 inches of fresh snow on us. As a result of that, I've managed to get a jump start on my next book for Excessica and thought I'd share six sentences out of the first chapter of it. This is a continuation of my Doms of Chicago - and is the long awaited story of Rena and Jackson. So without further ado, here is it. (Oh before I forget, I need to thank you all for stopping by and remind you to stop back here for more SSS fun :D)

Curled up in the picture window of the apartment she shared with her sister, Rena stared out over Lake Michigan. In the glass she could see her own reflection, and she’d seen better days. Her long braids were in messy array, she had huge bags under her dark eyes, and even her normally mocha hued skin seemed lackluster. She hadn’t been the same since she’d come back from Alabama. While done there she’d come to a decision. She couldn’t stay.

Okay somehow I have a feeling Jackson is going to have something to say about that :) Stop by next week for six more sentences from the next chapter.

Dakota

SIx Sentence Sunday: Jan 15th

2012-01-15T09:10:00.001-06:00

Good morning peeps. Today will be the last time I'll post from Saving Micah as it releases on Friday! *does a happy dance* As that's the case I'm going to take my favorite six sentences out of the book.Towards the end of book, this scene is taken just before Olivia and the boys' claiming ceremony and she's laying the law down before they go get ready. Sexy and hot, she is in her dominance to both Micah and Jude....LOL As usual all of us who do this hop really appreciate you stopping by and leaving the comments each Sunday. :D To find more six sentence madness, be sure to stop by HERE.

“You don’t play fair, pet.” She inhaled sharply when Micah pressed his erection against her hip. “All right – you have fifteen minutes but I expect each of you to be in the same condition you’re in now.” She brushed her hand over each of their cocks. “These are mine.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said in tandem.

Six Sentence Sunday: Jan 8th

2012-01-08T09:09:00.001-06:00

Hey Peeps, it's that time again. Her'es my Six for this Sunday and this week's six comes from Saving Micah again. and proves that there is a little boy in every man. This is taken after Olivia has told Jude he can't go play cops and robbers with Sampson. Enjoy and don't forget to stop here to visit the other contributors. As always all comments are welcome and we thank you for stopping by.

Olivia sighed before glancing over at Jude. He was slumped in the passenger seat of the rental car, with a pout on his face. They’d just finished their trip to the Winn-Dixie and they had a cooler full of food and several bags of nonperishable goodies for their efforts. Including a new tube of lube – she had flushed when Jude had winked at her before tossing it into the basket. But now the flirtatious sub she’d seen in the store had taken a back seat to a pouting one.

SIx Sentence Sunday: Jan 1st

2012-01-01T08:45:00.002-06:00

Well it's officially the first SSS of the New Year and I have to thank those of you who have joined us again in the new year. As authors we love that you take the time to stop by and read our posts and absolutely love the comments you leave. That being said you can find the other contributors here. Now on to my six for this week. If I recall correctly I'm up to chapter seven on my WIP, Saving Micah. This is taken from when my heroine goes to meet the Mistress of the club Micah was taken from. This is the beginning of their meeting.

Enjoy the fireworks...lol Hot tempered southern Domme meets a cool Northern Mistress could you expect less?

“Finally! Mistress Olivia, I have a bone to pick with you. What the hell were you thinking of siccing Caelan Doherty on me? The man is the biggest pain the ass I’ve ever had - aside from my Sampson here.” Brigit fondly stroked her sub's hair.

It surprised Jude when his Mistress actually blushed.

Winners galore!

2011-12-21T17:02:00.000-06:00

Hey Peeps,

I've had several contests running this month and I have a few winners to announce today. I want to thank everyone who took the time out of their busy schedules to stop by my site and/or Kharisma's to participate in my contests this close to the holidays. As a big thank you, I'll be throwing in a set of the Dom's of Chicago cards 1-8 fore each winner. (Now, I know many of you are going to say, there are only 4 books out currently but the next three books are scheduled to come out next 12 months, so you're getting the cards

Here are the before you can buy them :D) With that being said:

HERE ARE THE WINNERS!

Win a Kindle Touch with Kharisma and Dakota Winner:

Katy B. McKee

Stuff Your Stockings Christmas Bloghop Winner:

Jennifer L (jslindzy@hotmail.com)

Winner of Interview with Master Alastir:

gabriella92

Six Sentence Sunday: Dec 18th

2011-12-18T00:32:00.003-06:00

It's time once again for my Six Sentence Sunday. This will be the final one of the year but I can't help but want to thank everyone who stops by and reads mine and the other contributors's snippets each week. We surely appreciate the generosity of your time and comments. :D With that being said, I have a snippet once again from Saving Micah, this time from Chapter Six. This is just before Micah leaves the hospital and manages to somehow end tangled up with Ethan on the floor. And fate being what it is, Olivia and Jude just happen to walk into the room as it happens...lol.

Lying on the floor, still attached to his IV thank God, but now entangled with one chuckling Native American pain-in-the ass security guard, Micah’s patience was at its end. He began to swear in his painfully hoarse voice, uncaring when Olivia joined Jude in gaping at his disgraced half-naked sprawl.

“Why don’t you just fucking sell tickets if all you’re gonna do is stare?” He pushed hard on Ethan’s shoulders. “Get the fuck off me, you laughing asshole. Don’t you know how to do anything other than torment injured men?”

Thanks again for stopping by and don't forget to stop by and check out the rest of the group's posts :D

Stuff Your Stockings Christmas Blog Hop and Contest

2011-12-17T14:02:00.001-06:00

Well it's official - the holiday maddness upon us. My house is overflowing with Christmas ornaments, my pint sized tree and plenty of Christmas Cheer! And after doing an assignment with my daughters about their favorite memories of the holidays, along with all the wonderful answers I got from Kharisma and my Kindle Touch Contest, I thought it might be fitting if I give you a glimpse of my favorite holiday memories.

Top Ten Holiday Memories/Traditions

10. Spending Christmas Eve with my grandparents as a child. We'd take a two hour drive from Cedar Rapids to Clinton every year until the year my Grandfather passed away.

9. Going to my mother's for Christmas Eve Breakfast. She always made breakfast quiche and french toast, a tradition she started during my teen years.

8. Making Christmas Cookies and sweets with my daughters. They love decorating sugar cookies. I have a whole drawer full of various sprinkles.

7. Putting up the Christmas Tree with my kids. Every year one member of my family gets to put our stain glass star at the top of the tree. This year it was my dad who did the honors.

6. The last year I sat on Santa's lap. A family tradition on my mother's side - each year, my uncle Harry would dress like Santa, and all of us grandkids sat on his lap and he'd give us a gift. The last year I was required to "sit on Santa's lap" I was twenty and 8 months pregnant with my first child. I still have the Polaroids of it - maternity dress and all.

5. Putting together my daughters's Little Tykes Kitchenette, complete with stove, microwave and sink when they were 2 and 4. Box said some assembly required...and it should have said complete assembly. I spent from 11pm Christmas Eve til 2 am Christmas morning putting it together so it would fully assembled under the tree. I woke less than two hours later to my daughters playing with it and screaming that Santa had come. I laugh now but I wasn't happy at the time.

4. The year we got our Missi-moo, our rat terrier/shih-zhu puppy and the kids got her a raw hide bone bigger than she was. They put in her own Christmas stocking and as little as she was, she crawled into the sock to get it.

3. My first Christmas with Mr. Trace. We didn't have much so I made popcorn strings and paper mache ornaments. I was huge with my son and my hubby had to help me up off the couch.

2. The birth of my son. (He was born Christmas Eve.) What a wonderful year that was. My mother had to bring the Breakfast Quiche to me in the hospital.

1. Making Christmas Breakfast of Homemade Belgium Waffles and Sausage for my family, a tradition I took over after Mom passed on.

Okay now that I've told you about my favorite, give me a glimpse of what you find the most memorable about Christmas by commenting below to be entered to win the complete set of my Dom of Chicago books, including the just released His Christmas Wish: Myrna's Submission. Just make sure you list your email address, so I have away to contact you if you happen to be the winner!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Dakota

Six Sentence Sunday: Dec 11th

2011-12-11T00:27:00.001-06:00

Once again thank you for stopping by for my Six Sentence Sunday. You can find the rest of the contributors for this week here. This week once again are visiting Saving Micah. And we're up to chapter five folks. This is Mistress Brigit - the owner of the club Micah had been taken from talking to Caelan Doherty, our heroine's older brother.

"I understand your frustration, Caelan - it's no less than mine. Not only did Olivia entrust me with the safety of her sub, but he got hurt on my watch. Christ, he was here with the woman two nights ago and I did everything but thrust him into her arms.”

“Why the hell did you do that?” She could hear through the phone his frustration and the metallic clink of with those infernal silver pendulum balls.

“If you'd quit playing with your balls and just listen to me I'd explain!"

Guest Bloggers: Kiki Howell and Emma Hillman Stop By!

2011-12-07T00:41:00.002-06:00

Stories That Mix Paranormal Creatures

I am so drawn to paranormal stories. Witches! Sorcerers! Wizards! Vampires! Dragons! Shapeshifters! Fairies! Ghosts! Bears, Oh My, Okay, skip the last one! LOL Sorry, couldn’t resist.

I think I have become…well…slightly obsessed. These days though, I have taken to mixing these paranormal creatures together in erotic romance stories, letting their mythologies play off of each other, letting their strengths and weaknesses be highlighted against each other, and best off all let them fall in love with all the complications that relationships between the different kinds brings about.

I want to thank Dakota for having me here today as part of my Looking Back and Looking Forward Book Tour. Today I will be looking back on a story I co-authored with the wonderful, Emma Hillman called The Sum of All which mixes two witches with a vampire, a panther shapeshifter, a fey, and a sorcerer. Below you will find a great chat between Emma and I about writing this book that we had during a release party for the novella. After that, there will be a giveaway, for my witch and vampire tale, A Strange Freedom: Blood & Fireworks .Last, I will giving you a little glimpse into my first ever series, A War In The Willows Series releasing in 2012 with Naughty Nights Press where witch, vampire and werewolf clans are battling each other given romances which go against their social laws.

How The Sum of All, a co-authored novella, Came To Be, A Chat with Emma Hillman and Kiki Howell

Kiki: Emma Hillman and I, Kiki Howell, met as fellow authors at eXcessica Publishing early on in my career. Somehow we got to talking. Will have to ask Emma if she remembers the very first instance, because, well I have a horrible memory, as she can well attest to. LOL

Emma: You were organizing reviews done by authors and I said I’d do one. In the end the author never responded so I didn’t do one, but we started talking. And then, you offered to review my first book, Location, Location, Location. And liked it.

Kiki: Cool, so happy to have her around as my memory. LOL I do remember that we became fast friends by email alone, as Emma lives in France and I live in the US. We started talking about writing and ended up critiquing many of each other’s works, but it soon moved past that, to sharing a lot about our lives, supporting each other in personal things, etc.. And, though we’ve never met in person, I consider Emma a very dear friend.

Emma: Right back at ya!.

Kiki: So, in all of this, especially in discussing each other’s stories, there was a point where I was considering spicing up my erotica like Emma did hers, and she was working her way into incorporating paranormal elements into her stories. There would also be conversations where I would praise her ability to create such real and gripping dialogue, whilst she would talk about my descriptions, etc.

Emma: I suck at descriptions, I really do. But I’m working on it.

Kiki: Yeah, well I’m still working on the dialogue too. LOL So, back to the creation of The Sum of All, over time, the idea was born to incorporate our strengths into one story. Of course it was going to be paranormal, but we hadn’t settled on what creatures to use. I did have the idea, as I am partial to witches, of having two best friend heroines and have each of us be one of their voices. In its simplest form, every other chapter has a different voice.

Emma: That didn’t last long!!

Kiki: No it didn’t. But, in theory, Emma became Es and I became Mae. This was the original idea. But as we wrote, both critiquing and editing each other’s chapters it really became hard to figure out who wrote exactly what.

Emma: Even when I reread it, I’m not sure what paragraphs I wrote. I take this as a good sign.

Kiki: I know! It is pretty amazing :) I do know that Emma came up with the idea for the contest

Emma: Because really, what’s better than four hotties competing in your bed?

Kiki: Exactly! Then, building upon my spell-gone-wrong idea. We ended up picking quite a few paranormal creatures as our alpha heroes: vampire, shifter, fae and sorcerer.

