Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Honeymoon's Over

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Honeymoon’s Over

Kelli Scott 

Macy loves her new husband Bryan, but she’s discovered living with him is taking considerable adjustment. Towels on the bathroom floor, dropping clothes wherever, division of household chores…it isn’t long before the small annoyances threaten to become a big problem. Until Macy’s best friend offers some sage advice…

1. Pick your battles wisely.

2. When annoyed, have angry sex to blow off the small stuff.

Soon, Macy and Bryan are having sex several times a day, and while he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Bryan has gotten some advice of his own. Advice that will take them from angry sex to ecstasy before you can say “silk tie”.

All’s fair in love, war and the bid for marital bliss!

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

“Hey there, gorgeous.”
“Hi, honey.” She shut off the faucet, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “How was work?”
“Excellent.” He tossed his suit jacket casually over the sofa back. She eyed him. Eyed the jacket. Eyed him again. He plucked the jacket up and hooked it on a peg by the front door to avoid her derision. “Boss gave me a couple new accounts today.”
He made it sound like a good thing instead of a pain in his ass. He added his tie to the peg by the door and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt. Flipping through the mail on a side table, he shook off the irritation of seeing her maiden name—Marshall. Not even a hyphen—Macy Marshall-Dade, which, by the way, sounded very cool. No acknowledgement whatsoever of their very expensive union. He decided not to push the subject—yet. But dropping hints hadn’t worked so far.
“That’s great, Bry.”
They met in the center of the living room where she looped her arms around his neck. He squeezed her tightly, letting go of more stress. Please don’t let this ever end. Macy was the eye of the storm called life. He thought of her as a beacon keeping him on course. With her red hair and freckles, he could spot her in a sea of people. Hell, he could smell her lavender scent in a crowd.
He playfully swatted her butt and she valiantly attempted to hide a delighted smile. “How was your day?”
She recounted her day at the preschool where she worked. Macy had her degree in education but couldn’t find a job in her desired field of teaching middle-grade English, settling instead at a preschool. It was good experience for her resume, a steady paycheck until something better shook loose and damn good parenting experience for the future. After a few minutes of listening to her recap, sounded to him like her day was filled with nose wiping, finger painting and nap taking.
She kissed him sweetly. “What were you going to make for dinner?”
Bryan groaned. It was his turn to cook. Her turn to clean. Although, she’d just finished cleaning the kitchen from last night when it had been his turn to clean. None of the other guys at work mentioned having to cook dinner. Were they too emasculated to admit it out loud? Or am I the only pussy-whipped man on the planet? “I completely forgot. How ’bout I run out and get something or order a pizza?”
She planted her hands on her waist. “We’re saving for a down payment on a house, Bryan. Every penny counts.”
The American dream of home ownership would dash his hopes of pepperoni pizza. He wanted to point out to her that he made three times more money, but that would make him a first-rate asshole who made three times more money. Besides, she’d agreed to cook four nights a week, he cooked only twice and they ate out or ordered in the seventh night. Usually on Friday or Saturday date night. Sometimes date night was a movie out. Other times it was a movie in, depending on the checkbook balance. She had a five-year, ten-year and twenty-year plan for their future and apparently pizza would throw a monkey wrench in the works.
“I’m sorry. You’re right.” He held his hands up in surrender. “You’re always right.”
She tilted her head. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” He unfastened the buttons at his wrists and began rolling up his sleeves. He’d rather cook than wash dishes anyhow, not that he’d washed the dishes the night before. Slipped his mind. He’d also rather cook than fight since he couldn’t have his first choice of numbing his mind with TV until bedtime. “You’re right, that’s all.”
Macy inclined her head to the other side. “Am…am I annoying you?”
“No.” He snorted a laugh. “Where did that come from? I’m just all about keeping the peace and spreading harmony.”
“Did you just say peace and harmony?”
He detected a hint of hostility, but without the telltale clues as to why. Dinner? Dishes? Anita? Of course. He should have known. Sometimes his wife’s best friend was his staunch ally, other times she completely threw him under the bus. Apparently it was bus day. “How is Anita?” He stopped himself from asking how much lunch cost. Probably more than a large pepperoni pizza.
“Forget about Anita. Do you want to have sex?”
“What?” Sounded like a trick question to him. Yes. Always. Why do you ask?
“Sex.” Macy yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, which was very uncharacteristic of her tidy tendencies. “Do you want to—?”
“Yes.” He decided her trick question sounded more like a stupid question.

