Friday, December 19, 2014

Christmas Kitty

Lacking a topic for this month, I decided to post Simon's Cat videos. If you've never seen Simon's Cat, prepare to be hooked. Enjoy.

Frankly, I don't blame him. Those automated Santas scare me too.

And this is why we don't have a tree.

Hmmm... I could see this happening to my cats.

I'm pretty sure I could never get my cats to do this. They hate going outside.

That is one strong cat. Turkeys are hard to lift, especially after they've been cooked. Too hot to hold.

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Thursday, December 18, 2014

Silly Season

It's silly alright! How do you cope with the Christmas craziness?

I find since my divorce 10 years ago and then move from our family farm in 2008 where we'd raised the kids, I feel disjointed. Fragmented. I have a new man and most of my time is spent at his house. I have my own house and my youngest (24 yo) lives with me - well on  his own if you consider how often I'm there. My oldest (26 yo) lives on his own in a city near by. Their dad is about an hour away. So, how do you juggle the kids, them wanting to visit the ex, the significant other of my oldest wanting to see her family, me spending time with Meat Man & his family juggles. Not to mention my dad is a hour away and my brother an hour and a half away!

Totally not uncommon to be sure. Many families are fractured like this. I would love to have one big old farmhouse with lots of bedrooms and invite everyone over. But in the real world, it would likely be a big almost empty house. Anyway....

This is my tree in my house. A quick and easy, no nonsense and low maintenance set of twigs and branches with lights - as Chef Son calls it.

 I'd like to spend more time at my house, but the dumb thing is the village I live in bans parking on the road from November 1 - March 31 for snow removal. We have no snow right now. So, with only one parking space available to me, my son has it and my sweet neighbour that lets me use hers, has a sister coming for two weeks so obviously I have to be gracious and not park there. But I can't park on the road without getting a ticket. How ridiculous. But I'll cope. Always do.
So, I would LOVE to go away over the holidays. *poof* gone. See ya. My oldest, techie son, says I will feel different when I have grand kids. And no, he's not telling me something :)

*sigh* Yes, here.

How do you deal with the complications and balancing act that is needed for the Holiday Season?

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

An Introverted Painter Meets a Rock Star - Dark Muse by Lisa Carlisle

In the past few months, I've had three new releases and three boxed sets come out. Somehow all the dates clustered in September through November. Never expected that to happen! Now I'm happy to share my last (I think) release of 2014, which has been receiving fantastic reviews. Dark Muse is part of my paranormal romance series, Chateau Seductions.

Now that the holidays are near, I'm hoping to take a break from all the work that comes with book releases and spend quality time with family and friends. Hopefully, we'll get a couple days skiing and many days relaxing and readign a good book. Hope you have a wonderful and relaxing holiday season! 

Here's more about Dark Muse. See you next month! 

“While it is a story about struggle, it is also about love; and doing whatever needs to be done to be with the one you are attracted to. I really enjoyed the dynamic between Gina and Dante. This story has the perfect amount of witty banter, sex, and romance.”
~ 5* from Books and Beyond Fifty Shades 

Dark Muse

Chateau Seduction #2
Lisa Carlisle


It takes time before Gina Meiro warms up to people and her shyness is often misunderstood. She hasn’t had to worry about meeting new people at a remote art colony until a new resident arrives—a rock guitarist more suited for a billboard. Her carefree days of painting at the medieval-styled castle on a remote New England island are shattered when she stumbles right into his welcome gathering.

After a falling out with his band, Dante Riani wants nothing more at Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island than solitude to work on new songs. When a shy young painter asks to paint him at sunset, he’s tempted by the opportunity to be alone with her.

Someone at the colony claims to know what Dante is and asks for his help. Dante fears his plans are coming undone, especially as grows more drawn to Gina. Her scent and vulnerability are too difficult to resist. But he must stay away from her—she would never understand his secret.

This is part two in the Chateau Seductions series, but can be read on its own.

