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It’s Release Day! That means giveaways!

Hey everyone! I’m so excited since today is the release day for Alien Lover, a sci-fi erotica story that is part of Decadent Publishing’s The Edge line.

Available From:

Decadent Publishing | Amazon (US / UK) | All Romance eBooks | more

A quick thank you to my awesome critique partners who help me to submit my best work, to Kate Richards, my fabulous editor, to Fiona Jayde for the amazing The Edge covers, to everyone else at Decadent Publishing who had a hand in this story, and to my readers. Love you all!

Okay, so to start, I’m over at Decadent’s The Edge blog where I’m talking about finishing a story, and giving away an e-book copy of Crash Landing, another one of my stories from The Edge.

And today is the first day of the Christmas Wishes Blog Hop. I’m giving away stuff, plus there’s a HUGE grand prize which includes more than one e-reader!! Woot!!

It’s also the fifth day of the Crash Landing blog tour, and I’m over at Lilac Wolf and Stuff, talking about setting the story. Please stop by!

Christmas Wishes Blog Hop

Welcome to the Christmas Wishes Blog Hop! A huge thank you to Book & Trailer Showcase, Coffee Beans & Love Scenes, and Full Moon Bites for organizing the hop!

Now, today is not only the first day of the Christmas Wishes hop, but it is also the release day for my tenth ebook to release with Decadent Publishing, Alien Lover.

Molly’s only wish was to find her fiancé, sure he hadn’t perished when his ship exploded as he set a course for space. So, she left everything behind to find him. Here’s an excerpt:

Bright red lights exploded through the sky like a fourth of July fireworks display. But there were no oohs and ahhs from the crowd, only choked gasps while Molly and the rest of the fleet stared up in horror at the disintegrating spacecraft, her fiancé inside. A scream boiled inside until it burst from her lungs, blocking out all other sound.

Diego’s jet had crashed to the ground in a fiery ball and the chip implanted in his neck, reading his vital signs had flat-lined, but no traces of the chip or his body had been found. Nothing. And without that closure, she refused to admit he was dead.

One year ago, she’d left her role as earth liaison for the Space Service behind and set out to find him, to bring him back home. She’d abandoned family, missed holidays and birthdays, because she had to find Diego. She wouldn’t go on without knowing the truth. With each passing day, despair ate away at her hope. How was she supposed to live without the man who’d stolen her heart and taken her to new heights every time they’d made love?

Slumping into her chair, she set her hands on the console, a cold sweat washing over her, and input a course for Earth. Her supplies had run low, and if one more piece of space junk hit her ship before she had a chance to repair it, the hull would breach. She’d be sucked out into space and die within minutes. A tear trickled down her face. Maybe that would be less painful than moving on.

No! She’d never taken the easy way out, her year of searching proof of that. She would go home and accept the inevitable; Diego had died. She would never find someone like him. No one would replace him in her heart or her bed.

She reviewed the coordinates she’d programmed. All set.With a heavy heart, she reached over to hit engage.

“Incoming message,” the computer chimed. “Source located one nautical mile away, starboard.”

She brushed her hands across the console and brought the video feed from the ship’s right hand side onscreen. The image quivered, and she groaned when it finally became clear. A Moloxian starcruiser.

Shit! I just want to go home. During her search, the crews of the few Moloxian scavenger ships she’d come across had been willing to let her pass if she traded with them. But she had nothing left, only enough food and fuel to reach Earth, and even then she’d be hungry during the last leg of her journey.

“Play.” She decided to listen to their demands, give them what they wanted, and move on. She had no other choice. Starvation was a better alternative than providing the sexual services they’d always hinted at. The Moloxians, though humanoid, had scale-covered bodies. So incompatible with her own. She wouldn’t survive unscathed and didn’t sleep around anyway.

“Prepare to be boarded.” The deep computerized voice shook her. No slur, and therefore not Moloxian. Who the hell was he?

She didn’t have time to contemplate. Her blood boiling, she gripped the arms of her chair. The creature, whatever species he happened to be, planned to come onto her ship. No one boarded without her permission, which she would not grant. At the sound of her transporter, like the pitter-patter of rain on Earth, she leaped from her seat and spun around. She grasped her bolt stunner and pointed it at the figure materializing into solid form before her eyes.