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Cover Reveal: Wine Service by Zenobia Renquist

Musa Publishing has recently introduced their new erotica imprint -- Eros. I was invited to be part of this new venture (my first invite) and was eager to get a story submitted in time for the launch. I made it just in time.

The backdrop for my title is a five-star hotel in an unknown town. If a hotel similar to the one I described exists, then that is purely accidental since I used elements from different locales to create my fictional setting.

The koi ponds mentioned in the below excerpt come from the Ala Moana Mall in Honolulu, Hawaii. The mall boasts many koi ponds with big beautiful koi in all colors in the median areas of the pedestrian walkways. Of course said ponds come with signs not to feed the fish or toss in coins, but you know how people are.

I used the floor plan for a five-star hotel in New York City as the basis for the setup of my fictional hotel just to get a general idea of the layout. And I borrowed the sensory memories of the fountain in the West Chester Marriott (home of the Reader-Author Get Together) lobby as well. All of it together created my hotel.

Wine Service by Zenobia Renquist
(Professional Courtesy 1)

Wine Service by Zenobia Renquist

She offers satisfaction above and beyond what is requested.

Lexie's job as a housekeeper at a five-star hotel doesn't normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that important hotel guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he's offered. Lexie can't resist, and what should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. She finds much enjoyment in her "work," but is it worth risking her job?

[Contemporary Erotica, MF, MFM, light BDSM]

**Spicy Excerpt**

At the lobby, Mr. Dani waited for everyone to exit before he led her out. In a low voice, he said, “Here we go.”

The sunshine from the skylight heated Lexie’s skin. Fresh, cool air wafted over her exposed body. A breeze played with the edge of her shirt, rippling it over her taut nipples. She stood straighter with her shoulders pushed back. The pearls attached to her nipples swayed as she walked. Each step took her farther and farther into the common area. Mr. Dani didn’t walk quickly. He maintained a sedate pace and stayed relaxed as he escorted her around the room.

People whispered to each other. Some louder than others. The roar of the fountain in the middle of the lounge area drowned out much of it, but Lexie caught snippets here and there. A woman commented on Lexie’s bravery. Another on her lack of morals. A man wished he had a girlfriend like her. Compliments and complaints alike thrilled her.

She inhaled the scent of fresh water with a hint of chlorine. The rushing water that sounded closer with each step indicated where Mr. Dani had led her. More people would be located in the lounge than anywhere else. It served as the waiting area for the hotel restaurant and an easy meeting spot. The wood of the walkway surrounding the pond that the fountain water spilled into made a hollowing clonking noise under her heels.

“Stopping.” Mr. Dani tightened his grip to bring her to a halt. “Face the water and spread your legs.”

She didn’t need his helping hand to know where it was. The koi churned beneath the surface. The hotel highlighted the pond featuring large colorful koi as one of the main attractions. Guests could observe the koi from above on the walkway surrounding the pond or below in the sitting area located in a recess in the floor. The walls of the recess were aquarium glass.

The people in the sitting area could also see the people on the walkway. A sign on either side of the walkway warned women in skirts of the peek-a-boo hazard. Lexie shifted her feet apart more. Someone must be behind her. Why else would Mr. Dani have stopped? Whoever the person was, he or she was getting a perfect view of her pearls. Just like in Mr. Malena’s room, the attention excited her. She widened her stance a little more.

Mr. Dani said, “Afternoon, gentlemen. Lovely view, huh?”

“Very,” one man said.

A group of agreeing murmurs followed. A group. Lexie swallowed. Five, maybe six, different voices met her ears. She was showing her pearl-stuffed sex to complete strangers. A tiny drop of moisture trailed down her leg, and her pussy entrance worked the dildo like a pacifier.

Another man said, “Those are lovely pearls. Your lady friend wears them well.”

“Doesn’t she?” Mr. Dani passed his hand over Lexie’s ass, swishing her skirt. “Ten feet of triple-A, nine millimeter freshwater pearls.”

“Ten feet?” The man whistled under his breath. “Impressive, since I only see a half of foot at the most.”

A third man said with laughter in his voice, “We all know where the rest are.”