Emma: So everyone can have their favorite ;)

Kiki: I don’t know, I can’t chose *giggles* Before I knew it, we were going past way past ménage and straight into foursomes.

Emma: Well, you know, you might as well make it hotter than hot!

Kiki: So true! I remember an email specifically which stated, “Don’t know how it happened, but they just ended up in this room together…LOL!”

Emma: Guilty as charged! You know there’s a good reason why I never plan my books. My characters always end up doing whatever the hell they want anyway.

Kiki: Emma has this wonderful voice and does snarky, hip, funny dialogue really well, so the verbal, testosterone-filled battles between our Alphas were a ton of fun to write too.

I think we were both really pleased with how it turned out in the end. And, if we could ever find the time now that our careers have taken on a new life all their own, I know there is a sequel in there.

Emma: So true! There’s so much we could do with a sequel. Now all we need is time!

Kiki: Someday! An amazing writing experience is what writing The Sum of All was, one I will always treasure.

Emma: I concur! And if anyone has questions on co-authoring, feel free to ask J

The Sum of All Blurb:

When a spell goes wrong and two witches find themselves stuck in a house with a plethora of paranormal creatures, tension rises and sparks ignite. A gauntlet is thrown down, a contest is born, rules are drawn up, and soon, the two women are living out the fantasies they’d never thought to have.

Who will be the best? Will jealousy prevail? Or, will they get their hearts snared by one or two of those Alpha males?

Genres: Paranoramal (Witches, Shifter, Wizard, Fey, Vampire), Contemporary, Erotic Romance

Adult Content Warnings: Explicit Graphic language and Other Situations Some Readers May Find Objectionable: Anal Play, Exhibitionism, Ménage (m/f/m), Homoerotic Sex (female/female and some light male/male), Sex Magic and Bloodlust!

from eXcessica Publishing

Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance Ebooks, Smashwords, and many other ebook retailers.

Giveaway!

Just comment below, on anything that catches your attention to win a PDF copy of my novella A Strange Freedom: Blood & Fireworks. I must mention that the fantastic cover for this story was made for me by Emma Hillman! Okay, back to it. Please leave your email address so I can contact you if you win. I will stop back on Dec 11^th to pick a winner :)

A Strange Freedom: Blood & Fireworks Blurb

Can a witch gain her freedom to live as she chooses between Memorial Day and the Fourth of July?

A man was not exactly what Meranda was looking for when she went to her grandfather’s grave for a ritual of remembrance on Memorial Day. However, what she thinks is a ghost in the heavy shadows of the night ends up a vampire.

When Meranda’s grandfather lay dying on a bloody battlefield in WWII, Alexander promised the man he would take care of his family if he got out of the war alive. Even though he returned to the states a night walker, he has done his best to honor that promise from a distance.

When Meranda is hurt due to his negligence, Alexander valiantly fights his own desires for her blood to save her. Only, once she is better, their lives clash. But, using a little magic, she plans to win their war by the time the fireworks light up the sky on Independence Day.

Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal (Vampire & Witch), Erotic Romance

Adult Content Warnings: Explicit Graphic Language, Bloodlust, Brief Depictions of War

A Glimpse Ahead at At War In The Willows Series releasing with Naughty Nights Press

The Willows in Tennessee, is a resort, lake-front, community. Here, a clan of transient vampires set down new roots a few years back. As always, they’d soon learned of the others there, the ones like them who hid what they were. In this bright resort town full of sun and boating, these other creatures, shifters, vampires and werewolves run the nightlife, while living secret lives apart from the humans. Problem one with this is that these creatures don’t get along. For the most part, they chose to interact as little as they can. Of course problem number two happens when the temptation becomes too much: a vamp drinks from a tourist leaving town then wipes their memory, a werewolf runs under the moon with the intent of scaring a few townspeople, or a group of witches does a few spells just for the fun of messing with mere humans lives. They’re not all bad here in The Willows, but the troublemakers always make the most noise. Which leads to problem number three, when a vampire and a werewolf dare to fall in love. Now there is a war in the Willows.

When Book One, The Vampire’s Witch, starts, the Willows is at war already. Isaac comes back to town after getting the call that his maker, Drake, has been killed by a werewolf in an incident after his Vampire sister, Amberlyn, reveals she’s in love with the werewolf, Kane. Amberlyn, who was being groomed by Drake to take over the clan now has to go into hiding. Isaac can’t take over the clan, although he is next in line, because he was made into a vampire in the Willows by Drake, and had to live in California letting his biological family believe him dead. Even coming back to the Willows, he will have to be careful not to be seen by anyone in his family who still lives here. The only on left to lead their clan in this time of war is Achim, Drake’s maker, and he has his own reasons and issues to not want the job back.

As if this all isn’t bad enough, a young witch, in the wrong place at the wrong time, was also killed along with Drake. And, rumor has it a group of witches are seeking revenge against both the vamp and were clans. Always one for kicking ass then asking questions later, Isaac goes and kidnaps a witch, locking her in Drake’s old place hoping to get answers as to what her clan is planning. Isaac’s plan backfires when he recognizes the witch’s magic. He believes himself under a spell when he finds himself easily attracted to her. It isn’t long before he finds out he has a history with this witch named Winter as things in the town go from bad to worse. As weres and vamps start to fight, spelled by witches, Isaac will have to fight his past, his present and for his future, if he has any chance of following the heart he mistrusts as it falls in love with Winter.

Book Two, The Vampire’s Wolf, begins right where Book One leaves off with Amberlyn learning of her vampire brother, Isaac’s love for a witch, Winter. Hurt, angry, among a million other emotions, she meets up with Kane out of town. Kane, the werewolf she loves who she hasn’t seen since her maker Drake was killed, tries to calm her the best ways he knows how. But, emotions are running high, and the vampire and werewolf ride along the edges of the rules, of being safe, of being together.

Their reunion, though, is short lived, when Amberlyn gets a call from her brother, Isaac. They have met with elders of all the clans to try to talk to the younger, more ambitious and dangerous, clan leaders in hopes of making them see that the old social, non-written, laws of no interaction between clans needs to be broken. The old prejudices need to be addressed in non-violent ways before they blow their cover with the humans and all have to leave the Willows.

Only the meeting turns deadly. The witches through manipulation and spells force Amberlyn and Isaac to have to face to have to face her own pasts. The war not only continues after their meeting, but gets uglier.

In Book Three, The Vampire’s Human, the war escalates when another of Drake’s vamps, Devin, saves and falls for a female human, Sarai. Stuck together in his home, the attraction between them becomes too much to resist. He needs the support of his sister and brother, Amberlyn and Isaac.

Only on his way to meet them, they stumble upon a coven of witches doing a ritual, something seasonal, summer, but after hear talk of their plans.

This leads to an all out war, one so bad that those who survive it may not have a resort town to live in any more. The tourists are leaving after just a few nights of violence, the boat house has been burned to the ground…when the war ends, the Willows may be a ghost town rather than a resort. But, will anyone be left to care enough to pick up the pieces?

WINNER OF THE IN BETWEEN THE SHEETS CONTEST!

2011-12-05T08:29:00.000-06:00

A huge thanks goes out to everyone who stopped by my blog during Liz Crowe's IN BETWEEN THE SHEETS bloghop. I loved seeing all the answers, and definitely found a few new titles to pick up myself. But first I'm going to read Ann Mayburn's new Peppermint Passion. I picked it up last night, early on Amazon. *Squeeee* Any way before I forget the purpose of this post in the rush of the normal Monday madness at my house, I need to announce the winner of the $10 gift certificate to Amazon.

And the lucky winner drawed by Random.org is.....

skyla11377

I'll be emailing you shortly about your prize. Thanks for participating!

Six Sentence Sunday: Dec 4th

2011-12-04T00:16:00.002-06:00

Hey peeps, thanks again for stopping by my site for my contribution to Six Sentence Sunday. As always all and any comments are greatly appreciated by me and all the other authors who participate in this wonderful tradition. So please, make sure to stop back at the main site: HERE to check out the rest of the Sixers. This week we return to Saving Micah. This six is when the evil villians show their faces to our heroine and hero the first time and Olivia and Jude don't even realize it.

Looking over her shoulder at the squeal of tires, Olivia watched as a luxury car peeled out of the parking lot, jumped the curb and nearly hit a hydrant before it sped down the street.

“That asshole is gonna get someone killed,” Jude commented from beside her. Hearing the squawk from her phone she lifted it back up to her ear.

“Yes, Caelan, I’m paying attention to you and no I don’t need you to come down here. Jude and I are more than capable of dealing with one stubborn injured sub. He’s gonna come home with me whether he likes it or not.”

Welcoming Author Kharisma Rhayne

2011-12-02T07:23:00.000-06:00

Morning Peeps! *Dakota sips on her third cup of coffee* I'm blessed today to have my friend and fellow author, Kharisma Rhayne on my blog. She's stopped by to give me a peek at her new book, Bound by Seduction and to tell us what she finds sexy in the male characters she creates. So without further ado, here she is....

*Kharisma waves*

Thanks Dakota! First off let me introduce my new book, Bound by Seduction. It's the first book in my Bound Series with Rebel Ink Press.

Blurb: : Jared and Bekka, two people with a huge conflict. He's FBI, she's the prosecuting attorney. Him in his high class suits with attitude to match, her with an uptight personality and a virgin to boot. Watch the sparks fly from the office to the bedroom as these two go head to head and flesh to flesh.

*Dakota freezes with cup half way to mouth* She's a virgin?

*Kharisma smiles* Yes, now quit interrupting! Or do you not want to read the excerpt?

*Dakota hangs head* I'll be good. *then peeks up* Can I have my excerpt now?

*Kharisma laughs*

Excerpt:

Jared grabbed a scarf from the bedside table and tied it around my wrists, not too tight, but definitely tight enough that I wasn't wiggling free.

"What's the stop word, babe? You remember it?"

In a voice that barely sounded like my own, I managed to say Eeyore. Funny, I know. But he insisted that we had to choose something we'd never say during sex. Even if I was begging for things to stop but still secretly enjoying it and wanting to continue, we would keep going unless I said Eeyore.

I was dying for him to touch me. As if he heard me, he reached around, placed his hands on my breasts, lifted me slightly from the bed, and began playing with my nipples between his fingers.

He laid me back down on the bed and took one of his knees that had been on the outside of my legs and used it to part mine. He then placed the other one there, too.

"Lift your right leg up so it's at your side and bent at the knee." Jesus, he was opening me up. Thank God I still had my jeans on.

He took a few fingers and tapped, yes tapped me, between my legs. He proceeded to lightly, almost not even touching, brush his fingertips against my crotch. He was going to drive me nuts. I needed a firm touch. Better yet, I was more than ready for him to just take me.

"Tell me what you want, Bekka."

"What?"

"Tell me what you want me to do to you. What do you need?"

No, *Dakota stomps her foot*, you did not just stop there. *crosses her arms over her chest* Guess I'm gonna have to go buy the book now.

*Kharisma grins* Yep. But here is where you can find it.

BUY LINK

*Dakota clicks on it* Thank you, thank you! *Pauses* But don't forget you told me you'd tell me about what you find sexy in the men you write about - I'm not letting you off the hook on that one!

*Kharisma arches eyebrow* I won't forget. *mutters under breath* Crazy Dakota, someone's had too much coffee this morning....

Hey I heard that....now spill!

What I find to be sexy when I create my heroes is the man that is tall, well-muscled and overly confident. I’ve always loved men with an air of arrogance. I prefer tattoos as well on my heroes, but in some settings, it doesn’t go with the time period or location. Generally they will have long hair as well. I’ve never gotten into the shorter haircuts, so I fit them to be the guy I’d love to run into at the gym. (Anyone have a centuries old Highlander, ancient Greek warrior or Viking for me?) They tend to be unbending and the books focus more on them than on the women that I put them with.

Arrogant long haired, muscular men with tats? *Looks around* Where? I want one!

All kidding aside peeps, this is a great book and worth the read, (I should know I've read it- one of perks of being friends with the author, got to see it in it's developing stages.)

I have to thank Kharisma for stopping by and putting up with my slightly hyper morning persona - maybe I should lay off the coffee...or not drink a whole pot by myself.

She can be found at these places:

Blog: http://www.kharismarhayne.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/KharismaRhayne

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KharismaRhayne

Six Sentence Sunday: Nov 27th

2011-11-27T01:59:00.001-06:00

Hey Peeps, this week I'm taking a small break from Saving Micah but want to bring you six sentences from my just completed WIP, Seduction's Call. This is the final exchange between Braelyn (the first line of dialogue is her) and her Dom, Flannery. (The answer) Enjoy and make sure to check out the rest of the peeps on this great hop.

