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Author/Book Spotlight: Kenzie Michaels' Nikoh's Chosen

Please welcome Kenzie Michaels back to our happy little nook under the stairs! She's here to talk about her book, Nikoh's Chosen. 




Thanks for having me today! 

If you’ve been following the tour, you’ve seen both NiKoh and GiNae agonizing over the fact they see seem destined to be together.  Another storyline is unfolding, however.  If you’ve read Heart’s Last Chance, you saw NiKoh’s sister SaLie agree to be the Primary Mate of a high-ranking Xaxonian official, while also being the lover of the Xaxonian military leader DuKah, with whom she’d fallen in love.  On the planet Xaxa, tri-unions are common, with either females taking two husbands, or even the males having two wives.  SaLie, however, was allowed to break her contract with JeWal, when it was learned he tried to subject SaLie to ‘unacceptable practices’.  She returned home to TriJupe and continued her education.
However, JeWal and DuKah visited TriJupe and enlisted SaLie’s help in recruiting businesses for the joint space station.  NiKoh’s office in Planet Security was keeping tabs on the two men, when a horrifying secret was exposed.
As the eldest sibling, NiKoh is very protective of his younger siblings, and calls a family meeting.I hope you enjoy this glimpse into the secondary story line, which foreshadows the events of Book #3, still yet-to-be-titled.
Blurb:
Still mourning the tragic death of his beautiful mate, could another Chosen one already be waiting for NiKoh SiLah? To avoid what he’s not ready to accept, he throws himself into his work at Planet Security. 
Leaving the Academy behind to follow her dream of working with animals, GiNae SoJae returns home. Preoccupied with work and not ready to take a mate, she’s horrified when her body enters Maturity. GiNae fights the changes occurring within her. But during nightly dreams she cannot control, an unknown man teaches her the secrets of her body.
Will NiKoh and GiNae succumb to the paths they think have been chosen for them or will they discover the true Chosen life that awaits them? 
Excerpt:
“As Eldest, it is my responsibility to intervene when upsetting situations are brought to my attention. Ever since BaRok’s Bond Test, JeWal and DuKah of Xaxa have continued to partake of our planet’s hospitality, along with the help of SaLie.” He paused.“So what, NiKoh?” ReNei frowned. “She is Mature, and explained her reasons previously.”“Yes, but there is another development which has come to light.” NiKoh tried to find the right words.Salie blew out her breath. “I think he’s referring to this, Mother.” She stood up, pulled her voluminous skirt tight against her body, revealing her swollen girth. Amid gasps, she faced her brother. “For your information, Mother already knew. We were trying to keep it quiet, and not raise such a fuss.” Defiant, she glared at NiKoh. “This is another reason JeWal and DuKah continue their stay. I refused to give birth in their primitive birthing center, so even though the contract has been severed, the fact remains this child is one of theirs. Don’t look so shocked, BaRok. As the test showed, I was intimate with both men. It happened, get over it. When the child is born, whomever it favors the most will return with it to Xaxa, in order to continue their bloodline.”NiKoh gaped at her as the rest of the family erupted in protest.If you had told me of the emergency, this could have been avoided. He heard ReNei’s mild reproach.I thought she was concealing it from you as well. Apologies.It is out now, so let us move on.“SaLie, how can you simply give up your child in this manner?” NiKoh crossed to her side once the other voices subsided. “You know your family will stand behind you, of course, but have you considered everything?”SaLie continued to look defiant. “I have. Progeny is equally valued over there, and I’m hoping it will be of DuKah’s line, since this might finally join the two of us. JeWal already has two by his Secondary, but I did not get along with her and have no wish to have my child raised by her.”“I cannot believe, after everything you went through, that you still hope to be mated to DuKah.” BaRok clenched his teeth. “JeWal is odious enough, but the coldness in DuKah’s eyes…I fail to see what impresses you so much about him.”SaLie smiled. “We’re all adults here. He has a twelve inch cock, brother, which swells to a very impressive size when he’s aroused.”
NiKoh’s Chosen:  Family Matters is available at the following places:
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Thank you again for having me!  I’m holding a month-long contest.  Simply comment with your contact info and after the tour is over, all names will be tossed in a hat for a Grand Prize, a special gift pack full of goodies, along with a free book awarded daily.
My website:  http://www.mollydaniels.wordpress.com


Bio:
Kenzie Michaels resides in the Midwest with her husband, three children, and various household pets. Her fifth-grade teacher showed this avid reader how to write the stories swirling in her head, successfully unleashing her imagination upon the written word.

