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Recipe for Success? Affinity Groups & Kandie Delley

    I am so pleased today's guest is here. 
    Author/Song Writer/Music Producer Kandie Delley is a super lady, has a terrific mind for business and enough talent to sustain us with entertainment alone, for months on end if we were stranded on a deserted island. 
    Lucky for us, we don't have to go through all that to benefit from what this amazing lady has to offer. 
    She's accumulated a wealth of knowledge and experience in the writing industry and is here to share some of it with us. 
    I'm turning Sealed with a Kiss over to her, so get your pens and paper ready.... 
    Kandie, they're all yours!!


Thanks Robin! I'm so happy and honored to be here on yourblog! 

Since I have gotten so much great advice from people I havemet by joining groups, I wanted my first guest blog of my Spooktacular Web Tour http://www.kandiedelley.com/kandie/extras  to consist of reminders to writers about, affinity groups, being consistentand setting reminders.
TRULY CONNECT: As you know, writing can be an autonomous lifestyle. You really have to remind yourself to socialize and get active—connect withothers, especially likeminded individuals. 
One thing I missed severely in my twenties was befriendinglikeminded people who had a similar passion for the written word.  Joining online communities such as yahoo groups,ning.com, meetup.com, and facebook.com, have helped expand my literarycircle.  However, don't limit your groupsto writing; any affinity groups will help. http://www.kandiedelley.com/gsotw/affinity-groups   
I have been a pupil of Candace Haven's (Fast Draft &Revision Hell) online courses, http://www.candacehavens.com/index.php/workshops , received writer pep talks, and tips from online communities featuring NikkiDuncan, http://nikkiduncan.com .  I have bartered services and exchanged ideas,blogs and critiques with amazing authors like Judith Leger, http://judithleger.weebly.com , SuHalfwerk, http://www.su-halfwerk.com , and Shelia Goss http://www.sheliagoss.com ;  while developing fast and influentialfriendships with writers like Kait Nolan http://kaitnolan.com  and of course, Ms. Robin Badillo (rock on girl!) 
SET UP REMINDERS: I have HOTMAIL calendars for my overall social plans,workouts and business meetings but ALSO have a calendar for WRITING.  You can print daily, weekly, or monthlycalendars and post them on your bulletin or cork boards at home or at theslave…I mean…*clearing throat*, DAY job. Hotmail allows you to choose the email address of where to sendreminders and/or choose to get mobile alerts. This keeps you accountable to your writing goal.  It's a great way to get that subtle nudgeevery now and then without relying on other people for that extra push.
WRITE- CONSISTENTLY To assist with this challenging gig, I choose to write withPAGE count goals versus Word count goals. It's just a matter of tricking your mind and finding subtle ways to staymotivated.  For instance, if you say, "Mygoal is to write 2000 words today" vs. "My goal is to write 2-4 pages today,"-which of those numbers is more appealing to you?  Bingo….  Writing 2 or 4 pages instead of a 1000words.
These are invaluable associations and they have made me abetter writer.  Dig into your socialmedia and organic groups today and truly find that jewel who can be that'bosom' buddy!
GIVEAWAY: Since Robin and I have a musically influenced kinship, Iwanted to offer 3 song downloads.  Theseare songs I wrote and produced.  Feelfree to download and share!
Kan'sMusic http://www.kandiedelley.com/audio/
CONTEST: Leave a comment and be entered into a drawing to win a freecopy of my eBook, Getting Started on the Web for Writers!  It guides in diversifying your talent tocreate multiple streams of income and helps you manage your digital brand!
Thanks again for allowing me to visit your blog and have ablessed holiday season! 
About Tempestuous Tales: An urban legend becomes a nightmare when three women face tragicconsequences:  an unexplainable vanishing, a sadistic marriage, and avisit from beyond the grave, after an ancient talisman grants theirwishes.  Tempestuous Tales adds a modern twist to threeclassic short stories: The Monkey's Paw by W.W. Jacobs, NightDrive by Will F. Jenkins and Bluebeard's Bride by Sarah Holland,based on the works of Charles Perrault.


Paperback coming November 2011.  Download a free Tempestuous Tales mobilephone or desktop wallpaper here! http://www.kandiedelley.com/books/ttales
AMAZON KINDLE:  http://www.amazon.com/Tempestuous-Tales-ebook/dp/B005M785DA
BARNES & NOBLE NOOK: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tempestuous-tales-kandie-delley/1105563551
SMASHWORDS:  http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/87652

Welcome to the debut of my Weekend Dirty Dozen!!

Although I really enjoy Six Sentence Sunday, I've discovered a new excerpt themed blog post group that encourages 12 sentences instead of the usual 6. Having wished many times that readers could see a bit more of a particular scene without divulging a full excerpt, this may be the ideal posting group for me.So this week, in the middle of all the other fun blog hopping I'll be dong, I'm also participating in the Weekend Dirty Dozen!! Hope you like this longer snippet from my upcoming paranormal release, Midnight Beckoning, smack-dab in the middle of Halloween!!
What he wanted now went beyondpassion. This was a savage thirst for her,every last decadent drop of her. Thick hot blood flooded his mouthand her sweet essence flowed down the back of his throat. He scooped her up andtossed her onto the bed tearing at his clothes and hers as he kissed her feverishly.Deep searing stings cut into his flesh as Lauren's nails dug into his back.Heavy panting and a hunger he'd never felt before overwhelmed him from theinside out. Before he could stop himself, he bit into her again.Lauren growled and gasped in a waythat only accelerated his heartbeat. Powerful surges of energy electrified hisbody and he sucked hard at the soft curve of her throat swallowing gulp aftergulp of hot syrupy blood. Lauren hissed and heat shot into hisshoulder as she met his bite with a vicious plunge of her own fangs into him. "Fuck!" he bellowedas pain burned through his back. "Do it again!" he demanded, overcome by a violentcompulsion to consume and be consumed. 


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Sayin' so long for now to Cynthia Arsuaga...

