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Wednesday Wisdom with Ditter and Dawn Montgomery

Today I'm so excited to welcome my good friend Dawn Montgomery and her writing partner and my new friend Ditter tha'great!  Squee!  Dawn and I go way back and for some reason this is her first visit to my blog. I'm not sure how that happened...but she's here now!  Here is a fun interview with both these wonderful writers...take it away ladies!

Tell us about your new release
Dawn: Well FoxFire is our first release together. Murder, mystery, lust and a certain book that causes some serious envy in our readers.

Ditter: FoxFire is my first release.

Where did you come up with the idea for this book?


Dawn: I was reading my book on mythology around the world and realized most creatures had a source of their power, a way to bind them to a human’s will. Then I saw the words Kitsune (fox spirit in Asian lore), sexual appetite, seduction, and a pearl in one passage. Shad, was born.

Ditter: I love murder mysteries. Dawn mentioned shifters and illusions, and we just ran with it.

Why did you decide to write the book together? Is it the first time or are you experienced * wink * ?

Dawn: Ditter should take this one, I think.

Ditter: *takes a sip of coffee* We had just finished writing Haunting Melody together, and wanted to try something a little longer. So I handcuffed Dawn to a chair and made her do it. But for the record, there was no violence involved. It was completely consensual. *grin*

Dawn: *laughs*

You guys are a hoot! Writing together must be so much fun! What’s the best part of writing with a partner?


Dawn: You’re not alone in the world you’ve created. I know a lot of writers enjoy that sense of isolation, but it’s comforting to know that Ditter’s there to keep the story on track (I get “shinied” a little too easily).

Ditter: We bring out the best in one another. Our writing is so strong together.

Dawn: All of my weaknesses are countered by her strengths.

The worst part?

Dawn: Having to wait. We both have very active lives, yet our writing is done by phone. One person paces while the other writes and v/v. It’s awesome, but if I can’t sleep and start working on a scene I have to keep myself from calling her at 2am!

Ditter: She’s so far away from me. Do you know how frustrating it is to be annoyed with a person and not wrap your hands around their throat or high five them when you both have kicked out an awesome scene?

Dawn: *laughs* It would be so easier to write in the same room, I think.

Maybe you can skype while you both write on your laptops?

How did you research for your story? Was it fun?

Dawn: Hmm. I think I went nuts on Japanese Anime there for a bit. Shad’s personality is all his own, but the illusions he spun were definitely inspired by that. And the masque ball from Labyrinth. Don’t you think Ditter? We talked about that scene forever. :D

Ditter: That was such an awesome scene. We also lusted after Dracula in the Van Helsing Jackman movie. That beautiful masque too. Damn that man was sexy.

Labyrinth and Hugh Jackman...two of my favourite things!

Is this part of a series? Any plans for other stories based on these characters?

Dawn: Definitely part of a series.

Ditter: *nods* The Dark Talisman series. Shad gets his happily ever after, but there are a lot of others who are still trapped.

Dawn: Shift the Night will be the next one.

Ditter: Jake. *happy shiver* He’s freakin’ sexy. I can’t wait for book three…Raven Wing. I can’t say more than that without spoiling a bit of FoxFire. As a matter of fact, I’m gathering information on it right now.

What was the hardest part about writing this book?

Dawn: It wasn’t the first book we wrote together, but it was challenging because of our writing habits. Getting our schedules to coincide…that was tough.

Ditter: Not being able to fist bump with Dawn when I have a brilliant idea or write a kickass scene.

What was the easiest part?

Dawn: Working with Ditter.

Ditter: We’re on the same level. She’s the yin to my yang baby.

Favorite Scene?

Dawn: *wicked grin* It would have to be Shad’s seduction during the masque. Yum. Of course, I loved the moment Alaya realized the murder mystery wasn’t really a game.

Ditter: My absolute favorite part was the book scene upstairs. Oh man. It happens within the first 500 words, and it definitely leaves a lasting impression. *fans self* I think I flung my kindle across the room when it wouldn’t conform.

Where can readers find out more about your new release?

Ditter: The book is exclusive to Amazon. Prime members in the states can borrow it for free, as well.

Dawn: We decided on Amazon’s Prime option because Prime was such an amazing program while I was deployed. It offers free shipping anywhere in the states, and since it included APO (US Military addresses) my family could send me stuff without additional costs.

Buy link: http://tiny.cc/zjriqw

What are you working on now?

Dawn: Wow. *ticks off titles with her fingers* Noel’s Gift is in final edits. I love me some vampires. Thunder and Roses had a full request. It’s like Bad Company meets Hannibal. An extremely intense romantic paranormal thriller. *looks at Ditter*

Ditter: Don’t forget about Haunting Melody’s expansion. It’s such a gorgeous love story involving a ghost. Of course there’s a twist or two in there that keeps you on your toes.

Dawn: Right. We received a request to expand the story length from a fantastic editor. We’re working on that one as we speak, actually.

Ditter: The Guardians. It’s our five book paranormal romance series. Guardians beneath the ground whose only purpose is to protect our world. They’re forbidden from interacting with the human race, but, of course, there are those who refuse to conform. *mischievous grin*

Dawn: I think no matter what we’re working on, the best part of writing with Ditter is the twists and turns our plots and characters travel through.

Ditter: Definitely. Nothing makes us happier than a reader’s surprised “I didn’t see that coming.”

And now for the very very personal questions-

Favourite toy?

Dawn: It’s a tie between my kindle and the PS3. Not only do I get some awesome roleplaying games, but I get access to all the streaming video sites like Crunchyroll and Netflix. My kindle has made my life so much easier. I love curling up and selecting a book without having to track down which shelf I’d put it on (or box I’d dropped it in).

What? No naughty toys?

Ditter: B.O.B. I named mine Spike.

Dawn: *laughs*

*Snorts*

Ditter: No, seriously, my kindle. Dawn sends her writing bits to my kindle and I can go stretch out on the couch and read. There’s also something liberating about having my entire library at my fingertips.

Favourite food?

Dawn: French Fries.

Ditter: Sushi.

Yum. I love sushi too! French fries too - but they don't love me back!

Favourite position?

Dawn: I’ve yet to try a position I didn’t like. It’s more about pressure and rhythm than just position for me.

Ditter: On the top looking down. Cuz I’m dominant like that.

Hahaha!

If you could have anyone, famous or not - who do you want to get hot and heavy with in a ménage?


Dawn: Hugh Jackman and Colin Farrell. Together. Hell, I’d settle for one. Or the other. And any combination therein.

*Sigh* ...I'd be in that!

