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The Many Faces of "Mother"

Happy Mother's Day


I hope this Mother's Day finds you all in the company of the people you love the most, whether you're a mother or a child.
Today, in honor of all things maternal, I thought I'd do some digging and share some poems and beautiful photographs.
Also, if you leave a comment sharing a special moment between you and your children or a special moment with your mom, you'll be entered in a drawing for a chance to win a copy of my southern romance, Flesh Wounds. 
I chose this book for the giveaway because the heroine, Julia Benson has a wonderful relationship with her incredibly strong mother, Carolyn. She's also one of the few characters in any of my books who actually has parents. 
I hope you will share your own stories and don't forget to leave your email address, so I can send your prize should you win.
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POEM: A Mother's Worth
by: Anonymous

I humbly appraise my mother's worth,It began with pain to give me birth,Which triggered off a love so strong,Blossoming into a life-long bond.
When needed, she was always there,Someone I realized would always care.And the older I got the more I knew,A mother's love sincere and true.
Now as I watch my mother age in years,I'm happy to help and ease her fears.Privileged now to play my part,As she did for me from the very start.
                    * * * * * * * *    Moms and Daughtersby: Anonymous
You can see it in their eyes, in tender hugs and long good-byes,a love that only moms and daughters know.
You can see it in their smiles,through passing years and changing styles, a friendship that continually seems to grow.
You can see it in their lives, the joy each one of them derives, in just knowing that the other one is there...
To care and to understand, lend an ear or hold a hand, and to celebrate the memories they share.
     * * * * * * * * *  You Were Thereby: AnonymousYou were there when we took our first steps,
And went unsteadily across the floor.
You pushed and prodded: encouraged and guided,
Until our steps took us out the door...

You worry now "Are they ok?"
Is there more you could have done?
As we walk the paths of our unknown
You wonder "Where have my children gone?"

Where we are is where you have led us,
With your special love you showed us a way,
To believe in ourselves and the decisions we make.
Taking on the challenge of life day-to-day.

And where we go you can be sure,
In spirit you shall never be alone.
For where you are is what matters most to us,
Because to us that will always be home...

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

Fear & Loathing with Alysha Ellis

I don't often have a chance to turn the reigns of Sealed with a Kiss over to a guest, but occasionally I make an exception.Today is one of those occasions. Please help me welcome, Alysha Ellis as she shares with us her take on the world.
Fear and LoathingWe human beings are a strange bunch. Over the centuries we have seen those who are different and instead of embracing those differences, as a group, we feel threatened. It is a primitive, protective response, stemming from the most basic primal urge to ensure the survival of our genetic material, which of course means the survival of our offspring.Of course we want our children to live long and prosper...oh wait...that’s Star Trek! But you know what I mean. The only problem with this is that sometimes that desire gets confused and we act inappropriately maybe because our knowledge and command of the world has grown at a faster pace than our limbic brains can keep up with.It would have made sense, way back at the dawn of human civilization to be very wary of strangers approaching you. In a violent age, where the strong overwhelmed the weak, outsiders could attack you or your extended family. Our ancestors knew if someone looked different, then they had a different set of genes, genes that would compete for dominance. In the fight for survival, fear was a useful factor because it primed us for the fight or flight reaction.  And we all know that fear can become linked to hatred and disgust...just ask me about how I react to snakes and spiders!Like so many of our primitive responses, this fear of the unknown can be pretty out of place in the modern world. I could cite some of the more serious social issues, but I think I can make my point better by looking at just two.The first group comprise ten percent of the population by most counts. Throughout history they have been shunned and reviled in spite of there being strong evidence to suggest that those who belong to this ten per cent are born that way.  The French, Dutch, Portuguese, Arabic and English languages all contain derogatory terms that indicate members of this group are inspired by the devil. They have been described as sinful, burned at the stake and subject to cruel processes to turn them from their evil ways and restore them to normality.Yep! I am talking about left-handers. Sinister, gauche, having two left feet, all derogatory terms for left handedness. It is no coincidence that right means correct. Lefties  weren’t like the rest of us so we attacked them.Another example of fear and loathing that I have only encountered in recent years is the vilification of red-heads. Suddenly it is so bad to be a ginger that people feel free to abuse them in the street.So what has this to do with today’s blog, you may ask. Like many writers of fantasy and science-fiction, I am fascinated by the way we marginalize some groups. We writers get to explore the idea in abstract, creating a class of beings which we then torture for your entertainment. We create shape-shifters, vampires, aliens and otherkin. Then, nasty, manipulative things that we are, we make you sympathise with them, show you their basic goodness and proceed to give them a very, very hard time. If we’re doing our job right, readers see the injustice.In my newest book, Warrior’s Apprentice, I have created a human-like race who dwell in the Underworld of Earth. Naturally, I have also created an enemy. What is a story without conflict, after all? In the book I explore the ways we are driven by fear--fear of sexuality, fear of strangers and fear of one’s own nature and fear of emotional intensity.
Combat-hardened Dvallin warrior Tybor has no room in his life for softness or sentiment. His job is to train the soldiers who stand between his people and destruction. He instantly despises Huon, his newest recruit, dismissing him as weak.But Huon is determined to prove his worth. He accepts all the challenges Tybor throws at him, passing every test, until Tybor finds himself waging his own battle against his growing attraction to his apprentice warrior.When Tybor discovers Huon is to be sent on a suicide mission to the human world, to infiltrate and destroy enemy headquarters by seducing Judie, the enemy’s weapons expert, he cannot let him go alone.The ménage-a-trois seduction works as planned but Tybor is threatened by the emotions their passionate relationship triggers. He tries to deny the feelings Judie and Huon arouse in him while they flee their pursuers in a deadly race for survival.To have a hope for the future, the master must bury his old prejudices and let himself learn from the warrior’s apprentice. Only when we see our fears for what they are can we rise to our true greatness.                          Warrior’s Apprentice Alysha Ellis May 23rdEllora’s Cave

