Thursday, November 20, 2014

The Holidays Are Coming!


Is it too early to start pimping a Christmas book?
 

Waiting until after Thanksgiving before broaching the Christmas subject used to be the acceptable norm. But my neighborhood super store already has a Santa display next to the Halloween clearance table. Saturday I watched a holiday cookie competition show on my cooking channel of choice. We are planning our holiday office party, and All I Want For Christmas Is You was blaring from my car radio this morning. So, no, I’ve decided it’s not too early. By December 1st I’ll be viewing some of my treasured Christmas movies and hopefully adding new films to my list of favorites. I’m already shopping, doing some menu planning, and I’m eager to break out my decorations.
 

How ‘bout you? When do you jump feet first into the holidays?

 

 
Holiday Hangover

Kelli Scott
 

All work and no play has left Jane a very dull girl indeed. When she’s not working her day job, she’s spending any free time toiling for the benefit of her neighbors as the president of her condo association. At the annual holiday party, her Secret Santa gives her a basket full of naughty sex toys, someone’s inappropriate joke at her expense. Next thing Jane knows, she’s waking up in a strange bed with very little memory of the night before.
 

Sprawled across red satin sheets with a pounding headache and throbbing private parts, Jane struggles to recall whose bed she’s in before her new bed buddy finishes showering. Bits and pieces of memory come back to her, but the recollections don’t comfort, only confound her. It seems she’s going to have a merrier Christmas than she was anticipating.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

ARe Erotica Bestseller ~ Wine Service by Zenobia Renquist

A bestseller star on All Romance eBooks is a nice thing to see. Even better is seeing your cover listed at the top of a category as one of the top bestsellers. Wine Service hit three spots on 18 Nov.


Unfortunately, it fell off the Erotica>Contemporary top spot overnight. That doesn't change the fact that Wine Service is the third bestselling Musa Publishing title and still a top seller in the Erotica>BDSM and Erotica>Multiple Partners categories.

Out of everything going on in my life, this has been a welcome highlight.

Wine Service by Zenobia Renquist
Wine Service by Zenobia Renquist

[Contemporary BDSM Erotica]

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?

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

THAT Time of Year

We've just past Halloween, Remembrance Day is behind us. Toronto Santa Claus Parade was on the 16th. To me that means it's OKAY to talk about Christmas. Get the decorations out and think about gifts. It seems there was a whole lot of push back around here for the early decorations. People wanted the stores to wait until after Remembrance Day (Veteran's Day in the States). I wholeheartedly agree!

But, along with the silly season comes the horrid season. Winter. We had our first taste of it last night. The roads flash froze after the drizzle and snow had melted on them. I've said it before and will say it again. I. Hate. Winter. If I could figure a way to spend the months down south, I'd do it.

This was last winter after our ice storm 3 days before Christmas. Ugh.
I much prefer this.
Anyway. Be safe over the crappy winter months. And if you love winter! I hope you enjoy it.

This year has been a crazy year in my writing world. The one release I had was last January. A hot, quickie m/f/m/m menage titled Four For The Show, a story set in the same sex club as Plus One. It's still on sale, as are my other Ellora's Cave books and my three at Sybarite Seduction. I chose not to sub anything else to EC, but have been writing furiously all year with a number of completed works. BUT the big news... I will be getting the rights back to a few of my books so that means self pub next year!

I also have other projects in the works, but it's still too soon to mention. I've been through three rounds of edits with the hopeful outcome of a contract. *fingers crossed*

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends. And enjoy the chaos of Christmas preparations!







Monday, November 17, 2014

New Release and Cover Love - Rock My Senses by Lisa Carlisle

When I received the cover for Rock My Senses, I stared at it countless times with complete admiration. Look at that smoldering look in his eye. Naughty and completely hot. Cover love...

On Halloween, one of my favorite days of the year, it was released. I loved writing this story. It follows up with characters introduced in Rock Me Tonight. The computer geek by day / rock guitarist by night was such a charismatic character, I couldn't wait to tell a story from his slightly skewed world view.  

Check out the cover and let me know what you think. 


Rock My Senses

Lisa Carlisle

Computer geek by day, by night Mike Harvey becomes outlandish guitarist Chee Keydood for rock band Velvet Cocks. Spotting two women kissing in a club, he thinks he’s in luck.

Allana Miles isn’t sure what came over her, but she sure as hell recognizes Chee and can’t believe he doesn’t remember her from their one-night stand. But she has no time to think about him—she’s too busy opening her own yoga studio to get involved in a relationship.

When they meet again at a New Year’s party, their attraction reignites, too hot to ignore. But they’ve got issues to overcome. Allana catches glimpses of the man behind the façade, but doesn’t think they can fit into each other’s lives even though the sex is great. Mike has always known he’s a bit different, but is shocked to discover his real nature. Will he be able to protect Allana from danger and convince her to take a chance on him?

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Brief Excerpt

“What the hell was that about in there? You’ve got blood dripping down your neck.”

She dabbed at her neck and stared at her fingers, now stained dark red. “What the—” A snowflake went straight for her finger and we both watched mesmerized as stark white met velvet red and was swallowed by it.

