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Liza O'Connor on Day 18 of 20 Days of Authors

Here are a few things you can and can’t learn from Carrie in Oh Stupid Heart:

1)How to get rid of Co-workers from Hell.We’ve all had them. But how do you get rid of them (without going to jail or getting fired)?
If you complain about them, chances are, you’ll look like the problem. Ignoring them will not stop the sabotages coming your way.
In Carrie’s case, the jerk has an iron clad contract. He cannot be fired for any reason. Yet, she manages to get him leave.
Great news! Today you can buy Oh Stupid Heart for a meager 99 cents and discover how she did it. I’m not saying it will work for you, but I thought Carrie’s idea very clever indeed. And it has worked for other desperate people.
And it’s karmatically correct. You will not return as a flea in your next life because of what you did in this one.
2)How to get along with stupid, less than truthful customers.Carrie also has a fabulous way with customers, seeing problems from their perspective and always willing to go the extra mile to make matters right. Channeling Carrie may help you not strangle the idiot customer who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
Things you should not learn from Carrie:All matters of the heart.
Carrie’s a very lovely person, one of the nicest you’ll ever meet. But she’s all too willing to put up with tantrums and verbal abuse from her boss & boyfriend, Trent Lancaster. That’s not to say she won’t talk back—she can be very sassy—only that’s she’s all too willing to forgive and forget. However, her tolerance and gentle guidance pays off big time in Oh Stupid Heart.
Find out how for only 99 cents if you buy today.  Tomorrow, Jan 30, it will cost you $1.99 to learn so much useful info. Even on Jan 31 you will still have a great time reading the book and can save a dollar.
Now here’s some really great news! This blog is part of the 3rd Craziest blog tour, bringing out book 3 of A Long Road to Love, Coming to Reason. Expected to arrive Feb 3.

Grab Oh Stupid Heart for 99 cents,laugh, learn and enjoy a happy ending…for now.
It all gets shredded in book 3. But not to worry, Coming to Reason has a happy ending as well.
And don’t forget!Enter for a chance to win a $50 gift card from Amazon.a Rafflecopter giveaway


A Long Road to LoveBook OneWorst Week EverAmazon “Love this book and couldn't stop laughing from beginning to end.” 5 stars – Alves - Amazon61 reviews: 4.3 stars
Book TwoOh Stupid Heart Amazon“Be warned though, this book is completely different from The Worst Week Ever. Yes, there is still humor, dry wit, situations that you would think...NOT AGAIN but this one humanizes Trent more.” 5 stars - Brian’s Mom – Amazon
8 reviews: 4.8 stars

Daryl Devore is on Day 17 of 20 Days of Authors

Thought I'd do a little promo for myself.  Sexy Red Hood – is a twisted fairy tale that starts on a blustery Chicago winter day.


Esmeralda Hood - nicknamed Red - for obvious reasons


 Is summoned to a meeting in her mother's corporate office.
There's a problem with Grandma!
 
Red races to catch the Emerald Forest cruise ship .


And takes a basket of goodies

And let the twists begin.

This is the woodsman.

This is the wolf.

Let's throw in an emerald necklace just for the fun of it.


The necklace is stolen.


Things get a little hot.

And a little sticky.



 Ahhhhhhh!




Adult Excerpt

The glass sliding doors to the ballroom were slid apart and the sounds of the orchestra floated out. “Care to dance with the big bad wolf? Emphasis on big and bad.”

“I’d love to.” She stepped into his arms.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Red let herself be guided around the deck, dipped and spun. Not once did this dance partner step on her feet or bounce her off a piece of furniture. When love ballads played, their bodies pressed close together. Red could feel his hard muscles pressing up against her soft curves. When the music picked up tempo, Red shook her breasts and playfully flaunted herself. She watched his eyes as they followed every movement of her body.

Laughing, they fell together. Will’s lips were on hers. His hands roamed up her ass and kneaded her flesh through her skirt and panties. He turned so she was between him and the ship’s railing. Slipping his hand under her skirt, up the back of her thigh, over the edge of her panties waistband, he slid his fingers down the curve of her ass.

With a soft moan, Red shifted her feet to allow his hand to investigate more intimate and sexually pleasing places. She reached inside her top and pulled her bra up over her breasts and rubbed her chest against his. Her nipples hardened with the heat of the friction.
“I want you,” he breathed into her ear.

“Take me”, was her breathless response.

He straightened and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve wanted to since the moment I fell into your arms. I’ve fantasized about you making love to me. Please, take me. I want you inside me.”

Without speaking or touching, they walked to the elevator, rode to the fifteenth floor and turned in the direction of his room. He pulled the key card from his wallet, slid it through the door and waited for the little green light. He kicked the door open, scooped Red into his arms and carried her inside.

The room was lit with dozen of flickering candles. Next to the small table was a dining cart. On it was a bowl of whipping cream, a pot of chocolate being kept warm by a smaller burner and a dish of red strawberries. He kicked off his shoes and carried her to the bedroom. She flipped off her sandals a moment before her feet touched the carpet.

