Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Guest blog with Tracey Kitts

Put a little umph in it

I get asked fairly often, as I’m sure other authors do, “Why do you write about that stuff?” Meaning one of a few specific things, “Why do I write about werewolves/vampires?” or “Why do you write romance?” or more specific, “Why do you write about sex?”

It amazes me that in the society we now live, people are so afraid of the subject. Sex is not a bad thing. I truly believe that both sex and romance are healthy and for one to work out right you really need the other. But, that’s just my perspective. As I have often said, I write what I enjoy. I also get asked, “Where do you get your ideas?” That’s a tough question, considering my ideas come from everywhere. I don’t think most people realize how difficult this one is to answer. They probably also don’t realize how they look at me like I’m a nut when I try to explain. Ha. Ha.

A good portion of my ideas comes from my dreams. Literally. I don’t mean my hopes and ambitions, I mean those little movies that play in my head when I sleep. (Another reason why I’m angry when I don’t get enough rest.) If it weren’t for my dreams, some of my best scenes would never have been written. Dreaming about something gives me the remarkable pleasure of being able to live it from the inside out. I believe that being able to tell a story as if you’ve lived it makes all the difference in the world.

For example, with my latest release Frank and The Werewolf Tamer, I saw every aspect of our hero, Frank. I envisioned him in all of his perfection, felt the heat rising from his skin, felt the stubble of an unshaved beard against his face. If you can’t close your eyes and visualize characters this way, how can you ever expect the reader to do so? By the time I put a character onto the page, I can tell you what his kiss tastes like and whether or not he needs moisturizer on his hands.

I don’t believe in just taking an idea and writing about it. I believe in taking an idea and putting a little umph in it.

You can find out more about Tracey at www.traceyhkitts.com

Her latest release is Frank and The Werewolf Tamer, an erotic paranormal romance, available exclusively on Amazon Kindle.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Guest Post with Karen Booth

Tempting Brits, Dual POV, and Getting Dragged From the Mud

Karen Stivali and I have been critique partners for just under two years. Our co-authored erotic romance, Long-Distance Lovers, will be out in February from Ellora’s Cave. Karen and I talked about co-writing since we first began working together, but we didn’t find time until we were both in the throws of the submission process with our first full-length novels.

Other writers and friends have asked how we handled the mechanics of co-authoring. We started with good old-fashioned brainstorming (via instant message, that’s the non-old-fashioned part). We both like complex characters, so the starting point was Tim and Jenna. After that, it was a matter of getting to know them and their back-stories, how they would meet, what their difficulties would be, and how they would fall in love.  

We knew we wanted Tim to be a musician and we had to make him British as we both have a preoccupation with Brits. Tim’s physical attributes came quickly—we both had the same type in mind. His personality embodies much of what Karen and I adore about British men. There’s no denying a sensitive bloke with a quick wit and an enthusiastic sex drive. It’s very appealing.

Jenna, our heroine, came together in an uncanny way, both of us drawn to eerily similar traits for her, on our own. Jenna’s very strong, but there’s a real vulnerability to her because of her past. That’s part of what Tim is attracted to, but that also becomes a stumbling block when things fall apart.

In terms of the writing, we went with dual POV. Karen S wrote Tim’s parts and I wrote Jenna’s. We alternated as we went—she would write one scene, I would write the next scene and so on. When one of us came up with a new plot point, we inserted it into a shared master plan to keep track of where the story was going.

One of the best things about co-authoring is having the chance to bounce ideas off someone who not only knows the story as well as you do, but also has as much emotionally invested in it. When you get stuck, there’s that other person there to drag you out of the mud.

Blurb for Long-Distance Lovers:

British musician Tim Wentworth trades his London flat for an apartment in
NYC so he can record with a promising American band, but when he arrives
in Manhattan he learns that the gig has been canceled. With no job and a
two month stay in the States he wonders if the whole trip has been a waste
of time, until he meets the charming and talented jewelry designer, Jenna

Unlike the groupies who throw themselves at Tim after shows, Jenna
couldn’t be less impressed by his music credentials. Bad experiences have
caused her to have a strict “no musicians” policy. When Tim rescues Jenna
from the advances of an obnoxious drunk they strike up a friendship that
in spite of her rules, turns into a passionate affair full of intense and
unexpected emotions. As they try to find a way to prolong their time
together, a family tragedy forces Tim to return to England. Jenna and Tim
must each decide how far they’re willing to go to see if their whirlwind
romance can lead to a lifetime of love.

You can learn more about Karen Stivali at http://karenstivali.com

You can learn more about Karen Booth at http://karenbooth.net

Karen S and Karen B also maintain a site at http://thekarens.com

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Guest blog with Tea Trelawyn

Have a Little Story with Your Erotica

It’s just porn for women—that’s what some people say about erotic romance stories. As a writer of erotic romances, I protest. Porn is written for the purpose of titillation. It is usually one sex scene after another, strung together with the thinnest strands of story—if any. There is no emotional attachment between the characters.

On the other hand, erotic romance so carefully intertwines love scenes and story plot that the two can’t be separated. The characters feel more than lust for each other—although that is a major element—and that emotional connection shows in their lovemaking. They might not fall in love for happily-ever-after, but their relationship will resolve in a way that is satisfying for them as well as readers. And the sex scenes are not only hot, but romantic.