The other men chuckled.

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Monday, August 18, 2014

Tina Donahue newsletter - Special Edition - Sneak Peek into Brought to His Knees boxed set

If you love Alpha males brought down by love, you are going to adore this boxed set.

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To give you a taste of the awesome stories, I've dedicated this month's newsletter to the boxed set.

Inside you'll see cover art, teasers, blurbs and excerpts from each of the 11 authors.
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Sunday, August 17, 2014

New Release: Better than Cake by Lisa Carlisle - Short, Hot, Beach Read!

I'm happy to announce my latest release, Better than Cake. It's a short, hot read set on Cape Cod. I'm loving the early reviews! Best of all, it's only 99 cents right now. 
“A beautiful short story over how something bad can be turned into something nice.”
“A great short story. I really liked the story, the wedding excited them and I liked how it ended as well. It was fun and a quick witty and naughty story.”
“A delightful short story that shows the impact words can make but how love, determination, and forgiveness can right the wrong.”

Better than Cake

Better-than-cakeAfter the worst fight of their relationship, the last place Stephanie wants to be is a wedding reception. She still can’t get over what happened. Could their five years of marriage be destroyed after a blast of heated words? Johnny suggested separating. Separating! Now with her marriage on the line, she has to put on a brave face and pretend love is grand.
Johnny doesn’t know why he’d freaked out the way he had and is left with one emotion. Regret. He doesn’t want to lose Stephanie. He must find her and make things right.
Stephanie enters the reception, fearing the end of her marriage. Johnny has something else in mind—a much more decadent proposal that will turn her friend’s wedding into an event they’ll never forget.
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Saturday, August 16, 2014

What's Your Idea of the Perfect Vacation Spot?

It's still summer vacation time, but school starts soon.  Here's a fun quiz:

1--When you have some vacation days, what's your idea of the best place to spend them?
A) In a bustling big city like Chicago, New York, DC, L.A, etc.
B) In an area known for whatever sport you enjoy doing, like mountains for skiing, oceans for surfing and snorkeling, at a ranch for horseback riding, etc.
C) Where-ever your family and/or friends that you don't get to see often, live.
D) As far away as possible from crowds of people.
E) Staying at home, a stay-cation is best.

2--What do you look forward to doing on your vacation?
A) Shopping, dining out, going to the theater and/or concerts.
B) Going to places of cultural interest, like museums, and to historically-important places to expand your understanding of the past.
C) Doing the sports activities that you enjoy, including those that test your limits and challenge you to get better.
D) Doing quiet, relaxing activities like reading, fishing, or hiking in the woods.
E) Spending time with people you care about, that you don't get to see often.

3--Where do you like to stay?
A) In 5-star hotels.
B) In comfortable cabins or bed and breakfasts.
C) In the homes of friends or relatives.
D) In a tent or an RV.
E) In your own bed at home.

4--Are you interested in traveling to other countries?
A) Yes
B) Maybe to Europe.
C) The more exotic the country, the better.
D) No
E) Only to where there are relatives to stay with.

5-- Do you prefer to travel:
A) Alone
B) With a spouse or significant other
C) With one or more close friends
D) With your family
E) Don't like to travel.

6--Do you prefer to travel:
A) By airplane, since it's faster and gets you to where you want to go quickly
B) By train or bus, so you don't have to drive and can relax and enjoy the scenery and the ambiance.
C) By car with someone else driving, so you can enjoy the scenery, read and nap.
D) By car with you driving as much as possible.
E) Day trips only, then go home at night.

The view from our campsite.
We just got back from our version of a great trip, driving up to Grand Marais, Minnesota again.  We always enjoy crossing over the long bridge that takes you from the town of Superior on the Wisconsin side, to Duluth on the Minnesota side.  The drive along the north shore of Lake Superior is scenic and enjoyable.  After passing lots of vacation and skiing resorts, we arrive in Grand Marais, a quaint, artsy and touristy town with a peninsula that has a lighthouse on the end of it, and beaches on both sides, with tiny pebbles instead of sand.  There are a lot of hotels and restaurants in town, but we buy groceries then drive to the end of town and head north for an hour along the Gunflint Trail into the Superior National Forest, heading up into the Sawtooth Mountains.  There are more fishing and skiing resorts along the way, as well as federal park campgrounds. This year we stayed at the federal park campground at the end of the road that's literally called Trail's End.  We had a great site with a ledge to sit and read on, while watching the loons dive for fish, and a footpath that led to Gull Lake, where we kept our canoe tied to a tree.  Our kids got the rare treat of seeing a moose stumble out of the brush next to a campsite, then wander off into the woods on the other side. We hiked a few trails, picked wild raspberries and blueberries (enough for a blueberry pancakes breakfast) and read a lot of books.  We played  cards after dinner each night, then enjoyed star-gazing while sitting around our campfires.

