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He Needs a Name

I love Halloween. And not only becuase it lets my morbid side totally take over and come out and play.

Check out the new love of my life:

Isn't he adorable?! It makes me smile just to look at his cute little bunny face.

What should I name him?

Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Cuteness, Just for Fun, Killer Bunny, Love

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Published on October 28, 2010 13:33

Interviewed by Casey Sheridan

Today I am hanging out with one of my favorite erotic authors Casey Sheridan over on her blog. Come check it out!!

MY FABULOUS INTERVIEW

Filed under: Interview Tagged: Casey Sheridan, Interview, Lisa Fox, Wisdom

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Published on October 27, 2010 13:03

Moonlight and Merlot

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.

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"I'm going to fucking kill him," Zack said again and Phoebe couldn't help but smile despite the pain in her head and the loopy, yucky churning in her belly. This was going to be awesome. She only wished her hangover would go away so that she could enjoy it more.

"But, Zack," she said, clawing at his shirt in an effort to appear helpless. "I don't remember anything. You don't think Nick really…?" She choked out a sob because that felt right.

He gathered her in his arms, drawing her closer, cradling her against him. "What do you remember?" he asked.

She buried her face against his chest to buy herself a second or two to come up with a good response. She didn't want to lie because that would probably only bite her in the ass in the end, but she also did not want to downplay her distress. And she was distressed. This hangover was killing her and she really did want to know what happened last night. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had occurred, something she needed to remember. Something important. It probably had nothing to do with Nick and she didn't actually believe he had done anything to her, he just wasn't that type, but this was too great an opportunity to pass up. She just had to be very, very, very careful how she answered.

"I was having some wine in my room," she began because that was true and as good as place as any to start. "You know, just a glass or two from my father's private reserve to mellow out." She snuggled against him, fully enjoying his warmth. That was one of the best things about Zach, he was like an awesomely big teddy bear.

"And then what?" he asked, stroking her hair. She had to admit, he really had the whole boyfriend thing down. She was glad that he was hers.

"I got a little bored," she told him and then in an instant of inspiration added, "You weren't around and I was all alone." She actually didn't know if he was around or not since she never did try to reach him, but the way his back stiffened told her she had played it right. She briefly wondered what he could have been up to, but she decided to let it go for the moment. She wasn't in the mood to tweak his guilt right now. "So, since it was a really, really nice night, I decided to go for a drive." She winced a bit at that admission, hoping he wouldn't lay into her for driving drunk, but he seemed sufficiently caught up in comforting her so she hurried on. "I got hungry so stopped by the Diner." Here is where it all got real hazy so she thought it was probably best to wrap it all up. "Nick was there and he wasn't very nice to me! And that's all I remember."

"He wasn't nice?" Zach asked. "What did he do?"

Phoebe waved her hand dismissively. "He was just himself."

Zach sighed heavily. "Well, I guess we better go ask him what the hell happened last night."

"Right now?" she asked.

"We might as well," Zack said.

"Excellent," Phoebe said quietly enough that Zach wouldn't hear. She couldn't wait to see Nick's face.

[Until next Tuesday…]

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Check out other great serial stories at TUESDAY SERIAL. There is a lot of really great writing out there!

Filed under: Moonlight and Merlot Tagged: Free Read, Moonlight and Merlot, Paranormal Romance, Romance, Soap Opera, Weekly Serial

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Published on October 26, 2010 13:04

Hot Men Nice Ass Edition, PART II

The much anticipated Part II

Filed under: Hot Men Tagged: Nearly Naked, Nice Ass, Rear View, Sexy, Sexy Men, Tom Stapledon

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Published on October 25, 2010 13:24

Birthday Contest Winner!!

So, I popped everyone's names into the Random.org List Randomizer and the winner is:

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REBECCA GALARDO!!

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Thank you all so much for birthday wishes and for stopping by and sharing all your wonderful present stories with me.

YOU ALL ROCK!!

Filed under: News Tagged: Birthday, Book Giveaway, Contest, Sculpting a Demon, Winner

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Published on October 25, 2010 06:00

Six Sentence Sunday

It is another fantastic Sunday and I have six awesome sentences for you from my novella, Sculpting a Demon.

His mouth moved back up to meet hers, his hands roaming over the curve of her waist, the small of her back, down to the waistband of her jeans. He dipped two fingers behind the zipper and tugged her closer. She smiled as he kissed her, as he slowly unzipped her jeans. His hand glided down her stomach and then over her panties. Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached under the thin material, his fingers teasing her outer lips. "So wet," he murmured, and slipped one, long finger inside her.