Red glanced at the candles and dessert cart and smiled at Will. He shrugged his shoulders. "Made a wish on a star."

She bit her bottom lip. "Wishes do come true."


Sexy Red Hood  - erotic contemporary romance by Daryl DevoreHeat – 4 hot peppersNew Dawning International Bookfair - http://www.newdawningbookfair.com/Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Sexy-Hood-Twisted-Fairy-ebook/dp/B0055L1KJYSmashwords - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66071All Romance Ebooks – http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sexyredhood-562333-149.htmlKobo - http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Daryl+Devore&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=averagerating&g=both
Other Books by Daryl Devore  

Free read available in tab at top of blog for all three books. To purchase - click on cover on side of blog - will link you to site.

Brenda Dyer on Day 16 of 20 Days of Authors

Blurb for Prophecy’s Child
His secret will shatter her world.Katherine Colby’s life splintered ten years ago when her lover suddenly vanished, leaving her with more than a broken heart. But when Kal unexpectedly makes an appearance, her safe, dependable existence is shattered once more. Drawn into Kal’s deadly world of vampires and demons, she must now put aside her hurt and anger and learn to trust him. Can she forgive past deceptions and find the courage to love again? Or will she turn away the one man who owns her heart and soul?Her secret will change his life.Powerful, and lethal, Kal is a vampire warrior, sworn to protect humans from demons. Loving Katherine too much to pull her into his dangerous world, Kal deserted her, believing his decision was best for them both. But not even time could assuage his yearning for the woman who has captured his heart. As fate tosses them together once again, Kal must fight to win Katherine’s trust and forgiveness before evil separates them forever. But is he ready to become the man she needs him to be? Or will he lose the one woman he can’t live without?
Excerpt -

Katherine crossed her arms over her chest. “Why can’t you tell me?” Her eyes narrowed. “What are you hiding from me?”“Its work related. I promise, I’ll tell you about it later,” Kal said.Her face turned hard; all earlier warmth vanished. “Don’t bother. What you do is none of my business.” She marched out of the kitchen.Kal jogged after her, catching her as she entered his bedroom. “Katherine, hold up. Please don’t be mad—I’ll tell you everything when I get home.”She spun around, placing her hands on her hips. “I knewyou were hiding something from me, but I shrugged it off. I wanted to believe you wouldn’t keep anything from me again. Guess I was a fool to believe you’d be honest and upfront with me.”“I have been—I haven’t lied…just not told you everything.”“Almost the same as lying. Look what happened the last time you decided to withhold information from me. Thought you would have learned by now, but obviously not. Just…just leave me alone.”She tried to shut the door in his face, but he held it open. Anger made his voice hard. “You know why I didn’t tell you everything before—I explained until I was blue in the face, but you just keep on making me feel like shit. Well I’m sick of it. And I’m sick of you acting like a cold bitch whenever our son’s around, but the moment we’re alone, you’re all hot and ready ta go.”She gasped. “You bastard. How dare you say that to me? I told you I don’t want to confuse Ike where we’re concerned—and I don’t know where this”—she made air quotations with her fingers—“is going.”“As soon as you decide where this”—he copied her air quote gesture—“is going, do you mind filling me in ‘cause I’m confused as fuck.”If eyes could shoot daggers, he’d be lying on the floor, bleeding out. “Don’t worry because it’s going nowhere!” she shouted in his face.She wrestled with the door, but he didn’t let go. The logical—sane—part of his brain told him to shut up before he dug the hole deeper, but the irrational side—the part in control—wanted to say more.A knock at the outer door slapped him back to his senses. God, he was such a moron. He handled that situation like a real winner.

Buy LinksAmazon:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E0R4230Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/337666Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/prophecys-child-brenda-dyer/1116227419?ean=2940044664968Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/prophecy-s-child-1
Where to find Brenda Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BrendaMDyerTwitter: https://twitter.com/BrendaMDyerWebsite: http://www.brendamdyer.comBlog: http://www.brendamdyer.blogspot.com 

Jennifer Lowery on Day 15 of 20 Days of Authors

[image error]  Hard Core/Romantic SuspenseBlurb: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 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:Copyright © 2014, Jennifer LoweryPrepared 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.

[image error] 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 two children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 
This is what people are saying about Hard Core:Action, suspense, romance and characters you will immediately fall in love with...
~Brande, Book Junkie on Hard CorePulling readers in from the first page, the fiery relationship between Cristian and Alana plays counterpoint to their worthy adversary Gavin in this fast-paced read. Lowery’s exciting supporting characters beg for their own stories.
~RT Book Reviews on Hard CoreContemporary romance fans who like a little tense action and melodrama in their love stories will find that this one fits the bill.
~Publisher's Weekly on Hard Core Find Jennifer: Author Website    Facebook    Twitter    Romance Recipes
Buy Hard Core:http://www.amazon.com/Hard-Core-Group-Jennifer-Lowery-ebook/dp/B00HX70EK4/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1390051898&sr=8-3-fkmr0&keywords=hard core by jennifer lowery