I like the area up there so much I set my romance novel up there, For The Love Of His Life, in which an egotistical action movie star falls in love with the area, as much as with the local woman who first tells him she can't believe anything he says because as an actor, he "lies for a living."

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All of my answers are D.  What about you?  What do you like to do?

Friday, August 15, 2014

Get Turned Upside Down

Today is release day for my latest story Upside Down, its the follow up to Inside Out.  I love these stories, they have action, drama, romance, and heat.  I was also lucky enough to have Dirk Caber as the cover model.  His partner Jesse did the cover for Inside Out.  They are wonderful men who were a joy to work with.  I really appreciate their help in creating amazing covers.

Lowell Cartwright’s life as a mercenary problem solver has taken its toll, and after one more difficult job, he wants out. For help, he turns to Bull, a soldier of fortune turned club owner—not exactly a friend, but the best chance Lowell has. He visits Bull’s club to scope it out and meets Jeremy Hodgson. The twink captures his attention in a big way. Bull tells Lowell to stay away from the club until he decides whether he can help, so Lowell stays in town. When he spots Jeremy passed out on the floor of a convenience store, he goes to Jeremy’s aid.

Lowell piques Jeremy’s interest immediately, pushing all the right buttons. Then, when Jeremy needs help, Lowell’s kindness turns interest into something more.

But trouble comes knocking when Jeremy’s place is bugged. Maybe Lowell’s past is catching up to him, or maybe the danger centers on Jeremy’s roommate Tristan’s mysterious boyfriend. Whatever the source of the problem, the future Lowell and Jeremy hope for doesn't stand a chance unless they can find a way to protect themselves.