Kenzie is the ‘wild child’ of author Molly Daniels. They cohabitate nicely inside the brain of a woman in Indiana who’s the mother of three and ‘Aunt Molly’ to the entire neighborhood. A devout chocoholic, her hubby has learned to watch out when the characters in her head take over and not get too upset when the words are flowing and all concept of time is lost. (LOL)

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.


Today we have a small excerpt from the next installment of Wind in White Birch. This week is our picture prompt week. Our excerpts must be 300 words or less and incorporate the image somehow. Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
Wind in White Birch


                I think I ordered baked rigatoni. It looked, smelled, and tasted like rigatoni. The consistency was right. Ribbed pasta with thick sauce and melted mozzarella that stuck to my tongue. If I had been able to tug my sight from Jonah sitting across from me, I could have been sure it. When he had began forking individual bites of his own meal into my mouth I kind of lost sense of time, space, and my own place in the universe. Heck, I could have been sitting in the middle of a country road on the back of a singing mule for all I knew.  Thankfully, something pulled me back from the mental void. Probably it was the wandering violinist playing something Italian as he strolled past our table.
            “You`re going to run out of food,” I pointed out after chewing and swallowing a delicious mouthful of veal and cheese. “Here, I don`t want you to grow weak before we even get a chance to have dessert.”
            He silently leaned over the table and tugged a cheesy rigatoni from my fork with his teeth. I sat in my nicely upholstered red chair watching him chew. I was holding things together well until he ran his tongue over his lips to gather up a few droplets of tomato sauce. Then I had to cross my legs to try to calm the eruption of need that his display had caused. His eyes never left my face. I felt color creeping up into my cheeks. Jonah dabbed at his mouth, got to his feet, and extended his work-rough hand to me. I giggled nervously, noting that most of the diners were still dining and not dancing.
            “Don`t look at them,” Jonah said. “Just look at me.”




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Monday Book Spotlight - Hurri Cosmo`s Ladders & eBook Giveaway!

I'm so excited to have new friend and fellow M/M writer, Hurri Cosmo, visiting today to chat about her book, Ladders. Hurri will give one copy of Ladders to one random commentor, so make sure to say "Hi Hurri!" and leave your contact information in the comment section.


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Blurb: Rhys has spent his entire life in underground Winderport. He knew there was a whole other world above his "sky" but he wasn't interested—until the day he chased a killer to that mystical upper world and saw Kullian, all six foot something of perfection. So what if the man was a notorious and powerful Fey Baron? Rhys wasn't a typical law abiding citizen himself. The very fact the man was dangerous made him that much more attractive and had Rhys wanting things he'd never even considered before.

However, an injury causes Rhys to lose his memory and his only clues to his identity are his gun and a camera with pictures of Kullian's silver eyes looking right into the lens. But Rhys does have a couple memories—a very strong desire for the dangerous Kullian and he was after a murderer, a killer that just might be Kullian himself…

Excerpt one:

“You know who this is?” Rhys asked.
She glanced at him then back to the picture, leaning in a little closer. “I do. His name is Kullian.”
She looked back to the bundle. “And the fact that you obviously know him too explains another one of the items I found on you.”
She reached across the table, grabbed an edge of the shirt, and pulled it toward them. As it came closer, Rhys looked at the dark, metal object nestled in the center. It was a weapon. His weapon. His Cyro-silgil, to be exact. He put the camera down on the table and picked up his gun. Like the camera, he caressed the cool metal, realizing immediately the liquid hermitil injector had been removed. He looked back to the bundle and although he saw the gun’s holster he did not see the injector. He glanced up at Aylon, one eyebrow cocked.
She bristled, her plump face frowning, “Look, I don’t like guns, okay?” She then said something under her breath as she went back into the bedroom, this time emerging with a knife and some sort of skin sheath cradled in her hands. She handed it over to Rhys. “This is yours, too.”
Shit! Who carries all this weaponry? He put the gun down, picked up the knife out of her hands, and held it, bounced it. It was very light but solid, the blade short but sharp. He would not be able to do much damage if damage indeed needed to be done nonetheless it would still be formidable and command respect. He placed it on his clothes and took the leather sheath out of Aylon’s hands. Looking it over, it seemed to be an ankle strap. He let the strap join the knife on top of the bundle. It was then he noticed the pieces of something else sitting on top. He picked up the largest of them and held it up to Aylon.
Aylon harrumphed. “I think that may have been your cell or communicator, whatever it is you people use. Too bad. There is no fixing it. It was in your pocket. It must have broken when…well, probably the reason you have such a bruise on that side.”
Rhys nodded, touching his side again while he put the broken piece down and thinking about what she said. You people? Then he turned back to the camera and repeated, in almost a whisper, the name Aylon had given the man in the picture. Kullian. Yes, that name was familiar. He picked up the camera again and clicked to the next picture. It was of Kullian getting into a vehicle, another man closing his door for him. Kullian was looking out of the window, presumably at the camera again. More shivers made him nearly shake. What was this feeling?
“I’m not sure of anything, but I think I was after this man.”
Aylon raised an eyebrow. “Eh?”
“I think…I think he may have…killed someone I know. I think I may be after him to take revenge.”
“Really? That’s too bad.”
“Why?”
“I was beginning to like you. It would be sad to get to know you, nursing you back to health and all, and then have to bury you right away. And you being so young, too.”
“Bury me?”
“As in you’d be dead?”
“What are you talking about? I’m going to kill him!”
“No. You won’t. He’s a demon who would see you coming from a mile away. He’s guarded too, as if he needs it. He can take very good care of himself. But you see the mountain he’s with.” She pointed to the other large man in the picture. “That’s his bodyguard. He never goes anywhere without him. You would never even get past him.”
“You saw the pictures. I was close.”
“Yes…you were.” She took the camera out of his hands, looking closer at the picture. “How close?”
“Well, with the lens that’s on it and judging from the picture, about forty feet, maybe less.” Funny, he thought. He could remember something like that but not even a glimmer of where he lived.
She huffed. “Then if that was your intent, why didn’t you kill him here? It’s clear you let him drive away.”
“I…I don’t know…” It was a good point. Still, the emotions he was feeling connected to this man were too huge to ignore. He would have to find this man again. Maybe if he saw him, his memories would come back. “Do you know where I can find him?”
Aylon threw back her head and laughed as she handed the camera back. “Oh sure! He hangs out with the likes of me all the time! Of course not!” She laughed some more. “But I can tell you he owns several high class clubs. His most popular is called Angelo’s.”
“Angelo’s? Where’s that?”
“On the other side of the city.”
“Good. I’ll go there then. Hang out a little, ask a few questions…”
Aylon laughed yet again. “Do you think you just walk right in? Even if you had the clothes to wear—and you don’t—you still have to know someone to get in. Plus, across the city is not just down the street! How are you going to get there? You certainly can’t take the monorail.”
“Monorail? What the hell is a monorail?” Another foreboding fell over him.
“Oh yeah. Did I forget to tell you? I could tell by the ID card, not to mention the color of your skin, you’re from down below. Hate to break it to you, hun, but people from down under are not well liked up here; in fact, people up here are terrified of you people—would shoot you as soon as look at you. So traveling around up here might be a little difficult for you since you are going to stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Down below? What the hell are you talking about?” Then again, even as he voiced the question, Rhys knew she was right. He’d known it the moment he woke up and saw the sunlight streaming in through that window in the bedroom. He’d known somewhere deep inside he was about as far away from his home as he could be. He had no idea what or where that home was; however, the sunlight struck fear so deep, so ingrained, he knew more was at work here than a few lost memories.