I hope everyone has had as much fun this week as I have. Once again, Cynthia Arsuaga came, she saw and she delivered!! Keep an eye out for her, because if we're lucky she may come back very soon. And rumor has it, I'll be visiting her for a mid-month release of my next paranormal romance in November. 
Cynthia, my dear friend, take it away...
Happy Thursday Everyone,Today, my hubby and I are in New Orleans! We actually got in last night,and have started today off with fun. We are here for the Undead Con and AnneRice Lestat Vampire Fan Club event for Halloween. We are so delighted to be panelists for an author forum on Saturday, and this afternoon we are beinginterviewed for a Swedish production company doing a documentary on vampires.Is that cool or what? Well I'm not going to bore you, so today I'm brief andpresenting my last paranormal entry and my other contemporary novella to windup my week with Robin. Tomorrow both of us are participating in a hugeHalloween Blog Hop put on by Drea Becraft.The first book today is one co-authored with my hubby, Mike. MyLife as a Dog is a delightful book we thoroughly enjoyed and wereinspired by our very own Yorkshire terrier, our "Precious", named Thumper. Onereviewer even commented that the story should be turned into a movie. We tendto agree. We're in the middle of writing the sequel and can't wait to presentthat to our readers in 2012.The second book is a novella I'm continuing in a series titled TexasHeat (A Hot Flash) and was released on October 14 so is brand new. Thestory is about an older woman who is attracted to the new veterinarian in town.Well, read below for more.Without further ado, here's the blurbs and excerpts from MyLife as a Dog and Texas Heat (A Hot Flash).
Drake Martin is a unique shape shifter. Instead of transforming into aferocious animal, he morphs into an eight pound Yorkshire terrier. Six year oldKady Hartley rescued him from an animal shelter. As "Precious" he washer "bestest friend" for twelve years, leaving when she startedcollege. Ten years later they cross paths. He's a PI; she's FBI. Continuing tokeep his abilities secret from her, he follows Kady as she pursues a case.Accompany them on an odyssey to New Orleans investigating human traffickers andwatch the fur fly. To protect Kady, Drake remains in the shadows. For her sakehe puts aside his loner life and accepts protection and assistance of the localshifter pack under its leader, the Sufi. The pack and Drake soon discover theyhave a common cause, leading to a bloody confrontation with the Russian humantraffickers. During the adventure, will Drake and Kady rekindle their lovingfriendship or will it become much more?
Setting the Scene : Inhuman form Drake spied on an apparent brothel for his client, a suspiciouswife. When his equipment wouldn't work because of surprisingly sophisticatedjamming apparatus for a routine whorehouse, he decided to morph and to use hiswiles as the Yorkie to gain entrance…
Excerpt: 
Stowing the spy equipment in the waterproof knapsack, I stripped down andstuffed my clothes in also. The zipper barely closed around the tightly packedmess. The back pack fit neatly into the crook of the tree where the dovesperched. From the top branches they still watched, nattering incessantly backand forth. Before morphing, I took a last longing look at the equipment andclothes put at risk by a necessary and, hopefully, brief abandonment.Not the most pleasant of feelings, morphing is something like freefallingdown a hole to the center of the earth at half the speed of light with everycell aching. A deep crunching sound fills the air as joints compress orelongate as well as reverse, according to the kind of animal you become. Nearthe end a red curtain blots out everything in a vertiginous haze. Fortunately,it's over in a few seconds.After things cleared and almost six feet closer to ground level, I shookout the new coat I'd acquired and tip-tapped across the street with a signatureYorkie prancing gait of unbridled confidence. The empty SUV and deserted frontlawn basked in the bright noonday sun. At the front door, I checked to insureno one could see, and returned to human form long enough to ring the doorbell.The door opened to the sight of an alert, small dog sitting on his haunches.Two imploring black eyes peered from beneath a curly overhang of tan fur. Afaint, under the breath, whimper accompanied by a cowering, whole body shivercompleted the sales pitch. The large heavyset man dressed in a dark suit spenta few seconds assessing my proffer from a vantage point that seemed a mile inthe air. Behind him, strung out down a long hallway, a half dozen scantilydressed young women turned resigned eyes my way in routine curiosity."What have we here?" he asked in an Eastern European accent. "Petri, comesee."I braced, continuing to radiate my most fetching expression so they wouldtake me in. Knowing my charms worked best on women, I prayed for one to takenotice, but at the appearance of the one called Petri, the females quicklycleared out of the hallway. The second male, another behemoth, joined hiscolleague. They spoke back and forth in Polish or Russian, or one of those guttural,growling languages, glancing repeatedly at each other and back to me. I cockedup a leg and scratched behind an ear, making the dog equivalent of a smile."Selma," said the one who opened the door, as he scooped me up, "See whatdropped at our door." Cradling me in a massive arm, we transported to the rearof the house, passing many rooms off a main hallway. Most displayed closed,cheap hollow core doors stained brown behind which I heard muffled voices andother sounds. I was pretty sure of what was going on. The ones I could see intocontained young half-naked women, some of whom had previously lolled in thehall. Most wore the same solemn, resigned expressions. The rest tried to makethemselves as small as possible with looks of fear on their faces, like thegirl I saw them bring in from the SUV.A door opened, and Mr. Beamer exited, scuttling by like a beetle. In theroom he'd just left, a young, attractively built brunette kneeled on themattress, mindless of her nakedness and crying.In that moment, I realized I stumbled into a slave trade operation. Foryears I read about them, but this was my first direct experience."Was it good for you? Petri asked.Mr. Beamer paused, a smile crossing a narrow, sinister, milky face. "Yes,as always."Petri laughed. "We reserve the youngest and choicest for our bestcustomers. If you are in no rush, there is refreshment in the front lounge. Wehave many temptations to enhance a sexual afterglow."Mr. Beamer smiled briefly. "No, I must be somewhere before my wife missesme.""See you next week?"
Book Trailer:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADvZ1EEN21UBTW, the Yorkie on the cover is our family pet,Thumper, who inspired the idea for the book.

NEXT UP.... Texas Heat! Charlie Reynolds is having a lousy birthday. Turning forty-two is notwhat she expected. The only gifts she gets is the pair of cream and bronzecowboy boots she bought, a cake made by the local diner's proprietor, and anembarrassing moment, no make that two moments with the new veterinarian.Divorced and lonely, she soon discovers after their meeting her libido isn'tdead. She lusts after the tall and handsome Doc Zach. Even though he sharesmannerisms with her ex-husband, Besides, no way would he be interested in her,a plain old woman ready to be put out to pasture. Or so she thinks.The new vet by the name of Zach Callahan is heating up all the ladies inthe town of Brady Hills. He's returned to his Texas roots from Virginia tostart a new life and take over a thriving practice. The first day, he meets agorgeous woman at the local feed and tack store, and is instantly smitten byher, cream and bronze cowboy boots and all. Zach is only interested in heatingup the sheets with the one woman in Brady Hills who doesn't want anything to dowith him. Or so he thinks.The temperature rises in Texas as the heat between Charlie and Zachreaches the boiling point.
STORY EXCERT:"Ooh, sorry. Guess I hit a nerve, huh?" Emma cast a glance toward thefront door and lowered her voice. "You know, I think you're being too hard onyourself, hon. Yeah you work long hours, but look what you've accomplished.You're not plain either. You look better than I did at your age, a nice slimfigure, nice big hair, and can ride with the best of the cowboys in theseparts. I think he is exactly the sort of guy that could put a little zip inyour step, Miss Birthday Girl. It's time you get back in the saddle and ride aman. How long has it been since you've had a roll in the hay or even a date?"Emma's wink left no doubt in Charlie's mind she was teasing. Or was she?"I'm not interested in either one. I've got the ranch, and that's my only loveright now.""Really?" Emma looked over Charlie's shoulder. "Tell me somethin'. If youhad the opportunity wouldn't you jump his bones?"To be honest, Charlie couldn't tell Emma about the last man. When did shelast have a date? Damn! She couldn't even remember the last time she had akiss, let alone her bed, saddle or a roll in the hay. "Emma, I told you, I'mnot interested in taking up with no man, especially with a fancy pants likeDoctor Callahan. Besides, he's not my type?""What types do you like Miss Reynolds?" the low, sultry voice resonatedbehind her.Oh dang! Charlie's eyes widenedstaring at Emma who only flashed a wicked grin in return."Hey Pete, Doc Callahan. Just in time for some birthday cake," Emma said.For the second time within an hour, Charlie's face blushed fromembarrassment. Slowly turning on the barstool, she came to rest eyes on theface of the new vet, the strong jawline, high cheekbones, and those eyes. Theywere a deeper hazel, almost a golden sable, darker than earlier and she foughtto tamp down the heat rushing through her body as he curled the edges of hismouth in a wicked upturned grin."An outdoorsy, rough riding cowboy." Charlie lied, but pulled adescription out of her head the total opposite of what the vet appeared."Really? Well I guess two out of three isn't bad." The smile grew wider."You left this at Pete's," he said extending his arm with a bag in his hands.When he handed the handles over, he brushed her fingers with his andbutterflies fluttered in her stomach carrying tingles down her spine. Theydidn't stop there, sharp electric zaps flowed lower. Dormant for years, herbody and hormones now betrayed her. "My boots. Thank you." Now she felt like anidiot. Geesh, I am getting old. I can'tremember shit! "I have to go. I'll talk to you later, Emma.""You can't go, Birthday Girl. Hold on," Emma said and exited to thekitchen area."No, I really do have to get back to the ranch." Charlie turned to Peteand with a scowl, "What is this all about? You know, don't you?""Don't look at me. This is all Emma's idea," Pete said, throwing up hishands and shaking his head.A minute later, Emma came through the swing door singing "Happy Birthday"with a candle-lit cake in her hands.The other people in the diner picked up the chorus and joined in. Charlieforced a smile. Please tell me this isn'thappening. At that very moment, she wanted to slink out of the room anddrive as fast as she could back to the sanctuary of the ranch.Why did his touch when he gave her the shopping bag send shockwaves downher spine? When Charlie locked onto a pair of eyes that reminded her of a sleekjungle animal, she became breathless, struggling to suppress the heat buildingbetween her thighs. "I'm sorry. I don't have time for this. I really do need toget back to the ranch.""Oh come on, hon. This is your favorite. At least blow out the candlesand make a wish before you scoot out," Emma said."Emma's right girl. You've got to make a wish," Pete added.Charlie glanced from one person to another. The expressions on theirfaces tugged at the guilt forming inside. "Okay, okay. I'll make a wish, butthen I've got to get." Yes, she needed to get back to the ranch and take a coldshower. The further away she got from the handsome doctor, the better. The lustpulling at her insides as well as the embarrassment of the entire situationunnerved her. Something about the man thrilled, but also irritated her. She hadseen his type, good-looking, well educated, arrogant, and from the East Coast.All those qualities her abusive ex-husband possessed. Never again. She was tooold, and too wise, to take up with this new vet, the younger Doctor Callahan.With a weak blow of breath through pursed lips, she exhaled and the four litcandles were extinguished.Everyone in the room applauded and Charlie eked out a smile. She watchedthe mischievous gaze from the new vet trail over her body sending a spark downher spine. Then, dang him, it didn't help that his little grin sent herhormones into overdrive, causing her insides to flutter in response. It hadbeen a long time since she'd been intimate with anyone, but to have a strangeman, a younger one at that, awaken her sex drive was not going to happen. Hell,she'd be one of those Cougars she read about in those Hollywood scandalmagazines. There seemed to be a rage for it, even reality television shows werecreated. Dang! What the hell am Ithinking? I'm not about to become a card-toting Cougar and fall lock-step intothe newest trend. At least not yet.
Bothcan be found at Secret Cravings Publishing, www.store.secretcravingspublishing.comand if you wish to see more, you can find me at my website: http://cynthiaarsuaga.weebly.com oron my new blog: http://romanticwordsbycynthia.blogspot.comand you can also find my books at and at Amazon.com, Bookstrand, ARe and Barnes& Noble. Mike also writes a series about vampires and lycans, TheSubspecies Series, and two of the six book series is available now withthe third arriving December. Check him out at http://mikearsuaga.weebly.com or at www.MuseItHotPublishing.com orany of the third party retailers.