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Jeremy Hodgson stood in line outside Bronco’s with his roommate, Tristan, and his friends Kevin and Zach. “Why are we standing in line?” he asked Zach. “You know they’ll let us all in the back door.”
“Bull’s working out front tonight,” Zach answered. The line moved forward, and soon they were at the front. Zach walked right up to Bull, his lover of almost a year. The man was intimidating as hell to look at, but he was a really nice guy once you got to know him. “Are you gonna frisk me?” Zach said, putting his arms in the air and wriggling his hips.
Jeremy put his hand in front of his face to keep from giggling as Bull’s eyes bugged out of his head. Zach was wearing this short, tight shirt, and when he raised his arms, a line of skin appeared. When he moved his hips, it was something to see. “I’ll frisk you later.” Bull took Zach’s arms and pressed them down as he kissed Zach. A chorus of “ooooohs” sounded from behind them.
“If I do that, can I get in for free?” a guy asked from behind them. Bull pulled Zach to him and growled loudly at the guy, who kept quiet after that.
“Go on inside, guys, and have fun,” Bull said, turning to Zach. “But not too much fun.” Bull swatted Zach on the butt, and the four of them entered the club. They found a table in one of the corners, out of the way, but where they would still be able to see the entertainment for the night.
“I’ll go get drinks,” Tristan offered, and Kevin went as well, leaving Jeremy and Zach alone at the table.
“What’s been going on lately? You’re quiet and standoffish. Is something wrong?” Zach asked, practically bouncing in the chair with his usual energy.
“Nothing anyone can help with. Tristan’s been dating this guy Eddie, you have Bull, and even Kevin was seeing someone, at least until last week, when he and Phil broke up.” Jeremy looked over to where their two friends were working their way up to the bar. “I haven’t had a date in six months, and the last guy I saw turned out to be a real loser who was more interested in merging our comic book collections than he was in me.”
“I thought Lenny was nice.”
“He was. But I found out that comic books were about all we had in common. He didn’t actually read anything else… at all.” Jeremy sighed softly and wished they’d return with the drinks so he could start on the buzz he intended to get. Maybe he’d even get drunk so he could forget how alone he was feeling. “He loved your work.”
Zach had developed a graphic novel using Bull as the model for the hero. It had started slowly at first, but his work was gaining in popularity, and he’d already finished a second and was working on the third installment. “So you’ll find someone else,” Zach told him.
“I sure as hell hope so.” Dating his right hand was not going swimmingly. He looked around and saw Kevin and Tristan walking toward the table. They set down the drinks and then took their seats.
“Is Eddie busy tonight?” Jeremy asked Tristan before sipping from his martini glass. He wanted to gulp the thing and then get another, but Tristan had ordered the good stuff, and it was way too fine to waste like that.
“Eddie’s working late. He said he’ll join us a little later.” Tristan grinned. Jeremy knew he should be happy. Tristan obviously was, and Eddie was a nice enough guy. But he was having trouble feeling good for anyone now. Maybe he should have stayed home and moped there instead of bringing everyone else down. He wished he knew where this case of the lonely grumps had come from. This wasn’t him, and he hated being this way. He told himself to snap out of it. A few seconds later the music started.
“Come on and dance with me,” he said to Tristan. They had all been friends for a while, and he’d known Tristan for years. “Eddie isn’t going to mind, and I promise to watch out for your virtue.” He needed something to knock this attitude out of him.
Tristan got up, and they headed to the dance floor. The exotic dancers weren’t supposed to perform for another hour, and sitting around ruminating was not going to help. The beat was great, and Jeremy began to move. Tristan was a good dancer, so they had a great time. Gradually, Jeremy let go of his worries and let the music carry him.
The dance floor got crowded and guys bumped him, but he paid no attention. He was having a good time. After a few songs, Tristan signaled that he was going back to the table. Jeremy wasn’t ready to stop, so he continued dancing. A guy a little taller than he was, but stocky, with dark eyes and brown hair, moved close to him. Without thinking, Jeremy synchronized his movements to the guy’s, and he came closer. The song ended and another began, this one faster. The other guy moved right up to him, sliding a knee between Jeremy’s legs, cradling him with one arm around his back. Now they were moving as one.
Sweat beaded on Jeremy’s skin and his heart raced in the best way ever as sexual energy built between them. Jeremy’s mouth went dry and he was hard as a rock in his jeans, and the excitement continued to build. He’d always thought that dancing was vertical sex, and if he was right, then sex with this guy was likely to be wild, maybe a little dangerous, and definitely a drive to the moon. The guy leaned closer, wrapping his other arm around him, and then Jeremy was drawn even closer… and finally kissed to within an inch of his life.
Jeremy’s entire body tingled. The guy tasted like peppermint, and he loved that. Jeremy returned the kiss, throwing his arms around the man’s neck and holding on for dear life. He loved this feeling, like he was flying, and he never wanted it to end.
Of course the song did end, and the mood changed. Jeremy came to his senses and realized he’d been making out with a complete stranger in the middle of the dance floor, in full view of all his friends. That was not a good thing. Oh, the making-out part had been great, but he was not in the habit of moving this quickly with a stranger. “My friends are at the table,” he stammered. “I should go back and join them.”
“Will I see you later?” the guy asked.
“Sure. I’m Jeremy,” he said, forcing a smile. “And we’re sitting right over there.” He turned and walked back toward the table, his legs a little unsteady. He sat down with the guys and picked up his drink, looking at the table.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Gotta talk about secondary characters

Okay, every now and then I get on this subject. There's a reason. When I first began writing publishers would tell me, too much about secondary characters. The story should center around the romance. Well, after 40 years of studying this trade I still think that secondary characters flesh out a story and make it better.

Sure in a romance, the romance is the subject. I agree. However, secondary characters bring more reality to the story. There is rarely a book that writes nothing but the hero and heroine. The reason is, we can get bored very quickly.

True they should not over shadow the main story which is the love story itself, but they should add to it. Give it flavor so to speak and enliven the action around them.

To me not having secondary characters is like having a funeral and not inviting anyone to come. Sad.

A woman that comes home to see her mother, has to have a mother in the scenes. A man with a kid, has to involve the kid in the story or it's too flat.