Ditter: Ian Somerhalder and Vin Diesel. *fist bump*

Dawn: Damn. Total envy on Ditter’s choices. Ian is mine next, doll. After a shower, of course. I like ‘em clean so I can get ‘em dirty. *fist bump*

If you’d like to hang out with us, Ditter hosts two fabulous book groups on Facebook. We’re constantly in there.
One is private: http://www.facebook.com/groups/accordingtoditter/
The other is public: http://www.facebook.com/groups/298148543640176/
We have an author page as well: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Romance-Authors-Ditter-and-Dawn-Montgomery/407899959280722
Here’s our website: http://www.ditterndawn.com

I definitely recommend you read Ditter’s Neighbourhood Chronicles on her blog: http://accordingtoditter.blogspot.com/p/the-neighbor-chronicles-by-ditter-great.html

Ditter keeps everyone updated on her Twitter account: http://www.twitter.com/ditterthegreat1

Dawn's personal links are: www.dawnmontgomery.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dawn.montgomery.author
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Dawn_Montgomery

Thank you so much for having us today, Maggie! *hugs*

No thank you both for being so generous with your time and so much fun!

Give them a round of applause folks!

Wednesday Wisdom with Belinda McBride

I'm so excited to welcome my friend Belinda McBride as my first guest for 2013! I've thrown out the interview challenge, and she's accepted it with gusto! Here we go...

How long have you been writing? Tell us a little about your writing journey.

My writing journey is waaay long, so I’ll try to abbreviate it. LOL! I grew up wanting to tell stories and spent a good part of my life submerged in my daydreams but not writing. I started writing plays and poetry when I was in college but was in a severe accident and came out of it with a minor head injury. I had to learn to read and write again and lost all desire to write creatively. In 2006 I picked up a Christine Feehan book and fell in love with paranormal romance. I started writing again, found I had a knack for erotic romance and from there, I didn’t look back. I wound up quitting my day job to care for a disabled niece and that gave me the time to write. :-) I signed my first contracts in 2008.

Oh wow! That is an amazing story! I can't imagine how tough that would have been. Go you!

Your books cross a few sub genres….LGBT, BDSM, Paranormal, Fantasy …which is pretty awesome, I must say – so how did you get started in this, and have you found it an advantage or a hindrance in reaching your audience?

I think writing in multiple genres does limit an author at the beginning, but eventually I developed a core readership who likes my writing and trust that I’ll give them a good story regardless of the genre or gender of the leads. I got started writing multi-genre simply because I refuse to shut down any facet of my imagination. If a story starts rattling around in my head, I write it.

You write M/M stories. How do you research for your stories? Is it difficult getting into the psyche of males?

Any person writing a book has to have the ability to get into the psyche of the opposite sex. When I write a M/F story, I have to get into the psyche of the hero just as much as I do the heroine, so in a M/M romance, that’s just an extension of what a het writer is already doing.

I believe strongly that research into human behavior should be boots on the ground. I watch people, I talk to people…I listen. I’m really cautious of sweeping generalizations and labels. Not all gay men act the same. Not all BDSM lifestylers hang out in clubs. I rarely watch porn for research because that’s as far from genuine as life and romance can possibly get. For lack of a better term, I channel characters, whether it’s a tough female cop or a gay alpha werewolf. A writer has to have empathy for that which they cannot experience personally. Some of the most miraculous heroines in literature were written by men.

Yep, I get that! I don't seem to have too much of a problem getting into the males' heads, but sometimes my female characters confound me - it's tough to make sure they don't all sound like me!

Tell us about your latest release

My latest is Arcada 2: Silver/Steel. It’s the sequel to the very successful novel Blacque/Bleu. This book is about Lukas Blacque’s younger brother Travis, who is a very low ranked wolf in the pack. He struggles daily with living in the shadow of his father and brother who are both alpha wolves. His love interest is Dylan, a fae who was enslaved and has spent hundreds of years forced to be an assassin. Falling in love is the worst possible thing that could happen to these two, yet it hones them into the men they were meant to be.

Where did you come up with the idea for this book?

Travis had a very minor role in Blacque/Bleu. He was a very negative character and when I started thinking about another Arcada book, Travis came to mind. I spent a lot of time imagining what would turn a promising young man into such an asshole. And you know, it always seems to come back to family. LOL! He lives in a constant state of stress and fear, but at the core, he’s an amazing hero. In many ways he’s stronger than Dylan, who’s much older and more experienced. For the right reasons, Travis will face his greatest fears. To me, that demonstrates true courage.

Is this part of a series? Any plans for other stories based on these characters?

This is part of the Arcada series. I started this series with a couple short stories: Chrysalis and Mad at the Moon. (both will be revised and re-released soon) Blacque/Bleu was the first full length book in the series. Arcada is a magic town that is a sanctuary for paranormal beings and gifted humans. It’s very charming and like any classic American small town, but the town itself is sentient and has figurative claws.

What was the hardest part about writing this book?

Just getting it written! My computer crashed and I did a lot of re-writing on my backup computer. No sooner had I caught up then my back-up computer failed and as it melted down, my online backup saved the corrupted file. So I re-wrote it again. Once I stopped crying, I decided it was my opportunity to write it even better. :-)

Aside from that, following a successful book is always hard. Lukas and Oliver are very, very popular and it was tough to try and capture that spark again. I tried to make this book part of the whole, but completely unique with equally special heroes.

I remember that happening...and I don't know if I could have handled it as well as you did. It took a lot to get it all written again, and in such a short time!

What was the easiest part?

Finding the emotional core of the men. Once I knew what made them tick, the characters just blossomed. Dylan starts off cold and Travis starts off as a spoiled asshole. But that’s just the beginning of their journey.

Favorite Scene?

I love the moment that Dylan and Travis first meet. Dylan is so hard and cynical. He scopes out this slutty young man he sees in the bar, but the moment they make eye contact, he falls hard. I loved that moment.

Oh I love that first moment of eye contact too. It reminds me of when I met my husband :-) *sigh*

Where can readers find out more about you?

I’m most active on Facebook these days. I had to pare down my social networking because of my limited time, but I pop in and out there all the time. I try to blog weekly and readers can also subscribe to my monthly newsletter at my website.

What are you working on now?

I’m juggling two projects. One if called Toxic, which is a re-issue of the first Truckee Wolves book. It’s M/F BDSM and related to the novellas I did for the Doms of Dark Haven anthologies. Toxic will release at Loose Id. The other project is a trilogy of books called The Aphrodite Project. It’s a M/M fantasy series about minor Greek gods who work as bounty hunters in the modern world. I get to play with classical myth and do some fun gender-bendy stuff.

I can't wait for the rewrite of Toxic! I loved the Doms of Dark Haven anthologies :-)

And now for the very very personal questions...

Favourite toy?

If I say his name, he might be embarrassed. ;)

Favourite food?

Depends on my mood, but generally its pizza or something chocolate.

Favourite position?

Up against the wall.

Yes!

Favourite research item (tool, scene, whatever…) that you actually tried yourself? (okay, you don’t have to answer this one if you don’t want to LOL)

Well, I’ve never done it in a tree, nor while dropping out of the sky…or in an anti-gravity chamber… In Bad Angels: Burn (which is temporarily out of print) one of the heroes and their heroine have sex on the balcony of a hotel in San Francisco Chinatown. I’ve stayed in that hotel a couple times and based that scene on something I saw on that balcony. Later I went out and scoped it out, checking for foliage underneath for her clothing to fall into.