Karen Lopp on Day 14 of 20 Days of Authors

 Tell me, Alex, what was the best thing you enjoyed while back East? Alex: Hot water was brought to my room whenever I wanted. That was pure luxury. What was the worst part of being in Boston?Alex: Too many people. They were everywhere! All the time. What is your favorite thing about the West? Alex: The open spaces and few folks. What is the worst bit about living in the West?Alex: The lack of amenities for Effie. It’d be nice if there was an opera to take her too sometimes. What do you recommend that a cowboy do to get a girl? Alex: Kidnapping one worked out well for me. Just don’t get caught. What’s the one thing, besides Effie, that you can’t live without? Alex: That’d be two things. My horse and my Colt. Describe Effie in three words. Alex. Loveable, courageous, spirited. Genre- Western Historical RomanceBlurb:
Boston heiress Effie Sheridan takes matters into her own hands when her fortune is being stolen. The last thing she expects is to be kidnapped by a gang of train robbers. Forced to pretend to be an outlaw's lover to stay alive, she questions her sanity when she is drawn to the gruff, yet charming bandit who risks everything to save her.

U.S. Deputy Alex Marshall is mad enough to spit nails when the beautiful, city-bred girl lands in his arms. Unable to abandon her to the cruelties of the gang, he searches for a way out of the responsibility. But her courage and sweet kisses begin to chip away at the bitterness inside his heart and he must choose between revenge on the gang that slaughtered everyone he loved or redemption for saving a woman he can never have.
Excerpt “Darlin’.” His voice no longer held any strength. “Stop. Just gather up the supplies and get to town. Ride like the devil.”“Hush, Alex. I won’t leave you here to bleed to death!”“Effie, please go.”“No!” She doubled her efforts and was rewarded with the sound of ripping material. She wrapped strips around his wounds and tied them as tight as she could. Blood still seeped through. Effie fought against the panic rising in her.Alex needed help. Not a whimpering idiot. Effie bit her lips to stop the trembling. “Can you stand?”“Go, Effie. Just give me the rifle so I can guard your back.” His hand wavered as he reached for the weapon.She hugged the gun to her breast and swallowed her dread. “I’ll stay here and die by your side if you don’t try. Is that what you want? Now get up, damn it!” Effie struggled to help Alex stand. He leaned against the tree and swore.“Can you walk?” Terror squeezed her lungs.He curved his lips into a crooked smile. “Get the horses.”Effie ran. Fear clawed at her throat. Reins tight in her fist, she jogged back to Alex. Not a drop of color remained in his face. And he swayed drunkenly. She raced to his side and guided his boot into the stirrup. “I can’t lift you.”Alex sucked in a wheezy breath and hauled himself into the saddle. He sagged over the horn and wove bloody fingers through the horse’s mane. “Get going.”She scrambled onto her horse, bent to grab the trailing reins of Alex’s mount, and kicked her horse into a trot.“Don’t you dare die on me, Alex Marshall. I need you.”Buy link - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00G3PYILI/ref=s9_simh_gw_p351_d0_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=center-2&pf_rd_r=05YDA3YF0CMNWMKG7ZYW&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=1630083502&pf_rd_i=507846

Sheri Fredricks on Day 13 of 20 Days of Authors

Ancient Mythology vs. Sexy Mythology
Many thanks to Daryl Devore for hosting me on her blog today!
Greek mythology, both in art and literature, believed mythological beings once inhabited the Earth. Those beings were godlike creatures and people worshipped them as deities.

With thousands of artifacts pointing to the possibility of their existence, I wonder if music existed. At one time, there were dinosaurs. Chinese history proclaims an emperor long dead had kept dragons.
So why not mythological beings?
In my modern mythic romances, I give Greek history a little twist and go out on a limb. A few of my characters are born as sexy shape-shifting Centaurs descended from ancient Greece. Like immigrants everywhere, their ancestors left their home country to find a new life elsewhere. They settled in the Boronda Forest.
Before I started writing this series my knowledge of Greek mythology was limited to what I learned in school. To educate myself, I researched and crammed my head with countless (no doubt useless) facts.
The intrinsic belief people held for these beings fascinated me to no end.
And let’s face it—who wouldn’t want to meet a hot Centaur or sexy Wood Nymph? If you could meet a mythological creature, what (or who) would it be and why?

Troll-y Yours, Book 2 of The Centaurs seriesBlurb:
SHE TAKES A CHANCE.
Determined to forge a better life, Ella launches her new business with high hopes—until a sexy Centaur bumps into her and throws her life off course. Voted “Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda”, Aleksander shakes up her world and tilts her in more ways than one.
HE’S IN DANGEROUS TERRITORY.
Years of warfare and countless bedroom encounters have stolen Kempor Aleksander’s luster for life. He never expects to rediscover his zeal in the small, redheaded form of Ella the Troll, who fires his blood hotter than the deepest caverns in the forest.
A PASSION SO HOT.
But as trouble lingers in their midst—and edges ever closer—Alek and Ella spiral into troubled terrain. Turning to each other, the pair face down dangers that run impenetrably deep in their mythological world. But will the two lovers discover a passion that runs even deeper?   
Troll-y YoursAmazon: http://is.gd/DaRdkzBarnes & Noble: http://is.gd/NKaEBZSmashwords:  http://is.gd/1VdvGfAll Romance eBooks: http://is.gd/P7hX9b
Book Trailer:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_8n6VdjbA8&feature=youtu.be

