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January 25, 2011
To Newsletter or not to Newsletter
Hey Loverlies,
So…as some of you know I am not the most reliable person when it comes to blogging or Newslettering. Newslettering is a word, I just coined it and don't you dare steal it. I'll know. So anyways, as I was saying I'm not the most reliable of persons when it comes to blogging or Newslettering but I try (not as hard as I should) because I know some readers like to read Newsletters.
With all the social media outlets (Twitter is the new meth & I refuse to go rehab) I was wondering if Newsletters are even necessary. So here's where you come in my lovely and loyal readers. What do you think? This is one decision that will be soley and completely up to you. Do you want me to continue with my Newsletter? Before you answer keep in mind you'll have 24/7 access to me on Twitter. I do not autofollow but I do answer all of my @ replies. I also have a Facebook and Facebook Fan Page. I'm on Goodreads and some question answer dealy that I can't remember the name of. Is that enough? I promise to be consistent and reliable on all of those mediums. I'll update them weekly, daily, etc. So with that being said, do you still want a quarterly newsletter. You can leave your answer in the comments and/or answer the POLL.
Poll ends this Friday, the 27th at 11:45pm EST.
Thanks my loves and whatever the decision is I'll keep you posted.
Em
January 22, 2011
I don't write Amish romance but I do read it
Morning Loverlies,
How are you all on this lovely winter morn? Awesome I hope. I don't know how many read this blog, when I actually write a post, that also might follow me on Twitter but one of my running gags on Twitter is that I write Amish romance. #Sexyhandholding
Some of you who are new to me, found me on Twitter and saw that I repeatedly said I write Amish romances. 
I do not. When I say I do, it's purely out of love. I read Amish romance, seriously, I do. And I enjoy them tremendously because of what they are. Innocence and in my genre/world there isn't much innocence to be found and if there is, it isn't for long.
So I just wanted to let all of you know who might have asked, or mistook my intentions that
1. I do not write Amish romance but am an avid reader of it.
2. Do not look down on the Amish romance sub-genre.
3. Really respect writers and readers of Amish romance.
4. Do find hand holding quite sexy. (Okay, that's a total and complete lie. I hate to hold hands but love to read about people holding hands.)
Total sidenote: Make Me Remember was nominated by Siren Book Reviews for best Erotica of 2010. 
I'm absolutely thrilled and honored to nominated along with uber talented Jade James and Joey W. Hill. So if you've read Make Me Remember and would like to vote for it, please feel free to. You can find the voting here.
January 14, 2011
Snippet Saturday: Dark Moment
Morning Loverlies,
Yes, it's snippet Saturday! Snippet Saturday is hosted by the totally kick ass Lauren Dane. Today's theme is the "Dark Moment" and today's excerpt is from my recent release Reign of Pleasure. Reign of Pleasure is about a disposed queen who's indiscretions have finally caught up with her. In this scene she's rediscovered who she is and the power inside of her that she had forgotten about. This story was recently released from Ellora's Cave. You can buy your own copy here, and read another excerpt here and/or here. Enjoy!
The sound of the door opening woke me. Groaning, I rolled over, seeking the heat and comfort of Ignius' body. When I didn't find it, I opened my eyes to find myself in bed alone.
Sitting up, I looked at Dominique. "Where is Ignius?"
She wouldn't meet my eyes, only draped the clothing she had held over the chair. Her gaze downcast she spoke softly, "I have been advised that your time here has been completed and your services are no longer required."
"Ser—services?" Bile rose swiftly in my throat and I swallowed it down. I knew yesterday had been my last day, but after what had occurred between Ignius and I the night before, I didn't expect to leave.
I ignored the pain in my chest and the stinging in my eyes. "Dominique." I barely recognized my own voice. "Please get Ignius for me. There's a mistake. I need to see him."
Her normally bright and friendly eyes were sad. "I'm sorry, Highness, he's gone."