Paranormal erotic romance ~ shapeshifter / gargoyles / vampires

Gina bit her lip, building up the courage to speak her mind. “Actually, I was thinking something,” she confessed.

“Go on.”

“It may sound weird, and feel free to say no if it is.”

Dante’s eyes widened. “Something kinky?” he teased.

“No,” she swatted his arm. “Nothing like that.”

“How disappointing. So what’s on your mind?”

“I noticed you when I was inside the castle.” She left out the part about how long and how many days she had done this. “The silhouette of you playing guitar against the sunset is a perfect juxtaposition. Dark against light. The color contrast. The musician playing into the sunset. Brilliant.”
“Hmm.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m wondering where this is going.”

“Would you mind if I painted you one day?”

A smile crept from the corner of his decadent lips. “You don’t paint people often.”

She raised her chin. “I make exceptions when I see something worth painting.” Was she flirting? Time to shut the hell up. Heat rose in from her chest up to her cheeks. Always one to throw an awkward statement, she added, “Nobody would have to know it was you,” she added. “I’d hide your face.”

“You don’t like my face?” The hint of a smile developed into a full blown smirk.

“No!” She protested. “I do.” Shut up, Gina. You’re making it worse. “I meant for your privacy.”

“So you do like my face?” He grinned.

“I’m a p-painter,” she stammered. “I’m looking at this strictly as an artist not letting an opportunity slip her by.”

“So it’s for art, eh?” His eyes twinkled with amusement.

She nodded. This was a better move than trying to speak.

“I’ll think about it. Had plenty of photo shoots with the band, but never a painting. That’s kind of cool.” He stood up, picked up his guitar, and took a few steps toward the castle. Then he stopped and turned back. “I’d be careful about watching me too closely.”

“Why?” She smiled to match the sassy tone in her voice.

The smirk that had lingered on his face dropped away, replaced by a serious expression. “You might not like what you see.”

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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Happy Holidays!

Is it showing my age to say that whenever I see that phrase, I think of the two adorable little kids singing that song in Holiday Inn? Ah, Christmas movies.  My all-time favorite is The Cheaters, with Joseph Schildkraut and Billie Burke (she played Glinda, the good witch, in the Wizard of Oz.).  Hard to find, but shown on TV sometimes, and well worth the is the original of The Bishop's Wife, with Cary Grant as the angel you keep rooting for Loretta Young to run off with, leaving behind her boring husband, played by David Niven. Immortal and gorgeous?  I'm there!

I had planned on writing about the book I have coming out early next year, but I don't have a date for it yet, though the editing has been done. I didn't have any books come out in 2014, though I do have this new one and four re-issues due out in 2015. But lately I've been working 3 jobs, leaving me with little to no time to write.  Now that the holiday season is upon us, I've been trying to squeeze in making gifts, writing cards, and baking cookies. 

Speaking of cookies, here's the recipe that my family insists I make each year.  One of husband's brothers loved them so much the first time I made them, over 20 years ago, that he told me from then on all he wanted from me for Christmas was a tin of these cookies!  Done and in the freezer already. ( It's easy to double this recipe...and a good idea.)
I love cookies that can be made ahead of time, so I can  give small plates of them to people who brighten my day during the year.  So show someone you love them, and make them these cookies. 

Chocolate Raspberry Shortbread Sandwich Cookies
1 1/4 cups sifted powdered sugar
3/4 cups softened butter
1 tsp. vanilla................Beat until creamy.
1 cup flour...................Blend into mixture.
1 cup chocolate chips, melted either in the nuke or on stove....................Add to mixture.
1 cup finely ground walnuts....................................Blend into mixture and mix well.

Using 1 level tsp. of dough, shape into tiny balls. 
Place onto ungreased cookie sheets.
Note: because you bake at a low temp, you can put two sheets in the oven at the same time, switching their positions after half the time. Dough doesn't spread, so you can place them close together, putting 36 on each cookie sheet.
Bake at 250 degrees for 30 minutes.
Remove from sheets and cool completely.