Melissa Keir on Day 12 of 20 Days of Authors

Become a Teacher- Get your Summers Off- Melissa KeirPeople have a skewed picture of teachers.
Society thinks teachers have it easy with summers off and all the snow days. Teaching has become a target for what’s wrong with society. Teachers who dress too provocative become targets for ridicule. I had a parent take offense at my writing because I’m a teacher. Would you believe that some teaching contracts have a moral clause? A teacher can be let go for any manner of inappropriate behaviors from dating a married man to being seen intoxicated in public. In Chalkboard Romance, Lauren’s getting over a bad divorce. Her friend Melanie decides she needs to get some action to feel sexy again. Mac’s money-grubbing wife died and now he’s a single parent. His sister wants him to find love. Put together for a one night stand, Lauren and Mac sizzle. But they don’t know that Mac is the parent of one of Lauren’s students. When they find out, will they get their chance at a happily ever after or will the school force them apart?At my school, you aren’t allowed to teach one of your own children or even a relative’s children. It looks like there might be favoritism or special treatment. Dating a parent isn’t a problem unless their child is in your class. Again, they worry that you will “pass” that child because of your feelings. But what if you’d already fallen in love?
Chalkboard Romance:
Blurb:Lauren Walsh, a divorcee and elementary teacher, wanted to feel sexy again, after her ex tossed her aside for a younger woman. Her teaching partner and best friend encouraged her to sign up for The Playhouse--a renowned dating agency.Mac Thomas remained trapped in a marriage to a money grubbing socialite. Forced to stay away from his young son, Mac lost the ability to trust. After the death of his wife, he returned to care for his son but his sister wants more for him. She sets him up with The Playhouse.Passion ignites but Mac’s a parent of one of Lauren’s students. A teacher and a parent dating could cost Lauren her job and her chance at happiness. Will Mac be able to convince the school and Lauren, that love is the most important thing?Excerpt:“Not happening. The dates arranged by the mysterious Master Draikoh San are legendary.” Melanie perched on the corner of Lauren’s desk. “Supposedly he’s arranged for a few Hollywood and rock-n-roll bigwigs. His ability to find the pefect date is astonishing.”Lauren avoided eye contact, pulling papers off her desk. “Since the divorce—Boy, I hate that word—I’m hesitant to jump into the dating scene. I don’t want a permanent relationship right now.”“You need to get back on the horse. We talked about this. Someone to soothe your feminine ego would be perfect.”Lauren did want to feel desired and loved again. The Playhouse happened to be hideously overpriced but offered a private select screening with a deep background check on all their clients. Few things were known about the owner of The Playhouse, but Master Draikoh San appeared either part god or part magician but totally reliable, very well respected. He guaranteed his results whether you were looking for a casual affair or long term love. Most of all, he was discreet.I’m ready to move forward. She couldn’t keep letting her husband’s—ex-husband’s—infidelity overshadow her life. At least, the alimony would go for something good. She took a deep breath. “I’ll check my email.”Lauren logged into her account. An email from Master Draikoh was at the top of the list. Her heart began to pound. Nervous to see who Master Draikoh recommended, she hesitated, fingers poised above the keyboard. She agreed to Melanie’s demands partially to get her off her back. She pulled her hands back, then twisted them. Apprehension, excitement, and determination fought for control.Teachers aren’t seen as hotties except in campy ‘80s music videos. She shuddered. The video for Hot For Teacher crowded her mind. If I take this step, what will happen to my career? What if someone found out I used a dating service? Lauren chewed on her lip as she continued to wring her hands anxiously. She threw her shoulders back.Who am I kidding? The whole process is safe. Besides, I don’t care if someone does find out. I deserve this.She inched her fingers back toward the keyboard. With a few strokes, she’d find out. Her curiosity would be answered.“It’s here,” she said with a whisper. Lauren opened up the email, then read the details aloud to Melanie.“Your night is arranged for next Monday night. I’ve found the perfect guy for your date. I have included the flight information to Chicago, your room accomodations at the Lotus Hotel, in addition to some details about the man you’ll be meeting. Remember our rule…for this first date, only use first names. This enhances your connection. If you want to meet again, you can arrange to exchange numbers afterward. I’m sure you’ll have the night you dream of.”Buy Links:Secret Cravings Publishing:Amazon:B&NAll Romance Ebooks
About the Author: Melissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn’t hoping for a career as a race car driver. Her love of books was instilled by her mother and grandparents who were avid readers. She’d often sneak books away from them so that she could fantasize about those strong alpha males and plucky heroines. In middle school and high school, Melissa used to write sappy love poems and shared them with her friends and still has those poems today! In college her writing changed to sarcastic musings on life as well as poems with a modern twist on fairy tales and won awards for her writing. You can find many of these musings along with her latest releases on her website and blog.As a writer, Melissa likes to keep current on topics of interest in the world of writing. She’s a member of the Romance Writers of America and EPIC and other writing organizations.  She is always interested in improving her writing through classes and seminars. Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a book reviewer, an editor for a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.Melissa loves to hear from readers at:www.melissakeir.comwww.facebook.com/AuthorMelissaKeirwww.twitter.com/melissa_keir