A few snowflakes fell onto her cheeks and her tiny nose and I felt an urge to brush them away, but they melted once they met the warmth of her flushed skin. She had delicate features and pretty blue eyes. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place how I knew her. Her blonde hair lay tousled on her shoulders, set off by the black of a dress that clung to her tight little body. My cock had settled down after the freaky incident inside, but twitched back to life again.

“Are you two into some weird-ass drugs and vampire role-play or something?” I asked.

My question distracted her from her blood-covered fingers. She still appeared dazed, but wobbled less. The fresh air and sight of blood must have jolted her back to reality. She reached into her purse and pulled out tissues to blot the blood.

“I’m not judging,” I clarified, in case I embarrassed her. “We all have our things.” When she didn’t answer me, I asked, “Where do you live?”

She focused on me with a dead-eyed stare. “Figures you don’t remember.”

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Sorry to be late! Here's my excuses and my blog...

My sole defense is that I've added a third job that, for the past month, I've been working whenever I'm not at either of my two other jobs.  I sub in high schools as needed (sometimes only 1 or 2 days a week, sometimes all 5).  I tutor younger kids after school in Language Arts and Math, which I also do on Saturday mornings.  Then I've been scoring for one of the big producers of standardized tests--I like this job because I do it at home, on-line.  So on the days I'm not called to sub, I'm still making money...and I can do it in my pajamas!

But I still have to grocery shop, cook/bake, do laundry, shop for the holidays,and interact with the 2 sons who still live at home, and my over-loving husband who likes to see my face sometimes, and not just the back of my head while I'm on-line.  Soon I'll be starting on Christmas cookies and making the pajama pants and nightshirt requested by my kids.  Oh, and did I mention I have a book coming out soon, so I've been doing edits for it?  And I'm in the middle of judging for an eBook contest, so I just finished reading a long list of novels.

To say I'm busy would be a huge understatement. But that's still no excuse.  I always say to get things done, ask the busiest person you know.  That would be me.  But this is the first time I've forgotten to get my post up on time, so I hope you'll all forgive me. I don't get on-line much from Friday night date nights with my husband, through Sunday, when I get done with the baking and cooking I do to get us through the week.  Right now dinner is in the oven, but earlier today I made use of the zucchini I got a great deal on when I shopped on Saturday after work, and I made 3 dozen chocolate zucchini muffins and 4 loaves of zucchini bread. My family loves the bread toasted, spread with cream cheese, for a breakfast or snack treat. When I was an at-home mom, I baked almost every day of the week, which they all miss.  These days when I do get into the kitchen, the family is pathetically grateful for whatever I bake for them.  I love those "thanks Mom" hugs!

What I was going to blog about is dreams.  Have you ever had dreams that turned into novels?  I've had a few good dreams that inspired me. A great dream involving running away from a wedding became The Reluctant Bride--I've gotten the rights to this back, and it will be re-published next year as The Runaway Bride, a more appropriate title.  Then I had a dream involving a very hot doctor, and some smexy times with him, which turned into Two For Tuesday.  This is another book I'm having republished next year.  More on those books as they become available again.


Both of my vampire romance books involving Mayans and aliens, were inspired directly by a dream, when a blond man with very white skin talked directly to me.  He told me the writer's block I was having was due to giving the heroine the wrong hero: it had to be him.  Then he smiled, showing me his fangs. I told his story in Prophecy of the Undead.

And last night, finally getting the chance to sleep late on my one no-work day of the week, I had another dream that totally inspired my muse to begin creating another tale of romantic adventures.  Of course first I have to finish  the book I'm already working on.  If I just had more time off, I could be so much more productive!

How about you?  Have you ever had a dream that inspired a story or novel for you? 

To learn more about my books, visit my blog: http://www.fionamcgier.com.

And happy dreaming!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

A Return to the Range

We return to the Range with a Chaotic Range and I have to warn you that while the hearts are warm, its cold outside.  When writing this story in the heat of summer, I set it in the cold of a Wyoming winter.  I remembered the winters growing up with a lot of snow, wind, ad ice and poured all those memories into the story.  With this story, the weather becomes a big factor as it nearly takes away their change at happiness.


Most of the time ranchhand David rescues stray cattle, but this time he and his fellow cowboys Wally and Haven save a stranded motorist. David is surprised to find his former high school classmate nearly frozen in his car. After learning that Brian Applewright's boss fired him from his ranch for being gay, they invite him back to theirs to take a job.

David and Brian moved in different social circles at school, but working together brings them closer. However, David has a rocky history on the ranch. The foreman is his ex, and he only recently returned after a heartbreakingly unsuccessful attempt to find greener pastures. He can't risk his heart getting close to anyone.

But on a ranch, nature has a way of forcing an issue. When a snowstorm threatens, David and Brian head out to mend a fence and round up some stray cattle. David gets injured, and they must survive in the snow, cold, and wind. It might be the start of a relationship... or the end of their lives.