Like I said, boots on the ground…

You saw a couple having sex on a balcony? That would definitely be inspiring!

If you could have anyone, famous or not - who do you want to get hot and heavy with in a ménage?

I have some very creative fantasies about Viggo Mortensen, and I get the feeling Alex Skarsgaard would fit into those fantasies just fine and dandy…they almost look like a matched pair.

Good choice!

Thanks so much for being my guest today Belinda!
So here's some more about Belinda's new release...love that cover! Of course, I am a cover whore :-)

Book Blurb:

When dream hunter Dylan Ryve spots a beautiful shapeshifter raising hell in a bar, he knows he wants the wild young man. But Travis Feris is more to Dylan than a few hot minutes outside in the snow; he's the assassin's ticket into the magical town of Arcada. He didn't plan to rescue the kid, but when he found the shifter being attacked, the opportunity to play hero was too good to pass up.

Through the solitude of a long winter night, Dylan walks in Travis's fevered dreams, learning about Arcada and the pack, and showing the shifter the man he'd been so very long ago. When morning comes, both men know their lives will be forever entwined.

From Dylan, Travis learns that he is a strong, valued member of the pack. The dreamwalker sees his own worth reflected back at him in the dark blue eyes of the wolf. Yet when Dylan has the chance to free himself from centuries of enslavement, can he betray the man he has come to love?

BUY this book from Loose Id

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Belinda McBride lives in far Northern California, in a valley bordered by the Trinity Alps, the Siskiyou Mountains and Mt. Lassen. She’s a full-time caregiver for her autistic niece and elderly mother. She also shares her home with a pack of perpetually shedding Siberian Huskies who form the basis of her wolf pack stories.

Belinda’s books have received numerous awards, including the EPIC, the Passionate Plume and several placements in the Rainbow Book Awards. She primarily writes erotic speculative fiction in multiple sub-genres including LGBTQ and BDSM.

Her hobbies include travel, gemology, crafting and Chinese martial arts. She graduated from the notorious party university Chico State without ever getting drunk, arrested or ending up in a “Girls Gone Wild” video. She holds degrees in history and cultural anthropology.

You can find Belinda at:

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Helping Vampires to Save the World!

From “The New Normal” by Jay Lygon
I went to the doorway, but of course could not enter. That lanky shadow could only be Zoran.
“Is that really you, Dusan? You’re alive?” Clearly, he doubted.
“I’m not exactly dead.” Truth might have been be the first causality of war, but sometimes it refused to go gently into that good night—until some politician staked it through the heart. Like me, my version of the truth had one foot in the grave.
“You’ll be shot if you stand out in the open. It’s too dark to see the sniper warning, but this street is dangerous. Come inside, please.”
Zoran was still a foolish boy. Didn’t he think about where he was standing? After all, he was the one who studied folktales and myths at university. Back then I hadn’t understood how important that knowledge could be in the modern world, but since things had changed, I could have told him how the doorframe—splintered as it was—protected him from things far worse than snipers. The threshold was a place of powerful magic that divided the realm of the supernatural from the human. Two years ago, such an idea would have seemed laughably medieval, but conditions in Sarajevo had spun back to that point in time. Electricity and peace were the new fairytales.
The threshold was also the symbol of the body, inviolate. The old sicknesses could still kill you, as there were no hospitals or doctors left to speak of, but there were new diseases out there that were worse. Invite anyone to come inside at your peril. And yet, he pleaded with me.
Inside the foyer, Zoran immediately grasped me in the embrace I’d long dreamed of, but with a different sort of passion. I closed my eyes and wished the desperation was lust, not fear. With stiff arms, I hugged him back and murmured words of comfort. Yes, it’s me. No, I’m not a ghost. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. Yes, I missed you.
He pulled back to shake my hand and kiss my cheeks three times. His face wasn’t exactly as I’d remembered it. It was more gaunt than before, and his brown eyes had lost some of their puppy dog openness. He tried to glance away from my stare, but couldn’t. He shouldn’t have looked into my eyes. I could have held him there forever. I could have compelled him to do things with his mouth that he’d only done in my fantasies.
That was an old hunger. It gnawed at me when I’d had my fill of blood and the rest of the night stretched before me. Regret was a terrible thing when it seemed it could haunt me for all eternity. Sentiment, or more likely pride, stopped me from commanding him to his knees, but I still took a kiss. Like the old days, he laughed and pulled away, but he didn’t push. Instead, he grasped my arm. A ropey blue vein crossed the back of his hand to his knuckle. It twitched with his pulse. Before my hungers overwhelmed me, I had to look away.
The foyer walls met at odd angles. Some artillery blast, maybe the one that destroyed my apartment, had knocked his building sideways. It made me feel as if I were falling even though I knew I wasn’t.
“Come on upstairs. Everyone will be so glad to see you again.” Zoran bounded halfway up the staircase before stopping to look over his shoulder at me. It was if we were in a different time, before the siege began, when we’d staggered into this foyer late at night. He’d jog up the stairs, sure I was behind him, while I held back and wondered if I could stand to watch him turn into someone else for his family. Reluctantly, then and now, I followed.
 His butt flexed under his jeans, a mesmerizing sight as I followed it up the three flights to his family’s apartment. At the landing, he said, “You look hungry,” and I tried not to laugh. Did he have any idea what he was saying?
***So what are you waiting for? Go buy it - help a fantastic organisation, and get a free copy of the editors stories to boot!  Win/Win!

What's my next best thing?

Okay, the gorgeous Rebecca Bloomer tagged me in THE NEXT BEST THING, so here I go answering the ten burning questions that I'm positive you are all desperately waiting to hear!  Rebecca writes the most amazing YA Scifi and Fantasy stories. You should head on over and check them out!

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It's a huge pleasure for me to do this, especially since it's been a while since I had a book out.  I actually have a new book to talk about! Who would have thought?

So without further ado:

1) What is the working title of your next book?

It's called KINKY BET

2) Where did the idea come from for the book?

One of the great things about being a writer is that you can live vicariously through your characters. I guess a lot of what I'm curious about, I'm probably too chicken to actually do myself, so what better way to explore my fantasies than to write them into a story. The story started as a sort of TRUTH or DARE situation, but I took it one step further :-)

3) What genre does your book fall under?

It's contemporary BDSM :-) See, I told you it was about my fantasies!

4) What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

That's easy. My hero - Conal Brennan, is a sexy Irishman with chocolate brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. He's definitely Colin Farrell.  For my heroine Erica Neilsen - she's conservative on the surface, but underneath she's all fire. I think Scarlett Johannsen would be perfect.

5) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Who knew losing a bet could be so much fun?

6) Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

It's been contracted for publication next April with Total-e-bound Publishing :-)

7) How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

Too long!  I started it about a year ago, but then real life, moving to a new city and other stuff got in the way. When I got back in to it I wrote the bulk of it in about 3 weeks.