Excerpt Two

He hazarded opening the door. Fresh, cool air rushed in from another huge room. Rhys remembered being carried through this one. He felt a twinge in his cock and an even harder twinge in his ass as his memories—Ahhh yes, I have memories now—brought him back to what he had done hours ago…or was it minutes? It didn’t matter. It had been incredible but he had to go and find Aylon and hope to hell she didn’t kill him. Where was the stupid HangeVide suit she had made him wear? Oh crap! It never made it into this place! He saw Kullian’s pants lying in the middle of the floor, remembering the almost desperate battle to get them off. Once again, he felt a hard twitch. He needed to block those things from his mind or he would get absolutely nowhere!
Well, except horny again…
He picked up Kullian’s pants and slipped them on. They were big. He clutched them together at the top to prevent them from falling down and let them bunch up at his ankles so he wouldn’t trip. They would have to do until he found his own clothes. He walked quickly to the door. Holding up the pants with one hand, he turned the knob with his other and opened it, cautiously.
The mountain known as Korras, the one who had dragged Rhys into Kullian’s office in the first place, stood in the hallway. He turned a questioning eye in his direction but stood still, his hands clasped in front of him. “Hi…” Rhys said almost above a whisper. Would the guy stop him from leaving? What would Rhys do if he did? He stepped out into the hall, continuing to hold his pants up. He spotted his shirt lying just outside the door. He took the couple of steps to it and reached down to pick it up. The guard said nothing, just continued to watch him.
“Just…I think my pants…I’m just going to take a look in that…that lift over there.” He shuffled past the guard, trying to face him the whole time he was near him, so he could gauge any movement he decided on. The look on the guard’s face betrayed nothing, no emotion at all. Finally figuring out the guard wasn’t going to stop him, he dashed to the lift and pushed the button alongside it.
He knew how they worked, even if he’d never been on one before last night. The doors slid silently open and there, in the middle of the floor, were his pants and shoes. He cursed under his breath thinking about the fact the coat came off first and he’d still been in the limo at the time. He obviously wasn’t going to be able to retrieve that any time soon. He hazarded a look back at the man who still stood motionless at Kullian’s door and continued to watch him. Rhys saw an eyebrow go up. Was he amused with the fact Rhys would not be able to find all of his clothes? He had to know what had gone on behind the door he guarded so closely. If he expected Rhys to ask for assistance, he would be dead wrong. He was in enough trouble with Aylon anyway. The loss of the coat couldn’t make her any more upset. He backed into the elevator, keeping his own gaze on Korras, and bent his knees to pick up his pants. He looked at the panel on the side and pressed the number one. Hopefully that floor was ground level. He gave a half salute and smirk to Korras just as the doors closed.
Once the doors were completely shut, he quickly rid himself of the too big pants and dressed in his own clothes. He folded Kullian’s pants neatly and laid them on the shiny floor just as the doors came open again on a bright lobby. Another guard-type man stood sentinel at this level, too. He eyed Rhys but said nothing as Rhys walked by him. There was a large, ornate front desk off to his left. He headed for that and the geeky-looking guy behind it. He was going to have to ask him where Angelos was. He hoped it wasn’t far because he would probably have to walk.
“Excuse me, sir. Could you tell me how I could get to Club Angelos?”
The mousy little man took the time to look Rhys up and down before he raised his hand rather dramatically and snapped his fingers. Another large man appeared. Shit! I have got to start drinking the water up here! “Jac, please take…” He raised an eyebrow as he slowly turned back to Rhys in obvious need of a name.
“Um…Rhys. My name is Rhys.” Cursing himself one more time for giving the guy his real name, he waited as that condescending head turned away from him.
“Please take Mr. Rhys to Angelos.” He turned back, slowly again, as if he were some kind of machine and not a real human. “Please follow Jac, Mr. Rhys.” He gave him another very disapproving once over. “Is that all you have with you?”
Rhys looked back down at himself as if he had to make sure as well. Irritated he was letting this guy get to him, he snapped his head back up. Without answering, he followed Jac. Rhys didn’t like the idea he was being taken there. He didn’t have much money on him and he had no idea how much it would cost. He absent-mindedly touched the pocket of his pants, noting his billfold was indeed there. Not that anyone in this place would have wanted to take his money. But he did like the idea he would get in front of Aylon faster, face her wrath sooner. He sighed as he lagged behind Jac.

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 Author Bio:
I live in Minnesota where I am holding tight to the idea that here, where it's cold a good part of the year, I won't age as fast. Yep, I avoid the truth as much as I avoid mirrors. But one of the reasons I love writing is reality doesn't always offer up a 'happily ever after' and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, I don't mind 'real life' and I do try to at least keep it in mind when I write my stories but I truly love creating a wonderful couple, knowing they are going to fall in love and have their HEA. Every time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason I love reading this genre too. Give me a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and my computer, whether I am reading or writing, and I can entertain myself for hours. The fact I actually get paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.

Top 3 Bonds

Oh, James!
Is there a spy out there that captures the hearts and imaginations like James Bond? I grew up watching the 007 films and have quite a soft spot for Mr. Bond. If there is a marathon on, you'll find my hubby and I in front of the TV. While I enjoyed, and still enjoy, all the actors that have played that super sexy secret agent, I do have my favorites. What about you? Is there a special Bond or two for you? Tell me about your top Bond men in the comments below! Here are my top 3 in order.

1-Sean Connery



Sigh. And sigh again. For me, this is the epitome of Bond. Sean Connery set the bar. He has shown all that come after him how to drive a car, smoke, dress, make love, look, speak, handle a gun, and deliver a catchphrase. Nobody does it better in my book.