The main plot of my paranormal erotic romance series of novelettes, Moon Racers, revolves around a series of deaths that have occurred wherever this coven of motorcycle racing Texas vampires travels. The men in the coven were each turned through a virus passed on by their sires. As long as they remain together, they can live pretty much as normal men—except for greater strength, longer lives and their need to consume blood. But anyone who tries to leave the coven endures intense pain as well as an insatiable thirst to live feed—whether the donor is willing or not.

In the first book of Moon Racers, Start Your Engines, Cherry Lee discovers that the love of her life, who supposedly died in a fiery motorcycle crash, is alive…sort of. Rory Shaw is a vampire, turned the night of his accident. He almost killed a woman shortly after his turning and so has avoided Cherry. But now that she’s found him again, can he resist the woman who holds his heart, especially when she turns up the heat and sparks his insatiable appetite for her flesh…and blood? And what about the mysterious deaths that have occurred near Moon Racers events? Although they appear to be accidents, the fact that each body was drained of blood is suspicious and alarming.

In book two, Lay It Down, Kei Lee and Cameron Shaw share a past filled with lovemaking to the extreme. But Cam's racing career drove them apart. Now Kei is back in Cam's life, looking for her sister, Cherry. Cam has the information...and a secret. Will Kei accept his vampire nature and return to his arms on a permanent basis? Or will a possible killer part them for eternity?

As of now, I plan two more novelettes in the Moon Racers series, featuring a different sexy couple in each book. The mysterious ‘accidents’ will draw ever closer to the coven until the truth is revealed. Interwoven with this suspenseful plot will be plenty of explicit love scenes that live up to the genre of erotic romance.

Téa Trelawny


Start Your Engines:

Barnes and Noble http://tinyurl.com/3bfpygw

Lay It Down:

Smash Words:   http://tinyurl.com/bvkng74

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Guest Post with BJ McCall

Playing With Fire

If you play with fire you’re going to get burned. But if you write dragon shifter books the burn is pure pleasure.

I often look to the sky for inspiration. Winged creatures have the freedom to soar high above the earth and ride the wind. I live on the Central California coast and enjoy watching gulls, terns, pelicans and the occasional hawk. If I couldn’t have wings and experience flight, I decided to give the gift of flight to my characters, creating shape-shifting winged heroes and heroines.

My dragons soar and dive. Their wings flap, flutter and snap. Although their wings are important, dragons are far more complex. They have horns, scales, talons and beautiful long tails. They breathe fire and blow smoke and that’s why I love dragon shifters. All that fire stirs my imagination.

My first adventure in the world of dragons was Heartfire. The book is part of a sci-fi vampire series I wrote for Changeling Press. My hero is a vampire and I wanted to give him a real challenge, a heroine with the ability to shift into the form of a dragon.

I loved my heroine so much I wrote Kiss of Fire and Nightflyer.

Dragon shifter characters are so unique and exciting I decided to do a series titled Dragonfire. My dragons must find their one true mate for only then will they experience dragonfire.

Book one is Captured. My heroine, Zira, has been captured and placed in an aviary as a pet for the tyrant, Targus. Her keeper, Laros, is a handsome, human thrall and his job is to take care of the fierce dragon and see that it flies for his master’s pleasure. Laros doesn’t know that Zira is a shifter and that she’s plotting her escape.

Book two of the Dragonfire series is Chosen about a female shifter whose fate was preordained because of a deal struck between her ancestor and a powerful sorcerer a thousand years ago. Changeling Press released Chosen this month, the perfect way to kick off the Year of the Dragon.


A thousand years ago, two dragon clans went to war over a cache of gold. To end the war, a sorcerer hid the gold and foretold of the birth of a female bearing the mark of the dragon.

Born with a dragon on her hip, Karis Nordrath is the chosen, and because of the mark she's been guarded all of her life. According to legend, the location of the gold will be revealed when the chosen is bonded with her dragon mate, but the only dragon that stirs Karis' fire is bodyguard, Rett Aurumon.

Rett left the Fire Mountains to follow a wanderlust he couldn't explain until he laid eyes on Karis. Hired as her bodyguard, Rett doesn't know if his true role is protector or mate. He doesn't know Karis is the chosen, but he knows she's the one.

CHOSEN is the second book in my Dragonfire series and is available now from Changeling Press.


Rett Aurumon stood in the front foyer of Gaden Hazac’s apartment waiting for his client. He walked to the end of the foyer, careful not to step into the spacious living room of glass, chrome and leather. The room had all the warmth of the man who lived within its pale gray walls.

Barefoot and wearing a pair of black sweats, Hazac entered the living room. “She’ll be ready shortly. Her hair was mussed.”

The tone of the lawyer’s voice and his lack of clothing got the point across. Hazac wanted Rett to know he and Miss Nordrath had had sex. Rett had often wondered why the man felt it necessary to make this point to a bodyguard.

Rett liked his job and his growing feelings for the woman he was hired to protect were disturbing, but he was certain of one thing. He disliked Gaden Hazac. “Thank you, Mr. Hazac.”

The lawyer walked over to a wet bar and poured himself a drink. Then Hazac turned his back on Rett and stared out the window at the city skyline.