Gone where? I knew I hadn't misinterpreted the night before. Even if it was possible to misconstrue his words, there was no way to mistake what his body had communicated to mine.
Dominique turned to walk away and I grabbed her arm. "No, wait, Dominique, please. Please take me to Ignius."
Pity flashed in her eyes as she gently removed my hand. "Highness, I'm sorry, that is impossible. He's gone. Now you must get dressed. The car is out front waiting."
I watched her leave the room. When the door closed, my knees buckled. Dry heaves shook my body as tears streamed down my face. I couldn't think, couldn't feel beyond the squeezing in my chest.
Stuffing my fist against my mouth to stifle the sobs, I stumbled to the clothes and did my best to dress myself.
* * * * *
The trip from Ignius' estate passed in a blur. By the time I got to court, my eyes were almost swollen shut from weeping. Instead of comforting me, the sight of the palace's lavish grounds just brought a fresh well of tears. This wasn't my home. My home was with Ignius, but for some reason he didn't feel the same.
It was still early enough that I didn't have to face the crowds and thankfully my attendant Karena took one look at my face and spirited me away to my chambers. Transformed from servant to caretaker she undressed me, bathed me and dressed me in my sleeping gown. I allowed her ministrations but wasn't in the presence of mind to pay attention to the words of comfort she whispered. After she got me into bed, still she didn't leave.
She sat quietly as I wept myself to sleep. She woke me hours later still speaking softly as if I would shatter if she spoke too loud.
"Your Majesty, I brought a little something for you to eat."
She helped me sit up and placed the tray on my lap. The food looked as appetizing as my future seemed. I raised my head and our eyes met until her face blurred.
I didn't sob, I just let the tears fall and wondered how I could survive something so painful. I loved Ignius. And I hurt. I wanted him, needed him, and he'd sent me away without cause or explanation. How could he do such a thing? A body cannot lie—even if every word spoken out of his mouth was based on perfidy, the unspoken ones his body conveyed to mine were nothing but the truth.
He couldn't fake the trembling in his body when we were joined. He couldn't fake the inhalation of breath when my body tightened around his nor could he fake the way his embrace tightened when he pushed me over the edge and then held me while I fell.
Considering the genuineness in all of those things, how could I doubt Ignius loved me?
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January 7, 2011
Happy Release Day to Me!
REIGN OF PLEASURE
Deposed queen Rhiannon's sexual proclivities have finally gotten her into trouble. After Rhiannon took a pleasure slave who didn't belong to her, the courtesan's master is asking the ultimate price for the trespass—not Rhiannon's life, but her body…and complete submission for three days. Rhiannon is determined to submit only her body, but Lord Ignius Sebastian, her new master, will settle for nothing less than her soul.
Author's Note:This book is for readers 18 years and older and contains graphic girl/girl, and BDSM scenes.
Chapter One:
As a deposed queen used to the treachery that lay around every corner at court, you'd think I'd be a little more vigilant, a little more apt to look a gift whore in the mouth. But when I walked into my chambers to find a petite blonde in my sitting room, the last thing I thought about was intrigue.
If I had a type, she would be it. Since I was taller than most males at court, I'd always secretly envied diminutive ladies their statures. Small wasn't a word that could describe any part of me. Growing up, it was often said I had the hips, ass and tits of common stock. Of course, since I was heir apparent and could lop off the head of any who offended me, it was never said in my presence.
At court, however, nothing was secret, not even the covert whisperings of my detractors. As long as I could remember, I had cursed my ample hips and bosom. Not only because they were just one more reason I was different, but because it was damned difficult to wear the formal dress the ladies of court had favored for the past several hundred years. Though our kind tended not to emulate most modern human customs, the peerage did prefer the manner of dress mortals had worn during their eighteenth and nineteenth centuries—long, flowing dresses, corsets, petticoats and luxurious fabrics.
