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September 5, 2012
Spotlight on Shyla Colt!!!
It’s my pleasure to have friend and fellow author, Shyla Colt, on my blog today to help celebrate her newest release, Cursed. Welcome, Shyla! 
I want to thank Lorraine for having me over today and letting me have free reign on her blog! 
Thank you again for joining us for a tour of Baxter, the Southern town with a lot of heart and even more gossip. Its common knowledge messing around with the Edgeworth men will lead you to heart break. Back in the day their great-great-great grandpa swindled a witch and left town with her loot. Not a wise decision. It earned them a curse that prevented them from finding love. One hundred years or so in the future the hex remains firmly in place. Each of the Edgeworth brothers deal with their misfortune in a different way, Hunter is a serial dater who never commits, Randy has been divorced three times, and Colton has given up all together, until Avalyn Voiles comes to town. Avalyn is everything Colton’s every wanted in a woman, smart, beautiful, witty and down to earth. For the first time in his life he can imagine an ever after. The problem is she’s a descendant of the witches who cursed them, and the key to ending the hex.
Come and see how Colton woes Avalyn at one of Baxter’s hidden jewels, the Baxter Botanical Gardens. Known for their dazzling themed displays outside and exotic flowers indoors, the gardens are located on the edge of town. The main attraction is the Butterfly gardens, but we’ll get to that later on our tour. 
Excerpt:
When they pulled up, she read the cream-colored oval sign that read, Baxter Botanical Gardens. A large glass building with a dome sat in the distance. It was surrounded by a vibrant array of colorful art created with plants. The frog made up of two different shades of green was whimsical. Her spirits rose as she drank in the beauty, and the tranquility washed over her. She turned to look at Colton, shocked at the look of revelry that appeared on his face.
“Coming to this place is one of the few vivid memories I have of my mother. She loved flowers and kept a food garden in the backyard and a flower garden in the front. I remember spending a lot of time helping her outside. It was really just an excuse for me to play in the mud, but she always made me feel like what I was doing was important.”
A sweet smile curled the corner of his lips upward, warming her heart. There were few things as touching or telling about a man as the way he treated his mother. It was obvious Colton had adored her.
“She sounds like she was amazing.”
“She was. I wish you could’ve met her. I know she’d love you. She was very into living off the land and giving thanks to God and respect to the people around you. Even after all these years, those things are etched into my mind. I was lucky to have her for six years, but I would’ve loved to have many more.”
A twinge of apprehension struck. It was her family who was partially responsible for the premature death of his mother. Was this the moment when he’d ask her to remove the curse?
He slipped his hand in hers and tugged. “Come on; it’s even more beautiful inside, and I have a special surprise I think you’ll love.”
She allowed herself to be pulled along behind, clamping a lid tight on the negativity. It wasn’t like her to dwell on things like that. There were things in the universe that loved chaos, but they were barking up the wrong tree. She imagined the white light of healing beaming down on her, vaporizing the negative vibes and restoring her balance. Tonight she needed to meditate. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze with the hope she was conveying her appreciation. He’d really thought outside the box. While cookie cutter dates like dinner and a movie or the local bowling alley were always fun, special outings like these were relationship-defining.
For weeks, she’d been going back and forth, asking herself if being with Colton was worth the lukewarm reception she was getting from her gran, the pitying looks from her mother, and the guilt that twisted her gut on a daily basis. It might seem silly to some, letting the opinions of others affect her so much. But family was forever and supposed to come first. Dating Colton went against everything she’d been taught. Still, she couldn’t deny the message from Viola or the uncanny feeling she was exactly where she should be.
“What do you want to see first, the outside or the inside?”
“Your choice.”
“Inside then.”
The brilliant hues of the flowers mesmerized her as they moved from display to display. He told her a bit about each one, and she got the feeling he came here fairly often. When she asked as much, he answered, “I come here when I need to get away and think. This place holds some of my fondest memories, though I’ll deny it if you tell my brothers.” He flashed a wicked smile and winked. “I don’t care what other people think about me, but Randy and Hunter can be like a dog with a bone when they get a hold of the right information.”
She laughed. “I can tell you love them.”
“Oh, yeah. They just make me want to kill them from time-to-time.”
“I think it’s a family requirement.”
They toured the building, and he led her to the garden display set up outside.
“You’re such a tease, drawing out the surprise even longer,” she said as they walked beneath the lush green arches decorated with deep red blooms.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard those words from a woman.” He laughed. His eyes darkened with lust, and she grinned.
“I get the feeling I’m a lot of firsts for you, Mr. Edgeworth.”
“That’s because you Voiles are in a class of your own.”
“What does that mean?” She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side.
“It means y’all are a handful.” He pulled her close to him and placed an arm around her shoulders. “Of course, that’s one of the things I adore the most about you. Never a dull moment.”
“Mmmhmm.” She fought back giggles. Truth was, his family was just as crazy as hers. The stories she’d heard about his Granpa Willie had made her laugh until she cried. They were on equal footing in so many different ways. Finally they reached a smaller building that sat away from the main one that housed the botanical gardens.