Rett hadn’t expected his client’s boyfriend to engage him in conversation, and he’d never been invited into the living area of the apartment. Rett didn’t mind remaining in the foyer without benefit of restroom or a drink of water. The job required hours of tedious waiting. At least Rett didn’t have to listen to Hazac and his client making love.

The driver called to tell Rett the armored vehicle was in front of the building. Rett disconnected and his client entered the living room. Her dark gold hair was loose, flowing over her shoulders. She wore a bright blue blouse that complemented her eyes and a gray skirt that accentuated her trim figure.

Rett longed to let his gaze drift slowly down her shapely legs to the high heels she wore, but he kept his focus.

Hazac hustled to her side and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Hey, baby.”

When Hazac leaned down to kiss her, Miss Nordrath turned so that his lips brushed her cheek. She looked at Rett. “Is the car ready?”

“Waiting out front, Miss Nordrath.”

His client stepped back, extricating herself from Hazac. “Goodnight, Gaden.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Hazac said.

Rett opened the front door and checked the hallway. As he escorted his client out of the apartment, Rett glanced at Hazac. “Goodnight, Mr. Hazac.”

The lawyer glared at him, then downed his drink.

When they reached the elevator, Rett pushed the call button. “Did you have a nice evening, Miss Nordrath?”

She sighed. “Not one of my best.”

They stepped into the empty elevator. “Are you headed home, Miss?”

“Yes, thank you.”

As the car descended, Rett took advantage of the private moment to admire his client. She was twenty-seven, stunningly beautiful, with a generous smile and a musical laugh. Her features were delicate, her pale golden skin was flawless, her neck graceful, her breasts nicely rounded, her waist trim, her ass perfect and her legs long.

And the dreams she wrought were making his nights pure agony.

She glanced at him and smiled. Rett was sure she’d caught him looking, but was saved by the loud ding of the elevator bell, announcing they’d descended to the lobby floor. The doors opened. Rett stepped out first and checked the building’s foyer before his client exited the car.

He repeated the security check as they exited the building.

“Rett, why don’t you call me Karis?”

Because I need the reminder that I’m just an employee.

“I’m following instructions, Miss.”

“My father’s instructions? You have my permission to call me Karis.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

He opened the back door of the Nordrath vehicle. Karis’ car was heavily armored with a trained driver at the wheel. Rett rarely left her side.

She climbed into the vehicle, then looked up at Rett and grinned. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

He grinned back. “No, Miss.”

Rett shut the heavy door. He’d never say it out loud, but that wouldn’t stop him from thinking of her as Karis.

Friday, January 27, 2012

How nutty are you? We authors have our share of gems!

A few weeks ago I did a luncheon talk. One of those sing-for-your-chicken events.
I wanted to do something different and not talk about my latest book, which I figured the other 3 speakers would do. (They did.)
I came up with a list of nutty traits of authors.
Bet you have one or 2 of your own. And of course, because each of us--author or tinker, tailor, solider, spy-- is goofy in our own tiny ways, I wonder if you have a trait that your family considers Ding-Dong. 
Here are mine: 
Writers are glamorous people.
We are obsessive, compulsive.
We don’t dare eat bonbons.  We’d weigh 500 pounds.
We’re lucky if we get up from our chairs to down a glass of water.
We work in our robes.
And our pjs.
(They are usually ratty. Please donate to your favorite author a new robe or set of pjs at every birthday and Christmas.)
I do love great French and Italian (expensive!) lingerie. (Pictured here from:  http://www.agentprovocateur.com )
We walk around with glazed eyes.
You can talk to us, we often don’t hear.
You know we don’t hear you. Why? You must repeat everything and ask us to regurgitate it later.

Also, please be warned: We are not neat people.
Our desks have no visible wood.
Our files are scattered everywhere.
We read so much, so often that we leave piles of TBR books everywhere. As well as on our e-readers.
Why? Because NOTHING is beyond our interest.

We can tell you at any moment any of the following:
If Napoleon died of arsenic poisoning. (He didn’t.)
Who King Tut’s father and mother were. (Aknaton and his second wife.)
Describe how a cow’s C-section is done.  It ain’t pretty.
How much an adult longhorn weighs.  1000-2500 lbs.
How to kill someone in a locked building without leaving trace evidence.
The differences between MI5 and MI6 and why exactly you should know this.

What’s more, we tell you these things often!
At dinner. At cocktail parties. During soccer or ballet class carpools.
Our children are filled with this stuff.
MY children call it: MOM”S USELESS FACTS.
Please note, all 3 of my children are writers. One was a poet. One is a filmmaker. The third writes for the corporate world’s CEOs.
All my children now spout their own interesting tidbits! Therefore, this kind of odd behavior is INFECTIOUS.

Where do we go for fun and excitement?
Authors go on great research trips…and if you belong to our families, you may come too.
What are they?
The Forensic Lab of the Texas Rangers in Austin, Texas.
Vineyards in Napa or France. Wine as education!  Where else could that be such a joy?
SHAKEPEAREAN FESTIVALs. Where one learns more going on those back stage tours than ever in a book. We learn how to make wigs and when and how period costumes are made.
We go to intriguing places.
BARCELONA and the 4 Cats where Pablo Picasso dined.
Venice and old cafes.
The creepy underbelly of rickety 12th century castles!