Ho-Ho Hump Day with Cynthia Arsuaga

Once again I'm handing the reigns over to Cynthia Arsuaga who's teasing us with a little taste of the holidays with the hint of a kinky little twist...
Happy Hump Day Everyone,Today, I'll present the new Christmas Stories I havecoming out. One with Secret Cravings Publishing and the other with NoBoundaries Publishing. The first short story is titled A Gift of Love , which isa contemporary with BDSM inferences. Due to release December 2nd thestory of Jennifer and Chris takes place in New York City on Christmas Eve.The second is titled The Misadventures of DickGrewcock: A Vampire's First Christmas and will release the end ofNovember. This short is a contemporary comedy and will have additional"adventures" for Dick to discover.Without further ado, here's the blurbs and excerptsfrom AGift of Love and The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock: AVampire's First Christmas.
Christmas Eve. Jennifer Perkins needs the perfect giftfor Sir and time is running out. Tough economic times have put a drain on herbank account, but she's determined to give her lover something special. Shorton cash, she sells a treasure, plus more than she bargained. Love—more preciousthan diamonds and gold.Christmas Eve. Chris Bryant needs the perfect presentfor his live-in submissive, Angel, and he can't wait until tomorrow. He mayhave lost his job of choice, but the New Year looks promising. Tonight is thenight to make a change. The gift has to be extraordinary, and the only way isto give up his prized possession. Love—more precious than objects.The two lovers are wrapped in a world beyondtheir control. Selflessness is the ultimate gift of love—one relinquishes avalued treasure, the other sells part of themselves for the special gift.

UNEDITED ADULT EXCERPT:
After a few moments of silence, lying in his embrace,she knew she had a lot to do before leaving for the restaurant. Jennifer ranher fingers along his taut chest and pushed back. "You need to finish gettingready and I have things to do.""Mmm, yes we do." He glanced at his watch. "I have alittle time before leaving for work."A sparkle came to his cappuccino-colored eyes and sheknew what he meant.Two fingers moved and lifted her chin. He wore anexpression that filled her heart. Last night they played for hours beforefalling asleep, sated in each other's arms. The sleep didn't last long, as sheawakened several times, and tossed and turned, the anticipation of the morningarriving kept her mind racing.Without warning, Chris rolled to his knees and knockedback the bedcoverings, revealing her nakedness. He straddled her thighs, thengrabbed her by the waist and pulled her flat on her back. He lowered his body,covering her mouth with a fierce kiss. His tongue traced the seam between herlips, and she opened for him, tasting the minty mouthwash and savored themasculine essence of Chris as he devoured her mouth. The heat of him explodedwithin her and encircled her body. His hands wound into her matted, long hairas he deepened the kiss until she was breathless.As the next wave of pleasure swept over her, shemoaned with delight. After the countless sleepless nights over the last coupleof months, he was the only constant in the chaos of financial worriesswallowing them. She was loved and returned that love. Chris fulfilled all hersexual cravings and nothing else in the world mattered when he held her in hisarms.He broke the kiss and smiled. "Tonight, at seven, willyou meet me at…Rockefeller Center?"The pounding of her heart had the adrenaline flowing.Christmas Eve at Rockefeller Center, the site of their second date. He plannedsomething special, maybe his plans related to the pawn ticket she found a weekago?Jennifer blinked and tingles danced across her skin."Yes, I'll meet you. I'll call in sick for my night shift." She reached to spinthe diamond line bracelet on her wrist. Soon, her favorite and most sentimentalpiece of jewelry will be gone, but for a good reason.With a slow, determined movement, he slid his handsover her breasts. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over one nipple, thensucked the hard, pink tip into his mouth. She never tired of his gentle touch,but sensed him debating to use a restraint on her. Normally, she yearned forthe confines and the enhanced pleasure it delivered, but this morning, shedidn't care. She dug her nails into his back, and clung to him. His hardeningshaft thickened against her belly and she shivered with the anticipation of hiscock inside. His other hand slid over her other breast, teasing the nipple withhis thumb and finger. She arched into him.With a quick release of her nipple, the action made apopping as his mouth left the erect bud. He clasped his fingers around herwrists, pinning her hands with one hand above her head as he cupped her cheekwith his other hand. He captured her mouth, hard and passionately, like he'dkissed and savored the taste of her lips for the first time. Their tonguesfluttered and surged one against the other. She struggled to free her hands, totouch him, to caress and hold him in her embrace. The heat of arousal increasedin her core wanting him to restrain her arms tighter. His mouth moved down theside of her neck, teeth scraping gently on the skin at the pulse point, givingher goose bumps.
BLURB FOR The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock: AVampire's First Christmas :
Richard "Dick" Grewcock is a fledglingvampire, turned by choice on Halloween Night. He is an IT geek, thirty yearsold, and learns vampires are handsome, powerful, and have women falling overthem—everythinghe's not. Problem is, after he turns he doesn't get any of those qualities andwants his money back. All he wants for Christmas is a girlfriend.Christmas Eve he confronts his maker and his encounterleads to the first adventure.UNEDITED STORY EXCERT:Christ Almighty!Attending the party turned out to be a mistake. The invitation came from thereluctant partygoer's maker and was either meant as a ploy to gain introductioninto the vampire group or had another ulterior motive, he wasn't sure which. AChristmas party on the holiday eve seemed strange. Family maybe would throwone, but strangers? None of this or anything that happened to him over the pastseveral months made sense.Do vampires evencelebrate holidays? Richard "Dick" Grewcock never really rejoiced in them whenhe was human, and hated the office parties accompanying the day job he held atthe law firm. They were awkward, humiliating and he always went home,half-drunk and alone. Nothing had changed. Even as a vampire, he ended up in acorner watching all the others laughing, talking, and pairing up for anonymousone-night stands. He disliked that feeling, when the next time he'd run intothe woman at work and she acted like they didn't know each other. Humiliation.Yeah, he lived for that kind of relationship. Not!Once again he would spend tomorrow feeling sorry forhimself, eating a microwave meal and watching the umpteenth rendition of A Christmas Carol or A Christmas Story. He'd even settle for It's a Wonderful Life if only to givehim hope of a better existence ahead. He'd already been ostracized by hisfamily for daring to move halfway across the country and not joining the familybusiness after graduation from college.The car sales business didn't interest him as a careerpath, the law did. Since not making it into law school, he pursued his secondlove—computers. Except the secondary vocation seemed to go nowhere and barelypaid his living expenses. If he crawled back home and confessed his latestmisadventure, God only knew how his family would feel about his becoming avampire. He didn't even want to go there. Two years ago, the last time he wenthome for Christmas, he dealt with the never-ending litany of not bringing agirlfriend along for the family to scrutinize. Their standard one-sidedconversation went like this: "When are you going to make us grandparents, Dick?Your sister has three adorable children. You're thirty years old. Don't youthink it's about time?" Or, his personal favorite, usually offered for generaldiscussion by one of the tribe's growing number of teenagers "Are you gay?"Yeah, that one always had him shaking his head. Do I look or act gay? No. I may seem like a geek I don't have agirlfriend, but that doesn't make me gay? Check out George Clooney. ChristAlmighty!Dick leaned back in the barrel-backed office chair, abottle of blood soda dangling by the long neck between his thumb andforefinger. He wondered who had the ridiculous idea of carbonating blood andbottling it. Probably Vlad. No one elsehad the audacity. He surveyed the party's invitees, vampires, for the mostpart. Some newbies like him. Others clearly more experienced, due to theirconfident demeanor and bearing, stood out among the crowd. All looked young,vital, and in the Christmas Spirit. He wondered what it was about being avampire they embraced, whereas, he lacked any enthusiasm for the circumstanceshe now found himself in.So far, he found the entire experience a complete letdown. Six months ago and tired of living a lonely life, he believed theglamorous vampire existence could be his salvation. Wrong! A girlfriend byChristmas became his goal, a wish to find someone to love and return the sameaffection. Since tonight was Christmas Eve, the prospects of attaining thatlofty objective were slim to none. Short of a bona fide miracle, or Santa Clausstepping in and making a girlfriend appear out of the blue, he might as wellkiss off the idea.Maybe by NewYears' Day? I could give myself another week. Another seven days to findsomeone would help, unless the meeting with his sire changed things. No, anextension wouldn't change anything. Dick was pissed as he watched the othervamps enjoy themselves in their fancy clothes, with good looks to match.The eerie music of the traditional Christmas carolsadded a macabre nuance to atmosphere the festive atmosphere. This was wrong, sowrong. While no one sported their fangs around the few humans present, Dickknew by night's end the mortal guests would fall prey and get an interestingpresent to wake up to. Of course, he wouldn't be so lucky to find someone tobite and eventually be a girlfriend. Three months into being a vamp and nothingin his life had changed. Why did I botherto come early? Hell, why am I even here?Ten o'clock. The time the host agreed to meet.He lifted the bottle to his lips and tossed back the rest of the warm redelixir spiked with a hint of cinnamon. Christ Almighty! Who made the nastystuff? The fizzy bubbles tickled all the way down his gut. Peppermint laced inthe blood soda would have been more tolerable. He glanced at his watch. Fiveminutes until ten, plenty of time to take the elevator to the top floor for themeeting. A moment later he slammed the empty bottle on the table, grabbed hisleather jacket from the chair beside him, and stood to leave the boring,weird-ass party. Just as he reached the door, he stopped abruptly when therevelers struck up a chorus of Jingle Bells. Dick shook his head. And people think I'm a geek? Vamps singingKaraoke Christmas songs? What kind of messed up shit is that?