2-Pierce Brosnan



Cue the sighing again. I have been a fan of Mr. Brosnan's since his Remington Steele days. The man is simply stunning, incredibly virile, gifted with a voice that makes my knees slightly rubbery, and a fine actor. His tenure as Bond was a gift for all womankind.  Oh to be Halle Berry in Die Another Day!

3-Roger Moore




While Mr. Brosnan may be a very close second to Connery for many reasons, Mr. Moore is a sound third on my list. For me, the reasons for loving Moore as Bond aren`t as tangled up in lust as they are for Connery and Brosnan. While Moore is a handsome man, it`s more his style and his flair at delivering sharp one-liners that wins him the third place placard for me.


Do you agree with my picks or not? Who would you choose for your top 3 Bonds? Share your thoughts in the comment section below while I prepare some drinks.
Shaken, not stirred, of course.

Throwback Thursday Tunes

Time to mellow out a bit and get persuaded. Enjoy the groove, my friends. Peace out.

Two Man Advantage Release Day!

I love hockey and I love romance.

I am so proud and so humbled to be able to write hockey romances for fans of both straight and gay genres! It is thrilling to have three M/M hockey novellas completed and contracted for your enjoyment coming soon. And for my fans of M/F hockey romance, we have nine new Venom books in the works.

 Two Man Advantageis the first of three gay hockey novellas from Ellora`s Cave. Let me warn you now--Victor Kalinski is not your typical romance novel hero. Oh no, he is far from it.




Most of you will probably hate Vic in the beginning of the book. That's okay. I wrote him to be disliked. Vic is patterned after a real hockey player and was penned to be rude, annoying, crass, and a first-class jerk. I suspect readers will not be fawning over Victor in the beginning of the tale. Vic pulls no punches just as the books blurb states. He says what he thinks and lets the chips fall where they may, sometimes paying dearly for his abrasive attitude and sharp tongue. It takes a special kind of man to love a person that everyone else hates. Luckily for Mr. Kalinski, he finds that man in Dan Arou.
Blurb:
Victor Kalinski, all-star forward for the Boston Barracudas, is one of the biggest jerks in professional hockey. Before long his aggressive attitude gets him shipped off to play in the minor leagues.
Furious, he takes to the ice with equal amounts of skill and scathing sarcasm, which doesn’t win him any friends—except for good-natured alternate captain Daniel Arou. He won’t take any of Vic’s crap, and he won’t take no for an answer.
But Vic’s troublemaking is pulling his career one way while Dan’s talent is pushing his in the other. However much they scorch the sheets, they might soon be separated by more than Vic’s fear of being hurt.
Inside Scoop:  This book contains scorching gay sex and a heaping helping of no-holds-barred snark between hot hockey heroes who don’t pull their punches.
A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

You can find your copy of Two Man Advantage here:
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 There` s a free copy of Two Man Advantage being given away, so drop by all the wonderful blogs participating in the Pride Promotions Book Blitz for Vic and Dan`s novella:


Thank you all for your support. It is deeply appreciated.
Skate hard and love deeply,
V.L.

Tuesday Tales - Nail

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.


 Today we have the next chapter for Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Nail". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!