 Purchase from Dreamspinner Press:  http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5648

Excerpt:
“Shit!” Brian breathed and blinked a few times, taking stock to ensure he wasn’t hurt. The engine had cut out. He tried to start it again, but though the engine turned over, it just wouldn’t start. He was most likely too low on gas. Brian stared out the windshield for a few minutes in a daze and then became fully aware of himself once again. He unfastened his seat belt and opened his door. It didn’t budge, and he pushed harder, but the snow must have been packed around it because it barely moved at all. The wind, however, found the crack and began pushing its way inside. Brian yanked the door closed. He turned on the fan to force what heat he could get from the engine into the car and then turned it off. He left the hazard lights on, hoping someone might pass or see them if there was a break in the wind. Brian knew it wasn’t likely. He felt the heat slowly dissipate as he sat.
After a few minutes, he figured he had nothing to lose. The car was getting colder and colder, so he shifted to the passenger seat and tried that door. It was worse and would only open an inch no matter how hard he pushed. Brian was stuck, he knew it, and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. As it got colder, he decided to try his door again. By rocking it back and forth, Brian was able to get it open about six inches, but he’d robbed the last remaining heat from inside the car to do it. He continued working and managed to get the door to open just enough that he could get out.
Brian stepped into snow that went up well past his knees. The car had plowed into a snowbank that had been built up from past efforts to plow the road, with light snow on top of heavy. The back wheels of the car were away from the road, with the body and front of the car resting on the mound. He wasn’t going anywhere, not without help, and all he could see in every direction was white. Nothing but white. He remembered briefly seeing what might have been buildings during the break in the wind, but he wasn’t sure if he’d passed them already or not. His best bet was to get back in the car, try to keep warm, and hope the wind and storm died down soon so someone would see him. So he got back in the car and pulled the door closed. As soon as the door clicked shut, he wished he’d tried to get to his things in the trunk. He reached for the release and it opened, so he got back out and struggled to make his way around to the back.
He managed to open the trunk and somehow keep it open against the wind and snow as he grabbed his duffel and a small backpack. Then he tried to climb back into the car. He slung the backpack over a shoulder and used his free hand to pull himself along the car to the door. He grasped it and managed to leverage himself around the door. He pushed the bags through the opening and then squeezed inside, yanking the door closed with what sounded like a thud of finality. He wasn’t going out again until something changed.
Brian’s hands ached and his ears and face felt as though they were frozen. He tried the engine again, and it blessedly turned over and started. “Thank God,” he whispered and placed his hands over the vents blasting heat into the space. They tingled along with his ears and face as his skin warmed.
After five minutes he was warm and had stopped shivering. He’d reached for the keys to shut down the engine when it sputtered and then went silent. The only source of heat other than himself was gone. Brian listened to the wind as it howled and raged outside the car. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do. He pulled open his duffel bag and shrugged off his coat. He was wearing a sweatshirt, but he found another and pulled it over his head. Then he put his coat back on. The jeans he’d been wearing were wet because the snow he’d picked up outside had melted in the heat, so he shucked them off, along with his wet shoes, and threw them on the passenger-side floor. He had a pair of sweatpants somewhere, so he rummaged for them quickly because he was starting to shiver again in nothing but his underwear. He pulled on the sweats and then a pair of jeans. He had to get creative, but at least the weight he’d lost in the last few weeks made room inside the jeans for the sweats.
Brian stripped off his socks, then found two fresh pairs and pulled those on. He smacked his forehead. He had left his boots in the trunk. He didn’t dare risk getting his last dry clothes wet now, and he couldn’t face another trip out of the car. He’d just have to work with what he had. He found a hat in the duffel and pulled it on, wishing he’d had it earlier. Then he rummaged for something to put on his hands. He couldn’t find anything and figured he could just shove his hands in his pockets. Then he climbed in the backseat and pulled out the few remaining clothes he had left. In the bottom of the duffel he found a bath towel. He wrapped that around his feet and curled up on the seat with the rest of his clothes like a makeshift patchwork quilt resting on top of him, his head resting where the seat and back passenger door met.
Other than the wind and his own breathing, the world was silent. Brian lost track of time with only his thoughts to mark its passing. He’d screwed up shit in his life so bad. This was not how he’d pictured his life ending, waiting as cold slowly made its way through the clothing that surrounded him. He worked his hands out of the sleeves of his coat and hugged them to his body. It was a decent coat, but not nearly warm enough for this kind of weather.
The car windows fogged and then formed ice crystals on the inside as the moisture from his breath began to freeze. He’d had such plans for his life. His parents didn’t know shit about anything, and he’d left to make his fortune. He was going to be famous in rodeo. That would show them. His hometown of Casper would throw him a parade when he came to town. Well, that hadn’t happened. He knew now it couldn’t have, no matter what, but he’d been a kid full of delusions of grandeur that the world had slowly pulled away from him. Nothing he planned seemed to happen. He wasn’t talented enough for rodeo, and all he really knew was ranch work, but that didn’t seem to be working out either.
Brian closed his eyes and let the movie of his life play. There was nothing else to do, so he figured he might as well wallow in the screwed-up mess his life had become. He’d had his last ranch job near Cheyenne the longest of any of them. He’d really liked the place too. The owners had been good people and they’d treated him decently, even after they found out about the “liking broncs instead of fillies” thing. But the other hands had been a completely different matter. The news had spread like wildfire, and after that, nothing had gone right. The guys had made sure of that, and then, well, he’d had to leave—in the middle of a harsh winter when no ranch on earth was hiring anybody for anything. His only chance was to find a job somewhere and hope that spring would bring something better. Look at him: thirty-two years old, out of work, crouched in the back of his car to try to stay alive, not really sure he cared if someone rescued him. Maybe it was like his old man had said—he’d have been better off if he’d just curled up somewhere and died. Maybe his father had been prophetic. He certainly had crawled here, and unless someone came along, it looked like he would very well die here.

