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Erotic Notions is on the #HolidayHop

What do I love about the holidays, love and romance in December?


Holidays – well to start a holiday means not having to work – but ask any mom the most exhausting time of the year is Christmas. We clean, shop, decorate, shop, bake, shop, cook, shop and entertain. We try to make everything perfect for those in our lives. Why?
Love – love for our family members and for our friends. And during the Christmas season, a bit of love for everyone we meet. For a few days, strangers wish each other a Merry Christmas or season's Greetings. And the world is a better place.
But romance in December – Mmmm. That's a long stroll on a snowy day down a country lane, holding hands with someone very special. Afterwards it's hot chocolate by the fire and snuggling to get warm. It's a time to talk about dreams of the future and remembering fond memories from the past.
And what else do I love about the holidays - gift giving. Answer the skill testing questions and you can win whichever of my books you'd like. (there are free read tabs at the top to help you choose or cover photos on the sides.)Question 1 - what is your favourite Christmas carol?Question 2 - What is your email?Questions 3 - Which of my books would you like to read? 
Pretty tough - eh? I know :-)
Now on to the great big prizes.  You should know the drill by now, leave email address in your comment so you can be entered.
On to the other great authors. 

Ciaran Dwynvil - the bard of gay erotic fantasy on Erotic Notions

 Giving an Erotic Notions welcome to Ciaran Dwynvil.
 


Hi Daryl, thanks for having me as a guest on your blog today and talk about lust for life and love. I say me when I actually mean my characters because honestly speaking I'm just their happy scribe and their personal bard. When they come to me, their story is already there and they just need an author willing to listen in silent midnight hours, paint their life with words and then sing about it on pages of the books. Trails of Love I Crawl was born in the quiet midnight hours, and now comes the time for singing :)
So, I've got my lute ready and...  if you are ready for a storm of emotions, if you dare to accompany my men in the moments of bliss and in the moments of their darkest hours, if you want to experience how it feels to hope, to fall, to despair, to scramble back on one's feet and hope and fight some more, then listen on. Trails of Love I Crawl is a story of faith, life, love and lust that will steal your breath away. Sensitive souls should be warned: I've seen tears in the audience before. No, not because the tale is so bad but because it pulls you in our world and lets you experience what its protagonists feel. 

Hear what the story is about:
Part 1 Blurb: What happens when a guardian of two young men in love is misguided in his beliefs about gay relationships and sends his charges to a reformatory? Amédée's and Lucien's first reactions are shock and fear but they have no other choice than to submit to their guardian's will. Viktor, a first class impostor and the co-owner of the fearful institution, is ready to subject them to all kinds of painful reformations. Or?

The story of two star-crossed lovers soon picks up the pace when Viktor realizes that he is not entirely immune to Amédée's charms. And when High Demon Belial, the Prince of Trickery, the Lord of Lust and the Antilight, takes an interest in the innocent youths, events gather even more momentum. Are the mortals ready to walk and crawl the trails of love? And what effects will Belial's plays have on their destinies? See for yourself. 

Buy Link -  http://www.amazon.com/Trails-Ciaran-Dwynvils-Writing-ebook/dp/B008Z4GYBC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1353754039&sr=8-1&keywords=ciaran+dwynvil

Part 2 Blurb:
What do you do when you face the biggest fear of losing somebody you love? And what do the boys and men in this epic story about lust for life and love do? Do they cave in and lose their faith or do they fall, get to their feet again and fight on for the most powerful belief of all? And how do immortals influence their fates? Deathbearer is prowling around the Cherson's army encampment and this time she has found a better instrument for her malicious vengeance. Will her plotting destroy Belial's favorites or will he be able to protect them from all harm? Two boys, five men, and two immortals. Twenty-two nights of life. What will the full moon night bring? Buy Link -   http://www.amazon.com/Trails-Ciaran-Dwynvils-Writing-ebook/dp/B00AG1JFYA/ref=la_B008Z9IK8C_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1354386198&sr=1-2  A snippet from Part 2:
Invigorated by the quiet understanding, he kissed the demon again and again, focusing on those caresses, trying to dismiss the other sensations considerably lower. But he couldn't really forget about them. The warm hands there, the blade, the touches... the humiliation of the whole procedure mingled with the hard kisses he gave to the youth in one strange elixir. It gushed through his veins and made him long with such urgency that he felt his manhood twitching under assails of need. He was dancing on the point of a needle and couldn't stop. Something in him demanded both. To dominate and to submit. At the same time. Maker, what was he getting himself into? He... he didn't want to submit. He didn't. And his legs opened more, while his mouth crushed the soft petals of the demon's lips. This was an insane place and he was going mad. He shouldn't like this. He shouldn't.
Who doesn't want to submit to whom? Well, I can only tell you that these few lines come from the scene with a trio of two demons and a mortal man. Revealing anything else would spoil the surprise for you, which I wouldn't like to do. If you're intrigued by this gay paranormal fantasy romance and decide to get the books, then me and my generous benefactors wish you happy reading and invite you for a chat with them on my home blog http://ciarandwynvil.wordpress.com/ Both me and them love talking with our readers, so if you'd like to speak with them directly, it will be our pleasure to welcome you there. 
      

Blood Bound on Erotic Notions

If you are here for the Hot Winter Nights Blog Hop - please go to archive on right side. My blog is refusing to put both up.