If you wish to see more, you can find me at my website: http://cynthiaarsuaga.weebly.com or on my new blog: http://romanticwordsbycynthia.blogspot.com and you can find my books at www.store.secretcravingspublishing.com and at Amazon.com, Bookstrand, ARe and Barnes & Noble and www.noboundariespublishing.com

Tempting Tuesday with Cynthia Arsuaga

Yesterday was a great start to a wonderful week. Cynthia Arsuaga is back and sharing even more goodies with us. 
Sit back, get comfy and enjoy!

Happy Tuesday Everyone,Thanks to Robin again for having me here this week!Today, I'll present the Forces of Beauty Series (alsoabout vampires, but a different created world from yesterday's presentation).The two books so far are The Cougar and Her Vampire and AVampire in Paris which is due to release February 2012. Book three Ihave started, but only in infancy. The other books I mentioned yesterday havepriority. Unless, the muse takes over for Jason and Nayara! The title for thethird is Lex Aeterna . My daughter insisted I write Jason's story becauseshe fell in love with his character in The Cougar and Her Vampire .Without further ado, here's the blurbs and excerptsfrom TheCougar and Her Vampire and A Vampire in Paris. View the Book Trailer for The Cougar and Her Vampire : http://youtu.be/KuOSn2v4VaU

Recently divorced Payton Fleming vacations in Crete,looking for a quiet resort to get away from the chaos of the death of her bestfriend, serial killer, and an ex-husband. The adventure at the resort bringsmore than she expected—a young man with a story to tell. Concerned with the agedifference, Payton knows there is something else he is keeping from her.Christian MacKenzie is an entrepreneur in thehospitality and entertainment business, owner of Nocturnal Entertainment andHospitality Corporation (NEHC), luxury resorts and nightclubs around the world.He escapes to his favorite resort on Crete, and meets his vision of a Greekgoddess, a mysterious beauty, but fears she will reject him because of what heis, a vampire.After returning to Miami, and a rival from his pastthreatens their happiness, will their love survive all the obstacles along theway…and The Cougar get Her Vampire in the end?                                                                                                                                       ADULT EXCERPT:He delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. Shelet out a scream of hot, wet abandonment with the fourth climax, which crestedmore intensely than the first three. He let out his own deep groan as hispassion crested, and his fangs came down, his eyes blood red.Payton sucked in a deep breath at seeing him invampire form.He grimaced, pulled out and fell down beside her. Hisfangs receded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."Immediately, she sat up and scooted back on the bedaway from him. "Are you okay? You look…a little hungry?"He shook his head. "I'm fine. I…I got a little carriedaway with yer sexy, responsive body. It's so sensual. I'm sorry I scared you,love. I won't hurt you.""That's okay. I've never seen you as a vampire before,except for the night you told me. You know how to put on quite a show, mister."She decided not to let his display of his true self, the fangs and glowing,blood red eyes, bother her. He was who and what he was and couldn't change ifhe wanted too. She had to accept him because the alternative, living withouthim, would be unbearable. He actually hadn't lost control and bitten her, whichmade for a good thing. He'd shown restraint. She could trust him. Moving closer, she took in the magnificent sight ofhim. Her young man from Elounda made her quiver, and she yearned for his bodylike no other man before. Her hand glided over his strong chest and down histaut, well-defined abdomen. She stopped at the area where he had been cut bythe gang member."Did this hurt? Where that kid cut you the othernight?""Nay, not really. After three hundred years, youbecome desensitized to the pain we go through as vampires. I've been cut,sliced, hung, burned, but the worst is going without blood for too long.""It's that painful?""Like dying all over again. You're enraged and woulddo anything, and I'm ashamed to say I have. When I first turned, I didn't knowhow to hunt properly without being caught. I lived in fear and didn't manage myprey very well. I went days, sometimes weeks, without feeding properly.Deprivation of blood is an excruciating hell to live in, one I never wish torepeat. Ian didn't fare much better to our circumstances, since we were turnedat the same time. We learned to hunt together, and we survived for many yearshunting prey in tandem. That's why our on-going conflict is hard for me. Whydoing what I have to do is difficult for me.""You mean kill him? How do you kill a vampire,anyway?" Her hands continued to aimlessly wander over his body as he spoke."Aye. The most efficient way is to cut off their heador run them through the heart." Then he added with a tone of regret, "Ian usedto be my friend."She ran her fingers down a trail leading to the V offine curly raven black hair above his groin. "Now I see why you carry swordsinstead of guns."Chuckling, he said, "A clean cut is surer than puttingrandom holes in an enemy."She paused, and changing the subject, asking, "Do youbecome desensitized to the joys of pleasure over the years, as well?" Shestroked his cock the full length, and even semi-flaccid, he was thick and long.She grinned as he flexed muscles causing a twitch."Nay, the joys of pleasure, especially by you, couldnever desensitize any man." He groaned as he closed his eyes."My, God, you take my breath away." She continuedstroking him, tracing the pronounced vein pulsing on the surface. "How did ithappen?""What? This? I was born with a big cock, lass. Made toplease the women in my life." He fell back on the bed pillow. "Don't stop whatyou're doing, love."She snorted. "Oh, you think you're clever." Shesqueezed him gently. "I meant what happened to ruin your friendship.""Do not toy with a man like that if all you want to dois talk instead of indulging in carnal pleasures.""I just want to get to know more about you. Whatcarnal pleasures would you like to indulge in, Mr. MacKenzie?" She tickled himalong his inner thighs and up under his balls, and then stretched out besidehim, cradling her head on his shoulder."Love, I'll give you all night to stop torturing melike that.""As long as you give me what I want in return." Shewent back to stroking his growing erection. He may be over three hundred yearsold, but he can perform and recover like no normal twenty-seven year old I everknew."I have to admit Ian was right about one thing. Ye'r atough negotiator, Miss Fleming. Anything, anything you want is yers." He turnedto the side, propping up on his elbow."I told you what I want. Talk to me. Tell me aboutIan.""He's evil. Bad news. You need to stay away from him.End of story. Now let's get back to the carnal pleasures." He ran his fingersthrough her hair, pulling her close enough to kiss. "By the way, I haven't toldyou yet. I like yer hair this way. It definitely suits you.""Thanks, but no changing the subject. Why aren't youfriends anymore? He couldn't have been evil when you were friends, unless youwere evil too?" She hesitated with the last part of her question. Maybe evilruled him when he first transformed. He'd hinted as much earlier. He may havechanged for the better while Ian never changed."Ye'r not going to let this go are you?""No and just to let you know I'm a woman used togetting what she wants once I set my mind to it." * * * *BLURB FOR A Vampire in Paris:For over two hundred years, London-based security andprivate investigator, Ramsey Weiss has existed as the quintessential confirmedbachelor. New Years' Day he is dispatched to Paris, France, to rescue anabducted cosmetics company heiress. In the melee, he butts heads with anunexpected woman.Camille du Bassin is