1 jar Polaner seedless raspberry all-fruit. (I prefer this, since no sugar added, so slightly tart, to complement the sweet cookies.)

Spread 1/4 to 1/2 tsp. raspberry fruit spread on 1 cookie, then place another on top to make rounded sandwiches. Makes 36 or more cookies. They freeze well and taste great defrosted.


Merry Christmas, Happy Solstice, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and have a great holiday season, no matter how you celebrate.  I hope you get some time off work to enjoy being with family and friends. And may the coming new year be good to you and yours.

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Monday, December 15, 2014

Mixing Fire and Water

This story was a journey for me.  At the beginning, I intended this to be a Beauty and the Beast sort of story.  An guy who had been scarred in an accident and another who had all the looks in the world and the ability to look deeper.  But things changed almost as soon as I started writing.  Red is a police officer and was scarred in the accident that killed his parents.   As soon as I wrote the first word about Red, I realized that he was the one with the heart of gold.  Terry on the other hand is gorgeous, but as shallow as an overturned saucer.  However what Terry realizes is that his shallowness and quick fixes have led to everything that's wrong in his life.  So when he decides to try to change and do for others, he begins to see what's under the surface.  I really hope you like this story.  I fell in love with it and I did again when I read it before writing the follow up.  Fire and Ice. 

Officer Red Markham knows about the ugly side of life after a car accident left him scarred and his parents dead. His job policing the streets of Carlisle, PA, only adds to the ugliness, and lately, drug overdoses have been on the rise. One afternoon, Red is dispatched to the local Y for a drowning accident involving a child. Arriving on site, he finds the boy rescued by lifeguard Terry Baumgartner. Of course, Red isn’t surprised when gorgeous Terry won’t give him and his ugly mug the time of day.
Overhearing one of the officer’s comment about him being shallow opens Terry’s eyes. Maybe he isn’t as kindhearted as he always thought. His friend Julie suggests he help those less fortunate by delivering food to the elderly. On his route he meets outspoken Margie, a woman who says what’s on her mind. Turns out, she’s Officer Red’s aunt.
Red and Terry’s world collide as Red tries to track the source of the drugs and protect Terry from an ex-boyfriend who won’t take no for an answer.  Together they might discover a chance for more than they expected—if they can see beyond what’s on the surface.

