Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Spring & New Plans

            Hearing the honking of returning geese for the first time is the first sign of spring for me. The city-wide spring cleaning pick up rapidly approaches -- although the scavengers haven't left much for the city! Family time with baseball starting up, figure skating winding down and the landscape changing from white to green. Kids play Frisbee while they dream of water parks. Also a time of hair – with 2 horses and a chow shedding out, every bird within miles has a fiesta getting fluff to line their nests. Glad someone can use it! Abby saw her first squirrel, and her first bunny. Birds are moving into the trees by our house. 

Soon our next door neighbor will be readying her plot for the new garden. We’re still trying to decide if our baby pine tree survived the winter indoors.

            With everything coming out of hibernation and returning from their wintering grounds, it’s like the whole northern landscape comes to life. Still the risk of one last snowstorm, but the air is full of hope and promise. I hate the winter cold, driving on ice, not being able to see my horses. It’s amazing when “spring ahead” kicks in and I can still see the sun when I get out of work at 7 PM. Definite mood elevator.

Springtime for me means horse time – always astounds me they remember me. I’ve always had horses, and they are an integral part of my life and my books. Funny watching two woolly mammoths turn back into horses. I have 2 half-Arab mares and love riding through the woods. It relaxes me, out in the sun, with bird song and a fresh, still-cool breeze rustling through the branches that might still have buds or new pale-green leaves, depending. Hooves squelching through mud, my Sassy snorting and tossing her head when a squirrel cusses us out for coming too close. She still insists on jumping obstacles she could easily step over. Moonlight did not fare so well this past winter--she's thin and looking a bit frail. She's 28, which is little-old-lady in horse years. But we're hoping the sunshine and greener grass picks her up, too.

I have one month until I'm laid off. But somehow I don't feel bad about it. Maybe the sun put things into perspective for me, but I'm looking forward to the next chapter of my life. Taking the summer off to write & volunteer at the Humane Society, do a bit of work on the Chow advocacy front. Finish Moonwitched and start Braeca. Look for a job in the fall when my severance runs out and unemployment officially starts. I want to do it right this time. Do something I WANT to for a change and not just HAVE to. Spend some time with my kids, doing family stuff, which has fallen by the wayside.

Family's important, and doing something you love can really improve your outlook. I have to trust that something will come up. In the meantime, I want to redefine "live in the moment" and get to know myself and my kids again. Channel this newfound energy into my writing...

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Flying in the Face of Fear

People who know me will snort milk through their nose when they read this but I am, at the core of it, a shy and timorous creature. 

Oh, I’m not shy about everything. If you've read any of my books you’ll know what I’m talking about.

But the bald fact of the matter is, I am afraid to put myself out there (shudders at the thought), I’m shy around people I don’t know (shivers in dread), and I am positively paralyzed with fear when it comes to trying new things.

Cold sweats, hummingbird heartbeat, random barfing—the whole deal.

I am scared to death of trying new things…which is why I do them.


Do them.

The more it scares me, the more I push myself to leap into the fray. Fear is a beast that stalks me through the dark shadows of the night. The only way to battle it is to lure it into the light.

If I've learned anything during this long, crazy journey, it is that no matter what—no matter how wild the crashing tide, no matter the nay sayers, no matter the dread and gloom hovering over an enterprise—the only way to prevail is to push on through.

Sometimes, when we push on through like the brave soldiers we are, well, sometime we do not prevail. 
Sometimes our efforts fall short of stellar. Sometimes we don’t even meet our own diminished expectations.

But here is a bald fact. Every time we give up, we fail. EVERY SINGLE TIME.

So what choice do we have really?
  • Give up and fail for sure?
  • Or soldier through, and maybe prevail?
I choose maybe prevail.

And it is a CHOICE. So when I look back on the occasional less-than-stellar results, I can smile and say, “Yeah. I made that choice. It was a good lesson for me. Not perfect, but a hell of a lot better than quitting.”

If you are still too mired in doubt to break free, do what I do. Pretend. Act. Convince yourself you are the best-damn-whateverer the world has ever seen.

Fake it til you make it. And just do it.

And here’s a funny thing I discovered. The first time you do a scary thing, oh yeah. It’s pretty frickin scary.

The second time, meh, not so much.

So, even though I am timorous and shy and, in general, flown with fear, I try to do something that scares me every single day.

Some days I regret it.

Most days I feel like I managed to beat back the beast.