the head chemist at Institut deBeauté Biologique and her niece has been kidnapped. She teams up with a privatesecurity investigator with special skills hired by her brother. The twounlikely pair work together playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse not onlywith each other, but battle an evil ancient vampire determined to take Camilleas his consort. Somewhere along the journey, Camille and Ramsey are surprisedby the physical attraction that develops between them, denying the attraction.Just when the two lovers' think their love can beforever...Fate steps in to challenge the power of their love. UNEDITED ADULT EXCERT:"I'm a goddamn investigator and I didn't see throughher lies? I read her thoughts and no deceit surfaced." With a clenched jaw, theanger welled inside, churning and burning his insides. Was he more angered atthe duplicitous vixen or at his own foolishness? He had let his lustful vampireways cloud his judgment and for that he deserved reprimand.What the bloodybollocks is going on?Air, he needed air and blood. Grabbing his leatherjacket, he threw it on and charged out the front door. The frigid air burned hisflaring nostrils. Shadowed illumination of the scattered streetlights danced inghostly patterns across the path he traveled. Trails of misty breath fellbehind him; the same weather seemed to follow him from London, only in Paristhe air seemed less humid. The hour lingered late for humans, but not tocreatures such as him. Bloodlust drew him into a direction of the old ways,hunting human prey unlike the normal synthetic and blood bank supplies henormally drank for major feeding. His mind raced, realizing but ignoring, thisavenue of action would lead to danger. Something in the air drew him in.Throwing caution to the wind, he blindly traipsed into the darkness.The sliver of moon barely cast a shine down upon thenarrow streets Ramsey canvassed. The street lamps dimmed in the early morninghours casting slight illumination, yet twinkled enough from the diamond stud inhis ear to reflect off the storefront windows he passed. No humans were aboutat that hour and his body twitched and shivered from the cold. He craved bloodto sate his anger and thirst. Then, he caught scent of prey. Young, sexy andfemale. Two prime targets. The aromatic spices of a nearby restaurantintermingling with their sickening sweet perfumes wafted through the air. Thethin edge of his tense lips curved into a smile. His favorite odds—two women,one vampire. A tongue slipped out to wet the pale red flesh of his mouth.The prey drew near. Abruptly, Ramsey stopped. He heardsomething—talking and laughing. No, more like giggles. The pair conversed abouttheir time spent at a nightclub. With his exceptional hearing, he knew theycould be anywhere within a block radius. He needed to fine tune his senses, cutout all the extraneous night sounds and smells in order to home in on their voicesand smells.To his right, down the side alley, he turned and movedwith speed, listening, straining to follow the voices. Coming around the cornerof the brick building, the women emerged into view twenty yards ahead. Scanningthe immediate area for other humans, he found none. Without a moment ofhesitation, Ramsey swooped forward and possessed them, curling a hand tightlyinto the long blonde locks of one and the other hand around the waist of thebrunette. Taking what he wanted, tasting the sweetness of strong defiance andsurprise from both young women had his blood burning, but turned him on."BonsoirMameselles," his French accent sounded lame. He'd thought he could havebeen more suave with a British accent than the attempt he made. Anger over Giselleclouded his rational thinking. His libido fizzled, but not the bloodlust. Pull yourself together dude.The first one whose hair tangled in his hand tried tocry out, but no words escaped. A mental mind command touched each woman,demanding acquiescence and not to struggle against his hold. They were toidentify the pain as pleasure when his embrace tightened, lowering his mouth tothe exposed neck of the petite brunette.Ramsey pressed forward, off-balancing the tallerwoman, forcing her to grab his arm. He pulled his fangs from the tender fleshof the petite female, easing her to the ground. Turning his attention to theother one, he pulled her closer. He loved his women blonde, and this oneresembled Giselle. Bloody fuck! Adrenalineflowed through his veins from the warm blood he just consumed. The high set hissenses on overload and made his cock hard again. His cool lips pressed a kisson the plump lips of the mesmerized look-alike blonde, sampling, parting them.With a quick thrust of his tongue, he plunged inside her mouth with the forceof a predatory animal, not gentle lover.The only desire throbbing in the silence of the nightbeat from the two women's hearts, and his. Bloodlust consumed him, wrong as itmay be, he couldn't resist the pull. He jerked free from the blonde's lips andshe stumbled back. He caught her in a tight embrace and scraped fangs along thelength of her neck, the scent of her pulsing red elixir consumed him down tothe bone. Drinking deeply, Ramsey forced himself to stop as the woman's bloodflow slowed. Withdrawing his sharp fangs and a sound like a groan escaped himas he lowered the blonde to lean against the other woman.Standing back from the scene, he slid his tongue overhis lower, engorged lip and felt a trickle of blood then wiped it away. Withone more mind touch command, he left the two, unconscious, slumped leaning intoeach other. After he'd leave, they would wake not knowing what happened otherthan they had drunk too much and passed out on the street. No pain orrecollection of what he really did to them remained imprinted on their brains.Turning for the townhouse, he disappeared into the shadows of the night feelingsated, but not satisfied with what he had just done.Clouds skittered over the slivered moon and the windshifted, carrying the spicy perfume from the abandoned women in the air. Thenew warmth he experienced from the infusion of fresh blood deferred the coldbreeze brushing across his face. With eyes and ears alert, he scanned the areato make sure no one witnessed his evening snack. Wanting to avoid a potentialdiscovery, he slinked faster into the darkness dodging streetlights. A doghowled around the corner from the row of townhouses as he approached theentrance. The vampire newly arrived in Paris glanced over his shoulder as hetwisted the knob and entered. No onefollowed. Good.Heat drowned him in some strange, like a welcominglover, fondling as only she could. An aura encircled him as he stood paralyzedin the salon. The feeling sent shivers down his spine. He shook it off. The same as earlier. Must be a signatureresidue from Silene's presence.Yet what he inhaled was something overwhelminglyseductive, an earthy sweetness, powerful and feminine, and God help him, hewanted it. What drew him out into the night was his desire for Giselle andtaking the blonde on the street fulfilled that lust. Except, he needed morethan the kiss and blood he stole. The kiss was sweet, like Giselle's. At thetime, domination of the female raged in his veins, to press his hard bodycloser to her, to push his building hardness between her legs, to feel her legswrapped around his waist because he missed Giselle. Their sex and bloodexchange and…Bloody bollocks!The deep voice of his moral subconscious startled him out of his reverie. Hehad to get to the bottom of the deceit by Giselle. Regardless of the time ofmorning and the possibility the client could be asleep; he rustled through thedossier and found the phone number for Étienne du Bassin.If you wish to see more, you can find me at my website: http://cynthiaarsuaga.weebly.com or on my new blog: http://romanticwordsbycynthia.blogspot.com and you can find my books at www.store.secretcravingspublishing.com and at Amazon.com, Bookstrand, ARe and Barnes & Noble.