What exactly do secondary characters do for a story? Well, they flesh out the heroine and the hero in many instances, and give us a different perspective of their nature. They add humor, sadness, emotions of all kinds, and often keep the plot from going too dull.

You will find all kinds of secondary characters in my books. When I watch a movie, I like to see characters pop up and out. There was an example I watched tonight in an old western, The Undefeated, John Wayne and Rock Hudson were the heroes, but there was this one character that was a known coward. He stayed in the background until the bad General was going to shoot him to get John and Rock to cooperate. The character was up before the firing squad, and he put his hands over his eyes so he couldn't see them kill him. When they didn't and he took his hands down, there were tears running down his cheeks. This was a big man, with a child's heart. It enhanced the story. In Rio Bravo, John Wayne leaned over and kissed Walter Brennan on the top of his head because he was feeling sorry for himself. It was a tickler to see John do that. It brought something out of his character. The unexpected. This is what secondary characters do for a story, they bring forth a human element that we might not see in the hero or heroine if they were not there. And the scene can live in your memories forever.

When a writer writes they want to write books that instill memories in the reader. Secondary characters help accomplish this.

So never under estimate using them. Never leave something that might burn into one's head out of a book. I think it makes the difference between good writers and bad. Now, that's just my opinion and I'd love to hear more about what you guys think.

If you read any of my work you will remember characters like, Jackson Luther Montgomery, from Nick's Baby. Ma Jones from the boarding house in Heart of a Lady. Cal Travers from the Travers Brothers series. Can you imagine the books without dear old dad. Of course not.

So leave some comments. That's how we learn.


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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Sharing a SeXXXy read + a Kindle eReader giveaway!

Welcome to Sweet N Sexy Divas. I'm your tour host for today and every month on the 13th, Nicole Morgan. So sit back, relax, maybe even prop up your feet and enjoy your visit! 

I'm making today's post short, but oh so very sweet! *winks* Below is a sexy excerpt from one of my Navy SEAL books. And don't forget to look for the Kindle giveaway at the bottom of this post!

Adult Excerpt

Sweet Vengeance
by Nicole Morgan

    Chelsea was about to scream in shock when he flew her body against the back of the door and covered her mouth with his, silencing any sounds that tried to escape.
She was stunned and unsure of what to do as he pinned her against the door. His hard body pressed up against hers in an almost painful attack. She was about to reach her hands up and push his shoulders away when he slid his tongue in her mouth and used it to begin stroking hers.
A heat flared from her womb and shot out to every nerve ending in her body. Twice today, he had made her feel a little tingly and aware of his presence, but nothing like this.
She felt his hands roam up the sides of her hips. His large fingers wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer than they already were. The heat she once felt from his initial touch was now a fire burning out of control. She could feel her wetness as it seeped from her insides to coat her panties.
What was she doing? This was crazy. She had to stop him. She was going to stop him, she…oh, God. Just as she had the thought, he slid his tongue out of her mouth and down the side of her neck, biting gently on the tender flesh between that and her shoulder. She had always been sensitive there. She was aroused to be kissed there, but the way his teeth were gently scraping against her skin was causing tiny volcanic eruptions to race through her. Jesus, she wanted him. Why, she had no idea, but the things that he was doing to her were driving her insane with lust. The deep hue of his chocolate eyes had little flecks of gold around the irises, causing her to think of caramel and how sweet it tasted.
“Adam…please…” she whispered into his ear.
“Take off your pants.” His curt demand did nothing to diminish her need to feel his body inside of hers.
Staring into his eyes, she did exactly as he told her to. She slid the denim down her thighs and wiggled them down her calves. Once down to her ankles, she stepped out of each leg and kicked them aside. She licked her lips nervously and waited for what would happen next.
How had she gone from knocking on his door to check on him after hearing a scream to standing before him in a T-shirt and panties? She breathed deep and heavy as he studied her and slowly undid the snap to his jeans. She thought he was going to take her right there up against the door when he grabbed her hand and led her to the back of his house.
She went with him silently, wanting to stop herself, knowing this was not her, not who she was, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. The heat from his hand alone was driving her crazy.
When they got to the bedroom, she wasn’t surprised when he threw her down on the bed and covered her with his large body. His savage and rough behavior seemed to dictate such dominance.
He brought his mouth down to hers again, only this time, he nibbled on her bottom lip, treating it as though it was a small treat. The sensation of his teeth gently nipping at her was something she hadn’t experienced before. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not and almost pulled away from the unusual feeling when she felt his large hands spread her thighs apart.
She moaned at the forcefulness in which he did it. How could she like it so rough and fast? She should stop him, put an end to this craziness, but just as the idea entered her mind, she felt his denim-covered hardness rub against her already enflamed sex.
His rocking against her body was causing the wetness in her panties to spread. She was sure he could feel it. Despite the fact that he was wearing jeans, she felt soaked with need for him. The thought that he could feel that and know what she wanted embarrassed her.
She was shocked when he abruptly got off of her and walked toward his closet. She couldn’t see what he was doing at first. He seemed to just be standing there looking at the door. Suddenly, he slammed it and turned toward her.
She saw something then. His eyes had changed, if only a little. She found herself slightly scared of what she saw in them. Again, though, she found that she was frozen, defenseless to act against his impenetrable gaze.
At first, she thought he was coming toward her, but instead, he reached for his bedside table and opened the top drawer. She watched in surreal awareness as he pulled out a condom and threw it on the bed beside her.
“Finish getting undressed,” he told her.
She wanted to stop. She wanted to tell him to go to hell and ask him who the hell he thought he was ordering her to do such an intimate thing, but instead, she found herself sitting up on the edge of the bed and doing exactly as he told her.
They watched each other as each of them removed their clothing, both of them removing their T-shirts at the same time. She almost made an audible gasp as she took in the sight of his taut, muscled chest and abdomen. His arms were long and flush with muscle and seemed to flex involuntarily as he reached down and began to work his zipper until it was completely undone.