Liza O'Connor on Day 11 of 20 Days of Authors

Liza O’Connor has come to share great news!
I’d like to share with you my best selling series and the fun things I’ve planned for the next two weeks.
The name of this series isA   L o n g   Road to Love.
It’s a really long and frequently dangerous road.
In Book 1, Worst Week Ever, this is what you can expect if you ‘become one with my heroine’.
You will be arrested at the airport because custom agents have no sense of humor, then shot at by people who may or may not be angry that you didn’t toss out any barely worn tennis shoes while the limo zipped through their ghetto.
Other people will attempt to throw file cabinets out a fifth story window and nearly kill you, all because you insisted on possessing a purple chair.
Pimps will try to run off with you so they can play Good Boss/Bad Boss.
Cops will arrest you for no sane reason.
Your bladder will come close to bursting.
So whatever you do, DON’T DRINK LIQUIDS WHILE READING WORST WEEK EVER. There’s a SPEW ALERT on this book.
EVENT #1
Jan 22, 23 & 24, Worst Week EverWill be FREE on Amazon!


If you survived the first phase, next, in Book 2, Oh Stupid Heart, the road turns slick as ice with diabolical people who want to get rid of you.
It’s going to take some clever thinking to outwit and get rid of them instead, and be forewarned, Your efforts will NOT be appreciated.
EVENT #2
On Jan 29 – 31 Oh Stupid Heart will be discounted on Amazonto reward those who can make decisions quickly:Jan 29: 99 centsJan 30: $1.99Jan 31: $2.99Then it will return to its regular  fair price of $3.99


Still on the road? Very impressive. However, now matters get serious in Book 3, Coming to Reason. 
What happens when the man you love lobs grenades that obliterates the road before you?
Maybe it’s time to turn in a different direction. To a familiar, straight as an arrow, well-constructed road you can trust.
Given your current road has been nothing but one disaster after another since day you got on it, changing directions sounds like a wise move.
Without hesitation you turn right, convinced this time you have it right. This is the road to true love. 
Be warned, the road has a few potholes that could leave you with a flat tire.
Even when you choose the right road, no one said getting to the end of it would be easy.
But you’re a fighter. You want to be loved, damn it! You don’t care how many flats you get on the way, you will reach the end!
But you are in a Liza O’Connor novel where nothing is certain. But who knows, maybe you will…
EVENT #3Coming to ReasonReleases Feb 3


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Dee Dawning is back on Day 10 of 20 Days of Authors

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On this visit he brought Brad and Ginger for me to interview. What a crazy fun time that was. Plus there is a HOT HOT HOT excerpt - if you blush at reading those or if you're at work I marked it so you can scoot buy and read it when the boss isn't looking :-)



Just in case you didn't know, a newbie angel switched Ginger and Brad's bodies while they slept just as Brad was about to get a promotion from the big boss the next day. So this should be one of the most interesting character interviews ever. So let's begin the interview.

Daryl: "So Ginger, Brad, who wants to go first?"

Brad: "You pick, Daryl,"

 





Daryl: "Okay Brad, you asked for it." (snicker, snicker) "After being Ginger your whole life, what was it like waking up in Brad's body?"

Brad: He chuckled. "As you might imagine initially we both flipped out, but after we got over the freakiness and shock of our new bodies, we became curious."

Daryl: "Curious about what?"

Brad: We were curious about what it was like being the opposite sex, i.e. was it really opposite?

Ginger: "True, but Brad was more curious than me. He had a new toy called a penis and couldn't wait to play with it and try it out."

 


Brad: "Yeah, it was great. I peed standing up and then I blackmailed Ginger into giving me a blow job." 

Daryl: "Blackmailed?"

Ginger: "Blackmail's probably too strong a term. Since I was now Ginger, I needed Brad to play me at work, so I agreed." 

Daryl: laughed. "So how was it?"

Brad: flashed a huge grin. "Fansuckingtastic!" He laughed. 

Daryl: blushed. "Well, we better be moving along.  Ginger, I'd like to hear more about the differences."

Ginger: Really except for size and sex organs it wasn't really that much different. The difference was in societal demands"

Daryl: Brad?" 

Brad: I agree with Ginger. The big differences were in dress, code of conduct and other limitations society sets on us.

Daryl: That makes sense. According to the book, you eventually discovered how you changed places."

Ginger: "Ah-huh, believe it or not, a couple of angels, Madame Suriano and Suzie Carpenter switched us."

Brad: "It was really Suzi, Madame wasn't there. When Madame left Suzi in charge while she went to check on some one else. Suzi though we were serious about thinking it would be neat being the other person."