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“Terry,” Julie said from next to him, and he turned back around. “Are you watching that guy?”
He ignored her, taking a sip of his beer, and then turned to her. “Do you think I’m shallow?”
“That’s a loaded question if I ever heard one.” She sighed and rested an elbow on the bar after looking at him. “If you want my honest opinion, I’d say you’re self-absorbed as opposed to outright shallow, but most people equate the two pretty closely, so, yeah, you’re a little shallow.” She bumped his shoulder. “Hey, you did ask.”
Terry swallowed and met her gaze. “I suppose if I didn’t want to hear what you thought, I shouldn’t have asked.” That was so not the answer he had wanted to hear. He’d asked because he had overheard what the paramedic had said at the pool, and Julie was supposed to tell him they were full of shit, not agree with them.
“Damn right,” she said, and Terry rolled his eyes. “You have to admit that you put a lot of importance on how people look, and that didn’t turn out so well with—”
“Don’t even say his name,” Terry growled just loud enough for her to hear.
“Fine,” she snapped slightly. “But you know I’m right. You have the perfect swimmer’s body and the perfect tan all the time, even in the winter.”
“I like to look good.”
“No, you sometimes obsess over how you look, and when you met… you know who….” She rolled her puppy brown eyes again. He knew mentioning his name wasn’t going to make him magically appear, but just thinking about his ex sent a cold shiver up his spine, and instantly he felt momentarily isolated in a room full of people. “You latched on to him like crazy, but look where that got you.”
“Okay, okay….”
“No. You’re going to hear this. I know you’re really cute and hot and all. You’ve got the handsome whole swimmer thing going and the job that goes with it, but, Terry, we’re here talking about whether or not you’re shallow, and a kid nearly died at the pool today on our watch. I kind of think that’s the definition of shallow.” Her eyebrows cocked upward, and Terry looked away.
“Dammit,” he said half under his breath, looking up as the server placed their food on the bar in front of them. “Thank you,” he said with a smile and received one in return.
Julie took the first bite of her salad and swallowed. “So I guess the question is, if you don’t want to be shallow, what are you going to do about it?”
“Do?” Terry asked.
“Yeah. Do.” She glanced over at him with one of those fiery looks that if he were straight would have had him instantly hard and aching to take the tiger to bed. Instead, when he got one of those looks from her, he knew he was in deep shit.
“Can’t we talk about this a little?”
“You want to talk? Okay. Kid nearly drowns, we save him and get him out of the pool. It’s made all the news reports that we saved his life, which should make both of us happy. We did what we’re good at, and it made a difference. It wasn’t our fault that he fell in and got hurt, regardless of what his mother said. However, instead of talking about that and trying to figure out how we’re not going to let it happen again, you’re having a crisis of identity because some people you don’t know said you were shallow.” She patted him on the shoulder. “I think the time for talk is long past. Honey, face it—you’re shallow, okay? And vain, let’s not forget vain. But you’re really nice to look at, so I’ll give you that, because there are times at that pool when we see things no one should have to see.” They both shuddered.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

When you write both Sweet and Sensual romance

I'm one of those writers that goes from sweet to sensual. But how does a writer keep
track of which is which?

First of all, It isn't an easy task. But a seasoned writer, such as myself, creates the
sensual angle usually on the character traits and the plot to some extent.
What do I mean? Well, every character has a set of values, morals do's and
don'ts. Most of the time if a girl is a virgin, she isn't going to jump
into the sensual trap unless she's trying to prove something,
or wants to get even in some way. But this rule still doesn't
follow suit. What am I saying? That it still depends on her character.

A writer doesn't want to put his characters in a position to act "out of character".
However, even sweet little virgins can change their mind when an alpha hunk comes
by. So exactly how do you determine if the character is going to jump onto
the band wagon, so to speak?

Part of the set up is the plot, what's going on in the story, is it a life-changing
kind of thing? Is the plot going to send the characters into some new vortex?

Another thing, from the guys angle. If good ole Roy is one of those honest
kinds of guys who doesn't take advantage ofthe girl, then the story is set a
lot of times. He won't push her, and she tries to push him into it. But it
doesn't work. So you come out with a sweet story. Or she's the sweet one,
and he's a wolf and tries to persuade her to take the challenge. Does he
change all of a sudden because he's falling in love with her? Probably
and then again, you have the sweet story.Some instances of sweet romance
is: Delivering the Bride, my newest book, now on pre-order. She married
the wrong man, or thought she did, and the right one won't take the advantage.

The sensual story evolves a lot of times by two consenting adults who want a real
relationship and dip into the waters to experiment. Nick's Baby was a story about a
woman who wanted a baby, but not a husband. So she uses a sperm bank
if she can pick out her own man. When she meets Nick she is smitten
by his gallantry to stand by his child and never leave it. That's
what draws her to him. He's the kind of man you can depend on.
When the sperm method doesn't work and she still pesters him for the
child they haven't created, Nick decides to take it to a new level. What's wrong
with the old fashioned way, sex? So this story instantly becomes sensual.
Strictly Business starts with two opposites marrying for business reasons and finding
they have a lot in common. So because they are already married, it is easy for them to
slip into the sensual mode, and also very natural.

Now some authors may not work this way, but this is my way of creating sweet and
sensual. It's my characters and their situation that tells me if it will be sweet or
sensual. I like to play with both.