Occasionally, I even laugh in the face of fear, cackling with wild glee, “You have no hold over me, you nefarious villain!” like the plucky heroine from a Snidely Whiplash cartoon.

But there’s only one way to get there, to get past the fear.

You have to walk through the fire.

Your Challenge:

So tell me. What scares you? Really scares you? And how will you conquer it? Comment below for a chance to win a copy of any of my ebooks. (You pick the book. You pick the format).

My Challenge:

Okay. So what is scaring me right now?

I am going to RT next week.

There will be THOUSANDS of people there. Thousands. Of. People. Milling around. Talking. Breathing
Looking at me.

Crowds give me the heebie jeebies. Pictures on the RT website of the GIANT BOOK FAIR make my knees knock. Maybe, I think, hope, they will put me in a corner where no one will notice me or talk to me.

But hell. That’s NOT why I am going (and NOBODY puts Baby in the corner!).

I am going to meet people. Lots of people. New people. I am going to connect with readers and authors and industry professionals. I can’t do that hovering in a corner.

Most people, I find—when you take them one at a time—are pretty fricking awesome.

So I am going to focus on that one person. That one reader. That one shining smile.

I am going to slap on my brave face and pretend I am completely at ease. AND I AM GOING TO HAVE FUN. I am going to put myself out there.

Even though it scares me to death.

If you are going to RT, please find me and say Hi. I will be so delighted to see a friendly face, I will give you a Hot Dot for your trouble. And maybe a bling pen. I am also giving away my teaser book—which has excerpts from some of my work. I’ll even sign it for you.

If you’re not going to RT, I have another challenge for you.

In April I self published my first title (yes, self publishing, very scary). I was delighted to see it hit an Amazon bestseller list for free erotica on my Anniversary. So delighted, I am offering it for free again, in case anyone missed it. You can download Rebound for free from Amazon on May 4th and 5th. Please do. Watching my rankings will distract me from the absolute terror of having to walk across the stage at the Ellora’s Cave Disco Party. In costume. In front of thousands of people.

And cover models. (MALE COVER MODELS!)


I am bathed in sweat.

Deep breath, Sabrina.

You can do it.

And you won’t trip.

As Jon Lovitz would say, with a flourish of his hand: “Acting!”

Rebound is Book One of the Tryst Island Series—following the romantic adventures of a group of friends sharing a vacation house on the fictional Trystacomseh Island in Washington State’s San Juan archipelago.

Here’s a taste of Rebound. It’s scheduled to be available for free on May 4th and 5th on Amazon. I hope you check it out. http://www.amazon.com/Rebound-Tryst-Island-Series-ebook/dp/B00C44H0OE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1367117621&sr=8-1&keywords=rebound+by+sabrina+york

Rebound by Sabrina York
A Tryst Island Erotic Romance

Kristi Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she can remember, but she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing like the women he dates. So when he suggests they play for a kiss over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even if she loses, she wins. Because she’s finally going to taste him.
 Of course, one kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier, especially when both parties are on the rebound…

An Excerpt of Rebound

Cam nodded and dealt the cards. They were halfway through the first hand when he broke the silence.

“Do you remember the first time we played?”

“You had to teach me.”

“Took me all night.”

“That was hardly my fault.” She rearranged her cards. “You kept pouring me shots.”

“You’re the one who kept drinking them.”

She feigned a pout. “I had to keep up with Jamie.”

“Now, she was easy to beat.”

“So was I, once you got me liquored up.”

His chortle rumbled through her. “You figured out my strategy.” He shot her a saucy leer. “You sure you don’t want another beer?”

“No way. I’m winning this game, buster.”

They played for a while longer before he spoke again. This time, his words sent a scalding sizzle through her solar plexus. “You know Kristi, I can’t remember a time when we were both…single.”

Her heart seized. “What?” Thank God she hadn't just taken a sip of beer—she would have spewed it across the table for sure.

“Think about it. Since the day we met, one of us was always in a relationship.”

Usually him.

She didn't respond. She didn't know what to say.

He winced as he took a trick. “I just think it’s interesting. That’s all.”

“What’s… interesting?” It took everything in her not to mangle her cards.

“You know. That we’re both available. Both here. Alone.”

Under the weight of his steamy gaze, all uncertainty wafted away. That was definitely interest simmering in those steely blue orbs.

Kristi’s pulse went into rapid-fire mode. Her breath hitched. Heat lashed through her.