Who was it? Well, you’ll have to read the story to find out.

Alien Lover – a Sci-Fi Erotica story:

Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?

Available From:

 Decadent Publishing | Amazon (US / UK) | All Romance eBooks | more

Giveaway!!!

The super exciting thing about this giveaway is that I’m hosting one, and there is a GRAND PRIZE giveaway for the hop.

I’m giving away a $5 Amazon.com e-gift certificate, plus a PDF copy of my erotica story, Last Minute Customers!

Plus, you can WIN a Kindle Paperwhite, A Nook Glow, and a $90 choice gift card for either Amazon.com or Barnes & Noble.  Both Tablets will come with a book bundle!!

So, be sure to enter both Rafflecopter draws below for your chance to WIN! And hop along with the Christmas Wishes Blog Hop, for many more giveaways!

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Avatars, Getting Caught in the Act, and an Interview!

Building An Avatar – Pippa Jay is my guest today on Backward Momentum. Enter to WIN an ebook copy of her new release, Terms & Conditions Apply & a star keyring!

And the Crash Landing blog tour through Sizzling PR continues today.

I’m on Erotica for All, talking about getting caught in the act. And I’m also being interviewed on Jenna’s Journal. If you get a chance, please stop by.

And if you missed them yesterday, Melissa Kendall had a spotlight on Crash Landing on her blog, and I was talking about tentacles and sexy aliens on Lia Davis’s blog.

Sizzling PR VBT: Interview with Toni Anderson, author of Dangerous Waters

Please welcome author Toni Anderson to the blog today. Toni, can you tell us about your new release?

TA: I’m so excited by my next release, DANGEROUS WATERS. It’s a Romantic Suspense story set in a remote town in the Pacific Rim. My heroine is RCMP Sergeant Holly Rudd and my hero, Finn Carver, is a former Special Forces soldier turned dive master who finds a dead body in a shipwreck. The story is about these two dealing with their attraction while Holly tries to solve the case and Finn tries to protect the people he cares about.

Describe the heroine in three words.

TA: Smart. Dedicated. Cop.

What traits does the hero posses that makes the heroine swoon?

TA: Finn Carver has the requisite tall, blonde and built down, but it’s his unexpected chivalry that sweeps the heroine off her feet—literally at one point. Plus, he’s got ingrained, unswerving loyalty to the people he loves and a strong sense of honor.

Who is your favorite character from this book? Can you include an excerpt involving this character?

TA: It’s hard to pick one character, but I think Finn Carver might just be my favorite. There’s an excerpt at the end.

What are you working on now?

TA: Another Romantic Suspense set in the same remote community on Vancouver Island It’s gorgeous out there.

Can you describe your daily writing routine?

TA: My writing routine is simple. I walk the dog at the same time as the kids go to school and as soon as I get home I sit down and start writing, and I finish when the kids get home from school. When they’re around I can edit but I find it hard to write first drafts. I write in forty minute segments and then take a ten minute break from the computer. Then I check my email and maybe twitter or FB, and then I get back to writing for the next forty minutes. If I’m editing or brainstorming things are more fluid. I try to do promo or blogs in the evenings, while watching TV or when everyone else is out. I might give myself a few hours break if I finish a book, but truthfully I just want to start the next story.

Where do your best ideas come from?

TA: The last one came from a dream . Many ideas get sparked by news stories and they tend to combine with a setting that I find particularly intriguing, like this latest story is set in Vancouver Island where I’ve been lucky enough to spend some time.

What is your favorite book that you’ve read?

TA: I have too many to name one. I’ve totally glommed Jill Shalvis’s LUCKY HARBOR series and I’m loving THE PAST CAME HUNTING by Donnell Ann Bell.

Where can my readers find you?

TA: I have a website and Amazon Author Page with a list of current titles and a blog for more life details, especially travels and adventures. I’m on Facebook and have an author page there too, and Goodreads. I’ve also started some picture boards for my novels and travels on Pinterest. And I tweet @toniannanderson

I have a Mailing List for new releases and giveaways. To be added to the newsletter, please sign up here (http://eepurl.com/rpTMD). No spam, ever.…I love to hear from readers.

Where can my readers find your books?