Áine P Massie – Blood Bound


Hey, Daryl! Thanks for inviting me over for some tea and a few questions. I just hope I don’t bore your readers too badly. ;)
Tell us 6 things about yourself.
I have six children, ages from 4 to 16 years old.My minor in college was Deaf Studies. I love both the ASL language and the culture of the Deaf. In fact, that love inspired one of the characters in Blood Bound.I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and walk with forearm crutches.I love to read, especially paranormal / urban fantasy, m/m, and epic fantasy.Even though I was born and raised in the south, I spent so much time with my maternal grandfather (born and raised in Canada) that I still spell things ‘colour’ ‘honour’ ‘centre’ – ergo why my books are not written in American English, lol.There are few things I miss from ‘home’ but iced sweet tea is the nectar of the gods, IMHO. Sadly, you can’t get descent sweet tea in the north. L
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer"?
Believe it or not, when I got my first partial critique from a friend of mine. She’s an English Lit major, so her words really hit home. Though, being an author didn’t really hit me until I held the first proof copy of Blood’s Voice in my hot little hands.
What genre(s) do you write in?
So far, I write New Adult, Paranormal Romance. I have other loves but that is what lives in my head for now. Maybe in time I will branch out, but I’m more likely to pick other PNR creatures, truth be told.
How many books have you written? List names of published books?
I have two (2) published – Blood’s Voice and Blood Bound– and two (2) that I’m working on – Glamour Blade and ‘unnamed’ – plus the idea for book 5 in the House Millar series.
What is your latest book about?
Blood Bound is the continuation of Anya, Nicholas, and Declán’s story. They have become not just a family but Anya is the leader of a small vampire House, dedicated to those that respect humans. More of her past is revealed as new monsters threaten their House / family. Relationships are threatened and some are changed, but one thing the holds true no matter what is their love.
You get to see Anya grow into her role, Declán settle into training while juggling family and school, and Nicholas . . . well . . . I think he finally shows a lot of his hidden pain that you only see hints of in Blood’s Voice.
What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets).
I would have to pick the Anam Amháin ceremony. (Yes, that’s Irish, lol.) It’s totally non-traditional for the humans and the vampires but means to much too all involved and has long term effects that won’t be revealed until Glamour Blade.
Plotter or a pantster?  Why does this work best for you?
A little of both. I have a loose outline but mainly go where the characters dictate; it’s their story after all. I tried the whole plotting thing; they didn’t like me trying to force them to follow it so I gave up.
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life?
A little of yes and a bit of no. None of them are heavily based on people I know but each of my focus characters carry a few traits from friends or family that helped inspire the characters.
Personally I have trouble coming up with book titles, is this easy for you? How do you do it?
Hmm . . . For The first two books of the House Millar series I had the names before I had even a 1/3 of Blood’s Voice completed. The next two, which I am busy working on – I promise – gave me fits on the names.
Short question time.Chocolate ice cream or chocolate gelato?
Chocolate ice cream. Believe it or not, I’ve never had gelato.
Baseball or hockey?
When I was a kid I played baseball and went to many minor league games. Sadly, I was never overly exposed to hockey but, before you assume me deranged, I love watching it now. Much hotter men on ice!


Hot red finger nail polish or bare nails?
Um, neither. I prefer either something clean and simple, like French manicure, or creative but soft colours. Bare is boring and red is too in-your-face, lol.
Spaghetti or steak?
This is a super easy one . . . Spaghetti as I can’t eat meat L Medical necessitates a meatless existence, lol. But hey, noodles are nummy ;)
Laying on a beach or skiing down a mountain?
Skiing, totally. I have major issues with extreme heat and with burning in the sun – sun poisoning is NOT fun. I love snow and wish I had learned to snow board.
White roses or red roses?
Lavender or silver are my favourites! So pretty.
Any last comments – ideas.
Thank you for having me over at Erotic Notions! I love your site (and your books ;) ).
Áine



Title: Blood Bound
Author: Áine P Massie
Publisher: Geas Publishing
Series: House Millar, #2
Genre: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Length: Novel


How many ways can a hearts true love be shared? After poisoning, near death attacks, consummated passions, and possible insanity visit Anya, Nicholas, and Declán they embark on their future. Or at least they try to. Jealousy can be a pain, in more ways than one.
Can Anya protect her lovers, find peace within herself, and lead the House Millar? With her loves and guards, Nicholas and Declán, she sets out to do just that. If only life, eternal life, were that easy.
Come take a walk with our loving family and witness the strange turns and twists as life, love, and passions collide with greed, politics, and evil..
Buy Links


Purchase eBook:  Geas Publishing  |  Amazon  |  ARe  | Barnes & Noble  | iStore  
Purchase Print:  Geas Publishing  |  Amazon
Signatures: Kindlegraph  or  Bookplate


Praise for Blood Bound


“Áine gave me even more reasons than ever to love her strong and charismatic cast of characters. Each stepped up their game in the newest book. I will be looking forward to the next installment of House Millar, which I understand will not be from Anya’s point of view. Sounds interesting. If you love a good vampire story…Blood’s Voice and Blood Bound are great choices.” — Kristin @ Better Read Than Dead


“I love the way she made all of the characters work together in one way or the other. Anya shows lots of important vampires that she is NOT one to mess with. She claims her position as Mistress in more ways than one and she does so very well. I especially liked the “letter” at the end! Definitely got me ready for book three!” — Christina  @ Intoxicated by Books


“Although it’s a book about vampires, there are some surprisingly well thought out themes that play throughout the book. I loved the way Anya’s personality has grown and she’s really progressed as a character since book 1. Some of my favorite scenes were the tender moments between Anya and Nicholas and the love story that really builds inthis book.” — Vanessa @ Boekie’s Book Reviews