“Where are we going?”
“First to have your hand looked at, then we’re going to deliver this head to Bilé. Who says that we can keep our firstborn by the way. Then after that we’re gonna ditch my annoying brother, your manipulative god-father, and your over-protective mother to go back to the cottage where I’m going to love til you can’t see straight. I might just even get the cups out. Do you have any problems with that?”

Six Sentence Sunday: Sept 20th

2011-11-20T09:05:00.004-06:00

Hi all! Thanks for stopping back by once again for my Six Sentence Sunday. As promised here's six sentences from the next chapter of Saving Micah. In this scene, our lovely heroine, who happens to also be a Domme is reminding Jude of her position in the relationship several days into their investigation into Micah's attack - it seems when it's someone he cares about, he conveniently forgets his place in their relationship and goes go all alpha on her... a trend that he makes no apologies for - as he's told her in the past - when it comes to her protection and those that he loves, he makes no qualms about doing what he thinks right.

“Mistress?”

Her gaze narrowed. “That’s right - acknowledge who I am to you. I seem to remember how forward you’ve been the last two days with your Mistress. How free you’ve been your hands…touching without permission; doing whatever you want.” Her tone was cool but he could see the puckering of her nipples against the towel.

Not that I'm sure you've gotten a chuckle at these two, don't forget to stop by the other authors at SSS this week!

Saturday Snark: Nov 19th

2011-11-19T14:42:00.000-06:00

The previous few week's I've brought you snark from Seduction's Call, my current WIP. During this time you've met Kennet, my hero's snarky older twin. Kennet's will has been forged in the fires of hell - literally but somehow he's managed to keep his sense of humor a and I couldn't resist throwing another piece of snark his way. This time it's from his own book, Dark Seduction. In this passage, he's just found out he's been tasked with protecting Bile, the God of the Underworld's daughter, Jasmyn who is part of the very race who cursed him. Hopefully you'll enjoy another peek at this wonderful character. Be sure to check out the rest of the snark at Marie's Sexton's site!

"Son, I understand what we’re asking is quite the favor, but if Alastir and I could figure out another way to keep her safe, we would." His father shifted out from under his mate’s body before wrapping a hand around Kennet’s arm to stop his pacing. "What happened…"
"…was an unfortunate accident." Kennet sighed heavily, wishing his family would quit trying to shoulder the blame of what happened to him. "You had no idea that Lenora would curse my blood, causing it to separate when I rejected her advances. Nor did anyone realize that she’d dared to use the Origins spell." Kennet raked his hand through his shoulder-length blond hair, barely pausing in his pacing. "So now I have two voices in my head instead of just one." He gave a mocking smile. "I’m the ultimate bi-polar man."

InBetween the Sheets Blog Hop: Dakota's 1NS Inspirations

2011-11-18T00:12:00.001-06:00

When I first sat down to write my contribution to Decadent's 1NightStand series, I was at first stumped at what kind of heroine would be desperate enough to contact Madame Eve for a date. Of course the most obvious things that popped into my head, were some type of disfigurement or debilitating shyness that would drive the heroine to seek out the lovely Madame. But I just wanted to do something different - considering I normally march to the beat of a different drummer, but I didn't want to do another of my BDSM books. I needed a break and knew I wanted to do something unique. Thus Xaviera jumped fully developed and so full of spunk into my head, I had to give her life. Not only does she have attitude to spare, she's blind as they come but still manages to be a confident woman who won't take any guff. I fell absolutely in love with her. And as far as I knew at the time that I wrote Blind Need, there were no blind heroines in the 1NightStand line. She was the perfect...or rather most perfect imperfect heroine I've had the pleasure of writing.

Of course with the sensual blind heroine I created, I hadn't realized the issues I was going to have with their love scenes or even writing from her point of view period. How do you describe an environment or even the act of making love from a blind woman's perspective? Easy. The crazy author lady, spent several hours without her glasses on - (and FYI for you folks out there, Dakota is blinder than a bat without them. Large blobs and shadows is the extent of her vision with no glasses. She won't even attempt to go to the bathroom without them.) This allowed her to experience things as simple as walking out on to her deck to the feel of what another's touch in total darkness. (this would be the DH- not the teen-aged offspring) *blushes*

Now I'm sure I got several really weird glances from my neighbors as they watched me try to navigate down my stairs with my glasses off and my son in front of me, but I learned some very valuable lessons.

One - always have a partner with you to help guide you. Being stubborn about this leads to stubbed toes and nearly falling down said stairs. In the book, Xaviera has a wonderful seeing eye dog named Lucy who is never far from her side - a true helpmate.

Two - no sight doesn't automatically mean your hearing is better. Instead it just makes the person without sight pay better attention to where things are or supposed to be. In the book, Xaviera realizes when she goes to Nate's room that he has moved a chair because his room is laid out in the same way as hers and the chair happens to be missing. A smart observant lady.

And three - Never be too stubborn to accept help when you do fall. When I wrote the book, a great deal of it was spent with the hero, Nate, tripping over his own feet or even his own shoes because of his ridiculous stipulation about having the lights out. Because of his stubbornness not only does he nearly knock himself out, he nearly looses the girl because she gets fed up with his bull-headed ways.

Some very valuable lessons to learn indeed. Luckily I was a bit smarter than Nate and had my teen-aged son guide me while I wandered around the house with my eyes closed, so no unwanted spills occurred but for a brief moment I stepped into Xaviera's world and am so glad I'm not blind!

And speaking of valuable things, I'll be giving away a free $10 gift certificate to Amazon to one lucky commenter. And what do you need to do. In the comments section, tell me which 1NightStand is your favorite. (Or if you can't decide - tell me your top three - I won't get offended since my book isn't out yet...plus it will give an idea of which book to pick up next!) Oh and don't forget to leave an email address I can contact you at when I draw the winner at the end of the blog hop on November 30th!

I'm going to leave you with some absolutely beautiful cover art which Decadent's talented cover artists have provided for me, and the unedited blurb for my 1NightStand Book! Thanks for stopping by my blog and be sure to stop back by the rest of the contributors blogs too! (They are listed at the top of my site and below in this post.)

Blind Need - 1NightStand

Blind Need by Dakota Trace

Two wounded souls, one blind and the other scarred are matched up by the infamous Ms. Evangeline - neither one expecting more than a brief meeting of two bodies in the dark for one night.

Xaviera Navarro had it all, a wonderful career ahead of her running her family's wine business, a sexy fiancee, and her dream-wedding around the corner, but that all changed in the blink of an eye. A freak accident has left the Navarro wine heiress blind with no future other than the company of her seeing-eye dog, Lucy. Or not one that she can see. After licking her wounds, she finally is tired of her own company and ventures back out in hopes of finding a man who might be strong enough to stand beside her but not in front of her. If she can't have that, she'll settle for a night of hot loving before returning home.

Ignatius "Nate" Ramirez is not only scarred fire-jumper with a justifiably bad attitude towards women, he's also under strict orders by his Captain that if he doesn't get laid on his vacation, he's going to bench him. After finding out about 1NightStand, he requests Ms Evangeline find him the perfect fantasy woman to have under the cover of darkness. Figuring he'll have a better chance with his date with all the lights out, he wasn't expecting a feisty, no punches pulled heiress to knock him off his feet.

A blind woman and a scarred fire-jumper should be a match made in heaven, but will Nate and Xaviera manage to leave their baggage at the door and find love all in one night?

Six Sentence Sunday: Nov 12th

2011-11-13T00:47:00.008-06:00

Thanks all for stopping by my blog for the newest edition of Six Sentence Sunday. As usual I appreciate all those who stop by to comment as does all the other authors on this blog hop; so please be sure to stop back by the SSS to check out all the rest of the six sentence contributors. As promised here is the next six from chapter three of Saving Micah, showing Olivia's frustration at their lack of progress in finding Micah's attackers.

Dakota

A hiss escaped Olivia as her hands tightened against his flesh. Jude gave a slight wince but bore the pain without commenting. It was his job to soothe his Mistress.

“If I get my hands on who did this, I’ll kill them.” The venom in her voice didn’t surprise him. That was his Mistress – fierce, loyal and above all else protective whatever she considered hers.

Sunday Snog: Seduction's Call

2011-11-13T00:01:00.005-06:00

This week's snog is coming from one of my current WIP's, Seduction's Call. The last book in my Darkest Submission series, is the story of the youngest son of Camulos, the God of War and the Banshee who has been sent to seduce him, but to do that she must give him her complete and utter submission. This is the pivotal moment in the story when Braelyn gives into Flannery. (FYI, as a Banshee, Braelyn has a mating song that is lethal). Enjoy and make sure to stop back at Victoria Blisse's site to check out the rest of the snogsters. :D

His voice came out gruff. “And you’re certain you want me to be that man?”

When she opened her mouth to reply, he held up a hand.

“Before you answer, I’m going to give you one last chance to back out of this madness.” His hand clenched into a fist. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but you need to understand that I’m not an easy man, Banshee. I will accept nothing less than your complete and utter submission. There will be no half measures if you get frightened. I won’t allow you to back out once we enter my bedroom and you see the pleasures I have planned for us. They will probably scare the hell out you but I will be relentless in my pursuit. I will have what you’ve promised me. Between what my brother did and my natural desire for you, I won’t be able to accept less.”

A low whimper escaped her tight throat. She wanted so badly what he offered but realized he had a valid point. Despite all of her reading she was truly inexperienced.

“And if I get scared, Sir?”

"I will sooth your fears to the best of my abilities, if I can. Just realize I will never hurt you. I’ll push your boundaries but my intent is not to cause you true harm. Knowing this do you still offer your submission?”

She licked her lower lip. “Can I ask for a boon before I answer, Sir?”

His nostrils flared as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Ask.”

“Would you please kiss me, Sir? I know it seems silly but I think it would calm my nerves…”

The rest what she was going to say was swallowed by his mouth. She hadn’t expected him to move so fast. One moment he’d been leaning against the couch and the next he was crouched in front of her, one hand buried in her hair, while the other wrapped around her waist to hold her still for his kiss.

She sighed at the feel of his firm lips. Need pooled deep in womb and sparked an onslaught of moisture between her thighs. It took all her control to keep her hands upturned on her knees.

His tongue brushed over the outer curves of her lips. “Open for me, little one.”

Obeying, she thrust her tongue against his. The spicy taste of the ambrosia laced whiskey filled her senses as his tongue rubbed over hers – battling for supremacy and ultimate getting it with her submission. As he conquered her mouth, staking his claim, she fought to keep her hands in position. She ached to thread them through his hair, to cling to his thick neck, to hang on to anything as he blew her world apart.

Then the hand at her waist moved to settle over the curve of her breast and she forgot about being still, about holding her form. Her arms moved of their own violation as his fingers pinched and rubbed at her nipple, the slight sting of pain intensifying the pleasure his touch had invoked. It was all she could do to keep from singing out her pleasure when his answering growl vibrated against her lips.

She sobbed as the song, unbidden, built in her throat. Even through her desire and desperation for Flannery, she knew she couldn’t free it. I promised…I can’t. Tearing her mouth away from his, she rested her head under his chin, in the hollow of his throat. “I…”

"Your answer – now, Braelyn, before I take you where you sit.” Hoarse, she could hear his voice vibrate under ear.

“Yes, Sir.” Her words whispered over his pulse. “I offer my submission."

Seduction's Call

Blurb: Braelyn has been sent to the Earth realm for one purpose. Her lord and Master, Bilé wants the final member of Camulos’s family tied to him, wanting warriors with Flannery Baghadur’s blood. Proven in battle, the God of War's youngest son is undefeated. So she’s been charged with seducing Flannery and not to return until she’s carrying his child. It should be easy right? But as a Banshee, for her to become pregnant, she has to sing her mating song and no human has ever survived the mating call of a Banshee.

Flannery is intrigued by the long blonde haired woman who appears on his doorstep in the deep of the night. Already aroused from a drug that his ornery twin, Kennet, had slipped him, he’s finds himself wanting the Banshee despite the perceived danger. That’s until in the midst of their passion, he finds out Braelyn’s ulterior motive for coming to him. There’s no way he’s going to allow her to run off after he impregnates her. He’ll do anything, even TrueMate her, to keep her and his unborn child at his side.