Cynthia Arsuaga

This week's guest author should have asked for the frequent flier plan... not that we have one here on Sealed with a Kiss, but we could at least take up collection and get her a toaster or something, right? 
The wildly talented Cynthia Arsuaga is Back and naturally, I am thrilled that she is. Of course, she's sure to treat us right and give us our money's worth. She always does. And in return, we all promise to leave a comment and/or buy any of her books we don't already have in our collection. Right? You betcha!! 
Okay, well I'm not the reason you're here, Cynthia is, so let's get this party started!!!!



Hi Everyone,Thanks to Robin for having me here this week!I'm doing something a little different this time,since I've been here with Robin several times and tend to do the same thing.It's the end of October and Halloween around the corner, so the first coupledays I'm talking about my two series of vampires at Secret Cravings Publishing, BornVampire and Forces of Beauty . The rest of the week, I have a few newexcerpts from upcoming releases in other genres.Today, I'll start with the Born Vampire Series andgive a glimpse into the two books in release, Born to Be Wild and Bornto Play . Books three and four are started and hopefully I can get tofinishing them in the next several months! One centers around a new characterintroduced at the end of Born to Play . He's my cowboy vampireand he has an interesting past and will hook-up with a Russian ballerina. Yeah,real fun. The tentative title is Born on Pointe . The other is BornAgain in Dreams and features Sorin who was introduced in Bornto Be Wild . This one is intense and is already giving me the chillswriting it.If you wish to see more, you can find me at mywebsite: http://cynthiaarsuaga.weebly.comor on my new blog: http://romanticwordsbycynthia.blogspot.comand you can find my books at www.store.secretcravingspublishing.comand at Amazon.com, Bookstrand, ARe and Barnes & Noble.Without further ado, here's the blurbs and excerptsfrom Bornto Be Wild and Born to Play .
Alexandra Carlton, Alex to her friends, the only girlborn into a family of vampire hunters with strict rules. She lived and huntedby the Code. Despite insecurities and self-esteem issues about her appearance,she eagerly tracks a rogue vamp carrying a contagious virus, deadly to vampiresand humans alike, to prove her worth, to her family and herself.Alex meets Stefan Marin, a brooding 500 year oldvampire. He helps her not only on her quest but tames her wildest passions anddiscovers the true beauty within her, the beauty he loves.Together Alex and Stefan break all the rulesuncovering more than a virus—hot sex, an uptight FBI Special Agent, spanking,hot sex, a nosy, meddling brother, more hot sex, bondage and submission,murder, and bad vampires.Will their love survive the wild side they were bornto live?
ADULT EXCERPT:The conversation and the wine moved to the living roomand the subject changed from the rogue to their personal lives. Alex sat at oneend of the leather sofa, far enough away from Stefan's touch as not to distracther. During the time spent at his desk searching vamps on the computer theirthighs brushed. And their fingers touched meeting at the keyboard. Every timethey brushed their body parts, her heart pounded in her chest. Due toexhaustion and arousal, keeping feelings and thoughts in check became moredifficult as the hours passed. She reminded herself he's a player, a vamp,ignore him, keep her mind on business. Wartsand scars.Now, sitting on the sofa, sipping the wine, her mindwandered. Alone with a dangerous enforcer vampire should have been enough toscare the shit out of anyone. Standing before her, was a man, a gorgeous,intelligent man and more than anything right now, she wanted him to kiss herlike he did last night. Passionately…hard…Toe curling; peel me off the ceilingkind of kissing."Tell me about yourself Alexandra. I don't knowanything about you other than you're from Florida, a vamp hunter, and curselike boys in a locker room."His comment brought her back to reality and squelchedher sexual appetite. For now. "Okay. You already know the best parts of me."She chuckled quietly. "What else would you like to know?""I want to know more. More intimately perhaps thanwhere you're from and what you do for a living." He moved closer across thesofa.Are you readingmy mind again Stefan? Damn you if you are? Meeting her accusatory stare, hestopped, moving close to her. "Ah ha, you are aren't you?" Putting thewineglass down, she stood in a huff. "I can't stay here. You'll attack me whileI'm asleep!"He rose from the sofa, standing within inches of her.The physical closeness sent shivers down her spine and her pulse raced. Exceptfor the strong chemistry and physical attraction between them, they were polaropposites. She wanted him; to know everything about him intimately too. Herpussy tingled and the dampness in her panties caused her to draw in a deepbreath. He's a vampire and would probably smell her arousal. Dammit! How can I hide my desire now?"You can't prinţesamea." He closed the distance between them. He ran his fingers along hercheek and down under her chin, lifting it slightly. He lowered his lips tohers, brushing them ever so close without touching.Is he waitingfor me to make the final move? Awkward.What is wrong with me? Of course she wanted him to kiss her. God this is breaking one of the rules. Ohhell, go for it Alex, girl! Reaching up, she put her hands around his neck,pulling his lips to hers. Electricity pulsed through her.His mouth covered hers hard, devouring her thoughts,her body, her very soul. He wrapped her tightly in his embrace, so tight as toalmost squeeze off her breath. The heat of their passion rose, an intensity sohot she felt her blood warming her skin from the inside out.The kiss from the night before was fierce, far hotterthan the best of the guys she had been with back home in Florida. In fact,nothing in her experience compared to this. Her arms glided over his body,through his hair, down his back, squeezing his tight butt cheeks. There was nogetting enough of him. She wanted to feel her skin touching his. Their tonguesdanced and explored each other, drawing circles around the insides of each other'smouths.Suddenly, he broke off the kiss, stepping back andturning away from their embrace."What's wrong Stefan? Did I think something perverseeven for you?"He turned to face her. His eyes glazed a deep, fieryred. Frightened by the expression on his face, her heart slammed hard in herchest. Instinct told her, find clutch with stake and holy water, rememberingthey were in the study. Dammit!"Alexandra, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.""Yeah, right. I knew you only wanted me for my blood.""No, not true and that's really unfair. You arebecoming so much more to me and before this goes any farther, we need to get afew things settled between us." His voice carried a sensual, velvety quality.Alex lowered her guard, slightly. Her hunter defenses remained on alert.
ONE VAMPIRE, ONE WOMAN, ONE CONTRACT, ONE WEEK TOPLAY.Candi Hartz, is a romance author in a lovelessmarriage. One fateful night, she follows the cheating husband to the localvampire sex club and meets the vamp owner. Her life takes a drastic turn whenwith one kiss she enters the world she only read about.Gregori Van Zant is a dangerous vampire. As the headof the Mid-Atlantic Blood Family of vampires, he can have any vamp or humanwoman at his disposal. One night, a captivating woman walks into his club andhe devises a plan.The two lovers come together and sign a contract—anexchange of sex for research. Candi is born to play and Gregori is anxious toshow her. An old enemy of Gregori's arrives unexpectedly and disrupts theirplans. With a final battle looming on the horizon, will the two fated loversfind love eternal or will death play a part?
ADULT EXCERT:"But, Katje."He tipped her chin up to pin her with a hard red-rimmed silver stare. "Ifyou're hurting or frightened, you have to tell me. I know you're new at this,but you have to be open and honest and tell me without hesitation." His lipscurled up. "If I'm keyed into your thoughts and body, I'll know and I expectyou to share what you experience with me. It's part of the learning process.Tonight we will explore together what those limits are."He sensed her tension build again, her thoughts, heremotions rambled. The confusion he realized she had about having sex with him,no matter how good he'd make it, had her twisted in an exciting mix of nervesand arousal. "Sir, I think this might have been a mistake.""You think too much," he murmured, releasing her handsto tangle his fingers in her hair. "This is enjoyment for both of us, safe andconsensual. Nothing will happen to you without agreeing. Of course, I've neverhad any complaints either." A wicked grin appeared as he tilted her head back,and his mouth closed on hers in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft and supple,and he loved the taste and pliancy of her lips. His tongue was hot, hard, andprobing. Their tongues danced together, saliva melting from one mouth to theother. Her skin heated beneath his touch.Hooking a finger under the bra strap of one, and theother, he lowered them off each shoulder. Reaching around the back, he unhookedthe fasteners, releasing the lace cups to fall free from her body. Her swollenbreasts sprang out from their confines for him to fondle. He rolled her nipplesand pinched until they hardened into little tight buds between his thumb andforefinger, teasing until he gained a vocal response. She moaned, weavingfingers through his silky hair. Yes, giveinto your arousal, Katje. He forced his thoughts into her mind.Breaking the kiss, he stepped back, leaving her out ofbreath and eyes glistening. His Katje was a submissive woman ready to play.Gregori's vision changed from sharp and clear to a blood-red haze, his mouthtingled, fangs ached deep to drop down. "Turn around and move up onto the bed."Surprised and pleased as she obeyed him without hesitation, crawling cat-likeonto the mattress, keeping her high-heeled clad feet elevated, he smiledinwardly.Unbuckling his belt, he yanked his zipper down, anddoffed his black boots. The jeans slipped from around his hips and thighs, andonce at his ankles, he kicked them aside. He moved onto the bed behind her. HisKitten was coming around. "Stay on your hands and knees, and don't move. Do youunderstand?" he added in a commanding tone.She didn't respond."You say, 'Yes, Sir,' or 'Yes, Master,' so I know youare hearing me.""Oh…yes, sir," she murmured, barely above a whisper,and shivered."Nice. Very nice indeed." He stroked her back thenkissed a path down her spine. His hands rested on her hips and his thumbstraced patterns over her ass. He shifted his weight to kneel behind her morecomfortably. The heat of his mouth fastened on the fleshy part of her rear end,and he sucked hard as she jerked forward in response."Don't move I said, mijn schat." His hand pressed the small of her back, the palm notmoving until she resumed the original position, hands and knees braced on thebed. When she complied, he continued the caress, massaging her buttocks. "Youhave a beautiful ass, Katje. Theperfect size for my hands and spanking."She jerked again."Don't worry, nothing intense tonight," he interjectedwith a chuckle.His fingers slid down the crack between her cheeks,and touched her folds so gentle and light, she moaned. "You're already wet forme, Katje," he hissed between histeeth. He slid his fingers through her wetness several times, igniting the fireflaring along her slit, and with hips squirming uncontrollably under his nimbleministrations. He sensed the struggle within her body and her thoughts wrestledto maintain her hands and knees in their same position."You didn't move. Such a good girl," he said with anapproving tone. To train a proper sub took time, building confidence and trust,but he had the time constraint of one week. To convince this little human female,his Katje, and putting her on afast-track may prove to be more a challenge than he expected. Hell, somethingabout this woman stirred his being, his very soul, and he would do whatever hecould to bring her into his domain.
Born to Be Wild: http://youtu.be/35twC33ChMABorn to Play: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kJKN5vmvgw&feature=youtube