We authors never tire of this stuff!
What is your quirky little tendency? Any that affect your family?
Tell us!
And this is my latest release, out for Valentine's Day from Decadent Publishing with my TOYS-4-US buddies! 5000 brief words of love and scorching hot sex!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Welcome to my world

Hi everyone,
Well...I’m blogging, scary really. I mean I have to have something to say. But then I’m a wordsmith, a writer whose job it is to put words to paper, or in my case to fill a blank computer screen, so it should be easy. Yeah right!

But firstly I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Jane Beckenham and I'm a romance writer from Auckland, New Zealand, where by the way it's meant to be summer and it's been raining since Christmas.

I began writing romance about 11 years ago after chatting to someone on line. With her encouragement I sat down and started writing...and I haven't stopped yet. Like most writers, I was an avid reader and particularly of romances, though I don't know anyone in my family who reads them, but since I began writing I’ve discovered that my uncle was a writer and my mother too wrote lots of short stories about her life during the war years. But why write romance?

I suppose it's because you start out writing what you like to read.
But then what is romance? I wonder if that word means different things to different people, a bit like how things taste to each of us, or the way the same fragrance can smell differently from one person to another. The Oxford Dictionary online states that romance is...(paraphrased)

• a feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love
• a love affair, especially one that is not very serious or long-lasting:
a holiday romance
• a book or film dealing with love in a sentimental or idealized way
• a genre of fiction dealing with love in a sentimental or idealized way
• a feeling of mystery, excitement, and remoteness from everyday life:

This sure works for me. Excitement. Taking oneself away from every day life. Isn't that what the first flush of romance or love (heck even lust) is? That excitement of the possibility of what could be.

And I think as a writer this is what excites us each time we start a new story. The thrill of what could be, what is going to happen to these two characters who have hurdles to charge over if they are ever going to find true love.

In my book Secrets and Seduction, the heroine Leah is totally off marriage after a disastrous one which has left her crippled with debt, but also so untrusting of men and the choices she made. Then she meets her dead husband's brother. Attraction is there. So too is lust – big time. But how do you trust a man who is related to the dead husband who bullied and blackmailed you. It's a big road to cross for Leah if she is to find love again.

Then there's Taylor Sullivan in He's the One. Everyone in her family are geniuses, and they think she should be just like them. But she's not. She's a wedding planner. Taylor doesn't fit the mold, but then she's also desperate to lose her virginity. I mean who ever heard of a wedding planner who hasn't experienced what it's all about. Best business idea – hire the sexiest commitment phobe guy in town to do the deed, but then of course, romance gets in the way.

All this talk of romance got me thinking. What about my own life? I mean I write romance, so I have to have experienced it- right.

Dead right. I met my darling nearly 30 years ago on a blind date – tick that off as romantic – it wasn't a dud date. Then we married 11 months later. - that's another tick to romance.

But what happens when the flush wears off. Well, there are 2 moments I will tell you about that I think are really romantic. Let's see what you think. On my 30th birthday – unfortunately now a very long time ago – I awoke to find a lovely ruby ring on my pillow – an eternity ring – so I reckon that's pretty high up there on the romance stakes.

But wait...there's more.

We'd been married for about 13 years when we adopted our daughters from Russia. I flew off and was away for 6 weeks. Arriving home with our two little girls was so exciting, (and exhausting after a 40 hour flight), but lo and behold the next morning I awake to another ring on my pillow... This time it's four sapphires, and my darling says “there's one stone for each of us”. Now I’d say that that tops it for romance. What do you think?

I asked a few fellow writers what they think romance is – here’s their answers.

Yvonne Walus (http://yewalus.kiwiwebhost.net.nz/) - an award winning writer of SF, crime and romance books says: "What does romance mean to me? Married for 20 years to my childhood sweetheart, I ponder the question as I balance the laptop on my thigh in my husband's family holiday house. I've spent three weeks here, among 6 adults and 5 small children, so you will forgive me if romance is not at the forefront of my mind. Deep in the recesses, however, I'm dreaming about an island with palm fronds and white sandy beaches, a candle-lit dinner table set for two, a Jacuzzi, a chilled bottle of champagne.... Back to reality, however, my husband is shouldering the suitcase-packing chore and the children's bath, so that I can write in peace. This, on a very prosaic level, is also extremely romantic."

Abbey MacInnis (www.abbeymacinnish.com) says "I love creating flawed heroes and heroines who are perfect for each other. I love the process of discovery that each character goes through. In fiction, as in life, loving yourself is the most important thing because you can't love anyone else otherwise. I hope that perhaps I'll give a reader somewhere the courage to change their life for the better, even if just in some small way. I started writing romance because I love how reading them makes me feel. I'm happier, lighter, freer. My worries disappear for a while. And when I return to the real world, I have a different outlook on my problems/ Love can inspire hope and optimism. And sometimes, all we need is a little hope that everything will be alright."

