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I’m the Are Cafe featured author this week!

I’m so excited I can barley stand it! You’re truly is the featured author over at the All Romance Cafe! I cant believe all the wonderful things that are happening this month. I’m a huge believer in karma and good vibes, and mine are coming together to make my anniversary month even better than I imagined it would be! If you get the chance I’d love it if you stopped by.

http://www.arecafe.com/behind-the-books/meet-shyla-colt/

Manic Monday

Hello my dears,

As you can see my wonderful Admin, Jessie is working on updating the blog with a fresh look, so I ask that you pardon our dust while we remain open during construction. There’s a lot going on this month, so prepare to see a lot of action on the blog. I have a few interviews, guest spots , a couple of giveaways, and a book release.”Phew”. A lot of you have been asking me about the D’Shar man. Well I’ve got great news, there my next project to tackle. With luck and some cooperation from the muse you’ll be seeing them soon. I also have some special D’shar swag to give out,

Today the wonderful Loraine Nelson has invited me over to play in her world for awhile. If you haven’t picked up, Lessons from the Professor drop by and comment for a chance to win. I’ll be announcing the winner on July 6th.

http://networkedblogs.com/zrbui

Coincidentally I’ll be kicking off my big giveaway that day because it’s my official anniversary date! I’m very excited about this giveaway! The big prize will be a Kindle Touch, but every commenter gets a grab bag of goodies!

Shy

Please don’t mind the dust …

I’m Jessie – Shyla’s admin – and I’m working on tweaking her new layout.

Please, don’t mind my mess while things are getting refined and prettied up.

- Jessie

  

Liebster Award , TY Lani Rhea :)

Wow, I’m feeling very loved today! I was nominated for the Liebster Award By my fabulaous friend, author Nikki Prince. It made my day.

Wondering what the Liebster Blog award , is? This is an award given to blogs that have less than 200 followers. It’s a way of generating some love and traffic for smaller bloggers. Now for the rules:

1. Each person must post 11 facts about themselves

2. Answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you and then give 11 questions for those you tag.

3. Choose 11 people and link them in your post

4. Let them know you’ve tagged them.

5. No tag backs.

11 facts about me:

1. My name is actually, Shyla, and it’s Super Girl’s name from Superman Dc Comicverse.

2. Austin, Tx is my surrogate hometown.

3. I love road trips and long drives, some of my best work is thought up on the road.

4. I’m a huge X-men fan; I have shirts, and boxes of comics.

5. I used to work as a Flight Attendant.

6. I’m an huge fan of aliens. I even did some of my book research at the library in the Roswell library in the UFO museum.

7. I wrote my first complete novel at 13, a paranormal romance for teens.

8. Nothing gets me pumped like punk music.

9. I worked as a Dj for a few years, my name was Dj Lola

10. I’m a horror movie addict.

11. I’m a BBC aholic! Everything from Misfits to Dr. Who and Being Human. I think I was English in another life.

11 Questions I was asked to answer

1. If you could be a color, what would it be?

I would be pink since its my favorite, and it can be soft and sweet or in your face and bold. I think I fit that description..

2. What’s your favorite flavor? Salty or Sweet?

Depends on my mood

3. What is your spirit animal?

A Pegasus, they protect, inspire, and are very connected to their humility and emotions.

4. Where would you love to travel?

Over sea’s, especially, England, and Ireland. As a flight attendant I saw the Us, I’m ready to see what’s beyond.

5. What would your dream home look like?

A Southern style home with shutters,a wrap around porch, and a huge library of course.

6. The most embarrassing moment in your life?

Oh Jeez, falling down the stadium steps in the middle of a football game.

7. What constitutes a good kiss?

One that leaves you breathless, trembling with fireworks igniting behind your eyelids.

8. What’s your favorite eye color?

I never had one but since Iv’e been married I’d say green. My hubby had wicked yellow/green eyes.