“I…ah… W-what’s your p-point?” She tried to act all blasé, but the stuttering probably ruined it.

His expression shifted, darkened. The smoldering, seductive mien made her belly flutter. “I was thinking we could play…for something.”


“A kiss, maybe?”

Brain freeze.

Every thought fled. Every cogent inkling spun out of reach. She could only feel. Stare at him in shock. Ache for him.  

His tongue came out, dabbing at his lips. She fixated on it, imagining that tongue, what it could do. The havoc it could cause on various parts of her trembling body—

“A kiss?” A squeak. “We’ve never k-kissed before.”

He leaned closer. His voice dropped an octave. “I’m aware of that.”

About Sabrina York
Sabrina is an award winning author of erotic romance with nearly a dozen titles available, ranging from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york or Facebook.

Books by Sabrina York
Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon

Saturday, April 27, 2013

What's the only truth about the writing life???

Out April 15!
Contemporary short story

At the London Book Fair this month, author Nail Gaiman kicked off the event by talking about the Brave New World of publishing. Yes, unlike Scott Turow and his narrower point of view, Gaiman declared, in essence we are about to see an explosion in publishing.
     I agree.
     We already see all of the following:
  • ·      Blogs about Trad vs. E
  • ·      Blogs about Self-pubbers who do very well giving advice on how to for those not selling as well
  • ·      Formatting businesses for self-pubbers
  • ·      Graphic Design businesses for same
  • ·      Copy Editors and Proofers  "      "
  • ·      Previous 3 rolled into One Vendor
  • ·      Interactive books (and that software development)
  • ·      Interactive websites coordinated with books
  • ·      Publicists who do all of the following:
    • blog tours
    • social media events
    • FB and TW rounds
    • Out May 8!
      Historical western prequel
      to my contemporary series at EC!
    • electronic media press kits, interviews, etc      
My mind is awhirl.  And bottom line is that much in this brave new world is very similar to the Traditional Publishing World:
1. A few authors make it very big—big name, huge money.
2. Some of both groups made it by doing lots of PR, social promo, etc.
3. Some made it by luck.

The biggest difference today in digital publishing is that many more can achieve name recognition and a living wage income than ever before.

But the real bottom line is that an author must write—first and ALWAYS—without regard for the income it earns because she/he wouldn’t do anything else in this life and be fulfilled.

And the 2 books you see here of mine prove that I write what I love. And clearly, I love a lot of different types of novels!

Friday, April 26, 2013

Have Passport Will Travel for Inspiration

by Koko Brown

If you follow me on Facebook, then you know I love to travel.  As a consummate daydreamer, I always find inspiration wherever my feet land.  So whenever I pack my bags, I always make sure I take my 35mm camera. It's become a habit that's served me well because I've used dozens of my travel photos to help spark my muse.

I've seen a slice of the world (30 states, 24 countries and 3 continents) and there's no better city in the world for inspiration than the Big Apple.  Each neighborhood,  every street is a window into a different world.  One of my favorite neighborhoods is Harlem, located in upper Manhattan. Founded in the 17th century, Harlem began as a Dutch village, transcended into a thriving Jewish community then became legendary as an African community noted for spawning the Cotton Club, the Harlem Renaissance, and one of the biggest gangland wars in history. How can you not love a community with that kind of history?

Harlem also holds a special place in my heart because it was the neighborhood my maternal grandparents decided to call home during the Great Black Migration. Despite more visits than I can remember and some I want to forget, like a heat wave in 1980, our family doesn't have any pictures of New York's architecture or landmarks.

Compelled to find more inspiration in order to recreate the setting of my recent historical release, Jezebel, I decided to pack my bags and head home. My mission? I wanted to capture the real heart of the city, its heartbeat, and its rhythm.

In the gallery below, you'll find a few pictures from the three dozen or so I took over the course of a weekend. After the jump, you can read an excerpt from, Jezebel. The scene takes place in chapter 13 where my heroine attends a party in Sugar Hill, a neighborhood in Harlem.

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Located on West 144th Street, Countess Vaughn’s four-story townhouse was one of three residences she owned in the Tri-state area.  Located in the highly desirable Sugar Hill neighborhood, the home sported a slightly curved staircase that led up to double black oak doors, containing lead glass etched with palm trees and flamingos. 

