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July 1, 2011
Happy Friday!!!Danielle Gavan has been a super guest, whi...
Happy Friday!!!
Danielle Gavan has been a super guest, which came as no surprise as she is a super person as well!!
Her last day has come and though I am bummed that he must hop off to another lucky blog, I am thrilled that she left one final little gift.
Grab a cool drink and maybe even a bag of popcorn and enjoy Danielle's last spotlighted book "Cursed"...
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Sidony Tassen hasn't had an orgasm in any of the last one hundred years of her life. Found naked in the king's bed on her twenty first birthday, Sidony is cursed to remain unsatisfied until she can find the key which unlocks her sexual prison.Join the ageless vampire on her sultry sexcapades filled with court intrigue, betrayal, and a ménage-à-trois that will keep you hungry until the very last page.Bonus Material: A short story from Tarnished Tiaras is included, as well as a free five chapter excerpt of Possession is Nine Tenths – Arduer.
Content advisory: Contains scenes of m/f sex, m/f/m sex, oral sex. Intended for adults only.
Excerpt:Rain battered and spat on the window of the cozy B&B where Michael had stopped for the night. The sounds of the storm blended with the shush of the shower and frenetic sighs of the man beneath the rush of water.Michael's lavender eyes gazed out the mullioned, rain-drenched window. The mist rolled over the emerald carpet of the hills. It ran over the dips and rises, a secret lover fleeing the angry droplets of a jilted spouse come home too soon.He saw none of it.Every thought was focused on the scene playing out in his mind's eye. Glimpses of chestnut curls, voluptuous breasts and creamy, silken skin. She had been on his mind and in Michael's dreams forever."Sidony."Michael sighed as his hand worked up the length of his shaft. The smooth skin of his palm covered the velvety tip and squeezed lightly before it resumed with a downward stroke.The icy water from the shower slid over his flesh but did nothing to cool the burning heat in Michael's veins. Their latest dream rendezvous had been cut off again and left him molten with need. His fist pumped furiously up and down the granite length of his cock as he pictured the way Sidony had writhed for him. She'd been poised on the edge, every cry and whimper gliding over his senses and pulling him along with her. He understood the demands of her career but the frequent interruptions were trying his patience. Michael needed to get to her, and soon.Thoughts focused on Sidony, Michael worked his turgid flesh. Each glide of his hand a reminder of where he needed, wanted, to be – balls deep inside of the woman he was destined to be with. Several more sweat and shower slick strokes brought on the muscle tightness and tingling at the base of Michael's spine that heralded his release – and another night alone. The hand on his shaft moved quickly while the other kneaded and rolled the contents of his sack. His forehead pressed against the cool tile. His cry resonated through the small bathroom as thick, creamy jets of cum streamed from his erection to coat the walls. Michael waited until the tremor in his muscles settled before rinsing off the evidence of his activity and leaving the shower. He wrapped a thick towel around his waist and padded out to sit on the end of the antique poster bed.He sighed heavily and flopped back on the mattress. "Sidony," he whispered. "I can feel you near. Fall asleep and let me in again."She had opened up to him every night in the two weeks since their first encounter. After their failed attempt earlier, her resistance to let him in now puzzled Michael.Their multiple contacts had opened a telepathic channel between them and he tested it in order to draw her out."Sidony. Stop fighting.""Why?"Michael's mind projected her image beside him on the bed and he blinked when she appeared. Her arms were crossed beneath the delicious curves of her breasts. Even fully dressed, she was exquisite and his cock twitched at the sight of her. "You won't tell me who you are or how I can find you. This little charade was fun at first but I'm getting tired of it. You've said you can free me from this curse. Come get me. Prove it."He rolled to his stomach and grimaced when his face connected with the soaked comforter. She was right, and he knew full well that he could go to her anytime he wished."Unlock your door. Trust me, sweetheart. You'll have me tonight. I promise."
[image error] Amazon Author Central Link: http://www.amazon.com/Danielle-Gavan/e/B0047ZWBMO/ref=sr_tc_ep?qid=1309134424
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/danielle-gavan
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/daniellegavan
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/DanielleGavan Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/danielle.gavan Blog: http://everythingerotic.blogspot.com/ Website: http://daniellegavan.net
Danielle Gavan has been a super guest, which came as no surprise as she is a super person as well!!
Her last day has come and though I am bummed that he must hop off to another lucky blog, I am thrilled that she left one final little gift.
Grab a cool drink and maybe even a bag of popcorn and enjoy Danielle's last spotlighted book "Cursed"...
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Sidony Tassen hasn't had an orgasm in any of the last one hundred years of her life. Found naked in the king's bed on her twenty first birthday, Sidony is cursed to remain unsatisfied until she can find the key which unlocks her sexual prison.Join the ageless vampire on her sultry sexcapades filled with court intrigue, betrayal, and a ménage-à-trois that will keep you hungry until the very last page.Bonus Material: A short story from Tarnished Tiaras is included, as well as a free five chapter excerpt of Possession is Nine Tenths – Arduer.
Content advisory: Contains scenes of m/f sex, m/f/m sex, oral sex. Intended for adults only.
Excerpt:Rain battered and spat on the window of the cozy B&B where Michael had stopped for the night. The sounds of the storm blended with the shush of the shower and frenetic sighs of the man beneath the rush of water.Michael's lavender eyes gazed out the mullioned, rain-drenched window. The mist rolled over the emerald carpet of the hills. It ran over the dips and rises, a secret lover fleeing the angry droplets of a jilted spouse come home too soon.He saw none of it.Every thought was focused on the scene playing out in his mind's eye. Glimpses of chestnut curls, voluptuous breasts and creamy, silken skin. She had been on his mind and in Michael's dreams forever."Sidony."Michael sighed as his hand worked up the length of his shaft. The smooth skin of his palm covered the velvety tip and squeezed lightly before it resumed with a downward stroke.The icy water from the shower slid over his flesh but did nothing to cool the burning heat in Michael's veins. Their latest dream rendezvous had been cut off again and left him molten with need. His fist pumped furiously up and down the granite length of his cock as he pictured the way Sidony had writhed for him. She'd been poised on the edge, every cry and whimper gliding over his senses and pulling him along with her. He understood the demands of her career but the frequent interruptions were trying his patience. Michael needed to get to her, and soon.Thoughts focused on Sidony, Michael worked his turgid flesh. Each glide of his hand a reminder of where he needed, wanted, to be – balls deep inside of the woman he was destined to be with. Several more sweat and shower slick strokes brought on the muscle tightness and tingling at the base of Michael's spine that heralded his release – and another night alone. The hand on his shaft moved quickly while the other kneaded and rolled the contents of his sack. His forehead pressed against the cool tile. His cry resonated through the small bathroom as thick, creamy jets of cum streamed from his erection to coat the walls. Michael waited until the tremor in his muscles settled before rinsing off the evidence of his activity and leaving the shower. He wrapped a thick towel around his waist and padded out to sit on the end of the antique poster bed.He sighed heavily and flopped back on the mattress. "Sidony," he whispered. "I can feel you near. Fall asleep and let me in again."She had opened up to him every night in the two weeks since their first encounter. After their failed attempt earlier, her resistance to let him in now puzzled Michael.Their multiple contacts had opened a telepathic channel between them and he tested it in order to draw her out."Sidony. Stop fighting.""Why?"Michael's mind projected her image beside him on the bed and he blinked when she appeared. Her arms were crossed beneath the delicious curves of her breasts. Even fully dressed, she was exquisite and his cock twitched at the sight of her. "You won't tell me who you are or how I can find you. This little charade was fun at first but I'm getting tired of it. You've said you can free me from this curse. Come get me. Prove it."He rolled to his stomach and grimaced when his face connected with the soaked comforter. She was right, and he knew full well that he could go to her anytime he wished."Unlock your door. Trust me, sweetheart. You'll have me tonight. I promise."
[image error] Amazon Author Central Link: http://www.amazon.com/Danielle-Gavan/e/B0047ZWBMO/ref=sr_tc_ep?qid=1309134424
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/danielle-gavan
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/daniellegavan
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/DanielleGavan Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/danielle.gavan Blog: http://everythingerotic.blogspot.com/ Website: http://daniellegavan.net
June 30, 2011
Whew! This week is flying by! Danielle Gavan has kep...
Whew! This week is flying by!
Danielle Gavan has kept us busy and quite entertained with the first two books she brought to share. Getting to know her has been a blast and she's even picked up a fan or two along the way! That's always a wonderful thing!
Today she's sure to add even more fans with this next book. So, settle in and let's get to it.
BE WARNED, THOUGH...IT'S HOTT!!
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Princesses Gone Wild...
It takes a special kind of kiss to wake Sleeping Beauty.The Beast loves to tie up his Beauty, Belle, and he's not afraid to use his riding crop to give her what she needs. Cinderella certainly enjoys her Prince Charming—but the coachman and the Grand Duke will do in a pinch! Tarnished Tiara's brings you all these dirty stories and more. Snow White's got her friendly dwarves to keep her company when her husband is away; and Tink finally gets a taste of Peter.Think you know what happens after the Happily Ever After? Step into the pages and imagine more...
Content advisory: Contains scenes of m/f sex, m/f/m sex, oral sex, light BDSM and anal play. Intended for adults only.
EXCERPT:Bippity Boppity Banged
"Cindy!"The shrill cry stopped the rhythmic pump of Cinderella's fingers as she worked the hard button of flesh between her thighs. Her thumb continued to flicker over the sensitive nub as her release grew closer. Lady Tremaine, her stepmother, only called for Cindy in such a manner if she was upset with something or someone."Cinderella!""What now?" she muttered, pulling her hand free and rolling from her bed. She twitched the folds of her skirts into place and wiped the moisture from her exertions on the light blue material while she walked.As Cindy drew closer to the main floor the deep thrum of male voices reached her ears."Oh, no." Men in the parlor meant another unpleasant afternoon of faking pleasure when she would rather be scrubbing the bathroom tiles with a toothbrush.The door to the parlor burst open and Drizella, the least attractive of her step-sisters, peered out into the hallway."There she is, our little hussy. Come on, then. Hurry it up."Cindy picked up the hem of her dress and moved passed the sneering Drizella."I'm sorry, Ma'am," she responded to her step mother. "I was nearly to my room when you called for me."She took in the two men behind her step-mother and froze. The royal crest sat proudly emblazoned on the breast pockets of both men."Is this the last one?" The man she recognized as the Grand Duke asked."Yes," her step-mother and mistress of their tiny brothel replied. "Cindy is the last of my girls, but I doubt she is the one you are searching for, gentlemen. Our darling Cinderella would never attend a party such as the one the Prince held last evening. His level of debauchery is not something she could endure.""Be that as it may, Lady Tremaine. Prince Tristan has ordered that every woman in the kingdom be searched. There is one he seeks and we will know her when we see the lady in question.""She's no lady." Anastasia snickered. "Just a skinny, ungrateful orphan we've taken into our home."The Grand Duke peered through his monocle at Cinderella and she lifted her chin in defiance. He may be a member of the nobility, but Cindy knew whose thighs he'd been between the night before. A few well-placed words to the right person could ruin a man's reputation, no matter how esteemed he was at court."Yes, well. She will need to be inspected... thoroughly."A hint of a smirk flickered over Lady Tremaine's lips as she tilted her head toward the footman. "You may take her upstairs and inspect her all you'd like, my lord, but you will pay my fee before you leave."