Chelsea stared as he brought his jeans down his thighs and pushed them all the way off, stepping out of them. She waited in anticipation as he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs. The hardness that was lying beneath the cotton didn’t do the true size of him justice. She realized her imagination hadn’t even been close in estimation as she stared at his cock when it sprang free from his shorts. Never in all of her life had she ever seen one so mesmerizing.

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Thank You for joining me today! I'll see you all next month on the 13th. Have a great month and remember to be SWEET and SEXY

Nicole Morgan is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

She also has a recurring monthly column in Book & Trailer Showcase's eMagazine, is a proud member of the Romance Books 4 Us Gold Authors and also one of the Sweet N Sexy Divas.  

Find out more about Nicole and her books by visiting her websiteblogGoogle + PageTwitterFacebook and her Yahoo Group, Nicole’s Think Tank.

Until next month lovies ~ Nic 

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Alpha males brought down by love... Now that's HOT



The Alpha male.

Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off.

The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…
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This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower. 

My novella in the collection Make Me Surrender

Make Me Surrender cover art for July Newsletter


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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Monday, August 11, 2014

Gruesome Comedy

I recall the chants during limbo dance games, “How low can you go?” In a sense, that’s what it’s like to write gruesome comedy. Yes, black comedy—very black. You get to create your own world of dysfunction where anything goes. I’ve had a great deal of fun doing that in my paranormal comedy series that includes The Substitute; Oh, Heavens, Miss Havana!; The Training Bra and The Trophy Wife. On the other hand, I might have lost a few readers along the way.
Let me explain. I write humor. Not just any humor, but the distorted humor you might hear in a men’s locker room. Flatulence, anorexia, serial killers, fat people, skinny people, dead people, liberals, dismemberment, sewer drowning … even rape—all topics are targets of humor in the right context. I write about hell. It’s not a nice place and the characters that exist there aren’t nice either. Societal norms don’t apply. All I can say is that I try to keep foul language to a minimum and never depict anything sexually explicit.
Still, some readers have difficulty separating what happens in my novels from real life … especially when it comes to rape. To them, I am just a stinking old white man with zero sensitivity. One elderly beta reader even went so far as to call the works “deviant” because some of the events are far outside of the value system of normal society. Well, duh—hell is, well … hell. Those spoil sports are the exceptions; many others like the books. Before I go on, I need to provide an example from The Trophy Wife, just to show a shade of humor in an attempted rape situation. In this ménage à trois, Miss Havana has been kidnapped and chloroformed.