My uninvited guest had the perfect body for court fashion. Where I was plump and round, she was coltish and lissome. Everything about her was small, from her angular facial features and fragile fingers clasped in her lap to her breasts that my mouth could easily engulf.
I didn't need to know her name and, though I knew I should ask who sent her and why, I walked farther into my chamber and went directly to my toy chest. There would be time for idle chitchat later.
She was dressed in a gown so sheer it would probably melt in one's mouth. I knew she was sent for my use, and use her I would. I needed something to break the tension that had been riding me harder than a two-dollar harlot at a poor man's convention.
And this lovely piece would do just fine.
A present one of my many unwanted suitors had sent me last week was the first thing that caught my eye when I opened the closet. My little treasure chest held all the paraphernalia that a pleasure junkie like me would need. Dildos and vibes of every imaginable color and shape, along with kinkier accoutrement like nipple clamps, Wartenberg wheels and riding crops.
All manner of beings have vices, things that make them do things they would not normally do. Sell their bodies, rob, kill, and I was no different. To feed my addiction, I did kill. But in a subtler, more exquisite, less permanent way, secretly draining my lover of her life force as she writhed and cried out against me.
La petite mort.
The tiny death was my addiction and I knew this porcelain doll had been sent here to feed it. I'd never ended a donor's life, merely taken a little taste to satisfy my sometimes ceaseless hunger.
I picked up the box that originally caught my eye, closed the closet door and went to sit next to my visitor. Perched on the edge of the settee, she watched me open the sealed package and unwrap a pink jelly vibrator. For the first time since I entered the room, her head lifted and our eyes met. Her eyes grew wide, her pupils dilating and nearly drowning out the silver-blue of her irises. A look of apprehension covered her face as she looked down at the device I held in my hands.
From the way her body tensed, if I didn't know any better, I'd think my little courtesan was nervous. I caressed the shaft of the toy, running my hand over its bulbous tip and imposing length to the faux testicles that hid the electronic device that would make the apparatus pulse and rotate.
A smile curved my lips as she swallowed audibly, the middle of the device with its bulging beads no doubt making her anxious.
"You have to make sure you have it on the right setting and then work your way up, or the pleasure will be too much too fast. We don't want that, now, do we?"
Worrying her lip between her teeth, she began to nod but stopped herself.
I couldn't help but laugh. The scent of her arousal perfumed the room even though I had yet to touch her. Her eyes were still wide and her back tense, but from the heat radiating from her body and the slight nod of her head, I knew she was ready.
"Come here," I whispered, encouraging her to straddle my lap. She shivered as she leaned over me, a knee braced on either side of my thighs. I reached down and pushed aside the tiny sliver of fabric that covered her hairless sex. "We're gonna start off slow.
Okay?"
She nodded again and bit back a moan as the toy buzzed to life. I pressed it against her clit and the floodgates opened. As her pleasure echoed through me, I was barely able to stop the cry that almost escaped my lips.
My people, the Clarsensus, were telepaths, could read the thoughts and feelings of others. My gift though was most powerful during sexual encounters. When I touched my partners sexually, their thoughts and feelings slid effortlessly into my mind and this time was no different. I couldn't read her them word for word, but I could see the shape of them as they filtered through. Her pleasure, on the other hand, was as intense as if it were my own. When she came, so would I.
"Mmm." She moaned as the toy vibrated against her clit. She held her chest stiff against mine, as if she was afraid to lean against me. Or as if she was trying to stop the natural movements of her hips but couldn't. That would never do. The high I got from pleasure was always sharper if the unwitting donor surrendered fully, so I worked the vibrator harder against her.
Sighing, she slumped against me, grinding against my hand as her cries filled the room.
She was on the verge. The first wave of her orgasm blossomed over me, charging through my veins like a hit of heroin, raising the hair on my arms, heating my blood as the pleasure built immense and deep in my belly.
"Ah, ah, ah. Not quite yet," I chided. The pleasure was good, but I knew of a way to make it better.