Ginger: "That was the strangest experience. I thought we were going to die, They directed us to their office which I swear was in the sky, maybe a cloud and when they were finished--" 

Daryl: "Shhh! You don't want to give away too much of the book. Tell me did you think it would be nice being the other person?"

Ginger: "I did think it would be cool being Ginger and still do."

Brad: "And I loved the idea of being a mid-level investment banker. That's what I went to college for."

Daryl: "I know. If I remember right, you had an opportunity to switch back. Did you consider it?" 

Brad: "Hell yes. But in the end we decided we liked the new us and we as a couple."

Daryl: "Tell us about your best friends, Amber and Lew."

Ginger: She lolled her head back and laughed. "If ever there was such a thing as love at first site, it was them."

Brad: He nodded. "Absolutely, their eyes just lit up when they first saw each other in the Libation Station."

Ginger: "Unlike us. We had to learn to love our former selves." 

Daryl: "Was that hard?"

Brad: "Surprisingly no."

Ginger: "I agree. It was like we were made for each other. The fact is, I was crazy about Ginger the moment I saw her, so I love being her and we love each other too."

Daryl: "Yes, I could tell they were enamored right from the start. I loved all the characters in your story except for your boss. Ginger, tell us about, Milton Grimes."

Ginger: "Oh my God! I could go on and on about him. I never knew how evil he was until I met him as a woman. He tried to turn me into the corporate whore with the offer of big bucks and a cushy job. When I turned him down, he and that lacky Chief of Security of his, tried to rape me and God knows what else. Thank God for our angels and Brad. Then he kidnapped—"

Daryl: "Well, it seems your lives have certainly gotten more exciting since you met and switched bodies."


Ginger: laughed. "It certainly has. Every day was and still is a new adventure." 

Daryl: "So would you both say EEK! I'm Woman is a Romance story?"

Ginger: "Yes, but it's so much more. There's paranormal, there's suspense, there's even action parts and thriller parts."

Brad: "Yep, not counting that it's humorous and sexy as hell.There's a lot more to EEK! than paranormal romance--switching bodies."

Daryl: I have to agree. I thought it was a hot, fun, exciting page turner. Is there anything either of you would like to add for our readers, before we go?"

Brad: "Just thank you for having us and that as a former woman, if an angel offers you a penis, don't think twice. Grab it and--"

Ginger: "Bradley Davis Fairchild. You should be ashamed of yourself. A penis isn't everything. Besides the penis you have used to belong to me and you don't see me mooning over losing it. Being a woman can be exhilarating and fun. I'm having a ball."

Daryl: Laughing. "And there you have it. EEK! I'm a Woman, check it out, it's like nothing you've ever read." 