The footman closed the door to Cinderella's room and she turned to face the two men. She approached the Grand Duke and trailed a finger down his shirt front. A hungry, predatory gleam shone from the depths of her light blue eyes."It's good to see you again, Percival. Did you enjoy yourself with Lady Montgomery last night?""But – I" he sputtered, switching tactics. "How could you possibly know if it was me? I did no such thing." She cupped his groin and winked up at him. "Oh, but you did; and you did it wearing a goat's mask, no less. I'd know you even if I was blindfolded in a dark room, Percival."Behind her, the footman snickered and Cindy turned to face him while releasing Percy's balls from her grip. "Don't laugh, Nicholas, or I'll inform Anastasia she gave all the footmen the use of her mouth for the evening. We both know where her aspirations lay and you are far, far below them."Percy wrapped his hands in her hair and Cinderella hissed as he tugged her back against him. His breath warmed the nape of her neck as he bent and grazed the sensitive area with his teeth."If you speak true, then you will also know that the Lady you claim to have seen me with liked things rough. Do you like them rough, Cinderella?"Cindy shuddered as the tension on her hair increased. "You tell me, Percival. Did the woman Tristan dallied with last night like it rough?"It was Percy's turn to hiss and she felt him stiffen behind her. "Prove it. Where is the mark? Let me see it so that I can take you to Prince Tristan.""Oh, no." Cindy laughed. "I won't make it easy for you. If you and Nicholas can pleasure me before I make you spend, I will give you what the Prince wants—me. Fail and you will face Tristan alone."Nicholas grasped the front of her bodice and yanked until the delicate blue material split down the middle. Her breasts sprung free and he eyed them lasciviously."We could simply take you to him and spare ourselves the trouble.""You could, but then you would be denied the chance to ever have a taste of me."Cupping each full mound in a hand, Cindy offered them to Nicholas. A wicked smirk covered her lips as she watched his pupils dilate. He lifted a hand to accept her offer and when the heat of his skin closed over her cooled flesh, she moaned at the delicious contrast. Percy peeled her dress off. She pressed herself against the front of Nicholas and savored the press of his buckles against her skin and the abrasion of his uniform over the sensitive tips of her nipples. The hilt of his sword pressed into her side and she brushed it away as their mouths came together in a hungry kiss.Nimble fingers found the fastenings of Nicholas' pants, and she made short work of releasing his engorged cock. Saliva flooded Cinderella's mouth as she took the eight inches of hard flesh into her hand."Yes," he groaned against her mouth. "Don't be gentle. Please – don't stop."Cinderella gripped the base of his shaft tightly and began moving her hand in a slow, hard pump. She felt Percy grind himself against her backside and tilted her hips back in invitation. A sharp crack sounded through the room and Cindy whimpered as the sting on her backside reawakened the fire which burned in her veins from caressing herself."On the bed, Nicholas." Percy ordered. "I want to watch her suck you while I fuck her."Nicholas nodded and the three of them moved to the large four poster bed. He scooted up to lay on the mattress and Cinderella quickly moved in to pull his buff colored pants down further. Her fingers traced the long line of his cock as she moved closer and flicked her tongue over the purple tip. Cindy heard the hurried rustle of clothes as Percy stripped behind her. She knelt between Nick's thighs and lifted her backside to the Grand Duke as her lips closed around the crown of his erection and she swallowed the entire length down into the back of her throat. The surprised intake of breath from Percy told Cinderella that he'd noticed the wine colored butterfly birthmark hidden on the inside of her left thigh. His fingers traced delicately along the contours and then came down on her bottom in another sharp smack."You," he whispered. "It really is you." Strong fingers parted her and Cindy moaned as Percy explored her folds with the engorged tip of his cock. Like a peach fresh from the harvest, she knew he'd find her plump and overflowing with juicy anticipation. He shoved inside of her and the sharpness of his thrust pushed her further down onto Nicholas' cock. Her teeth grazed over the hard ridge of him and he cried out."That's it. Use your teeth." His fingers locked into Cindy's golden tresses and she increased the speed of her suck to match Percy's thrusts. The musky taste of Nicholas' skin coated her tongue and washed down her throat with each delectable swallow. The deliciousness of being skewered at both ends as the Grand Duke and his footman fucked her burned hot and heady in Cinderella's veins. A thick finger slid between her folds and with the first flick over her clit, she forgot about the challenge thrown down earlier.Her mouth worked up and down the thick length in her mouth. She moaned and whimpered alternately as the thin, salty precum joined the palette of flavor in her mouth and the slamming of Percy's cock inside created a delicious blend of pleasure and pain.Nicholas groaned beneath her, his fingers tightened in Cindy's hair and she stilled her movements as his hips pumped up into her mouth. She felt the pulse quicken in his cock and knew any moment her throat would be coated with his cum.Several frenzied pumps later, Nicholas arched up, locked his body against Cindy and groaned as he wedged the broad purple tip of his cock in her throat and she swallowed the thick creamy spurts of his pleasure.Once his footman was blissfully satisfied, Percy pulled Cinderella off of Nicholas and landed another sharp crack to her backside."You're going to scream for me, my pretty princess, and you're going to do it loud enough Tristan hears you up at the castle."The Prince's dark, mischievous eyes and the hungry look in them as they'd enjoyed each other the previous night flashed through her mind and Cinderella pushed back against Percy's next thrust."Yes. Please, yes," she cried out as she lowered onto her elbows and changed the angle of his penetration. "Show me what kind of animal you really are. Take me harder, faster, please."Percy slammed into her with such force that his balls slapped against her and the sounds of their flesh meeting echoed throughout the room. Cindy pressed her cheek against Nicholas' thigh as her nails dug into his hips to keep herself steady. The combination of pleasure and pain soon overwhelmed her and Cindy reared back, screaming out Tristan's name with her release. Percy followed her a moment later as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her and shouted his pleasure for the entire house to hear. Cinderella collapsed onto the mattress between Percy and Nicholas and the three of them lay together, panting, recovering from their escapade. Nicholas tweaked the tip of one breast and grinned at her. "If Tristan ever tires of you, I'd welcome you in my bed anytime."A snort sounded from behind her and Cindy looked over her shoulder at the Grand Duke. "He's had her, you buffoon. And still demanded we search the Kingdom to find, as he put it, 'The most amazing bed-mate I've ever had the pleasure to encounter'. I don't think our dear Prince will tire of his treasure anytime soon, Nicholas."Nicholas rolled his eyes as Cinderella looked at him. "Maybe not, but a man can dream."Cindy brushed a thick lock of hair from her cheek and gasped as the door to her bedroom flew open to reveal the subject of their conversation."Tristan?"Sensual lips curved into a wicked smile as he surveyed the three of them on the bed. One dark brow rose in question as she slid from the bed and crossed over to him."Am I too late to join the fun then?"She traced a slim finger down the line of buttons on his jacket and smiled up at him. "Not at all. Come."Tristan chuckled softly and hauled her against him. His lips brushed against hers while murmuring, "I plan to – several times."
[image error] Amazon Author Central Link: http://www.amazon.com/Danielle-Gavan/e/B0047ZWBMO/ref=sr_tc_ep?qid=1309134424 Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/danielle-gavan Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/daniellegavan
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/DanielleGavan Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/danielle.gavan Blog: http://everythingerotic.blogspot.com/ Website: http://daniellegavan.net
Danielle Gavan has kept us busy and quite entertained with the first two books she brought to share. Getting to know her has been a blast and she's even picked up a fan or two along the way! That's always a wonderful thing!
Today she's sure to add even more fans with this next book. So, settle in and let's get to it.
BE WARNED, THOUGH...IT'S HOTT!!
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Princesses Gone Wild...
It takes a special kind of kiss to wake Sleeping Beauty.The Beast loves to tie up his Beauty, Belle, and he's not afraid to use his riding crop to give her what she needs. Cinderella certainly enjoys her Prince Charming—but the coachman and the Grand Duke will do in a pinch! Tarnished Tiara's brings you all these dirty stories and more. Snow White's got her friendly dwarves to keep her company when her husband is away; and Tink finally gets a taste of Peter.Think you know what happens after the Happily Ever After? Step into the pages and imagine more...
Content advisory: Contains scenes of m/f sex, m/f/m sex, oral sex, light BDSM and anal play. Intended for adults only.
EXCERPT:Bippity Boppity Banged
"Cindy!"The shrill cry stopped the rhythmic pump of Cinderella's fingers as she worked the hard button of flesh between her thighs. Her thumb continued to flicker over the sensitive nub as her release grew closer. Lady Tremaine, her stepmother, only called for Cindy in such a manner if she was upset with something or someone."Cinderella!""What now?" she muttered, pulling her hand free and rolling from her bed. She twitched the folds of her skirts into place and wiped the moisture from her exertions on the light blue material while she walked.As Cindy drew closer to the main floor the deep thrum of male voices reached her ears."Oh, no." Men in the parlor meant another unpleasant afternoon of faking pleasure when she would rather be scrubbing the bathroom tiles with a toothbrush.The door to the parlor burst open and Drizella, the least attractive of her step-sisters, peered out into the hallway."There she is, our little hussy. Come on, then. Hurry it up."Cindy picked up the hem of her dress and moved passed the sneering Drizella."I'm sorry, Ma'am," she responded to her step mother. "I was nearly to my room when you called for me."She took in the two men behind her step-mother and froze. The royal crest sat proudly emblazoned on the breast pockets of both men."Is this the last one?" The man she recognized as the Grand Duke asked."Yes," her step-mother and mistress of their tiny brothel replied. "Cindy is the last of my girls, but I doubt she is the one you are searching for, gentlemen. Our darling Cinderella would never attend a party such as the one the Prince held last evening. His level of debauchery is not something she could endure.""Be that as it may, Lady Tremaine. Prince Tristan has ordered that every woman in the kingdom be searched. There is one he seeks and we will know her when we see the lady in question.""She's no lady." Anastasia snickered. "Just a skinny, ungrateful orphan we've taken into our home."The Grand Duke peered through his monocle at Cinderella and she lifted her chin in defiance. He may be a member of the nobility, but Cindy knew whose thighs he'd been between the night before. A few well-placed words to the right person could ruin a man's reputation, no matter how esteemed he was at court."Yes, well. She will need to be inspected... thoroughly."A hint of a smirk flickered over Lady Tremaine's lips as she tilted her head toward the footman. "You may take her upstairs and inspect her all you'd like, my lord, but you will pay my fee before you leave."
The footman closed the door to Cinderella's room and she turned to face the two men. She approached the Grand Duke and trailed a finger down his shirt front. A hungry, predatory gleam shone from the depths of her light blue eyes."It's good to see you again, Percival. Did you enjoy yourself with Lady Montgomery last night?""But – I" he sputtered, switching tactics. "How could you possibly know if it was me? I did no such thing." She cupped his groin and winked up at him. "Oh, but you did; and you did it wearing a goat's mask, no less. I'd know you even if I was blindfolded in a dark room, Percival."Behind her, the footman snickered and Cindy turned to face him while releasing Percy's balls from her grip. "Don't laugh, Nicholas, or I'll inform Anastasia she gave all the footmen the use of her mouth for the evening. We both know where her aspirations lay and you are far, far below them."Percy wrapped his hands in her hair and Cinderella hissed as he tugged her back against him. His breath warmed the nape of her neck as he bent and grazed the sensitive area with his teeth."If you speak true, then you will also know that the Lady you claim to have seen me with liked things rough. Do you like them rough, Cinderella?"Cindy shuddered as the tension on her hair increased. "You tell me, Percival. Did the woman Tristan dallied with last night like it rough?"It was Percy's turn to hiss and she felt him stiffen behind her. "Prove it. Where is the mark? Let me see it so that I can take you to Prince Tristan.""Oh, no." Cindy laughed. "I won't make it easy for you. If you and Nicholas can pleasure me before I make you spend, I will give you what the Prince wants—me. Fail and you will face Tristan alone."Nicholas grasped the front of her bodice and yanked until the delicate blue material split down the middle. Her breasts sprung free and he eyed them lasciviously."We could simply take you to him and spare ourselves the trouble.""You could, but then you would be denied the chance to ever have a taste of me."Cupping each full mound in a hand, Cindy offered them to Nicholas. A wicked smirk covered her lips as she watched his pupils dilate. He lifted a hand to accept her offer and when the heat of his skin closed over her cooled flesh, she moaned at the delicious contrast. Percy peeled her dress off. She pressed herself against the front of Nicholas and savored the press of his buckles against her skin and the abrasion of his uniform over the sensitive tips of her nipples. The hilt of his sword pressed into her side and she brushed it away as their mouths came together in a hungry kiss.Nimble fingers found the fastenings of Nicholas' pants, and she made short work of releasing his engorged cock. Saliva flooded Cinderella's mouth as she took the eight inches of hard flesh into her hand."Yes," he groaned against her mouth. "Don't be gentle. Please – don't stop."Cinderella gripped the base of his shaft tightly and began moving her hand in a slow, hard pump. She felt Percy grind himself against her backside and tilted her hips back in invitation. A sharp crack sounded through the room and Cindy whimpered as the sting on her backside reawakened the fire which burned in her veins from caressing herself."On the bed, Nicholas." Percy ordered. "I want to watch her suck you while I fuck her."Nicholas nodded and the three of them moved to the large four poster bed. He scooted up to lay on the mattress and Cinderella quickly moved in to pull his buff colored pants down further. Her fingers traced the long line of his cock as she moved closer and flicked her tongue over the purple tip. Cindy heard the hurried rustle of clothes as Percy stripped behind her. She knelt between Nick's thighs and lifted her backside to the Grand Duke as her lips closed around the crown of his erection and she swallowed the entire length down into the back of her throat. The surprised intake of breath from Percy told Cinderella that he'd noticed the wine colored butterfly birthmark hidden on the inside of her left thigh. His fingers traced delicately along the contours and then came down on her bottom in another sharp smack."You," he whispered. "It really is you." Strong fingers parted her and Cindy moaned as Percy explored her folds with the engorged tip of his cock. Like a peach fresh from the harvest, she knew he'd find her plump and overflowing with juicy anticipation. He shoved inside of her and the sharpness of his thrust pushed her further down onto Nicholas' cock. Her teeth grazed over the hard ridge of him and he cried out."That's it. Use your teeth." His fingers locked into Cindy's golden tresses and she increased the speed of her suck to match Percy's thrusts. The musky taste of Nicholas' skin coated her tongue and washed down her throat with each delectable swallow. The deliciousness of being skewered at both ends as the Grand Duke and his footman fucked her burned hot and heady in Cinderella's veins. A thick finger slid between her folds and with the first flick over her clit, she forgot about the challenge thrown down earlier.Her mouth worked up and down the thick length in her mouth. She moaned and whimpered alternately as the thin, salty precum joined the palette of flavor in her mouth and the slamming of Percy's cock inside created a delicious blend of pleasure and pain.Nicholas groaned beneath her, his fingers tightened in Cindy's hair and she stilled her movements as his hips pumped up into her mouth. She felt the pulse quicken in his cock and knew any moment her throat would be coated with his cum.Several frenzied pumps later, Nicholas arched up, locked his body against Cindy and groaned as he wedged the broad purple tip of his cock in her throat and she swallowed the thick creamy spurts of his pleasure.Once his footman was blissfully satisfied, Percy pulled Cinderella off of Nicholas and landed another sharp crack to her backside."You're going to scream for me, my pretty princess, and you're going to do it loud enough Tristan hears you up at the castle."The Prince's dark, mischievous eyes and the hungry look in them as they'd enjoyed each other the previous night flashed through her mind and Cinderella pushed back against Percy's next thrust."Yes. Please, yes," she cried out as she lowered onto her elbows and changed the angle of his penetration. "Show me what kind of animal you really are. Take me harder, faster, please."Percy slammed into her with such force that his balls slapped against her and the sounds of their flesh meeting echoed throughout the room. Cindy pressed her cheek against Nicholas' thigh as her nails dug into his hips to keep herself steady. The combination of pleasure and pain soon overwhelmed her and Cindy reared back, screaming out Tristan's name with her release. Percy followed her a moment later as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her and shouted his pleasure for the entire house to hear. Cinderella collapsed onto the mattress between Percy and Nicholas and the three of them lay together, panting, recovering from their escapade. Nicholas tweaked the tip of one breast and grinned at her. "If Tristan ever tires of you, I'd welcome you in my bed anytime."A snort sounded from behind her and Cindy looked over her shoulder at the Grand Duke. "He's had her, you buffoon. And still demanded we search the Kingdom to find, as he put it, 'The most amazing bed-mate I've ever had the pleasure to encounter'. I don't think our dear Prince will tire of his treasure anytime soon, Nicholas."Nicholas rolled his eyes as Cinderella looked at him. "Maybe not, but a man can dream."Cindy brushed a thick lock of hair from her cheek and gasped as the door to her bedroom flew open to reveal the subject of their conversation."Tristan?"Sensual lips curved into a wicked smile as he surveyed the three of them on the bed. One dark brow rose in question as she slid from the bed and crossed over to him."Am I too late to join the fun then?"She traced a slim finger down the line of buttons on his jacket and smiled up at him. "Not at all. Come."Tristan chuckled softly and hauled her against him. His lips brushed against hers while murmuring, "I plan to – several times."
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June 29, 2011
Hey everyone! Glad to see you! Yesterday was great a...
Hey everyone! Glad to see you!
Yesterday was great and that excerpt, although a bit dark, was really intriguing. I must admit when I first read it, I was worried. I mean how could anyone get past such a tragic childhood?
Well, as you probably noticed, Ardeur seemed to have managed quite well. From what I gathered in the interview, Brody had a lot to do with that. After all, doesn't every strong woman deserve a sexy, capable man? =^-^=
Today's excerpt will give us a little closer look at Brody and we'll see first hand the dynamics of their relationship. So... stick around!!
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Desperate to evict her demon, Ardeur persuades the Angel of Death to intercede; but the consequences are worse than she realizes. He's playing for keeps. Her freedom might be the end of Ardeur's relationship with Brody and a life away from everything she never thought she'd have in the arms of a werewolf with dimples and a charmer's grin.