“Come on inside.” He steered them inside the building, and she gasped. It was a butterfly house!
I hope you enjoyed your glimpse into the tiny town of Baxter, and the main character of , Cursed, Edgeworth Men Book 1. Comment to enter for a chance to win a Botanical Garden basket. The winner will be announced on September the 12th.
If you liked what you read, you can find me at the following places.
www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com
Twitter: @shylacolt
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August 27, 2012
New Release by London Saint James!!!
Superbly talented friend an author, London Saint James, has a new release and is here today to tell us about it. Love the cover! Welcome, London. Take it away.
I’m happy to be one of the authors included in the Naughty Fairy Tale line through Evernight Publishing. When I first found out they were doing Naughty Fair Tales, I knew I had to be part of what would be some unique and scorching hot stories. I thought about all the fairy tales I loved as a child, and the one that kept popping up was Alice in Wonderland.
Putting my naughty twist to Alice was super fun to write, and I hope people will enjoy reading Tied Up In Wonderland, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Tied Up In Wonderland Blurb:
Once upon a time there was a snoopy reporter, one Master Dom who wanted her for his own, and an underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year…
When Allison McCray decided to go undercover and pose as a submissive college girl named Alice Smith, she may have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of someone they call Master Hatter.
Having Alice in his club may have been what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wanted, and perhaps somewhere along the way he would show his “little Alice” what she’d been missing, one well-placed swat at a time.
But does Alice truly have what it takes to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or will she forever be tied up in Wonderland?
**Warning** Tied Up In Wonderland contains bondage, sex toys, and anal sex.
I love to hear from my readers.
My Author Pages:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/London-Saint-James.html
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http://www.theromancereviews.com/mypageprofile.php?location=London
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Other Places to find me:
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http://www.myspace.com/lsjromance
And now for the excerpt:
The sound of the motorcycle revved. Stopped. Boots hit the pavement, the footfalls echoing my way.
“Turn around,” he said. It was the voice of Master Hatter. God, I wanted to see him. Rip the mask off and look at him, but I did as he commanded. I turned. “You are not allowed to remove the mask, or speak. You will do as I instruct without question. Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded. A warm hand grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” He walked me a few steps forward. “Stop, and lean your back against this wall.” I felt in front of me. It had to be the block wall of the building behind the pool hall. “Do it, Alice.” My fingers skimmed down the rough surface. I flipped around. Leaned against the wall. This would probably put more than a smudge on my champagne colored shirt, but if I got into to Wonderland, so be it. One ruined blouse was worth it. “Unbutton your shirt.”
I know my hands were shaking, but I unbuttoned my shirt. I knew when Master Hatter moved the material aside. The night air caressed my exposed flesh. He tugged at the chain, stretching my nipples, and elongating my clit. A sensation that I can only describe as hot, flashed across every inch of me. He tugged once more. Burning flames consumed my sex. I wanted to cum. No other thought but that lingered in my mind.
“Hike your skirt,” he said. That low grumble of stern mastery outlined each of his words. “Slowly.” I grabbed the material of my skirt, gathering it up, doing as he wanted, slow. “Stop, and give me your foot, Alice.” I lifted my right foot. Hands caressed my calf. He lifted my leg, placed my foot on something. Perhaps the seat of his bike. “Lift your skirt, higher.”
I did, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was in a dark alley, with someone I didn’t know, my shirt open and flapping in the breeze, my leg hiked up, wearing nothing beneath my partially clothed body with tweezer clamps attached to not so secret parts. I had my skirt lifted up past my hips. Totally exposed.
Wow! Sounds Hot! Thanks for sharing with us, London. Best of luck!
August 20, 2012
Guest Post with Angelina Rain
Angelina Rain, fellow author and dear friend, is visiting with me today and explaining her process in becoming a published author. So, refill that coffee mug and sit a spell. Welcome, to my blog, Angelina!
The Book That Almost Never Happened
Have you ever wanted to be a published author? Publishing has been my dream for a long time, so when I sat down to pen my first novel, I did my research. Most authors… Scratch that… All authors get tons of rejections, spend ages searching for agents, and usually don’t see their name in print until years after they pen their first novel. I didn’t want that for myself so I decided to e-publish. It’s smaller money but faster results.
So with that in mind, I sat and I wrote. Once the novel was finished, and after I did my few rounds of self edits, the unthinkable happened. It is one of the worst things to ever happen to a writer. My computer died, and my book was buried inside it.
I took the hard drive to a few techs, trying to see if they could possibly extract the file. Some failed, while some wanted outrageous amounts of money for the service. I was lost, and knew that this book would never see the light of day.
But then, my mom introduced me to a friend of hers who is a computer tech. It took him a lot of work, as the hard drive itself no longer worked, but he managed to pull the file and save it on a disk. I finally had my book back (and a completely fixed computer too with new hard drive). However, my troubles with this book weren’t over.
I submitted this book to seven publishers all on the same night and said yes to the first contract offer I received which happened on the following day. My dream had come true, except it was shaping up to be a nightmare.