Stop by and meet author, A. S. Fenichel

I love having southern authors as guests on my blog... even if they are a transplant. No offense to my northern neighbors, I lurves y'all, too. Today, A.S. Fenichel is here and this is her first visit so no one is allowed to bite her... yet.  I met A.S. through my local RWA chapter, though I haven't had the pleasure of getting all up in her business just yet. (Not that I EVER get up in anyone's business!) ;-)Here's what I do know: A.S. Fenichel adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story. Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey. She now lives in the southwest with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When she is not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history and puttering in her garden.Let's take a look at her new release, Mayan Craving !!
Surviving the End of Days was only the beginning of the journey for Nancy. After years of searching, she’s finally found her missing sister, but when she attempts to rescue Robyn, she enters her worst nightmare. Captured by demons and about to be sacrificed, Asher is her unexpected hero. Asher’s kindness and bravery arouse her lust, and leave her wanting much more than just his friendship.Asher has been in love with Nancy since he first laid eyes on her, but her infatuation with another man always left him standing in the background. Her sudden craving for him couldn’t turn him on more. He can’t help finding rapture with Nancy, but the attraction could only be fleeting.While danger and passion pull them together, doubt may rip them apart. They’ll need more than a carnal connection if they’re to survive.
We may not be able to get all up in A.S.'s business, but we will darn sure get up close and personal with this excerpt from, MAYAN CRAVING!!The Following scene is from chapter two of Mayan Craving. Asher Dove rescued Nancy from a demon sacrifice. They found a safe place to sleep and Nancy wakes up next to Asher. It was still dark when she woke up with her mouth half an inch from Asher’s neck. Sometime during the night, she must have rolled over. His arm casually rested over her hip. His masculine scent filled her with a sense of security that she hadn’t felt in years. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes to fully appreciate the aroma. Her body tingled with excitement and her pussy moistened with anticipation. Unexpectedly, her friend seemed like exactly what she needed. He didn’t feel like her brother or a platonic friend. He felt like the man who had come after her and saved her from death. A man who, even after she’d hurt his feelings, had taken care of her injuries and held her so she could get past the demons to sleep. She began to wonder why she hadn’t seen Asher like this before. Tentatively, she leaned toward him, pressing her lips to his neck. He didn’t move. She opened her mouth just slightly and kissed him just below his ear, before kissing his jaw where days of stubble had grown. The friction of his beard against her soft cheek intrigued her so that she rubbed against his face like a cat and might have purred.She didn’t know when he had awoken, but as she reached his lips, his hungry mouth caressed hers and his tongue plunged inside. He tasted so good she moaned deep in her throat. Her nipples tightened against his hard chest, and even through their clothes, the sensation created an ache between her legs. His hand gripped her hair, holding the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Then he stopped. His breathing came rough and deep, matching hers. Leaning his forehead on hers, he asked, “Do you know what you’re doing, Nancy?”“I’m kissing you.”“Asher,” he said. “You’re kissing Asher. I’m not Ian.”“I know who you are.”His eyes stared directly into hers. “Say my name.”“Asher,” she whispered.His eyes closed at the sound of his name, and she wondered what he was thinking. He looked so blissful. Then his eyes opened, and she saw his doubt return. “Why are you doing this?” he asked.His question took her by surprise and she backed away just enough to really look at him. “Why do you have to ask so many questions?” Her chest began to tighten, and not with the arousal of a moment before. “Because if we go any further, this will mean something to me, and if it doesn’t mean anything to you, I don’t want it.”His words were so vulnerable, she almost got out of the bed. He was exposed and it made her uncomfortable. His willingness to show weakness both honored and frightened her, but in spite of her sympathy for him, she could feel her anger building. “Why would you think it wouldn’t mean anything to me? Have you known me to go around offering myself to a lot of men?” “No, but you’ve been through a lot. I rescued you and I don’t want you to think you owe me anything. Certainly not sex,” he said defensively. She relaxed. He was protecting himself, not insulting her. That, she could understand. Self-preservation, be it physical or emotional, was how she lived everyday since the End of Days. “I woke up and I wanted you. Why does it have to be more complicated than that, Asher?”He smiled in that crooked way he had. “If it’s really me you want, it’s not complicated at all.”His face was downcast and his long hair obscured his eyes. She brushed it aside and he looked up. “It’s you, Asher,” she said, so softly she didn’t think he’d heard her. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. 




Buy Link http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10057-mayan-craving.aspx Here are the links to me on Amazon and BN where it will be released very soon. http://www.amazon.com/A.S.-Fenichel/e/B007W5VEXI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/a.s.-fenichel Other LinksWeb Site: http://www.asfenichel.comBlog: http://www.asfenichel.com/Blog--Mayan-Mentions.htmlFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/A.S.FenichelTwitter: https://twitter.com/#!/asfenichel

Introducing Tyler Robbins & "Beyond Honor"!

Welcome everyone!
      I have a feeling this is going to be a super fun day! 
      Some of you may have already heard this story, so please bear with me while I indulge in a little shameless self-promotion. 
      Recently, I was approached by some friends, Jeff and Charlene W., who had a wonderful idea about a story dealing with the military's repeal of the "Don't ask, Don't tell," policy. 
      Having never been in the military myself, I wasn't sure I could pull it off, but with a lot of help from Jeff, hopefully I've avoided making a fool of myself too badly. 
      Also taking into consideration I have never been a gay man, I still had my work cut out for me. 
      So, I did the only thing left to do and dove head first into tons and tons of research, which if I am quite honest, was probably more fun than it should have been! 
      A few weeks later, I had fallen hopelessly in love with two of the greatest men ever to be found between the pages of a book. Unfortunately, neither would ever love me in return. 
      I didn't hold a grudge though. 
     Why? Because as hard as it was to admit, Michael and Jared only had eyes for each other...
   

Army Medic, Private Michael Crest, is quite content in his life with the exception of one thing—he’s in need of a good man and has his sights set on another medic, Specialist Jared Prophet.The problem? Jared’s in deep denial about his sexuality.After an unexpected, erotic exchange, Jared decides his only recourse is to distance himself from Michael and plans a trip to his family’s lake-house with friends, which would have worked, if one of his friends hadn’t invited Michael to tag along.As a tropical storm hits the Texas Gulf Coast, the two men give into unbridled passion. But more than the weather gets rough when the storm passes and Jared learns his parents are among the missing.Can the lovers endure the fallout or will unearthed truths prove more devastating than any natural disaster? After all, just because they aren’t gonna ask, doesn’t mean they want you to tell…
You'll have your chance to get to know Jared and Michael, just as well as I do, when Beyond Honor releases in June. In the meantime, maybe you will take some time to get to know, Tyler Robbins... I hear she's an awesome lady! Check out Tyler's blog and spread the word. She's gonna need just as much attention as Robin! 
IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN OVER TO  EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING,  THERE'S NO BETTER TIME THAN NOW!! http://www.evernightpublishing.com/tyler-robbins/

Author Storm Savage dishes about life, writing and rock-n-roll!!!

Hello boys and girls!! I am sooooo happy to be here today and even happier about who's here with me!! Storm Savage, meet my peeps!! Peeps, meet Storm Savage!! We're going to treat this awesome lady with kid gloves today because she's a little shy...hard to believe someone who would hang out with me is shy? Stranger things have happened, right? Don't worry, Storm, we won't bite....hard! Ha!Let's get to know her a little better, shall we?
Storm is happily married and shares a deep love for animals with her husband. She had seven canine companions for over ten years, but now only two of the original pack remains. Her love for dogs sometimes finds its way into her fiction novels and she also penned a non-fiction book about all of her beloved friends, titled Rainbows Hearts and Puppy Tales for Divine Destinies.She lives in the country, but prefers urban life and dreams of living near the ocean. Her favorite food is pizza, favorite beverage is Pepsi and favorite snack is Cheetos. However, she doesn't overdo it with those high calorie foods. Typically she eats chicken, broccoli salad and fruit smoothies.An avid reader and manic writer, she burns the midnight oil until sunrise when the muse is strong. She hopes to have a Kindle Fire one day. Spending hours at her desk working on novels, she believes an Ebook would be awesome so she could sit back and relax in her chair while reading a good book.Her passions in life are music, writing, dance and food. Her loves are animals, her husband and her daughter and baby granddaughter. She dreams of meeting Rick Savage who inspired her first novel years ago. And she believes she'll meet Booker one day because she feels he's out there somewhere and will ride into her life at the perfect time.