TA: DANGEROUS WATERS is available from Amazon in print, digital and kindle format. All my titles are available in digital format. DANGEROUS WATERS & HER SANCTUARY are available in print, DANGEROUS WATERS, EDGE OF SURVIVAL, STORM WARNING, SEA OF SUSPICION are available in audio format. If you scroll through the titles on my webpage I have links on each title for other sites too, like Kobo and Carina Press too. (http://tonianderson.shawwebspace.ca/profile)

Dangerous Waters:

Known as the Graveyard of the Pacific, Barkley Sound is notorious for surging swells with the power to pull helpless victims into its merciless abyss…

Sergeant Holly Rudd arrives in the coastal community of Bamfield after local divers discover a body with a knife jutting from its chest in the waters of Barkley Sound. As she investigates the crime, Holly soon realizes the sleepy town is rife with secrets. But what unsettles her most is the residents’ insistence that she bears a striking resemblance to the victim of a murder from three decades earlier. She shrugs off the uncanny likeness as a coincidence. But her simmering attraction to Finn Carver, one of the divers who discovered the corpse, isn’t so easy to ignore.

Finn, a former Special Forces soldier, knows it’s best to keep his distance from Holly. Yet it isn’t long before they both give in to the consuming desire they share. And as the danger escalates, Finn and Holly must rely on each other to thwart the plans of a cold-blooded killer who’s intent on keeping the past buried.

Available from: Amazon USA , UK, Canada, France, and Germany. Also Barnes & Noble.

Excerpt: 

Finn put his foot down, wanting to get home before dusk descended and the wildlife came out on the road and put a crimp in more than the occasional fender. He’d picked up his and Thom’s dive equipment from the cop shop. A small rebellious part of him had hoped to see Holly, but she hadn’t appeared and he’d had other things to do beside hang around a police station trying to score another kiss. She’d arrest him if she knew some of the thoughts he’d been having.

The back-up compressor had blown a seal a few days ago and he’d used the trip to pick up the spare parts. Rob had taken out a small party of experienced divers that afternoon, but tomorrow was jam-packed with novices’ first open water dives. A big day. He rubbed his eyes. He was tired and still had a few hours of work to do when he got back to the marine lab.

Still, busy beat brooding.

Dust trails told him several vehicles had passed this way within the last few minutes. It hadn’t rained all week—a minor miracle on the west coast—and that always made the conditions worse. He frowned at the skid marks on the bridge. It never failed to amaze him how boneheaded stupid people could be and that these people were legally allowed to reproduce. He shook his head as the skid marks continued.

Ah, shit. It looked like someone had gone off the road here. Finn pulled over to the side, away from the dangerous bend. A sense of foreboding warned him that he was about to find his second body of the week. Although the last thing he wanted to do was look at more carnage, he couldn’t very well walk away without checking for survivors.

He started into the bush and then down the steep incline. Branches were brutally shorn off and a deep furrow scraped through the unstable soil.

He pushed past some thick fir trees and caught a glimpse of something white in the bush down below. The chance of finding survivors was slim. His nose caught a whiff of something else—gasoline, probably leaking from a ruptured gas tank. The slightest spark could start a fire. He started running, slipping and sliding past the massive tree trunks.

Catching a clearer glimpse of the vehicle, Finn’s blood turned to ice and his heart pounded like a fresh recruit. The RCMP SUV was upside down, nose wrapped around the trunk of a big old spruce, tires spinning like a kid’s toy. The hiss of steam was the only sound in the vast forest. He skidded to a halt beside the driver’s door and peered inside, past the deflated airbags. He’d expected blood and broken bones. Expected his worst nightmare. But it was empty. There was no one there.

He spun, searching for a blood trail, and worked his way back up the hillside. Then he spotted something dark lying unmoving in the low brush, and he sprinted up the slope.

Holly, covered in blood.

Absolute terror shot through his veins. He ran to her side.

“Jesus. What did you do to yourself?” He squatted beside her, checked her breath and pulse. Her skin was warm. Pulse fluttering steadily beneath his fingers. Alive. Thank god she was alive. He moved her hair off her forehead to look for injuries. Dammit. He was torn about what to do. He couldn’t risk moving her. Couldn’t risk leaving her behind.