As they ascended the stairs, the doors swung open, blinding them with lights and blaring music. People intent on seeking their pleasures squeezed past the front entrance, oblivious to the trio on the front stoop. 
Coughing in a gloved hand, the butler gained their attention. “Who’s your sponsor?” he asked, looking down his nose at them.

“Our sponsor?” Trudy hissed in Celeste’s ear. “That’s how they do it in high society?”

Celeste had no idea what a sponsor was either, but she took a guess. “Beatrice Gerard invited us.”

The butler snapped his fingers and another man appeared beside him. “Benard will take your coats.” The other man smiled pleasantly as he divested them of their outer attire. “The band is in the ballroom, located at the back of the house.  Refreshments and spirits can be found on every floor. If you have a stronger constitution or other vices you can find your pleasure on the upper floors.” 

“Where’s the reefer?” Trudy asked loudly.  

Pulling back as if hit with a bucket of cold water, the butler temporarily lost his composure, but quick on his toes he recovered. “Second and third floors.”

“Well, that’s where I’m headed,” Trudy declared, grabbing three glasses of champagne from a passing waiter.  She handed each of them a glass and kept one for herself.

“I’m right behind you,” declared Lenny, close on Trudy’s heels. “Are you coming, Celeste?” 

“You two go on. I’m going to case the place.”

Lenny’s lips curved into a knowing grin. “Two birds with one stone?”

“Something like that,” Celeste said, setting the glass of champagne aside.

Thankfully, her cousin didn’t make a big deal of her trying to remain dry. Sober for only three days, it wouldn’t take much for her to fold. And she wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone, but she felt stronger and more confident without it.

After parting ways, Celeste ambled through the various interconnected parlors, taking note of the opulent Louis XV furniture and matching antique gold, brocaded window treatments. 

Like Versailles, full-length glass mirrors covered walls not occupied by gold leaf wallpapering.  The opulent surroundings clashed comically with the night’s refreshments—chitterlings, collard greens, sweet potato pone, and pig’s feet.

Finished with searching the first floor, Celeste wandered upstairs.  Met with twin hallways, she decided on following the sound of a tinkling piano. 

The first room she came to was a salon filled with various guests seated at gaming tables spread throughout the room.  In the center of the room, an Asian man decked out in a tux caressed the keys of a baby grand.  His song of choice, Duke Ellington’s Caravan, evoked erotic images of sweaty bodies, clandestine kisses…and Shane.

Celeste slid her hand over the fluttering butterflies in her belly.  Just thinking about Shane Brennan made her restless to the point of aching for him. 

Darn...she had it bad.

What do you think? Did you feel like you were in a townhouse in Harlem's Sugar Hill neighborhood in the 1930s?

website: www.kokobrown.net
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Read another excerpt of Jezebel

Thursday, April 25, 2013

My Interview with Curvy

A couple of months ago, Ellora’s Cave put out an invitation to do an interview with someone named “Curvy”. Being a more than generously proportioned woman, I couldn’t resist and signed up to do the show. As the date for my interview drew near, I decided to do a little research. You know…see what might confront me.
Curvy’s link was down.
Fortunately, I had her producer’s email address. Because of severe storms, both Vickey and Curvy had experienced extensive power outages. Curvy’s home had some significant damage.
Selfish me, I wanted to know what kinds of questions Curvy would ask. Above all, having signed up before doing any research about Curvy and her program, I wanted to know if she liked my book, Temptress of Time.

Then there was the added challenge of dialing into some kind of telephone conferencing port. What if nobody was there? What if Curvy hated the book so much, she wouldn’t even show?
Producer Vickey knew the second I signed in and we had a nice visit until Curvy joined us. A few minutes later we were on the air—me laughing, Curvy giggling as she asked me all sorts of questions. How I got started? What was my favorite story? That one I fell back on that cliché about which child I like best. Of course, I love them all.
The half hour flew by. Curvy ended the broadcast with this review of Temptress of Time: “super smokin’ sexy hotness.” And “Super sexy fun and super sexy guys.”
Can’t get much better than that!
If you’d like to listen to the interview, here’s the link: http://www.hipcast.com/podcast/HYgsQr1Q
If you want to see more about other Curvy stuff, go to curvysmuses.blogspot.com. Lots of sex toys, among other items of interest.
Dee Brice Erotic Fantasies Where Nothing is Forbidden
Available Now from Ellora's Cave: IT TAKES A THIEF
Available October 5, 2012 from Ellora's Cave: TEMPTRESS OF TIME
For all Dee's books go to: deebrice.com

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

HOUSE RULES: the Jack Gordon Story--an Exclusive Sneak Peek

Greetings Divas and Diva-ites!