Adult Excerpt:(in this scene, Ardy and Brody are reunited) I woke up to the sound of birds chirping on my windowsill and moved to slide out of bed to shut the window. The sharp pain in my temple and the thick feeling of my tongue when I pried it from the roof of my mouth were the first indications that something had gone down while I was sleeping. You got out again, didn't you? How are you doing this?Shadekar's snide laugh slid like oil through my head and made me wince. "Nice jammies you've got there, Sister Mary Floozy Pants.""Jammies? What?" My eyes turned to look downward and I jumped at the sight of the yards and yards of pristine white cotton that covered me from the buttoned collar at my throat to the frilly trim that dangled over my toes. "How in the hell did I get into this? I know you sure as hell didn't put me in it." I fisted my hands in the soft fabric and looked around for clues as I pulled the nightgown off and threw it in the garbage bin. "What the hell?"My bottom was covered in the most modest pair of underpants I had ever seen. They covered me from the top of my thighs to above the dip of my belly button with even more of the pristine white cotton. The crowning insult of the entire outfit was the matronly brassiere that had my chest in a strangle hold the likes of which none of the bras I'd ever been forced to wear could compare with. "Ooh, baby. Now that is some sexy shit there, Blondie." Shade, shut up. This is your fault. Who the hell did this to me?A pair of dark blue eyes under a fringe of unruly black hair played behind my eyes and I groaned. Shade let me see Azrael carrying my sleeping form back to my room, wave his hand over me to change the outfit I'd had on to the one I'd woken up in before he put me in bed and left quietly. "Damn it."It took me all of five minutes to get dressed, brush my teeth and run down the hall. I knew that Rae would be in his office by now and threw the solid oak door open without knocking in my hurry to find out just what he'd seen while Shade had been in control. "Rae, what the hell hap…?"My sentence stopped abruptly as I skidded to a halt behind a tall man with cropped brown hair and the widest shoulders I'd ever seen. "Oh, sorry. You have company - I'll come back later."Rae leaned over to peer around his guest and smiled when he saw me. "Afternoon Ardy, nice to see you're wearing more than what I last saw you in." He waved at one of the chairs in front of his desk. "You might want to stick around. I think you know my guest - Brody?"The big guy turned and I looked up into a pair of eyes I'd thought never to see again. There they were, the eyes I'd seen in my dreams every night and the dimples - oh, god. He still had the dimples and the roguish smile that had charmed me even at the tender age of six. My right hand trembled and it rose to dart out and touch the solid chest that was level with my face. "Oh, shit. You're real."Brody's laugh at my comment was rich, husky and warm like the whisky that I had the night before. His own hand, so much bigger and more tanned than my own pale one came up and caught mine before I could snatch it back. "I'm real and damn happy to have finally found you, again.""Again, what?" I looked up at him, confusion clouding the blue of my eyes. "You found me before?"Azrael rose from his chair and rounded the hand carved oak desk. "I'll leave you two to catch up. There are a few things I need to, um, yeah. I'm just going to go."If either of us heard Rae leave we showed no sign of it. We stared at each other, mesmerized by the fact that we were finally together again."I brought your bag." Brody held up the tattered and patched up satchel that had carried everything I owned for the last seven years.It took a moment of confused blinking before I realized what he was talking about and was able to form a coherent thought. "I, um. How did you get it?"He deposited the bag on the chair next to me and then reached to take my other hand inside of his large one. I couldn't help but look down at our hands and notice the differences between us, the obvious ones and the not so obvious before I pulled my hands free and stepped back out of touching range. It wasn't because I didn't want him touching me; I just never allowed anyone to touch me, ever.Brody was dark where I was light, callused where I was soft and relaxed when I was freaked out despite being thrilled to see him. I opened myself up a bit to taste his energy and what I found had me stumbling back to look up at him, eyes gone wide with wonder. Whatever he was hiding behind the broad shouldered all American boy looks had eyes that glowed gold when it had looked back at me. "What are you?"His eyes flashed gold at my question and then I knew. I felt warm fur brush across my skin and the scents of the forest blew over my senses. "Were wolf?""Yep. Just like the rest of my family." He sat down in the empty chair and smiled up at me before reaching out to take my left hand in his. "Sit with me, please? I'll explain what I meant about finding you again."My denim covered ass parked it in the chair my bag was in and I reached back to jockey it around so I'd have more room to keep my trembling hands out of Brody's. I took advantage of the distraction to settle my emotions and smooth my frayed nerves before turning around to face him once more. "Okay, explain."He leaned forward, elbows on knees and let his hands hang loosely between us. I knew he was giving me the option to take them or not and he was going to be disappointed because I wouldn't, couldn't touch him back. I wanted to, so much, but the fear of rejection ran deep. Shade had been successful in that endeavor. I would never be comfortable with anyone touching me."Do you recall much about what happened just before your accident? Maybe someone was calling out for you to stop?" I nodded, the events before the BMW slammed into me replayed in my mind. "That was me. The voice that tried to stop you from running out in front of that car was mine. I'm the one who called the ambulance and took care of you before it arrived. I stood outside the hospital every damned day while you were there praying to a god that I don't believe in that you'd be okay." He turned his face up toward mine and caught my eyes with his own golden ones. "If I hadn't had that bag of yours I'd have never known to go see Dr. Martals or how to find you after you disappeared from the hospital."The mention of my doctor's name snapped my attention into focus. I pulled my bag around to my lap and ripped it open in search of the notebook that held the details of my life. It was the only place he could have found information about Celine and - oh, shit. "How much of this did you read?"He at least had the decency to blush before responding that he'd read most of it and had seen that I'd remembered him throughout the years. "Even my birthdays. Why?""You were the only person who was ever nice to me; the only person in twenty five years to show me something other than contempt, disgust or fear." Brody reached out to take my hand in his and I scooted back in my chair, the wooden legs scraping against the hardwood of the floor. I stood and hedged toward the door. "I'm sorry, Brody. I've been looking forward to seeing you again since that last time in school but, I can't. I'm too afraid that you'll reject me too once you know what I am."The doorknob was in my hand before I knew it and I was out the door, running down the hall without hearing the words that he spoke next."I know what you are and I'm okay with it."
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Yesterday was great and that excerpt, although a bit dark, was really intriguing. I must admit when I first read it, I was worried. I mean how could anyone get past such a tragic childhood?
Well, as you probably noticed, Ardeur seemed to have managed quite well. From what I gathered in the interview, Brody had a lot to do with that. After all, doesn't every strong woman deserve a sexy, capable man? =^-^=
Today's excerpt will give us a little closer look at Brody and we'll see first hand the dynamics of their relationship. So... stick around!!
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Desperate to evict her demon, Ardeur persuades the Angel of Death to intercede; but the consequences are worse than she realizes. He's playing for keeps. Her freedom might be the end of Ardeur's relationship with Brody and a life away from everything she never thought she'd have in the arms of a werewolf with dimples and a charmer's grin.
Adult Excerpt:(in this scene, Ardy and Brody are reunited) I woke up to the sound of birds chirping on my windowsill and moved to slide out of bed to shut the window. The sharp pain in my temple and the thick feeling of my tongue when I pried it from the roof of my mouth were the first indications that something had gone down while I was sleeping. You got out again, didn't you? How are you doing this?Shadekar's snide laugh slid like oil through my head and made me wince. "Nice jammies you've got there, Sister Mary Floozy Pants.""Jammies? What?" My eyes turned to look downward and I jumped at the sight of the yards and yards of pristine white cotton that covered me from the buttoned collar at my throat to the frilly trim that dangled over my toes. "How in the hell did I get into this? I know you sure as hell didn't put me in it." I fisted my hands in the soft fabric and looked around for clues as I pulled the nightgown off and threw it in the garbage bin. "What the hell?"My bottom was covered in the most modest pair of underpants I had ever seen. They covered me from the top of my thighs to above the dip of my belly button with even more of the pristine white cotton. The crowning insult of the entire outfit was the matronly brassiere that had my chest in a strangle hold the likes of which none of the bras I'd ever been forced to wear could compare with. "Ooh, baby. Now that is some sexy shit there, Blondie." Shade, shut up. This is your fault. Who the hell did this to me?A pair of dark blue eyes under a fringe of unruly black hair played behind my eyes and I groaned. Shade let me see Azrael carrying my sleeping form back to my room, wave his hand over me to change the outfit I'd had on to the one I'd woken up in before he put me in bed and left quietly. "Damn it."It took me all of five minutes to get dressed, brush my teeth and run down the hall. I knew that Rae would be in his office by now and threw the solid oak door open without knocking in my hurry to find out just what he'd seen while Shade had been in control. "Rae, what the hell hap…?"My sentence stopped abruptly as I skidded to a halt behind a tall man with cropped brown hair and the widest shoulders I'd ever seen. "Oh, sorry. You have company - I'll come back later."Rae leaned over to peer around his guest and smiled when he saw me. "Afternoon Ardy, nice to see you're wearing more than what I last saw you in." He waved at one of the chairs in front of his desk. "You might want to stick around. I think you know my guest - Brody?"The big guy turned and I looked up into a pair of eyes I'd thought never to see again. There they were, the eyes I'd seen in my dreams every night and the dimples - oh, god. He still had the dimples and the roguish smile that had charmed me even at the tender age of six. My right hand trembled and it rose to dart out and touch the solid chest that was level with my face. "Oh, shit. You're real."Brody's laugh at my comment was rich, husky and warm like the whisky that I had the night before. His own hand, so much bigger and more tanned than my own pale one came up and caught mine before I could snatch it back. "I'm real and damn happy to have finally found you, again.""Again, what?" I looked up at him, confusion clouding the blue of my eyes. "You found me before?"Azrael rose from his chair and rounded the hand carved oak desk. "I'll leave you two to catch up. There are a few things I need to, um, yeah. I'm just going to go."If either of us heard Rae leave we showed no sign of it. We stared at each other, mesmerized by the fact that we were finally together again."I brought your bag." Brody held up the tattered and patched up satchel that had carried everything I owned for the last seven years.It took a moment of confused blinking before I realized what he was talking about and was able to form a coherent thought. "I, um. How did you get it?"He deposited the bag on the chair next to me and then reached to take my other hand inside of his large one. I couldn't help but look down at our hands and notice the differences between us, the obvious ones and the not so obvious before I pulled my hands free and stepped back out of touching range. It wasn't because I didn't want him touching me; I just never allowed anyone to touch me, ever.Brody was dark where I was light, callused where I was soft and relaxed when I was freaked out despite being thrilled to see him. I opened myself up a bit to taste his energy and what I found had me stumbling back to look up at him, eyes gone wide with wonder. Whatever he was hiding behind the broad shouldered all American boy looks had eyes that glowed gold when it had looked back at me. "What are you?"His eyes flashed gold at my question and then I knew. I felt warm fur brush across my skin and the scents of the forest blew over my senses. "Were wolf?""Yep. Just like the rest of my family." He sat down in the empty chair and smiled up at me before reaching out to take my left hand in his. "Sit with me, please? I'll explain what I meant about finding you again."My denim covered ass parked it in the chair my bag was in and I reached back to jockey it around so I'd have more room to keep my trembling hands out of Brody's. I took advantage of the distraction to settle my emotions and smooth my frayed nerves before turning around to face him once more. "Okay, explain."He leaned forward, elbows on knees and let his hands hang loosely between us. I knew he was giving me the option to take them or not and he was going to be disappointed because I wouldn't, couldn't touch him back. I wanted to, so much, but the fear of rejection ran deep. Shade had been successful in that endeavor. I would never be comfortable with anyone touching me."Do you recall much about what happened just before your accident? Maybe someone was calling out for you to stop?" I nodded, the events before the BMW slammed into me replayed in my mind. "That was me. The voice that tried to stop you from running out in front of that car was mine. I'm the one who called the ambulance and took care of you before it arrived. I stood outside the hospital every damned day while you were there praying to a god that I don't believe in that you'd be okay." He turned his face up toward mine and caught my eyes with his own golden ones. "If I hadn't had that bag of yours I'd have never known to go see Dr. Martals or how to find you after you disappeared from the hospital."The mention of my doctor's name snapped my attention into focus. I pulled my bag around to my lap and ripped it open in search of the notebook that held the details of my life. It was the only place he could have found information about Celine and - oh, shit. "How much of this did you read?"He at least had the decency to blush before responding that he'd read most of it and had seen that I'd remembered him throughout the years. "Even my birthdays. Why?""You were the only person who was ever nice to me; the only person in twenty five years to show me something other than contempt, disgust or fear." Brody reached out to take my hand in his and I scooted back in my chair, the wooden legs scraping against the hardwood of the floor. I stood and hedged toward the door. "I'm sorry, Brody. I've been looking forward to seeing you again since that last time in school but, I can't. I'm too afraid that you'll reject me too once you know what I am."The doorknob was in my hand before I knew it and I was out the door, running down the hall without hearing the words that he spoke next."I know what you are and I'm okay with it."
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June 28, 2011
Happy Tuesday!!Danielle Gavan is back and today she has b...
Happy Tuesday!!
Danielle Gavan is back and today she has brought along Ardeur, a character from one of her books. I have to tell you that after reading some excerpts from the novel, this particular heroine is one interesting person. But, don't take my word for it. Check it out for yourself.
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Desperate to evict her demon, Ardeur persuades the Angel of Death to intercede; but the consequences are worse than she realizes. He's playing for keeps. Her freedom might be the end of Ardeur's relationship with Brody and a life away from everything she never thought she'd have in the arms of a werewolf with dimples and a charmer's grin.
Hi Robin, My name is Ardeur. Nice to meet you. Thanks for having me on your blog today.
You are very welcome, Ardeur. Why don't you start us off by telling us a little bit about your world.
My world. Hmm. It's pretty much just like the real world except there are angels, werewolves and all kinds of supernatural beings living alongside the human population. Some of us hang out at the local pub just like 'normal' people. Others live in seclusion, like at the Abbey where we live inside a barrier that shields us from sight. It's a kind of sanctuary where supernaturals can come to hide from the world or whatever.
Hmm, it sounds like Danielle has created quite an intriguing world for you. Does she ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?
Honestly? No. Danielle was really good at letting me tell my story without any interference from her. Even with the really hard parts, she just stepped aside and let me get it out.
She must truly understand the importance of allowing you to express who you really are. So, is expressing love difficult for you? Why?
It used to be, but not so much anymore. I wasn't shown love or affection while growing up. Makes it difficult to know how to give it. Brody, the one person who ever showed me affection, changed that for me. He showed me how to love. The man is amazing, really.
That's what I hear. Other than Brody, what's the most interesting thing that has happened to you?
Interesting? *laughs* Does being possessed by a Chaos demon and then finding out you're an angelic hybrid count? My life is an experiment in 'interesting'.
Uhh, yeah, I would say that definitely qualifies as interesting…and then some. I'm so glad you're opening up and explaining more about yourself. Is there a message you want to get across in this interview?