“Holly?” Most of the blood seemed to have come from her nose. Smears covered her chin and shirt, but he knew from experience it probably looked worse than it was. “Can you hear me?” He touched her shoulder gently, and she groaned and started coughing. It was the best sound he’d ever heard. “Steady. Steady now.”

He held onto her lightly so she didn’t try and get up.

“F-Finn?”

Relief punched his heart. Her gray eyes were cloudy with confusion, the surrounding flesh already starting to swell.

“Yeah, it’s me. What the hell happened?”

“Someone ran me off the road.”

Anger seared his flesh. She grimaced as she tried to raise her arm.

“Don’t move.” He ran his hands over her limbs to reassure himself she hadn’t broken anything. “Are you saying someone did this on purpose?”

She pushed his hands aside and sat up, squeezing her eyes shut, clearly in pain. When she opened them again, she stared down at the wreck at the bottom of the hill. “Holy crap.”

Finn stared too. “You’re lucky you’re not dead.” Christ, his hands trembled as he tried to examine her injuries. He was shocked at how much this totally freaked him out. Despite everything he’d told himself, the cop had slipped under his skin like a damn sliver.

“How’d you find me?” She pulled away slightly.

Finn didn’t like the suspicion that darkened her gaze but understood the nature of the beast. Why should she trust anyone after what she’d just been through? “I saw skid marks on the bridge; ground was churned up enough I knew someone had veered off the road. Are you all right?”

“No. Help me stand, will you?”

“You shouldn’t try to move. I can go for help. Get an ambulance out here.” But it would take hours and it was almost dark.

She shook her head, but then grabbed her skull. “I managed to throw myself out of the cab before it rolled and crashed. I didn’t hit anything harder than the ground and the airbag.” She touched her nose. “But that hurt like hell.”

Her cap was gone. Long dark hair strung around her face, which was a mess of stark white skin streaked with dirty crimson. Fuck.

“We need to get you up onto the road and get a crew out here to deal with the wreck.”

“That’s evidence of the attempted murder of a police officer.” Holly pointed at the SUV, her movements shaky. “IFIS need to process it before anyone else touches it.”

“As long as it doesn’t set the whole place on fire they can do whatever the hell they want.” Finn didn’t care. “Let’s get you out of here.” He eyed the steep incline. Before she could protest he eased her cautiously into his arms and started the difficult ascent. She wrapped her arms around his neck and it shouldn’t have filled him with anything except relief.

Holly Rudd stirred dangerous feelings inside him, feelings he wasn’t used to and did not want. The fact she’d almost died in a car wreck—caused by some frickin’ maniac—frayed his usually rock-solid composure. He’d wished her far away from Bamfield and out of his life. But not like that. Never like that.

At the top of the bank he stepped onto the road, breathing heavily, and carried her to his truck. He let go of her legs and leaned her gently against the passenger door. “How do you feel?” Christ, her color looked awful, and she was going to sport one if not two black eyes.

“It’s red.” Her voice broke and she sagged with whole-body relief.

He squinted at her, wondering how hard she’d hit her head.

“Your truck. It’s red.” She grinned at him, and although she looked like shit, it was probably the most genuine smile she’d ever given him.

“Yeah.” He leaned over and opened the door for her. “It’s always been red.”

“The truck that ran me off the road was black.”

Okay. “How do you feel? Any pain? Any sickness?” He stared at her pupils, watched them react to the light. So far so good.

“Don’t you get it? I know you weren’t the person who ran me off the road.”

He squeezed her shoulders carefully and smiled down at her. “I already knew that. Do you think I’m the kind of man to run anyone off the road?”

Her lips opened. Then she blinked away a sudden shimmer of tears and shook her head. “I’m just used to needing proof, not relying on instincts.”

“I’m beginning to think your instincts are pretty damn good if only you trusted them.” He leaned down and, for some crazy reason, kissed her forehead before helping her into the truck. He would never hurt a woman. He would especially never hurt Holly. As confessions went it was a dangerous one, so he kept it to himself. It wasn’t his own secrets he was guarding. And no matter what, he could not afford to get close to this woman.

About the Author:

Toni Anderson is a former marine biologist who conducted her Ph.D. at the Gatty Marine Laboratory in St. Andrews, Scotland, and traveled the world with her work. She was born and raised in rural Shropshire, England but, having lived in five different countries, finally settled in the Canadian prairies with her husband and two children—about as far from the ocean as possible. She combines her love of travel with her love of Romantic Suspense and writes stories based in some of the places she’s been lucky enough to visit. Coming next are two Romantic Suspense books set in the wilds of Vancouver Island for Montlake Romance.