Hmmm, I can't wait to meet your Booker, too! I bet we'll meet him before this post is through! LOL!
Storm, what has been your biggest influence on becoming a writer? The need to escape. I started writing short stories in grade school then graduated to novel length fantasy stories as a teenager. I found great comfort in those worlds when everything around me was very out of control. I used to place myself in fabulous settings--winning the Triple Crown, singing in famous Rock bands--those were my favorite escapisms. Now I tend to write my real life struggles into fiction where I can control the outcome.
How do you categorize yourself: pantser or plotter?Pantser--I never plot. I create characters, give them my initial idea and they do the rest.
What makes a book great in your eyes?Action and good writing, the writing doesn't have to be perfect if the story is great. My peeve is endless description. Nothing makes me drop a book faster than when authors go into blocks of description. Show me the action and I'm hooked. I also get ticked if the writer doesn't show me what the characters look like. I need a little visual. Great book--action, brief character description and a fresh hook!
What is the biggest piece of your advice you can give a beginning writer? Don't copy another author, it will show. Be true to yourself and write what you know. Write from your heart and follow the characters, never force the story. If it doesn't flow, walk away and wait for the muse to lead you.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?Chocolate pudding--I cannot stop eating chocolate pudding if it's in the house.
Mmm, love me some chocolate pudding!! What influences your writing? And why? My healthy sex drive, LOL. Writing hot romance helps me unwind after a stressful day which has also helps my marriage. Hey, after twenty-five years, you do what it takes to keep the flames alive. Part of that magic involves shutting the outside world out and coming together in a special way. Also, my desire for justice. I get very upset when bad things happen and evil people go unpunished.  I take my need for justice into all of my books. Zoe has become my alter-ego and goes with me in real life situations to give me courage. She inspired more strong characters. Every book I write features strong heroines who rise above their fears and deliver proper retribution to the evil ones. So there you have it, sex and justice…sounds like a good name for a movie.
Name one thing readers don’t know about you.I write more than vampire stories so stay tuned because I have some great new stories on the way.
What are you working on now?Book seven in Night Angels. I took a break from the series to write several other books which will be released through Extasy Books. I wasn't sure if there would be another Night Angels, but Zoe doesn't seem to be done yet.
Who is your favorite all-time author?Whoever wrote Star Wars--the saga is nothing less than genius.
Are love scenes easy/difficult to write? Easy as devouring a huge bowl of chocolate pudding!
Do you write in one genre or several different ones? And why?I typically write in Romance but with several sub-genres. As of now most readers may think I only write vampires. They will be pleasantly surprised when my future releases come out. One I am especially fond of is Tangled in Chains--a ménage that takes a wicked turn. The hero is smoking hot! Dream Weaver is another paranormal that is very unique with extremely steamy sex and a cool twist. I've done one non-fiction work, Rainbows Hearts and Puppy Tales. I can basically write anything except Sci-Fi. I prefer to write in more than one genre because I don't want boxed in or labeled.
If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? Easy! Alone on a tropical Island with the bass player from Def Leppard and (note I said "and") the lead singer from Steelheart…now that would be paradise!
How do you deal with the dreaded writer’s block?I wait. No use forcing myself to write if the characters aren't active. They always come back to me and never let me down, so I simply wait for them to start talking again. They usually call to me in the shower, while driving alone or mostly in the twilight zone before I fall asleep. They speak clearest when I am alone with them. I keep my cell phone at my bedside so I can save those fuzzy ideas into a text before I lose them.
Do you have another career besides writing? What is it? I had one but it got snuffed out at an early age. Writing has always been a way of life to me so I've never considered it a career. I do take my books seriously though. I work hard to put out my best for my readers and my publisher. I have scrapped full length novels if they don’t meet my standards. I don't want people to read anything less than my best. I never sent my kids out looking less than spotless. I apply the same effort to my writing.
What’s your biggest reward in being a writer?Positive reader feedback, there is nothing better.
To date, which is your favorite story? Which one did you have the most fun writing?Hm, I'd have to say Vampire Vengeance. It's hard to choose between that one and Tangled in Chains but I'd have to say that my relationship with Booker is so powerful--we had a blast doing that story which is currently seven books strong. Booker had been bugging me for six years to do his story his way. He's a very dynamic hero and hard to hold back. So I turned him loose and he took me for one hell of a ride!
How do you go about developing your characters and setting? I pick a name that speaks to me. I use the baby names site a lot. Then I choose a description--sometimes I just look at a picture of my favorite men or simply make one up such as I did with Booker, he simply popped into my head. My heroes must have long hair and carry the "cool-factor" as I call it. I love sexy hot bikers and rock stars. I visualize a woman and whatever setting strikes my fancy at the time. I gravitate toward oceans and posh hotels. Once I set the basics on the page, the characters do the rest. It just happens. I never know where we will end up or who else will come onto the scene. It's like magic and gets me every time.
If you had the opportunity to say one thing to your readers, what would that be?Thank you for reading my books, I have much more coming your way.
*Whipped Cream, Strawberry Sauce or Chocolate Syrup?Whipped Cream…though Shook does enjoy licking Chocolate Syrup off Sapphire in Tangled in Chains…I prefer Whipped Cream but for some reason the men wanted chocolate.
*What is the craziest/sexiest thing you have ever done in public? LOL. That's a long list. I'll go with sexiest. I played Janet in a live theater cast for The Rocky Horror Picture Show. If you know the movie then you are familiar with the Floor Show costumes and the dance. Not to mention her other not-so-modest scenes. Our group was featured on the TV show 60 Minutes and the camera man did a straight shot up my short pink dress during the Time Warp! I took some ribbing over that but it was fun, very fun.
Now let's take a look at what Storm has brought with her!!!  Three men after one woman—each with their own agenda. When Zoe is taken hostage by her ex-husband and his hired muscle, she discovers the shocking truth about her rock star fiancé. Her struggle to protect the identity of her covert, vigilante biker group encounters severe complications. One man seeks to exploit Night Brigade, while the other offers them immortality. Zoe must convince her female comrades to take the plunge into the dark world of vampirism to ensure their survival. Can she trust one man enough to lead the way?
Excerpt:“Why have we stopped here?” Paige asked, when they pulled into a wooded area.Zoe didn’t reply. Instead she slid off her bike and walked straight toward Booker who sat casually on his parked Harley, watching her with cool eyes. He swung one leg over the seat to face her as she approached. She moved between his outstretched legs and his powerful arms moved up her back. Their eyes met for a hot, silent exchange. Clutching handfuls of his thick hair, she swept it to one side, baring his strong neck for Paige to see seconds before Zoe sunk her teeth into his flesh. Booker groaned. His hands dropped to her hips, pulling her tight against him. His huge erection strained against the worn denim, making her ache to bed him. However, the urgent craving for his blood deluged her. Greedily she sucked. With each tug from her hungry mouth, his arousal rose as indicated by his physical response—sweat beaded skin—taut muscles—and feral groans rumbling in his broad chest.After slaking her lust for his blood, she drew back slightly to brush her lips over his. He brazenly licked the excess blood away.Bare your neck for me, my love.His silent command penetrated her thoughts.With pleasure, she pulled her tangled mane aside, again to tease Paige. She delighted in Booker’s commanding gentleness—fierce yet always tender with her. He pushed to his feet, towering over her with pure, masculine brawn. Clinging to his protective embrace, she welcomed the sting of his bite followed by an intense rush of heat that coursed through her body.“Ah…yeah…” She sighed as euphoria claimed her.He exhibited greater control than she had—leisurely caressing her skin with his lips while intermittently sucking at the wound—taking very little blood. The tantalizing manner in which he delivered his bite was indescribable. Zoe drew a sharp breath as her body defied her, climaxing in immediate blissful release.“Ohh…” Her breathing lapsed into jagged breaths as she clung to him.Booker lifted his head. She could barely hold her eyes open while gazing up at him.“You’re surrender to me is oh so sweet,” he purred.In the next moment, his mouth covered hers. Deliciously exploring and showering her with love. Zoe felt breathless when he eased away. They both turned toward Rider—agony shadowed his face. Then Booker gave Rider a nod to join them, which surprised her yet in some inexplicable way she understood. Deep in her subconscious, Zoe felt a spiritual connection between the two men which she assumed existed by drinking the same blood. A commanding desire to ease Rider’s anguish flooded her, as if Booker had infiltrated her soul with his will. She didn’t say a word as Rider approached and stood over her with Booker—nor did she feel a hint of objection. Quite the opposite, Booker’s silent request to include Rider thrilled her.Could anything be more titillating than having two gorgeous vampires sucking my neck? I doubt it!“You are and will always be queen of our clan,” Booker said in a seductively soft voice. “Will you ease his suffering tonight?”“Gladly.” She smiled up at both men.Booker gathered her hair in one hand and held it back, then began kissing and sucking the side of her neck opposite of where he’d bitten her. Rider placed one arm about her waist, then leaned in gently to feed on the fresh wound. Zoe couldn’t help but tremble with two sensual immortals raining passion over her—one feeding, the other kissing and nibbling at her neck—both creating staggering pleasure. She slid a hand into each of their silken manes, holding them affectionately as they slaked their urgent need.Rider groaned and tightened his embrace, openly relieved by her gift. Booker had his arms around her, too. Her senses reeled and she felt that peculiar feeling of soaring above the clouds again. At one point, Booker covered her mouth with his in a passionate kiss. Then his lips worked their way down her neck to allow Rider the privilege of indulging in a kiss. He placed a grateful kiss on her lips when he’d taken only enough blood to satisfy his urgent craving. The spark from Rider’s kiss took her by surprise. Nevertheless, she yielded to it as everything between the three of them felt amazingly natural. She returned his kiss, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue, all the while with one arm curled around each man’s neck.“I could so easily make love to you, Zoe.” His sensually spoken profession sparked an ache between her legs. She stared into Rider’s dark, alluring gaze. Don’t worry, my love, I trust him. Booker’s thoughts entered her mind as if he’d said them aloud. Just go with it.
And go with it we shall!! All the way to Storm's publisher... eXtasy Books and her webiste!!Thank you so much, Storm!! Please come back anytime!!
Links:ExtasyBooks -   http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product%2Fauthor&author_id=942
Website - http://nightbrigade.wetpaint.com/