Check out the OFFICIAL SITE for all of this week's excerpts

There is still time to enter the It's My Birthday contest and win a copy for your very own! Just stop over here for all the details:

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY – WIN A PRESENT

Filed under: Six Sentence Sunday Tagged: Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance, Sculpting a Demon, Sex, Sex Scene, Sexy, Six Sentence Sunday

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Published on October 24, 2010 05:32

Saturday Video – How to Survive the Zombie Invasion

I am always looking out for y'all and though this video is a few years old, the information will help you survive the coming Zombie Apocalypse.

If you hadn't noticed yet, I am kind of obsessed with zombies.

Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Halloween, Instructional, Saturday Video, Zombies

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Published on October 23, 2010 11:35

Christmas Quickie Official Excerpt

I am so proud to present the official excerpt for my upcoming Quickie from Ellora's Cave titled, Santa's Sleeping Beauty.

An Excerpt From: SANTA'S SLEEPING BEAUTY

Copyright © LISA FOX, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Macy's was a madhouse. Of course it was. It was eleven p.m. on Christmas Eve and every last-minute-shopping, deal-saving-hoping, lazy-slacker procrastinator in New York City was out trying to buy whatever they could, as fast as they could, preferably at a discount.

Jordan blew her long, blonde bangs out of her eyes as she wove her way through the other shoppers toward the cafe. She needed a break. A cup of coffee. A shot of bourbon would be better, but the Bar & Grill was closed, and leaving the store was not an option. If she left, she might not come back, and she really did need to finish her Christmas shopping. There was no way she could show up tomorrow morning at her sister's house a few gifts short.

She let the smells of coffee and cinnamon guide her feet and eventually she came upon the line for the cafe. Jordan shut her eyes and let out a long, weary breath. This was going to take awhile. With nothing better to do, she shifted her weight from foot to aching foot and took a quick peek at the presents she'd already bought to pass the time.

She was still a little bit jealous of the rich, navy cashmere sweater she'd bought for her sister Anne. She thought again about keeping it for herself and getting Anne something else but decided that it wasn't worth the effort. She didn't have time for redos. Besides, Christmas was about giving. She wished she didn't have to keep reminding herself of that.

She moved the sweater aside and fingered the supple leather golf gloves she'd gotten for her sister's husband Mark. They were total quality and she hoped he liked them. Next to them were the Little Mistress Lolly brand jeans she'd risked her life to get for her niece Veronica.

"You're lucky your Auntie Jordan loves you," she muttered under her breath. Physical violence had literally broken out over one of the last remaining pairs in stock, and Jordan had fled the department with her purchase clutched against her chest.

The line inched forward and Jordan groaned, making waving motions with her arms in a futile attempt to make it go faster.

That only left her mother and father. She figured she could get away with some perfume for her mom, but for her dad… Jordan winced inwardly at the thought of shopping for her father. The man was so damn picky, it was a wonder he owned anything. She couldn't even begin to imagine what she might get him.

Finally, thankfully, after an eternity, Jordan had her coffee. She turned from the counter and sighed heavily, seeing nothing but a rolling sea of people and nary an empty seat in the place.

"The fun never ends," she grumbled as she tread through the tables, trying not to hear the screaming children, the frustrated grunts, the whining complaints, the sappy Christmas Muzak.

She roamed the seating area, craning her neck from side to side, trying to find just one unoccupied chair. She didn't care if she had to sit with Hannibal Lecter, just as long as she got to sit down for a minute.

And then she saw it. Off in a far corner, an empty seat. Jordan could almost hear the heavenly choir sing as she traversed the distance, entirely focused on that plastic vision of sublime relief.

The chair appeared to belong to a table where a man sat with his head bowed over a steaming cup of coffee. He wore the lower half of a Santa costume and a white t-shirt. His hat, beard and jacket rested off to the side. A bright red shopping bag sat at his feet. She wondered for an instant if he was the Macy's Santa but quickly realized there was no way they'd let him sit half-dressed in the cafe if he were. He had to be just another tired Santa doing some last-minute shopping.

"Excuse me?" she asked, hovering over him. "Is that seat taken?"

His head came up at the sound of her voice, and Jordan involuntarily gasped. He was gorgeous! Like unbelievably, seen-only-in-magazines gorgeous. Messy dark-brown hair framed his handsome face, and a spark of good-natured humor shone from the depths of his ice-blue eyes. The barest shadow of a beard highlighted the sharp angle of his jaw and outlined his very luscious lips. The t-shirt hugged his arms and fit snuggly against the hard contours of his chest. She knew that Santa Claus should not be inspiring the wicked, wicked thoughts that instantly popped into her head, and yet she couldn't help but gaze at his full lower lip and wonder what his kiss might taste like.