Never, ever give up hope. Life might suck more than you could ever imagine, but things will work out.
Yes they do. I'm sure that Danielle must believe that too. If you could pull her into your world, what do you think would happen?
She'd find herself a nice angel or werewolf and snuggle up tight. I think Danielle would fit right in. Oh, and she'd find Azrael just to give him a serious kick in the ass.
I'd live to see that. Just like other people's relationships, do you ever ask your significant other for advice?
All the time. Mostly I'll ask him for advice about the kids. I grew up, well, alone. Brody has siblings, nieces and nephews that he's helped raise. He knows more about that stuff than I do. He's my kid Wiki.
Information at your fingertips, huh? That's great. Well, we have an idea of what would happen if Danielle visited your world, but let's say you were brought into this world…what would be your first order of business?
Finding Danielle and giving her a great big hug. Then I'd visit the places she used for inspiration in my book.
That makes a lot of sense and would probably be a ton of fun as well. If you had the chance to meet another character, who would it be and why?
Of Danielle's characters? Hmm, oh the choices. I might go with Kylar. I think she and I have a lot in common. Ky's from something Danielle is working on right now called Untouchable and she's a kick ass woman.
I'm sure we will see more of her very soon. What is your most favorite thing to do?
Besides roll around the sheets naked with Brody? *grin* Um, play with my kids and fly. There's nothing quite like their giggles or the wind blowing through my wings. Baby giggles trump flying anytime though.
I couldn't agree more. With kids around you have to be careful, especially when you have the powers you possess. Have you ever lost control?
Recently? No. When I was possessed by Shadekar (the Chaos demon)? Many, many times. The little bastard managed to slip my shielding on quite a few occasions. I always woke up severely hung over and scantily dressed. I hated it and I'm so frickin' glad he's gone.
Sounds like he caused a lot of trouble and some naughty trouble at that. Waking up hung-over and scantily clad brings up a rather personal question… how many sex partners have you had? How many at one time?
One. Brody. Never gonna be another.
That's a refreshing answer and makes me even more curious. I mean you appear to be quite content with Brody, so since we're getting personal, what was the best sexual experience you've had?
When Brody and I bonded while making love. It was absolutely amazing. Who am I kidding? It's always amazing with him.
I'm sure it is. I'll try my best not to be jealous. Being a mere mortal who writes about vampires, I find myself surrounded by beings that think they're superior because they aren't human. Do you think you are a superior being?
I'm an angel. *laughs* Honestly, no. I have flaws just like everyone else. I'm angelic but I'm seriously far from perfect.
I think you would get along with my vampires quite nicely then.I am so glad you came by and I really look forward to the excerpt you brought along for today and tomorrow. Thank you for everything!
Excerpt:
August, 1996
The chill from the cement floor seeped through the thin mildew scented pallet of my bed into my skin and bones. I cowered, curled in the fetal position in a corner of the small, fetid space. My eyes were shut tight against the ghostly occupants of the warehouse. I refused to acknowledge them again or the taunts they threw at me.Who names a child such a ridiculous thing? One malevolent voice snickered. Not really a child though, are you?Necromancer. Nephilim.. Nephilim. She smells like an Angel. The words reverberated around me and I curled tighter around my knees. I had no idea what they meant but they frightened me all the same.Ardeur Blaise? Another angry voice snorted. As if. They should have named you Frosty or Chilly. Look at you, shivering on the floor all blue lipped and shit.Ignore us all you want. We won't go away until you give us what we want. Yet another voice from the hordes hidden in the darkness. We could tell you what's waiting for you out there. Pray you starve to death before you find out. Or don't - It'll probably kill you like it did us anyway. Wonder what happens to a dead Nephilim? There were no windows in the dank cell of my new home. No portals to let in the sunlight so I could count the days. No blanket to ward the chill from my tiny body or food to ease the cramping in my stomach. The sobbing and tears eventually gave way to wracking shivers and, finally, the oblivion of unconsciousness. With the blanket of insensibility upon me I relaxed and dreamt of the events which had led me to be in the dark, dirty cell I'd been shoved into like a discarded piece of trash.∞
The morning of my twelfth birthday dawned bright and sunny. The birds chirruped outside my curtain-less window and I woke up to the sounds of my parents bustling about in the kitchen, singing and laughing like I'd never heard them before. The smell of frying bacon had set my empty stomach growling and the warm, vanilla pancake scent filled my mouth with saliva. If I had died and gone to Heaven during the night, this surely would have been how I imagined it would sound and smell.I was given a bubble bath, something I had never experienced before and dressed in my best clothes. The blue and white gingham dress I wore to church functions had been washed and pressed. A pair of new, white tights and black patent leather shoes sat, still in their packages on the chair next to it.Once dressed, I was fed pancakes and bacon for breakfast with a large glass of orange juice. Maman even took the time to braid my waist length golden blonde hair and tie a new satin ribbon that matched my dress over the elastic to hide it. I was given everything a normal child would have during our seemingly innocent road trip. Songs were sung in the car. Permission was given for me to roll down my window and enjoy the wind rushing over my face. Lunch at a fast food restaurant was provided when my tummy rumbled from the backseat. Stops were even made when I needed to use the restroom because my system rejected the greasy food it wasn't accustomed to digesting. To the casual observer, my family - the Lisle's - appeared to be enjoying a casual outing. How wrong they were was soon to be all too apparent.Our car turned into a highly industrialized area that looked nothing like the shopping malls and retail stores I had been fantasizing about for hours. Instead, what I saw were ramshackle warehouses, abandoned buildings and the odd unsavory character darting from one outcropping of concrete to the next. My parents returned to their usual quiet selves as they scanned the buildings for addresses and, at last, located the one they wanted. The building the car pulled up to had rusted green corrugated metal siding and the windows were mostly boarded up; the uncovered ones showed no sign of occupancy to anyone's eyes but mine. Ghostly faces peered out of the windows back at me and I cringed into the soft leather of my seat as I questioned why we were there. Maman shushed me. They parked the car in front of a dark doorway where two men stood waiting under the blinking light of a bulb threatening to go out any minute. "Ardeur, silence. We have something to do with these here gentlemen and then we will go."One of the men was tall and lanky with greasy uneven hanks of shoulder length brown hair. The knees of his greasy faded blue jeans were gaping holes. His lumberjack's shirt was covered by a grubby denim jacket with various gang patches. The other man was a few inches shorter and had the look of evil about him. Beady brown eyes, short graying hair and a pot belly covered by grease stained shirt and jacket. His pants had fared no better than the other man's and displayed a variety of holes and clumsy patchwork.Tall and lanky stepped away from the door and addressed my father. "Lisle?" My father grunted his ascent as he came around the car to open my door.I was only a child, but it didn't take a genius to figure out something bad was in my very near future when my father hauled me out of the air conditioned car. When my struggling became too much I was brusquely thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taken into the warehouse. At ninety pounds, I wasn't very heavy but I fought like a champion prize fighter to stay in the car. "Put me down Daddy. I don't want to go in there.""Ardeur, stop fighting. We're doing this for your own good, ma chère." Try as I might, I couldn't crane my head around enough to see my mother as she said what amounted to her version of goodbye to my retreating back. It may have been a good thing I couldn't see her face and the lack of tears on it as her only child was carted off to who knew what followed.The sound of masculine snickering followed us as the two unsavory characters followed Daddy inside. My kicking and screaming was ignored by anyone who might have heard it. In this area, mostly inhabited by criminals, drug addicts and prostitutes, those sounds were as commonplace as the wailing of sirens in the night.Directions were given in hushed tones and I soon found myself deposited on a crude metal table below a naked bulb suspended from the ceiling. The thin material of my dress and the tights I wore could not keep the chill from leaching through to my skin and bones. "Daddy? What's going on? Why are we here?" My eyes were wide with fright. I tried to see through the gloom outside of my small pocket of light and failed miserably. I could hear the wind howling through the upper levels of the warehouse and the skittering of unidentifiable creatures across the dirty floor.Years of going undernourished and mistreated had stunted my growth and at the age of twelve I had reached the height I would forever remain. My body would eventually fill out into the curves of a woman but I would never be taller than the five feet four inches I'd reached. In that moment, I looked every bit the small china doll my parents had intended I look like in my checkered blue dress and beribboned braid.Daddy stood with the two men on the cusp of the circle of light the bulb cast around me. My eyes strained to make out the exchange of a large bag between them before my father strode off into the darkness beyond. "Daddy. Please come back. I don't want to stay here. Please? Maman? Daddy? I promise I'll be a good girl from now on but, please come back." There was no goodbye, no admonishment to be a good girl, no see you soon called out from the doorway. I was left in the cold, vile smelling room with the strange men. The fear in the pit of my stomach exploded into full blown terror as they approached where I sat and began to circle the table as if inspecting the prized blue ribbon pig at the county fair."Well aren't you the pretty one? Better than they expected, eh Boyd?" This came from tall and lanky as he reached out and flicked the end of my braid where it laid, golden and gleaming, against my back.The smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol assaulted my nose as rough hands reached out to grasp my chin and turn my face up to the light. Another set of hands set to busily unzipping the back of my dress and stripping it from my tiny frame. "I think we got ourselves a steal with what we paid those two for the kid Wes. A real dolly this one is."I was stripped down to my brand new day of the week underwear and the ill-fitting training bra I'd outgrown several months before while Wes and Boyd inspected me from every possible angle. Cold fingers, rough with calluses touched my skin and I heard things like porcelain doll and angelic whispered between the two men while I shivered in the cold and fetid air.When they were satisfied their money had been well spent I was quickly shuffled into a small room and locked in with nothing but a grimy mattress and the sound of my frightened sobbing to keep me company. Wes, Mister Tall and Lanky, sneered at me while I cowered in the corner. "Behave and we might feed you. Maybe."Hunger and cold had never been strangers to me, but this, this was new. Soul starving gut wrenching deprivation was my constant companion in my tiny space.Boyd and Wesley came now and then to rattle the door to my cell and whisper obscenities at me or laugh at my tears when I wailed and begged to be let go despite the knowledge deep down that I would never really be free again. They could have saved themselves the trouble though. The spirits in the building where they kept me were not happy ones and when I made the unfortunate mistake of looking at one of them, they all descended upon my dark, putrid hole in the wall and the true torment began.
Amazon's Author Central page link:http://www.amazon.com/Danielle-Gavan/e/B0047ZWBMO/ref=sr_tc_ep?qid=1309134424Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/danielle-gavanSmashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/daniellegavanTwitter: http://twitter.com/#!/DanielleGavanFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/danielle.gavanBlog: http://everythingerotic.blogspot.com/Website: http://daniellegavan.net
Danielle Gavan is back and today she has brought along Ardeur, a character from one of her books. I have to tell you that after reading some excerpts from the novel, this particular heroine is one interesting person. But, don't take my word for it. Check it out for yourself.
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Desperate to evict her demon, Ardeur persuades the Angel of Death to intercede; but the consequences are worse than she realizes. He's playing for keeps. Her freedom might be the end of Ardeur's relationship with Brody and a life away from everything she never thought she'd have in the arms of a werewolf with dimples and a charmer's grin.
Hi Robin, My name is Ardeur. Nice to meet you. Thanks for having me on your blog today.
You are very welcome, Ardeur. Why don't you start us off by telling us a little bit about your world.
My world. Hmm. It's pretty much just like the real world except there are angels, werewolves and all kinds of supernatural beings living alongside the human population. Some of us hang out at the local pub just like 'normal' people. Others live in seclusion, like at the Abbey where we live inside a barrier that shields us from sight. It's a kind of sanctuary where supernaturals can come to hide from the world or whatever.
Hmm, it sounds like Danielle has created quite an intriguing world for you. Does she ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?
Honestly? No. Danielle was really good at letting me tell my story without any interference from her. Even with the really hard parts, she just stepped aside and let me get it out.
She must truly understand the importance of allowing you to express who you really are. So, is expressing love difficult for you? Why?
It used to be, but not so much anymore. I wasn't shown love or affection while growing up. Makes it difficult to know how to give it. Brody, the one person who ever showed me affection, changed that for me. He showed me how to love. The man is amazing, really.
That's what I hear. Other than Brody, what's the most interesting thing that has happened to you?
Interesting? *laughs* Does being possessed by a Chaos demon and then finding out you're an angelic hybrid count? My life is an experiment in 'interesting'.
Uhh, yeah, I would say that definitely qualifies as interesting…and then some. I'm so glad you're opening up and explaining more about yourself. Is there a message you want to get across in this interview?
Never, ever give up hope. Life might suck more than you could ever imagine, but things will work out.
Yes they do. I'm sure that Danielle must believe that too. If you could pull her into your world, what do you think would happen?
She'd find herself a nice angel or werewolf and snuggle up tight. I think Danielle would fit right in. Oh, and she'd find Azrael just to give him a serious kick in the ass.
I'd live to see that. Just like other people's relationships, do you ever ask your significant other for advice?
All the time. Mostly I'll ask him for advice about the kids. I grew up, well, alone. Brody has siblings, nieces and nephews that he's helped raise. He knows more about that stuff than I do. He's my kid Wiki.
Information at your fingertips, huh? That's great. Well, we have an idea of what would happen if Danielle visited your world, but let's say you were brought into this world…what would be your first order of business?
Finding Danielle and giving her a great big hug. Then I'd visit the places she used for inspiration in my book.
That makes a lot of sense and would probably be a ton of fun as well. If you had the chance to meet another character, who would it be and why?
Of Danielle's characters? Hmm, oh the choices. I might go with Kylar. I think she and I have a lot in common. Ky's from something Danielle is working on right now called Untouchable and she's a kick ass woman.
I'm sure we will see more of her very soon. What is your most favorite thing to do?
Besides roll around the sheets naked with Brody? *grin* Um, play with my kids and fly. There's nothing quite like their giggles or the wind blowing through my wings. Baby giggles trump flying anytime though.
I couldn't agree more. With kids around you have to be careful, especially when you have the powers you possess. Have you ever lost control?
Recently? No. When I was possessed by Shadekar (the Chaos demon)? Many, many times. The little bastard managed to slip my shielding on quite a few occasions. I always woke up severely hung over and scantily dressed. I hated it and I'm so frickin' glad he's gone.
Sounds like he caused a lot of trouble and some naughty trouble at that. Waking up hung-over and scantily clad brings up a rather personal question… how many sex partners have you had? How many at one time?
One. Brody. Never gonna be another.
That's a refreshing answer and makes me even more curious. I mean you appear to be quite content with Brody, so since we're getting personal, what was the best sexual experience you've had?
When Brody and I bonded while making love. It was absolutely amazing. Who am I kidding? It's always amazing with him.
I'm sure it is. I'll try my best not to be jealous. Being a mere mortal who writes about vampires, I find myself surrounded by beings that think they're superior because they aren't human. Do you think you are a superior being?