I have a special treat for you today.  I'm doing a bit of revision on a free novella that will release in June 2013 and thought I'd post some of it here today. House Rules will be offered FREE on the Tri-Destiny (publisher's) website and for just .99 everywhere else. It's the "Jack Gordon" story. He's the uber hero of my best selling series: Stewart Realty.  I'm currently promoting the 7th book in it, which is a stand alone novel, MUTUAL RELEASE.  I got the idea to tell Jack's story from his perspective ONLY as a gift to my fans. It's about 30,000 words total, and will give a lot of "Team Jack" members reason to look forward to June.

It does have a cover. However, I'm not revealing that for a few more weeks....

This is later in the book, after Jack has been in law school in Chicago a while. For those of you "in the know," it's when he meets "the dreaded Jenna."

Law school had occurred to Jack almost as a whim during his junior year at Michigan State. His roommate and new buddy, Rob, had been headed to medical school; as was Suzanne, whom he had managed to avoid more than he liked for the last year of undergrad. He had no real idea what he wanted to do, but was not about to join the “be a doctor” bandwagon, no way. Way too much blood and guts involved there. He could get his M.B.A., as he would be emerging with a Bachelor’s of Science in Business, but that sounded like more boring theory and stats.
He’d been messing around with a girl then who’d been studying for the LSAT.  One morning while she slept off an epic fuck session, he picked up her study guide and settled down with it. By the time she woke up and booted him out of her place, he was convinced that should be his next step. The act of “practicing law” was not the draw but rather the challenge of taking that damn test. His interest was piqued so he got his own study books and, in typical fashion, devoted hours to the goal.
Now, here he was, at a very expensive, prestigious school of The Law in Chicago, while Rob had tossed his admissions letters and headed to France to be a chef. Suzanne was at med school down south and the last he heard had a serious boyfriend.
It wasn’t that he wanted a woman around or anything. No, he just was not the kind of guy who found isolation enjoyable. He liked waking up and having someone to talk to over coffee, or to share a beer with while he studied. The girl he’d been ignoring made a funny, exasperated sound, somewhere between a snort and a sigh, breaking his reverie. He looked at her again, and did a double take this time. She was curled up on the crappy student lounge couch in a corner of the main law building basement—a place he’d found and scoped out as his own for getting some work done between classes a few weeks ago.
“Yeah,” he said, letting his eyes rake over her near-perfect form. She had big tits which was a bonus, but since he was an ass and legs man he waited her out, as his newly found inner radar started pinging the second her dark blue eyes met his. “I’m Jack.”
“Hi, Jack. Jenna.” She proceeded to ignore him for a solid hour, and he let her. He had already figured something out about Jenna. He knew she’d stick around and chat some more. He smiled when he sensed her nearby, hovering over him. “Um, can you make heads or tails of this?” She pointed to an open passage in her book.
“Maybe. But I think I need coffee first. Join me?” He got to his feet and gathered all his papers. She watched, her eyes widening, then met his smile with one of her own.
“Yeah, sure. Jack.” She said, stuffing her book in her backpack and shouldering it. The look on her face confused him some, but her body was sending clear signals that he intercepted and translated. So he went with it. They walked, chatting about nothing in particular and Jack got his first full look at her. She was about five foot five in flat shoes, with a fit-looking body, packed into nondescript dark denim jeans and red sweater that dipped into her impressive cleavage nicely. Her dark brown hair tumbled around her shoulders and her laugh was low, sexy, raspy even. It rumbled around in his libido in a way that he now recognized.
He’d spent last summer learning something about himself that shocked him at first, then had settled into his new reality as a sexual Dom with an eagerness that made that first girl who’d invited him to club a very happy camper. The owner of the small place in downtown Detroit was an older guy, good looking still, and content to show him the ropes… and the handcuffs… the floggers… the whips and ball gags.  He’d made a project of Jack actually, grooming him, he claimed, for greatness.
He grinned, and took a step closer to the lovely, sexy, Jenna as they stood in line for coffee. He could smell it on her like lingering smoke—her plain-as-day willingness to submit to him. She looked up and met his eyes, and the moment that should have been awkward made his cock slam into the back of his zipper. A corner of her full lips tilted up, in a way he thought he understood. He figured that was the final sign. He was no expert, yet, but well on his way. While  sensing the sexual energy of every female in a room was sometimes tiring, now that he could channel it, figure out which of them would actually provide him the outlet he required, it seemed that it all led him to this precise moment. And to Jenna.