“I can assure you….. this book is like the first one. A wonderfull read. Easy to get into and easy to follow book. You get to meet some new characters, but also the characters I loved from book one are back. … Awesome book!!!” — Kyanara @ Kyanara’s Mad Reviews


“This time around, I was pulled right into the story. This book starts right where the last one ended. I enjoyed reading more about Anya’s back-story and got to know some more characters and their back stories. Anya is head of her own house now and she seems to be collecting more eclectic members this time around. I recommend this book for paranormal romance fans for its sensual scenes and titillating drama.” — Heather @ Earth’s Book Nook

About the Author 
Áine P Massie is originally from Florida, she now lives in Wisconsin where she works on her House Millar series full time while raising four children (the term herding cats comes to mind). Her major in College was Childhood Education (specialization in ages zero to five) with a minor study in Deaf Culture/ASL. She is also a Wiccan priestess dedicated to the gods, family, and love.A lifelong reader, Áine has always had a particular fascination with vampires, mythology, and the unusual. When she can escape from her children and books, she enjoys . . . oh yes, reading, playing, ritual, a good cappuccino, and working with her healing stones.Her first published work came in high school where she was part of a writing and drama group. But, she’s been reading the likes of Shakespeare and Poe since late elementary school and enjoys most forms of fiction. Blood’s Voice has been a long time in coming and with its publication (June 2011) Áine embarked on a new chapter in her life.
Where to find her.

Website – http://apmassie.com
Blog – http://apmassie.com/blog/
Facebook (Author) – https://www.facebook.com/apmassie.author
Facebook (Series) – https://www.facebook.com/BloodsVoice
Twitter – http://twitter.com/AnyaMillar
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/anyamillar
Google + – https://plus.google.com/115857487824411469639/
eMail – anya.millar@gmail.com

Erotic Notions is warming up on #HotWinterNights #BlogHop

What do I like to do on a Hot Winter Night? Well, since I live in Canada - if the night's hot it's because my hubby has the wood stove going and there is nothing more romantic that curling up in front of roaring fire with your hubby. How about you? What do you like to do?

Esmeralda Hood is the heroine of my Twisted fairy tale - Sexy Red Hood. What heats up her winter night? Being sent on a Caribbean cruise and meeting 2 - that's 2 - hot men who are willing to chase the frosty chill off her.





Excerpt - ADULT



His eyes were dark as his gaze locked onto Red's. He was less than a breath away. His aftershave made her head spin. Will's fingers grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it apart. The sound of the buttons falling to the floor mixed with Red's gasp of surprise. His hands pulled her bra over her breasts a moment before his mouth latched onto a swelling nipple. A second pair of hands pulled down her skirt and dropped her panties to the floor. She looked down. As Chopper's deep blue eyes gazed up at Red, he stroked his fingers across her wet slit. Will scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Bending down, he released her and she fell back, bouncing on the soft mattress. By the time she sat up and removed her bra, both men were naked and on the rise. She touched Chopper's cock. Chopper pushed Red gently backward onto the bed. Will grabbed her legs and spun her so she sprawled in the middle. She felt the bed shake as both men climbed on. Chopper lay down beside her and faced Red. Their lips met with a hungry passion as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Red moaned as their tongues danced together. Kneeling between her legs, Will ran his fingers teasingly up and down the insides of her thighs. His hands massaged the muscles in Red's legs then slipped under her and continued the same kneading motion on her buttocks. Chopper released their kiss and lowered his lips to Red's breast. His tongue flicked at her nipple. The mattress rolled as Will crawled up on the other side of Red then laved her left breast. As if in silent coordination, one tongue teased her left breast as the other nipped her right. In unison, both men sucked in a nipple and rolled it around in their mouth. Their hands slid down Red's body to her groin. Chopper's thumb and forefinger rubbed and circled her nub, while Will's hand teased the opening to her pussy. The pressure on her clit intensified as Will slid two fingers deep into her wet, hungry cunt. A deep purr of contentment emanated from her throat. She pulled Chopper's face to hers, parting her lips as his mouth neared. Their tongues danced an intimate waltz, while in Red's cunt, Will's fingers mimicked the thrustings of Chopper's tongue. Releasing Chopper, Red reached up to pull Will's mouth to hers. Chopper moved lower and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The slurping sounds of mouth on mouth, mouth and nipple and fingers thrusting into liquid heat were mixed with the groans and moans of the fully aroused creatures. They were no longer humans in the true sense of the word. All three had slipped back to the deepest and most powerful of their basic instincts and at that moment it ruled their existence. Chopper eased down and settled between Red's knees. Will's mouth withdrew from Red's. His eyes were dark, his brow furled and a low growl sounded in his throat. Resting his weight on his hands, Chopper wiggled his cock into position, ready to slip through the carnal wetness dripping from Red's pussy. He closed his eyes. A blissful smile crossed his face. Red opened her legs, offering herself to his swollen cock and the pleasures he could deliver. Quick as a cat, Will got on his knees and shoved Chopper away from the prize. Red groaned in frustration. Chopper raised up on his knees, ready to defend what was his. Will snarled a dangerous threat. Chopper hesitated. Will moved to the empty place between Red's legs. He did not hesitate nor did he revel in anticipated bliss. Positioning himself, Will plunged deep inside her torrid, willing snatch. Accepting all of his massive, swollen cock, Red squealed in delight as he thrust into her cunt. He stretched and filled her. Feeling a fullness she had never experienced, she arched her hips and urged him deeper. Mixed with Red's moans and Will's grunts were the sucking sounds of his cock's relentless pounding. Red ground her hips into him at the apogee of his thrust. She wanted every last bit of his shaft buried inside her, pleasuring her, driving her to limits she'd never experienced before. "Look at me." Will's voice sounded like a snarl. She opened her eyes. His gaze locked onto hers as the power and speed of his thrust increased. "Fuck me, Will! You feel so good. So strong. I need you. Deeper! Ah!" She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed him against her. "Harder, Will." His force increased as she urged him on. Her body screamed for release, but she resisted. His pleasuring was a drug and she'd become an addict. 