Saturday Snark: Nov 12th

2011-11-12T06:38:00.001-06:00

Once again it's time for Saturday Snark. I have to thank everyone who has stopped by my blog and the rest of the snarksters' blogs. Make sure to stop back by Marie Sexton's blog for more fun snark. With that being said, here's this week's snark. It comes from one of my current WIPs, Seduction's Call. In this scene Kennet, the twin to the hero has been tasked to lead the heroine, Braelyn, to his brother's home.

Standing outside the dimly lit cabin, Braelyn pulled her wrap tighter around her. Glancing at Kennet, the unexpected man Bilé had chosen to escort her, she shivered. The night air wasn’t cold but after spending the evening in the Underworld even one hundred degree weather would feel cool.

“Are you sure about this?” She tried to keep her apprehension from bleeding through her calm veneer. The last thing she needed was for Flannery’s brother to realize how uncertain she felt. The man’s commanding presence did weird things to her stomach. Suddenly she found herself doubting her own intentions for the first time in nearly two hundred years.

Kennet gave her a reassuring smile. “Of course. Don’t let my brother’s bite fool you. He’s a man like any other.” He quirked an eyebrow, “He’s almost as handsome as me.”

A reluctant smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Almost?”

“Yeah. Everyone knows I’m the charming, handsome one.” He shoved away from the tree he’d been leaning against. “Just ask me – I’ll tell you.” He leaned forward as if confiding in her. “My wife even agrees with me.”

She couldn’t help it. A bubble of laughter burst free. “You’re unbelievable, Kennet Baghadur.”

Chuckling, he guided her towards the cottage with a hand at her waist. “You have no idea.”

Six Sentence Sunday: Nov 5th

2011-11-06T01:47:00.007-05:00

Once again this week's SSS comes from my current WIP, Saving Micah. As promised, here's six sentences, once again from chapter two. (Sorry about it not being three - been buried in finals, but I hope you'll forgive me.) It's from Jude's (the other hero in this menage tale) POV. He's been doing some digging to find out what happened to Micah the night of his attack. Enjoy and don't forget to check out the rest of the SSS Authors here! (And don't be shy, we all love to hear from you folks - so comment away :D)

The feel of Olivia’s hand on his bare shoulder drew his attention away from the computer screen.

“Mistress Brigit finally emailed us.” He looked up at her. Even with him sitting and her standing, his head was nearly level with hers. “She did some checking around about the night that Micah was last seen. It seems Micah did leave the club with a woman."

Sunday Snog: Jacob and Eri

2011-11-06T00:39:00.019-05:00

This week's snog comes from my first M/M book Ace's Desire. Set during the occupation of Okinawa after WWII, these star crossed lovers shouldn't have a chance in hell but love has it's ways. Meet Jacob, a Tuskegee Airman and Eri, his lover - an Okinawan sugar cane farmer. Then don't forget to stop back at Vicitoria's site to check out the rest of the snoggers! :D

Desire boiled in Jacob's veins as he submitted. “You don’t play fair. One memory,” he promised as he threaded his fingers through Eri’s hair. The man gave a relieved gasp. “Kiss me. I need to know how you taste.” Pulling him closer, Jacob slanted his mouth over his lover’s, groaning at the unique flavor. His head swum with it. Parting Eri's lips with a smooth thrust of his tongue, he explored with greed, searching out more.

Against his mouth Eri moaned, his fingers digging into Jacob's shoulders. God he tastes so good. Wrapping his hands around the smaller man's waist, he lifted Eri so he could straddle his hips. Feels so good. As Eri settled over him, Jacob bucked involuntary at the feel of the muscular cloth-covered ass pressed against his cock. More than anything he wanted inside its tight grip. The thought had him close to spilling.

Saturday Snark: Nov 5th

2011-11-05T09:21:00.000-05:00

This week's snark comes from my first m/m book, Ace's Desire. This scene is right after Jacob, a downed Tuskegee Airman wakes up to find Eri, a Japanese fisherman tending his wounds. Enjoy! And don't forget to stop back by Marie's for the rest of the snark!

He hissed when the man lifted his leg to wrap a strip of cloth around the wound. “Are you sure you’re not related to the Marquis de Sade?”

A man chuckled and shook his head. “You are quick witted, Gor-de-san. I’m not some dead Frenchman, but am Amuro Eri. You may call me Eri.” He raised a brow as he tightened the wrap. “I would think you would have more important things to worry about than if I like to torment my sekusu no dorei.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jacob gritted his teeth as his leg returned to its original position.

“Sekusu no dorei?” Eri dropped the blood-soaked cloth into a small silver bowl at his side. “It means…” Eri ran his gaze over every bare inch of Jacob’s skin before his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “…how do you say one enslaved by sex?”

Despite his discomfort, Jacob felt the familiar clench in his stomach. It was a familiar prelude. Next his cock would get hard. Ah hell, I can’t do this. It’s one thing to get hard because he’s a man, but quite another if he’s a Jap. Trying to ignore his stirring libido, he focused on what Eri had just said. When he spoke his voice croaked. He cleared his throat before trying again. “You mean a sex slave?”

Ari smiled. “Ah, yes. That’s it. I’ll keep my nefarious plans to myself until you’ve healed. It’s no fun to torment an injured man, Gor-de-san.”

Winner of my Bewitching Blog Hop Contest!

2011-11-02T10:39:00.000-05:00

A Huge Congrats goes out to

Shadow_Kohler!

She's the winner of my two ebooks Seducing the Sword and Dark Seduction. Check your email, I will be sending them shortly! Thanks again to all of those who stopped by my blog during the hop and those who've entered!

Oh course be sure to stop back...in Nov and Dec. I'll be doing a blog hop Between the Sheet for November and fantastic Christmas Hop in December!

Six Sentence Sunday: Oct 30th

2011-10-30T07:00:00.000-05:00

Once again this week's SSS comes from my current WIP, Saving Micah. As promised, here's six sentences from chapter two. It's from Jude's (the other hero in this menage tale) POV after they find Micah in the hospital from a vicious attack. Enjoy and don't forget to check out the rest of the SSS Authors here! (And don't be shy, we all love to hear from you folks - so comment away :D)

Get a grip, Larson. Focus on finding out what happened to Micah.

Even the thought of state he’d found his friend made him want to find the son of bitch responsible and beat the hell out of him. Something had happened between Micah and him as his friend had led him into the dark sensual world of BDSM. A bond had been forged and whether Jude liked it or not, Micah held the other part of his soul. They were kindred spirits and he’d remind the stubborn ass once he healed. Enough of his foolishness - it’s time to bring him home – where he belongs.

Sunday Snog: Trust

2011-10-30T00:25:00.001-05:00

This week I thought I'd take a trip back in time to one of my earlier releases, a sweet erotic romance called Trust. In this scene, we have the main character, Jason and his girl, Leighann. This is Leighann's first tentative step at intimacy after being attacked by the villain of the story. Enjoy and don't forget to stop back at Victoria Blisse's for the rest of the Sunday Snoggers!

“I know I promised I wouldn't push for anything, but I would give anything to kiss you again, Minx.”
“I think I can handle a kiss or two without falling apart.”
“Good.” His head dipped and he pressed his mouth against hers. She went up on her toes, as his tongue teased the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. With a soft moan, she granted him access. When his tongue rubbed against hers, she pressed up against him. He took her weight easily before turning to press her against the door.She felt her feet bump something and she nearly toppled over. She wrenched her mouth from his.
“Whoa.” She clung to his wide shoulders. “You pack quite the punch, Mr. Adair. I almost fell over.”
He groaned and dragged her mouth back up to his. She sighed into the kiss and leaned into him once more. Just as his thumb brushed against the underside of her breast they were interrupted.
“Jeez, couldn't you guys get a room?” Gloria's laughter startled Leighann.

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Saturday Snark: Oct 29th

2011-10-29T07:42:00.007-05:00

It's once again time for Saturday Snark. This time it comes from the hero and heroine of my newest release from Excessica Publishing, Conquering Jude. (Rena isn't the only smart ass in this book...lol) This is what Jude has to say after his Mistress insists they take a nap together and she wakes up to find he hasn't slept at all.

P.S. Don't forget to comment if you enjoyed my little snark today, or to stop by to read the rest of the Saturday Snarks HERE.

“Hmm, I can feel you thinking, pet.” The drowsy words were breathed across his naked chest. “You’re awfully hard for a slave who’s supposed to be napping with his Mistress.”
His heart leapt at her words. It was one of the first times she’d actually referred to herself as his Mistress. “It’s hard to sleep when I have a boner hard enough to hammer nails.” He waited for her to protest his vulgar words. Instead of protesting, she shifted, rubbing her belly against his trapped cock. “Not that I’m complaining about holding you, Mistress.”
“Hmm, so that what’s been poking me for the past hour?” The sensual tone went straight to his dick and unbelievably, it swelled even more.

Bewitching Trick or Treat Blog Hop!

2011-10-28T17:23:00.004-05:00

When it comes to Halloween, I can't help but starting to crave sweets. Nothing makes this author happier than having a huge bowl of candy corn at my elbow as I write or a bag of mini peanut butter cups as I devour the latest paranormal erotic romance on my e-reader. I love this time of year and fill up on my favorite vamps, werewolf and shifter stories. (Not that I don't read them all year around! I love Lynn Hagan's shifter series, the Braq Pack and I just started her newest series, Christian's Coven) In fact my favorite indulgence on Halloween after a long night of trick or treating is to curl up on the couch in my snuggy with my puppy curled at my feet as I eat the white Reese's PB cups, sip on hot chocolate and read a good paranormal book. And which book is on my hit list for this Halloween?

Slade by Laurann Dohner

And Reese's Mini PB Cups!

So what are your favorite sexy Halloween Indulgences?

Just tell me your fave candy in the comments and be entered to win

the first two books

in my Dark Submission Series:

Seducing the Sword

and

Dark Seduction

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BlogHop4Writers: Oct 27th

2011-10-27T07:42:00.000-05:00

QUESTION: Being a writer means that you are also an entrepreneur: have you set business/financial goals for this year and how are you going to achieve them?

Question provided by author: Clayton Bye

Good question this week, Clayton. Rather than set actual financial goals, I set book goals. This year coming year I want to release 4 books. That's one every quarter.

One thing I've noticed with being an author, is that you're only as good as your next release. If you want to sell you have to stay in the spotlight so to speak. And the best way to do that is to write consistently (and not make your reader base wait months to years for your next book) and to remember to toot your own horn. With new social medias out there it's very easy to connect with your reader. I've noticed that when I'm more active with my FB and twitters, my sales do increase. And I'm not talking about promo after promo. To take what Liz Crowe said in a recent blog, even commenting on other peeps blogs and making time to write interesting things about your own writing - how you plot or come up with characters are all interesting to the public, it gets the author's image out there - just not your current release.

Sunday Snog: Myrna's Submission

2011-10-23T10:28:00.001-05:00

After reading several of the others on this blog hop (whew, them ladies know how to steam up a cold Sunday morning!) I couldn't resist and had to post my own snog. This is the first kiss between my mature hero and heroine from Myrna's Submission, which will be out in December from Excessica Publishing. A bit of a set up is probably in order here. This takes place in Ireland in December and Myrna happens to be sitting in her car with the window rolled down talking to Amery. Enjoy! And don't forget to stop back and check out the other authors participating. Just click on banner above!