This publisher was small, and didn’t have the resources to stay in business. After spending months on edits, the publisher closed and my rights were returned back to me. So there I was again, trying to sell a book when a part of me started saying that maybe it was a sign this book shouldn’t be published. But I submitted, and got it published again.
Two years after writing Rescued Love, I am happy to share this novella with you!
BLURB:
Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?
One by one, household dogs disappear only to come back after senseless abuse. Veterinarian Jordan Powell will stop at nothing to ensure her patients’ safety. Even if that means seeking help from ex-boyfriend, police officer, Nate Thrillson, the man whose heart she once broke.
The last thing Nate wants is a relationship. He has an inoperable cancerous tumor in his brain and his days are numbered. Yet, he couldn’t resist Jordan.
It’s a race against time to save the dogs and the man who captured her heart. Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?
BUY LINK:
http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&products_id=297
Angelina’s site: www.angelina-rain.com
Thank you for sharing this with us today, Angelina. It sounds like a terrific read. Best of luck!
August 19, 2012
Blog Tour with Giveaway Ends Today!
My blog tour for Love on the Rocks ends today. If you haven’t yet, now’s your chance to comment on each of the following blog posts to increase your chances of winning a free download. Best of luck! Winner to be announced by the 31st.
Date Host/Hostess Blog url
Aug 10th Lorraine Nelson http://lorrainenelson.wordpress.com
10th Tara Chevrestt http://wwwbookbabe.blogspot.ca/
11 Lisa Adams http://pen-the-dream.blogspot.ca/2012...
12 W Lynn Chantale http://wlynnchantale-decadentdecision...
13 Rebecca Brochu http://rbrochu.blogspot.ca/
14 London Saint James http://londonsj.blogspot.com/?zx=97cf...
15 Doris http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co...
16 Rosanna Leo http://rosannaleo.blogspot.ca/2012/08...
August 17, 2012
Spotlight on Elyzabeth M. Valey!!!
Today we welcome Elyzabeth M. Valey to the blog. She’s just released a new title through Evernight, The Mercenary Slave. Let’s help her celebrate with a few comments on this post.
Blurb:
Ambushed, captured and sold…
After losing his best friend, Wybert is forced to give up his life as a mercenary and become a pleasure slave. The daunting task becomes harder than expected when the attraction to his slave master goes beyond the bedchamber.
Izz-Sarava was content with his life as the Zshanti’s slave master until the new serf appeared. Somehow, under his presence, his control slips and his heart becomes exposed.
As their feelings develop, will they be able to overcome a past that haunts them to pursue a future together?
Excerpt:
Without knocking, Melassar entered the darkened chamber. It was small, with barely enough space to stand and fully outstretch your arms. If you walked more than two paces in either direction, you’d meet a wall. It was the Sledövat, or Zshanti’s watching cell. Here she would sit and observe her pleasure slaves bathe whenever she pleased. Sometimes, if she so wished, they would be aware of her heavy stares. Other times, they were ignorant to her peering.
The beauty of the Sledövat lay in its splendid peeping panel, designed to trick the person bathing. From inside the water chamber all that was visible was an impressive painting of mermen and merwomen bathing and alluring a boat of sailors. However, small slits were cut across several places in the panel, allowing Zshanti to glance into the room, without hindrance.
She sat now on a low cushion, her chemise gathered at the waist and her long legs crossed before her. Her hands rested on her naked thighs, her nails digging into the soft skin. Zshanti turned to face him, her sky blue eyes sparkling in the dim light coming from the adjoining room.
“You took long enough, Izz-Sarava. Come here, you are missing quite a spectacle.”
Melassar hurried to his mistress’s side. Though she did not look up at him, he bowed low before taking a seat by her side.
“Look,” she whispered while leaning forward.
Melassar followed her lead. He gasped when he peered into the peephole. Zshanti chuckled softly at his side.
“I know.”
His mouth dried up as he watched the stunning figure of Wybert through the slit. The large man had not wasted any time in undressing after Melassar had left him in the room, instructing him to bathe and don clean clothes.
Melassar’s cock twitched in his breeches. Wybert stood in the center of the room in all his naked glory. Melassar gulped as Wybert approached the panel. Blood rushed to his cock, hardening it. Wybert was pure muscle, a man made out of stone. The muscles on his arms were defined, the plains of his chest undoubtedly solid, the ridges on his stomach unyielding.
Wybert observed the painted wall for a moment before losing interest. He yawned and stretched, the corded muscles of his biceps tensing as he raised his arms above his head. Melassar’s cock began to throb with need. Abruptly, Wybert stepped away from the wall and turned his back to them, giving them a view of his sculpted ass. Melassar discreetly massaged his cock through his trousers. Slowly, the giant eased himself into the hot tub. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he began to hum a popular ballad while bathing with the scented soap left at his disposal.