I'm an angel. *laughs* Honestly, no. I have flaws just like everyone else. I'm angelic but I'm seriously far from perfect.
I think you would get along with my vampires quite nicely then.I am so glad you came by and I really look forward to the excerpt you brought along for today and tomorrow. Thank you for everything!
Excerpt:
August, 1996
The chill from the cement floor seeped through the thin mildew scented pallet of my bed into my skin and bones. I cowered, curled in the fetal position in a corner of the small, fetid space. My eyes were shut tight against the ghostly occupants of the warehouse. I refused to acknowledge them again or the taunts they threw at me.Who names a child such a ridiculous thing? One malevolent voice snickered. Not really a child though, are you?Necromancer. Nephilim.. Nephilim. She smells like an Angel. The words reverberated around me and I curled tighter around my knees. I had no idea what they meant but they frightened me all the same.Ardeur Blaise? Another angry voice snorted. As if. They should have named you Frosty or Chilly. Look at you, shivering on the floor all blue lipped and shit.Ignore us all you want. We won't go away until you give us what we want. Yet another voice from the hordes hidden in the darkness. We could tell you what's waiting for you out there. Pray you starve to death before you find out. Or don't - It'll probably kill you like it did us anyway. Wonder what happens to a dead Nephilim? There were no windows in the dank cell of my new home. No portals to let in the sunlight so I could count the days. No blanket to ward the chill from my tiny body or food to ease the cramping in my stomach. The sobbing and tears eventually gave way to wracking shivers and, finally, the oblivion of unconsciousness. With the blanket of insensibility upon me I relaxed and dreamt of the events which had led me to be in the dark, dirty cell I'd been shoved into like a discarded piece of trash.∞
The morning of my twelfth birthday dawned bright and sunny. The birds chirruped outside my curtain-less window and I woke up to the sounds of my parents bustling about in the kitchen, singing and laughing like I'd never heard them before. The smell of frying bacon had set my empty stomach growling and the warm, vanilla pancake scent filled my mouth with saliva. If I had died and gone to Heaven during the night, this surely would have been how I imagined it would sound and smell.I was given a bubble bath, something I had never experienced before and dressed in my best clothes. The blue and white gingham dress I wore to church functions had been washed and pressed. A pair of new, white tights and black patent leather shoes sat, still in their packages on the chair next to it.Once dressed, I was fed pancakes and bacon for breakfast with a large glass of orange juice. Maman even took the time to braid my waist length golden blonde hair and tie a new satin ribbon that matched my dress over the elastic to hide it. I was given everything a normal child would have during our seemingly innocent road trip. Songs were sung in the car. Permission was given for me to roll down my window and enjoy the wind rushing over my face. Lunch at a fast food restaurant was provided when my tummy rumbled from the backseat. Stops were even made when I needed to use the restroom because my system rejected the greasy food it wasn't accustomed to digesting. To the casual observer, my family - the Lisle's - appeared to be enjoying a casual outing. How wrong they were was soon to be all too apparent.Our car turned into a highly industrialized area that looked nothing like the shopping malls and retail stores I had been fantasizing about for hours. Instead, what I saw were ramshackle warehouses, abandoned buildings and the odd unsavory character darting from one outcropping of concrete to the next. My parents returned to their usual quiet selves as they scanned the buildings for addresses and, at last, located the one they wanted. The building the car pulled up to had rusted green corrugated metal siding and the windows were mostly boarded up; the uncovered ones showed no sign of occupancy to anyone's eyes but mine. Ghostly faces peered out of the windows back at me and I cringed into the soft leather of my seat as I questioned why we were there. Maman shushed me. They parked the car in front of a dark doorway where two men stood waiting under the blinking light of a bulb threatening to go out any minute. "Ardeur, silence. We have something to do with these here gentlemen and then we will go."One of the men was tall and lanky with greasy uneven hanks of shoulder length brown hair. The knees of his greasy faded blue jeans were gaping holes. His lumberjack's shirt was covered by a grubby denim jacket with various gang patches. The other man was a few inches shorter and had the look of evil about him. Beady brown eyes, short graying hair and a pot belly covered by grease stained shirt and jacket. His pants had fared no better than the other man's and displayed a variety of holes and clumsy patchwork.Tall and lanky stepped away from the door and addressed my father. "Lisle?" My father grunted his ascent as he came around the car to open my door.I was only a child, but it didn't take a genius to figure out something bad was in my very near future when my father hauled me out of the air conditioned car. When my struggling became too much I was brusquely thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taken into the warehouse. At ninety pounds, I wasn't very heavy but I fought like a champion prize fighter to stay in the car. "Put me down Daddy. I don't want to go in there.""Ardeur, stop fighting. We're doing this for your own good, ma chère." Try as I might, I couldn't crane my head around enough to see my mother as she said what amounted to her version of goodbye to my retreating back. It may have been a good thing I couldn't see her face and the lack of tears on it as her only child was carted off to who knew what followed.The sound of masculine snickering followed us as the two unsavory characters followed Daddy inside. My kicking and screaming was ignored by anyone who might have heard it. In this area, mostly inhabited by criminals, drug addicts and prostitutes, those sounds were as commonplace as the wailing of sirens in the night.Directions were given in hushed tones and I soon found myself deposited on a crude metal table below a naked bulb suspended from the ceiling. The thin material of my dress and the tights I wore could not keep the chill from leaching through to my skin and bones. "Daddy? What's going on? Why are we here?" My eyes were wide with fright. I tried to see through the gloom outside of my small pocket of light and failed miserably. I could hear the wind howling through the upper levels of the warehouse and the skittering of unidentifiable creatures across the dirty floor.Years of going undernourished and mistreated had stunted my growth and at the age of twelve I had reached the height I would forever remain. My body would eventually fill out into the curves of a woman but I would never be taller than the five feet four inches I'd reached. In that moment, I looked every bit the small china doll my parents had intended I look like in my checkered blue dress and beribboned braid.Daddy stood with the two men on the cusp of the circle of light the bulb cast around me. My eyes strained to make out the exchange of a large bag between them before my father strode off into the darkness beyond. "Daddy. Please come back. I don't want to stay here. Please? Maman? Daddy? I promise I'll be a good girl from now on but, please come back." There was no goodbye, no admonishment to be a good girl, no see you soon called out from the doorway. I was left in the cold, vile smelling room with the strange men. The fear in the pit of my stomach exploded into full blown terror as they approached where I sat and began to circle the table as if inspecting the prized blue ribbon pig at the county fair."Well aren't you the pretty one? Better than they expected, eh Boyd?" This came from tall and lanky as he reached out and flicked the end of my braid where it laid, golden and gleaming, against my back.The smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol assaulted my nose as rough hands reached out to grasp my chin and turn my face up to the light. Another set of hands set to busily unzipping the back of my dress and stripping it from my tiny frame. "I think we got ourselves a steal with what we paid those two for the kid Wes. A real dolly this one is."I was stripped down to my brand new day of the week underwear and the ill-fitting training bra I'd outgrown several months before while Wes and Boyd inspected me from every possible angle. Cold fingers, rough with calluses touched my skin and I heard things like porcelain doll and angelic whispered between the two men while I shivered in the cold and fetid air.When they were satisfied their money had been well spent I was quickly shuffled into a small room and locked in with nothing but a grimy mattress and the sound of my frightened sobbing to keep me company. Wes, Mister Tall and Lanky, sneered at me while I cowered in the corner. "Behave and we might feed you. Maybe."Hunger and cold had never been strangers to me, but this, this was new. Soul starving gut wrenching deprivation was my constant companion in my tiny space.Boyd and Wesley came now and then to rattle the door to my cell and whisper obscenities at me or laugh at my tears when I wailed and begged to be let go despite the knowledge deep down that I would never really be free again. They could have saved themselves the trouble though. The spirits in the building where they kept me were not happy ones and when I made the unfortunate mistake of looking at one of them, they all descended upon my dark, putrid hole in the wall and the true torment began.
Amazon's Author Central page link:http://www.amazon.com/Danielle-Gavan/e/B0047ZWBMO/ref=sr_tc_ep?qid=1309134424Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/danielle-gavanSmashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/daniellegavanTwitter: http://twitter.com/#!/DanielleGavanFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/danielle.gavanBlog: http://everythingerotic.blogspot.com/Website: http://daniellegavan.net
June 27, 2011
Hey everyone!! This week I have the pleasure of bringing ...
Hey everyone!! This week I have the pleasure of bringing to you, Danielle Gavan and she has a week stuffed full of fantasy, romance and all sorts of other fun for your entertainment.
Today, we'll get to know her a bit and take a peek at the first of many books she'll be spotlighting.
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Danielle Gavan lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband of eight years, and their two sons. Danielle has been writing in her spare time since she was in middle school. She is currently writing, editing and doing cover design full time.
If that's not enough, check this out!!
Danielle, what has been your biggest influence on becoming a writer?I'd have to say my greatest influence was my mother and her love of books. I can remember growing up and watching her sit at the kitchen table most nights with a cup of coffee and a book. She'd go through one a night and when I was old enough, she got me hooked on reading too. One of the greatest things she ever did was to give me a whole other world to disappear into. I developed a love of it and started writing my own stories in middle school. Haven't looked back since.
What a great habit to pass down. You started writing young, like most authors. That means you must have a style or a "method to your madness", so how do you categorize yourself: pantser or plotter?Definitely a pantser. I've tried plotting and it usually sends my muse running for the hills.
Mine to! We need our muses, so it's best not to upset them. Tell us, do you have any guilty pleasures you'd like to share?Long showers, Starbucks Double Chocolaty Chip Frappucino, Coke and White Cheddar Popcorn.
Those are guilty pleasures with having! While you're spilling the beans about yourself, Danielle, name one thing readers don't know about you.I have an intense fear of all things insect. I'm talking full out little girl squealing and freak out. It's bad and, for those watching, intensely funny apparently.
I'm sure you're a hoot to watch when the creepy crawlies come around. Happily changing the subject for your benefit, tell us what are you working on now?Oh jeez…lol! What aren't I working on? I have two novellas in various stages of production. The Lists is about the Elves who supervise the Naughty and Nice Lists. Untouchable is about the offspring of angels and demons who are fighting to survive and avoid extermination. Another thing I'm working on is a series with fellow author, Jennifer Feuerstein. Finders Keepers is a five book series about a group of supersoldiers trying to escape the clutches of 'The Council'. The only way for them to do this is to find the one woman for each of them that will trigger their final genetic evolution and free them.
Sounds intriguing. It's fun to work with other talented authors, but who is your favorite all-time author?I don't have one favorite. I have two. Laurell K. Hamilton and Diana Gabaldon.
Good choices! You know, being an author myself and having the pleasure of knowing so many others as well, we often come across scenes that are challenging to write. One of those areas involves that little three letter word, SEX… as far as you're concerned, are love scenes difficult to write?Absolutely not. They're so easy that I often have to hold myself back from writing them back to back to back.
LOL! I know the feeling. A lot of authors write one genre and pretty much stick to it. Do you write in one genre or several different ones? And why?I write in a few but most have some sort of paranormal twist. The two genres I tend to stick with are Urban Fantasy and Erotic Romance. To date, Ardeur is my only Urban Fantasy available for purchase. Everything else that's been published in the last year is Erotic Romance.
I can't wait to see what you've brought this week to share. It's like enjoying a mini-vacation in the middle of a hectic week and I don't have to waste any gas to do it. And, speaking of mini-vacations, if you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?In a small Scottish inn, sipping tea and writing. Someday, when I'm a big and famous author, I'm going to travel there.
May I tag along? I'll find my own table nearby so in the event either of us finds ourselves stumped, we can just yell for help. Writer's block may be less stressful if we have another brain around to kick-start it. How do you deal with the dreaded writer's block?I throw myself into another method of creating. Usually, it's designing covers or creating actual physical art. If that doesn't work… I take a shower. My muse seems to like to think in there.
I'm truly surprised at how much we think alike. Must be a writer thing. Do you have another career besides writing? What is it?I freelance edit and design book covers. When I'm not working on one of my multiple projects, I do line and copy editing.
Sounds like you stay pretty busy then. Being a freelance editor must be difficult, but like all aspects of the writing world, it comes with its own rewards. What's your biggest reward in being a writer?When a reader contacts me and says they loved one of my stories or all of them. It's great to know that something I did made someone happy or touched their lives in some way.
Making readers happy and hungry for more is terrific motivation and a wonderful feeling. Now for my last and possibly most important question… which do you prefer, Whipped Cream, Strawberry Sauce or Chocolate Syrup? All three? *grin*
Sounds like a delicious mess to me and I LOVE it!!!Now that we know a lot more about Danielle Gavan, let's dive into the first of the four books she's sharing this week!!!
[image error] UnWrappedNaughty birthdays were never as colorful as the du Tout family makes them! Follow four sexy supernatural siblings in this collection of short stories as they discover just how fun getting older can be for a Satyr, Incubus, Dhampire and Fae.
The three brothers band together to give their sister, Pascale, an unforgettable birthday at the hands of Beau's college friend, Oliver Hutchinson. Beau's gift allows him to not only have his cake, but eat it too when his siblings gift him with Succubus/Maenad twin sisters. Rien is given as a 'birthday gift' to none other than the Succubus Queen Lilith's, half-banshee daughter. Aimé agrees to show a shy Dhampire how much she's missing out on by denying herself the pleasures of a man between her thighs.
WARNING: This novella contains very explicit sex. For mature 18 and over readers only.
Content advisory: Contains scenes of m/f sex, f/m/f sex, oral sex. Intended for adults only.
HERE'S WHERE YOU CAN FIND DANIELLE AND HER BOOKS!!
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/DanielleGavan Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/danielle.gavan Blog: http://everythingerotic.blogspot.com/ Website: http://daniellegavan.net
Amazon Author Central Link:http://www.amazon.com/Danielle-Gavan/e/B0047ZWBMO/ref=sr_tc_ep?qid=1309134424Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/danielle-gavanSmashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/daniellegavan
Today, we'll get to know her a bit and take a peek at the first of many books she'll be spotlighting.
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Danielle Gavan lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband of eight years, and their two sons. Danielle has been writing in her spare time since she was in middle school. She is currently writing, editing and doing cover design full time.
If that's not enough, check this out!!
Danielle, what has been your biggest influence on becoming a writer?I'd have to say my greatest influence was my mother and her love of books. I can remember growing up and watching her sit at the kitchen table most nights with a cup of coffee and a book. She'd go through one a night and when I was old enough, she got me hooked on reading too. One of the greatest things she ever did was to give me a whole other world to disappear into. I developed a love of it and started writing my own stories in middle school. Haven't looked back since.