She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, Kiss of Death Chapter, and The International Thriller Writers’ Association.

When not writing, she’s walking the dog, gardening or ferrying the kids between school, piano, and soccer games.

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Having fun with Kacey Hammell

Today is day 2 of the Crash Landing blog tour, and I’m being interviewed over at Kacey Hammell’s blog. Find out what quirky habits I have and what first attracted me to my husband.

Tomorrow I’m talking about whether aliens have to have tentacles to be sexy on Lia Davis’s blog.

And I’ll also be at the Meet the Authors event at the Stratford Public Library tomorrow evening. Hope to see you there!

Crash Landing blog tour begins today!

Hey everyone! The blog tour for Crash Landing, through Sizzling PR, begins today with a spotlight at Love To Read For Fun.

And if you didn’t catch it yesterday, I’m participating in Cate Masters’s 12 Days of Christmas. You can check out my post here, and enter to WIN an ebook copy of my upcoming release, Alien Lover.

Six Sentence Sunday – Molly is no longer alone in Alien Lover #SixSunday

Hello and thank you for coming to read my Six Sentence Sunday post!

Eek! It’s already the first Sunday in December!

Today, I’m sharing another six from ALIEN LOVER, a sci-fi erotica short story

that releases this Friday, December 7, from Decadent Publishing’s The Edge line.

I’m skipping ahead a bit. Here’s the first and second excerpts if you missed them. (Blurb)

She didn’t have time to contemplate. Her blood boiling, she gripped the arms of her chair. The creature, whatever species he happened to be, planned to come onto her ship. No one boarded without her permission, which she would not grant. At the sound of her transporter, like the pitter-patter of rain on Earth, she leaped from her seat and spun around. She grasped her bolt stunner and pointed it at the figure materializing into solid form before her eyes.

Be sure to visit http://www.sixsunday.com/ to find out who’s participating in

Six Sentence Sunday this week or follow the #sixsunday hashtag on twitter.

Is that really what you’re blogging about?

Why, yes it is. Today at Silken Sheets & Seduction, I’m talking about visiting adult toy stores. Come join in the discussion.

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Interview with Valerie Mann, author of First Comes Marriage & a Giveaway!!

Please welcome Valerie Mann to the blog today! Not only is she one of my awesome editors, but she is also one of the founders of the popular 1Night Stand series. Valerie, can you tell us about your new release?

VM: Thank you for letting me brag about my latest release, First Comes Marriage, in the 1Night Stand series! Every author falls in love with their characters, but this particular couple stayed with me for days and days after I wrote, The End.  In fact, I still think about them quite often!

Beth Malone and Christian Ramos are culturally different and from entirely different backgrounds, but have reached the same crossroad in their lives—they want a companion to share everyday life with, and have a family. Fortunately for them, Madame Eve has more than just a one-night stand up her sleeve to offer them…she’s ready to arrange something a bit more permanent if they’re interested. Marriage.

Oh, I can’t wait to read this story. What traits does Christian posses that makes Beth swoon?

VM: Chris Ramos has traits Beth had only dreamed of in her loser ex-husband—a protective nature and fierce loyalty for his family and friends, and a desire as deep as hers to have children. Another trait Christian has that takes her breath away? He’s a gentleman when necessary and hot (with more than a little sexy crudeness) behind closed doors. He’s Latin, after all. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire and this Cuban-American hottie knows how to light her fire. And she drops him to his knees on first sight, so he’s only too happy to make her happy!

How long did it take you to write this story?

VM: First Comes Marriage took me about a year to write. I can hear my close author friends rolling their eyes…okay, so you can’t really hear eyes roll, but they’re rolling, trust me. I have never, not once, finished a story that didn’t first languish for months or years while I ignored the cries from my imprisoned characters. Call it procrastination, ADD or whatever, but I start and stop a story many times before finally picking it up and finishing it. Once I get that final roll going, it’s a race to the finish line. Usually because there’s a deadline. So I freak out, wail a little, drive my author friends crazy, and my muse goes into overdrive.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

VM: I used to be a pantser, but now I’m a serial plotter. I work through every single scene in my head over and over before I ever sit down to write. Once I do sit down, I know the beginning, middle and end and precisely what the characters are going to say.