Friday, November 14, 2014

The Last book of the Travers Brothers, (and why I wrote it)










I thought I should make an explanation as to why I added, Avalanche of the Heart to the Travers Brothers series. The answer is simple. My readers wanted the Sammie Jo Travers story. So I wrote it.

Like most of my last books in a series, this one takes an unexpected turn. I don't know why I do this, but I do. It's like you can't wrap everything up with a neat little bow, there's got to be some changes, as life is full of them. But this particular change won my heart when I got into it. I hope it does yours too.

The premise of the story is: Sammie Jo can't face all the tragedies of home. Her grandfather died, her father is ill, her cousin moved away to college, and her father has to sell the ranch to pay medical bills. (Yes, the 4 Bar-None ranch). It's all too much, so Sammie Jo finds a way to survive it. She buys a saloon in a remote area in Alaska and moves.

Simple enough, but one might think that isn't very heroic of her. Still, when reality hits us in the face, we have to make some tough choices.

Her adventure in Alaska is fun, and she meets some wonderful people, one in particular that she is fascinated with is Cody Talltree. He's a deputy sheriff, with a little baggage of his own.
Cody is different than most of her past dates. He's a real man, not a kid going to college or working the rodeo circuit.

Fitting in and making tremendous changes in her life becomes the norm.

But for a girl who thought she'd be a cowgirl all her life, Sammie Jo matures into a beautiful, and successful young woman. Enjoy the ride as you meet her once more in this last book of the Travers Brothers.


The reason and the only reason I might add I wrote this book, is for the readers. Because I hate to leave them hanging with a character they want to know better. Thanks for suggesting I write this book, it was a lot of fun. Oh, and one more thing, wait until you meet SeeMe!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

REMIND ME: Coming November 17th!

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! 


Remind Me: Coming November 17th 

Coming this Monday will be a story about two people who love each other more than words can say, but life, obstacles and forgetting what brought them together has left them at a crossroads.



After 12 years of marriage, Priscilla Blackwood has decided to leave her husband. Retreating to their mountain cabin, she hopes the time away will help heal the heartache she feels from leaving the only man she’s ever loved.

When Max Blackwood returns home to find out that his wife has left him he is devastated. Refusing to give up on her or the life they’ve built together, he sets out to find her before it is too late. When a winter storm hits his plan to rescue their marriage careens off course.
Will being stranded together in a blizzard be enough to repair their broken relationship? Or will Max be forced to say goodbye to the woman who stole his heart so many years ago.  



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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 

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

WIN THREE erotic romances...

My contest to celebrate the release of Intimate Details is still going on!
It's your chance to WIN THREE of my erotic romances - 17 titles to choose from - contemporary, paranormal, suspense, menage from this list:
 Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
Losing Control - Four and a Half Stars - Sensual Reads
Shameless Desire - Four and a Half Stars - The Jeep Diva
Illicit Intent - Four and a Half Stars - Sensual Reads
Deep Within Me - Four Stars - Romantic Times

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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Does Offering A FREE Book on Amazon Help?

Solstice Publishing offered my novel, The Substitute, for "free" on Amazon from October 31 through November 2, 2014. Not knowing what impact that might have on the ranking of my other novels, I wanted to try that as well. Here is what I learned. The first chart below shows what happened to The Substitute sales ranking during the "free" period. If the chart is to be believed, "free sales" went through the roof. I advertised on social media a lot, so that was a good thing. What happened to the other books in the Miss Havana series; however, surprised me. 

The next chart below shows the impact on the second novel in the series, Oh, Heavens, Miss Havana! To my surprise, there was a jump in ranking there as well. Although I promoted all four books in the series during the "free period" for The Substitute, I did not expect dramatic changes in the ranking of any of the other books, at least not right away. My hope was that, if a reader tried the first book in the series, then perhaps the same reader might be tempted to read the next, and so on. After all, temptation is what Miss Havana is all about.

Next I looked at the ranking for The Trophy Wife, as shown at left. Again, there is significant improvement in ranking. However, this time I also note the bi-modal appearance of the chart. I have no idea why the first spike is in the diagram, and can only conclude that very few sales can lead to large changes in the book's Amazon ranking because my sales are traditionally not all that great. What is clear is that the "free period" for The Substitute did impact the ranking for The Trophy Wife as well. Again, that was a surprise because I expected any increases in ranking, assuming there were some, would come after the promotion period for The Substitute was complete.

Finally, I considered the Amazon ranking for The Training Bra (left). That surprised me too, but only because it shows what I expected from the other books in the first place. For that book, the ranking looks dismal with no change to the downward trend. That's disappointing from my point of view for obvious reasons, but I will now use that novel's Amazon ranking to subsequently determine if the "free period" for The Substitute was worthwhile. In other words, if people like what they found in The Substitute, The Trophy Wife, and Oh, Heavens, Miss Havana! ... then they might buy The Training Bra as well. Only time will tell.