To win a copy of Sexy Red Hood - leave your email and tell me which is your favourite fairy tale. (I'm looking for an idea for my next twisted fairy tale.)

The grand prizes for the whole blog hop are - trumpets blaring - We will be giving away a grand prize worth over $100 in value, which includes 11 eBooks and $60 in eGift Certificates:

    $50 Amazon Gift Card
    $10 Bookstrand Bucks
    eBook prize package  
To win - comment on each post and MAKE SURE you leave your EMAIL address.
 

Áine P Massie's Blood Boud on Erotic Notions

BLOOD BOUND Excerpt BlastNovember 30th 2012




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Áine will be giving away one eBook of BLOOD’S VOICE plus a $5 Gift Card from Amazon or Are to one luck winner! In order to win you need to fill out the Rafflecopter form below.
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Excerpt:
“No. I see the strange colour of his eyes though. If you don’t mind, I wanna sit for a minute while you argue out who has the right to bite me.” I so wanted to wipe the smirk that was now plastered on his face – off. Ugh! He slid down into a sitting position staring from me to the stranger and back again. Strengthening my voice a little, as he had not answered all my questions yet, I continued. “Who are you and why are you here?” I was still in a defensive position, partially blocking him from Declán, just in case. “Pyotr. My name is Pyotr Dikau. You would use Peter probably. As to why? I was told the strange Head of this House here had bonded a Guardian. I had to see for myself. I assume that would be you as only one that had blood bonded him could do what you just did and still be stable standing there.” The stranger’s eyes had been sweeping over me as if looking for something, now I knew what. He was waiting for me to break out in the blood-sweat like Jonathan had the one time he had tasted Declán’s blood. Intriguing. “Ha-ha,” Declán began laughing staring up at the stranger, Pyotr. “Only you, Anya, would have a vampire attack you to try’n defend a Guardian.” I glowered down at him, not enjoying his humour. “I was just to survey and watch a little before approach but then I saw her feeding on you. What was I supposed to think?” Pyotr truly seemed upset that I had bitten Declán even knowing it was his choice. 

Title: Blood Bound Author: Áine P MassiePublisher: Geas PublishingSeries: House Millar, #2Genre: New Adult, Paranormal, RomanceLength: Novel
How many ways can a hearts true love be shared? After poisoning, near death attacks, consummated passions, and possible insanity visit Anya, Nicholas, and Declán they embark on their future. Or at least they try to. Jealousy can be a pain, in more ways than one. Can Anya protect her lovers, find peace within herself, and lead the House Millar? With her loves and guards, Nicholas and Declán, she sets out to do just that. If only life, eternal life, were that easy. Come take a walk with our loving family and witness the strange turns and twists as life, love, and passions collide with greed, politics, and evil..Buy Links
Purchase eBook:  Geas Publishing  |  Amazon  |  ARe  | Barnes & Noble  | iStore  Purchase Print:  Geas Publishing  |  Amazon Signatures: Kindlegraph  or  Bookplate

Erotic Notions on the Black Friday BlogHop - #BkFriHop

To start - I'm Canadian and we don't "celebrate" Black Friday - we sit back and watch the U.S. shopping frenzy. 

 Some brave souls do venture into the States to try their hand that this craziness. But most of us prefer to watch it on TV, like the Santa Claus Parade. Sit back and watch the news clips of people lined up at midnight hoping to be the first few in the store to snag the 80" Plasma Screen for $20. (or whatever the insane price is)

 This is the headline and first line of a news items - it is dated Nov 20th, 2012.
Shoppers line up for sales days ahead of Black Friday
Although it's still days away, American shoppers are already lining up outside stores and pitching tents as they wait for Black Friday sales.

Strange, how a morbid term - Black Friday - has morphed into meaning "shopping nirvana."

Here's hoping it stays "nirvana" this year and tempers don't flare when 2 different people have a death grip on the latest - and last - "must have" Christmas toy.

So what insanity am I doing for Black Friday? I'm offering one lucky poster all three of my erotic romances.
I'm listing a few "you musts" to get these free books. This is like lining up at midnight.

1. I need your email address. You all are getting better at that - yay you.   
2. List the names of my books. Really want to be sure you know what you are getting.
3. Tell me the name of one of my fish. Feed them if you like - they are always hungry.
4. And tell me why you'd like to win. Not just a cut and paste - Thanks for the chance to win.    

And if you just can't wait - click on the covers - they are linked to a buy site or check the free reads for other buy sites listed.

The blog hop giveaways - 
 
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet2nd Grand Prize: A $75 Amazon or B&N Gift Card3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

And the always present hop link - Hop Link

 

Cristian Slade's abs on Erotic Notions

Pause and drool.
Ahem. I mean talented author Jennifer Lowery is visiting.