Six Sentence Sunday

This week's SSS post comes from a current WIP and a new genre for me. I'm discovering romantic thrillers are tons of fun. All the action and suspense of  my usual vampire/paranormal with all the love and heat of contemporary romance. Here's my cover muse, a snip of a blurb and my SSS! Enjoy!!



Asavage serial killer is on the loose targeting young female singers in Houston.Thespecial task force has a lead, but the next singer believed to be on the killer'slist, refuses protection. Undercoverdetective, Scott Diamond, is the only one who can get close enough to keep RonnieLayne safe without alerting the killer. Forcedto hide out at Scott's grandparent's farm, will he be able to keep her out ofharm's way, or will Ronnie's stubborn streak lead her straight into the path ofcertain death.Sometimes protecting your heart is just as dangerous as protecting a life!! 


SSS:"Ithought you said we weren't going to do this again?"ScottDiamond interlocked his fingers, tucked his hands behind his head and gazedat Megan Taylor wearing nothing but his unbuttoned dress shirt as she peeredout his bedroom window. The soft glow of the early morning dawn cast a goldenhue around her curvy silhouette, stirring residual desires he'd thought for sureshe had already quenched. "We aren'tdoin' this again."Meganturned, offering a crooked grin, slinked back to the bed and straddled him."That's not what you said half an hour ago when you tossed me onto your bed."

Welcome Guest Author, Drea Becraft

Today's guest is an author who is near and dear to my heart, Drea Becraft.
Though we have never met face to face, we text, call and email all the time and I am very pleased to call her my friend. So pleased, in  fact, that I actually call her "wifey". The reason? Well, sometimes this lady is so busy she tires me out just by sharing her day with all of us in her Yahoo Group.
Three adorable daughters, a great husband (who should probably count as a fourth kid), housework, a couple of mischievous cats and a writing career, is enough to wear anyone out. (I won't even think of mentioning her laundry.)
One frustrating and over-stressed day, I told her that she'd make the perfect wife for me, should I ever want one. She responded by offering to drive all the way from Ohio to Texas just to clean my house. Needless to say, that instantly earned her the title of being my "wifey". The men in our lives will just have to understand...LOL!
I could go on and on, but that's not what you're here for. So how about a little peek into her world instead?
Ahem, Drea, take it away!!
TimeManagement

            I have many titles sister, wife,friend, author, but the most important title I own is mom.  Being the mother of three girls at such ayoung age has been quite a learning experience. Did you know that girls may not be as rough as boys, but oh do they makeup for it with drama.  Luckily mine areall under the age of eight and reasonably spaced apart so I haven't had such abig curve ball thrown at me such as periods, boyfriends, oh and the dreaded sextalk yet, but I am sure once I get there it will be a world of experience.            I just began writing books a littleover a year and a half ago after years of reading.  I never imagined I would start writing, butwhen my overactive imagination wouldn't let me rest, I used it as an outlet tolet out a little stress that comes along with everyday life.             I don't have a steady writingschedule therefore maybe three or four books a year get written since I have towrite around getting two kids on and off the bus, cleaning the house, cookingdinner, and all the social networking of it all.  I also review for my own review blog, with upto 30 reviews a month, run two other blogs, and do my own website, so I am onevery busy Drea.            I always get the messages asking, 'How the hell do you do it all and stillbe sane?' I am very OCD so when I start something it's really hard to stopuntil I know it's perfect…we don't want to go into how many times I've changedmy banner or my website lol.            So recently I have put myself on astrict schedule.  Set days for promo,reviews, writing, and all the other things that comes with being an author(until recently I had no idea how much that truly was) and have been reallycrappy at sticking to it.  Like any otherperson I forget things, but try like hell not to.  But mostly my big thing is trying not to overextend myself because all it takes is one bad cold from one kid and I am outfor the count for days.              So how do you manage your time?  Do you have to make a schedule or are you amore of a fly by the seat of your pants kind of person?            In my newest release, Timing IsEverything, my hero and heroine work around a schedule with a baby and find ithard to juggle the work force with the parent force.
Mandyonly wanted one thing in life–to have a family. With no other options availableto her, Mandy seeks out to adopt a child to call her own. Then a favor for afriend turns her world upside down and inside out.Dmitriis on a mission to expand his business, but when his ex drops their baby on hisdoorstep for him to raise, Dmitri's plans start to venture into unknownterritory. If it weren't for Mandy, his whole world would be in shambles.Both Mandy and Dmitri have their own crosses tobear but Dmitri can't imagine life without her. In a situation neither of themplanned on, can they get past their differences and find happiness together?