A low whimper forced Melassar to regain his bearings. Turning his head, he watched as his mistress dipped her fingers between her folds. She breathed laboriously, her breath coming out in slow pants as her left hand worked furiously at her pussy, drawing circles on her clit with hard strokes. Melassar shifted in his seat and she glanced up at him, a mixture of guilt and pleasure written on her face. Without a word, she removed her hand and they watched in silence for a few more minutes. Finally, Wybert stepped out of the tub.
“Do you think it will fit, Izz- Sarava?”
Melassar stared at Wybert’s organ. Even flaccid it seemed to be long and thick.
“It will take some getting used to, Zshanti, but I’m certain it will enter.”
His Zshanti nodded enthusiastically. “I can hardly wait for tonight. Come to me after dinner, Izz-Sarava.”
“As you command, Zshanti.” Melassar bowed his head.
Zshanti stood and left the room. Melassar took in a deep breath. The smell of her arousal coupled with his lingered in the air. He leaned towards the peeping slits, palming his cock through his breeches.
Droplets of water stuck to Wybert’s chocolate skin, mingling with the hair on his chest and running down his navel to the nest of hairs over which his marvelous cock rested. The thought of tasting that body, running his tongue across every plane and ridge made his mouth water. He licked his lips in anticipation. Tonight, but not now. With a regretful sigh, Melassar got on his feet. He squeezed his cock one last time.
“Duty first,” he chided. His pleasure could wait a little longer.
Buy links:
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August 16, 2012
Spotlight on Sandra Bunino!!!
Evernight Publishing has a new Romance on the Go line and Sandra Bunino is here with her new release, Mia’s Submission.
Welcome to my blog, Sandra! Take it away!
Blurb:
Hardworking Mia Lavender’s been offered a promotion she can’t refuse–VP of Client Experience at New York’s exclusive BDSM club, The Satin Rose Experience, or SRE. Mia’s kept her submissive tendencies a secret, until now. She’ll have ample opportunity to explore her fantasy because to succeed in her new role at SRE, she will need on-the-job training at the hands of Asher Cane.
During Asher Cane’s very first training session with Mia, he fails to follow his own rules and has the hottest vanilla sex of his life. Mia needs training, and Asher is damned if he’ll allow another Dom to touch her. Can Asher be the dispassionate trainer Mia needs to learn the exquisite give and take of dominance and submission? Or will her submission come only at the cost of his heart?
Mia’s Submission is Book One of The Satin Rose Experience (SRE) series.
SRE, New York’s elite BDSM club residing on the twentieth floor of Rosebud Resorts, contains ten uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Find the introduction of SRE in The Satin Rose Experience, a short story in Evernight Publishing’s Keyboards and Kink Anthology.
Excerpt:
“Training starts now, Mia. To do the job of Vice President of Client Services at SRE you must know what your clients will experience. They will come to you for information, advice and counsel. The only way you can truly help them is if you’ve experienced it yourself, to feel what they’ll feel. So, what do you think of Suite Five?” Asher asked, unknotting his tie and pulling it from his collar.
“It’s cold, both physically and visually. It’s not very comfortable.”
Asher grinned and nodded while draping the tie over his jacket. “Then it does its job. That’s exactly how it should feel in here. The submissive is supposed to feel physically insecure in this suite to help grow his or her trust in the Dominant.” He turned, locked eyes with Mia and sauntered toward her. “I hope to gain more of your trust today.”
Mia took a deep breath and her shoulders began to relax.
“Having said that, I’m sticking to the plan. Not like last night. Training is mandatory for this position and if I can’t control myself and train you properly, someone else will have to do it. I won’t have that. No one else touches you. Do you understand?”
“Of course,” Mia whispered. She couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone else.
“You remember our safe word, Mia?”
She nodded and stared into his dark brown eyes.
“Thorn.”
“Yes and please use it when you need to. Don’t think of it as a show of failure or fear. It’s the only way I’m going to understand your limits. Any questions before we begin?”
Mia’s eyes darted around the stark suite. “Cameras?”
Asher grinned. “The camera is in the mirror…” He strode to the large mirror where the note was placed and pointed. “It’s off and security is instructed to leave it off, unless you prefer to have it on,” he said and raised his eyebrows.
“No. No camera. This is going to be hard enough for me.”
“The purpose of the surveillance is not so that our security can watch, believe me; they’ve seen so much that it’s like watching a baseball game to them. It’s for the safety of our clients.”
“I understand but I still don’t like it. Plus I don’t feel unsafe with you,” Mia said with a shy smile.
He stepped toward her while unbuckling his belt. “I’m glad to hear that. Now turn around.”
She smiled at him and turned to face the wall once again. His silky, commanding voice washed over her body and soaked the juncture between her legs. Strong hands immediately kneaded at her shoulders and down her arms. Warmth sank into her flesh and she leaned back to capture more of his body heat. She relaxed momentarily but was snapped back on guard when his powerful hands encircled her ribcage and his fingers slipped between the buttons of her blouse. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears as buttons popped from their stitching and flew in different directions. She sucked in a breath as he rid her of her shirt in one fluid motion.
“Put your hands together behind your back,” Asher’s honeyed voice buzzed through her.