A few weeks ago I reviewed Jennifer's book, Hard Core, and today I have the pleasure of her visiting. If you wish to read the review, it is in the archives under October. I don't review every book I read, but I did for this one - short version, I loved the book.

So enough about me, let's meet Jennifer. Come on  in, pull up a chair and say hi.



  Hi Erotic Notions and all you fabulous readers out there *waves.* Thank you so much for having me today! My debut book, Hard Core, released last month so I’m very excited to be here! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!! 

In honor of my release I am offering a copy of my debut contemporary suspense, Hard Core, in either ebook format or signed print copy to one lucky commenter so please leave me a comment with your EMAIL and gift choice to be entered to win!!
Tell us 6 things about yourself. 
 1. I’m a wife of 20 years to a wonderful man!2. I have 3 teenagers.
3. I love dark chocolate.4. I love to read and spend time with my family. 5. I’m really shy!6. I’m terrified of heights and small spaces.
(OMG - on number 2)(Totally with you on numbers 3 and 5!)
What genre(s) do you write in?I write action/adventure romance and military romance and I love it!
Have many books have you written? List names of published books?Not counting the ones under my bed, lol, I’ve written eight books, three of which are contracted. My debut novel, Hard Core, came out October of this year! Yay! My second, The Treasure, is scheduled for January, 2013, and my third, Murphy’s Law, for March, 2013. I also have a short story, Taking Chances on Amazon that I self-published. 

(note note note - more exciting reads hiding under her bed)

Plotter or a pantster?  Why does this work best for you?Complete pantster! Much to my OCD side’s distress, lol. In life I am organized, efficient, orderly. But when it comes to my writing I’m the total opposite. I’ve tried outlining, writing out timelines, planning, and every time lost my story. Yep, by time I finished I felt like I’d already written the story and lost all interest. Besides, once I started writing, my characters didn’t stick to the plan anyway so I ended up throwing the notes out! So I’ve learned to trust my process, but it is really hard for me to let my creative side take over.  
(Putting Jennifer on the pantster list)
Personally I have trouble coming up with book titles, is this easy for you? How do you do it?Book titles are very hard for me usually. Hard Core came to me through my hero, Slade, because he was a Hard Core mercenary and I just knew that was the title. That doesn’t usually happen, lol. Murphy’s Law came out of my hero’s name, actually my husband came up with that title. And The Treasure I thought for sure they would change, but it fit the story so my publisher kept it. I still don’t think I’m very good with titles.

Chocolate ice cream or chocolate gelato?Chocolate ice cream.
Baseball or hockey?Hockey.
(if there actually was a hockey season to watch!)
Hot red finger nail polish or bare nails?Bare nails.
Spaghetti or steak?Spaghetti.
Laying on a beach or skiing down a mountain?Can I take the mountain without the skiing, lol?

 (Heck yes. I never could understand the concept of throwing myself off the side of the mountain with wood strapped to my feet and trees put up at road blocks.)

White roses or red roses?Red.
Thank you for having me today, Erotic Notions!! I just want to send out a big THANK YOU to all my readers out there! Without you I wouldn’t be here. My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your generosity and support! 
All my best, 
Jennifer

 Hard Core/Romantic Suspense
Blurb:Tag: He takes lives. She saves them.
A supposedly hassle-free job for mercenary Cristian Slade becomes a mission of mercy when he saves a life instead of taking one. Slade's new mission might be his most dangerous yet, because the danger is to his heart.
Tragedy has sent esteemed surgeon Alana O'Grady to a remote a remote Nicaraguan island where she immerses herself in the lives of a native American tribe, using her talents for goodwill instead of wealth and prestige. But life turns upside down when her work requires she protect a rugged mercenary who commands her attention when she's awake and dominates her dreams while she sleeps.
Doctoring Cristian puts her entire tribe in danger from the man who's hunting him. Is it her professional oath or her unprofessional attraction to him keeping her from sending him away to heal on his own? Alana's fire warms Cristian's heart, but he's a hardened assassin and has no business falling for someone like her. Can they fight hard enough to keep what they might have together?
Content Warning: Sexual content.