Warning HOT Excerpt below
Adult Excerpt
I kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, while kneading one of her tanned breasts, flicking her long, sexy, pink nipple.She inhaled and sighed. "Mmm, that feels so good."After kissing the eyelid of each closed eye, my tongue traced the crease between her closed lips. Another sigh and she parted her lips. As my tongue entered, hers darted out and intercepted mine. She moaned as our tongues met and danced a tango of seduction, but I needed to move on. Ginger inhaled sharply when I broke the kiss. Then she wriggled and squirmed as my lips languorously left a trail of moist kisses, evaporating as my lips moved to her neck and leisurely down to her shoulder. "Oh God. My body is humming."I snickered. "You best get used to it because this is the mildest thing you'll feel before I'm finished with you." My lips meandered across her chest pausing at the vale between the swell of her lovely breasts and nuzzled my face between them. She tunneled her finger tips through my hair. "Ooh, Babe-e-e. Hurry sweetheart, my pussy, clit, everything is on fire."  I cupped her breast, then sucked on her taut nipple. "Jesus!" She shuddered as she gasped. "That is remarkable. I can feel that clear down in my toes. I had no idea.""Yeah, my nipples are pretty sensitive. My clit too.""How about your other nipple?" As I sucked on her other nipple her fingernails raked my locks digging into my scalp. "Oh my God. It's even stronger."I slid my right hand down past her lightly rounded abdomen to her smooth mound, letting my fingers drape over her clit, giving it a gentle tap with my middle finger. Ginger raised her hips and pushed her pubis into my hand. "I can't believe how good that feels. I can't believe how good you are."I chuckled. "That's because I used to be a woman!"Pausing for a second of lucidity, Ginger giggled, "You were weren't you?" Then as I pushed my middle finger into her heated, wet, pussy, she gasped. "Oh fuck!" She shuddered and gently rolled her body from side to side. I whispered as seductively as I could, "Would you like these lips and tongue to take the place of my hand?""Fuck yes babe-e-e, I can't wait."She sighed as my mouth pulled away from her nipple. I rose back up to her head and shivers shot through my tongue reamed her ear canal. Then I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to eat that sweet pussy of yours, now.""Oh, yes, yes hurry, eat my cunt!" she begged.  I laved a path of cooling moistness across her heated skin, causing goose bumps to erupt in its wake on every accessible sensuous spot on her luscious body. Her neck, breasts, ribs, navel, hips and mound all glistened from my saliva. I settled between Ginger's thighs, inches from her wax smooth pussy. Having never had the opportunity to observe my former pussy like this except in a mirror, I studied and admired its petal-like folds. Edging closer, she moaned as I touched her clit with my nose and took a deep breath. Her aroused fragrance was sexy, natural and potent.She gripped a clump of my hair. "What are you doing?" "Loving the aroma of your sweet pussy." Something elemental drew me in until my mouth nestled between her heated folds, and my tongue enthusiastically delved into her sopping wet pussy. Snaking an arm around each thigh, my right hand slipped back to her clitoris, massaging it with my middle finger. My left hand rose along her abdomen, across her ribs until my fingers caressed her beautiful breasts, massaging each and plucking her nipples, alternating between them.Sucking, licking and reaming with such gusto, my slurping sounds matched her deep purring moans. Ginger's head started slowly rolling from right to left and left to right, messing her beautiful hair.Positioned at the nexus of her legs, I scanned the length of Ginger's lissome, frame, admiring her model-like characteristics in a way I was unable to otherwise. "Mmm, you taste good. I could get used to this."Breathlessly she responded, "So could I. This feels better than a blow job!"The more I ate her pussy the greater her reaction. Her hands fisted the sheets, and her back arched off the mattress as her hips thrust her pussy firmer into my mouth. Periodically, her arms slapped a pillow or the headboard while moaning and whimpering between sighs of my name. All of a sudden, she blurted, "Jesus, I can't believe how good it feels to have my pussy eaten. It's like your tongue's on the on the edge of my soul."Wanting to taste Ginger's clit, I began fucking her pussy with two fingers, and took her clit in my mouth. When I began sucking and licking her clit, Ginger went bonkers. Digging her long fingers through my hair, she occasionally closed her fist around a handful, pulling me closer, while her clit thrust into my mouth. "Don't stop!" She moaned long and low. "That's it, more of that, give me more…more…I love it!" Breathlessly, she hummed her pleasure. "Christ, you are good. I've never knew anything could feel this good…"Jesus.I wanted to fuck this woman. Her every word, punctuated by a thrust of her pussy against my mouth, made my throbbing cock jump with need. I could stick my cock in her and she'd probably welcome it, but I wanted to make her cum orally, first. Fastening my lips to her swollen clit, I tongued and sucked upon it. Simultaneously, I thrust my fingers into her weeping recess over and over while rotating them back and forth. The combination proved to be exactly what she needed to send her over the edge.~ * * ~Spasms of pleasure rippled through me as my looming climax built. I was close, so close, I closed my eyes, grit my teeth and willed it. Then like a dozen birthday presents, it came and came and came. My orgasm roared out of the depths of my pussy, around his fingers and right up into my well-licked and sucked clit. My thighs clamped down tight along his ears and my ankles crossed on his back pulling him in even harder. Literally screaming, I thrashed back and forth so hard, it's a wonder he didn't get whiplash.The climax gripped at my entire body in its white hot fury. Waves of radiant pulses branched out from my core, careening through my nerves and veins like some out-of-control creature playing pinball inside my nervous system. "Oh fuck, baby! It's blowing my mind!"
 EXCERPT Finished - whew! Getting a cool drink - be right back.
Now that we've had a moment to cool off- on to the giveaway. Yesterday there were 2 skill testing questions and today there are another 2. Each correct answer gets you a chance at winning Eek! I'm a Woman.
1. Dee's middle initial is a) M  b) E  c) D
2. True or False - Dee's twisted fairytale is Alice in Eroticland.

Dee Dawning on Day 9 of 20 Days of Authors

Let's give a big Erotic Notions welcome to Dee Dawning
and there's a giveaway - free books

Hello everyone. I hope the New Year is going well for you so far.I have a special treat for everyone today. The main characters from Dee Dawning's latest novel, EEK! I'm a Woman—Ginger Allen and Brad Fairchild—are hanging out with me today and they've agreed to an interview - which you can read tomorrow. For those not familiar with EEK! Here's the Blurb. A Story and Adult Excerpts follow the interview. BlurbWhat would you do if you woke up as someone else?Waking after a wild celebratory night of with Ginger, a dazzling courtesan, Brad needs to pee bad. Taking his usual position in front of the water closet he reaches for his male ego but can't locate it.What the H…? He pads to the vanity, flips on the light and stares in the mirror where he is rewarded with the reflection of…Ginger, the girl he spent the night with. What the F… is going on!Buy Links: Amazon  Barnes & Noble  All Romance  Apple  Kobo  Amazon Print  Paperback
Main Characters Character: Ginger Allen Age: 26Occupation: Actress / model / courtesan Employer: Independent contractor Other: Roommate and best friend of Amber


Character: Brad FairchildAge: 29Occupation: Trading managerEmployer: Bayside Securities Other: Best friend of Lew