She did as she was told and laced her fingers together at the top of her ass. The jingle of his belt buckle rang in her ear followed by a whoosh of leather sliding through fabric. Warm straps encircled her wrists, the buckle clanging in uneven tones as he tied it tight between her hands.
Mia swallowed hard and pulled at her hands, trying to loosen the bonds. She was firmly bound with no chance of freedom. Her breath quickened, stoking the fire growing in her belly. The bed springs creaked and she turned her head toward the sound.
“A submissive would be punished for that peek,” he growled.
She whipped her head back to face the wall.
“Come to me.”
Relieved to leave her corner, Mia spun on her heels and stepped toward him. Asher sat on the edge of the bed with his feet apart and patted the top of his thighs, beckoning her to the spot in between his knees. She complied and the heat of his hands enveloped her body as he pulled her in. She arched her back while his fingers teased up to the lacey band across her ribcage. He unsnapped her bra before pulling her hairpins, releasing her long, dark locks. Coiling her hair around his palm, he pulled downward, tipping her face toward the ceiling. He fondled the lace fabric of her bra, which only stayed secured by her arms pressed against her body. He slowly removed the band of lace and a rush of chilly air surrounded her breasts. The cool temperature was replaced with liquid heat when he took her nipple between his teeth. Mia moaned as sparks traveled from her breasts down to her core.
“Keep your legs straight and bend forward.”
Heated palms slid down her back, encircled her waist and guided her forward so that she was bent over his leg, her face and chest resting on the bed.
From the corner of her eye, she caught a partial reflection of the back of her legs and her ass, lifted high in the air. Her pussy ached with exquisite need as she watched his hands gently lift the fabric of her skirt. Mia closed her eyes as his palm rubbed small circles over her ass cheek and thigh. The heat suddenly disappeared and her eyes shot open in time to watch his hand come down with a slap. She whimpered as the sound echoed through the room. His palm continued to rub the sting from her suddenly very pink cheek. He followed the same routine on the other side and she cried out in passion the second time, anticipating the erotic burn. Craning her neck, she admired the matching pink splotches on both ass cheeks.
Book Links:
Evernight Publishing / AllRomance eBooks / BookStrand / Amazon
Contact Sandra:
Website / Email / Facebook / Goodreads / Amazon Author Page / Twitter @sandrabunino
Bio:
Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.
Her books and short stories include Marooned in Miami, Lusted in Las Vegas, Sara’s Smile, The Satin Rose Experience and The Fountain Pen.
These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family.
Remember, following is sexy!
August 15, 2012
New Release!!! Spotlight on Dahlia DeWinters!!!
It’s my pleasure to introduce a superb fellow author on my blog today. Please welcome Dahlia DeWinters as she shares with us an interview from her leading character, King Toridesh.
Hi Lorraine, and thank you for hosting me on your blog today!
I had the amazing opportunity to actually sit down with King Toridesh of The Wisest Maiden, to chat about his life before this story begins. Granted, obtaining answers to simple questions was the equivalent of pulling teeth, but I think you all can read between the lines to ferret out the real story.
Tell us a little about yourself.
I was born into royalty. My father was one of the greatest kings to rule the Al’eam country. He and my mother took ill and died soon after my wedding to my first wife. They had a wonderful, loving relationship. My father loved my mother dearly. So much so that he became ill with my mother’s sickness. He refused to leave her side despite the healers’ warnings….
It is good that they did not live long enough to see the destruction of my marriage. My mother…knew the family, trusted her judgment in selecting her as my wife. She…proved my mother wrong with her betrayal.
When you say “betrayal” what does that mean?
I would think the term simple enough for you to understand. Betrayal. The betrayal of our marriage vows. She desecrated her body with another man.
That is really sad. Did she tell you why?
Further dialogue about this is useless. It is enough to say that she no longer dwells within the country of Al’eam. You have other questions?
Okay…after this betrayal whom do you trust?
I trust only Cartur, my prime minister. He was the adviser to my father. His integrity and loyalty is unquestionable.
So…you’re single now?
When I desire to be. Are you perhaps interested in becoming the next queen?
No, thanks, I’ve heard some …things. Let’s get back to the questions.
What is your greatest desire?
My greatest desire…is to find a companion with whom I can share the rest of my days. Given what has happened…I have no false hope that my future will be a happy one.
What a sad story! I certainly hope that one day the King can find true love….
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The Wisest Maiden by Dahlia DeWinters from Liquid Silver Books
A peasant girl matches wits with a powerful king in a battle to stay alive after being forced into a one-night-only marriage.
She was beautiful, modest, and unassuming, virtues he sought in his brides. By the way she conducted herself he sensed she was a maiden, a pure freshling who was more than ready for his touch. The brief flash in her coffee eyes told him everything. Her lips were full and lush as the most succulent plum from the palace garden. The loose linen blouson and skirt, while modest, did little to hide her generous bosom and rounded hips. He imagined stroking her velvet nutmeg skin in the deepest hours of the night as she pressed her softness against him. He wanted this sloe-eyed female, to gorge himself on the pleasures of her unspoiled, ripe body.