Excerpt:            "I have eight hours before we leave."            "It takes at least anhour to get there, add in the cavity search you have to go through, and baggagecheck and you're going to be lucky if you make it on time if you leave right now." As if on cue the buzzer arming the front doors went off as Tim's facefilled the small screen in the corner of Sasha's desk.  "Looks like hubby'shere so time to go."            "If you need anythingyou'll call me, right?"            "Not unless thereisn't other option."            "You can call meanytime." At the door Sasha entered her pin number into the key pad and pushedthe door open slightly.            "It's your honeymoon. Go have fun and don't worry about work.Everything's under control." Making a shooing motion with her arms, Mandy smiledat Tim as he opened the door and stuck his head in giving her a wink.             "You heard the woman,it's our honeymoon.  Besides, I plan onkeeping you too busy to even remember your name, let alone  who you work for." Kissing his wife on the cheek before grabbing her hand, Mandy watchedas the two left the office without another word.            Despite her anger over the weddingshe should've been at, Mandy really did like Tim.  The love he showed for her friend was one sheenvied and hoped some man would share with her one day.  Until then she'd watch the love those twoshared and be as happy as she could for them both.            Hours later Mandy sat at hercomputer when the buzzer filled the office. Turning to look into the monitor, the site of a lady with a carrierfilled the screen.  Pushing the button toallow her to enter, the cries of a baby filled the office before either motheror child entered the space.  Once insideMandy was struck by the site of the woman as the door closed behind her.            "Can I help you?" Raising up from behind the desk, Mandy looked down at the baby coveredin a pink blanket.            "Yeah, I'm here todrop this off."             "Sure, I can take thatenvelope for you." Holding out her hand for the envelope in the woman's hand, Mandy waited patiently for it to be handed over.            "Not the envelope youtwit, the baby." Lifting the carrier up onto the counter, the woman set the envelope onthe desk beside it.            "Excuse me? Did youjust say the baby?"
Blurb:Timing Is EverythingReleaseDate: October 17, 2011Buylinks: http://dreabecraft.com

Six Sentence Sunday

I know it's only October, but I'm hoping posting an unedited snip from my upcoming Christmas Novella releasing December 15th will bring much needed wintry weather to my neck of the woods, deep in the heart of east Texas!!! 

Exiled to Texas to attend college,Beverly Hills' debutant, Lola Brennan was encouraged to experience life andlearn the value of a dollar, but instead, partied, played and blew through hertrust fund. Having no other choice, her parentscut her off, and insist she return home for the holidays. Dante Brewer, raised by his singlePuerto Rican mother has had a hard life. Texas was the one place he could getthe education he needed to better their lives. Halfway across the country, he'sdevastated to learn that his little sister needs a kidney transplant and herlife depends on him getting back home to East L.A.Paths collide in a heated rush whenLola and Dante's plane tickets are simultaneously lost and fate sends them on across country trek in a classic 1953 Cadillac Lemans convertible. Racing against the clock, can theyreach California before the 'spoiledlittle rich girl' kills the 'hoodrat', or is a taste of life from the other side of the tracks exactly whatthey both needed?ADULT SSS: Lola's hand skimmed down Dante'schest and she cupped his crotch, gently squeezing his hardening bulge. Hepulsed against her as she rubbed harder, encouraging him to rise to theoccasion. That definitely wasn't a problem. Dante's fingers slipped between herlegs and he thought he would explode right then and there when he grazed the cool,dampened fabric of her lacy panties. He had never been this far before. What was hesupposed to do next? 

Bare Chest -vs- Hairy Chest!!!

Thought I would have a little fun today, since I'm pretty much on the brink of insanity anyway. Why not enjoy every moment of my lunacy?
[image error]     While blog hopping, which I do sometimes when my muse is being stubborn, I noticed a couple of things. One, there are some really hot blogs out there and, two, those blogs have book covers featured with some pretty hot men on them. Yayy for that, right?
    This got me to thinkin'.... Hmmm, what's the fascination with a hairy chest?
[image error]     My friends and I have had this discussion before. Some like lots of manly hair, whereas I prefer a chest with as little hair as possible until we get to the treasure trail. But even then, I prefer everything nice, neat and trimmed. Men should tend to their gardens just like women tend theirs, though I don't expect men to go so far as waxing...leave torturing for the stronger sex...WOMEN!
    Anywhooo... This preference has shown up in all of my books and it made me wonder if all authors write their heroes according to their own desires, likes and dislikes.
    I find myself imagining the man of my dreams, then describe him accordingly.
    Naturally, I change him up from character to character so I'm not just putting a different face on the same ol' body.
I can't explain why I like 'em this way, but I do.
    I have two teen daughters. The youngest, who just turned fourteen, used to have a school girl crush on, no surprise here, Justin Beiber.
    My older daughter, sixteen, teased her once about her 'BOY crazy preferences', citing that she only liked 'pre-pubescent' boys. (I prefer her to like them that way, too, thank you very much! :-) )
To which the younger one's expression pinched and her immediate response ensued, "Ewww, who would like a boy with all that nasty hair ?"
My sentiments exactly my dear!
My eldest shrugged and replied.  "She has a point. Too much is just gross."
    Now don't get me wrong, I don't encourage my darling daughters to drool over men and I certainly don't want them anywhere near a bare or hairy chest for several more years, but it does make me wonder... Did I instill that preference in them or where they born with it?
    My late husband, their dad, had very little hair on his chest and I liked that. My mother says that my dad was skinny and hairless until he his late twenties and Lord, you don't want me to describe the forest that grew after that. I shudder when thinking of those summers spent water skiing and boating on the lake.  Not a pretty site. Sorry, dad!!
    Ah hah! Did my aversion begin there? Can I blame this one on my parents', too? LOL! If so, how do I explain my daughters? Leaves a lot to be pondered, doesn't it?
    Perhaps it has more to do with society and the media. We blame that for most everything else, don't we? After all, my early, formative years took place in the 70's, where mustaches were thick, hair was long and chests were hairy.
    Now, I gotta admit, Tom Selleck still does it for me today. Maybe one of the few older men who makes me starry eyed at the mere thought of a cocky smile... and those dimples....ahhhh....oh snap! Where were we?
    Oh yeah, today's yummy offerings.
    Now instead of Magnum PI , we get Thor. ... Yes, that's a shirtless Chris Hemsworth.  (please note that perfect little treasure trail....sigh...)
    So maybe you see my dilemma....or is there a dilemma at all? I mean, is there any rhyme or reason to why we like what we like? Is a hairy chest preference just as simple as preferring a tall man to a short man, blonde hair and blue eyes to darker features or vice versa?
    Or could this entire post have more to do with me just needing an excuse to share photos of half naked men.... in which case... does any of it even matter?
     Probably not, but it sure was fun thinking about it!!
    Whatever you prefer, just be sure to enjoy the hell out of it and appreciate men in general.  They are all gorgeous .... hairy or not!!