Some authors stick strictly to one way of writing, either sweet or sensual.
But I think you broaden your horizons if you allow both in your thinking and you
let your characters make that decision for you.
Just my opinion. What do you think?

Friday, December 12, 2014

Make Me Surrender in What to Read After FSOG box set

I'm thrilled to be in the newest box set What to Read After FSOG!

99 cents for 11 novel and novella length romances.

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Here's the cover art, blurb and teasers from my novella Make Me SurrenderEnjoy! :)


She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.

When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.

Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.

Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.

Before she’s through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered.

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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Be Thankful for Freedom

Harold Whittington (left) and Otto Whittington (right) in Manila, 1945
As many of you know, I am currently documenting the story of two brothers who served during WW II, Harold and Otto Whittington. I am 70,000 words into the novel now and remain in awe of these remarkable people. For this months' post, I decided to share just a glimpse into the book, a passage written by Otto Whittington. Otto fought in the Battle of Bataan, was part of the Death March, was held in various POW camps before being sent by Hell Ship to work as a slave in the Japanese steel mills. The book contains the details of his captivity and his eventual reunion with his brother, Harold, in Manila after his liberation from slavery in Japan in September, 1945. For most of us, being thankful for our freedom this time of year is taken for granted; however, for Otto, it was an incredible gift he never forgot. Please enjoy Otto's take on the holiday season as he penned it in 1995.

I sent the following message to my friends via the Veterans’ Bulletin Board. It was posted on December 20, 1995: “To all the Bataan Board Bunch, friends, comrades, and all pilgrims who may pass this way. Christmas Past:

“Christmas day broke bright and clear after over two weeks of clouds shrouding Wolf Pinnacle, Ochuatia National forest with blowing grey fog. The rocky pinnacle jutting above the timber line had been covered with inches of ice for more than two weeks. Making it imp[ossible for the truck from Eagle Gap Ranger Station to get food and supplies to me. My station consisted of a small one-room cabin with wood heating stove, kerosene cook stove, kerosene lamp, no electricity or radio. It was miles from another living person. Plus, a sixty-four-foot steel tower that I climbed on a narrow steel ladder, which was covered with ice made the climb very treacherous.
“Christmas Eve I received a call from the ranger station inquiring about my food supply. They advised, if necessary, they would send men to climb the mountain with backpacks to bring supplies. Knowing it would be an all-day job climbing the tall ice-covered mountain and not wanting the men to be away from their families on Christmas day, I told them I was okay. My total food supply consisted of a half can of Vienna sausage and about a dozen crackers. They said they would definitely get supplies the day after Christmas. I decided to eat my sausages and crackers the middle of the afternoon for my Christmas dinner. That night, looking out across ice glistening on the forest, I could see the lights of small villages in the distant valleys. Suddenly I was st5ruck with the most intense feelings of hunger and loneliness. I could imagine the houses fill of warm family and friendly festivities with a bountiful table of food.
“The next day in the middle of the afternoon I saw the Forest Service truck with chains and ice tires slowly coming up the road out of the timber. The foresters were more welcome than Santa Clause.”

“T’was the night before Christmas and hell-bent for Bataan,
“The army was moving every damn man.
“The barbed wire was strung by the soldiers with care,
“In hopes that the convoy would soon be there.”