8) What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I'm not really comfortable comparing my story to others. There are so many fantastic authors who write BDSM, and one day I'd love to be considered along with their work.  I will say that the BDSM in this book is light, and includes a loving relationship, so if you read Cherise Sinclair, Qwillia Rain or Sierra Cartwright, then it's a similar level of kink.


9) Who or what inspired you to write this book?

No one in particular. I guess I have a dirty mind :-)


10) What else about the book might pique the reader's interest?

Here's my Reader Advisory...that might do it! 
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Bollywood Nightmare by Victoria Bliss

Today we have the pleasure of having a peak at the vivacious Victoria Blisse's newest release - Bollywood Nightmare!

Take it away Victoria!

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Bollywood Nightmare by Victoria Blisse
Blurb:
Book two in the Djinn’s Amulet Series
Sometimes what seems to be a nightmare can change into a dream come true.
Kiya is the daughter of Rahul Khan, the biggest Bollywood star of all time and she is a talented actress in her own right. Her abundant curves have taken Bollywood by storm and now Hollywood is knocking at her door.
Johnny is the Khan family Djinn. He is responsible for Rahul meeting his true love Laura. Well, that’s what he tells people anyway. His Masters latest wish is the safekeeping of his daughter Kiya on her American adventure. How he ends up powerless and alone he’s not quite sure and how he’s going to rescue the kidnapped Kiya without his Djinn magic is a mystery.
Luckily, Kiya has many talents She sets about seducing her captor, Aseem but it isn’t just her virginity he takes, it’s her heart.
Will Kiya and Aseem beat the odds, escape the badlands warehouse and have all the wild, kinky sexy they long for? Will Johnny be wished free, will he go to his soul mate in Djinnistan and will they all live happily ever after?
Reader Advisory: This book contains contains a scene of dubious consent, some hot spanking, sexy bondage and a sarcastic Djinn you are going to fall in love with.
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.
Excerpt:
I wasn’t generally one to be overly emotional but as much as I was looking forward to moving out and being free of my parents and that damn Djinn, I knew I would miss them. My parents that was, not Johnny. I would definitely not miss Johnny.
I told him so when he lifted my suitcase into the car the next morning.
“Feeling’s mutual, my dear,” he said with a smirk. “Being imprisoned is a pretty horrible thing but it’s even worse to be on babysitting duty twenty-four-seven. Good riddance to you.”
“You say the nicest things.” I beamed and blew him an insincere air kiss before hugging my parents and leaping into the back of the limo. I hadn’t known anything beyond Mumbai in my twenty years apart from the odd trip to Goa for a break. Mum might have had her origins in London but she had no ties to take her back there. I’d never been abroad on holiday, which was madness knowing how much money my father brought in, and I’d never really even explored India. Most Bollywood pictures used the sets in Mumbai and rarely went off to exotic locations.
Mumbai seemed exotic to those who didn’t live there. I supposed the same could be said for Las Vegas or Blackpool but when you lived there year round and you saw the grubbiness behind the twinkling bright lights you soon became fed up of even the most exciting locales. So, as the tall buildings, the glam cafés and bars rolled past, the beautiful people in shades and sparkling saris, the tourists with their cameras and their guide books, the bling and the brightness were all lost on me. I just ignored it all and dreamt of what lay ahead in the land of morning glory…well, the saying was something like that, I was sure.
Flying was not as exciting as I had thought it would be. It was kind of sickening at first actually, with the climbing and the ear popping and the growling engines. Okay, so  I was in first class and I had hot towels—for what purpose I had little clue—champagne and a very good-looking steward at my beck and call. He had an arse a girl could really appreciate and eyes that sparkled with mischief.
Once the discomfort of take-off  faded away I quickly became bored. The film was one I’d seen before, in fact my father starred in it, and I was finding it impossible to sleep. However, I got the nice, Indian steward to pass me down a light blanket and I enjoyed the way he draped it across my body and stroked the wrinkles straight, cupping my curves when he had no real need to do so. I smiled at him and he winked at me.
“Sweet dreams, Miss,” he whispered and then wandered away from me to deal with a business man three chairs in front. His arse really was well worth ogling. Mum had taught me many an English word that I loved to use but Dad hated hearing me use. Arse was one of them.
That steward did have a bloody good arse though. I imagined what it might be like naked, which then led to thoughts of touching it, clutching at it even as he lay between my thighs, thrusting into me with an equally pleasing  member .
Now, this made me sound like a randy young thing who just had nothing but sex on the brain but, well, it was kind of true. You had to remember I was really just discovering my sexuality and I decided the more practice the better really.
I did have a blanket covering me and there was no one sat beside me so really, it wasn’t that sluttish of me to reach my hand down under the blanket and beneath my skirt. No one could see me wiggle a finger between my sticky lips. I really was quite discreet.
 *****Click HERE to buy this fabulous book!***
Victoria’s Bio
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.  You can find her on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse, Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse. And visit her website http://victoriablisse.co.ukfor more info. 
****Thanks so much for being my guest today Victoria.  Folks, Victoria does the bestest promos ever. You should check out her Sunday Snogs, her Blissemas and Blissekiss promotions, and the Smutters! Great stuff!And please say hi and leave a comment!  We love to hear from readers!

Desiree Holt has it NAILED!

I have a special treat today...I've known Desiree for years now, but this is the first time I've had her as my guest and I couldn't be more thrilled!

She has a new release out with Ellora's Cave's TABOO line and you know what that means? More BDSM goodness! Yay!

Here's the blurb for NAILED:


Tyler McMann is a Dom looking for a sub in the bedroom who can match him fire for fire everywhere else. At the private fetish club Finesse, he spots a fiery redhead with a defiant stride and curves that don’t quit. Flame looks like the ultimate Domme, so Tyler’s shocked to discover she is a switch. Their session together is unexpectedly explosive for both of them. Tyler comes back night after night to play with Flame. Soon it becomes more than just club play but she’s afraid of fallout in her professional life. In her severe business clothes and uptight persona, no one knows about her secret weekend life and she wants to keep it that way. She also can’t risk another destructive relationship with a controlling man like the one who almost destroyed her before. If Tyler finds out who she really is, would he still offer his love and protection and a future together?
Excerpt:
“Busy tonight,” Tyler McMann observed, leaning against the bar in the lounge section of Finesse. “Is it always like this on the weekends?”Daks, the bartender, nodded. “Man, you think this is busy? This is nothing. A light turnout.”“Then I’m glad I usually come in during the week.”Daks cocked a brow at him. “Yeah, that’s right. So what are you doing here on the weekend?”Tyler shrugged. “I had a very tough couple of weeks out of state and then worked late every night this week catching up on local stuff. Doesn’t leave much room for playtime.” He noticed people taking their coffee or soft drinks and leaving sizable money on the bar. “Better tips than during the week, I see.”“You know it, even with low alcohol sales.”Finesse had an unbreakable rule that its members not drink anything alcoholic if they even thought they were going to play. The club prided itself on providing a safe environment for members and guests. People breaking that rule suddenly found themselves on the outside looking in.“I’ll be sure to take up a collection for you.”Everyone was aware that Daks, like all employees at Finesse, was very well paid. They were handpicked by the owner and were known for being attentive and discreet. The atmosphere they created was what drew the elite clientele.Tyler took a swallow of coffee from the engraved mug Finesse used for its coffee service and looked around at the crowd. He’d been a member of Finesse for a long time now, ever since an old college friend had introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Neither of his brothers were aware of this, which was one reason why he seldom brought the women he dated to any gatherings.But he was getting older and changing partners was beginning to wear on him. He wanted someone who not only blended with him in the bedroom but in the other parts of his life. His family didn’t need to know the kind of sex he loved but he certainly needed a woman with a brain and a sense of humor who would be a match for his two sisters-in-law. Both Josh’s wife Vanessa and Alex’s wife Livy were corporate vice presidents. Tough models to live up to but he was sure there had to be at least one woman out there who was aggressive on the outside and submissive on the inside.The problem was, he hadn’t connected emotionally with any of the women he spent time with. He was beginning to wonder if he ever would.Finishing the coffee, he tapped his mug on the bar signaling Daks he needed a refill, again scanning the room. People were everywhere, in every available inch of space—on the furniture, even on the floor. Maybe they just put new meaning into the expression “thank god it’s Friday”. He knew after the stressful weeks working the Concordia multiuse development in Wyoming, he needed a break. McMann Development was doing it all, soup to nuts, and the project was a massive one. Tyler had been flying back and forth to supervise, sometimes spending weeks there. This week he happened to be in town and he’d headed immediately for Finesse.He let his gaze roam over the crowd, the jumble of conversations and sounds buzzing in his ears. All around him people were grouped in pairs and trios, in various stages of undress and activity. He knew that soon most of them would be moving to one of the private rooms. Maybe tonight would be his lucky night.Something flashed at the corner of his eyes, a bright color and he turned to get a better look. Coming down the hallway where the private rooms were located was a woman who quite literally took his breath away. He figured she was probably five foot six but the four-inch heels on her thigh-high black boots would bring her closer to Tyler’s six feet. She wore only a black bustier, laced in the front, her plump breasts resting on a built-in shelf. Her hair was an astounding shade of deep red and cascaded down her back in rich waves. Curls of the same color peeped out from the edge of the bustier, calling attention to her exposed pussy.Completing the image was a glittery black mask that covered the upper portion of her face. She looked and walked like the ultimate Domme. He was shocked to see the thin red collar around her neck. Finesse provided collars and cuffs for subs to wear showing they were available. This woman certainly didn’t look like any sub he’d ever been with.Every bit of saliva in Tyler’s mouth dried up as he stared at her. Where the hell had she been that he’d never noticed her before? At once he visualized her naked, spread-eagled before him as he rammed his cock into her.Easy, boy.“Hot, isn’t she?” Daks’s voce held a hint of amusement.“No shit. Who is she, anyway?”“That’s Flame. She even makes me drool. And I’ve seen ‘em in all kinds and all sizes.”“Is she really a sub? She sure walks like a Domme. And dresses like one.”Daks inclined his head in the woman’s direction. “She’s a switch. Top or bottom. Player’s choice.”“You’re kidding, right?”Daks shook his head. “Dead serious.“Hmm.” Tyler continued to watch the woman through narrowed eyes. “Might be interesting to hook up with her.Daks refilled Tyler’s mug yet again. “She has what you’d call a special situation. You want her, you see Marco.”Tyler curled his hands around the mug. He wanted to yank the bartender across the polished wood and smack the information out of him. And why did he have to talk to the dungeon master first?“Yeah? Special situation? Explain that.”“Okay, okay. Don’t get your shorts in a bunch.” He polished the bar with a soft towel as he spoke. “She’s always fully booked for every night she comes in.”“Booked? Then why is she wearing a collar that signals her availability?”“Because she’s so much in demand the owner lets her call her own shots. Even assigned a room just to her on her regular nights.”Now Tyler really was intrigued. Certain Doms paid for the privilege of always having the same room, but never a sub. Even if she was a switch. She had to be incredibly talented at both ends of the spectrum for that kind of privilege.“Another thing,” Daks continued. “Her sessions never last more than one hour and she never plays more than twice. She also has the option of cancelling her second scene if the first one wears her out too much.”

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You can get it now from the Jasmine Jade store : BUY LINK

WANT!  NOW!  Oh I love the sound of this one Desiree - you have another winner there :-)

So where can you find Desiree?

www.desireeholt.com
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Thanks so much for being my guest today Desiree!  I'm off to buy this...*fanning self*
So folks - what do you think? Who can't wait to read it?

Day 4: Blissemas - An AUSSIE Christmas!

It's DAY 4 of BLISSEMAS 2012
so here's some more Christmas cheer!

People in the northern hemisphere often find it hard to relate to Christmas in the great south land. Summer isn’t something you northerners identify with carols, eggnog, roast turkey and tinsel. Well, I’m here to tell you we love our Christmas here in Aussieland…and we remember that the first Christmas was actually in a hot arid country, so celebrating in the hot weather isn’t all that strange. Okay, so seeing poor Santa swelter in that heavy red suit and beard in the heat is a little weird I guess, but hey, we watch TV…we see how you guys do it! We don’t want to be left out….LOL…

To be honest the traditions here are changing. It has a lot to do with our climate, and a lot to do with our multicultural country. As a child I lived in a society where most people were of a European background. Hence we celebrated much like a family from England or from the USA…minus the snow of course. Now we are a more eclectic society. Our neighbours are from Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia, Indonesia, Hong Kong….plus we still have our Irish, English and European heritage. It’s quite a melting pot really.

So now we combine our traditions. We might have lobster and prawns, and then plum pudding. Some still have turkey and ham and all the trimmings. Some have a barbeque on the beach. Anything goes.

What doesn’t change is that it’s bl**dy hot! So I try to have something cooling but still Christmassy enough to be a special occasion.

Here is my recipe for Ice Cream Christmas Pudding. It’s absolutely delicious, if I say so myself:)

Ingredients
1 litre tub of chocolate ice cream
500g mixed dried fruit
100 g glace cherries (optional)
100g choc bits
25 mls brandy or rum
500g good quality choc buttons (dark or milk)
250g white chocolate buttons
sprig of holly to decorate

Method
Leave the chocolate ice cream out to soften until it is able to be stirred.
In another bowl, combine the fruit and cherries. Leave aside
Line a pudding bowl with clear plastic wrap.
Melt the chocolate buttons ( in a double boiler, or microwave)

Add a small amount of the brandy or rum to the chocolate and stir. It now becomes hard, in a play dough sort of texture.