What a great habit to pass down. You started writing young, like most authors. That means you must have a style or a "method to your madness", so how do you categorize yourself: pantser or plotter?Definitely a pantser. I've tried plotting and it usually sends my muse running for the hills.
Mine to! We need our muses, so it's best not to upset them. Tell us, do you have any guilty pleasures you'd like to share?Long showers, Starbucks Double Chocolaty Chip Frappucino, Coke and White Cheddar Popcorn.
Those are guilty pleasures with having! While you're spilling the beans about yourself, Danielle, name one thing readers don't know about you.I have an intense fear of all things insect. I'm talking full out little girl squealing and freak out. It's bad and, for those watching, intensely funny apparently.
I'm sure you're a hoot to watch when the creepy crawlies come around. Happily changing the subject for your benefit, tell us what are you working on now?Oh jeez…lol! What aren't I working on? I have two novellas in various stages of production. The Lists is about the Elves who supervise the Naughty and Nice Lists. Untouchable is about the offspring of angels and demons who are fighting to survive and avoid extermination. Another thing I'm working on is a series with fellow author, Jennifer Feuerstein. Finders Keepers is a five book series about a group of supersoldiers trying to escape the clutches of 'The Council'. The only way for them to do this is to find the one woman for each of them that will trigger their final genetic evolution and free them.
Sounds intriguing. It's fun to work with other talented authors, but who is your favorite all-time author?I don't have one favorite. I have two. Laurell K. Hamilton and Diana Gabaldon.
Good choices! You know, being an author myself and having the pleasure of knowing so many others as well, we often come across scenes that are challenging to write. One of those areas involves that little three letter word, SEX… as far as you're concerned, are love scenes difficult to write?Absolutely not. They're so easy that I often have to hold myself back from writing them back to back to back.
LOL! I know the feeling. A lot of authors write one genre and pretty much stick to it. Do you write in one genre or several different ones? And why?I write in a few but most have some sort of paranormal twist. The two genres I tend to stick with are Urban Fantasy and Erotic Romance. To date, Ardeur is my only Urban Fantasy available for purchase. Everything else that's been published in the last year is Erotic Romance.
I can't wait to see what you've brought this week to share. It's like enjoying a mini-vacation in the middle of a hectic week and I don't have to waste any gas to do it. And, speaking of mini-vacations, if you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?In a small Scottish inn, sipping tea and writing. Someday, when I'm a big and famous author, I'm going to travel there.
May I tag along? I'll find my own table nearby so in the event either of us finds ourselves stumped, we can just yell for help. Writer's block may be less stressful if we have another brain around to kick-start it. How do you deal with the dreaded writer's block?I throw myself into another method of creating. Usually, it's designing covers or creating actual physical art. If that doesn't work… I take a shower. My muse seems to like to think in there.
I'm truly surprised at how much we think alike. Must be a writer thing. Do you have another career besides writing? What is it?I freelance edit and design book covers. When I'm not working on one of my multiple projects, I do line and copy editing.
Sounds like you stay pretty busy then. Being a freelance editor must be difficult, but like all aspects of the writing world, it comes with its own rewards. What's your biggest reward in being a writer?When a reader contacts me and says they loved one of my stories or all of them. It's great to know that something I did made someone happy or touched their lives in some way.
Making readers happy and hungry for more is terrific motivation and a wonderful feeling. Now for my last and possibly most important question… which do you prefer, Whipped Cream, Strawberry Sauce or Chocolate Syrup? All three? *grin*
Sounds like a delicious mess to me and I LOVE it!!!Now that we know a lot more about Danielle Gavan, let's dive into the first of the four books she's sharing this week!!!
[image error] UnWrappedNaughty birthdays were never as colorful as the du Tout family makes them! Follow four sexy supernatural siblings in this collection of short stories as they discover just how fun getting older can be for a Satyr, Incubus, Dhampire and Fae.
The three brothers band together to give their sister, Pascale, an unforgettable birthday at the hands of Beau's college friend, Oliver Hutchinson. Beau's gift allows him to not only have his cake, but eat it too when his siblings gift him with Succubus/Maenad twin sisters. Rien is given as a 'birthday gift' to none other than the Succubus Queen Lilith's, half-banshee daughter. Aimé agrees to show a shy Dhampire how much she's missing out on by denying herself the pleasures of a man between her thighs.
WARNING: This novella contains very explicit sex. For mature 18 and over readers only.
Content advisory: Contains scenes of m/f sex, f/m/f sex, oral sex. Intended for adults only.
HERE'S WHERE YOU CAN FIND DANIELLE AND HER BOOKS!!
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June 23, 2011
It's Friday! And S.E. Holden has loosened the ropes he wa...
It's Friday! And S.E. Holden has loosened the ropes he was allegedly tied up with, and made his way up from the basement. Don't worry though, I managed to get my hands on one last book before he escaped... er... I mean got away. So, sit back, relax and take a look at this yummy story...
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The Wet Reunion of Two Souls
On a glorious Thursday afternoon, May's dream of having a baby is finally coming true. Bursting with excitement, she's eager to share the news. But her best laid plans disintegrate when Jim returns home from work with a different idea…one that didn't include her. Doubting whether they still share the same dream of a family, May contemplates her future with Jim until the rain washes in an unexpected tryst. Can their relationship weather the storm of emotions unleashed.
Excerpt: A bright flash leapt through the window chased closely by a deep, bass rumble that rattled the wine glasses on the table. The sudden brilliance startled her, and she stepped back. Jim whirled around. "Like I said…it's Thursday night. Bob asked me to sub on their bowling team, and I need to leave in a minute or two to get there in time for practice. You know I need a few frames to get the arm and knees working right." Lightning flickered, followed seconds later by the boom. "I'm sure I told you about this last week." Mouth agape, she stared at him. Disbelief and disappointment teamed up, overwhelming her. "But…I..." She paused, voice quivering, tears threatening. Her right hand drifted to her belly. "It's been so long since we had a night in and I really need to talk to you." Jim spun away and strode to the closet to get his bowling bag. "Sorry, hon, but I promised Bob over a month ago. He talked about it every time I saw him at work. I have to go. The guys are counting on me.""But Jim, our work schedules haven't matched up in weeks. We barely have time to say hello let alone anything else and tonight was our night to catch up." Grabbing the handle of his red two-ball bag, Jim wheeled it toward the front door, looking anywhere but at May. She stepped in front of him, blocking his easy escape. She placed her hand on his arm and gazed up into his eyes. "Please don't go." Please choose me and the baby over your friends. Jim stood up straight, closed his eyes and blew out a breath, long and slow. "Look, I'll be back in a couple hours and we'll get caught up." He smiled his best sorry-I-let-you-down-again-but-I'll-make-it-up-to-you smile—a smile that had been showing up far too often of late. She cringed. "How does that sound?""Quite frankly, it sucks."
The Wet Reunion of Two Souls Buy Links Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/322 All Romance eBooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thewetreunionoftwosouls-544156-144.html 1 Place for Romance - http://1placeforromance.com/romantic-fiction/the-wet-reunion-of-two-souls/prod_4256.html Amazon Kindle - http://www.amazon.com/Wet-Reunion-Two-Souls-ebook/dp/B004YQCSFQ/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&qid=1304520879&sr=8-13
S.E.'s Contact Links: Email: seholden@verizon.net Web: http://www.seholden.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001173999283&v=wall Twitter: @seholden25
I hope everyone enjoyed S.E. Holden's visit as much as I did. Remember, leaving a comment could get you a shot a winning a free copy of one of the great books he showcased this week, so don't be shy... chat it up before S.E.'s gone!!
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The Wet Reunion of Two Souls
On a glorious Thursday afternoon, May's dream of having a baby is finally coming true. Bursting with excitement, she's eager to share the news. But her best laid plans disintegrate when Jim returns home from work with a different idea…one that didn't include her. Doubting whether they still share the same dream of a family, May contemplates her future with Jim until the rain washes in an unexpected tryst. Can their relationship weather the storm of emotions unleashed.
Excerpt: A bright flash leapt through the window chased closely by a deep, bass rumble that rattled the wine glasses on the table. The sudden brilliance startled her, and she stepped back. Jim whirled around. "Like I said…it's Thursday night. Bob asked me to sub on their bowling team, and I need to leave in a minute or two to get there in time for practice. You know I need a few frames to get the arm and knees working right." Lightning flickered, followed seconds later by the boom. "I'm sure I told you about this last week." Mouth agape, she stared at him. Disbelief and disappointment teamed up, overwhelming her. "But…I..." She paused, voice quivering, tears threatening. Her right hand drifted to her belly. "It's been so long since we had a night in and I really need to talk to you." Jim spun away and strode to the closet to get his bowling bag. "Sorry, hon, but I promised Bob over a month ago. He talked about it every time I saw him at work. I have to go. The guys are counting on me.""But Jim, our work schedules haven't matched up in weeks. We barely have time to say hello let alone anything else and tonight was our night to catch up." Grabbing the handle of his red two-ball bag, Jim wheeled it toward the front door, looking anywhere but at May. She stepped in front of him, blocking his easy escape. She placed her hand on his arm and gazed up into his eyes. "Please don't go." Please choose me and the baby over your friends. Jim stood up straight, closed his eyes and blew out a breath, long and slow. "Look, I'll be back in a couple hours and we'll get caught up." He smiled his best sorry-I-let-you-down-again-but-I'll-make-it-up-to-you smile—a smile that had been showing up far too often of late. She cringed. "How does that sound?""Quite frankly, it sucks."
The Wet Reunion of Two Souls Buy Links Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/322 All Romance eBooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thewetreunionoftwosouls-544156-144.html 1 Place for Romance - http://1placeforromance.com/romantic-fiction/the-wet-reunion-of-two-souls/prod_4256.html Amazon Kindle - http://www.amazon.com/Wet-Reunion-Two-Souls-ebook/dp/B004YQCSFQ/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&qid=1304520879&sr=8-13
S.E.'s Contact Links: Email: seholden@verizon.net Web: http://www.seholden.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001173999283&v=wall Twitter: @seholden25
I hope everyone enjoyed S.E. Holden's visit as much as I did. Remember, leaving a comment could get you a shot a winning a free copy of one of the great books he showcased this week, so don't be shy... chat it up before S.E.'s gone!!
June 21, 2011
Happy Hump-Day everyone! I don't know about the rest...
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Happy Hump-Day everyone!
I don't know about the rest of you, but I've had a lot of fun this week. I'm so glad S.E. Holden is such a good sport. A weaker man would have cowered and hidden in the corner after being harassed so relentlessly, but not him! Who knows, if he makes it through the week, we just may have to celebrate on Friday!
For now though, here's a peek at another of his great books...
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"The Presentation"
Not one for public limelight, Sheila, the new VP of Operations must face her greatest fear: the presentation to her future. Overridden with anxiety and nerves, she could only turn to one person for help—Matt, her husband of eleven years. But his innovative ways pose possible threats to her job. Can she risk endangering her career for the sake of fulfilling her forbidden fantasies?
Excerpt I don't see any movement. Are they still breathing? I know this stuff is dry, but come on…something! A little, neon-green Christmas tree blinked at her from the last row. After the third blink, the words "Merry Xmas" turned red. Oh my God, he came. Her breath caught and she stammered. She paused to regroup, hiding her distraction behind a pull from her water bottle. The tie was a gag gift she gave Matt last Christmas, but he hadn't worn it yet. Until now. Seeing him brought the night before in the tub into sharp focus. "Just remember this feeling," he had said as she squirmed in the water under his torturous, yet wonderful ministrations. She shook her head to clear the images. Once under control again, she continued, "We've been watching our corporate expenses very carefully over this time." Sheila flushed, unable to ignore the blinking lights off the tie, but it wasn't embarrassment that tinged her cheeks and prickled her skin. This heat emanated from deep inside—from somewhere only he could reach.
The Presentation Buy Links Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/temptations/the-presentation.html Amazon Kindle - http://www.amazon.com/The-Presentation-ebook/dp/B004D4YKQ4/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1292255568&sr=8-2
S.E.'s Contact Links: Email: seholden@verizon.net Web: http://www.seholden.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001173999283&v=wall Twitter: @seholden25
Don't forget that leaving a comment will give you a shot at winning one of the three books S.E. Holden is showcasing this week.
You can't beat that!!
I don't know about the rest of you, but I've had a lot of fun this week. I'm so glad S.E. Holden is such a good sport. A weaker man would have cowered and hidden in the corner after being harassed so relentlessly, but not him! Who knows, if he makes it through the week, we just may have to celebrate on Friday!
For now though, here's a peek at another of his great books...
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"The Presentation"
Not one for public limelight, Sheila, the new VP of Operations must face her greatest fear: the presentation to her future. Overridden with anxiety and nerves, she could only turn to one person for help—Matt, her husband of eleven years. But his innovative ways pose possible threats to her job. Can she risk endangering her career for the sake of fulfilling her forbidden fantasies?
Excerpt I don't see any movement. Are they still breathing? I know this stuff is dry, but come on…something! A little, neon-green Christmas tree blinked at her from the last row. After the third blink, the words "Merry Xmas" turned red. Oh my God, he came. Her breath caught and she stammered. She paused to regroup, hiding her distraction behind a pull from her water bottle. The tie was a gag gift she gave Matt last Christmas, but he hadn't worn it yet. Until now. Seeing him brought the night before in the tub into sharp focus. "Just remember this feeling," he had said as she squirmed in the water under his torturous, yet wonderful ministrations. She shook her head to clear the images. Once under control again, she continued, "We've been watching our corporate expenses very carefully over this time." Sheila flushed, unable to ignore the blinking lights off the tie, but it wasn't embarrassment that tinged her cheeks and prickled her skin. This heat emanated from deep inside—from somewhere only he could reach.
The Presentation Buy Links Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/temptations/the-presentation.html Amazon Kindle - http://www.amazon.com/The-Presentation-ebook/dp/B004D4YKQ4/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1292255568&sr=8-2
S.E.'s Contact Links: Email: seholden@verizon.net Web: http://www.seholden.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001173999283&v=wall Twitter: @seholden25
Don't forget that leaving a comment will give you a shot at winning one of the three books S.E. Holden is showcasing this week.
You can't beat that!!
June 20, 2011
Welcome back everyone! There was a rumor going aroun...
Welcome back everyone!
There was a rumor going around that S.E. Holden was tied up and being held here against his will this week. Please allow me to reassure everyone that this is not so!!
I'm certain that Mr. Holden would attest to this, however he is, ahem, a little preoccupied at the moment with some maintenance work that needed attention in the basement... What? Did you honestly think I would have a man around for an entire week and not find something for him to do? I mean, come on, I am a single woman with needs and some men are much better with plumbing than I am.
S.E. certainly is, anyway. =^-^=
While he was busy and a bit distracted, I took the liberty of getting to know him a little better. Here's your chance to get to know him, too!