Waldo and Lily removed their clothes and positioned themselves on either side of Miss Havana. Lily unbuttoned the top button of Miss Havana’s blouse. “This little piggy went to market.”
Fred Jr. raised his eyebrows and unbuttoned the next one. “And this little piggy stayed home.” He cupped Miss Havana’s breast through her clothing. “It’s a shame we have to waste her when we finish. She’s a beauty.”
“Don’t get caught up in the fantasy, Fred. We screw her; we kill her. That’s the end of it. She knows who I am.”
He unbuttoned the third. “This little piggy had roast beef.”
Lily shook her head and snorted as she exhaled. “Fuck this.” She ripped the blouse open causing the remainder of the buttons to scatter about the blanket.
Waldo’s host immediately caressed Miss Havana’s exposed bra. “We need to roll her over to undo this thing.”
That’s when they noticed Miss Havana’s ragged, irregular breathing and, as they stopped to pay closer attention, her breathing stopped. Lily sat straight up. “That’s it? She dies before we’re finished with her? That’s just not fair.”
Waldo’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, come on. You’ve got to be shitting me. Is she faking?”
Lily held her hand over Miss Havana’s mouth and pinched her nose. “If she is, we’ll know in a minute.”
But Miss Havana did not move. Lily continued to hold Miss Havana’s nose and mouth. She shook her head and frowned. “The only difference between this bitch and your job is that your job still sucks. She’s as dead as conservative thinking.”
Fred, Jr. slapped his forehead. “Shit. You bitches will do anything to spoil my fun.”
Lily grinned as she looked down at her victim; a little chill crept up her arm as she ran her hand over Miss Havana’s bra. She waggled her eyebrows at Fred, Jr. “It’s not rape if they’re deader than iced catfish. On the other hand, if you slide over here, I can make it up to you. I feel horny as hell.”
Fred, Jr. sighed. “Me too. I suppose you’ll do; necrophilia is dead boring.”

Of course, the humor here fits into the context of the novels. The spirits of Miss Havana and Lucifer have been dueling for three novels by the time I wrote The Trophy Wife. They hate each other and do despicable things to one another. The spirit of Lilith, the daughter of Lucifer and Miss Havana, resides in Lily, and the spirit of a giant shadow creature named Waldo (Lucifer’s BFF) haunts Fred, Jr. Miss Havana and her daughter are natural enemies, and they are working out which one is predator … and which one is prey.
Does Miss Havana die? Of course not. She’s my heroine. Her spirit dips in and out of heaven and hell on a regular basis, and her “surface” hosts die along the way—sometimes in comical ways, sometimes not. As I see it, horror comes in many flavors, from death and rape to carrying the child of God (who, by the way, is subsequently murdered with a nail gun). People in my novels face death in creative ways and are tormented in hell with a touch of ironic depravity. The only constant is that everything happens against a background of comedy. The banter is loaded with barbs, the characters are course and the reader will often be confused about who to root for—the good guys or the bad ones. In fact, Miss Havana can be so evil many reviewers have found themselves in the uncomfortable position of rooting for the devil.
In all of my paranormal comedies, there is also a “biblical theme,” another view of something many readers might believe they’ve seen before. In The Substitute, the attributes of the antichrist are accurate, but presented in unusual ways. For example, the antichrist is supposed to recover from a serious wound so, in my novel, the devil materializes on the “the surface” in the body of a man facing a firing squad, and is sent right back to hell before he can assert any of his powers. Disguising the real story is part of the fun.
Likewise, Oh, Heavens, Miss Havana! is about the Angel of Death, and The Training Bra is about the four horsemen of the apocalypse (they aren’t named in the bible, so they are Macho, Stupid, Scourge and Sin in my book). I went even further with The Trophy Wife, which follows in the mold of Orwell’s Animal Farm. The novel tells a complete biblical story beneath the humor, but the reader has to think fast to catch it.
So, why do I write paranormal comedy? There are several reasons. First, it makes me laugh. There is nothing as uplifting as sitting at your keyboard snickering for hours. At the end of the day, I just feel good. Second, it’s challenging to try to hide a secondary story in the main story, especially one which is the exact opposite of the words in the text. Third, the characters never get boring. If one host sucks, just kill him/her in some despicable way, and let heaven or hell sort out the pieces before the spirit returns to haunt another host.
So, in summary, horror doesn’t have to be horrible. It can be funny and deceptive as well. Thank you for stopping by.

James L. Hatch