“Rhett, please, just stop being so nasty about this,” I said, chugging through Clairton on Friday afternoon. We passed closed stores and restaurants, many boarded up years ago. “It`s not like you`ll be at G-G Helen`s for months. It`ll just be a couple hours and then Jonah and I will pick you up when we`re done dinner.”
“I hate Grandma`s house. It stinks!” he pouted, arms tightly folded over his chest. His bottom lip dangled down so far it was tickling his chin. “I want to go with you and Jonah!”
I inhaled through my nose as we crept up to a red light. “Rhett,” I said with all the patience I could muster. He had been miserable since I picked him up at school with his bag packed. For the life of me, I could not understand why he was throwing himself as he was. It`s not like I hadn`t told him days ago of our plans. He was fine with the few hours we had laid out for dinner. The whole weekend had been slated for family fun. What the hellmore did the child want? “You`re not coming with us,” I said yet again, my fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel. “Jonah and I would like a few hours alone.”
I pulled up to the curb in front of my grandmother`s narrow box of a house. There were no driveways. You parked along State Street and prayed your car didn`t get rear-ended by the steady stream of tractor trailers. I barely had the Toyota in park before my son was out, closing the door in my stunned face and stalking up the skinny walk to his great-grandmother`s house. I counted to one hundred and sixteen before I went inside. The ambiance was as you would expect. My grandmother was sitting in her chair, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide behind her bifocals.
“What`s the matter with him?” she asked. A door slammed upstairs. The house smelled of fried foods and mothballs. I turned sideways to squeeze around the coffee table and sit on the sofa.
“He`s upset about me taking a few hours of time away from him and Jonah,” I hypothesized. I really had no clue what was eating the boy. I looked up the narrow stairwell. Maybe someone had bullied him today. He was just the kind of tiny, gangly boy that bullies were attracted to.
“He`ll get over it or he won`t,” she sagely said, her chair gently pushing her to her slippered feet. “You used to be the same way. Do you think he wants some skinny potatoes?”
I rolled my eyes. Yes, that was the Zajac way. Have a problem? Eat. Have a cold? Eat. Have a boil on your ass? Eat! Eat! And put some sour cream on that.
God, skinny potatoes sounded good. I could almost hear the thin slices of potato hitting the hot grease. I shook my head to dispel the erotic carbohydrate addiction. I stood up. I had about an hour to get back home and get ready for the arrival of an erotic Seneca addiction.
“I`m sure he would love some.” I walked to the kitchen. She was already digging potatoes out of the bin in her fridge. “I have to go. We`ll be here no later than ten.”
“Ten? That`s pretty late,” she muttered, inspecting a spud the exact same color as her hair.
“I don`t turn into a pumpkin until midnight, remember?” I smiled. She glanced over the top of her glasses at me. “Thanks for watching him. I don`t want Rhick and Jonah anywhere near each other if I can avoid it. ”
“Rhick needs to be run over by a trash truck.”
Ah, there`s that sweet, feminine Zajac love. Don`t it just warm your cockles?
“Yeah, he does,” I agreed.
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I was doing the pantyhose dance when someone pounded on my door.
“Just a minute!” I shouted my knees tight against each other and my toes pointing inward. I was late. I knew stopping at the drug store for nail polish would do this. I bounced around my bedroom, tugging and wriggling until the damned nude things got over my hips. I stood beside my dresser panting like a plow horse that had just finished cultivating the bottom forty. I grabbed a robe and ran to the door. Blowing out a breath while patting down my hair, I willed myself to appear unruffled. The door creaked open. I got very ruffled and all it took was his smile.
“Nice robe,” he said. I grinned then realized I had put my ratty robe on instead of my good robe.
“Pickled beet stains are all the rage in Paris this year,” I covered with, waving him in out from the cold. My heater kicked on. He stepped inside. I closed the door and turned around, wondering if I could somehow erase the image of this robe from his mind. He dropped his duffel bag, shook his long wool coat off his arms then turned to face me. My eyes couldn`t get enough of him.
 And I thought he looked good in jeans and flannel . . . 

I love a man in a suit, and this one fit him to sheer perfection. The dark grey, two-button made his ebony hair and eyes seem that much darker. A black shirt with a red tie looked incredible with the smoky Mohair. The cut was classic and emphasized his broad shoulders and lean waist. My lips got dry from the gas heat.
“Damn,” rolled out of my mouth. One side of his mouth ticked upward. He took a step toward me then stopped.
“You better go get dressed,” he said, “I remember what happens when I get your back against that door.”
“We have reservations,” I muttered.
“I figured we would,” he said, reaching up to gather his long hair into a ponytail.
“One kiss wouldn`t make us late,” I whispered, my fingers itching to get inside his suit. “Leave it down.”
“Yeah, it would,” he said dropping his hair per my wishes, “Because when I get you in my arms, it won`t be just one kiss.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” He winked. It was a real internal battle but I skirted around him then tripped into my bedroom, closing the door on him. Once the latch clicked, I blew out a long steadying breath.
I glanced at the two dresses lying over the bedspread. One was a short-sleeved red that was very nice and had been to a few dinner parties when Rhick and I were still married. The other was a secret purchase made on my ‘Extreme Emergency-Only Visa’ two days ago. It was an irresistible turquoise shift under a matching flouncy outer sheering and came to the top of my knees. It was sleeveless and gathered behind the neck. I had seen it in Betty`s Boutique across from the book store and had to have it. I could have paid my rent next month with what I spent on the racy little thing, and that was with a twenty percent discount from Betty.
I thought of Jonah in that suit and my saliva-filled reaction to him. If we were only getting these few hours, I might as well do my best to make the man remember me when he was all alone in that damned lodge of his. Maybe he`d come around more often if he saw me dressed to impress.
Fifteen minutes later, I floated out of my bedroom. Jonah had seated himself on the sofa, a magazine about independent presses and authors in his hands. I stopped when his dark eyes lifted from the article he was perusing. I knew I had chosen wisely when the periodical slid from his long fingers to the couch unheeded.
“You look sexy as hell,” the man said, his eyes caressing every inch of exposed flesh.
“Thank you kindly, Mister Big Deer,” I replied, lifting out the sides of my dress to drop into a curtsy.
Oh yes, this dress was worth every lunch I would skip for the next month.



Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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Monday Author/Book Spotlight: Davee Jones

How long have you been writing and who influenced you?
I've been writing stories, plays, songs, you name it since I was in Kindergarten. In 6th grade, a teacher assigned myself and a fellow student to write lyrics for a musical play. We completely wrote the lyrics for a 4-H play and our group won 1st place. I still remember some of it..."I'm dreaming of a thick T-bone..." to the tune of White Christmas. We presented a play on dental hygiene, was a hoot. I wrote poetry, journaled, and couldn't say enough to remove myself from reality. My influence was the unhappiness around me growing up. I suppose I didn't learn to enjoy life until my mid-30's. I began writing romance because I seemed doomed to only find it in my mind.
Where is your favorite place to write? 
I have a laptop I take almost everywhere. I love to write in front of a huge picture window with the snow falling. Recently, we converted our front room to a library/office. I have bird feeders, birdhouses, you name it out in front of me in the yard. I love to watch them dart and fly freely while I remove the restrictive bands of reality and allow my imagination to bloom onto the pages.

Is writing your full time occupation?
No and I wish it could be. However, I'm a civil servant to pay the bills. I write in any moments I can eek out peace and quiet. I have intense dreams and nightmares that make up my suspense genre lines, I always look for a muse or plot line ready to hatch.
From the novels you have written who is you favorite character? 
My favorite character is Marty McDonald. he deserves a break

Any WIP you can share with us? 
Yes, I have about twenty swirling in my brain- I keep a notebook with my ideas and titles. Currently, book four of the Fantasy Leagues, Steal My Heart, is going well. I start with a banging sex scene- maybe that'll wake up the reader. lol I'm also writing a book for my publisher as part of a ten book series, my contribution is entitled Heart Nectar.

As my alter ego, I have book four of my Critter Gettter series underway.
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Davee Jones –What is the first book that you published? My first book published was, ironically, not the first book I wrote. On Ellicott Street – a feisty, loving, cougar romance novella- holds the honor of being my first published book. Finless, released second, was the result of years of blood, sweat, and tears. It’s a dark dance balancing between love, desire, and anger. I have 12 total releases so far between my adult moniker and my YA moniker, Allee Mae.
My ideal reader allows me to take them to the edge of sanity, push limits, and support a sometimes simple protagonist just trying to get by in life. I have the same type characters in my explicit writing as well as my sweet or YA books-they just don’t use the “F” word or engage in overt sexuality. It doesn’t always take erotic descriptors of body parts/functions to get a point across. But, I will bring out the sexy when a mature story requires it. (wink)
My newest series takes a twist on fantasy football and dating clubs. Split the Uprights is book one of the Fantasy League series. Books two and three are also available- A Game of Inches and Personal Fouls
Blurb:
What happens when you mix men and women in a fantasy football league? Lots of sexy competition and instant rivalries. Owner of Fantasy Leagues, Lola Fontaine, maintains two identities, one as loving matchmaker and the other as ball busting Dominatrix. In the LockHim Room, her muscle toned guys never know what to expect. With reclusive statistician, Eugene Carlton, they believe they have the perfect formula for romance. All their success takes a place on the Wall of Flame. But, do they really know anything about true love connections? She takes awkward Danika Parker under her wing and teaches her everything she doesn't know about love. However, in the process, they establish risky boundaries, pushing the envelope normally established for just friends. Danika takes an interest in fellow participant, Finn Maxwell, the man still searching for a plan. Unfortunately for Lola, time is running out on secrets from her past. Living on borrowed time will catch up with her in a way she least expected. She will hurt the ones she loves, no matter how she tries. But, will they ever forgive? Will Lola get more than she counted on? Learn about grilled lemonade, love jam, fantasy football, and safe words all wrapped into the fun of Split the Uprights.
Quote From Book:
“I realize you live in a world of certain parameters, so to speak. It’s like always eating cake without frosting. One day you try frosting and cake eating arrives to a whole new level of fabulous. Maybe you should add some icing, Eugene.” – Lola Fontaine
I have adult content available as: Davee Jones began a career in the counseling field with her M.Ed. She then diversified and began work for the federal government.