And then they promptly throw me curve balls, run wildly amok, and misbehave badly. I have no control. But I figure as long as I can write The End with some semblance of what I’d intended, go me!

 

LOL Yes, my characters are like that, too. What are you working on now?

VM: What am I working on now? Christian’s brother, Alex, did everything in his power to steal every scene he was in, even tried to hook up with Beth before Chris showed up. He’s a cad and has been telling me non-stop that his time has come and I’d better PBIC (Park Butt in Chair)  and write his story. The guy is a love-em and leave-em man whore, and women love him in spite of himself. He’s got a rude awakening coming. *insert evil author laugh here*  Scheduled release is February 2013. Man, I really better PBIC.

Looking forward to it! What is the best piece of advice you would give to aspiring authors?

VM: I’ve been writing for five years. I learned early that finding experienced critique partners is critical to success. For some reason, I had a couple of excellent authors take me under their wings, sternly but kindly showing me where my weaknesses are, and I desperately wanted to learn. Do your homework. Don’t think you’ll ever get published without honest critters. It probably won’t happen. I acquisition books for Decadent Publishing and I can tell within the first page of a new submission if an author isn’t serious about her craft. I’m also an editor, and I don’t want to fix mistakes a serious author shouldn’t be making. Listen and learn. Watch what’s trending and don’t write what you don’t know. At least not at first!

Having said all that, Jessica Subject was one of the early 1Night Stand authors and she is the perfect example of an author serious about her craft, at every single level. We love Jessica! (You can send me that check now that you promised, Jess. You’ve got my address )

Aww, thanks, Val! Sending out a package today. Is there anything else you’d like to share?

VM: Here’s an excerpt from First Comes Marriage. This is Beth and Chris’s wedding night—and they’ve only known each other a few hours:

Oh God…this is it. No turning back.

She resumed her statue stance. The silence became unbearable.

“Beth.” He held out a hand, palm up. “Come here.”

Her heartbeat skipped to a halt. “I don’t think I can.” Admitting it made the trembling worse.

He approached her until he’d invaded every inch of her personal space. Which he had every right to do, he was her husband after all, and isn’t that what she’d wanted after that phenomenal kiss at the wedding chapel, she’d even said as much—

Cutting off her runaway thoughts, he tipped her chin up and forced her to look at him. “Know what I think?”

She couldn’t breathe. He was so damn close, his thighs touching hers, her breasts brushing his hard chest. The bulge of his cock pressed against her mound.

Oh, God. This really is it.

When she didn’t reply, he said, “We need to get this over with.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Get what over with?” But she knew.

He dropped his hand and gave her a rueful smile. “We’re married. I want to make love to my wife.” He waited for her to respond again and when she didn’t, he added, “Now.”

Beth blinked. Her heart started beating again. She liked a man who knew what he wanted. Especially when he wanted her. Stretching up, she gave him a light kiss. He clasped her waist with both hands and pulled her against him, fusing his mouth to hers nothing like he had during their wedding. He invaded her, tasting and exploring with his tongue, forcing her to open for him.

She wound her arms around his neck and gave in, letting the invasion happen. Every fear disappeared and the only trembling happening was from desire. Her breasts swelled, aching to be touched, and her clit pulsed with need. She wanted him. How wonderful he was hers.

Chris eased away but didn’t let go, wearing the same dazed look she must have had after their wedding kiss. He stepped back a few paces, bringing her with him, until he reached the bed.

“Turn around.”

Beth narrowed her eyes but obeyed. The zipper on the back of her dress descended and the silky garment puddled at her feet as he turned her back to face him. His hungry gaze swept over her and she shivered with anticipation. Leaning in, he kissed the space between her breasts, his face tight with desire. No man had ever looked at her body that way…so appreciative.

Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra, and tossed it on the floor to join the dress. Her nipples stood at attention, swollen and needy. She shivered again.

He tilted his head back. “Am I going too fast?”

She cupped his face and gave him a hard kiss. “Hurry,” she whispered.