Welcome Spotlight Author, Melisse Aires!!!

I hope everyone has recovered from the festivities of Easter Weekend! 
We had a blast here on Sealed with a Kiss and my three winners, Kaylyn, Crissy and Kristina have all been notified and are enjoying their prizes!!
Thanks so much to everyone for participating in the Easter Blog Hop. 
The next one is just around the corner for the Fourth of July!!! So keep an eye out for that. 
Today, we are back to business and up to something good... really good. 
Please help me welcome author, Melisse Aires!! Sit back, grab a cool drink and let's get this show on the road!!
They're all yours Melisse!!!


 I'm thrilled to announce the release of Refugees On Urloon!It can be purchased at these e-tailers:
Amazon* Fictionwise*  ARe*  Some tags for this romance:*Older couple*Friends to Lover*A spaceship captain and a supply clerk*Exotic Waterworld 
Blurb 
Two weary refugees, two moons and a life-changing fertility festival. Watch out for a whole lot of sensuality. Under normal circumstances, Svana, non-military maintenance crew, and Captain Liam Ringel, a highly respected military instructor, would never have crossed paths. A sudden anomaly, however, thrusts them into deep space where they are rescued by the inhabitants of an exotic and isolated waterworld, Urloon. With no rescue forthcoming, the refugees can choose between adapting to the sea or farming the land. Svana is saddened when her budding friendship with Liam changes due to their different choices. However, when they are invited to an alien fertility festival, the Moonfest, they are given the opportunity to create a memory that will impact and intertwine both their futures. WARNING: Alien fertility festival, aurora lights, dancing alien beasts, body paints and hot pheromones. M/F Sensual.
Excerpt: 

"We are lost?" Lost in deep space. A death sentence."Think so. We'll know more when the computers come back online."The news was not good and did not get better after the computers came back on. They were deep in uncharted space, and there was no way to know if the jumpstream that had dumped them here would return them to Confederated system space. Though they tried around the clock, they were unable to communicate with anyone. Their small damaged ship was truly alone. They had enough supplies to last for perhaps sixty days. After that, the ship's fuel would be gone, and they would die in deep space.Captain Ringel wouldn't let them give up. They continued with repairs and communication but the mood was quiet, with bursts of anger.The crew was so young. Svana mourned for their lost futures, and for her own daughter, so far away, whom she would never see again. Many nights, Svana held a weeping young one in her arms, giving what comfort she could.Going about rote chores in her supply room, Svana heard a shout from her open com. She climbed the ladder as fast as she could. The entire bridge was in a shouting, laughing uproar.Their distress signal had reached someone. Captain Ringel was talking to the contact in the small conference room. Svana waited with the crew for him to come out, hoping for good news, for a future."Urloon. It reached a planet called Urloon," Lu, one of the junior engineers, said."Isn't that a First World Planet? I remember learning something about Urloon in first school," another crew member said.A com tech's finger glided over the com board. "Yes. Urloon. Settled by first wave Terran settlers but was left isolated for centuries while Terra fought the Terran Civil War. Water… Wow! Water-adapted humans live in domes in the warm seas. They adapted themselves at the DNA level to bare young already adapted to the sea."Captain Ringel came back onto the crowded bridge and his smile was blinding. "Urloon, a former Terran colony out on the Rim, is sending a rescue ship. They will be here within twelve days."There were twenty days left of life support. The crew erupted into joyous shouts, leaping and laughing so the floor shook. In the tumult Captain Ringel's gaze caught her own. He nodded slightly, and Svana knew it was an acknowledgment of the work they had done together.
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Welcome Ash Krafton and her first novel-length fantasy, Bleeding Hearts!!