There was another surprise for me in the ranking charts. That is, the book that consistently enjoys the best ranking is Oh, Heavens, Miss Havana! That novel also has consistent five-star ratings. Why is that a surprise? Because it is the only one of the four novels that has a socially redeeming point. The others are written for comedy alone, not for social statement. Maybe there is a message there. From my perspective, however, I would rate on comedy alone, and I consider The Trophy Wife the best, followed by The Training Bra, The Substitute and then Oh, Heavens, Miss Havana! That's just me. I not at all sure that anyone cares what an author thinks about his own books.

I hope this has been helpful for those of you considering offering your book for free on Amazon. I'll let you all know in time if there was a sales impact as well as a ranking impact.

Thank you for reading,

James L. Hatch
http://www.amazon.com/James-L.-Hatch/e/B005CQB6E6



Monday, November 10, 2014

Rope is awesome and you'll get a double whammy in Jenna's Consent!!

Jenna's Consent is FINALLY here!
And I'll tell you a little secret...but you can't share it. It'll just be between you and me.
Come a little closer...
Perfect.
So....Jenna's Consent. Book 6 in the Members Only series. My 12th book published. Love that!
But the secret part?
It's my longest book to date. 125K words. It's...emotional and personal and hands down my favorite thing I've ever written.
There's normally a lot of "me" in each book I write. But this one?
This one is on a whole new level of personal.
I hope you love the next installment of the Members Only Series.
And I hope you like it a little harsh, a little dirty and a WHOLE lotta naughty!! Cause that's what you're going to get with Jenna's story.

It's been a long time coming since she was introduced in Together in Cyn. Cyn knew Jenna had demons in her past. She would cry for Ian in her sleep. Needing him. Hating him. Loving him none the less, no matter what he did to her.

He has a lot to make up for. Epic amounts of sadness and hurt. Betrayal.

And he has someone else wanting her attention, her submission, her love.
Nick.
Who will stop at nothing to finally make her his.

She's faced with the hardest decision of her life and she realizes that she's finally in the right place to submit to everything she's ever dreamed of.




Members Only, Book Six
Every night Jenna spends hours preparing submissives for their Doms at The Library. She encourages them, reassures them as they take a step into the forbidden and urges them never to settle. But when it comes to her own journey, she’s spent years hiding, trapped within the steel cage of her corsets. She can’t hide any longer.
Nick has wanted her since the moment he laid eyes on her but she’s always told him no. Until now. She agrees to be his submissive for a night but he wants more…much more. He unwittingly brings in the one man Jenna never stopped loving and, on the cusp of everything’s he’s ever wanted, he’s not the only one fighting for her heart.
Ian can’t forget her…his Jenna. He walked away years ago, but not this time. This time he’ll settle for nothing but her complete submission.
Three people unable to let go of the past must learn that love—above all else—is worth fighting for.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 Love you guys!!!
Jenn :)






Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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Sunday, November 9, 2014

Married People Fantasize Too

Getting married often means you stop having sex with anyone other than your spouse. (There are exceptions--other than cheating--but I'm not going to get into that today...)

However, it doesn't necessarily mean you stop *fantasizing* about sex with others, or sex with your spouse in a way that it's unlikely they would go along with.

There isn't anything wrong with sexual fantasies, even ones that might seem dark and even disturbing. They're FANTASIES, not reality. I know people who, during masturbation or even sex with a partner, fantasize about things they would never dream of doing in real life. But fantasies can heat up sex with your partner, and sometimes talking about those fantasies can lead to some extra spice.

In my novella Knot Intended, which is a rewrite and expansion of my short story A Little Tied Up (Noble Romance, March 2010; out of print since August 2013), Nolie and Joseph are happily married, but their careers have taken priority over their sex life. When Joseph suggests sexual roleplaying to bring back some of the fire to their marriage, Nolie thinks he's crazy...and when he asks what her deepest fantasy is, she's afraid to tell him. At first.

But when Nolie finally confesses her fantasy, being "kidnapped" and made to do whatever her "captor" commands, it excites Joseph. And several days later, when Joseph brings that fantasy to life, it does more for their marriage than either of them would have expected.

Knot Intended will be released from Loose Id on November 18. Here's a short excerpt:


Joseph let go of her and returned to the chair. “Get over here, bitch.”
Nolie rose and slowly walked across the room. The second she reached him, Joseph grabbed the hem of her shirt and shoved it up. Nolie barely managed to stop herself from taking his hands to stop him. “Be careful,” she said. “You’ll rip it.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Giving me orders, bitch? You think I give a shit if I rip your precious fucking little shirt?” He held his hand up. “Do you want another smack, or should I just bring you to the window?”
“No.” The word spilled from Nolie’s mouth before she could stop herself. She wasn’t ready to tell Joseph enough was enough, but no matter how intrigued she was by the idea of showing herself to strangers, she couldn’t take the risk. “Don’t let anyone else see me. Please. I’m sorry.”
Immediately he let go of her shirt and stepped back, concern again clear in his gaze. “That threat bothers you, huh?”
He wasn’t breaking character. His question was spoken in the same rough tone he’d used since Nolie had found him in the kitchen. But the look in his eyes told her he feared he’d taken things too far.
Despite her own fear, she hastened to reassure him that she wasn’t ready to end the show quite yet. “I’m a teacher. If anyone saw me the way you talked about, it could affect my job. I’m sorry it’s so hard for me to stay quiet. I keep forgetting, but I don’t need punishment to remind me.” She paused as an idea came to her. “Besides, if anyone saw me, someone might rescue me before you’re done. You want to play with your toy as long as possible, don’t you? Maybe if you put something in my mouth, I’d be able to stay quiet. Not a gag, though. Something else.”
“Fucking slut. You want to suck my cock.” His gaze hardened, and Nolie knew she’d persuaded him to continue their game. “Are you some kind of freak, getting turned on by this?”
She pressed her lips together to hold back a triumphant smile. “That’s up to you to decide.”
“Just keep your fucking mouth shut. Don’t make me warn you again.” He took hold of her shirt again. “This shirt’s kind of pretty. I guess I can see why you don’t want me to ruin it. Take it off. Bra too.”
Nolie waited for him to let go of her, not daring to point out to him that she couldn’t remove the shirt with him holding it. After a moment, he narrowed his eyes and stepped back. “Hurry the fuck up.”
Turning away from Joseph, Nolie quickly obeyed. She set her bra and shirt on the bed and looked at her husband again.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

I Have A Newspaper Muse

With all the paper media closing down, there must be a lot of muses from the newspapers and magazines out there looking for work, and I think one of them found me.

You might wonder why I think this. I’ve talked many times about my love of submission calls. Each one is like a bright exciting new world. I never know where my mind is going to travel with one of those calls. But I don’t think it’s only the request that gets my creative juices flowing, or the direction the call gives me. I think it’s also the deadline.

I have a crazy uncanny ability to come up with a fantastic idea for a submission call about a month before it’s due. Which means I’m racing towards the finish, sending my baby into an editor on the last day its due, bleary eyed from lack of sleep because I wanted to read it through one more time.
The first couple of times this happened, I thought it was just coincidence. Just coincidence that I came up with the perfect idea only a month before the due date. Just happenstance that I didn’t think of this idea three months before when I first read the submission call and had more than enough time to write this story and sleep. But after the tenth or so time it’s happen, I’m thinking it’s not just coincidence. It’s because I have a newspaper muse. Used to working under a tight deadline, being directed on what story to take, my muse seems to love the pressure and stress of having not enough time to write a story. And if the last few years are any indication, she’s going to do what she wants, regardless of what I have to say about.

But I can’t be too mad at her. At least she’s bringing me ideas. I’d rather be crazy rushed to get something out, then not have any ideas at all.

My newest release was the same way. Inspired by a submission call back in April it was a mad dash to the finish this story on schedule to make sure it was published in time for the holidays (remember a few months ago when I mentioned I might be stepping back into the Christmas arena, this is the story I was thinking about). Owned for Christmas tells the tale of Kate Baker and her desire for two men. Brothers, as different as night and day, regardless of how much they look alike. Grant is a hard Dom, that’s willing to fulfil her every erotic dream. Daniel is kind and sensitive, he wants to marry her and settle down. How can Kate choose between these two men? Or does she have to? Can she be owned by both of them this Christmas?


Owned for Christmas goes on presale next Friday, November 14th, and will be available for early download at Totallybound.com on Friday, November 28th.  I hope you’ll check it out.

Friday, November 7, 2014

What did you read as a kid?


I wish I had something interesting to talk about this month but I don't. I'm not writing right now, the review blog has slowed down and I'm neck deep in being a mom.

This coming Monday, I am working the book fair at our son's school.  I've never done that before so it should be a blast.  Of course, I'll be researching MG (middle grade) books over the weekend so I'll have a clue when the kiddo's come and ask me questions.  Our son is into Gerinomo Stilton, Percy Jackson and *sniff* he wants a James Patterson book.  That makes this momma very happy.

So my question today is what was your favorite childhood book growing up?

Mine...Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary.  I wasn't much of  a Nancy Drew kind of gal.

Until next month, when hopefully I will have something more interesting to say.


Thursday, November 6, 2014

Controversy and Authors behaving badly... #RomFantasy

Does controversy ever sell the book? Can one author behaving badly ruin that book’s marketability? It’s been years since this happened to me, but I still have to wonder, not only why, but if the shit-kicking I took because of someone else’s attitude has destroyed the saleability of an otherwise well reviewed and fun escapist fantasy tale.

Some people will always subscribe to the “any publicity is good publicity” mindset, but I’ve been on the receiving end of some of the nastier notice a book can get from time to time, and I don’t believe for a moment that all publicity helps gets a product or a person noticed. What it does do is taint a book, or an author, and leave them wondering what the hell they ever did to warrant the attack that is often like a train bearing down on them without warning.