Wow, that was awesome! Now, I need to read the rest. It’s waiting impatiently on my e-reader. LOL Where can readers find you and your books?

VM: Email | Twitter | Facebook | Blog | Amazon | Goodreads | Manic TRR

Great! Thanks so much for visiting with us today, Valerie!

Giveaway!!

Leave a comment for your chance to WIN a $5 Amazon gift certificate and your choice of a back list title from Valerie Mann. Good luck!

Sizzling PR VBT: Interview with Bonnie Bliss, author of Halloween Submission

Please welcome multi-published author, Bonnie Bliss to the blog today! Bonnie, who is your favorite character from this book? Can you include an excerpt involving this character?

BB: In Halloween Submission, it would have to be Millie Newton. Her book was actually the first in the series, but she flowed out of me like she had made a nice little home in my brain just waiting to come out. She’s a spit fire. She speaks her mind and takes no prisoners. There is a sample below:

“Oh my god! I look so slutty it is hilarious. God I wish Brad was here,” Millie turned around and moved her spill of curls to the side. “Can you zip me, please?”

Lucy smirked as she zipped up the naughty maid uniform Millie had found. She was in six inch hooker heels, and the same thigh highs and garters. Millie bent over and Lucy squealed in shock.

“Is that a thong?”

Millie’s creamy, perfectly shaped bare ass moved out of view as she straightened. Turning to give Lucy a mischievous expression, she shrugged.

“Yes, I mean, there is no reason I can’t get laid. Brad is at war. The man looks at me like I’m thirteen. I still have needs, Lucy.”

“Yeah, but Tom—“

“Tom needs to get over himself. He acts like I’m ten. It’s worse. No, grab that mask, get it on, and let’s get going. I’m hankering for a spanking. Let’s see how bratty I have to be to get one,” she winked and darted out of the room.

In Twisted Ropes, it is by far The Wizard. You only get a peak of him in this book. He has a scene at the end and every beta/critique tried to coax me into more about him, I could tell by the comments. I refused to give up more information on him, I can only give a little tidbit, because this scene is sort of vital to the story in the future:

“Want to play with her? She is quite responsive, loves to lick cunt according to my men. I haven’t tried her yet. But she does look delicious, doesn’t she?”

He took a step forward. Leaning at the waist he brushed his hand cross her blue black hair. His lips grazed over her lightly green tinted flesh. It was that color all over. And he loved turning it red with his whip and cane. She was a masochistic little slut. He would own her soon. Once he got D.G. in his hands, D.G. would take care of the annoying bitch, Elphie, whom he held out bringing down all this time.

How long have you been writing with the hopes of publication?

BB: Since I was nine years old, it could have been sooner, but that is as far back as I can remember weaving stories. I knew then, writing was my calling.

What genres do you write in, and what appeals to you about those genres?

BB: Paranormal Romance, BDSM, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, and GLBT.

Paranormal, because I LOVE all things supernatural, however, I am not so good with the witches. I will leave witches to other author. BDSM because I am in the lifestyle, I am a collared masochist. I love just writing what I know. It is easy, it is like breathing writing a good spanking scene. Fantasy, because weaving a fairy tale is the best on a cold winters night. Urban Fantasy, because I love action, alternate universe, and supernatural beasts trying to take over a world. GLBT because two men and two women, or even a sweet ménage just does it for me.

Can you describe your daily writing routine?

BB: It is actually borderline lazy. ;-P I hate to say that, but just ask my husband, because it’s true.

I have an 8 year old, so her world has to be sorted first. Up with her, then off to school, I come home, eat, shower, tidy, THEN I sit down check emails, then I write!

Writing for me has to be outlined first. It isn’t a pretty outline, it is scratched notes and hasty typings in a word document. It is scene by scene in a half sentence or sentences. It is actually very disorganized, but it works for me

What author(s) have influenced your writing style?

BB: Anne Rice, Kresley Cole, Karen Marie Moning, Gena Showalter, Annabel Joseph, Kitty Thomas, and Cristiana D. Christian.

I think they most inspire me as powerful women. Our writing style is all our own. We all have a unique voice, but they inspire a lot of young writers, and that is the most important thing of all.

Do you belong to a critique group or have critique partners? If so, what have you learned from them? How has it affected your writing?