Despite the snow covering his shoulders, Amery was turned out impeccably as always. Even dressed casually in a pair of tan woolen trousers and a cream turtleneck that peeked out of the open vee of his dark winter coat he still looked wonderful. A light dusting of snow still coated his hair. As usual he’d forgone any kind of hat.
Deciding that casual was the best defense, she smiled at him. “Are you trying to catch your death of a cold, Amery? Where’s your hat? I know I gave you one last year for Christmas.”
He leaned into the window. “I suppose it would be the same place the other five hats you’ve given me.”
Before she could ask where that was, his firm lips brushed hers as his hand cupped the back of her head – holding her still for his kiss. The immediate rasp of his cool lips against hers had them parting on a gasp of surprise. Even with his warning, she hadn’t expected his kiss. The damp feel of his tongue exploring the sensitive inner curves of her mouth had her squirming. Oh dear Lord in heaven this man can kiss. Her body swayed forward trying to get closer to his as her lips parted and his tongue thrust forcefully inside to tangle with hers. He tasted of mint and coffee and she feared she’d grown addicted to his taste. She needed to get closer.
Frustration grew as door of the car impeded her. She fumbled for the handle only to have his free hand catch hers. Against her mouth, his order to be still had desire rushing to her core. The pure mastery of his mouth against hers along with his controlling hold had her body awakening in away she’d sworn it never would again. His hands held her completely as he took what he wanted from her mouth. Under the bulk of her sweater and coat, her breasts swelled and ached for the touch of his hands. Her thighs trembled as her folds grew damp against the restraining cloth of her panties and jeans. She longed to feel his thick fingers find and tease her aching female flesh – to dip inside of her wetness before smearing it over her aching clit.
It had been so long since anyone other than herself had touched her body. Not to say she’d been a saint. She hadn’t, but a few one night stands and one briefly lived affair with a vanilla man a few years younger than her had left her feeling dissatisfied. So she’d gone out and bought a vibrator and a silver bullet, deciding that intimacy with a man wasn’t worth the hassle. She got more satisfaction from her own administrations than she had with any man since Grant.
Her breath came out in raspy plea when Amery finally lifted his head. His grey eyes were dark with desire and the swollen fullness of his mouth had her wanting to kiss him again. When she leaned forward, his hand tightened in her hair. Even with a protest on her tip of her tongue, she froze. Her heart was racing at the possessive look on his face.
“You’re going to be mine.”

Once active in the BDSM lifestyle, Myrna Doherty was betrayed by the very man who’d promised to love her and her submissive obedience forever: her husband and Master. When Grant leaves both her and Caelan behind Myrna vows to never allow herself to depend upon any Dom again. She never expects to go back on her vow, but then again she never expects her home to be invaded by Doms and subs for the holidays in the disguise of her family.

Panicked at the idea of alienating what little family she has left, she comes up with a plan. She turns to the one man left in the lifestyle she trusts: Amery Alastar, Caelan’s former mentor. She prays that he’ll agree to help ease her back into the now unfamiliar world of BDSM. After all it’s only temporary - until Christmas is over and she can return to her normal life. At least it’s what she tells herself, never realizing Amery has a completely different outcome in mind: he wants her submission and not just temporarily.

Saturday Snark: Oct 22nd

2011-10-22T00:56:00.006-05:00

Hey peeps, once again, I'm here doing the Saturday Snark..and even as much as I love my heros and heroines, there are times when my supporting characters steal the show...er story so to speak. In this week's snark, it's Rena, a security guard a Jude's security business, in Conquering Jude that does the honors. In this little glimpse, you catch her talking to Jude's partner and Cajun-playboy Dom, Jackson. (wow isn't that a combination...lol.)

Without further ado, here's Rena in all her snarkiness. (is that a word?)

"White boy, I'm not looking for a new Master – especially one who‘s had his dick in every sub who offers."

Oh did I forget to mention - she's a black woman from the Bronx? Okay now that I've got you chuckling (at least I hope, I have) make sure to stop back by here for the rest of the snarksters out there.

#BlogHop4Writer's Question: Oct 20th

2011-10-20T00:01:00.010-05:00

Thursday, Oct 20th:

QUESTION: Okay, you want to write, but you can’t. Every time you sit down to it, you freeze or else write badly. Maybe you’ve always been prolific, but suddenly it’s as if the well has dried up. Is it really writer's block?

Question provided by author:MEGAN JOHNS

Not necessarily - usually for me it's outside factors like stress. I know when I'm under too much strain, I can't give my writing the attention it needs or deserves, simply because my brain is too tired. I don't call that writer's block, but life. Taking a hot bath with a good audio book, or curling up in my room with my e-reader for a couple hours and getting a good solid 8 hours of sleep seems to take care of it. I figure if I refuse to label it as Writer's Block it won't happen (but then again I could be in denial.) Basically, I do something for a short period of time before I head back to computer and try to write - it usually does the trick.

Six Sentence Sunday: October 16th

2011-10-16T00:43:00.001-05:00

Happy Sunday to all! I'm so glad that it has finally arrived - it means that my son's big marching band trip is finally over, and Mom can relax and tease a few peeps with a few lines from her current WIP. As promised here are six lines from the first chapter of Saving Micah. Be sure to stop by the rest of the amazing authors on Six Sentence Sunday and we all love lots and lots of comments! :D

“Shh, mal-chich.” A cool hand pressed against his free arm before sliding down to tangle with his fingers.

It sent a familiar surge of pleasure through him. His world suddenly righted. Mistress is here, everything will be okay. Despite the agony it caused, he tried to open his eyes, needing to see her – to make sure she wasn’t a hallucination from the drugs they’d been forcing down his throat.

Hope you all enjoyed this week's six and don't forget to stop back next week. I'll be posting six sentences from the next chapter!

Dakota

Saturday Snark: Oct 15th

2011-10-15T09:17:00.001-05:00

Once again it's time for a bit of Saturday Snark. This time it's coming from the ever sassy Rena and her volatile relationship with Jackson Lavough, Jude's business partner from Conquering Jude. (But then again what do you expect when you stick a black girl from the Bronx with a good old southern cajun boy?) This scene takes place in Jude's office when Rena is trying to give her morning report. Enjoy! And don't forget to comment if you enjoyed it, or to stop by to read the rest of the Saturday Snarks HERE.

“Morning, Jude, surprised to see you in so early.” Jackson Levough leaned forward and nuzzled the side of Rena’s neck. Standing only a few inches taller than Rena, he had no problem nosing aside the dark red, brown, and gold braids to touch skin. “Hmm, but you, I was certainly expecting to see this morning. Imagine my surprise to find you in my partner’s office instead of mine. If I thought for a second you were avoiding me, cher, I’d be heart-broken.”
“More than your heart is gonna be broken if you don’t get your paws off me, white-boy.” She shoved at his arms and wiggled.

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While Jude Larson won't deny the effect the little brunette has on him, he's in serious denial of his submissive nature. So what if he deliberately wagers against the lovely Domme in hopes of losing so he can spend a little bit of quality time with her? That doesn't make him submissive does it? All too soon he's going to find out when danger stalks Olivia's club and he's called on to protect the sexy Domme of his dreams from danger.

#BlogHop4Writers Question for OCT 13TH - Characterisation!

2011-10-13T15:00:00.000-05:00

Thursday, Oct 13th: QUESTION: Character physical descriptions, do you like a lot or a little? How do you make sure your readers see your character they way you want them to? Question provided by author: Amy Romine

When it comes to my characterization, I'll have to admit I'm a huge culprit of not putting much detail into my characters. It took me several years before I finally found the balance I like. I don't want to have to define every inch of my characters. (Besides, who's to say what I think is every woman's version of sexy?) I try to define a few distinguished features like eyes, hair, broadness of shoulders (on a man) and basic body type for a woman, (buxom, willowy or slender) but then I leave the rest up to readers imagination. I do occasionally add a scar or tat that I might describe but other than that, it's all up to the reader. The reader has a brain and I want them to fill in what they think is the sexy - lots of body hair...or clean shaven...it's up to them. :D

Dakota

And don't forget to check out all the other author's views on characterization! They can be found here.

Six Sentence Sunday: October 9th

2011-10-09T00:17:00.001-05:00

For this week's Six, I'm going to start posting bits of my current WIP, Saving Micah, which will be released in January from Excessica Publishing. As the sequel to Conquering Jude, this story takes up where Jude's left off as we follow Micah to New Orleans during Mardi Gras - unfortunately he's not faring all that well by himself. Enjoy this snippet from Saving Micah's prologue...and don't forget to check out all the fabulous Six Sentences from the rest of the gang. They can be found here!

Dakota

Micah wasn’t vain but knew his dark as night skin, clean shaven head, and swimmers build along with his piercing blue eyes intrigued women. But tonight I don’t want to be some woman’s trophy. Instead he wanted - no needed something to drown his sorrows. He was just hoping the music would do the trick. It’d been nearly three months since he’d held his Mistress, had driven his cock inside her tight depths while his best friend had buried his own in her tight ass. Twelve long weeks since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t produced by my own hand - twelve weeks since I’ve felt the bite of a whip against my skin.

Saving Micah, the sequel to Conquering Jude

Coming January 2012!

Saturday Snark: Shane and Jason

2011-10-08T18:24:00.000-05:00

Okay this is my Saturday Snark. Hopefully you'll enjoy this bit between Shane and his former sub, Jason from Making His Move. They are talking about the new man Shane has his eyes on. Enjoy! And don't forget to stop by HERE to check out the rest of the snarky-ness!

Shane’s smile died. “I may be a dominating ass at times, Jason, but I’m not going to just walk up to my best friend and put the moves on him.”
Relief made the other man sag against the open window. “Thank God.”
“Nope. I’m gonna seduce his stubborn little ass, then warm it for making me chase him half way across the country.”
Jason’s eyes widened. “Ah fuck me.” His head thumped against the side of the truck door. He finally looked back up at Shane. “You know, it’d serve you right if he knocks you on your ass and then walks away.”
He chuckled. “It’s alright, Jason. I know you’re just jealous. Don’t worry, little one. I’ll find you a Dom.” He forced a teasing note into his voice to hide his darker side. “While he won’t be me, I’ll make sure he’s trained right.”
Jason looked up at him – his face open. “You’re an ass, you know that right?”

Interview with Gavin Langdale

2011-10-07T00:28:00.002-05:00

About Land of Falling Stars, an erotic romance/historical:

After her parents die in a fire, Sophia Whitfield struggles to save her beloved home, Arbor Rose. The Civil War has devastated the South, and another blue coat has come to steal her meager possessions. Before the hated enemy inflicts his destruction, she shoots him. And soon discovers the soldier is Gavin, the champion of her childhood.

Gavin's dark secret lurks in Sophia’s future. When she discovers the truth, she's torn between a burning hunger for the man she truly loves and loyalty to Jesse, their childhood friend. The despicable acts of war have changed everything Sophia and Gavin once cherished. Yet somewhere deep in their hearts, the mystical Land of Falling Stars still exists.

* An expanded version of the original best-selling Civil War novel

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“You haven’t lived until you’ve read Keta Diablo’s Land of Falling Stars.” Crave More Romance, 5 Stars
“LOFS Makes for one phenomenal read that will keep your heart pumping and the pages turning, not just from the delightfully sinful sex, oh no, the drama and suspense will carry
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“Diablo pens a beautiful, haunting love story full of passion, deception, danger and the epic War between the states that will leave you breathless.” Night Owl Romance, 4.75 Stars

AND NOW FOR THE INTERVIEW OF...

the Swoon-worthy hero from LAND OF FALLING STARS: Gavin Langdale

Thanks for joining me today. I’m getting ready to take a trip back in time to talk with Gavin Langdale, the hero in Keta Diablo’s newest release – Land of Falling Stars – out now with Books We Love Spice! Care to join me? Great! Hop in! *flicks a couple switches on the time machine.* Ready? And we’re off to the 1860s!

Whoa *grabs the edge of the door, head spinning a bit.* I think we’ve arrived at our destination: 1864, Fredericksburg, Virginia here we come. *stepping out, looking around* Ah, ha -- there’s Arbor Rose, which means Gavin should be around here somewhere.

Man: “Looking for me?”

Turning, *gasps at the huge, hunky man behind me* “If you’re Gavin, then why yes, I am. Keta told you I was coming right?”

*A nod* “Keta, she’s that sex author, right; the one who interviewed Sophia and me?”

“Yes, that’s her.”

“How do you pronounce her name anyway?”

“I believe it’s pronounced Kee-ta (rhymes with Cheetah).”

“And they say southern names are strange. *offers a wicked grin and a hand* “Yes, I’m Gavin Langdale. At your service ma’am.”

“Good. I promise I won’t take much of your time. I’m sure you want to get back to the lovely Sophia.” *Settling down on the wide veranda* “Okay, let’s cut to the chase, that is, the beginning of the story. From what I understand you fought for the Union in that horrific Civil War. Tell us why you returned to Sophia and Arbor Rose after—well, after your ordeal.

I had to speak with her about-well, about something terrible that happened at Spotsylvania. People say there are no coincidences in life; some even say everything in life is pre-ordained. I’ve done a lot of thinking about those theories and I wish I had answers. I’d like to believe Jesse’s death was a quirk of fate or a satirical act of Satan’s doing. I loved Jesse, and so did Sophia.

Some say you’ve loved Sophia since childhood. Did you still love her even after she shot you?”