9. What’s the first thing you look at on a man?

Their face, I think you can tell a lot about the kind of life someone’s lived by their face , and their eyes.

10. Does size really matter?

If you have no skills, all the size in the world isn’t going to make up for it.

11. What’s your happy place?

I have many, so I’ll list two. When I’m out with my family and everyone is happy. ( This is no small feat with a new born and a toddler, lol) Or when I’m deep in the midst of a scene and my characters are talking away.

My questions for those I’ve tagged:

1.If you were in a movie who would you like to star with?

2.What is your favorite novel?

3.What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

4. What is your favorite past time?

5.Which is better? Vampires or Werewolves?

6.What would you choose Handcuffs or Whips?

7.What is your favorite sex position?

8.What is your earliest memory of life?

9.What is your favorite drink? Can be Alcohol or non-alcohol?

10.If you could be in any country right now, where would you want to be?

11.What season would best describe you? Spring, Summer, Fall or Winter

My Eleven nominations:

Angelina Rain

http://www.angelinarain.blogspot.com

Tara Chevrestt

http://wwwbookbabe.blogspot.com

Lousia Masters

http://louisamasters.com

D.F. Krieger

http://dfkrieger.blogspot.com

Getting too hot this summer? Cool off with this holiday read by Tara Chevrestt

Get too hot this summer? Cool off with a holiday read!

The talented, Tara Chevrestt has stopped by to share her latest release with us. Take a break from the hustle and bustle, and enjoy this holiday themed story.

Operation Enduring Santa

USAF fighter pilot Janet Kerrigan is not having a good Christmas. It’s bad enough she is stationed in Balad Air Base, Iraq and away from her three-year-old son, but to make matters worse, she has to spend her Christmas day on Combat Air Patrol.

A friend and fellow pilot tells her to make new Christmas memories, and much to Janet’s surprise, she does, though not the kind of memories she expects. While flying her F-16 Fighting Falcon in the Iraqi skies, Janet is faced with a difficult choice: follow orders and have the glory or ruin her Air Force career to save Christmas for boys and girls everywhere.

Excerpt:

“Medusa,Pancho, this is Base Command. We’ve got an unknown object showing up on radar,116 nautical miles to the northeast. Be prepared to engage.”

Janetfrowned. An unknown object, a bogey? Most of the Iraqi Air Force was destroyedat this point. She quickly glanced at her heads-up display and scanned herinformation. Altitude: 20,438 feet, air speed: 424 mph, compass: east, bogey:check. Janet’s breath caught at the sight of the tiny dot on her HUD. What the hell? Where did he come from?She watched the moving dot and felt her heartbeat spike. “Base, this is Medusa.Unknown object alert acknowledged and verified. Preparing to approach andengage target upon visual ID.” Switching frequencies, she attempted to reachher wingman. “Pancho, this is Medusa. You got the bogey?”

Therewas only static in reply. Janet frowned again before pressing her communicationbutton. “Medusa calling Pancho. What’s your location?”

Afew seconds passed before she heard a crackling response. “Medusa, this isPancho. I’m eighteen nautical miles to the west of you. Having somedifficulties.” Was that fear in herwingman’s voice?

“Whatkind of difficulties?” Janet kept one eye on the dot, and remembering herorders, prepared to approach the bogey. Nothing bogey-like was visible outsideof her 360 degree cockpit yet. According to the HUD, the bogey was still 100nautical miles away. She placed her right hand on her side-stick controller andpressed against it slightly. Janet applied pressure to the left rudder with herfoot, commanding her flight control system, FLCS, to make the necessarymanipulations to the aircraft. With her left hand, she controlled the enginethrottle. The vibration of her Falcon increased with the speed. She felt atrickle of sweat near her eye under her visor. She was going after the bogey.

Available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Operation-Enduring-Santa-ebook/dp/B008E2V1S6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1340735750&sr=1-1&keywords=Operation%3A+Enduring+Santa

New Cover Art!