The feel her stroking my back and shoulders made my hips rise against hers, and for a mere fraction of a second I wished to be the one to submit instead of dominate. That the body I arched into was hard instead of soft.
I concentrated on the pleasure of her writhing against me and all my other thoughts dissipated like a wisp of smoke. Ecstasy more insidious and drugging than the finest purple kush rolled me under, taking me deeper into the sensations that pulsed through her.
She leaned down, hesitating before pressing her lips against mine. I licked the seam before pressing my tongue between them. Her mouth opened under mine, her sweet breath shuddering out as I ran the bulbous tip of the toy back and forth over her drenched slit, shivering as the sound of her wetness pushed me harder.
Her thighs tightened against my hand as I pressed the tip of the toy up and inside her. It didn't penetrate easily, her cunt tighter than any concubine's had the right to be. She bore down, gasping as she slid over the jelly cock. I tore my mouth from hers, panting as the sensation of it stretching her splintered through me and more concrete fragments of her thoughts filled my mind.
Surprise.
Ecstasy.
Triumph.
The ecstasy and surprise I understood easily, because every pulse of her pleasure reverberated through me, taunting my own empty sex, but the feeling of triumph puzzled me.
Not enough, however, to stop what I was doing.
"That's it," I encouraged, desperately craving more as she ground against my hand. "Help me fuck your juicy little pussy." Her hips rocked faster and her breath feathered against the crease of my neck. She ran her tongue over my collarbone, over my breasts, until she reached my nipples poking against the fabric of my dress.
The movements of my hand sped up until I was ramming the cock into her flooded cunt, fucking her hard and fast. The climax that had gathered in her belly earlier returned, deeper, intense. It burst over us both as she bit my nipple and then sucked it into her mouth through the fabric.
We held each other as we shuddered, the toy lodged deep inside her as she whispered,
"Got you."
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July 3, 2010
Snippet Saturday: Is this a date?
Morning Loverlies,
Yes, it's snippet Saturday! Snippet Saturday is hosted by the totally kick ass Lauren Dane. Today's theme is "Is this a date?" and today's excerpt is from my upcoming release Reign of Pleasure. Reign of Pleasure is about a disposed queen who's indiscretions have finally caught up with her. In this scene she's rediscovered who she is and the power inside of her that she had forgotten about. This story will be released from Ellora's Cave but I don't have a release date yet...
April 3, 2010
Morning Loverlies,
Yes, it's snippet Saturday! Snippet Sa...
Morning Loverlies,
Yes, it's snippet Saturday! Snippet Saturday is hosted by the totally kick ass Lauren Dane. Today's theme is pets. You know the furry rascally member of one's family.
My excerpt is from Seducing St. Nic and for those of you who've read it you probably remember Duchess, the real star of the story. What some of you might not know is that Duchess is based upon my own fat boy kitty man Toussaint. And yes, he's just as sassy as Duchess and yes we've argued the way Barbara Jean and her Ducheess do. Only I've never called him a tart before.
Seducing St. Nic is available now and even though it is Christmas theme it's truly a year around read. Hint. Hint. You can buy it at Ellora's Cave or at Amazon.
I stayed up until two in the morning to wrap Duchess' Christmas presents, all the while trying to convince myself that not only crazy cat ladies bought their cats presents. I knew if I went to sleep, it wouldn't stop me from thinking about St. Nic because I'd dream of him. So instead, I found a dozen things that just had to be done.
Like putting up our stockings. A traditional-shaped one for me and a fishy-shaped one for Duchess. Hanging the half dozen or so bulbs Duchess had knocked off the tree during one of her flying squirrel imitations and decorating little gingerbread men.
But try as I might, thoughts of St. Nic were always on the edge my consciousness, just waiting for my first unguarded moment. Even the information my brother had shared with me earlier hadn't stopped the pathetic hope I unwillingly clung to.
I don't want St. Nic.