*a deep throaty laugh* “She shot me all right. Guess I should have waved or called out. Would have saved us both a lot of angst.” *a far-away look crosses his dark blue eyes* “I have loved Sophia since we were children. I can’t remember not loving the contrary woman.”

“Well it sounds like it was only fair she saved you after putting a bullet in your chest. But moving on, tell us what Sophia was like as a young girl? Was she a tomboy or the proper little lady?”

“Now that depends on who’s looking at the time. Sophia tagged along with Jesse and me everywhere we went. And we didn’t have to look for trouble; it found us. We got a kick out of turning out the neighbor’s cows and shooing them down the road. We laughed like hyenas while tipping over privies and then there was the day Sophia almost drowned while we sailed the river in a raft Jesse and I built from hollow logs. *shakes his head with another laugh and then his expression turns somber* But when Sophia was around the elders, she acted like a proper young lady of the South. Guess you have to live here to understand what’s expected from the refined elite of the gentry.”

“A little birdie told me Sophia loves to dance. What is the Samba-de-Roda and has she ever tempted you to dance with her?”

“I’ve never seen anyone dance like Sophia, except for the darkies. That’s who taught her the Samba-de-Roda. Nap and Brister say the samba originated in Africa and Brazil. The slaves brought it to the Continent like they did many of their customs. They dance in a circle to the beat of a drum and often sing and clap while they dance. And yes, Sophia has asked many times to join her, but . . .” *he looks down at the ground and points* “Two left feet. I don’t fancy making a fool of myself.”

“And who’s this shaggy fellow?” *holds out hand to approaching dog* “Is this the infamous Ricochet? From my understanding you trained him? I bet that’s come in handy a time or two. Why does Sophia call him a deserter? He sounds like a loyal, lovable wolfhound. “

“That’s Ricochet, all right. I taught him how to knock a man from his mount before I left for the war. Damn, if he didn’t remember when I returned. Sophia has called him a defector or a traitor at times, but she’s just jealous of the attention I give the hound.” *leans forward and murmurs* “She like to be the center of attention if you know what I mean. Deep down, like me, she loves Ricochet. He’s saved her sorry ass almost as many times as I have. Damn, that woman attracts trouble like tics on a dog.”

What a brave fellow, a definite hero, or Ricochet. *shifting in chair* Was he there the night Sophia lost her sight? That’s a double whammy, her losing her going blind and finding out about Jesse. Isn’t that the night you told her what really happened to Jesse and why you came back? “

“Do we have to talk about the night of Sophia’s accident and Jesse’s . . . well, his accident too? I think you should read the book Keta wrote. She covers the incident on the battlefield with Jesse and the night Billy Cooper set Arbor Rose on fire. I got all riled when I think about those things and think it’s best to leave it alone.”

Very well, I’ll spread the word about Land of Falling Stars. *leans in and lowers voice* “I hate to ask about Mule Copper – that horrid man – but why do you think he possessed so much evil in his heart?

“I knew Mule since I was a yonker. He was mean then too. Sophia’s Pa hired him as overseer at Arbor Rose and thanks to Mule, Rueben didn’t live long enough to regret it.

“I hear on your trip to Boston, you met up with a caravan of Gypsies. Do tell us about them.”

Three words describe the misunderstood Romani people – colorful, hard-working and loyal. Sophia and I have many fond memories from our stay with Vandlo’s people, despite the troubles dogging us at the time.

“Ultimately, despite everything, you leave Sophia in Baltimore, that must have been very hard. What kept you going during the time you were apart? And what made you decide to go back after her?

The hardest decision I ever made was to leave her at the school – in the hands of strangers, but I was left with few choices at the time. I kept going day at a time, with one purpose in mind – give back to Sophia what she lost because of the war. I went back to bring her home to Arbor Rose. And . . . because I love her, always have.

“Ah the ultimate love trumps all! Thank you for answering my questions, Gavin. *peeks around Gavin’s shoulder* “I do believe the enigmatic Sophia is calling you to dinner, and I must be off myself.”

“Goodbye, ma’am and thank you for visiting Arbor Rose.” *rises from the chair and bows at the waist again* “Come back anytime.” *pauses briefly* “Do you think that writer woman will write another story about us?”

“Could be, Gavin. Tell you what, I’ll ask her the minute I get back.”

Okay it’s time for the time-hopping traveler to head back to the future. Ms. Diablo, author of Land of the Falling Stars, is giving away a free copy of her critically- acclaimed book Where the Rain is Made to one lucky peep. Make sure you comment and leave an email where she can contact you in case you WIN! Don’t forget to check out Land of the Falling Stars (psst – I think you’ll fall in love with Gavin. I know I did *swoon*). HERE ON KINDLE: http://amzn.to/qsrw5D

#BlogHop4Writer's Question: Oct 6th

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Stop by and see what the other
authors had to say!

QUESTION:
Theme is a scary word for most writers. What is your take?

Question provided by author:
Katrina Nicola

Scary - naw. I look at them as a challenge. I've written a couple different novellas that are themed stories. One, Always the Bridesmaid, was part of the Revenge is Sweet series - with revenge being the theme. (of course) I found it gave my story direction and had no issues with writing it. Writing themed books gives me a break for a bit from being the ringleader of the wacky voices in my head. Instead of saying...because I said so when they ask me why I wrote it has to be written this way, I can say because the publisher says so. Shuts them right up everytime! :D

Six Sentence Sunday: Oct 2nd

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Happy Sunday all! Thanks for stopping by once again for my contribution to Six Sentence Sunday. I thank everyone that stops by every week and comments. I absolutely enjoy it! Before I get to this weeks six, please make sure you stop by SixSentenceDay and check out all my other wonderful author contributors! Have a great Sunday as I leave you with another six from my newly contracted Blind Need from Decadent Publishing to warm up your chilly Sunday morning. (And check out my new cover art? Isn't it pretty?)

"Nate!” She squirmed under his relentless assault as he withdrew from her, only to lap at the crease of her thigh. Her fingers tightened around his length and jerked down, stroking the hard flesh, amazed her fingers couldn’t encircle him. Oh God, he’s thick - just the way I like them. Squeezing hard, she wondered at the feel of holding a cock again.
“Please, suck me,” his plea was whispered against the pulse in inner thigh.

Six Sentence Sunday: Sept 25th

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This weeks six comes from my newest contracted book with Decadent Publishing. As part of their 1NS series, Blind Need is about blind wine heiress (Xaviera) and a scarred fire jumper (Nate) who have been paired up by the famous Miss Evangeline for one night of fantasy.

“So, Nate, I think it’s pointless to make small talk about who we are and what our jobs are, considering we both know why we’re here.” She kept her tone brisk which stroked his ego wrong. He had to give her kudos for being honest though. They both knew they had contacted 1NightStand to have a night of anonymous sex before parting ways in the morning, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to give in so easily.

“You’re assuming you know what I want, Xaviera. What would you say if I told you I wanted to see you again?”

Thanks for stopping by and all comments are appreciated but don't forget to check out all the other Six Sentence Sunday Authors here.

#BlogHop4Writer's Question: Sept 22nd

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QUESTION: What is the strangest thing you've done in the name of research?

Hmmm...the strangest? Well that's not gonna be an easy one at all since I don't consider anything I do for research as strange. Now the family on the other hand might beg to differ. I remember getting some really strange looks from them when the book I ordered from Amazon about Shibari Bondage showed up. And I was subjected to even more strange looks as I attempted to try some of the techniques on my leg. My son called me a freak. Evidently, they think wrapping a rope around my leg means I've got a screw loose...LOL.

Make sure to stop back at Alternative Reads to read about other strange things authors do in the sake of research.

Six Sentence Sunday: Sept 18th

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Hey peeps, I'm going to be evil and give you another teasing six sentences from Conquering Jude, my most recent release from Excessica Publishing. Just prior to this scene, Olivia has been blackmailed by her subs in shall we say...a rather inventive and "carnal" way... into taking some pain medication for her fractured arm. She's not happy to say the least. Enjoy!

She tossed the pills into her mouth, followed closely by a drink of water from the glass Micah offered her. “I've taken the damn pills, but you're both going to pay for your audacity.”
She looked down her body to Jude. “You're going to make me come with your fingers only. You will not put your wicked tongue anywhere near my pussy – do you understand, pet? You will not taste me again this evening.”

Conquering Jude:

Bozka Metjka, better known as Mistress Olivia, has everything she's ever wanted: a successful BDSM club, wonderful friends, and as many horny subs as she wants begging at her feet for the privilege of pleasing her. But now approaching her fortieth birthday, she realizes that something is missing: her Joie de Vivre - and she knows just the man to bring it back – a security consultant, twelve years her junior, who claims there's not a submissive bone in his body. While Jude Larson won't deny the effect the little brunette has on him, he's in serious denial of his submissive nature. So what if he deliberately wagers against the lovely Domme in hopes of losing so he can spend a little bit of quality time with her? That doesn't make him submissive does it? All too soon he's going to find out when danger stalks Olivia's club and he's called on to protect the sexy Domme of his dreams from danger.

Author Interview with C.J. Ellisson

2011-09-18T02:01:00.006-05:00

Today I have the pleasure of hosting a erotic paranormal author, C.J. Ellisson. (Thanks Jess for bringing her to my attention - she rocks!) After reading the first book in her V.V. Inn series, Vamp's Vacation along with Just One Taste, I was stoked when I got the opportunity to host her for her Hunt Blog Hop. I know I'll be definitely adding this book to my growing TBR pile. (So make sure to check out the blurb and excerpt at the end of her interview - there will be a contest giveaway too.)
So on to the interview.

Dakota: Thanks, CJ, for taking time out of your busy schedule and stopping by to talk with me today. I have to say that I really have enjoyed your work so far but I’m dying to know, have you always been a horror aficionado? Somehow I can see you staying up to watch the Fright Night Double Feature…or am I dating myself here…lol?

CJ: Thanks for having me here today, Dakota! I think you are the first person who has even mentioned the horror aspects of my books, thank you. Everyone focuses on the sex and glosses over the blood.

Now, to answer your question – nope, I can’t watch horror movies. I can watch the lighter ones on TV you’re mentioning, they are more like tame versions of the horror movies out in theaters today. But the really gory rated R stuff? Nope, I can’t stomach it. I know monsters (meaning serial killers with saws) could really exist and it scares me so bad I can’t sleep!

Reading horror? Whole ‘nother kettle of fish! I grew up loving Stephen King and really enjoy when an urban fantasy has a dark edge to it, like Jenna Black’s Morgan Kingsley series or Ilona Andrews’ Kate Daniels series. Both authors are stellar examples of mixing horror aspects into their fantasy worlds.

Dakota: That they are! *Leans closer* So lets get down to the nuts and bolts. I hear you have a new V V Inn book coming out – where did you get the inspiration to write such a series?

CJ: Hmm… do you mean the inspiration for a series set in Alaska or one based on the adventures of a monogamous couple? The setting just seemed like a natural fit for vampires. Need to avoid the sun? What better spot than Alaska in the winter!

Regarding the couple angle, well, I got tired of reading about these kick-ass heroines who save the world and muck up their personal life by the end of the book. There is an old saying “Behind every strong man, there is an even stronger woman.” I’ve always have to hold back from shouting “Amen, sister!” when I hear it.

How about we reverse the concept and make the woman the lead figure? I love reading about a married couple in a series and there just aren’t enough out there. Aside from Nora Roberts’ In Death series, under J.D. Robb, and the Emerson couple from Elizabeth Peters’ tales, you just don’t find many good ones.

Mix it all up with vampires and some good looking men from Supernatural and BAM! Perfection. ;-)

Dakota: Good looking men and Supernatural - yum...what more can we ask for. Speaking of yummy men.....I have to say while I love your heroine, Vivian, I too like many of the other readers want to know more about her hunky husband, Rafe. I’ve read a bit of your free read that goes into their reuniting. Will The Hunt give us another peek into their relationship?

CJ: Thank you! Some people love her and others not so much. Yes, I think this book will reveal more of Rafe’s strength. A few people thought he was perhaps more of a beta male, but they were unable to read between the lines and imagine what strength it would take to manage someone as volatile as Vivian for over six decades.

This book is told in a completely different way than the first. Each chapter we switch POVs to another member of Vivian’s new seethe. Unlike some books with a POV change where we’d review a scene again, the story in The Hunt constantly progresses through each character switch. Readers will get to see Rafe manipulating and subtly steering Vivian as they couldn’t in the first book.