Put the chocolate mixture into the prepared pudding bowl and mould it around the sides until you have completely lined the bowl with the chocolate. Place it in the freezer for a few minutes.
Mix the fruit and the choc bits into the ice cream and pour it into the pudding bowl over the chocolate lining. Bring the cling wrap back over the top and wrap.
Place the bowl in the freezer and let it refreeze. Preferably overnight, but at least 4 hours.

To serve, pull the pudding out of the bowl with the plastic wrap. Up end it onto a serving plate. Melt the white chocolate and pour it over the frozen pudding and it will harden. It looks like custard.
Decorate with a sprig of holly…and voila!

Christmas pudding Aussie style.

Now for the fun part!

You could win the Blissemas Kindle Fire! Simply leave a comment on this blog and all the others listed at blissemas.co.uk and for each comment you'll win an entry into the draw! Please note only one comment per person per blog will be counted. Please check out http://blissemas.co.uk for terms and conditions.

Who doesn't want a Kindle Fire?

Please include your email address in your comment!  Good luck!

And don't forget to check out my books while you're here :-)

Dec 1st - Smutters Advent Calendar!

Welcome one and all to the first day of the Smutters Advent Calendar!

Here's all you need to know!

The 1st of December means only one thing - it's time to crack open door number 1 of your advent calendar and feast on the chocolates within. At Smutters we've knocked up our very own advent calendar for you to open every day and get you in the festive spirit - with the added incentive of a Prize/Giveaway a day donated by ourselves and our lovely friends!

Visit the Smutters Advent Calendar every day in December.
Click on the Advent Calendar door with today's date and complete the task.
If you complete the task correctly you will receive a prize or be entered into a draw for that days prize. Winners will be drawn at random.
From the 25th to the 31st we will be running the Grand Prize Quiz

From the 25th we'll be running our Grand Prize Quiz with the chance to win a HUGE bundle of eBooks, Vouchers & More!!!

We'll have Quiz Questions from everyone who has given a Prize, Everyone who gets at least 80% of the questions right will go into the draw to win the bounty.

The Winner of the grand prize will be announced on Tuesday 1st January 2013.

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So what are you waiting for? Head over to the Smutters and click on my envelope for Dec 1...see how you can win a prize!

Thanks so much to Victoria Blisse and her talented husband Kevin Mitnik for this wonderful promotion

THE CONTEST ON THIS BLOG IS NOW OVER! HEAD ON OVER TO http://advent.smutters.co.uk  BLOGS TO SEE WHO'S NEXT  - AND WHAT ELSE YOU CAN WIN, PLUS BE IN THE DRAW TO WIN THE GRAND PRIZE!

Nasty Business with Lisabet Sarai

Today I welcome the wonderful Lisabet Sarai as she tells us about her new release. I love Lisabet's books, and I know you will too!

Nasty Business
BDSM romantic erotica by Lisabet Sarai
Books We Love, 2012

Blurb

All's fair in lust and business

Ruby Maxwell Chen, lovely and ruthless CEO of a huge British business empire, is used to getting her way. When she encounters the strangely charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn't finally met her match. 

From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. Neither has any qualms about using sexual wiles to smooth the path to success. Neither anticipates that their mutual attraction will turn into something far more intense and difficult to control.

As their struggle for dominance escalates, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.

Novel-length book includes “Shades of Red”, a bonus story about Ruby's introduction to BDSM!

Excerpt 1 (Rated R)

Bravo." A soft, melodious male voice, and then the sound of applause. "I'm extremely impressed."

I pull myself abruptly upright. Did someone dare to watch me and my medieval servitor?

I have just been finger-fucked to exhaustion, yet my first reaction is a wave of total, incomprehensible lust. Incomprehensible because the man who stands between the parted curtains is not at all my type. He is short and wiry. His hair is scraggly and a bit too long around his ears, and he has a dreadful drooping black mustache. He wears nondescript jeans and a khaki shirt.

Somehow, though, he radiates sexuality. His aura is palpable, the air thick and sticky as syrup. He fixes me with his intense, dark eyes and grins. I feel like I am melting. I want to spread my legs wider, desperately offer my swelling sex for him to use as he will.

I struggle with my impulses, close my legs decisively and try to stare him down. "I gather you were spying on me and my admirer."

"Indeed. A most entertaining and instructive tableau." He enters the balcony-space, letting the curtains close behind him, and picks up the flogger. The knotted thongs dangle an inch above my cleavage. "You seem to be quite an expert in the arts of discipline."

"Hardly," I say, taking the whip from him, trying to take control of the interaction. "I am just beginning to explore the possibilities. But," I say, my eyes narrowing to watch his reaction, "I do find myself quite sensitive to my partners' desires to yield to my power."

"I could see that. You knew what he wanted, and you gave it to him." He pauses and searches my face. "But, do you know what I want?"

Truly, I have no idea. He seems fascinated by the flogger, but I sense only a hint of submission in him, a playful curiosity totally different from the aching need of my recent conquest.

His eyes play over my body in a leisurely fashion, appreciative, it seems, but not urgent. Surreptitiously, I glance at his fly: an appealing bulk there, but no indication of arousal.

I, on the other hand, am hornier than I have been in weeks. Maybe months. Or ever. My clit throbs like a sore tooth. I lean forward so that my breasts part invitingly, and lick my painted lips.

"Tell me what you want," I purr. "I'm feeling generous tonight, and just might grant your request."

He leans toward me in answer, and grasps my chin. Strange electricity flows from his touch. My breasts ache. My cunt is on fire.

"I want you to take me home with you," he says with a cryptic smile. And then he kisses me.

I am not sentimental. I am not romantic, susceptible, easily mastered. But I swear, I could drown in this kiss.

His lips are smooth and full, his tongue demanding. He tastes of peppermint, and behind that, an aromatic trace of pipe tobacco. I smell his cologne, something clean, woodsy, Scandinavian.

I do not want to give in, and yet I do. I return his kiss, open my mouth wide to his probing. He senses my partial surrender, and presses his advantage. He has slipped his hand inside my vest, now, and is pinching my nipple hard.

I love it. I am awash with lust. I am dying for him to take me. My sex is liquid, spilling over. My scent rises in the velvet-draped space. I know that I cannot hide my desire, but still I try.

"You seem most enthusiastic," I say, my voice surprisingly steady. "But why should I allow you into my personal space?"

"Because you want to," he says, deftly extricating my breast from its leather casing and planting a kiss on its tip. "And because you think that you will have more control on your home territory. As an interloper, I will necessarily be at a disadvantage."

He's right. Many women would feel vulnerable, bringing a stranger into their home, but I'm more confident on my own turf than in some unfamiliar locale. I am astonished at his perspicacity. Who is this man? He appears so ordinary and yet there is both physical attraction, and psychological intrigue.

Excerpt 2 (Rated X)

As good as I am at this game, I'm finding it difficult. I know, intellectually, that ignoring her, pretending to honor my promise, will heighten her frustration and ultimately, weaken her defenses. If I came on to her, she'd resist. By seeming to hold back, I draw her to me.