Find me on Goodreadsand my book titles are available in the following locations:
Amazon Author Page, Barnes and Noble Author Page , SmashwordsSecret Cravings Publishing All Romance eBooks Davee Jones
Author Bio: For my sweet side as Allee Mae - with my 13 y/o daughter, we combine to create fictional worlds with something for everyone. Whether exploring urban legends, the eerie paranormal, first loves, sweet romance, scary dreams, we take you away from the everyday. Sweet Cravings Allee Mae  alleemaeauthor@aol.com @alleemaeauthor

Bad Pirate, Good Pirate

There are good pirates and there are bad pirates. Good pirates are handsome actors who will swashbuckle and toss witty one-liners while romancing you off your feet. Such as Captain Jack Sparrow-


*Le Sigh*
I adore those kinds of pirates!
Sadly, there are bad pirates out there. Over the past year or so, I have had more than one run-in with the bilge rats. I suppose I should be flattered that a pirate site feels my stolen books would grab them some sales, but fans and friends, I just can`t seem to feel thrilled about the inclusion. What I feel is mad and violated.
Now don`t get me wrong, I know times are hard. I really do. I understand that folks think that authors are rolling in the bucks so downloading a stolen book won`t be noticed. That is far from the truth. Let me clear up the wealthy writer idea. Unless you`re Stephen King, Nora Roberts, or James Patterson you`re not getting rich from writing. Most of us barely cover the cost of having self-published books printed. Trust me; we are not tossing cash around with wild abandon. We write because we love the craft. If we can get a small monthly royalty check then that`s a plus, but the majority of writers I know would continue to write even if they never saw a penny. Just like a painter must paint or a musician must play a writer must write. It is part of us.
Just because times are hard that doesn`t mean I go to my local indie bookstore to steal books I want but can`t afford. And that is what pirating books is my friends. It is stealing. When you download that stolen book, song, or movie it is the same thing as reaching across the counter to take the money out of someone`s cash register. These pirate sites are stealing what may take some author`s years to write, and they are selling our work to line their pockets. Unless you purchase your favorite authors  work through their publisher or a well-known carrier of digital books -Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, All Romance eBooks etc. - that author is not going to see one penny.


There are legislate ways for you to find free books. One of the easiest ways is to follow an author on Facebook, Twitter, their blog, or any social media site. Authors are always giving away free digital, and sometimes print copies, of their books. I personally give away about 10 free digital books a month. I'm mailing off a print book this week to a contest winner. On average I attend at least 5-10 Facebook parties a month, and I always give away at least one book per party/event. Just a few days ago I gave away a $20 Amazon gift card that the winner could use to purchase my, or any other  authors books, that they want. Follow me, attend my events, and you too may win some free reads!
There is also the practice of buying books, reading them, and then returning them to get a refund. Yes, this also stealing. I won`t get into the change in policy that Amazon needs to make regarding this policy in great detail here but I will say changes need to be made. Amazon does not allow returns on music once it is purchased, so why on digital books? People on Amazon are abusing the system and are bragging about it. Personally I have never returned a book for any reason. If I find that I don`t care for the book, I simply don`t finish it and move on. The thought of returning it has never crossed my mind. There is just no reason to steal books. No excuse is really a viable one. 
So please, if you come across a dubious site that carries a certain author`s book for a price that is too good to be true, don`t buy a book there. If you`re not sure about the site or where to find our work, contact the author or the publisher. We will be more than happy to direct you to a legal site where you can purchase your e-book.
Thank you for listening to a chicken-herding erotic romance writer spouting off, and thank you all for your support.

V.L. 

Two Man Advantage Pinterest Board

For those who don`t know it, I am a Pinterest addict. I literally have to set a mental time limit when I visit the place or I'm lost amid pins for hours. I love making story boards for my books, and each new book gets it own board! Today I'm sharing the link to Vic and Dans`s board. I hope you enjoy taking a peek at the various sites and character inspirations for Two Man Advantage. Don`t forget that release day is this Wednesday, April 15th! I promise grabbing a copy of this sexy and gritty gay hockey romance won`t be taxing at all. *wink*







Enjoy the board!

Two Man Advantage Pinterest Board