Dakota: What man doesn't...but if I had Rafe doing it...I don't think I'd complain too much. *fans self* Okay now that I’m all hot bothered thinking about Rafe, why don’t you tell us what exactly you’re looking for when you write your characters? Are they based on people you know or are they fully developed and just pop into your mind and order you around until you have to write their story?

CJ: LOL! I’ve always laughed inside when I’ve heard people say their characters order them around. Then I secretly feared I was a loser because my characters don’t talk to me.

I borrow aspects of people all around me when creating characters. Some people have a mannerism I steal, others a personality quirk. I love to people-watch and I’m a better listener than people give me credit for. Makes for great dialogue inspiration in books!

I don’t follow rules when I make people up – like they have to have a huge personal flaw they’re unaware of, or a ton of emotional baggage they bury. Real people have all those things, sure, but when they become the crutch of why you character acts a certain way, then their traits are also a plot contrivance. You have essentially made them up to have this great inner problem and then you write them into a scene to exploit it.

Dakota: I'm all for exploiting them.*winks* It serves them right for trying to order me around...lol. And last but not least, can you give a glimpse inside what the average day is like for you and any little traditions you need to get your creative muse going?

CJ: Ah… I wish I had something witty and amusing to share. I haven’t been writing all that long when you look at the cold hard numbers (two and a half years) and some little traditions would be really nice to get my mental creativity going.

I start my day by going through emails and checking facebook. Next I’ll eat and if the weather is good I’ll go for a walk or if not, try to do some yoga. I’d love to report I do this everyday, but I’m a bit of a lazy bitch. I work with about twenty other writers on various blogs and ebook projects, so publishing duties often take up more time than I’d like.

My new plan has been to push business stuff to the afternoon and focus on writing in the morning. I’ve battled some health issues for a few years now, so it’s made any type of routine rather difficult to maintain. But so far, since school began (YAY!!) I’ve been able to get back to work on book three, Big Game. The goal is to have it out by this winter and I intend to try my damnedest to make it!

Dakota: I can totally understand that! We authors have to have our goals...or we'd never accomplish anything. Thanks for stopping by today, CJ. I’m happy I was able to be part of your blog hop for The Hunt!

CJ: Thank you for having me! I was so happy to see you researched my books and even read a bit of them. It’s refreshing to do an interview where the person does such a great job with unique questions. I really appreciate your effort and I’m thrilled to be able to have a chance to meet your readers, thanks for the opportunity!

Dakota: You're welcome and speaking of readers, Ms. Ellison has been nice enough to do a give away today. Two lucky commenters will win a free copy of each of her V V Inn e-books. All you have to do is answer CJ's question below. We'll draw a winner on Monday so be sure to hurry over and comment!

What supernatural elements do you like in your vampire books?

CJ would love to hear from you.

Find C.J Ellisson on the Net

Facebook * Website * Everything Erotic * Digital Digest

The Hunt: Book 2 in VV Inn Series
by C.J. Ellisson

Blurb for The Hunt:

Vivian thinks she can control every aspect of a deadly game with her usual manipulations...but what if she can't?

Seven vampires and seven werewolves pay to hunt a supernatural criminal across the cold, vast grounds of an Alaskan resort. The one to catch her, and live through the encounter, will increase their power by feasting on hers. The tiny vampire they track is more than she appears, however. To escape a fate of twelve years in silver chains, she'll do anything to survive the weeklong excursion. This time, the darkness holds more than just the stinging bite of the Arctic--it holds death. Journey along, in this next installment of The V V Inn series, for a wild ride as the tale is told through the eyes of all the new seethe members.

Warning: This book contains some explicit sex scenes and is not intended for readers under 18.

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Excerpt from The Hunt:

Chapter One

As I lie here, curled around my husband’s firm body, I begin to wonder: Am I crazy? What in the hell made me think organizing a hunt, here at our hotel, would be a good idea? Over a dozen supernatural predators are flying in from all over the world; ones who’ve paid an exorbitant price for the privilege of removing their everyday masks and killing one of their own kind. I must be crazy.

I have a feeling this week is going to turn out to be more than any of us bargained for. Self-doubt plagues me as I rise from the warmth of the bed and stroll, naked, to my closet. The glow of the artificial landscape lighting beams in through the windows. The changing gradient indicates it's probably midday here above the Arctic Circle.

Part of my nervous edge could be associated with learning to trust the new members of our seethe. While the vampires appear upfront and honest—as much as a pack of bloodsuckers can be—my old habits of distrust have served me well over the years.

The two months since November’s tracking and killing of Ivan have been a trial for me, this upcoming hunt week has been a long time in the planning, but I don’t have to like it. Having anyone from the Tribunal of Ancients on our property sucks, especially when I have no idea who they’re sending.

Grabbing the clothes I set out in the wee hours of the morning, I head to the shower in our private suite.

The hot water cascading over me fills my mind with horrible memories of my own first hunt. My seethe wore cloth-lined, silver skullcaps to thwart my unique vamp-to-vamp mind-control abilities. They orchestrated the hunt to rid themselves of their “pet” manipulator. What started for the group as demented undead fun, ended with a young, redheaded vampire surprising them all with her ability to kill ruthlessly and without remorse.

The blood of my seethe-mates once covered my body, as the water does now. Later, I stacked their headless corpses in our old farmhouse before setting the structure on fire. Killing that sick group was the least I could do to avenge the murders of my first and second husbands. Considering all I’d been through under their rule for twenty-six years, I let the bastards off easy. Thankfully, even a semi-mortal vampire can only die once—if it’s done right. The sound of Rafe stirring in the next room pulls me out of my dark thoughts and tells me he’s getting up as well. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” I call out over the noise of the water. “Get enough rest?” “You mean after you ravaged me for hours? Oh yeah, I slept pretty damn sound.”

Saturday Snark

2011-09-17T10:25:00.001-05:00

I'm gonna try something new this Saturday, it's called Saturday Snark and being hosted by Marie Sexton on her site. (Remind me to thank Keta for telling me about it -will ya?) Anyway here's my contribution to the list, and don't forget to check out the rest of the contributor's posts for a few good laughs!

Today, mine comes from my new novel, Conquering Jude. The hero in my book, Jude is talking to another submissive, Micah about why he was left behind for Jude to find. Enjoy!

"Then exactly why did you stay behind?"
"For this." He spread his arms wide.
Jude sank back into his chair. "You‘re making about as much sense as a drunken E-class nothing on his first weekend pass."

Congratulations to Winners!

2011-09-16T12:38:00.000-05:00

A big thank you goes out to all of those who entered my "New Site" contest and "September" contest!

And without further ado here are the winners!

Of my New Site Contest:

HEATHER

Of my September Contest:

LINDA

Ladies check your emails for your prizes!

Thanks again to all those who entered and be sure to check

back in October first for the new contest on my site!

BlogHop4Writers: Would you be honest and candid...

2011-09-15T07:00:00.000-05:00

"Would you be honest and candid enough to write your personal thoughts, feelings and actions in a memoir like I did in..."

HMM...that's a tricky one. I live in an area that if I did that it would probably reflect on me badly enough I'd have several agencies after me for lewd and mischievousness behavior. But honesty is normally the best policy and as long as I could write it under my pen name - yes I think I would. It's not so much I'm worried about the backlash on myself - I'm a bit of an introvert and homebody as it is...but for my children's sake, I try to present an upstanding and politically correct image. (but oh if the neighbors only knew...)

Dakota

Just Another Busy Week

2011-09-12T15:18:00.000-05:00

Well I'm feeling quite accomplished today. Several things came together over the weekend, and I just had to share. First of all, most probably don't realize it but I'm a graphic design/web design major at the moment with a fledgling freelance business on the side - that's when I'm not doing school work and buried up to my little nose in edits. Well this weekend between the parade, a birthday party and homework, I managed to finish a couple of minor projects and I just had to share!

The first is a series of covers for the talented Mia Natasha. She's been keeping me busy over the past couple of weeks with making three of her covers for upcoming releases. I finished off the last of them yesterday. A Ghost's Chance, Cinderella Thyme and Putting the Madge in Denna were all fun, although I'll have to say that Putting the Madge in Denna was the most challenging of the three.

Then after I finished working on the covers I also finished up a personal project I've been working on for the past couple of weeks (here and there). I'm happy to announce I've sent off my first set of Romance Trading Cards off to the printers and they should soon be available. I'll announce when I get them. Although I did send them to the site, romance- tradingcards.com to be listed. Don't know if they are up as of yet but I'm happy I got them done. I thought they turned out pretty well. This is just a sample of the first of the eight card series that I have planned for my Doms of Chicago series with Excessica.

Front of Card

Back of Card

Six Sentence Sunday: Sept 10th

2011-09-11T00:01:00.000-05:00

Hey Folks - it's time once again for Six Sentence Sunday and unlike my past posts I'm going to be bringing you six sizzling lines from my newest release, Conquering Jude. Just released yesterday this is the third book in my Doms of Chicago series from Excessica Publishing. In this week's SSS, we have Olivia, the heroine and Domme of this story, trying to reassure Jude the hero that giving up control isn't the worse thing in the world - enjoy! And don't forget to stop by and check out the rest of the SSS authors here

"Don‘t look so worried, pet - I treat those who belong to me with care. You have nothing to fear but fear itself once you put yourself into my keeping." She slowly eased his zipper down.
"I don‘t think FDR had this in mind when he said that." His feeble attempt at humor died in his throat when her hand delved inside his pants only to be blocked by his briefs.

"Nonetheless, I mean it."

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Back to Smut Winners!

2011-09-08T17:37:00.000-05:00

Wow, it’s hard to believe our Back to Smut Event has finally ended. Where has the time gone. I will have to say that it’s been a blast and I’ve added at least six new books to my Kindle as a result. I just love going to these kind of things, even though my pocket book protests a bit at all the extra money I’m spending. I hope everyone had a great time, enjoyed the articles, salivated over the yummies (and I’m not only talking about the food kind either) and found some new authors they want to try out.

Now I mentioned I was giving away two separate prizes for my part of the event. The first is a free copy of my new release, Conquering Jude, that releases tomorrow. And the winner of that is

Toni

tsteinerid(gmail)

please contact me off list for which version you’d like

And the second prize is a $10 Gift Certificate to Amazon and the winner of that is:

Winnie

Winnie chibipooh(at)gmail(dot)com

please contact me if this is the address you want your g.c. sent to

Thanks Ladies for entering and to all of those who joined of us authors at the Back to Smut bash and hopefully we’ll be able to do this again next year! I have to send a special thanks out to Marissa and everyone else who made this such a blast for us! Thanks!

What do you dream of accomplishing with your writing? (AR BlogHop4Authors)

2011-09-08T10:57:00.000-05:00

"Reach high for the stars hidden in your soul.
Dream deep, for every dream procedes the goal."
~P. Vaull Starr

Lets just say that like everything has, what I originally dreamed of getting out of my writing has changed as I have. In fact for every year I've been writing professionally, my dream has changed. When I first started writing I did it for the pure pleasure and escapism from my daily grind. That was my original dream - to find a way to let out my stifled creativity - and believe me it was stifled. Dealing with three kids, a full time physically demanding job and a husband who was just as growl-y as I was due to lack of sleep (we both worked overnights at the time), does not promote creativity. (Unless of course, you count the ways you dreamed of duck taping your children to the ceiling without getting thrown in jail because they got up at 3 am and tried to make themselves breakfast. *shakes head* Aren't kids grand?)

Then two years ago, during my second year of writing, my dream changed again. I lost my job due to downsizing and I was at a lost. So I became more opportunistic. I still loved to write as a way of escaping the daily grind but now I added the need to create better writing to my original dream, so I could sell more books. Of course this was about the same time, I celebrated my first anniversary as a published author and was well into my second year as a published author. Now with no jobs, considering there was no jobs with the market being flooded with 1200 other people in the same boat as me, I decided to look at my writing more as a business - something that could help supplement my unemployment while I was going back to school. I had a goal, it was to reach six hundred dollars in sales a quarter. While that doesn't seem like much for three months of work (it figures out to 200 a month) it was enough to justify the hours I spent in front of the computer hammering away at a story - at least to myself. I'm happy to say that by the end of my second year I fulfilled that dream, so once again it's changed.