Years ago I published a story that was mainly fantasy action, using the mythical aspects of ninja legends and the mysterious cinematic presence that has made them popular over the years. I consulted a couple of martial arts people who area also attached to the entertainment industry, and we generally agreed that in a book that is being marketed as a romantic fantasy type of story, creative license is certainly the order of the day. Much to my surprise, it was that approval from experts that pretty much incited another author to literally become a stalker and bully for several days. I won’t name the person, any more than I would accede to his demands for my “sources” when writing and researching  the story. The insanity that followed my posting a review I found amusing led to so much vitriol it still stuns me.

The original publisher is now defunct, and earlier this year, Crimson Frost Books decided to reprint a new and improved version of the tale. The name remains the same, and the story is still what it was meant to be, part thriller, and part erotic romance. It’s a hot little story that was generally well received by the audience who recognized it for what it was meant to be–a bit of escapist fun.

We’ve seen a lot written about not engaging in abuse and stalking down people on the internet, and that seems to be falling by the wayside so much more nowadays. Reviewers and authors alike seem to think it’s okay to lash out if things aren’t the way they personally feel they should be. I still believe silence is sometimes the best route to go, and professionals don’t engage in pissing contests with detractors anyway. They do what they are meant to do, continue writing and leaving the malcontents to eat themselves alive with their personal demons.

If you’re interested in a fun and exciting adventure with a sizzling hot romance at the core, check out the new and improved:

RETRIBUTION:
Silent Death
Contemporary Action/Thriller

Publisher  •  Amazon

Adam Walker is one of the Company’s best field agents, a highly trained, well-honed killing machine when that’s what’s needed. But, he’s also a man of many secrets, and one of them is that he’s a ninja, one of Japan’s mythical death warriors. When another of Adam’s secrets, his lover Kiku, is killed, he turns to the one person he trusts, fellow agent Shainna Barton. While Shainna covers for him on a mission, Adam metes out his revenge, and discovers that his friendship with Shainna has a much deeper meaning that either of them ever realized…

EXCERPT:

Adam's steps were sure and silent as he made his way to the rear of the small theater. Exhaustion consumed him, but the residue of rushing adrenaline afforded his body a moment of false energy. Successful in yet another assignment—when the body turned up with the stolen files, there'd be no questions asked. Business as usual.

Still, the timing had been off, and there'd been no time to warn Kiku to stay at home. Uneasiness whispered inside him again, as it had for most of the past hour. Not for the first time during recent weeks, though . . . . He wondered if it had been wise to reject her desire to take their relationship to a more intimate involvement. Loving Kiku was as natural to him as breathing. But being her lover was something he hadn't honestly considered. Not until she'd brought it to his attention.

Why he hadn't noticed her love changing to passion baffled him now, as he thought about it. He'd told her intimacy of that kind would create distractions within his mind—the kind that might one day get them both killed. She'd been skeptical, though uncharacteristically reticent about explaining why, when he questioned her quick acceptance of his decision.

He thrust the doubts aside as he reached her office and entered. As always, the closet-like room appeared in complete chaos. An organized mess, she called it. He crossed the short space and picked up the phone as he settled on the edge of her desk. He was about to dial her home number when a flicker of movement drew his attention to the small, private parking lot separating the theater from a large apartment building next door. Adam slipped the receiver into its cradle and moved to stand in the shadows next to the small window behind her desk.

He spotted Kiku's nearly naked body and he froze. Instinct guided him as fear and rage surged through him. Reaching beyond the haze of tumultuous emotions, he drew on his training. A careful look at Kiku told him she was dead . . . her neck broken. Again, the flicker of shadows betrayed a presence. He waited. Seconds passed, so drawn out by tension they felt like hours, but one-by-one he saw each figure with striking clarity. And in that brief instant, each of the five faces was burned indelibly into his memory. He knew one of them by name, and recognized the others as students of Caisson's dojo. The heavy weight of the gun under his left arm all but spoke to him the alluring suggestion to pull the weapon and use it was so tempting. Adam had to force himself to resist using his weapon, a task made all the more difficult when Caisson bent over Kiku and placed a mocking kiss on her forehead.

He tore his gaze away, no longer trusting his ability to control his grief-enhanced rage. As he leaned against the wall, he realized he'd been holding his breath. Slowly, he exhaled, shaking uncontrollably despite his imposed strength of will.

When the wracking spasms of anguish subsided, he emerged from the theater's office and left without looking back.

* * * * *

Less than half an hour later, Adam slipped into Kiku's small flat. Like her office, it was in disarray, although not to the same exaggerated extent. He did a thorough, systematic search of the entire four rooms, removing every trace of his presence in her life. The items were few, for he seldom left even the smallest of articles behind. No photographs of them to be found, together or individually, a house rule they'd agreed to years earlier.

Hovering in the doorway, he took one final look at the place. It was so much like her, he thought, inhaling the light residue of sandalwood incense in the air. Books on every subject to satisfy her insatiable thirst for knowledge were strewn about, along with old theater posters, exotically painted masques, and cassettes and CDs in various languages. Despite his protestations, a map hung on the wall, dotted with postcards from the countries they'd traveled together. He hesitated for a moment then decided to collect the cards and destroy the map.

When he finished, he locked the door and turned his back on this place, too. Kiku would have expected nothing less from him.

* * * * *

Shainna Barton sighed in weariness as she kicked open the door to her apartment to drag her luggage inside. She'd been out of the country for over a month this time, and home seemed more appealing than she would have thought possible. She was growing tired in more ways than one.