Welcome everyone!
I am so pleased to welcome Ash Krafton as she shares with us, her new release, "Bleeding Hearts". Author Ash Krafton leads a double life: when she's notwriting about vampires and oracles, she's either busy saving the world at herday job or basking in the adoration of her family in her role of DomesticGoddess. Either way, she spends a lot of time, sitting around and making thingsup. BLEEDING HEARTS: BOOK ONE OF THE DEMIMONDE is her first novel-lengthfantasy. 
Savingthe world one damned person at a time—shy advice columnist-turned-oracle mustfind a way to save her dangerous demivampire lover from the fate that threatenseach of his race: evolution and the destruction of his soul. Whenadvice columnist Sophie meets dark and alluring Marek, she learns life-changingsecrets about them both—he's a demivampire struggling to avoid evolution andshe's an empathic oracle destined to save him. Sophie possesses the rareability to reduce the spiritual damage that causes a demivamp to Fall, makingher the only thing that stands between a DV and evolution. However, as Marek'sdangerous past propels him toward his desperate fate, his enemies make darkerplans for him: once vampire, powerful Marek would be second only to the Masterhimself. The vamps want to cause Marek's Fall and they intend to use Sophie todo it.... BLEEDING HEARTS will be released March15, 2012 through Pink Narcissus Press.
Let's dig in a little deeper to this story and see what we find: Excerpt:
"I don't know if I cando this." I bit my lip. Maybe one more deep breath would help.Marek chortled, a deepmuted sound. "Yes, you can."We stood in front of themain doors of the Federal Archives building downtown. Its outside was sheetedin bluish mirrored glass that reflected back traffic and building and sky.Inside was a courtroom full of DV councilors who waited to evaluate me and mySophia-ness. Streams of busy people flowed past, paying no mind to the two ofus standing in the middle of the sidewalk and talking to each other'sreflections in the glass.Earlier Marek hadannounced that he'd met with members of the DV council. They were enthusiasticand wanted to meet me immediately. It didn't leave me much time to prepare.Prepare for what, anyway?It wasn't like I could've bought a Sophia SAT prep course book and crammed. Ihad no idea what they expected from me.On the car ride over,Marek had shared information. For once. "We haven't had a Sophia here in overthree centuries. There are rumors of one in Eastern Asia somewhere, and atleast two in Europe. DV tend to guard them jealously."He glanced over at me, agrin almost tugging the corners of his mouth. Marek tended to guard mejealously so at least he acknowledged the coincidence. "The trouble is thatSophias manifest where they are most needed. They can travel but they seemreluctant to do so."I could relate. I'velived in maybe three zip-codes my whole life. "So the only way the DV here inthe States can get a Sophia is if they find a homegrown one?""Yes.""So, today's prettyimportant?""Pretty much," headmitted.Gah. More pressureplease, I wasn't quite split in twain by my nerves yet.I took yet another adeep breath, while Marek slid the car into a spot that just somehow opened upright in front of our destination. He didn't look smug but I bet he was,anyways.Now we stood in front ofthe blue-mirrored building and I wished I could just stay out here on thesidewalk with my reflection. We were happy out here. "Okay, then." I straightenedmy shoulders and tried to look confident. "We have to do this right now beforeI lose my nerve.""You have nothing toworry about. They're just people. Why are you nervous?"Truth? I didn't want tolet him down. Something had come over him since he got this big Sophia thingidea in his head. His power had changed in the slightest of ways. It had lostsome of its desperation, its doomed oppressiveness.In short, Marek hadlightened up, just a bit. I loved him either way but, I have to admit, this waywas easier. I didn't want to burst his happy bubble."What if they're scary?What if they call me a fake and flatten me with mean blasts of you suck? I'm not sure I can do this."He reached for my handand squeezed, sending a sweet throb of encouragement. I loved the way hereached into my brain and tapped the endorphins. "We are going to talk. That'sall. They'll see what makes you special. Just be yourself. Act naturally.""No way. If I'm going todo this, I need to act like a Sophia.""You already do." Hegave my hand another squeeze before letting go to open the door.I wished the walls weremirrored so I could appraise my appearance one last time on the way down thehall. I rubbed a finger across my front teeth and Marek laughed. "Relax. Youlook fine.""I need to look wise."We took a rear staircase up a floor to a mezzanine where he card-swiped thelock.  The door opened into a shorthallway that led to a large set of double doors. "So, how long has it beensince the last American Sophia?""Seventeenth century.New England." He hesitated. "She was a midwife from Massachusetts."Maybe he was nervous,too. "Babies are nice. And she was technically a medical professional. So, thisSophia was loved and respected and, after living happily ever after, she passedon without a successor and you've all been alone ever since?"Marek squirmed. Okay, heflicked his eyes away. For him, that was squirming. "We can talk about thislater.""No, we can talk aboutit now," I said almost sweetly. My Sophia-senses, or whatever he'd call them,were tingling. "You're hiding something, I can feel it. Spill.""Fine. Her abilitiesmade some humans suspicious, even though she was an exemplary citizen who wasgreatly loved and respected by all who knew her. Humans don't remember suchthings when hysteria strikes. She was persecuted during the Salem witch trialsand executed in 1692. Oh, look, we're here." At the word executed, my legs locked and I froze. Hedragged me the last few steps to the massive doors and pushed me through thesame way I often shoved my cat into the bedroom.A moment later I forgotall about it because when the door closed behind us, I experienced what it musthave been like for an early Christian to find herself in a Roman coliseum. Thedoors boomed shut with a sound notunlike the crack of doom.If this was a courtroom,then I'm friggin' Judge Judy. This was anamphitheater.

GIVEAWAY:Thanks forhaving me, Robin! To show myappreciation, I'd like to give one of our readers achance to win an ebook copy of BLEEDING HEARTS. Just leave a comment for us andyou'll be entered to win.I'd alsolike to let everyone know that the BleedingHearts Blog Tour will continue until April 14, 2012. 

Be sure to check out the other stops along the tour forother posts about Bleeding Hearts and besure to enter the huge end-of-tour prize package.Goodluck to everyone who enters and thanks for celebrating my new book with me!
 Thanks so much for hanging out with us, Ash!! Bleeding Hearts is an awesome read and we can't wait for you to share more of the series as they release. Come back anytime! Ash Krafton can be found just about everywhere!! www.facebook.com/AshKraftonAuthor www.twitter.com/ashkrafton www.ashkrafton.com www.ash-krafton.blogspot.com www.goodreads.com/ash_krafton
Be sure to check out this review of Bleeding Hearts, too!!Ash's first ARC review: http://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-9829913-6-7 

Lights, Camera & Cover Model Ashalee Vita

If you've read a great deal of romance novels, chances are you've picked up a book with Ashalee Vita's beautiful face, daring curves and electrifying sex appeal blessing the cover. I count myself lucky to be one of those authors whose heroine is aptly represented by Ashalee. 
Well today, Ashalee is here and she sure is shining in the spotlight... a place I'm sure she finds quite comfortable. 

I wasthrilled Ashalee agreed to come hang out with us. The entire idea was a spur ofthe moment thing, brought up while several of my Facebook friends discussed astatus update I'd posted last week about the right boys missing the right girls who are more often than not, right in front of them. It becameapparent that men are compeletely clueless. New flash,right?
Ashalee, who is also one of my friends on Facebook, happened to chime in as well and the thought occurred to me, "Wait a minute. This happens to her ? A gorgeous model? The actual model who portrays one of my own dynamic heroines, Julia Benson on the cover of "Flesh Wounds?"Okay, so it was kind of shallow of me to think that, and trust me, the shallow end isn't a place I want to spend a lot of time... not with these thighs!It then came to me... (I was on a roll with epiphanies that day)... we, aswomen, have certain preconceived notions regarding other women, especially whenit comes to women who have been blessed with exceptional beauty. Those notions aren't really fair and fortunately, most of us shed the initial negative thoughts that accompany first impressions. That is,of course, after we get past the whole, "I'd like to choke her," part.Well, thank goodness I didn't choke Ashalee. She's far too much fun not to have around. And since she's here, let's get to know her a little better, shall we? 
Tell us, Ashalee, where are you from? Cincinnati, Ohio.       How long have you been a model? Since2006
What first led you to this career choice? Eversince I was a little girl, I've beentold I have a voice for TV and the looks of a model. My mother always told me I was a Star.
I think your mom was right. You're certainly well on your way to stardom. 
What do your family/friends think aboutyour photos, especially those yummy poses with sexy male models? They'revery supportive
That's always a good thing. Having seen a lot of your photos, what do you think about those compromisingpositions you've been photographed in? It's all business and that'sthe way I look at it, It's my job.
Looking at it that way must do a lot to calm the nerves. It's easy for us to see how attractive you are, but do you see yourself as beautiful and sexyas the rest of the world may see you? Most days, but we all have ourups and downs.
Click cover to buy on AmazonThat we do.Tell us, Ashalee, what was the first thing you thought whenyou first saw yourself on the cover of a romance novel? May we ask the name of the book? I'manother step closer to my goals.  "Sensual Pleasures" by Jodi Olson
Have we seen your lovely face anywhere otherthan book covers? I've landed several big gigs and have more tocome.
That's fantastic. So, is modeling as "romantic" and "exciting" asit looks? Nothing romantic, but exciting, yes. I love being in front ofthe camera.
We can tell. I've seen some poses that look as though themodels are playing twister. How do you keep all your "bits and pieces" whereyou need them while shooting sensual photos? Otherindividuals on set.
Ahh! Come to think of it, I recall noticing some of your counterparts hands and arms strategically placed, so I can see how that hides those parts when nudity isn't needed. As one of those popular models gracing somany romance novel covers, do you picture yourself as the heroine the wayauthors and readers may? I think so but haven't reached all of mygoals.
Hold onto your hats boys and girls, we're gonna move on to more personal question….