Of course you don't, Bad BJ taunted. That is why your gingerbread men have fangs.
I looked down and, sure enough, two dozen little brown cookie people had eyes, noses and two pointy little teeth coming out of their smiling mouths.
"I have lost my mind."
"Meow."
I looked at Duchess, resentful at how agreeing her meow sounded. "At least I don't think the tree is a monster that is trying to steal my soul, you judgmental tart."
Closing my eyes, I counted to ten. Yes. I had just called my cat a tart. Gathering up the fanged cookies, I bit the head off one of them before tossing the rest in the trash and heading to bed.
I had just fallen asleep when I heard the knock at my front door. At first I thought of rolling over and going back to sleep, but remembering the only other time I had received a visitor this late made me get out of bed.
My eyes smarted and I prayed it wouldn't be anyone delivering the same kind of news they had that long-ago morning when my parents had died.
Padding to the living room, I asked through the door, "Who is it?" I was half asleep and worried, not crazy. I lived in a decent neighborhood now, but I hadn't always.
Until I knew who waited on other side of the door, I wasn't opening it.
"Cypriano San Nicolo."
Eyes wide, I looked at Duchess and could have sworn her little kitty mouth formed a moue of surprise as she returned my look. Or maybe she just yawned.
After pulling back the curtains to confirm my visitor's identity, I opened the door and my heart nearly stopped beating as I took in the sight of St. Nic standing on my doorstep.
I guess I had been a good girl this year. Yes, Santa, you rock!
Even though the regular Snippet Saturday participants don't have excerpts up about Pets, please feel free to visit them and read their past snippets. And no, just because I'm the only one with a Pet snippet that does not mean I'm a crazy cat lady.
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Ashley Ladd
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Shelli Stevens
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Shelley Munro
Jody Wallace
Taige Crenshaw
Eliza Gayle
Mari Carr
Elisabeth Naughton
Juliana Stone
Morning Loverlies,Yes, it's snippet Saturday! Snippet Sat...
Morning Loverlies,
Yes, it's snippet Saturday! Snippet Saturday is hosted by the totally kick ass Lauren Dane. Today's theme is pets. You know the furry rascally member of one's family.
My excerpt is from Seducing St. Nic and for those of you who've read it you probably remember Duchess, the real star of the story. What some of you might not know is that Duchess is based upon my own fat boy kitty man Toussaint. And yes, he's just as sassy as Duchess and yes we've argued the way Barbara Jean...
March 29, 2010
Music Monday + WTF? = Rhianna sings about f*cking on a kids show.
Morning Loverlies,
Today's Music Monday is going to be a tad different. Usually I bring you selections I like. Music that makes me happy or kick ass tunes I just discovered. Not today. So let me start with a little background. My bud Island Girl has 3 bratlets all under the age of 9 and like most bratlets they watch Disney and Nick. The other day Nick had it's annual Kid's Choice awards, they had forgotten about it so I DVR'd it for them. The next day Island Girl and I are sitting in the...
March 26, 2010
Snippet Saturday – Fight Scene
Morning Loverlies,
Yes, it's snippet Saturday! Snippet Saturday is hosted by the totally kick ass Lauren Dane. Today's theme is the Fight Scene and today's excerpt is from my upcoming release Reign of Pleasure. Reign of Pleasure is about a disposed queen who's indiscretions have finally caught up with her. In this scene she's rediscovered who she is and the power inside of her that she had forgotten about. This story will be released from Ellora's Cave but I don't have a release date yet...
March 25, 2010
Congrats Kelly!
Morning Loverlies,
Please go congratulate Kelly Gay on her RITA nom! She's up for best first book. I've met Kelly on an author's message board and if she isn't the perfect example of what can/will happen if you don't give up I don't know what else is. Seriously. She's earned this nomination and all the other good things that are coming her way. Congrats Kelly! You more than deserve it!
Edited to add: OMG! She was just nomimated again! Seriously! Go Kelly!