So I guess I'll keep on dreaming of knights on white chargers (or at least a white Mustang) and happy endings. Because that's what we all want, right? If you want to check out my latest romance - Secrets and Seduction - go to www.janebeckenham.com

Happy reading
Jane Beckenham

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Revisions Rock

Well, sometimes they do. I'm doing major revisions to a time travel novel that's under contract and--believe it or not, I'm having fun. Being a pantser I truly enjoy the unexpected situations my characters lead me into. But my biggest problem with the story is the historical settings. Since I write historical fantasy, I can get away with some things that aren't true of the era, but I like to keep the clothing semi-accurate.

Which brings me to an unexpected resource. Paper dolls. Yep! Those cutout dolls and dresses some of us used to play with before there were Barbies. What I've discovered is a wonderful source of what things were called in say 1200 AD. I do sometimes wish, however, that the authors would put in a figure with arrows pointing at the item. If you need help in this area, costuming, try Dover Publications/paper dolls.

Well, I'm back to revisions. But I'll leave you with a blurb from my Valentine's Day release--His Virtual Gift from eXtasy Books.

February 14, 3000: The destruction of the universe is at hand, unless their burning passion can grow into trust␣and love.
Traveling through space to a secret rendezvous point, Venusian Princess Jynx can␣t help but dream of the sexy prince she has been ordered to negotiate a treaty with and to marry. The Triangulum Prince Kemen is fascinated by the beautiful princess, but he is keeping a secret that threatens their galaxies␣ existence.
Their negotiations with each other and with the third galaxy believed to be a threat don␣t seem to be going anywhere, but Jynx and Kemen␣s passion builds to peaks of ecstasy in dreams and in person. But their shared nightmares portend complete annihilation.
Even with destruction looming, on the most romantic day in the universe, what can a man give a woman who has everything?

So long for now,
Dee Brice
Erotic Fantasies Where Nothing is Forbidden

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Top Ten Things You Never Knew....

....About Your Newest Diva....Liz!

I am very possibly the least organized person who can make myself look organized you will ever encounter. Between running marketing and promotions for my business, writing, editing, handling kid schedules and a busy executive spouse, I fake it well.

I have a ginormous, possibly unhealthy obsession with .... no, not vamps, nor weres, nor dudes who play them but SOCCER and the men who play it!  My favs mostly play in the Spanish League but let's just say a huge portion of my cable bill is dedicated to all the soccer channels I get.  I like it and them so much I wrote a book! It's what we do, no?  "Caught Offside" is part of the Decadent Publishing 1NightStand series and there is a sequel in the works.

I have lived in three different countries, even birthed my third kid in one, and have travelled extensively. My ex-pat life in Istanbul Turkey inspired a series of additional 1NightStand stories: Turkish Delights. All three of them (Turkish Delights, Blue Cruise and Tulip Princess) have gotten great reviews and generated both a prequel (The Diplomat's Daughter) and a follow up (Flower Passage: Tarkan's Story) both novellas coming soon from Decadent. 

My muse's name is Hans. He is six feet four inches of blonde haired blue eyed irresistible heat whom I dress in lederhosen....and nothing else.  Currently, he is whispering in my ear about that follow up soccer story: Man. On.  But I must smack him away as I have way too many editing and promotions projects on my plate right now.

I was a licensed Realtor in Ann Arbor for many years, and made very good money at it even during the downturn. I have channeled it into a new novel series releasing in the consecutive next 3 months from a new publisher, Tri Destiny to launch their erotic line: Sizzlin Books.  The Realtors: Life in the House Lane consists of three novels, sort of epic style following the life of 2 people who seemed destined to hate each other, but who end up together.  (Blurbs below....naturally)

I have 2 standard poodles, Roxie and Layla who serve as my alternative muses while I'm stuck. A nice long walk with those 2 usually clears my head and I've come up with some of my best plot lines and/or twists that way.

I am a Southerner by birth (Nashville, Tennessee) and a Louisville Cardinal by the Grace of God. Speaking of His Grace, I am also a preacher's kid, bona fide with all the attached urban legends fully intact.  

Not only does soccer hold my fancy (mmmm.......soccer players....) I am a rabid sports fan generally, although I never played a single one. I was in the band in high school and spent many hours in bleachers for football and basketball, dated of few players and learned to love both of those games. The love for "footie" (European football) came to me late in life as it has with most Americans, as a direct result of living in Europe.  Really the only sports I won't watch/enjoy/use as a distraction are: Golf and auto racing.  

I am a dyed-in-the-wool, card carrying member of that group that thinks politics and religion are best left to face to face discussions and off blogs and facebook. That includes opinions about the death of famous football coaches vis a vis horrific scandals within his coaching staff, the upcoming presidential stuff and what Bill Maher said last night on Real Time. Don't get me wrong. I am a political and news junkie. But engaging in "discussions" online about it are a waste of everyone's time In My Honest and Heartfelt Opinion. I WILL arm rassle ya over who has the best defensive line in the Big Ten, or who the best goalie in the English Premiere league is....no problem. (This is my way of telling you I won't be engaging in this forum about anything relative to politics including your thoughts on the now dead SOPA thing or Mitt Romney's Special Underwear)

ME and my biz partner (left) and brewer at our One Year Anniversary party this past November.  This is my way of warning you now: I have the proven ability to teach you everything you want to know about beer and/or bore you silly with same.

OH! and the Best/ coolest thing about me? I own a brewery and call myself The Beer Wench for real. I even have tee shirts.  Using my background in the craft micro brewing world I created a series of short stories and a "choose your romance novel" with Breathless Press. The Brewing Passion series is a lot of fun. The Tap Room is the one where YOU get to pick my heroine's hero from a fairly robust line up of options.