Ashalee can you share with us what dating is like for a model? It'shard to find a man secure enough about himself to overcome jealousy while othermen are shooting romantic images with me. The Majority of men I've dated have ahard time with this line of work.
I can imagine the little green monster rears it's ugly head quite often. Do you think men find you intimidating or perhaps assume you're unavailable because you're a model?Intimidating when they first meet me, but after getting to know me they say that my looks and personality do not match.
Do you find it difficult to judge whether aman sees you for who you really are, or do you wonder if some men are into youfor the wrong reasons? Do you think your career and fame plays a big part inthat? I do, I can usually distinguish between the two.
As I mentioned before, some friends and I had adiscussion about boys not seeing the perfect girl standing right in front ofthem. Has that ever happened to you? If so, what did or can you do about it?  Yes, Ive tried proving myself, but still haveyet to accomplish that.
I sincerely hope the next time it happens that you will not only snag the right guys attention, but that you keep it. Speaking of  Mr. Right, what's your idea of the perfect man? Onethat loves me for who I am.
That's very important. Okay, so if Mr. Right were to happen along, what's your idea of the perfect date? Dinner,then home for a movie with lots of cuddle time.
Ahh, sweet and simple. I like the way you think. What's one thing a man can do to make youfeel sexy? Compliment me in the morning J
Ha! You and me both, honey. Bed head is sexy as hell!! What's the easiest way for a man to pissyou off? Being selfish.
I totally understand that. What are your plans for the future? Do yousee yourself getting married? Having kids? I do hope to be marriedin the future with two beautiful children.
I wish you lost of luck with that. I have a feeling you'll get what you want when the time is right. If you could offer advice to young womenabout the way they view themselves, what would you say? Loveyourself and be who you are, the rest will fall into place.
Advice I'm sure my teen daughters will love to hear. If you could talk directly to those men outthere who are "missing the forest for the trees", what would you say? Neverpass up a good thing and don't let another man make your women happy.
Amen, sister!!If you had one shot to tell the guy of yourdreams how you feel, what would you say? Oh, Paul Walker. I wouldfirst ask him if he were single. If not, I'd ask if he believed in affairs.
Okay, REALLY personal now…Whipped cream, chocolate syrup orstrawberry sauce?? Strawberry Sauce
Yumm!! What's the craziest thing you've ever donein public? GOT IT ON!!!!!  At the beach, on the stairs of the lifeguard shack, and I would do it again.
I knew you would fit right in here with us, Ashalee!!Tell us something else. What's the ONE word you'd say bestdescribes you. Extroverted.
If we were to ask your best friend, whatwould he/she say is the one thing you can't stand? Sugar.
What would they say about the wrong men you've dated?  That I brought out a personality those guysdidn't even know they had, and it was their loss.
Is there anything I haven't asked that youwould like us to know about you? I'm addicted to cheese andmustard and also Unsweet tea.
What an unexpected combination. LOL!Wherecan we find you, Ashalee? Website? Modeling agency? Agent? www.AshaleeVita.com (Under construction)www.modelmayhem.com/ashaleem  model#831080www.facebook.com/AshaleeVitaDon'tforget to click on "like" to my Public figure page J

I really want to thank Ashalee Vita for sharing so much with us today. Y'all be sure to keep an eye out for this stunning beauty. I have a feeling she'll be gracing more romance covers near you very soon!!

Who's ready for some Erin Sinclair???