A quick slam and the door shut firmly, leaving her in the silent, air-conditioned sanctuary she'd bought only a year before, a purchase she'd recognized as the first step toward her accepting pending retirement from the field.

She'd called home the night before, and her oldest and dearest friend had opened the apartment and stocked the cupboards for her. DeeDee Caulwell was one of the few constants in Shainna's life. She honestly didn't know what she'd do without her.

The phone rang. She stole a glance at the caller ID. Dee. Shainna dropped her shoulder bag and flopped into a chair as she grabbed the phone. The worry in DeeDee's voice hit before the actual words, and Shainna automatically reached for the TV remote control to turn on the news report her friend was going on about with such dread. The reporter's words ran together as Shainna's world twisted wildly on its axis. Her pulse roared so loud in her ears she barely heard DeeDee say she was on her way over.

* * * * *

From her window seat, Shainna looked out at the night sky. Her chill had very little to do with the air-conditioned air. The ice reached into her soul and expanded outward to her quivering limbs. She wasn't prone to infatuation, never had been, but there was something almost obsessive in her passion for Adam Walker. They were friends; the relationship worked for them. But Shainna had realized, long ago, the hunger she felt in Adam's company had precious little to do with being friends. If she'd been less honest, she would have hated Kiku Shimoda, simply for being the love in Walker's life. But Shainna was too much a realist to pretend the other woman was the reason Adam didn't love her.

She sighed and closed her eyes, letting her head thump gently against the wall at her back. Adam's amazing topaz eyes came into focus so quickly she was startled to discover he wasn't next to her. She could feel him, though. All around her. Inside her heart. His pain was agonizing—and total. He was out there, and by now, he knew.

"What are you going to do, Adam?" She asked the question aloud, as was her custom when working possible angles to a puzzle. She shivered when the answer, like a cold caress, brushed her consciousness—a promise of mayhem and death—as if Adam had spoken directly into her mind. They'd been connected on some level for what felt like forever. And in that moment, she wondered if he'd actually heard her and responded.

Before the odd thought could create another conundrum for her to ponder, she was distracted by a knock at the door. She crossed the room and opened the door, breathing a thankful sigh at the sight of her friend.

"Are you all right?"

She shut the door as DeeDee glided past, shedding her coat and tossing it into a chair before she turned to Shainna.

"I'm still trying to take in what's happened." Shainna confessed. "This is going to destroy Adam. Especially when he finds out what the press is reporting. I don't even know where to find him, Dee!"

"Maybe that's for the best." DeeDee's features showed visible concern.

Adam Walker was always a touchy subject between them, and the gentle censure in her friend's voice made Shainna's temper flare.

"Okay, Shain." DeeDee held up her hands in a gesture of surrender before Shainna had time to snap. "Truce. Back off. What are you planning, anyway?"

"If I know Adam, he's going to find who did this." She paced, chewed her thumbnail, and tried to make her brain function past her fear for the man. Kiku was the world to Adam, and Shainna knew—via the Division grapevine—the two had been a solid couple for some time. Whether or not the rumors were based on truth wasn't relevant to her heart. She'd tried not to resent Kiku for Adam's lack of interest, but it hadn't been easy when every part of her spirit and body cried for the man in ways she wished rather to never have experienced.

"And . . . ." She finally added. "He's going to make them pay for what they did to her—in blood."

"That sounds like Adam," DeeDee agreed, her tone reflecting her dislike and her near contempt for the man they discussed.

"Why do you hate him so much?"

Startled, DeeDee didn't answer for a moment, then she laughed. "I hate what he does to you. Adam himself means nothing to me. I know you'd walk through hell for him, and he wouldn't have to ask you to do it. What would he do for you, Shain?"

"The same thing if I needed him."

"You're so certain of that. Why?"

"Because he's Adam. Because what exists between us is a lot deeper than simply trusting another agent with your back."

"What happened in Italy last year?" DeeDee asked. "You've never said much, but something changed between you and Adam on that mission."

"Yeah, we took our last day and went sight-seeing like normal people. I got drunk and told him I loved him. We blamed the wine the next day, and pretended it never happened."

"What did he say?"

"I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies."

DeeDee's frown of confusion made Shainna laugh. "It's a quote we found earlier that day, a 15th century Italian poet called Pietro Aretino wrote it. Adam told me we were friends, there was no room for anything else between us."

"But he's always willing to ask you to risk your life for him!"

"It's my job, Dee. And his!"

"Not this time. This time it's personal, so you should stay out of it."

"How am I supposed to do that? He's going to need backup, and if I know Adam, he's going to make it clear he wants me."

"Doesn't mean Michael will agree." DeeDee reasoned. She'd been fidgeting and tidying up the apartment from the moment she'd started the conversation. Now, she stopped moving. "He does have some control over Adam."

Shainna laughed at DeeDee's careful words, barely recognizing the shrill, hysterical edge that turned the sound brittle. "No one controls Adam," she said, barely above a whisper. "Michael knows that better than anyone."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Shainna trembled. "Wait." She returned to the window and stared into the night once again. "I'm going to wait for him. What else can I do?"

Publisher  •  Amazon