My Official Bio:

Microbrewery owner, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great middle west, in a Major College Town.  Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry) has prepped her for life as erotic romance author.  When she isn't sweating beer inventory, sales figures or promotional efforts for her latest publication, doing pounds of laundry for her sweaty athletic children, watching La Liga on the Fox Soccer Channel, or trying to figure out what to order in for dinner, she can be found walking her standard poodles or doing Bikram Yoga.  Liz loves her Foo Fighters Pandora station, and watching reruns of Deadwood, when there isn't any decent European football on the telly.  If you want a beer education follow her: www.a2beerwench.com.  For writing related stuff, including her backlist, go to: www.brewingpassion.com.

An coming this year from Decadent Publishing, CHEEKY BLONDE!  Cover Reveal Big Moment....
It's a brewery based novel of intrigue, mystery and romance.

As promised, The Realtors: Life in the House Lane.
I'll be excerpting this each month....both in PG and HOLY CRAP CAN YOU SAY THAT ON THE INTERNET? versions....

The Realtors:  Life in the House Lane
Love is an easy word to use, a hard one to demonstrate, and sometimes impossible to trust. 
                   The Realtors is a sweeping epic, encompassing over ten years in the lives of two people who know how to love with their bodies, how to please and get pleasure, to control and be controlled.  When it comes to the deeper meaning of the one word they both need, backgrounds and personalities get in the way and while their physical connection sizzles they continue to disappoint one another emotionally.
                   Jack Gordon has it all--money, success, a string of women--but with a deep longing for something more. When he thinks he finds it with Sara Jane Thornton, his world is never the same again.  Sara releases his natural Dom, a side of him he'd thought buried out of frustration and unhappiness. Sara knows a true submissive must trust implicitly, something she cannot associate with him, no matter how many times she tries, and he fails.
                   With a rich cast of secondary characters, including a young man who presents a near-perfect foil to Jack's intensity, and who falls hard for Sara; The Realtors series is a romantic saga with an emphasis contemporary life and love, with a healthy dose of white-hot eroticism. Modern, busy, driven characters living lives of purpose and real-time stress, seek the ever-elusive and highly coveted combination --a friend, lover and trusted advisor who will be there for the long haul.

Floor Time (The Realtors – Book 1) releasing Jan. 30:
Jack Gordon is Ann Arbor's most delectable bachelor.  At age thirty-five, he's made millions as a top-selling Ann Arbor real estate broker and has the right connections to close a deal by any means necessary. With his rugged good looks and compelling personality, he has a virtual black book most men would kill for and he uses it often, never settling for one woman for very long. 

While his D/s past remains buried, exactly where he wants it, an undercurrent of boredom and dissatisfaction runs through his life now.  Disastrous experience years earlier made him swear off the whole scene, but the more Jack suppresses his natural Dom, the more his frustration grows.   
Sara Thornton, just a rookie in the field, has fast-tracked herself to the top of the Ann Arbor real estate market. Her life evolves into a disciplined and focused routine, exactly what she wants.  However, as her career takes off, the fulfillment she seeks remains inexplicably out of reach.  The one thing she knows for sure, she will not join the Jack Gordon groupies in her company, no matter how tempting that might seem.
A chance encounter, then a difficult transaction, throw Jack and Sara together and the sparks fly high and hot and often. Forced to confront the compulsions that gain momentum with each sizzling encounter, their relationship seems to spiral out of control until Jack finally admits what he needs, and shows Sara what she's been missing.

Sweat Equity (The Realtors – Book 2) releasing Feb. 14: 
Jack Gordon thought he’d finally made it.  He had a wildly successful career, money in the bank and even returned to his life as Dom, putting an end to a string of unfulfilling sexual encounters. Now that he's made the ultimate commitment to Sara Thornton, he believes all is right in their world. However, a series of misunderstandings and a dose of self-fulfilling prophesy bring his perfectly crafted house of cards tumbling down around him, forcing him to confront lingering misgivings about marriage and trust.  Could those be the only two things he can never achieve? 
Sara struggles with her intense need for Jack and her desire for less volatility in her busy life, two goals which appear to be mutually exclusive. Although willing to put in the time and emotional effort to make their relationship work, she finds it futile and frustrating, littered with clashes thanks to near-identical personalities and temperaments. Given Sara’s history, easing back into the comfortable status quo becomes easier than fighting a war with the one person who should be her safe haven. But will the easier choice satisfy her the way only Jack can? Is her "war" one that comes from without or within?
Buffeted by circumstance, temptation and distraction, Jack and Sara’s tenuous relationship crumbles, sparking a continuous quest for the ever elusive: trust, love and acceptance. By the time they rebuild a foundation for renewal, fate has other plans. This leaves them both reeling, once again questioning their destiny.