I wanted to share this with you guys! Fresh from the Artist, my cover for What the Heart Knows! So excited about this one for a variety of different reasons! 1. This is my first longer piece coming in at 35k, and 2. I got a chance to play with one of my favorite genre’s , horror. I hope you guys like it !

Colt update

Hello All,

I hope you had a safe and fun filled Father’s day weekend! I went with the family to the Winchester Mystery House for Father’s day. The trip with a 2 year old and a new born was quiet different from the road trips I took in my youth, we had a blast. There were so many different things to see, and I’d forgotten how much inspiration struck while driving.

I have some new on the writing front. I’m making my first foray into the young adult world writing as Astrid Novak. My first book, Mark of the Dragon will be through a fantastic publisher, Ruby Lioness Publishing. I’m very excited about this development. Some of you may not know this, but I initially started out with the intention of writing YA, it just wasn’t where my muse wanted to take me at the time. A blog, and author page will follow soon and I’ll post up the information for those of you who might be interested.

I’m also happy to announce my WIP I mentioned before What the Heart Knows was accepted to Evernight Publishing! This story is the most “Me” I’ve ever written in terms of taste. I’ve always been a huge fan of horror, Romance and a bit of Sci/fi/Thriller. This story has all those elements! I can’t wait to see what you guys think about it. I don’t have a release date for either of my projects just yet, but when I do I’ll pass them along.

Special Guest Lola Drake!

Hello bloggers,

Today we have the lovely Lola Drake on the blog to give us a sneak peek at her fabulous debut release , Pursuit of a Kiss.

Blurb

Ousted from Olympus until he can restore true love to the world, Eros stumbles upon a match made in heaven – if they can survive hell first.

Juliet doesn’t have much in common with her namesake. Her career-centric life sorely lacks romance. Then one night everything changes when she witnesses a gang shooting, and she ends up a victim herself.

FBI Agent Jake Parker has known Juliet for years, but only as the baby sister of his best friend. He still imagines her as the awkward teenager she used to be. When Jake must protect Juliet from the gang determined to eliminate the only witness who can testify against them, he discovers that he’s not the only one who’s changed in the last ten years.

As sparks fly and the danger mounts, Juliet and Jake must decide what they’re willing to risk in the pursuit of what’s possibly true love’s kiss.

Excerpt

****

Juliet emerged from the shower, relieved to be out of the hospital and back at her own house. Pulling off the plastic bag that had kept her arm dry, she limped to the closet – her hip still a bit sore from the “flesh wound.” Easy for doctors to say––it wasn’t their flesh that bullet had blazed a path across. She knew she had far more pressing things to worry about, but she couldn’t help taking a moment to hope the scar wouldn’t be too ugly once it healed.

Ablutions complete, she sank, exhausted, onto the chair in front of her old-fashioned white vanity. Her mother had used that vanity as a teenager, and she’d given it to Juliet for her sixteenth birthday. Now, even at twenty-nine, Juliet still loved using it. Somehow she always felt prettier seeing her reflection in that ornate antique mirror than she did anywhere else, especially in the last few years since her mother died. She trailed her finger over a tiny crack in the wood. Her mother had been furious when Juliet had done that. Now, however, as she rested her palm upon it, she couldn’t think of anything in the world she wanted more than a hug from her mother and her reassuring voice saying everything would be all right.

The soft knock on the door startled her. “Come in.”

Jake poked his head in the doorway. “Are you doing okay? Need any help?”

“I’m managing.”

“You in a lot of pain?”

Juliet shook her head, attempting to brush her hair left-handed. “The medication helps. I’m more frustrated than anything.”

“So let me help.”