He snapped his fingers when the father approached the counter, dropping the fabric mask from his face.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes, royal majesty.” The older man ducked his head in obeisance.
“The maiden who was here, she is your daughter?”
“Yes, royal majesty,” the man stuttered.
“She is a maiden then? There is no question of her purity?” He paused, judging the man’s ability for untruthfulness. “Do not lie to me.”
A look of resignation passed across the man’s face, the wrinkles becoming deeper somehow. “Yes, royal majesty, she is a maiden. Her mother and I have raised her to be close to us.”
“Then why have I not seen her in the marketplace before?”
The man met his gaze and spoke with a slight edge to his voice. “We were hiding her from you.
He was taken aback at the impertinence of the old man but only for a moment. Hiding such a lovely specimen for so long? The old man should be put to death just for that. “It seems as if your efforts to deceive did you no good.” A smile spread across his face, pleased at his success in acquiring a new bride so quickly. And what a fine bride she would make.
“Not an effort to deceive. An effort to protect our only daughter. She is our only child.”
He waved the subtle plea away and made a motion with his upraised hand. He had no time to listen to the pleas of an old man for his daughter. It would make no difference: he had already decided to have her. Two large guards appeared at his side. “And your efforts were wasted. I am claiming her for my bride.”
About Dahlia:
I am the Sultry Scribe. Romance on the road less traveled. I like quirky characters. I write books that hopefully make you think a little.
Writer of multicultural erotic romance and fairy tales.
Ivy League graduate. Geek Gal. Football junkie. Gadget freak. Comic Book lover.
Led Zeppelin, Billie Holliday, Hall and Oates, Johnny Hartman, Aerosmith, Def Leppard, Coolio, Public Enemy, Frank Sinatra, Kanye West.
There are two kinds of music – good and bad.
Nurtures an inappropriate lust for Peyton Hillis and Cam Newton.(Please don’t call the authorities.)
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Website:
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August 13, 2012
Spotlight on Katherine Wyvern!!!
Hello! Just a couple of words about the short story you are seeing here. Head Shy is the third book in the Cydonian Tales series which started in December 2011 with Black Carnival. It is however a prequel to my debut novel, and can be read before the other books, as a little glimpse in the world of Cydonia.
In Black Carnival, Ivory Blake falls in love with this mysterious and exotic man called Lune, a Sand Rider. Sand Riders are artificially bred “almost humans”, created by the Cydonian colonists to explore and pioneer the unwelcoming environment of their new planet, and while they are not exactly slaves, they are not exactly free either. Due to Lune’s taciturn personality there are many things that Ivory does not learn about him during the Black Carnival. For example how did he come to meet his beautiful, young male lover, Laz’law. Head Shy is the answer to that question.
I hope you enjoy the excerpt, and if you leave a comment with your e-mail you might win a free pdf copy of the book!
Blurb:
On the desert planet Cydonia, Lune, a naturalist and explorer, is assigned a new trainee. The young Rider is supposed to follow him everywhere to learn the skills of his trade.
Lune would gladly be spared the trouble, especially when informed that the boy has been formerly apprenticed to a vicious and abusive Rider, and likely to be difficult and traumatized. But when Laz’law, a stunningly beautiful, fiercely touchy creature enters his life, Lune has no choice other than to employ his horse-whisperer’s patience to earn his trust and win his love.
Excerpt:
When Lune entered the small locker room by the stable yard he was a bit disappointed to hear the water running in one of the showers. He was tired, dusty and sweaty, and he really just wanted to scrub himself clean and then go home. The thought of meeting somebody and having to chat and be social made him feel vaguely sick.
He wondered who had stayed at the yard so long. It was a holiday, after all. He unbuttoned his shirt quickly and stuffed it into his locker, hoping to hide in a different shower before whoever it was came out, but it was too late. The water stopped, and the shower door opened. He turned to look and nearly keeled over senseless when Laz’law, of all people, stepped out of it. He had a towel around his middle and was dripping wet. He had a dark, combative look in his eyes, but he relaxed somewhat when he saw Lune.
“Oh,” he said, “it’s you. I had no idea you were even around today.”
Lune sat down on a bench and with some effort said, “Came to trim some horses. For a friend. Thought you were off with your pals.”
“Oh, no,” said Laz’law, “I didn’t go after all. Too busy. I studied, and then I came to play with the mare for a while. Trustworthy, see? And by now I can tell you anything you could possibly want me to know about every bleeding plant, beast, and bug that lives between here and Arnia. You’ll have to take me with you. I’m your living encyclopedia. You’ll need me.”
He flipped the towel off his waist and began rubbing his head with it.
“Mh-h,” said Lune, out of general considerations that this wasn’t a good moment to trust his voice. He watched Laz’law in something like a stupor while the young man rubbed the towel on his head, face, and throat. He was lean and sculpted like a racing thoroughbred, with not an inch of softness about him, and every muscle bow-string-taut under the shiny, wet, dark skin. His chest bulged out exactly enough, strong without heaviness; his stomach was as neatly and squarely lined as a chocolate bar, and his cock …
Laz’law took the towel off his head and looked at him.