Excerpt:
Prepared to start an IV, she picked up a needle. She had it in position when his other arm shot out and he clamped her wrist in a bone-crushing grip. Startled, she met his panicked gaze.“I said no needles.”Her heart banged against her ribcage as she let the needle slip out of her hand. It hit the floor with a small ting. Alana opened her hands in surrender, her patient’s fingers digging into her flesh. For a man half-dead, he had amazing strength.“Okay,” she said to placate him. “Relax, I don’t have it anymore. It’s your choice, but I recommend you let me start an IV for meds.”“No. Just fix me.”Alana pinned him with a no nonsense stare. “I’m not impressed with Superman heroics.”Face pale and drawn, he said gruffly, “I’m not Superman. Learned not to trust people with needles.”Her fingers were going numb. “If I remove the bullet without pain medication or anesthetic, you’re going to be sorry.”He studied her. “You’re really a doctor?”Alana bristled. “Technically, yes.”“Technically?”She didn’t have time to explain herself with the amount of blood seeping from his gunshot wound. “I went to med school. You can let go of my arm now. I won’t use any needles.”He looked down and immediately released his grip. She rubbed her wrist to soothe away the ache. “Can I get to work now, or do you want to question me more about my credentials while you bleed to death? I don’t have a blood bank, so you’re screwed if you lose too much.”Her blunt statement received a curt nod. She normally didn’t talk to her patients like that. Her patients didn’t normally countermand her either.“Do it,” he said.“Without anesthetics?”“I don’t need them. Just get it over with.”Stubborn, stupid, or both? Insane, yes, but there wasn’t time to argue with him.“Okay. The offer stands if you change your mind.”“I won’t.”She doubted that, but didn’t comment. Instead, wiped her forehead with her forearm, and picked up gauze pads to clean the wound.“Here goes,” she warned and dabbed his skin. Her patient didn’t move or even wince as she cleaned the angry wound. Either he had a will of steel or he’d passed out again. Hopefully, the latter. Sweat rolled down her back as she finished cleansing the area around the bullet entry. Red flesh puckered with the first signs of infection. In this environment infection was guaranteed.With a steady hand that would have made her father proud, she picked up her instruments and took a deep breath.“You still with me?”He murmured a response, turning his head slightly so he could see her. The stark beauty of his profile, despite the bruises, struck her again. The lines of his face were chiseled, unforgiving. The kind of man she’d glance at twice if she passed him on the street. A man associated with a criminal.“Still here, Doc. What are you waiting for?” Husky with pain, his deep voice brought her out of her thoughts.She gave herself a mental shake. “Want something to bite down on?”A small, wry smile touched his lips and his lids closed. “You won’t hear a peep out of me. Just fix me, Doc.”“I can hit you so you’ll sleep through it,” she muttered.That drew a low chuckle from him. She didn’t expect him to have a sense of humor. He seemed too…hard. His chuckle turned into a grunt of pain. “You probably hit like a girl.”Alana grinned. “Yes, I do. Rest assured it won’t feel like it.”“Appreciate the offer, but, no.” His words slurred together, his muscles tense as he fought his body’s demands.“You got a name, Superman?”His head rolled to the side, his chest rose and fell slowly. She thought he was out but he murmured, “Cristian.”“Nice to meet you, Cristian.”Then she dug into the wound for the bullet.
Author Bio:  Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 
Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.    Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and three children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.  
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Jenna Jaxon's 7 Days of Seduction on Erotic Notionss

Afternoon Delight
Sexual relationships that start at the office are a common occurrence.  Having sex at the office, however, may be a little more rare. 
Author Arianne Cohen, who reads diaries while doing research for her books, reported in her article for Bloomberg Businessweek that “in the 3,500 diaries I’ve read, a grand total of 11 office affairs actually took place within the workplace walls.”  This would seem to argue that most people tend to play it safe and keep the hanky-panky elsewhere.
Then, of course, there are the daredevils.
One such occurrence has been big news recently.  CIA Director David Petraeus reportedly had sex with a co-worker under his desk.  Not the most inventive place, although simply “doing it” in CIA Headquarters grants him the “Most Unusual Office Sex” label in my book.
The SheKnows Living section has come to the rescue of those of us who might want to partake of this particular “forbidden fruit” by listing the “Top Ten Places to Have Sex in the Office.”  They’ve come up with everything from the “mundane” under the desk and copy room to the more taboo Boss’s desk or the adventuresome elevator. 
I’m sure that wherever an amorous couple lands in the workplace, it will be quite the memorable experience.  It surely was for my hero and heroine in 7 Days of Seduction.  On Day 4, Ashley and Hunter stage their own version of Afternoon Delight on Ashley’s desk—in the office of the Chair of the English Department at UC Berkeley.  Suffice it to say, they’ll have some memories—and perhaps nightmares—about that experience.





Excerpt for 7 Days of Seduction:
She dropped her purse to slide her hands up his back, raking it lightly with her nails through his cotton shirt. The vibrations of his answering groan resounded against her breasts. He disengaged his tongue and dragged it down her neck, nipping her skin every few inches. Each one caused a frisson of delight to sprint down her body. When he reached the juncture of her neck and shoulder, the nip became a full-fledged bite."Aah." She moaned softly, her panties dampening at the delightful pain. "Hunter, what are you doing? We're going out to lunch and I'm going to be miserable with wanting you.""Hmm." He worked his mouth back up her neck until it pressed close against her ear. "I don't want you to be miserable, Ash. That would never do." He lifted first her right then her left leg over his hips then cupped her ass with both hands. She immediately locked her legs around him and the hard line of his cock rubbed against her crotch. "I have an idea." He walked them over to Ashley's desk. Hunter shifted her weight until one hand clasped her butt in the center. With the free hand, he set the lamp down on the floor, pushed a pile of papers toward her computer and plunked Ashley down on her desk. She shook her head at him, laughing. "What do you think you're doing?""What does it look like?" He pushed her torso back until she lay with her head almost touching her computer monitor, her body spread across the dark walnut wood. Lifting her hips, he pushed her dress to her waist and stared down at her tiny red thong panties. A smile spread across his face. "Now aren't we color coordinated today?"Before she could open her mouth to protest his smug tone, he pulled a clear plastic packet from his pocket and held it up to reveal a red condom. Ashley laughed, stopped abruptly and stared at the door. "Are you crazy?" she whispered, trying to pull down her skirt and sit up. "Anyone could walk in.""No one's going to walk in, Ash.” Hunter pressed her back down onto the desk, his big solid body pinning her like a wrestler. "It's lunchtime during August. No faculty or students around." He loomed over her face, his eyes mere inches from hers. Her breasts rubbed his chest with every breath she took. God, she loved that feeling. Her nipples hardened as the friction increased."There are administrators and secretaries around. They might come by.""Dr. Hawthorne is out of town. Chances are less than one in ten someone will show up." He rubbed his cheek against hers, a hint of stubble scraping her skin, the citrus of his cologne tickling her nose. "This is the next level of adventure, Ash. You game?"