Closing Costs (The Realtors – Book 3) releasing March 10: 
Love conquers all? Not likely, according to Sara Thornton. She's spent eight years coming to terms with the new parameters of her life while resigning herself to the idea that “happily ever afters” are best left to fairytales.  Sales manager for her successful real estate office and juggling an added element of responsibility she never thought she'd face, Sara continues to struggle with the men in her life.  Love, for her, has only meant hurt, broken trust and anger; all of which she’s completely banished from her life, so she claims.
                   Jack Gordon has come a long way since his earlier days of obsession with Sara.  As the general manager of Stewart Realty, his own level of responsibility for the well-being of others has ramped up. He’s even honed his caretaking skills, now that he has someone who loves him unconditionally. 
                   Continuing to invest effort and rebuild their relationship, he and Sara grow close as friends. Despite this, his ultimate question remains unanswered; the one he keeps asking, no matter how many times she says no. Sara isn't prepared for the keen focus of his need--to have her back, once and for all. Her stubborn resistance nearly rips both lives apart
The epic conclusion to The Realtors series, Closing Costs brings Jack and Sara truly full circle. Proving that the heat of lust and obsession; the need for control and to be mastered in many areas of life can lead to love —surprising you when you least expect it – if you will only allow it.                 

Monday, January 23, 2012

Valentine's Day: Dreary or Lovely?

We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness - and call it love - true love. ~Robert Fulghum

This is my official Valentine's Day post since my blog date is late in February. The month of love is special to me since I married my husband on February 18th, 1989. We also had our third child in February after suffering through two miscarriages along the way. Between our anniversary, Valentine's Day and Miss Emily's birthday we are quite festive during the month of February. It wasn't always like that for me though.

Throughout high school and college I always seemed to be in between boyfriends when February rolled around. Later, I was in a bad relationship and Valentine's Day was the least of my concerns. I actually dreaded the day. Then I met Chuck, and we realized we were perfect for each other. At the age of 51 I can tell you in all honesty that it's the little things that make for the best Valentine's Day celebrations. It's the years that my husband and I were broke, but he still brought me home my favorite candy or a single rose. It's the times that my kids and I had tea parties together with Valentine's candy and Little Debbie treats. Those moments more than made up for those other, dreary Valentine's Days.

I think of Valentine's Day as a time to show my family and friends that I love them with funny cards, Valentine's Day brownies and plenty of hugs. I try to make sure that everyone around me knows that they are loved, even if they don't have a significant other to give them roses or kisses.

How do you celebrate Valentine's Day?


Brenda Hyde has been a freelance writer of home and garden articles for over 20 years, and now she's also writing paranormal romance through short stories and novellas. You can find her at the Wayfaring Writer blog here: http://moonsanity.blogspot.com/ and the Old Fashioned Living blog (http://oldtips.blogspot.com/) where she writes twice a week.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Would YOU Do Something Naughty?

Have you ever wanted to cut loose and do something completely out of character, just once? Have you wondered what it would be like to live out a fantasy? We work, raise our children, and live our lives as responsible citizens. Yet temptation lures us when we least expect it. We wonder how much we’re willing to risk for the sake of adventure. Do we ignore the call or give-in?

These are the questions that plague story heroine Emily Hopkins in my paranormal erotic romance novella TEMPTED. How she handles the answers are at the heart of the story Simply Romance Reviews calls “Grade A, Outstanding Read!”

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TEMPTED by Adele Dubois


Is sexual fantasy cheating? If so, Emily’s got a problem. Though she’s never been unfaithful to her husband in reality, she’s found a new hobby with 3D Mental Image Projection. In the privacy of her home, she indulges her secret desires on interactive TV. What else is a lonely woman of a certain age to do?

When Emily wins a weekend getaway to mystical Isle de Paradises, she swears she won’t stray. But temptation lures her at every turn. Desirable men want her and beautiful women pursue her. When Paradises’ youth-restoring powers crumble her resistance, Emily is faced with an irrevocable choice. Her decision will forever alter her life and the fate of her marriage.


“The champagne is invigorating, no?”

“It’s wonderful. Smooth as satin.” The champagne tasted ice cold on her tongue. Her nostrils flared as she swallowed. Goosebumps formed along the length of her arms. Her breasts began to ache.

“Specialty of the House. From your hosts at The Traveler Channel. It’s called Olympus Elixir.”

“Nectar of the gods. I get it.” Emily smiled. She raised her glass. “Is this liquid science or magic?” She was only half-kidding. The elixir clearly had restorative properties. She hadn’t felt this good in years.

The host smiled down at her. “Science and magic are often seen as one in the same, no?”

Emily nodded. “So true.”

Two glasses of anything was usually her limit, but she could make an exception for this. A surge of energy roared through her bloodstream. The pulse on her neck quickened. The host glanced down at her again through half-open lids. The tip of his tongue touched the center of his delectable bottom lip and disappeared.

Emily swallowed more elixir and tried to keep her own tongue from hanging out like a hound dog. What was she doing flirting with this… baby? She was a married woman with a fine man at home.

I’m only looking, a voice whispered inside her head. No harm done.

Her conscience apparently needed a swift kick in the ass.

She took another taste of champagne. Her nipples positively throbbed. The vee between her legs pulsed in steady rhythms. Her hormones must be running rampant again.

Emily sighed. Why fight it? Why not have teensy bits of fun? She’d worked all her life, raised her children and been a loyal wife for a quarter century. What was the harm of just… looking? Men did that and more every day without a second thought.