Me! Me! Me!
      I've been with my publisher for a couple of years now and I have met some really awesome authors there. Some, I've come to consider friends. Erin Sinclair is one of those people. 
      Today we're going to gorge ourselves on so much Erin Sinclair we just may explode.... but in a good way! 
      And since I have so much to share, I'm not going to waste much time charming you with my never ending wit and humor. So, let's get down to business...
Welcome, Erin. What would you say has been your biggest influence onbecoming a writer?
First,I would like to say a big thank you to Robin Badillo for inviting me to her funblog! Second, I would like to say hello to all the readers out there andwelcome!Amongthe usual suspects (life, other authors, imagination), I've had many peoplecompliment me on my ability to write well, no matter what it is that I'mpenning at the moment. What I mean is, throughout my life I've been in somesort of administrative/clerical support role or another. My writing ability,technical or otherwise, is my strong suit and my employers relied heavily onit.  Ihave literally been writing since I was eight. I wrote silly stories thatentertained me personally, journaling as an emotional release, eventually withthe intention for publication. I've had English teachers who told me I had rawtalent and to keep working on the ability. I once had a man to whom I wrote acustomer service rejection letter call my supervisor to tell me how impressedhe was with my letter. While he didn't agree in principle with what he read, he(a psychologist) and his wife (a college English professor) read it twicebefore they felt it imperative they call my Director of Operations to tell herwhat a great writer I was and to value such talent. That was a fun, coolexperience and a lovely compliment. LOLDespitethose moments, though, I did not believe my voice sophisticated enough until Iwas in my forties before writing for publication turned into an actual goalinstead of staying in dreamland. I have always wanted to write for a living. Ifinally conquered my inner critic and personal insecurities, joined a writinggroup on the recommendation of my friend and fellow author, Lynn Crain andstarted writing. It was through that group I met my friend and critiquepartner, CR Moss. She recommended me to Devine Destinies, Editor- In-Chief, JayAustin and Publisher, Tina Haveman. I submitted the Fallen Angel trilogy tothem on speculation with the appropriate query letter and synopsis. They gaveme the opportunity and I wrote my little fingers off on the first novel,Twilight's Son. I was fortunate enough to have it sent to print very early onin its publication. I am working on the third and final book, Garden of Eden asI answer these questions. J
How did you feel when you got your firstpublishing contract?Can'twrite that feeling as a past tense experience. I'm elated, flattered, excited,jazzed, doing the Snoopy Happy Feet Dance any time I recall it. LOL
What makes a bookgreat in your eyes?       A good book engages me. The writing, thelyricism of the author's voice, the creativity of the plot, realistic dialoguegiven the nature of the book, all of it combines into a satisfying mix ofentertainment or research that makes me recommend it to a friend. A great bookcontains a certain majesty. It is a precious jewel in my opinion, one tocherish and keep forever. Its originality, voice, rhythm, nuance, even theediting is so well done that it suspends my disbelief. I become lost in thenovel believe it to be real as I enjoy each chapter. I will not only recommendit, I will buy it for a friend as a "must read" gift and will definitely keep acopy in my library for personal inspiration.                                                              What is the biggest piece of advice you cangive a beginning writer? Itisn't enough that you want to write the next great American novel or believethat you can whatever the genre. Learn the craft of writing and learn to do itwell. Honor the language you write in and learn its rules.         You MUSTprepare for the business end of writing because it has changed drastically. Noteven the big New York Six [publishers] market an author the way they use to inthe distant past. The onus falls more and more on the author to not only write,but market as well. MakeSURE your story is clean and by that, I mean well edited. Reviewers arepointing out these issues more and more (that includes the NY publishers).Whether an author likes it or not, the duty is not only on the editor to catcherrors. In my opinion, any writer that believes that is just lazy. The cleaneryour manuscript is when turned into your editing staff the higher qualityproduct produced. Theold saying that everyone has a book in them is bunk. Just because one wants towrite a book does not mean they have the ability to do so. Writing well is agift to cherish and a talent to hone. Even the best athletes practice,practice, and practice some more. There are many awful books out there so checkyour ego at the door because no one, with very rare few exceptions, writes wellfrom the beginning. You learn over time to find your rhythm and your voice. Ifor one cannot stand diva anything. Iam always grateful for the gift that I have now I am learning to develop mycraft through practice and higher education. I always remember the simplesaying, "Pride goeth before the fall." In this very public business peoplewill remind you of your misplaced arrogance when you do so do not enter thisfield lightly.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?Designerperfume and gourmet chocolate. I will have zero qualms buying a perfume I loveand spending the money on it if I'm obsessed with it. It's gourmetchocolate--rich, creamy, decadent dark luscious chocolate, need I say more?
Seems we have both of those things in common!! What are you working on now?Iam currently working on the third and final book of the Fallen Angel trilogytitled Garden of Eden. It literally takes place in the span of seven days. Yes,it is a plot element purposefully written into the story. I use Catholicangelic mythos combined with New Ageideas to anchor my characters' story. Shade, Brie and Uriel will be tested inways they have not been in the prior two novels. The plot takes place on agrand scale where an entire city is threatened, however, that is only the backdrop.The story line builds to a satisfying crescendo between the three maincharacters. I like where this novel is going and how it will end. I believefans of the Fallen Angel series will too.AfterI complete this novel, I am moving on to my Big Fat Greek Tall Tales novellas. Thereare five or six more left (I haven't decided yet). The series began withCupid's Folly. Oncethat is complete, I am moving forward with my young adult series and searchingfor an agent to represent me in NY for it. The series is paranormal in the basicplot, a comedy-drama, but also a literary coming of age story as well. Fourmain characters in a small East Coast town are entering high school together. Ifind that high school is a great metaphor for many things not the least ofwhich is the paranormal. Who hasn't felt or experienced an event of "out ofordinary" expectations when they were a high school student? In addition, thereare so many rites of passage we go through during high school it seemed afitting place to center very normal teenagers in that venue. They are learningabout themselves as they try to explain and understand the unexplainable andthe confusing.
Who is your favorite all-time author?Ihave a difficult time answering this, but if I'm forced to choose, I'd pickMarion Zimmer Bradley first (Avalon series, Darkover series) with AnneMcCaffrey (Dragonriders of Pern series) tying. I plan to read the Acorna seriesand the Brainships series especially now that she passed away from a stroke atthe age of 85. How I wanted to visit Ms. McCaffrey's Dragonhold in Ireland, tomeet her over a cup of tea. She welcomed all fans and visitors to hersanctuary, blessings to her and her family. Her legacy will live on. It's myunderstanding her son, Todd McCaffrey, has written and co-written other novelsin the Pern series. I look forward to reading those as well.
Are love scenes easy/difficult to write?Easynow, but only because they are written within the context of the story to moveit along. I do not write a lovemaking scene arbitrarily nor will I. That'salmost an invasion of privacy to me as odd as that sounds coming from a romancewriter. It has to make sense to what is going on with the characters at thetime. moreover, I write sensually, I do not use four letter words or purpleprose. The "harshest" scene I ever wrote was between a hooker and atelevangelist in Twilight's Son. It was a plot device to develop thepersonalities of the two individuals involved. I kept the language and thescene very "clinical" because of the nature of the relationship of those twosub-plot characters that used one another. That was the nature of theirpersonalities. There is no room for romance or sensuality in that type of scene,in my opinion. 
Do you write in one genre or severaldifferent ones? And why?Rightnow, it's paranormal romance and romantic comedy. I feel the calling to writein young adult and have planned to do so for a long time. I also want to illustratechildren's books. Literary is tapping my and my muse's shoulder, so I'll seewhat happens with that avenue one day.
 Do you have another career besides writing?What is it?I'mcurrently pursuing a BA in English and a BFA in Art. Being a student is mycareer. I am also a student worker at the university. I am serious when I say Iwant to illustrate children's books and write in the young adult genre. Whatcan a writer do when the muse is insisting? J
To date, which is your favorite story?Which one did you have the most fun writing?Iloved writing Cupid's Folly and can't wait to tackle the rest of the Greek godsliving in 21st century San Francisco. I cracked myself up the wholetime I wrote it. I loved taking such a lofty and sometimes "taken too seriously"mythos such as the Greek gods and playing with their stories. Besides had a lotof fun poking at attorneys (another holier-than-thou institution that needssome humbling and a large dose of humor) in that novella, you will probably seemore of the same in future novellas.
If you had the opportunity to say one thingto your readers, what would that be?Neverstop reading and dreaming. It is the cheapest form of entertainment and yourimagination's greatest lover.
*Whipped Cream, Strawberry Sauce orChocolate Syrup? Pleaserefer to guilty pleasures. Chocolate, of course. J 
*What is the craziest/sexiest thing youhave ever done in public?Craziestthing I ever did was drive in a powerful sports car on the highway shoulder ofa major East Coast highway (and a sheer 100-foot hill drop on the other) topass up a traffic jam because I was running late for school. The Lord protectsdrunks and fools. I was not drunk nor would I ever drink and drive. I wasfoolish, but spared the possible consequences of that stupidity, thankgoodness.Sexiestthing? That's between the hubs and me. I recommend reading Garden of Eden, it willgive you an idea. LOLNow let's take a look at the books we've heard so much about...                         "Lovingan angel can be deadly!"
First class homicide investigator, Lieutenant Detective Brie Carter, isfalling in love with an angel. Brie is the former heavenly companion ofEzekiel, Angel of Earth, guardian to human beings. She chooses to servehumanity by returning to the physical world as a police officer in Denver,Colorado, while Ezekiel stays angelic. When he realizes he does not want toexist without her, he descends and becomes human, now calling himself Shade, ashe is only a shadow of his former self. The love Shade holds for his beautifulcounterpart is potentially endangering her mortal life when his choice tobecome human does not sit well with Uriel, the Archangel of Judgment, whobelieves their union to be an abomination. The Archangel descends to Earth tostop the lovers at all costs, even if it means Brie's demise. Both angels soonlearn, to become human has very powerful consequences, not only for those theybecome involved with, but for them. Will Shade and Brie's love for one anotherwithstand the pressures of human existence? Will they be able to resist theimplacable Archangel of Judgment while guided by the greatest reward humanityhas ever received - the gift of free will?
Excerpt:Brie's toes curled asshe stretched, then hunkered down under the inviting sheets of her bed andclosed her eyes. She could not release the image of Shade and her mind gave wayto espresso rich imaginings, hot and fresh, roasting her as they enveloped eachother and lay down in soft white sand. His exquisite hands traveled her nudeform inch by daring inch, across her thighs, over her warm skin. Tanned fingerstraced the bone of her pelvis, nipping teeth followed. She gasped. Seeking lipsnibbled her Venus mound focusing on her pulsing need, suckling her. His tonguedanced along her nerves, fire turned to starlight, then brilliant sun, whichbeat down on her alabaster torso. Perspiration drenched her and him, the Amazonflowing from every pore, the Nile pouring between her thighs. She cried out hisname as the wave crashed and rolled, forced her awake.Brie bolted upright,gasping as the final throes of an incredible orgasm drifted away leaving herstartled, sated, wanting more. Her heart slowed its ragged pounding and sherealized her bedclothes were gone, crumpled lumps on the floor by the bed. Shetouched the moist remains of sweat and sexual aftermath drenching her sheets.What am I going todo? Sinkingher head in her hands, the length of her hair covered her face, providing hershelter. Her obsession withthe beautiful stranger, whom she somehow knew without knowing, escaped theboundaries she wanted to establish. She was out of sorts, undone by her longingfor him. There was no choice but to make a concerted effort to stay away fromhim for a while, to shut down her senses until she could maintain a modicum ofdecorum when near him. If she did not she would wind up making a complete idiotof herself.Sleep demanded herreturn and she moved away from the damp side of the bed. The rumpled flat sheetcascaded to the floor. Too hot to put her pajamas on she lay back, fell asleepand barely awakened in time to get ready for work.      THE BETROTHED...
"To the scorned heart,  vengeance lasts forever."Brieand Shade's relationship ignites and the intensity of it takes Brie's breathaway. She reveals herself in ways to Shade never before exposed to any manshe‟s loved. Shade is ecstatic that the woman he exists for is returning hislove for her. He knows beyond any shadow of doubt the doorway to her heart isnow open for him to enter. Inthe meantime, Brie takes on a baffling murder involving famous local artist,Maggie Norris. Maggie's slaying makes no sense to the detective, as her bestfriend had no enemies, knew no conflict in her life. Brie teams up with veteranDenver Metro homicide detective, Rachel Lopez, who is in charge of the Norriscase. Together the pair find dead-end after dead-end in the investigation,until they realize someone is attempting to stop Brie from finding answers. WhenShade discovers Brie's life is in danger, he becomes terrified, then enraged atthe thought of losing her. As the pressure mounts on the beautiful couple, thekind and gentle angel of Twilight's Son takes a backburner to the fearsomewarrior who will protect Brie at all costs. He refuses to yield the one giftboth lovers received when they were born—the gift of choice. 
EXCERPT:"Sheturned to Shade. His eyes flashed to yellow gold and a thrill of desire blastedthrough her. Their ability to change on a dime still filled her with amazement,but she had long ago accepted it was a unique trait of her lover. Steppingforward with jaguar grace, Shade grabbed her by the lapels of her leatherjacket. He pulled her into him, plunged his mouth over hers, his need of herevident. He was thedeluge to her thirst. It was as if she had wandered in a desert and found anoasis. She collapsed towards him, returned his fervor with desperate desire.Her knees weakened. Shade lifted Brie into his arms, carried her to hisdressing room. Helocked the door behind him and placed her on a sheepskin rug. He straddled herhips and removed her jacket, tossed it on a sofa across from his dressingtable. Shade caressed her arms, trailed his fingers down to her belt buckle. Brie shook her head."Now," she demanded. She was in no mood for foreplay, wanted him inside herbefore she burst into flames. Tonight was about need, about demand, about pureprimitive mating. Shade ripped thebutton down shirt from her body. Brie tore the g-string from his hips, exposedhis want. Within seconds, her boots and pants were gone. He flipped her on herstomach, impaled her flooded core, bit her neck and left shoulder inunadulterated lust as their nude bodies rocked in time to the base of the musicthey could hear from beyond their room. Within moments, growls of orgasmcompeted with the sheer power of the song, driving them to their end. Briegrasped Shade, wrapping lithe legs around his thighs and rolled with him, untilshe sat on top of him with her back to his face. His hands grasped her hips asshe plunged and gyrated, finishing them both in synchronized climax. Althoughsatisfied she was not satiated, the night had just begun." Garden Of Eden"The golden eye ofjustice seeks one of its own."