“POW Fukuoka Camp 3, Kokura, Japan. After twelve hours of back-breaking work in Yawata Steel Mills and an hour ride to camp in open gondolas and freezing sleet, we forgot about it being Christmas Eve. We lay on bed bug-infested straw mats trying to get sleep and rest for our worn out bodies while the bugs drained our anemic blood. We were awakened with clubs and rifle butts by the guards about two in the morning. We were driven out of the barracks and into thirty degree icy sleet and forced to sing Christmas carols as the guards laughed. This was their idea of a cruel joke and insult to our Christmas customs. On being allowed back in the barracks after nearly an hour of freezing sleet, we found a Japanese tube sock with one rice cracker on each man’s mat. We knew we could barely get our frozen bodies warm before we would be rousted out before daylight for another freezing ride and another twelve hours of slave labor in the steel mills on Christmas day.
“With all these Christmas’ past, I do not need a fat man in a red suit, jingle bells, and reindeer manure one day a year to celebrate. With the four Fs (precious Freedom, sincere Friends, loving Family, and nourishing Food), every day is Christmas day. As a king-sized version of dickens’ tiny Tim hobbling around on a crutch, and as Tiny Tim would say in modern jargon, I wish one and all a ‘Cool Yule.’ And not just a happy 1995, but a very healthy and happy rest of your life.

“Mabuhay, The Happy Horse Soldier”

Thank you all for stopping by. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May the gift of freedom be with you all the days of your life.

James L. Hatch

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Need a little dose of paranormal romance? Nico's Curse is out today!!!!

 Finally found a story to dip my toes into the paranormal world!! Nico wouldn't leave me alone until I told his story about how Rose saved him. Hope you guys love it!

Domenico was cursed six long years ago by a witch determined to teach him a lesson. A lesson in life, loss, and understanding that to love is to put someone first…always.
His only escape from his beautiful prison is a dating site called Crossroads. He can choose only one woman a year to contact. One woman to convince, in nothing more than a week, that he’s worthy of her love. But there’s a catch. She must fall asleep during a video chat so he can crawl through his laptop into her world. Then all bets are off.
His curse becomes his salvation when his beautiful submissive Rose is nothing but a dream away.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

It's Almost Christmas!

And to celebrate, I have a Christmas menage novella to share with you.

Menages--or, more accurately, polyamory romances, are something near and dear to my heart, but I haven't written nearly as many of them as I wish I had. (I consider most "menage romances" to be polyamory, because many people consider a menage to be all about the sex, and sometimes to be only one encounter, whereas polyamory literally means "loving more than one," and love is what a romance is about.)


Christmas Consummation is only my fourth polyamory romance, and one of the others is out of print. I really should do more of these!

For Alanna, the "one and only for the rest of your life" relationship model has never made sense. In high school, she was in love with her best friend Royce, but when Ellery moved to town, Alanna fell for him too. But the boys wanted her to choose--so Alanna chose to have neither.

Now, seventeen years later, all three have come home for Christmas. For Alanna and Royce, there have been marriages and divorces in the past; Ellery has never married. Now they're all single, old feelings haven't died--and this time the boys might not ask Alanna to choose. She might be able to have them both.

Christmas Consummation is available from Ellora's Cave

Monday, December 8, 2014

Writing Around Family

This year, due to my move, my family came to stay with me for Thanksgiving. This is the first time I've ever hosted Thanksgiving and it amazed me how overwhelming it was to be the hostess (and I didn't even cook). I never thought it would be easy to work with my family here, or at least possible, but I never realized how hard it would be to get into the spirit of writing (especially those sexier scenes) when my family was around.

I've traveled to them for years for the holidays, and was able to write some when I went to their houses, but somehow being hostess took much of my energy and focus. And with having two books release during the thanksgiving week, it was all I could do to get done the blogs I had to do, and the promotion I needed to accomplish. Thankfully I won nanowrimo before they arrived.

Next month, I’ll be heading back to stay with them for Christmas and New Year’s. I’m hoping to get some work done during that time, but it’s not looking good. Every year I do a December Close Out to finish up some projects before the end of the year to clear room for new projects in the following year. I’m still hoping to do the same this year, but I think I’ll need to make sure to get most of my work done before I head home for the holidays.

The few tips I've learned over the years of trying to work around my family are to try and work at night, after everyone else is in bed, no longer dividing your focus. To get out of the house. Go to a Starbucks or Panera, something like that, to get away from the distractions of family. And sometimes you just have to let go and realize that you need to allow yourself to relax and enjoy your surroundings, enjoy being with the people that love you, even if it means you don’t hit the mile stones you were hoping for (I really need to learn to be better about this tip).