[image error] Hi Robin. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to be a guest on your site.Welcome!! I am so glad you stuck around. Let's begin with a question I love to ask my guests. It's always different for everyone, but it's an event none ever forget.How did you feel when you got your first publishing contractLet me set this up for you because if I were to write it in a story, you would call shenanigans right out of the gate. It was my birthday and I had submitted my first story to a publisher a few weeks before. Of course, I never strayed far from an email source so I kept checking my Blackberry for the yay or nay. We are a bowling family. By that I mean that my kids bowl in multiple leagues and my wife and I bowl in a mixed league on Sunday night. We spend way too much time in a bowling center during the week. Anyway…it was my birthday and my wife and I were bowling on Sunday night. Game two of three, I bowled my second perfect game (300) of my life. Holy crap. Can you see where this is going?So, during game three I checked my phone. There was an email from Breathless Press in my Inbox saying that they were interested in my story. I was elated. My dream of becoming a published author was coming true and on my birthday and after I bowled a perfect game. You don't get many days like that.
And you've bowled us all over with one good book after another ever since!! Sorry couldn't resist! LOL!How do you categorize yourself: pantser or plotter?
I'm a pantser turned plotter. When I started this writing adventure a little over a year ago, I started with short stories. The plot was critical, but of small enough scope that I could keep all the moving parts going in my head. I knew the beginning and the end. To get there, I just followed where my characters led. I didn't feel that I needed to outline or plot them in line to get from point A to point B. Now, though, I'm writing my first novel. The number of balls I'm juggling is crazy. I need to know that character A got to point B by time C and did D in order for the other pieces of the puzzle to fit together. I spun my wheels on the first three chapters. I knew how the story ended. I knew how it started. I knew a couple things in the middle. What I didn't know was how to get all those pieces to hook up, how to move my characters through the story arc. It wasn't coming to me like it did for the short stories. So I wrote the first three chapters. Reviewed them. Rewrote them. Thought about more cool stuff to include somewhere in the plot. Went back to the first part. Ultimately, I took a class with NY Times best-selling Fantasy author David Farland on outlining. It changed my entire outlook on attacking the writing process. I was able to link all the major pieces together through an outline, layering in all the inner, outer and romantic plot lines of each of the point-of-view characters. I have the road map for my entire novel mapped out. Some people may say that this stifles the writing process. I disagree with that. I feel that it's liberating. Instead of worrying about the plot points, I can focus on making the writing and dialog sparkle. Each writer is different and what is now working for me won't be for everybody. I say find what works for you and your style and write your ass off.
I couldn't agree more! What makes a book great in your eyes?
A great book needs to involve me emotionally. Telling a story is good, but if I'm not right there with the characters living the adventure with them, it's not worth the time to read. I want to get sucked in. Feel the danger, hold my breath as they wait for the other shoe to drop on their perfect day, fall in love with the True Love character, root for the hero and revel in the victory at the end. I want to see characters grow and feel that I've grown along with them.
All wonderful qualities to look for in a book. I'm sure you have met budding authors, newer to this world than either of us, so what's the biggest piece of advice you can give a beginning writer?
Finish something. I've told this story before, but it was a critical item for me and stuck for the last twenty plus years. I met NY Times best-selling author Terry Brooks at a book signing in King of Prussia, PA. I was a college kid dreaming of becoming an author. I'd started a number of projects, including a screen play, but hadn't finished any of them. I asked Terry for advice. I was anxious, eager, poised to get any pearl of wisdom from my favorite author at the time. He looked up from signing my copy of Elf Queen of Shannara and asked me a question. "Have you finished anything?" I looked at my shoes, embarrassed that I would have to admit to this fantasy icon that I hadn't finished a project. I shook my head and he smiled knowingly. He told me that his best advice for a young writer was to finish something, anything. You can't be an author unless you finish your story. Well, I finally finished something. But it took me over twenty years to listen to him. I say twenty years, but it was probably more. They say the memory is the first thing to go, whoever 'they' are. See, I've forgotten them too.
You've forgotten because that hardheaded youth that used to rule your world blocked out the wisdom he knew was true, so the "I told you so" people wouldn't start their crap! It's what I like to call the dung-ball effect, which is akin to the snowball effect, only messier. Speaking of finishing what you start, what are you working on now?
Like I mentioned in an earlier question, I'm working on my first novel. It's a heroic/urban fantasy about elemental knights battling an ancient foe in modern day Tampa, FL. Lots of action and character growth with a kick-ass love story rocks the first book of a five book series. I hope to be shopping it around to agents and publishers by the end of the year.
We wish you the nest of luck with that exciting story. It looks like you're on your way to being a very busy man and hopefully bestselling author. So tell us, who is S. E. Holden's favorite all-time author?
Terry Goodkind. The Sword of Truth series is amazing. One book in particular, Faith of the Fallen, hit home for me on so many levels. When I read it for the first time, I was struggling in my professional IT life and I felt that special connection with Richard Rahl as he dealt with his own challenges. The book hit me at the right time and with the right mindset to oust my former favorite, Terry Brooks, from his throne.
I love ot when things fall into place like that. Okay, enough with the small talk. What everyone here wants to know is…Whipped Cream, Strawberry Sauce or Chocolate Syrup?
Whipped Cream. The cold nip as it hits your, or your partner's, skin enhances the experience.
Yes it does!! One last thing and then you can get back in the, ahem, basement and tend to my pipes…I mean the pipes. What is the craziest/sexiest thing you have ever done in public?
Here's my confession…I don't do crazy stuff in public. Even as a kid, I was stoic and proper. Maybe that's why I let my mind wander so much and explore the crazy side of life through my imagination.
Thanks for sticking around… as if you had a choice!
S.E.'s Contact Links: Email: seholden@verizon.net Web: http://www.seholden.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001173999283&v=wall Twitter: @seholden25
Back on Track Buy Links Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/romance/back-on-track.html All Romance eBooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-backontrack-512081-144.htmlAmazon Kindle - http://www.amazon.com/Back-on-Track-book/dp/B004MDLP8M/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1298498579&sr=8-9
Don't forget… Three drawings will be held this week and anyone who comments will be entered in a chance to win a copy of one of the books S.E. Holden is showcasing here this week…so what are you waiting for….comment!!!
There was a rumor going around that S.E. Holden was tied up and being held here against his will this week. Please allow me to reassure everyone that this is not so!!
I'm certain that Mr. Holden would attest to this, however he is, ahem, a little preoccupied at the moment with some maintenance work that needed attention in the basement... What? Did you honestly think I would have a man around for an entire week and not find something for him to do? I mean, come on, I am a single woman with needs and some men are much better with plumbing than I am.
S.E. certainly is, anyway. =^-^=
While he was busy and a bit distracted, I took the liberty of getting to know him a little better. Here's your chance to get to know him, too!
[image error] Hi Robin. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to be a guest on your site.Welcome!! I am so glad you stuck around. Let's begin with a question I love to ask my guests. It's always different for everyone, but it's an event none ever forget.How did you feel when you got your first publishing contractLet me set this up for you because if I were to write it in a story, you would call shenanigans right out of the gate. It was my birthday and I had submitted my first story to a publisher a few weeks before. Of course, I never strayed far from an email source so I kept checking my Blackberry for the yay or nay. We are a bowling family. By that I mean that my kids bowl in multiple leagues and my wife and I bowl in a mixed league on Sunday night. We spend way too much time in a bowling center during the week. Anyway…it was my birthday and my wife and I were bowling on Sunday night. Game two of three, I bowled my second perfect game (300) of my life. Holy crap. Can you see where this is going?So, during game three I checked my phone. There was an email from Breathless Press in my Inbox saying that they were interested in my story. I was elated. My dream of becoming a published author was coming true and on my birthday and after I bowled a perfect game. You don't get many days like that.
And you've bowled us all over with one good book after another ever since!! Sorry couldn't resist! LOL!How do you categorize yourself: pantser or plotter?
I'm a pantser turned plotter. When I started this writing adventure a little over a year ago, I started with short stories. The plot was critical, but of small enough scope that I could keep all the moving parts going in my head. I knew the beginning and the end. To get there, I just followed where my characters led. I didn't feel that I needed to outline or plot them in line to get from point A to point B. Now, though, I'm writing my first novel. The number of balls I'm juggling is crazy. I need to know that character A got to point B by time C and did D in order for the other pieces of the puzzle to fit together. I spun my wheels on the first three chapters. I knew how the story ended. I knew how it started. I knew a couple things in the middle. What I didn't know was how to get all those pieces to hook up, how to move my characters through the story arc. It wasn't coming to me like it did for the short stories. So I wrote the first three chapters. Reviewed them. Rewrote them. Thought about more cool stuff to include somewhere in the plot. Went back to the first part. Ultimately, I took a class with NY Times best-selling Fantasy author David Farland on outlining. It changed my entire outlook on attacking the writing process. I was able to link all the major pieces together through an outline, layering in all the inner, outer and romantic plot lines of each of the point-of-view characters. I have the road map for my entire novel mapped out. Some people may say that this stifles the writing process. I disagree with that. I feel that it's liberating. Instead of worrying about the plot points, I can focus on making the writing and dialog sparkle. Each writer is different and what is now working for me won't be for everybody. I say find what works for you and your style and write your ass off.
I couldn't agree more! What makes a book great in your eyes?
A great book needs to involve me emotionally. Telling a story is good, but if I'm not right there with the characters living the adventure with them, it's not worth the time to read. I want to get sucked in. Feel the danger, hold my breath as they wait for the other shoe to drop on their perfect day, fall in love with the True Love character, root for the hero and revel in the victory at the end. I want to see characters grow and feel that I've grown along with them.
All wonderful qualities to look for in a book. I'm sure you have met budding authors, newer to this world than either of us, so what's the biggest piece of advice you can give a beginning writer?
Finish something. I've told this story before, but it was a critical item for me and stuck for the last twenty plus years. I met NY Times best-selling author Terry Brooks at a book signing in King of Prussia, PA. I was a college kid dreaming of becoming an author. I'd started a number of projects, including a screen play, but hadn't finished any of them. I asked Terry for advice. I was anxious, eager, poised to get any pearl of wisdom from my favorite author at the time. He looked up from signing my copy of Elf Queen of Shannara and asked me a question. "Have you finished anything?" I looked at my shoes, embarrassed that I would have to admit to this fantasy icon that I hadn't finished a project. I shook my head and he smiled knowingly. He told me that his best advice for a young writer was to finish something, anything. You can't be an author unless you finish your story. Well, I finally finished something. But it took me over twenty years to listen to him. I say twenty years, but it was probably more. They say the memory is the first thing to go, whoever 'they' are. See, I've forgotten them too.
You've forgotten because that hardheaded youth that used to rule your world blocked out the wisdom he knew was true, so the "I told you so" people wouldn't start their crap! It's what I like to call the dung-ball effect, which is akin to the snowball effect, only messier. Speaking of finishing what you start, what are you working on now?
Like I mentioned in an earlier question, I'm working on my first novel. It's a heroic/urban fantasy about elemental knights battling an ancient foe in modern day Tampa, FL. Lots of action and character growth with a kick-ass love story rocks the first book of a five book series. I hope to be shopping it around to agents and publishers by the end of the year.
We wish you the nest of luck with that exciting story. It looks like you're on your way to being a very busy man and hopefully bestselling author. So tell us, who is S. E. Holden's favorite all-time author?
Terry Goodkind. The Sword of Truth series is amazing. One book in particular, Faith of the Fallen, hit home for me on so many levels. When I read it for the first time, I was struggling in my professional IT life and I felt that special connection with Richard Rahl as he dealt with his own challenges. The book hit me at the right time and with the right mindset to oust my former favorite, Terry Brooks, from his throne.
I love ot when things fall into place like that. Okay, enough with the small talk. What everyone here wants to know is…Whipped Cream, Strawberry Sauce or Chocolate Syrup?
Whipped Cream. The cold nip as it hits your, or your partner's, skin enhances the experience.
Yes it does!! One last thing and then you can get back in the, ahem, basement and tend to my pipes…I mean the pipes. What is the craziest/sexiest thing you have ever done in public?
Here's my confession…I don't do crazy stuff in public. Even as a kid, I was stoic and proper. Maybe that's why I let my mind wander so much and explore the crazy side of life through my imagination.
Thanks for sticking around… as if you had a choice!
S.E.'s Contact Links: Email: seholden@verizon.net Web: http://www.seholden.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001173999283&v=wall Twitter: @seholden25
Back on Track Buy Links Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/romance/back-on-track.html All Romance eBooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-backontrack-512081-144.htmlAmazon Kindle - http://www.amazon.com/Back-on-Track-book/dp/B004MDLP8M/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1298498579&sr=8-9
Don't forget… Three drawings will be held this week and anyone who comments will be entered in a chance to win a copy of one of the books S.E. Holden is showcasing here this week…so what are you waiting for….comment!!!
This week is going to be...
This week is going to be especially fun. Those of you who know me, are quite aware of my behavior when men stop in for a visit, so be sure to praise my efforts to be good.
The reason for my restraint?
Well let's just say that some male authors, especially when it comes to romance, get hit on quite a bit. Trust me, I would NEVER objectify a man just because he writes hot, sexy, romance with great characters who enjoy sensual escapades... and now that I've reached my fib quota for the week, I can welcome this week's guest... S.E. Holden!!! And yeah, he's one of those kind of authors... but before you get too excited, let me burst the bubble and tell you all right now that he's just a little MARRIED and a dad to boot!!
[image error] Since he was a kid, S.E. Holden wanted to be an author and explored many genres through high school and college. After greasing the gears of the corporate machine for many years, he escaped the Information Technology vortex to focus full-time on his writing dream. A romantic at heart, S.E. loves to write about committed couples struggling with and overcoming life's obstacles only to emerge stronger. The fact that they have steamy, mind-blowing sex along the way makes it even better.
S.E. lives with his wife and two children on the west coast of Florida.
S.E.'s Contact Links: Email: seholden@verizon.net Web: http://www.seholden.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001173999283&v=wall Twitter: @seholden25
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Back On Track...Julie and Ray, a young couple, trying to bring some semblance of normalcy back to their lives after the birth of their son, are finding it exceedingly difficult. And while Jayden is the type of child young parents dream about, his arrival has created a potentially devastating rift between his parents. Will their love and commitment to each other be strong enough to bridge that gap and get their intimacy back on track?
Excerpt "Turn it off? Turn what off?" Julie exhaled loudly, her hands settling on her hips. Realization hardened her expression and added a cold, crispness to her tone. "I thought we were past this, Ray."
"Maybe you were past it, but seeing him reminds me of…everything. I can't go from devoted dad to loving husband to hot lover that quickly." Shoulders slumped in defeat, the words caught in Ray's throat as he fought back his frustrated growl. "I'm sorry. I know that's what you want, but I can't help it, Jules. I'm trying."