"Ecstaticthat Brie is opening to him more and more Shade continues to pursue a futurewith the tough as nails detective whose love for him has surpassed anything shehas ever experienced with other men she has known. Shade is now following hisheart's desire to become a physician while planning the perfect evening withthe love of his existence. He has an important question to ask her, one thatwill change their lives, forever. And yet, aterrible danger has fallen on the sprawling city of Denver. Against thebackdrop of a homegrown terror plot, Uriel, the Archangel of Judgment, isunable to remain passive. Her friend, Daniel Tompkins, lies in a hospital roomdue to a senseless act of violence. Overwhelmed by the grief and sorrow ofDan's wife and young son as they watch his life hang in the balance, Uriel goeson the hunt. She will find who did this to him and she will execute the kind ofjustice only the Archangel of Judgment can do. In the heat of battle as adarkened city succumbs to fear, the Uriel of old returns with a vengeance. AsUriel meets and confronts many denizens of the darker side of humanity in hersearch for Dan's attacker, her anger leaves a trail of destruction behind her.Old resentments and rage build against the relationship between Brie and Shade.She will return her brother to his rightful place within the Heavenly Host evenif it costs Brie's life and Shade's. Who will triumph in the end? One who lovesor one who learns?"Excerpt:Anintensity of light forced Brie awake. Her head throbbed. It tended to happenwhen the whiskey flowed freely, the toasting robust. She pulled a pillow overher to block out the enemy."Uh-uh,love." Shade's enigmatic, accented baritone was usually enough to send instantdesire through her. Right now, she wanted to slap duct tape over his mouth.Shetried to recall where she put her service weapon. "I'm armed.""Notat the moment," he leaned over and bit down on her exposed outer thigh.Briegasped and pushed forward, smacking her head into her upholstered headboard.Somehow, the bump didn't have the same erotic effect on her as it did lastnight. Collapsing, she groaned."Youhave to get up," Shade admonished."Idon't recall saying anything about having to…," her voice trailed away. Thepounding increased and had the nerve to travel throughout her body."Youpromised Sam you'd be there by noon."Tacticaltraining day. She groaned again. He's gonna kick my ass."Ithink I said it was voluntary." Brie sat up. She found if she balanced thepillow on her face and head just right, it muffled her hearing and preventedthe evil sun's rays from stabbing her in the eyes.Herlover removed it. "Much better," he smiled and kissed her nose.Brie'seyes watered and she blinked her way into consciousness. She attempted to standand walk, noting if she stopped her forward momentum, it gave her head time tothink and thinking caused more pain. Walking in a circle seemed to help, butShade's warm hands guided her into the limestone-tiled shower where hot, steamywater beckoned to her. Before she entered, he gave her a handful of pills and avile looking concoction in a crystal tumbler."Whatare these?" Brie shook her hand, tossing three large pills, each a differentcolor, in her palm."B-12among other vitamins. A green smoothie. Don't worry about the taste. It doesn'tlast long."Althoughshe had been a smoker, Brie hadn't taken a drag from a cigarette, much as shewanted to on occasion, in over a year. Therefore, her sense of smell was acute.It wasn't lying to her, she caught the scent of fresh mown lawn. Shade may havediscovered the power of green, she, however, wasn't a fan. When the liquid hayhit her tongue, combined with the gulp of vitamins, she could honestly say sheknew what a horse's breakfast tasted like.Swallowinghard, forcing the mix past her natural inclination to heave it into the toilet,Brie groaned. Rinsing her mouth once the pills and smoothie were safely in herstomach, she gasped. "You could have provided me a chaser."Shadelaughed as Brie joined him in the shower. He dunked her under the largeshowerhead and soaped the length of her platinum hair. "Like what?"Briesputtered. "Bacon, pancakes, maple syrup, orange juice…"Shegroaned in pleasure as he cleansed her scalp, finding the pressure points toforce her muscles to relax. "I will give you ten minutes to stop that," shesighed."It'seleven…if I make you late, Sam will have no problem taking it out on me."Laughing,she turned to wash Shade. "You sound a little scared.""Idon't think he's forgotten the night I showed up at the safe house."Cocking an eyebrow, she pursed her lips. "Yeah, goodpoint. He's just forgiven me. Still though, he likes you."
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