If anyone has any other ideas on how to write while around family, I’d love to hear them. I’ll take any help I can get. And in the meantime, here are the blurbs for my two newest releases, now available for download. I hope you’ll check them out this holiday season.

Christmas with her boyfriend’s family seems like a lovely idea—until she finds her previous Dom staying for the holidays too.

Kate Baker is nervous about meeting her boyfriend Daniel’s family. When she walks into the family home to find Grant, her former Dom, spending the holidays with them too, her world turns upside down. How can she spend Christmas with the man who shattered her heart and broke her trust in the whole BDSM scene?

Although she had no idea Grant and Daniel were brothers, Grant revives all those needs that Daniel can’t fulfil. But she won’t give up the man who helped mend her broken heart after Grant shattered it—even if she has to bury the submissive part of herself to do it.

A year ago, Grant Farrell left the woman he loved—and the best sub he’s ever controlled—to tend the family ranch after his father’s death. It almost tore his heart out to leave Kate but he had no other choice. He didn’t realise how much it had hurt them both until she shows up at his family’s home on his brother’s arm.

Now more than ever he’s determined to keep her in his life, even if he has to share her to do it. But half measures won’t be enough anymore. He needs either to own her completely, or give her up to Daniel for good.

Can he convince Kate to forgive him for the pain he caused her and the secrets he kept? Or will he lose her to his brother for his past mistakes?

Lady’s maid Ada adores her French Mistress and serves her with affection in every possible way. But Master will also take his pleasure from Mistress, and Ada will continue to offer her loving service to Mistress and Master when it is…Monsieur’s Turn.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Happy Holidays!

I'm terrible.  I just remembered that I had to blog today.  Yes, its Sunday, December 7th.  I don't have a lot going on right now except that I start a full time job tomorrow.  Yes, a paying job.  I'll have more on this next month.  Been extremely busy at the house getting everything ready for me to work again.

In the meantime, everyone have a great holiday season if you celebrate.  I promise I'll remember next month.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Seductive vampires, and a FREE erotic tale! #RomFantasy

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REVIEW: 4 Tombstones

This story is darkly intriguing. It explores the mental status of an older vampire who finds he has lost something very important to him, but only after the fact. Denyse is amazing in her ability to bring across to her audience such intense feelings in such a short time. As always, I have thoroughly enjoyed her current offering and will definitely suggest it to others.

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Spanning almost two centuries Descent Into Darkness is the erotic love story of an ancient vampire and the mortal woman who is his obsession.

Alexander DeLenoir is an ancient creature of the night, born in a betrayal that has left him without conscience or morality. He’s witnessed history that is now myth. Throughout his long life, Alexander has seldom sought companionship, and never has he looked for love. He has kept two of his immortal children with him, through whatever means necessary, and is not intending to expand his family.

Arriving at a small Massachusetts town after killing the sailors on their ship, the vampire trio meets the mysterious and lonely wife of the innkeeper, and Alexander is entranced by her beauty and her indomitable spirit. In Amberlaine Calvert, he senses a nature as dark and depraved as his own seeking freedom. Despite the protests of his companions, Alexander takes her and in adoration of him finds an obsessive kind of happiness.

When the town slowly awakens to the evil among them, a bloody slaughter ensues, and Amberlaine is forced to see the madness that will define her life with Alexander. Yet, in spite of her fear, she is obsessively devoted to the powerful vampire, and the darker things she feels lurking within her are about to be unleashed by a hunger even greater than her passion—the thirst for revenge against those who dare to threaten their existence…


“What is her name?”

“Whose name?” he asked as he shook off the ancient memories.

“Your daughter,” she insisted with an impatient toss of her head. “Is she one of us? Do you still keep her safe and protect her?”