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Author Bio:
Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance.  She is currently finishing revisions to Betrothal, the first book in the Time Enough to Loveseries.  Her Georgian novel, Only Scandal Will Do, the first in a series of five interconnecting novels, was released in July 2012.  Work on the second book of the series, Only Marriage Will Do, has begun.  Her third full-length novel, As Long As You’re Mine, set in Victorian London and Richmond, Virginia is currently out to an agent.
Jenna has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage. She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.Blog:  http://jennajaxon.wordpress.comFacebook:  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenna-Jaxon/14685757872370Twitter:  @Jenna_Jaxon


 (links to articles mentioned in post )
http://www.businessweek.com/articles/2012-11-12/how-often-do-people-have-sex-at-the-office


http://www.sheknows.com/living/articles/955777/top-10-places-for-office-sex

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Fall I dislike fall – okay yea – it's beautiful. See blog button at left.






But it leads to winter and that means cold and snow up here in Canada.
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Cold and snow makes me want to hibernate – curl up next to the wood stove with a big hot chocolate and spend the day lost in other worlds and other people's lives. The hotter the read the better, to make me forget about the howling blizzard outside.
So today, I brought along 3 hot reads and a promise for # 4
Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she discovers is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
(Free read - click on tab at top of page)(Buy Link in free read) "Go save your Grandmother." After learning her grandmother booked a cruise with a supposed gigolo and is squandering her inheritance, Esmeralda (Red) Hood boards Emerald Forest cruise ship to protect both.  Once there, Red slips and falls into the arms of Wilhelm Olf, a dark-eyed, continental who makes her body tingle. Stepping out of the elevator, she barges into Andrew Woodsman, a bumbling private school teacher on his first vacation cruise.With her attention torn between the dissimilar but sexually-intriguing men and keeping watch over tequila drinking, rock wall climbing grandma, Red's cruise is filled with fun and erotic fantasies.Grandmother's warning of Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothingleaves Red confused. Later, when she wakes up in a utility closet, hands and feet bound and emerald necklace missing, Red discovers the man she suspected is not only innocent but also the one she loves. (Free read - click on tab at top of page) (Buy link in free read)

Purchased to be trained as a courtesan, Branwyn arrives in a strange new land. A castle called Black Dorn. Her instructor, Duna Trea, is horrified by Branwyn's lack of knowledge of the relations between a man and his woman. Branwyn begins her daily lesson in the art of bedding a man.Back from battle, Prince Malack rests near a brook to freshen before returning to the court of his father. His life is lonely. The noble woman chosen to be his bride rejected him and bedded his hated rival. Malack turned his anger and loneliness onto the focus of battle and increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn.Branwyn, lost and afraid, nears the handsome stranger standing by the brook and requests his help. Malack raises his eyes and his gaze settles onto the face of the woman who will be his queen. (Free read - click tab on top of page.)(Buy link in free read)


And an unedited excerpt from WIP - Capri's Fate. 
Traffic picked up as we neared the convention center. The driver wormed his way through the congestion and parked at the curb by the main entrance. "Well it seems like a popular attraction." I paid the cabbie and we followed the crowd into the building. My feet froze to the sidewalk. I snapped my face in her direction. "Erotic Notions! The…the sex show!""Yup. Keep moving. You're blocking people behind us." Kat nudged my arm to urge me forward. "I pre-ordered tickets. You just need to pay.""I'm not going in there." I moved to the side and placed my hands on my hips."Oh come on." Kat tugged my elbow. "It'll be fun. What else were you going to do tonight, Capri?""But, what if…." My stomach dropped to my knees."Don't say it. I know, what if someone sees us. Girl, we're over twenty-one. We've both been married and divorced. We’re thirty-three.""Excuse me. Thirty-two until July.""Thirty-two. Geesh. But still, I think we're labeled as cougar wannabees. Not old enough to be a cougar. Not young enough to be a cheerleader."I opened my mouth to voice another valid complaint, but Kat shushed me with a perfect teenage roll of her eyes and the first logical thing she'd said all night. "If somebody sees us, they're in there too—d'uh!"I think I should've had more wine at dinner. Kat directed me to the ticket kiosk and then in some blur of disbelief, I was standing inside the nation's biggest sex toy show. The last consumer trade show I attended was for the company. It featured displays of state-of-the-art computers, software and how to make your office environmental and ergonomic. The dispassionate side of me said this was very much the same. Display booths lining the walkways with sales people pitching their wares.The entire rest of my being said, "Run!" The wareshere weren't technological. They were fruit-scented anal lube, blowup dolls, crotchless panties and…and…what the hell is that?Kat grabbed my shoulder. "This is so exciting. I've always wanted to come to one of these. We get to do the private rooms.""Oh! Uh, great." Words exited my mouth but my brain was still in shock."Come on, this way. We, also, get to use the V.I.P. area. Champagne and chocolate." Her voice rose two octaves.Champagne! I could use a slug—I mean a sip. We showed our passes to a large security guard then sat at a table overlooking the convention area. A server placed two unbelievably tiny plastic glasses filled with champagne on our table and a plate of four chocolates. Who eats only four chocolates?I snapped my fingers. "Waitress." She turned back toward our table.With one hand, I picked up more champagne flutes and with the other I grabbed another plate of dark delight. "I paid seventy-five dollars for these tickets. These are mine."She started to protest but I gave my best corporate-bitch stare down. She turned on her heel and left.