I can feel the arousal emanating from the trim form strapped into the seat next to me. Her body language speaks volumes, though she struggles to silence it. She's dying to have me touch her, or to touch herself. 

The problem is, I have to struggle myself not to reach for her. I have to resist this nearly overwhelming urge to slide that designer skirt up her slim thigh, exposing her smooth flesh. My fingers itch to stretch across the console and tweak those ripe nipples poking through her blouse. My half-hard dick presses uncomfortably against my zipper.

I watch the pavement twisting in front of my hood. I push the roadster a bit harder. Obedient, she races around the curves, graceful and powerful. An extension of my body, my will. Ruby's lips are parted. Her hair has come free from its clasp and flows around her face in jet waves. I want to control Ruby the same way I control my car. I want to feel her respond when I press the pedal a bit closer to the floor.  

A sideways glance tells me that she's looking at me. I risk a few seconds of inattention to turn and grin at her lasciviously. "Take off your blouse, Ruby. Go ahead, you know you want to." The wind tears my words away, but I know she hears me. There's defiance in her eyes, mixing with the lust. "Come on. I dare you."

A contest, then. Briefly, emotions war on her face. Her lust wins. She smiles at me, provocatively.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Martell. You'll get us killed."

She's right. I switch my focus a second too late and barely miss grazing the inside guard rail. When I can afford another look, she's naked to the waist. Her fingers are torturing her plump, rosy nipples. Even in that quick instant, it seems that I can see them thicken and grow darker as blood surges into them.

Now Ruby cups her flesh in both hands, kneading, stroking. Her breasts are pale, perfect hemispheres tipped with flame. I would have thought the wind would blow her scent away, but no, her musk permeates the open car. My cock stirs and demands to be set free. I look back at the road, my heart slamming against my ribs as another curve whistles by.

My next glance shows me her parted thighs. She fidgets on the leather upholstery, though her hands are still massaging her tits. Crudely, I jerk my thumb upwards, then wiggle my middle finger at her.

She is already pulling up her skirt, not waiting for my suggestion. Looking me straight in the eye, she spreads her legs wide, pulls her panties out of the way, and sinks four fingers into her glistening cunt.

My dick jerks to full attention. I watch, fascinated, as she grinds herself feverishly against her hand, pummeling her clit, pinching those scarlet lips until they are almost purple. Her eyes are shut. Her back is arched, pelvis thrust forward to provide maximum access. She's a tiger, tearing at her own flesh in hungry fury. Her scent rises around us, drowning out the eucalyptus that always lingers in the southern California air. There's an ache in my chest that mirrors the one in my cock. I've never wanted anyone so much.

At the last minute, I swerve, barely avoiding the shiny Cadillac coming at me from the other direction. Adrenaline courses through me at the near miss. Ruby doesn't even notice.

There's a turn-out ahead. Hands shaking, I pull into the semicircular parking area and shut off the engine. Now I can hear Ruby as well as see and smell her. She moans and cries as she thrashes around on the seat. Her mouth is open, her teeth clenched. She sounds as though she is in pain. Her harsh grunts become rhythmic and rise in pitch as I watch her ascend the final slope to her climax. 

I stroke myself through my trousers, in time with her climb. I'm back in control, turned on but pacing myself. I know that I'll get what I want eventually. Ruby twists and writhes. Both her hands are deep in her cunt. Her juices run down her wrists. It's unbelievable how hard she is on herself. I remember her flogger, wish that I had it with me now. She wouldn't even feel it, but it might help her over.

Then, without warning, Ruby screams and arches up off the seat. Her whole body convulses, then abruptly collapses. Little tremors continue to shake her frame for long minutes. Her eyes are closed; she seems unconscious.

She looks fragile, porcelain skin misted with sweat, tangles of hair stuck to her forehead. I suddenly want to take her in my arms, cradle her, brush those tangled locks away and kiss her eyelids until she awakens. At the same time, I have a perverse urge to loose my cock and sink it into her passive, defenseless flesh. To finally make her mine.

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Bio: More than a decade ago LISABET SARAI experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published five single author short story collections and seven erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai's Fantasy Factory  or her blog Beyond Romance

Interview and HOT excerpt with new author Fiona Archer

It is my great pleasure to welcome to my blog today my good friend Fiona Archer. I remember some time back we were having coffee and she was wondering if she'd ever get the book finished..and here she is - her very first book is being released this week, so I thought it would be a great time to help you get to know her :-)

Oh, and BTW, one random commenter will receive a copy of Fiona's Book Chloe's Double Draw (after it's released on Thursday)

Here's her interview! Enjoy!

Tell us about your new Book!

“Chloe’s Double Draw” is the first book in the “King’s Bluff, Wyoming” series published by Siren Bookstrand. I plan for five books in this series, with a spin off series in the works too!

Here’s the blurb:

Chloe Morgan fled to King’s Bluff, Wyoming, to start a new life. With a past that haunts her, the shy schoolteacher must make a choice. She can hide away and protect her secrets or embrace the acceptance of the small community.

Noah King and Flynn Taylor have traveled the world as members of Australia’s elite SAS. They’ve earned scars, both inside and out. Now powerful influencers in King’s Bluff, Wyoming, a town founded by Noah’s ancestors, the men have made a haven from the ranch Noah inherited.

One look at Chloe convinces Noah and Flynn she’s worth pursuing. Introducing her to BDSM and the ménage lifestyle accepted by the town will be a hard sell. She’s scared, skittish, and refusing their advances.

As the two Doms strive to gain her trust, Chloe’s past crashes in on them, threatening their futures. When a man obsessed with her tracks down his prey, nobody could have imagined how high the stakes would go.

How long have you been writing?

Forever! Well, I started jotting down a few tortured romances at age fifteen. In the decades that followed, “Life” intervened and I allowed my dream to take a snooze. Then when I turned forty, I decided it was time I took hold of my big girl panties and started working towards living my dream.

What’s the best part about writing this book?

Ah, now that’s an easy question. I fell in love with my characters. With each passing chapter, I wanted to know them better and experience more with them.

The worst part?

I didn’t happen often, but I’d say that moment when you read back over the last one thousand words you smashed out and realize you’ve fallen down a story rabbit hole. So you climb back out, re-aim your scene back on the right path, and start over again. Hey, I just call those times my “warm up” sessions.

How did you research for your story? Was it fun?

My story is based in Wyoming. I live in Sydney, Australia. Taking a drive to scope out the local pub and fish n’ chip shop was a bit of a hassle. I surfed on the net, found viable locations, checked out local websites of businesses and local government. I also was lucky enough to meet people on FB who originated from that area of the United States of America. They were so generous with their time and knowledge.

And…since my fictional town of King’s Bluff is a quirky mix of American and Australian influences (the town was settled by Aussie ex-pats in the 1890’s), I was able to incorporate some of my own culture into the story.

Where can readers find out more about your new release?