She turned to the window where the view was safe and drained the last of her drink. The clouds were bone white against the powder blue sky. There was nothing for her to do except relax and enjoy the scenery. No laundry. No food shopping. No errands to run. Just this delightful, indulgent flight and whatever awaited on Isle de Paradises.

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Saturday, January 21, 2012

Sweet N Sexy Soulful Quotes

Hello everyone and welcome to another addition of Soulful Quotes. Today, I have several great books I think you will like for this month's feature. Each one of these authors is a fellow Turquoise Morning Press author and it gives me great pleasure to spotlight a few of my favorites.

The books I feature today are from authors who were not afraid to be soulful, sappy, and/or suggestive when it came to their heroes. So, grab a seat, and pick up a pen and paper so you can add these to your TBR list.

Happy reading!

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He sighed and dropped his pile of blankets on the floor in front of the fire and started layering and straightening them. "If you’re not going to sleep in the heat with me, then I have no choice but to sleep here. That’s how grandpa raised me."

"You’re being ridiculous."

"No, sweetheart, I’m being a man." He glanced down at the blankets he’d spread out. "It’d be warmer if we slept down here together and could share body heat."

"A pick up line." She rolled her eyes. "Still being a man, I see. Did your grandpa teach you that too?"
Keri Ford ~ Chasing Her Trail

“Shelby, look at me.” The gentleness in his voice compelled me to turn my head, and reluctantly I raised my eyes. To say I was shocked when I saw him smiling would have been a huge understatement. With the tip of his finger, he tapped the bottom of my chin, to close my mouth. He cupped my cheek with his hand, his wry smile tugging at my heart.

“God, you’re beautiful... I needed to see you, to touch you.” He removed his hand from my cheek, and I felt a moment of loss, wanting him to hold me again. “I don’t know what, or how much you remember. I don’t care. I’m just glad you’re alive. I’ve said it before, I’d rather have you alive and hating me than to not have you at all, and I mean that. When they buried—” His voice roughened and broke. A tear trickled out of his blue eye.

Tank never cried.

He laughed, he joked and he got mad. He never cried. Without thinking, I flicked away his tear, then cupped his cheek in my palm, busy blinking back my own tears.

After a brief pause, he cleared his throat. “When they buried you, they may as well have placed me in the casket with you. All of me was with you.” He took hold of my hand and pressed it to the centre of his chest. “You are my heart. Without you, I don’t exist.”
Madison J. Edwards ~ According To Plan


Her name came out too abrupt, too urgent. He opened his eyes to meet her wide green gaze and forced a shaky smile. He plucked the fork from her hand and dropped it to the plate, weaving his finger through hers as if she could anchor him. She blinked away the confusion clouding her eyes when he opened his mouth and no words came out.

A nervous smile twitched her lips. “What? What’s the matter? Speak, boy. Is Timmy in the well?”

He managed a weak chuckle in appreciation of her lame joke and shook his head. “I just…” His finger tightened around hers. “I just…You’re happy, right?” he managed in a rush. “With how things are going? I mean, obviously we’re not pregnant yet, but other than that…Me and you? You’re okay with how things are with us, aren’t you?” When she reared back, he leaned in, desperate to keep her from slipping from his grasp. “I am, I mean…Really happy. I think things are going really well—”

Stubborn pride had him clamping his mouth shut the moment she wrested her hand from his. He looked away as she slipped from her chair and rushed into the kitchen. He stared at the wall, the muscle in his jaw ticking with tension. Somewhere, there on the cat-hair-dusted floor, his heart lay split open wide and bleeding. He didn’t want to risk a peek.

“I have something for you.”

His head jerked up. He clenched his teeth and sucked in a deep breath before turning to look at her. Maggie leaned against the doorway, waving a plastic stick as if it was a magic wand.

“I’m happy with all that and with how the getting pregnant thing is going, too,” she said, a slow, sly smile creeping across her face.

“Huh?” His forehead creased into a frown when she waved the stick in front of his face again. He caught her wrist and leaned back, squinting to bring the scrap of plastic into focus. A blue line streaked across the tiny window. His head jerked up, their gazes met, and her smile unfurled like a flower in bloom. “You’re pregnant?”

The quick, herky-jerky movements of her head could have gone either way, but his brain engaged at last, reminding him that she wouldn’t be standing there brandishing a stick she’d peed on if the answer wasn’t yes. Eyes locked on hers, he rose from his seat, winding his fingers around hers and trapping the magic wand in her closed fist.

“We’re pregnant,” he whispered, dipping his head to seal the declaration with a kiss.
Margaret Ethridge ~ Commitment

Thirteen stitches and four hours later, they left the hospital. They swung by the Elm Street building to make sure his truck and the building were locked up and then stopped by the pharmacy to fill his prescription of mild painkillers.

“Your place or mine?” she asked.

“Yours,” he said leaning his head against the seat.

At home, she got him settled on the couch, then looked him up and down. “Take off your clothes.” She laughed at the grin spreading across his face. “Your clothes have blood on them and need washed.”

“I don’t have anything else to wear.” But he began removing his clothes anyway. “You’re staring,” he said, kicking his jeans to the side. Beneath he wore boxer briefs and a hard on.

“You’re gorgeous,” she said on a husky whisper.

“You stole my line.”
Christina Wolfer ~ The Daughter

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