Jake came up behind her, took the brush from her hand, and stroked it through her hair. His thumb grazed the back of her neck as he gathered up a section of curls, holding them so he wouldn’t pull at her head as he worked out a tangle. Their eyes met in the mirror and held. Juliet’s heart thumped in her chest so loudly she wondered if Jake could hear it. If he did, he gave nothing away as he ran his long fingers gently across her scalp.

“You have beautiful hair.”

Juliet chuckled. “Now I know you’re feeling sorry for me. My hair’s brown and boring.”

Jake shook his head, gently separating out a few strands. His eyes met hers in the mirror once more. “No it’s not. It has shades of auburn and even gold under certain light. It’s beautiful.”

Her breath caught. The air around them grew heavy with expectation as once more their eyes locked through the mirror. Slowly, as though afraid any movement might startle him like a frightened deer in the woods, Juliet turned around to face him. Desire flared inside her. She’d wanted him for so long, and now, with the heat in his gaze… was he finally going to kiss her after all these years?

Keeping her eyes glued to his, she rose, their bodies so close they practically touched. Jake’s breath warmed her cheek and a need, a hunger flared in his eyes. As he leaned in, Juliet’s eyes drifted closed, the anticipation of having his mouth on hers at last overwhelming her. And then it happened, his lips touched her––on the forehead.

What the…? Juliet’s eyes flew open.

Jake abruptly stepped back, setting down her brush. “Got any good movies? Let’s go watch a movie. I need a beer.” He turned on his heel and practically sprinted from the room.

Juliet couldn’t understand what the hell had just happened. She did know she wished she had thrown the brush at his retreating back. He clearly wanted her. Didn’t he?

A photo of her and her brother Aaron from her high school graduation caught her eye. Oh yeah. Aaron. Maybe that had prompted Jake’s decision not to touch her? At least, she hoped that was the reason and not that he still thought of her as an ungainly kid sister. But she felt sure she hadn’t imagined anything. He had lightly licked in his lips in that moment before leaning in, and the way he had caressed her hair definitely didn’t feel like something a brother would do.

No, Jake wanted her. And she would convince him to see that.

I’m loving Jake! I can see why Juliet would be ready to convince him! Thanks for dropping by and sharing a sneak peek with us Juliet

http://shylacoltsstraightshot.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/pursuit_of_a_kiss_cover.jpg

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pursuit-of-a-kiss-by-lola-drake/

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html

Special guest Doris O’Connor has stopped by to share a sneak peak of her lastest, The Last of his Kind.

I’d like you all to welcome the lovely, Doris O’Connor came by bearing an inside peek into her latest release , The Last of his Kind.

Blurb

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog? You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body’s instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?

Excerpt

“Well, for starters I haven’t got any clothes.”

He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he’d used to cover his arousal. “Of course if you don’t mind, then let’s go.”

“Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You’ll do someone an injury with…with that.”

She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.

****

Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God’s gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men’s cocks had a mind of their own. It didn’t mean he would rip her clothes off. She’d never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.

“Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?” His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses.

When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn’t move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.

“I asked you a question, ceannbeag.”

The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn’t move.

He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.

“Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you.” He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. “Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.

“If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now.” His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. “If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you’re mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn’t even imagine.”

Oh good God. I’m doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.

“Do I get a safe word?” She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he’d barely touched her.

“Pick one.”

“Nessie.”

:Fans her face: Phew! That was one hot excerpt! Who knew Nessie could be so hot?! Thanks to Doris for stopping by and sharing!

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-last-of-his-kind-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.amazon.com/Last-Naughty-Fairy-Tales-ebook/dp/B008AQGJC4/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-of-his-kind

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastofhiskind-825398-140.html

Banner Unveiling

Howdy All,

I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend.

I had a wonderful banner made for my by the lovely, Kassanna , and I just had to share it! ( Thanks again my friend) .

Also,I wanted to thank everyone for their support. Lessons from the Professor is a bestseller at ARE in BDSM, and Interracial. You guys are the best! It was a different direction than my normal work, but I hope you enjoyed it.

Shy