“Come on, man, ask me any question! Test time!”
“Uh …” said Lune, looking down. Don’t look into his eye, he thought. Never let a shy horse know you are after him. Never cross his path. Approach sideways, make for the shoulder. Keep your head down. Don’t look into his eye. Don’t look into his eyes. Don’t look into those damned eyes, Lune.
He swallowed. “I don’t know. Tell me about snakes, to begin with.” He bit his lower lip. Snakes? he thought. Can’t you be a bit more obvious, you demented old sucker? He crossed his legs tightly to keep his fast-growing hard-on from showing.
Laz’law launched into a fast-paced description of every living species of snake known on Cydonia, specifying size, coloring, habitat and distinguishing features. He did sound like a living encyclopedia. Lune wondered when he had done all this reading, but then, like so many other rebellious youngsters he had known, he was scarily keen when he put his mind to it.
“And these are the snakes you can eat,” Laz’law said proudly, before rattling out the whole bleeding list of them. Lune bent down to lean his elbows on his knees and his forehead on his palms, aiming for an overall look of weary but concentrated attention and peering at him sideways, from under his thumb. It would keep the bulge in his pants out of view, but he was going to die of it. He made a mental note to wear somewhat softer trousers next time he was around Laz’law.
Oh lord, he thought, shifting painfully, so this is the day I get a sprained cock, yes?
Laz’law stood there talking, exhibiting his nakedness now with the total forgetfulness of the true sportsman. He had toweled his breast dry, and his skin was like matte bronze. But some water still clung in the hollow of his throat, and one drop began a shiny descent along his torso, outlining every perfect bulge and groove of his chest and belly. He had two twin silver-derm tattoos on his chest, paw-prints of sorts, as if a particularly loving and artistic panther had dipped its feet in silver paint and then laid them on his breast, side by side. Lune swallowed again. Another drop of water ran down Laz’law’s body. He toweled the inside of his legs and his narrow, perfect hips. He passed the towel under his balls, and round his cock, which fell back and bounced around, inviting…
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August 10, 2012
New Release!!! Love on the Rocks!!!
This book is special to me in that it’s the first novel I wrote for adults and it takes place near my hometown. It’s undergone a few revisions since the first draft in early 2009, but it’s a story I’m very proud of. The Rocks at Hopewell Cape, NB, is a terrific place to visit. I’m going back there again soon.
Available at Breathless Press and All Romance eBooks.
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Blurb:
When Sara attempts to save her daughter, she may also be escaping a fate worse than an abusive boyfriend…she may be running away from true love. The big question is: Which man will find her first?
Sara Compton, normally strong, independent, and fun-loving, is deeply distressed at having to abandon her baby, but she has neither money nor home and is hiding from an abusive and obsessive ex-boyfriend. The only way to keep her child safe is to give her up.
Anthony Jacobs has sworn off women due to a previous relationship gone sour. He finds the child, takes her home, and arranges care for her. When he places a public call for a nanny and a lovely woman arrives who seems to have a rapport with the abandoned baby, he hires her on the spot.
Sara is fraught with guilt and tension at the possibility of being found out. What will Anthony think of her if—or when—he finds out the truth? To add to her worries, trouble arises in the form of Sara’s ex-boyfriend, who appears on the scene with custody papers in hand. She makes a hasty escape, her daughter in tow, but in the process of avoiding the evil Elliot Saunders, is she leaving behind her one true love?
Excerpt:
“Since you slaved away to prepare such a feast, I insist on doing the washing up.”
“What? No beeper?” Caroline chided.
“Not tonight. Guess I was too tired to arrange a get-a-way. I’ll have to do better tomorrow,” Anthony said with a wink and a chuckle.Picking up Charity, she shot back, saying, “That figures. Oh, well, I’ll enjoy tonight’s respite and take our little princess upstairs to get her cleaned up. What do you think of that, sweetheart?”
“Fine with me,” Anthony answered unexpectedly, then must have caught himself because he turned back to look at them as Caroline erupted into laughter. “Uh, you weren’t talking to me just then, were you?” he asked sheepishly.
“No, but you sure do look good in red,” she quipped, giggling at his embarrassment as she went on her way.
Anthony could hear her giggles as she went up the back stairs. To his astonishment, he had truly enjoyed thinking she’d called him ‘Sweetheart,’ and it had seemed so natural, too.
Oh, boy! Am I ever in big trouble, he told himself as he realized he’d fallen head over heels for the woman. What am I going to do now? How do I find out if she feels the same without bringing on a sexual harassment suit? Why did she have to be Charity’s nanny…an employee…and a darn good one at that! He didn’t want to scare her into running away. Think, Anthony! Think! He knew he’d figure out something. He’d just have to play it by ear and take a chance when the opportunity arose.
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August 9, 2012
Free Today!!! Ride for Rights by Tara Chevrestt
A terrific read! Don’t miss out!