Character: Amber LaneAge: 25Occupation: Actress / model / courtesanEmployer: Independent contractor Other: Roommate and best friend of Ginger  Character: Lewis CarusoAge: 27Occupation: Stock TraderEmployer: Bayside Securities Other: Brad's best friend
Sampling of Clever Lines
·Can you imagine what it must be like to look like that? To be that desired. If I was a woman and looked like that, I'm afraid I would be a real slut." Brad·"You're not in the service anymore Carpenter. Angels do not salute each other." Madame Suriano·"This is so bizarre. Look, can you believe it? I have a cock." Brad/Ginger·"I know—my cock, and I have a pussy—yourpussy." Ginger/Brad·"This is so cool. They ought to invent an extension for women so they could go standing up." Brad/Ginger·"Yeah, right. I can just see them patenting a universal urinator for women." Brad/Ginger ·"Men are so crazy about blow jobs, I've always wondered why." Brad/Ginger ·"I'd hate to guess, how many cocks have been in your mouth." Ginger/Brad·"Sure. Metaphorically you and I are tied at the hip, like Siamese twins. But first you could suck my brand new cock because I reallywant to see what it feels like—to see why it's such a big deal." Ginger/Brad·How do you know that? How can you be so sure?" Her mouth fell open. "You didn't enter her mind, did you?" Madame Suriano·"I'd say you look like a million bucks…every year or so." Brad·"Women don't order straight bourbon on the rocks." Brad·"Not yet, I'm cooking. Now, be a good boy, girl, whatever you are and set the table." Ginger·"Well do it. Fill me; fuck me with that big blue Smurf dick of yours." Ginger
and dozens more funny or sexy lines       Story ExcerptThe sun barely peeked through the blackout drapes when I woke. I sat up. Ginger had been right. Last night had great fun. In fact it had been arguably the best sex of my life. Ooh, the things I did to that beautiful blonde bombshell. Ooh yeah, and the things she had perpetrated on me. How could this dazzling girl with the appearance of an angel be so naughty and wicked in bed? Ginger had cost me dearly, but I would've paid double or even triple for what had to be the greatest night of my life. What made it doubly fun was that Ginger, that gorgeous slab of woman flesh seemed to have a fabulous time too. I draped my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched. I had to pee something fierce, so I padded into the restroom. Naked from the glorious night of frolicking, I lifted the toilet seat and reached for dickie. Hmm. I frowned. What the f…There's nothing there. I mean no dick, no pubes, nothing.I felt around down there a little more and suddenly jumped as if a bolt of lightning struck me. No, it was more like a bolt of pleasure—pure, joyous pleasure. I touched something that felt… I reached down again and rubbed it. God that feels good, but… "Where's my dick?"I spun around. I'd spoke, but the voice I heard was Ginger's. I stomped to the vanity, hit the light switch and glared into the mirror. I wasn't there—Ginger was. I couldn't believe my eyes. I blinked, but Ginger was still there, albeit, with a worried look on her beautiful face and I who stood right in front of the mirror was nowhere to be seen. "What the f…" I said, but she moved her mouth and again it was her voice. I raised my hand to, touch the mirror and felt it, but it was Ginger who raised her hand in the mirror. Suddenly, I realized, "EEK, I'm Her!" I am Ginger? This was fucking crazy. I'd become Ginger. I began to shake. My heart raced and I couldn't catch my breath. Christ, what's going on? Was Ginger a witch? A body snatcher? A she-devil?I ran into the bedroom and flipped on the light. Ginger was in bed, with the covers pulled over her head. I pulled the cover down and was eye to eye with…Brad Fairchild—me! "What's the matter?" The fake me said in my missing masculine voice. Suddenly, her eyes rounded and grew to the size of silver dollars. She pointed at me and exclaimed, "You're, me!" Then she pulled her hand back and examined the hair on the back of it and her lack of pointed, colored nails."And you're me!" I shouted, "What the fuck is going on?"He/she moved a hand around his face. "I really am…you. How did this happen?"I held my hands out to the side. "I wish I knew."He/she hopped out of bed and looked in the mirrored wardrobe door. "This is unbelievable. He/she started pacing. "Let's not panic. There has to be some logical explanation for this.""I'm listening.""Maybe it's some freak accident. You got me pretty hot and I know you were hot too."I waited for her, I mean me, to continue. When she didn't, I asked, "Yeah. What're you saying?""I wish I knew. Maybe we got so passionate we entered each other's bodies.""That part about switching bodies is a given, but it doesn't seem possible it happened while we got it on. It happened while we were asleep, not when we were in the throes of passion." I backed off. "At least I think it happened while we were sleeping.""This is so bizarre." His eyes expanded! He grabbed hold of his/her/my cock. "Look, can you believe it? I have a cock.""I know—mycock, and I have a pussy—your pussy. Maybe this is a temporary phenomenon."      "That would be nice."

Dee has graciously offered to give several lucky winners a copy of his latest Eek! I'm a  Woman.  I beta'd Eek! I'm a Woman and it's a fun HOT story. Answer the skill testing questions below and tomorrow drop back for the exciting interview I had with Ginger and Brad and answer some more skill testing questions. Every right answer gets you another chance. Today's questions - 1. Dee Birthday is A) Jan 23   B) Jun 23  C)  July 23. 2. True or False -  Hollywood Bitches is a Dee Dawning book.
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