“Diana needs no one to protect her,” he answered blandly. Especially the true father she does not know she has, he added mentally. He had been very careful to erase that knowledge from her memory, an appallingly easy task, even for one as inexperienced as he had been then.

“Diana,” she repeated thoughtfully. “It’s very pretty. And very elegant, as your name is,” she concluded with a grin.

“And your name, Camille, is very old. Do you know what it means?” he wondered, only now seeing the irony of it, himself.

“Tell me, cara mia,” she requested as she rose and sat astride his thighs. She was leaning into his neck when his laughter woke a warning inside her.

“It is from the Etruscan, one of the most ancient languages. Your name means ‘attendant at a sacrifice’,” he told her with mocking amusement. “It is most appropriate, is it not, cara?”

She started to pull away, but his hands on her upper arms prevented the escape she suddenly, desperately wanted. One of the talon like hands glided over her skin and buried in her hair. Terror choked her and she began pounding on his chest in an effort to dislodge him.

“Happy Birthday, cara,” Alexander murmured, his rich, silky voice low with provocative warmth. He jerked her head hard and sank his fangs into the soft, exposed skin of her throat. Tender flesh yielded to the razor-edge of his canines, and she whimpered weakly as he drank.

She wasn’t quite dead when he released her and climbed out of the bed. Her eyes watched every movement he made, and pleaded silently for help he wouldn’t give. He dressed and sat on the edge of the mattress again. Pale, slender fingers raked through the heavy fall of her dark hair, and he smiled lazily.

“Are you happy with your present, Camille?” he questioned.

She said nothing, merely stared. Of course, it wasn’t likely she could speak, he admitted when he noted her ruined throat.

“I have enjoyed our time together,” he told her with a smile. “I have even enjoyed sharing this secret with you. It’s been so long since I was able to speak of such distant things.” His tone was polite and conversational, eerily so. “But, such a weapon is a danger to me, cara. Therefore, I must protect myself against possible betrayal. You understand, don’t you?”

His laughter filled the room, and the sound was a horrifying mixture of insanity and pleasure. Alexander rose, donned the elegant evening cape he had selected earlier, and bent to place a light kiss on her forehead.

Camille stared, her eyes begged for mercy. His cold contempt shattered the last shred of will she possessed. The scritch of a match being struck, then the hiss of noise as it bloomed into flame, were now the only sounds within the room.

Alexander dropped the insignificant torch onto the bed and stepped back. He watched the sheets begin to burn as the searing tongues of fire fanned outward and slowly consumed the massive piece of furniture. Camille’s scream echoed in his mind as she died a true death, and he silenced the annoying intrusion with a swiftness that came from vast lifetimes of experience.

He walked from the room as the fire intensified, and knew the house itself would be ablaze long before any emergency services would be notified. He stepped out into the balmy night and strolled down the walk.

He was tired of San Francisco, he decided as he covered the ground in long, graceful strides. Talking of Diana reminded him of how long it had been since he’d seen her. And, he knew, she would know where to find Julian. His loneliness had made him whimsical this night. Perhaps it was time to reclaim the children who meant most to him? Particularly his most troublesome child.

Julian had been allowed to run free for far too long. Alexander now wanted him back. If the young nobleman refused him, Alexander would destroy him--as he had the other son who had forsaken his love so long ago.

The ancient vampire felt an unwelcome memory tugging at his heart as he continued to walk. The smell of the fire woke a pain he hadn’t permitted himself to feel for almost two hundred years. He’d lost her to fire and the grief he’d refused to accept still haunted him. His footsteps slowed momentarily, then he pushed away her image with a force of will that had been centuries in the making. Alexander shook his head, pretended he couldn’t recall the soft fragrance of wildflowers and the silken feel of copper hair as it streamed over his naked skin, the gentle smile contained within smoke-grey eyes, and the sensual knowledge of the truest lover he had ever claimed. His beautiful, devoted Amberlaine. Lost to him for nearly three centuries.