"We went through all this in counseling months ago, Ray, remember?" Voice softening, she wrapped her arms around him. "We are allowed to be a couple too, not just parents. In fact, Dr. Richards said we needed to be a couple." With a tender yet firm grasp, she cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss. It started sweet, an innocent press of soft lips, but intensified as he relaxed into her. She pressed her body tight against his; her full, round breasts crushed eagerly, desperately against his muscular form.
On autopilot, his tongue slid out to meet hers for a quick caress before he pushed her gently away. "I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood." He turned and walked down the hall. "I'm going to get on the computer for a while. Don't wait up." He imagined her face, expression rife with disappointment and confusion, tracking him to the door. He didn't dare look.
"I thought I had you this time."
Back on Track Buy Links Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/romance/back-on-track.html All Romance eBooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-backontrack-512081-144.html Amazon Kindle - http://www.amazon.com/Back-on-Track-ebook/dp/B004MDLP8M/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1298498579&sr=8-9
The reason for my restraint?
Well let's just say that some male authors, especially when it comes to romance, get hit on quite a bit. Trust me, I would NEVER objectify a man just because he writes hot, sexy, romance with great characters who enjoy sensual escapades... and now that I've reached my fib quota for the week, I can welcome this week's guest... S.E. Holden!!! And yeah, he's one of those kind of authors... but before you get too excited, let me burst the bubble and tell you all right now that he's just a little MARRIED and a dad to boot!!
[image error] Since he was a kid, S.E. Holden wanted to be an author and explored many genres through high school and college. After greasing the gears of the corporate machine for many years, he escaped the Information Technology vortex to focus full-time on his writing dream. A romantic at heart, S.E. loves to write about committed couples struggling with and overcoming life's obstacles only to emerge stronger. The fact that they have steamy, mind-blowing sex along the way makes it even better.
S.E. lives with his wife and two children on the west coast of Florida.
S.E.'s Contact Links: Email: seholden@verizon.net Web: http://www.seholden.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001173999283&v=wall Twitter: @seholden25
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Back On Track...Julie and Ray, a young couple, trying to bring some semblance of normalcy back to their lives after the birth of their son, are finding it exceedingly difficult. And while Jayden is the type of child young parents dream about, his arrival has created a potentially devastating rift between his parents. Will their love and commitment to each other be strong enough to bridge that gap and get their intimacy back on track?
Excerpt "Turn it off? Turn what off?" Julie exhaled loudly, her hands settling on her hips. Realization hardened her expression and added a cold, crispness to her tone. "I thought we were past this, Ray."
"Maybe you were past it, but seeing him reminds me of…everything. I can't go from devoted dad to loving husband to hot lover that quickly." Shoulders slumped in defeat, the words caught in Ray's throat as he fought back his frustrated growl. "I'm sorry. I know that's what you want, but I can't help it, Jules. I'm trying."
"We went through all this in counseling months ago, Ray, remember?" Voice softening, she wrapped her arms around him. "We are allowed to be a couple too, not just parents. In fact, Dr. Richards said we needed to be a couple." With a tender yet firm grasp, she cupped his face and pulled him down for a kiss. It started sweet, an innocent press of soft lips, but intensified as he relaxed into her. She pressed her body tight against his; her full, round breasts crushed eagerly, desperately against his muscular form.
On autopilot, his tongue slid out to meet hers for a quick caress before he pushed her gently away. "I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood." He turned and walked down the hall. "I'm going to get on the computer for a while. Don't wait up." He imagined her face, expression rife with disappointment and confusion, tracking him to the door. He didn't dare look.
"I thought I had you this time."
Back on Track Buy Links Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/romance/back-on-track.html All Romance eBooks - http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-backontrack-512081-144.html Amazon Kindle - http://www.amazon.com/Back-on-Track-ebook/dp/B004MDLP8M/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1298498579&sr=8-9
June 13, 2011
This weeks spotlight author is making my job easy! Delane...
This weeks spotlight author is making my job easy! Delaney Diamond is not only a wonderful author, she's the type of writer who incorporates what's on her mind into her stories, making a great case for the old saying... write what you know ... not that Ms. Diamond knows anything about unfaithful mates personally, but you know what I mean.
Sit back and enjoy... Delaney Diamond is all yours....
6 Things to Do If You Think He's Cheating
Lately I've been obsessed with the idea of cheating, and it's crept into my writing.
My Latest Works
My May 20th release, Fight for Love, is about a former professional wrestler who gets caught up in a scandal involving groupies and drugs. He's innocent of course, but at the time the tabloids print the story, his wife doesn't know it and they end up divorced. Then there's my current work in progress, tentatively titled The Temptation of a Good Man. It also has a thread of cheating running through it. The hero—whose family was torn apart by cheating—is stunned to see the woman he spent a passionate night with arrive at his sister's wedding on the arm of his brother.
Current Events
Perhaps I'm having these thoughts because of the careless cheats showing up all over the news. Brett Favre and Anthony Weiner (although he never actually had sex with any of these women—allegedly) used social media. They were bold enough to send intimate pictures of themselves to women. As if it wouldn't get out. Then there's John Edwards, who was recently indicted for breaking the law while trying to cover up his affair. And the big daddy of cheaters—Arnold Schwarzenegger, who fathered a child with someone on his staff and kept it a secret for over a decade.
My Advice
If you think your man is cheating, my advice is—whatever you do—don't ask him if he's cheating. That will only tip him off, and he'll deny it and start being more careful so he doesn't get caught. I'm tired of seeing women get the raw end of the deal, so I'm here to offer my unsolicited advice. Disclaimer: I'm not a therapist or advice columnist. I'm simply a romance author who is very sick and tired of hearing about all these cheats.
What to Do If You Think He's Cheating
· Check the History on the computer. If you find links to online dating sites and you haven't been there, he's up to no good. · Check his wallet when he's in the bathroom. Men are notorious for putting women's phone numbers in their wallets. · Surprise him at work. Cheaters hate surprises. · Follow him and make sure you have a video or digital camera. There's nothing worse than seeing the proof and not being able to prove it. You know he'll deny he was ever in that part of town at that motel. But he can't deny it if you have video or a photo!· Empty the bank account. Don't let him spend another dime on his mistress! · If you're married, start looking for a good lawyer while you're still rational. Once your worst fears are confirmed, you won't be able to think clearly in your emotional state.
Bonus
Enjoy a few of my favorite songs on cheating and revenge:Bust Your Windows by Jazmine SullivanHit 'Em Up Style (Oops!) by Blu CantrellBefore He Cheats by Carrie Underwood
Feel free to add to the list of songs and suggestions in the comments below. I'll be taking notes, just in case…Below are a blurb and excerpt from FIGHT FOR LOVE, the second book in my Hot Latin Men series. [image error] Science teacher Rebekah Jamison lives a quiet life in the suburbs of Atlanta. Devastated by a tabloid scandal nine years ago, she ended her marriage to the man her parents never approved of. Rafael Lopez, former professional wrestler and "Sexiest Athlete Alive," regrets the lapse in judgment that caused him to lose his wife. He shows up unannounced one day with some startling news, but he gets a surprise of his own. He finds out he's a father. To get to know his son, he whisks him and Rebekah off to his home in the Hollywood Hills for the summer.
Warning: Get ready for a sensual battle of wills as a conservative teacher lowers her inhibitions and is reminded of why she fell in love with a sexy bad boy wrestler in the first place.
EXCERPT
His cold, angry eyes stared into hers. "How could you do that?" he demanded in a rough voice. "How could you keep him a secret from me?"Now came the hard part—the inadequate explanation she couldn't even justify to herself. "I did try to contact you, but you were always traveling. It was impossible to get in touch with you." "You didn't try hard enough." He found her guilty and delivered a cutting indictment. His eyes were filled with accusation. He swiveled on his heel and stalked over to the door. He stared out the window at the backyard, his shoulders rigid and his neck muscles taut. "Dios, Rebekah, how could you not tell me?"The beseeching sound of his voice tore at her conscience. There was nothing she could say to make what she had done acceptable. She had tried to contact him, but he was right. She hadn't tried hard enough. They were separated and on their way to divorce when she'd found out about her pregnancy.She had been back in Atlanta at her parents' house, and he had already moved to California with Marty Luger. Marty had managed Rafael's career from the time he discovered him at a local fight club in Las Vegas. They had moved there after she graduated from high school, and they got married in a small chapel off the strip.At first, it seemed the best decision was to remain quiet. His life on the road had concerned her, and his career was taking off. With her youthful dreams crushed under reality's ruthless boot, she had felt like an extra appendage. She was certain the last thing he wanted was to be saddled with a child, and she certainly hadn't wanted him to think she was using their son to make claims on his impending fortune. "I was protecting him.""From his own father?" Rafael grated."Yes! I didn't want him exposed to your lifestyle—the drugs, the women, the drinking, and the brutality of that thing you call a sport.""It doesn't excuse what you did." His eyes lowered to her belly. "You robbed me of the chance of watching your body swell with my child and robbed me of the first years of his life."His bitter words were like lashes across her conscience.
Website and blog: http://delaneydiamond.com Facebook fan page: http://facebook.com/DelaneyDiamond Fight for Love trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfst5BAlqXM&feature=player_embedded Available at Amira Press, All Romance Ebooks, for Nook, and Kindle._________________________
Delaney Diamond writes sweet and sensual romance novels with multicultural characters. Read one of her novels to escape reality and fall under the spell of alpha male heroes who fall in love, stay in love, and would never, ever cheat on the heroines.
Sit back and enjoy... Delaney Diamond is all yours....
6 Things to Do If You Think He's Cheating
Lately I've been obsessed with the idea of cheating, and it's crept into my writing.
My Latest Works
My May 20th release, Fight for Love, is about a former professional wrestler who gets caught up in a scandal involving groupies and drugs. He's innocent of course, but at the time the tabloids print the story, his wife doesn't know it and they end up divorced. Then there's my current work in progress, tentatively titled The Temptation of a Good Man. It also has a thread of cheating running through it. The hero—whose family was torn apart by cheating—is stunned to see the woman he spent a passionate night with arrive at his sister's wedding on the arm of his brother.
Current Events
Perhaps I'm having these thoughts because of the careless cheats showing up all over the news. Brett Favre and Anthony Weiner (although he never actually had sex with any of these women—allegedly) used social media. They were bold enough to send intimate pictures of themselves to women. As if it wouldn't get out. Then there's John Edwards, who was recently indicted for breaking the law while trying to cover up his affair. And the big daddy of cheaters—Arnold Schwarzenegger, who fathered a child with someone on his staff and kept it a secret for over a decade.
My Advice
If you think your man is cheating, my advice is—whatever you do—don't ask him if he's cheating. That will only tip him off, and he'll deny it and start being more careful so he doesn't get caught. I'm tired of seeing women get the raw end of the deal, so I'm here to offer my unsolicited advice. Disclaimer: I'm not a therapist or advice columnist. I'm simply a romance author who is very sick and tired of hearing about all these cheats.
What to Do If You Think He's Cheating
· Check the History on the computer. If you find links to online dating sites and you haven't been there, he's up to no good. · Check his wallet when he's in the bathroom. Men are notorious for putting women's phone numbers in their wallets. · Surprise him at work. Cheaters hate surprises. · Follow him and make sure you have a video or digital camera. There's nothing worse than seeing the proof and not being able to prove it. You know he'll deny he was ever in that part of town at that motel. But he can't deny it if you have video or a photo!· Empty the bank account. Don't let him spend another dime on his mistress! · If you're married, start looking for a good lawyer while you're still rational. Once your worst fears are confirmed, you won't be able to think clearly in your emotional state.
Bonus
Enjoy a few of my favorite songs on cheating and revenge:Bust Your Windows by Jazmine SullivanHit 'Em Up Style (Oops!) by Blu CantrellBefore He Cheats by Carrie Underwood
Feel free to add to the list of songs and suggestions in the comments below. I'll be taking notes, just in case…Below are a blurb and excerpt from FIGHT FOR LOVE, the second book in my Hot Latin Men series. [image error] Science teacher Rebekah Jamison lives a quiet life in the suburbs of Atlanta. Devastated by a tabloid scandal nine years ago, she ended her marriage to the man her parents never approved of. Rafael Lopez, former professional wrestler and "Sexiest Athlete Alive," regrets the lapse in judgment that caused him to lose his wife. He shows up unannounced one day with some startling news, but he gets a surprise of his own. He finds out he's a father. To get to know his son, he whisks him and Rebekah off to his home in the Hollywood Hills for the summer.
Warning: Get ready for a sensual battle of wills as a conservative teacher lowers her inhibitions and is reminded of why she fell in love with a sexy bad boy wrestler in the first place.
EXCERPT
His cold, angry eyes stared into hers. "How could you do that?" he demanded in a rough voice. "How could you keep him a secret from me?"Now came the hard part—the inadequate explanation she couldn't even justify to herself. "I did try to contact you, but you were always traveling. It was impossible to get in touch with you." "You didn't try hard enough." He found her guilty and delivered a cutting indictment. His eyes were filled with accusation. He swiveled on his heel and stalked over to the door. He stared out the window at the backyard, his shoulders rigid and his neck muscles taut. "Dios, Rebekah, how could you not tell me?"The beseeching sound of his voice tore at her conscience. There was nothing she could say to make what she had done acceptable. She had tried to contact him, but he was right. She hadn't tried hard enough. They were separated and on their way to divorce when she'd found out about her pregnancy.She had been back in Atlanta at her parents' house, and he had already moved to California with Marty Luger. Marty had managed Rafael's career from the time he discovered him at a local fight club in Las Vegas. They had moved there after she graduated from high school, and they got married in a small chapel off the strip.At first, it seemed the best decision was to remain quiet. His life on the road had concerned her, and his career was taking off. With her youthful dreams crushed under reality's ruthless boot, she had felt like an extra appendage. She was certain the last thing he wanted was to be saddled with a child, and she certainly hadn't wanted him to think she was using their son to make claims on his impending fortune. "I was protecting him.""From his own father?" Rafael grated."Yes! I didn't want him exposed to your lifestyle—the drugs, the women, the drinking, and the brutality of that thing you call a sport.""It doesn't excuse what you did." His eyes lowered to her belly. "You robbed me of the chance of watching your body swell with my child and robbed me of the first years of his life."His bitter words were like lashes across her conscience.
Website and blog: http://delaneydiamond.com Facebook fan page: http://facebook.com/DelaneyDiamond Fight for Love trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfst5BAlqXM&feature=player_embedded Available at Amira Press, All Romance Ebooks, for Nook, and Kindle._________________________
Delaney Diamond writes sweet and sensual romance novels with multicultural characters. Read one of her novels to escape reality and fall under the spell of alpha male heroes who fall in love, stay in love, and would never, ever cheat on the heroines.
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