Siren Bookstrand’s website is the ideal place: http://www.bookstrand.com/chloes-double-draw

You can also read up on my stories and all about me on my website. www.fionaarcher.com

And I’d love to connect with readers on facebook.

Profile page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/fionaarcherauthor

Fan page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Fiona-Archer-Author/106414719514509


What are you working on now?

I’m elbows deep writing the second book in the King’s Bluff, Wyoming series. “Dead Man’s Hand” is a BDSM ménage M/F/M which features Reagan, Quinn and Mike. And yes, you’ll meet these characters in “Chloe’s Double Draw”.

All of the book titles in the King’s Bluff series are “Card Poker” terms. Noah King’s ancestors won the land that is now King’s Bluff by winning a hand of poker. And you guessed it; he did that by calling his opponent’s bluff.

And now for the very very personal questions-

Favourite toy?

You cheeky bugger! With cheeks blushing, I copy in the below link:

http://www.femplay.com.au/woman/celebrator-2-speed-oscillating-clitoral-stimulator.html

Favourite food?

Slow cooked corned beef, vegies and white onion sauce followed by butterscotch pudding. I love my classic winter comfort food.

Favourite position?

I’ve told you enough already!

(Party pooper! )

Favourite punishment? (He he)

Forced orgasms. They never stop, you plead, but he just keeps on going. Delicious! Close second would be a spanking.

If you could have anyone, famous or not - who do you want to get hot and heavy with in a ménage?
The two actors I used for inspirations for “Chloe’s Double Draw”: Chris Hemsworth (Noah) and Alex O’Loughlin (Flynn).

(Oh I'm right there with you with Chris Hemsworth *sigh* )

Excerpt: (ADULT)

The burn in Chloe’s nipple morphed into a sweet throb. Desire shot straight to her core. Her control was slipping away from her, melting in a puddle at their feet. If she gave in now, she’d never be able to walk away.

“No, I can’t. I won’t—Oh. My. God. What’s that?” Pain gripped her other nipple. She looked down. Flynn kneeled in front of her, adjusting something—tweezer-like things with rubber ends—on her nipple. She rocked forward. A tiny bell, hanging from the clamp, tinkled.

Helpless, she watched Flynn lift a second clamp, connected by a chain to the first, to her other nipple, still caught between Noah’s finger and thumb.

“Nooo.” This was so foreign and delicious.

“Breathe and settle. Center you thoughts on your nipple. It’s not hurting anymore, is it? Burning, yes, but not hurting.” Noah’s free hand sank between her wet folds. He pressed against her clit just enough to drive her higher while denying her release.

Again, she let her head fall back against his chest, her eyes closing. He thrust two fingers deep inside her core the moment the sharp bite of the clamp bit down on her remaining nipple. She opened her mouth. No sound escaped.

Never, she’d never felt anything…It had hurt before, but now it went beyond a burn. It was more than she’d ever imagined.

Inside her warmth, Noah swiped his finger in a circle, grazing her sensitive spot. Yes. Right there.

A warm lick caressed her nipple. She jolted. Tinkling sounds filled the air. Their light pings contrasted to the heavy thud of her heart.

“How does it feel, sweetness, having your nipples clamped?” Flynn’s voice drifted over her as he skimmed the back of his fingers over her breasts.

She battled to center her thoughts. “It feels amazing, too much.”

“Poor baby. We’re just warming up.”

She opened her eyes in time to catch Flynn lift the thin sliver of chain connecting the clamps and give it a gentle tug.

An avalanche of sensation sparked from her nipples and ran down straight to her pussy. “I…oh, oh, I can’t—”

Noah lowered his head until his warm breath caressed her ear. “You don’t have permission to speak.” His teeth nipped her lobe.

She moaned at the sharp sting. How could she crave this kind of pain?

Flynn wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged, dragging her gaze up to his. “Do we need to gag you?”

Oh, hell! Her pussy clamped like a vise around Noah’s fingers.

“Flynn, she’s gripping me hard.” He used his head to press hers further into his shoulder as he licked a line up the side of her neck. “Your need for domination goes far deeper than you’ve confessed, doesn’t it, little one? You need to be taken, sometimes rough and hard. You want to scream and struggle and know that no matter what you say or do, you can’t get free.”

Yes!

At Flynn’s cool gaze, she pressed her lips together. No, they wouldn’t let her speak. Not now, when she teetered on the edge of full capitulation. His denial jacked up her need, becoming even more frantic when Noah withdrew his fingers from her pussy.

Flynn kneeled between her legs. “She’s just confirming what we knew all along. It’s true, isn’t it, Chloe? You love it when you’re taken in hand.” His fingers spread her lips wide. She tensed as his breath fanned over her wetness. Fire raced through her as he licked the tip of her clit. “Weak men don’t attract you.”

Lick.

“You want them strong, determined.”

Lick.

“Prepared to wrestle you from your own fears.”

Lick.

“Take you down, show you who’s in command.”

His mouth closed over her clit, sucking hard. A starburst of pleasure exploded from her clit. She came with such force that her heels knocked against the chest as her legs jerked with each wicked lick and suck from Flynn.

He showed no mercy, his tongue flicking over her swollen bundle of nerves as another orgasm, so quick after the first, shattered what remained of her composure and left her breathless.

“Nothing can hold us back now. Feel how your body reacts to our words. You’re on fire, luv.” Noah’s lips trailed kisses down the side of her face and neck.

They’d left her with nowhere to hide, utterly defenseless. Her hands curled into fists. She crumpled back against Noah. Her eyes widened. Something hard, very hard, was within her reach. A smile pulled at her mouth. She ran a knuckle over the bulge. Maybe she wasn’t so defenseless after all.

“Don’t you dare,” Noah warned.

Hot ribbons of excitement raced along her body. No way was she stopping now.

She rubbed her fist against the denim covering his erection. Noah’s sharp hiss drove her on, her strokes longer and harder. Could she make her hard-ass warrior come in his pants?

Too late, she saw Noah’s hand reach for the chain connecting her clamps.

She squished her eyes closed and panted against the clamp’s spicy bite. “Oh. Oh, Sir.” Breathe.

Noah finally released the chain, letting it thud against her hot skin.

Flynn’s next words had her eyes popping open. “Obviously, we’ve been too gentle.”

“Aaaahh.” She cried out as Flynn slapped her pussy. Tiny waves of bliss rolled outward from her clit, not enough to allow orgasm.

“Silence,” Noah ordered.

Ready to beg, she clamped her jaw tight.

Flynn lifted up a black velvet pouch and pulled out a butt plug, held it up for her to see.

So big. Her back passage clenched in anticipation.

“See this? It’s nearly as big as me. We’re going to get you nice and stretched. Then I’m going to fuck your arse.”

“Right after I slide into that hot, wet pussy,” Noah said.

They wanted to drive her insane. That had to be their plan.

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*Phew*  Is it hot in here???

Great interview and great excerpt Fiona! Congratulations on your first release...wishing you many many sales and stellar reviews!

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