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Arlene Webb is visiting Erotic Notions

My name’s Arlene Webb and I’m promoting my newest release, Harey. A historical romance novel, M/F/M.
Tell us about yourself. Where were you born? Where do you live now?Born in upstate NY, I escaped for my twenties to the desert of Arizona and then returned a decade later to where I started to run a chain of family owned florist shops. Presently, we’re down to one store and I hop every moment I can into more interesting worlds.
How long have you been writing? What inspired you to write? Poetry as a child, essays on how to kill your gym teacher in ten easy steps in high school, creative writing in college, and then, yippee, work got so boring I started filling notebooks. My son said, geez, mom, I can’t even read the first line of this scrawl, and he guided me into the digital age.
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer."?Yep, my first signed contract. There’s nothing like knowing a publisher is deluded and thinks you’re a real author.
What genre do you write in? List names of published books.Science-fiction, paranormal, suspense, historical, contemporary, undefinable, with either a splash or tidal wave of romance. Currently I have four releases with Decadent Publishing, and another releasing next year. A novel and a novella with MuseitUp, and four novels (series) out as inde, and a young adult sci-fi just released.
What is your latest book about?  A historical ménage that began in 612 AD. Harey is the honest to God (I’m lying) true story of the man behind the myth of the Easter bunny. It contains violent, and what I found to be shocking, historical fact (I’m not lying) and shows that love can triumph over sacrifice, betrayal, religion and allegiance.

What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets) There’s a lot of them, but here’s one.The scene where Harey dares to face the man he loves, expecting to have his neck snapped because he thought himself to be no longer fit for a pagan goddess, and his true love laughs his ass off, overwhelmed at just how innocent a lad can be.
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life?No. But real life is so awesome sometimes, you just have to write about it.
When you aren't writing, what are some of your hobbies and interests?Reading, watching series like Supernatural, Game of Thrones, Dexter, Trueblood etc. and, sigh, taking care of the house. This summer I finally managed to paint the living room and by this posting the kitchen had damn well better be done.
Tell us something your readers don’t know about you.Er…that I’m a dreb. That’s because most of my readers don’t know what a dreb is. Neither do I.If you could meet an author (dead or alive) who would it be and why?Oh wow. There are so many I’d love to meet. Bill Waterson (Calvin and Hobbes) would be a thrill.
Where do you write? Office, kitchen table, computer, laptop? Where would the perfect location be for you?Desk at work and home. Perfect location—anywhere there isn’t customers (I run a florist shop) pestering me.
Short question time.Chocolate ice cream or chocolate gelato? Ice cream, but I’d grab vanilla first.Baseball or hockey? Neither.Hot red finger nail polish or bare nails? Bare nails. Manual labor and yep, I do chew my nails.Spaghetti or steak? Spaghetti. Havent eaten cow in decades. Laying on a beach or skiing down a mountain? Both, please.White roses or red roses? Oh God, neither. I run a flower shop.Last one – tell us 1 thing about you that’s fun.  Er…I love puppies?


Blurb – Gwas can outrun a horse, knows how to hide and steal, but is ignorant of the ways of men. The last thing he expects when he is rescued from a miserable existence by a blue-eyed, blond haired angel is to be promised as a Druidic sacrifice to Eostre. Unfortunately, the only direction Gwas wishes to flee is straight into the arms and knife of his savior, Gareth.Maura knows Gareth is no angel, but she adores him with a passion that time and loneliness cannot dent. When he rides in carrying an injured lad who fears her on sight, she is drawn to open her heart to the abused orphan as well.Gareth is caught between his liege lord and brother’s fist, and an emotional dilemma that grows harder and harder to deny with every passing season. If he must defy man and gods in order to embrace his heart’s desires, so be it.When the clash of old and new religions puts lives in peril, ultimate sacrifice bears witness to enduring love. Winter gives way to spring, and the evolution of a colorful myth spreads across the land.Excerpt:I am no angel.Gareth’s shoulders slammed into the ground. A heavy body covered him, and the adrenalin jolting through him made him feel like a powerful animal. But I am in heaven. He tugged his arms free, wrapped them around Harey and grasped the back of Harey’s head. And I do not care if adulterous sodomites go to hell. He jerked him upward and took his lips.No time for tender exploration. He had to show Harey who he belonged to, and it was not some bloodthirsty deity, or the daughter of a mass murderer. What if Aethelfrith, the devil who had ordered one thousand, one hundred and sixty-five men killed so they could not pray against him, had still lived? Harey would have walked into his knife with a smile, a pet hare, and promises of painted eggs.I will not let this man leave me again. Never. Not ever. He’s mine. Gareth fought back his moan and deepened his kiss. Harey tasted so good, fresh and sweet like Maura, but firm and bony where she was all curvy softness. He intensified the pressure, relishing the feel of the lips he had desired for so long, and Harey yielded. Gareth rammed his tongue in, danced around, and then back out to repeat. He had never held a body to mirror his own like this, captive over him, and the sheer joy of not being gentle saturated him.
http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=622&osCsid=78n7u8uk97vd5bsluohuml27u0http://www.arlenewebb.com/ Thank you, so much, for hosting me! I’d love to pick someone at random to send an e-copy of Harey. Please include your email within the comment, and tell me what you think about historical romances, ménages, Easter bunnies, anything you’d like.