Blurb:
In the summer of 1916 women do not have the right to vote, let alone be motorcycle dispatch riders. Two sisters, Angeline and Adelaide Hanson are determined to prove to the world that not only are women capable of riding motorbikes, but they can ride motorbikes across the United States. Alone.
From a dance hall in Chicago to a jail cell in Dodge City, love and trouble both follow Angeline and Adelaide on the dirt roads across the United States. The sisters shout their triumph from Pike’s Peak only to end up lost in the Salt Lake desert.
Will they make it to their goal of Los Angeles or will too many mishaps prevent them from reaching their destination and thus, hinder their desire to prove that women can do it?
Excerpt:
There was a twinkle in Francisco’s eyes as he looked the women up and down, taking in their dirty riding attire and the motorbikes behind them.
“We are just moving some of our caballos and mules to a more desirable location,” he said smoothly. “You must be the famous sisters riding to Los Angeles and getting into muchas problemas!” He laughed boisterously and, turning to the conversing men waiting on their horses and mules behind him, said something in Spanish to them all. The men began laughing and slapping their thighs with their large hats.
Angeline didn’t like this and stepped forward. “What are you saying?” she demanded.
Francisco gestured for his men to be quiet. “I read your American papers. You are quite famous. You brought trouble upon a man with many wives.” He shook his head and raised his hands in the air as though in supplication. “More than one espousa. Por que? Hombre loco!”
The men behind him roared their approval once again. Finished with his antics, Francisco turned a serious face to the women in front of him. “Crazy man, I say. One woman is enough.” He held up a single digit. “Any more woman than that, and I would be drowning in my José Cuervo!”
The men behind him began yelling amongst themselves, and Angeline had no idea what they were saying but decided it sounded rather bawdy and thus related to women and a man named José, and it seemed harmless enough. The men looked dirty and disheveled, and she noted they carried weapons, but the man called Francisco was smiling and did not seem to intend them harm, so she permitted herself to relax.
Adelaide was quite charmed by this foreign man in front of her. She liked his smooth movements and the way he spoke with a twinkle in his eye. She also liked the idea of being famous. She asked the man to tell her more about what he had heard.
“You are representing women, yes?” Francisco asked them. “You aretropas and rebels!”
“Well, I don’t know what a tropa is, but I suppose you could say that.” Adelaide blushed again. Angeline was watching from the corner of her eye.
“Tell me more.” Francisco placed her hand in the crook of his arm. “Maybe we can help you.” He gestured to his men to dismount, and they all rushed to obey, pulling saddlebags off their horses or mules. “We have food and water and José Cuervo.”
Angeline was looking around for this mysterious José they all seemed to worship so, but no man in particular seemed to respond. She shrugged and reluctantly followed Francisco and her sister as they walked. The men obviously under Francisco’s command were all resting on their colorful bedrolls and chatting, occasionally looking in their direction in curiosity.
She caught up to her sister and new companion and grabbed her sister’s free arm, forcing her to stop her chattering and turn around. “We really should be going. We must reach the next town before dark,” she said in a warning tone.
Adelaide’s eyes were bright with excitement, and her cheeks were flushed. “Francisco says we will not make the next town before dark. He says we may join him and his men when they set up camp.”
“Absolutely not!” Angeline hissed, glancing discreetly at Francisco who was now directing orders at his men. “What has gotten into you? We are two women alone surrounded by strange, foreign men! Do you have any idea what could happen?”
“Mujures, I assure you no harm shall come to you. Here…” Francisco came up to them and pressed a Colt dragoon into Angeline’s hands, “for your safety.”
The dragoon was heavy, and she struggled not to show surprise or dismay. She had never shot a weapon. She attempted to exhibit a confidence she did not feel as she looked Francisco in the eye. “Why?” she asked defiantly. “Why do you want us to stay with your camp?”
“My men and I would love the company. We have been traveling for days with nothing but ourselves, our horses, our smelly mules, and José for company. We will not harm you, but I will not stop you from leaving if wish you wish to do so.” He gallantly bowed once again.
A camp was being set up near a formation of rocks, and the men were unpacking cooking utensils as Angeline looked at the setting sun. She sighed. They had wasted too much time. She did not want to get lost again.
She looked at the dragoon in her hand, and its weight reassured her. She looked at a hopeful Adelaide and nodded her consent at Francisco. They would camp one night, but if any of the men bothered her or her sister, she was putting this dragoon to use even if it meant shooting her own arm off.
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Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, writer, and an editor. She is most passionate about planes, motorcycles, dogs, and above all, reading. That led to her love of writing. Between her writing and her editing, which allows her to be home with her little canine kids, she believes she has the greatest job in the world. She is very happily married.
Tara also writes as Sonia Hightower. Sonia writes the racy stuff and argues that she was here first. She just wasn’t allowed to be unleashed until the last year.
While Tara and Sonia continue to fight over the laptop and debate who writes the next book, you can find buy links, blurbs, and other fun bits on their website: http://tarachevrestt.weebly.com/index.html or their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tara-Chevrestt-Sonia-Hightower/218383211513877.