BB: Funny thing about that, I used to be part of a critique group. I felt like the loser kid in the corner because I was new, and I only knew ONE person, and she was never in the group after she invited me. It was hard to get anyone to read your work, and it was discouraging. So, I left. I befriended some reviewers and fellow authors and they have been SO HELPFUL, HONEST, and supportive! I think the best critique I got was, “That dialogue is hokey and kind of ridiculous, change it.” LOL! I need that honesty. I don’t need people gushing and telling me how great it is, I need the low down. I want the final product to make my work shine, and my critique partners do that for me.

What is the best piece of advice you would give to aspiring authors?

BB: Don’t give up. Rejection should make you work harder, not give up. There is always someone, and there is always yourself and self publishing.

Halloween Submissive

Halloween has arrived and Tom Newton is stressed with his job as a fireman. His best friend Rob, a submissives’ wet dream, is having a play party on Halloween night. Lucy, a nurse who has secretly been crushing on Tom, has decided to go to the party. Tom has decided that he needs to release some tension, and have some fun during his time off. What Lucy and Tom don’t know is that Rob, his best friend, and Millie, Tom’s sister, have set this up. Join them as they enjoy a hot night of bondage play. Can it all run smoothly? Will true love blossom? Will the Master get his slave? There is only one way to find out.

A story packed with sultry moments of Dominance and submission. Halloween Submission promises to be the hottest holiday this year.

Warning: This book is intended for readers over the age of 18. It contains, but is not limited to intense bondage play, references of Sadomasochism, impact play, anal play, and one hot night on All Hollow’s Eve, you aren’t soon to forget.

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Excerpt:

“Such a pretty Kitty you are.”

“I have always wanted to spank Catwoman. You’re not focused are you?” He was shaking his head.

Her body shivered. She wanted this, but not with him. She wanted it with the stranger—with Tom. Lucy knew more than anything she could place her fantasy in the arms of this leather clad Adonis. Robert had been a means to an end all those months ago, a body to suck out the stress and pain through his Sadistic edge.

“On your knees! Crawl to the bench, you know which one, don’t look at me that way.”

She averted her gaze. Her head dropped in respect. The new focus of her attention—it went right to the man at the door. He had gotten closer though, having actually stepped into the room. The heat of his gaze penetrated her to the very core and shot straight to her pussy. The walls of her vagina clenched. Lucy sucked in a deep breath as warm fingers pressed against her chin and lifted her head. Looking at Robert felt wrong somehow. She kept her thoughts on the mystery man in black. It was him. He gave her the mind set to put Tom in Robert’s place.

“On the bench, Kitty. You know the drill.”

She did. God, did she know the drill. Every hair on her body felt lifted. Her heart pounded and she started to tingle from head to toe. Even her scalp took on the effect. Nipples puckered in the tight confines of the corset; hidden to the riveted gaze of the stranger watching her. This was her test. To show him how beautiful her submission was. That was all she needed now to wash away the stress and exhaustion from the long shift at the hospital. She wanted it so bad to be Tom, but she settled for the fantasy as she laid her body across the padded branch. Her breasts, if they were free, would be dangling off either side. Robert didn’t bind her. The man knew how to keep a woman bound with the power of his authority and his voice.

In her line of vision came a beautiful paddle. It was thick dark wood, oiled to shine. On one side the word naughty was etched. That was for moments with one good swat; a reminder spanking. This was something else entirely. It was a show, a game. Robert knew, she knew, and the man watching knew this was all for him. Lucy definitely wiggled her ass, still covered in sheer lace.

“How many Kitty?”

“Eight,” said without hesitation.

She could feel his smile as Robert rubbed his suddenly scalding palm against her buttock.

“Such a pretty Kitty you are.”

The hand was gone. Pulses sounded off loud in her ear. It seemed like hours before the shot of pain vibrated through her flesh, exploding out of her in a moan that came out as it was supposed to.

“One.”

Sweet euphoric bliss settled into the heat that now simmered in her ass cheeks. Two and three came quickly, to the top of her thighs. The sting mixed with dull pain made her whimper out the count. The fourth came to a lower spot on her left thigh. Her fingers started to curl up. Her toes were like shriveled things in her high heels. The man was watching. He was now standing in front of her, a few steps away, causing an orgasm to rise to the surface as if she would boil over.