Now well into my third year of writing, I'm still conscious of my sales numbers but now I'm more focused on my writing - learning to be a better writer. I want to be able to create a story, a world where the reader won't be able to put down the book and will fall just as madly in love with characters as I have. The need to create something that public loves is a strong motivation. My husband says this a trying to become famous but I say it's giving the reader what they want. So entertaining folks with humorous erotic romances and dark, sultry tales of domination is what I dream of now.

Of course in each every dream I've had about what I accomplish with my writing, is the underlying need to get the demanding voices out of my head - but I know it futile. They're never gonna go completely away or new ones will simply replace the older ones as they fight for dominance in my brain. :D

WINNER OF LAUREN'S CONTEST

2011-09-06T07:42:00.000-05:00

I'm happy to announce the winner of Lauren Hawkeye's Contest - picked by Random.org is lucky #3 - Ashley Blade. Congrats and I've sent your information off to Lauren so she can email you your prize - a copy of her book Take Me Down! Thanks for playing!

Dakota

Six Sentence Sunday : Sept 4th

2011-09-04T02:01:00.000-05:00

All of us have a bit of inner Domme or Dom in us. With this week's six sentences, we'll see the heroine getting tough with her lover - but only in the best of ways...lol. Without further ado, here's Xaviera and Nate from Blind Need.

He trembled as if a lash, rather than her hand had touched him. His control was almost gone, making his tone gruff. “Yeah?”
“Get your ass back in here and finish what you started.” Her finger curled around one of the loops on his shorts. “And don’t forget the damned condoms, because I will kill someone if you stop again.”

Guest Blogger and Give Away - Lauren Hawkeye

2011-09-03T00:20:00.000-05:00

Today, I'm very lucky to have Lauren Hawkeye as a guest blogger on A Little Bit of Naughty. She is a writer, theatre enthusiast, knitting aficionado and animal lover who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada.

She’s older than she looks—really—and younger than she feels—most of the time—and she loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. I'm very happy to have her here and be one the stops on her Take Me Down Tour. Today she's being nice enough to stop by and not only write a fan-tabolous article about sexy cover models but is even going to give one lucky commenter a free e-pub version of the first book in her Erotic Me Series, Take Me Down.

Take Me Down

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Blurb:

Evie may feel like she doesn’t measure up to her prettier, younger sister, but she still knows what she wants—Lucas, her cousin’s sexy roommate. She’s dreamed about being with him for a long time, and on the sweltering night of her sister’s wedding, it’s clear he shares her lust. Now Evie is determined to take what she desires—even if it’s just for one night….

I don't know about you but this is definitely a book that has made my TBR list! Now on to Ms. Lauren's wonderful article and don't forget to comment to enter to win a copy of this delightfully naughty book.

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Whose Face Do You See On Your Book Hero?

by Lauren Hawkeye

The other day I overheard a conversation in a book store. Two high school aged girls were giggling over the shelf of glossy romance novels (what else, right?). One remarked to the other, while gesturing with a paperback featuring a Fabio-esque hunk, “This is dumb. Nobody actually looks like this.”

Well, I think that that fresh faced girl got one out of two. It’s true enough, not many people look like they belong on the cover of a romance novel—myself included! But dumb? There I have to disagree.

The whole point of a book, or a movie, or a television show—of a story—is to take you, the observer, out of your life and into the lives of the characters. Furthering that, the purpose of a romance adds a layer of fantasy to that. We want to read about men who look like Brad Pitt, and want to pretend that we are the heroines that are so very much wanted by these yummy men. If the only stories available were realistic, this world would be a very boring place indeed (anyone seen The Invention of Lying?)

I have some familiar faces that I call to mind when I am reading... and writing... ones that help enhance the fantasy of a romance story. Right now I loooove me some Alexander Skarsgard (Eric on True Blood). I also have the occasional fantasy about Adam Scott from Parks and Rec, and Adam Lambert.

Whose faces appear on the bodies of your book heroes?

Six Sentence Sunday- August 27th

2011-08-28T02:15:00.000-05:00

Last week, I brought you six sentences from my upcoming release, Dark Seduction. This week I've got a special little treat. This six sentence is from Seduction's Call, my latest WIP, and the follow up book for Dark Seduction. In this sentence, Bile, the God of the Underworld, is talking to the heroine's mother about his plan to have Braelyn seduce the hero for his own gain....enjoy. :D

He raked a hand across his face. “Have you ever known me to be foolish, Ashlin? Flannery is the best choice to father a new generation of warriors for my army. In fact, any of the Baghadur men would’ve done but he’s the one who’s not mated yet. I can’t ask my daughter to allow Kennet to impregnate another woman. Braelyn is the perfect solution because she’s…”

Six Sentence Sunday - August 21st

2011-08-21T02:01:00.000-05:00

Okay, bear with me, this is my first time doing this - but surely it can't be too hard? Anyway for my first six sentence Sunday, I thought I'd bring you a sexy little tease from my upcoming release from Eirelander Publishing, Dark Seduction. Scheduled to release Sept 16th, I hope you enjoy sexy gods and even naughtier demonesses. This little blurb is from Kennet, our hero's p.o.v. when he first mets our heroine under the guise of protecting her from some unnamed foe despite the fact he's got a grudge against demonesses in general. He's just found out she's his destined mate and let me tell you he's not happy...

How the fuck can she be…she’s a damned demoness! She hasn’t even bothered to hide it either. They all use some kind of masking trick to cover up their horns and those archaic symbols! Instead she walks in bold as you please, wearing nothing more than a see through gauze skirt. His dick grew hard inside his pants. Aw fuck-there’s no way I’m getting hard for my enemy!

Summer Sizzlers: Sultry Danger (pt 2)

2011-08-02T02:01:00.000-05:00

Content Advisory: the below may contain graphic material of a sexual nature, adult situations, sexual reference, explicit sexual description, and depiction of alternative lifestyles.

For those of you joining us today, we're picking up where we left poor Sherilyn yesterday. Unbeknownest to our naughty little submissive, her Master has decided to fulfill her fantasy of being taken against her will, in the least likely of places. Playing along with her devious Master, she's just told him no for the first time and is waiting to see his response to her defiance...

“Yes.” His cock pressed insistently against her lips at the same time he pinched her nose shut. She shook her head as her lungs began to tingle – then she remembered their agreement. No asphyxiation play – it was the one hard limit Master put on this. Her mouth opened. He grunted as he forced his way inside of her mouth. A whimper built in her throat even as she lashed at the hard shaft sliding over her tongue. With his fingers tightening in her hair, he bucked against her face, riding her. The raw fury and lust in his movements sent her own desire soaring.

She reached for him with her hands, but froze at his growl. Oops, bad subbie. No hands during a blowjob…you know better. Tucking her hands behind her, she hummed in her throat begging for his forgiveness at her slip.

“Son of a bitch.” Hoarse even gritty - his words sounded as if they’d been dragged over five miles of asphalt. “That’s right…suck my cock, bitch. Get it nice and wet, because it’s the only lubricant you’re getting before I sink inside your ass.”

Instead of fear, his words sent anticipation skittering through her. Oh God, please if only…he’s always been so gentle when he’s fucked my ass no matter how much I begged him to ride me raw. It was her deepest and darkest secret: to be taken brutally hard by a strong male – this particular male - and being unable to stop it.

Slobbering all over his cock, she sucked hard, running her tongue over every inch she could reach. It took all her considerable will power to keep her hands behind her especially when he jerked back, his cheeks flushed and his bare chest heaving. When did he lose his shirt? She hungrily took in the broad expanse of tanned skin covering his pecs and washboard abs.

“Get on the bed, ass in the air.” His order would’ve sent her scrambling onto the bed if he hadn’t taken his cock in his own hand. The movement of his fist sliding up and down the thick stalk mesmerized her.

“Now!” He released his dick and made a move toward her. Gasping, she scrambled backwards until her back touched the edge of the bed. She squealed when he yanked her up by the arms and tossed her onto it. If the idea of rolling off the bed on the other side crossed her mind, it was squashed when he pinned her in place on her stomach with his body.

Fighting and bucking, she was thankful her Master was such a strong man. Despite all struggling, he still managed to tie her arms to the headboard. Yanking helplessly on the restraints, a soft moan passed her lips when he hauled her hips up to stuff a pillow under them. Closing her eyes, she imagined what she looked like – her hair disheveled, her blouse untucked and her skirt hoisted up around her waist. The perfect offering to my Master. Heat flared deep inside to match the tingling of her ass as Jeff’s hand landed solidly on the rounded swell.

“I told you I was gonna redden this ass if you fought me.” His hand fell steadily. She bit her lip to keep from crying out for more. “You had to fight me, didn’t you, Pet? You want your man to tie you up and take you by force, don’t you?”

She started to shake her head when another blow landed on her already sore bottom.

“Don’t lie to me.” His warning was harsh. “I’m the one who caught you watching that Deen guy’s movie.”

Her face heated at the memory. She’d been lying in their bedroom stroking her vibrator in and out while watching the porn star forcibly take his leading woman. Jeff had come home unexpectedly. She’d been so engrossed in the movie and her own approaching orgasm she didn’t hear her Master until it was too late. After he’d ripped the toy out of her and fucked her into a stupor, he’d questioned her about the movie. That’s when she’d admitted her fantasy.

“Answer me.”

She cried out as he ripped aside her panties and slid inside her deep and fast. “Yes, Master…please…make me submit.”

“I’m going to.” He yanked out, leaving her pussy feeling achingly empty. A whimper built in her throat. His fingers slid inside, twisted deep before pulling back.

She gasped when he smeared her juices over her tightly furled back entrance then forced what felt like two fingers deep inside of her narrow channel. Oh god, it burns so good. Pressing back against the intruders, she sobbed. “Please, Master, please.”

“Fuck yes.” When he jerked his fingers out, she thrashed under him – well as much as her restraints would allow. “Hold still.” His order fell on deaf ears, but the feel of something larger and spongier than his fingers against her opening had her instinctively stilling.

“Ahhh.” She lowered her head between her arms as the pressure built and the dull burn as her body accepted his. When he didn’t immediately begin to pound in and out of her as she wanted, a low whine escaped. Bucking back against him, she tried to get him to start the motions she craved.

“Patience – I won’t tear you just to fulfill your fantasy.” The hard Dom tone settled down.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she knew she could do nothing more than wait. The sound of a lid opening was followed by the cool sensation of lube pooling in the crack of her ass. Even in this, he takes care of me. Tears prickled at the back of her closed eyes.

“Now with that being done…” The thud of the bottle being tossed away was forgotten when his fingers dug into her hips. “…I’m gonna fuck this ass raw…” he leaned over her. “…just liked I promised.”

A harsh moan wrenched free of her as he made true on his words. Her world spun wildly as dark and brutal sensations overtook her. The hard rapid friction of his cock rubbing over sensitive inner flesh competed with the heated press of his bare chest against her clothed back. The heavy sound of his breath competed with her faster panting. Her entire body flooded with pleasure. Inside she could feel her climax coming. A low moan built inside of her.

His stinging slap against her hip made her cry out in surprise. “Not yet, you little slut. You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Shaking her head, she tried to force the approaching pleasure back but it was like trying to hold back a flood with paper towels. It was coming whether she wanted it to or not. “Master…please…I…I…can’t!” Her scream rang throughout the cabin as a violent, almost painful pleasure shook her, radiating out from their joining until she saw spots.

“Fuck!” With a final snap of his hips, her Master exploded filling her ass with his seed before collapsing over her.

For several minutes, it was all she could do to remember to keep breathing. Every nerve was alive and tingling in the aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced.

“Are you okay?” Jeff’s voice wasn’t very steady as he rolled off her to collapse at her side.

She nodded. “Mmmm-hmmm…” Turning her head, she looked into his blue eyes. “Although, I’d have to say it was a stroke of genius on your part to change your looks. You actually had me going there for a moment, Master.”

Reaching above her head, he untied her wrists. “I thought that was the idea, Pet.” He brought each wrist up to the light and examined them before pressing a kiss against each pulse. “Besides, I couldn’t think of a better way to start our first summer vacation kid free.”

Rolling toward him, she pressed her mouth against his heart. “Me either, Master.”

The End

Thank you for joining me in my contribution to our Summer Heat and If you liked part one of Sultry Danger, be sure to check out the other stories in the Summer Sizzler anthology.

Dena's Servant of the Sun

Brindle's The Goddess Next Door

Jacqueline's Afternoon at Pretty Pool

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