She leaned closer to him, in way entirely inappropriate for having just met. Yet it was perfect. “I don’t want coffee, really. I’ve been watching you all semester, all year. Let’s go to your place.”
He swallowed hard. Something wasn’t right, was off, or just shifted to the left. Far enough for him to sense it and hesitate. He looked down into her deep blue eyes. Saw the way her breathing had ramped up. The pulse in her throat caught his gaze, beating, beating. And those lips… dear god they were tempting. He smiled. “I don’t know Jenna. Maybe I’m not ready.” He raised an eyebrow. This was his scene. She was not about to let her call the shots.
“Oh I think you are.” She turned just enough to shield her hand, the one she put right on the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans.
He didn’t move, or shift away. He did, however, narrow his eyes at her on purpose, making sure she got the gist of his displeasure. “I’m not sure I said you could touch me yet. Jenna.” He kept his voice low, and slow, but his brain was starting to hum with a familiar, comfortable sense of rightness. She lowered her eyes, tucked the offending hand back into her jacket pocket, and started to step back. He gripped her arm, loving the way the heat transferred from her to him, shot down his spine and settled nicely in his cock. “Don’t move.” He said, glancing around, then putting his mouth near her ear, taking in a fresh breath of healthy, horny, female. “I can sense that you know what I like… Jenna…” Her name felt exotic, unique and special on his lips. “But just because you want it does not mean I’m giving it to you. Are we clear?”
Keeping her eyes downcast, she nodded. Then looked up fast, surprising him some. Later, he would realize that was the moment he should have known, should have figured Jenna out. If he had been more mature, more at ease with his powers of perception, or at least in tune with his gut feeling to run away from her as fast as he could, he might have avoided a shit ton of head and heart ache. Instead, he smiled at her boldness, liking it, and wanting to tame it—thinking he could, which was mistake number one.
“You don’t have to… Sir,” she whispered, not tearing her eyes from his. Something about her rubbed him both ways—wrong and right. He could not figure it out. Her neediness—that familiar aura he’d come to know and understand those nights at the club that first summer—was tinged with something else, something a little ominous. He ignored it letting his overwhelming need to control her shove away the worry.
“I know that. Let’s sit. Have coffee.” He grinned at her exasperated look.  Yeah, control this scene, Gordon. Otherwise she would and something told him that would be very bad idea. “After you,” he grabbed their cardboard cups and nodded his head towards an empty table in a sea of students all laughing, sipping, reading, flirting, doing all the normal things. While he zeroed in on Jenna, and the many possibilities she was tossing his way without even realizing it.
“So, Jenna,” he said stretching his legs out under the table and letting his calf make contact with hers. He sensed her flinch ever so slightly at the touch. “Where are you from?”
She sipped her coffee, kept her gaze on his. “Southern Illinois, little town you’ve never heard of.”
“Okay.” Jack stayed apart, trying to remain objective, but something about her fairly screamed “take me now,” so loud he was surprised everyone around them couldn’t hear it. He swallowed hard, willed himself down from the ledge, and made small talk with her. It was not comfortable, and the more they sat and the more he tried to make it “just a chat,” the hornier he got. He knew damn good and well she was throwing it, this essence, her vibe, just to see if he’d catch it. He did not like being tested, but at the same time wanted to prove he could pass with flying fucking colors.
Finally, he stood, slowly, never more unsure and sure of something at the same time in his life. She rose at the same pace, her body drawing his eyes and making him have to bite his tongue not to say something that would tip the scale of power in her favor. Because that is exactly what this was, right now, as they stood and stared at each other across the small, dirty, student coffee shop table—a power play.
Her hair tumbled around her face. High cheekbones were flushed red, dark blue eyes flashed, the hands she put on her hips tempted. It was as if she were dressed the way he preferred, in a short, sexy, easy-access dress and towering high heels, hair done up fancy, all ready for him and she just stood there in jeans, a sweater, and little make up. The minute flowed into two as the world continued to orbit around them. He frowned, pissed at himself for being so weird. Attaching emotion to something that should contain none, trying to focus on ability to show her a good time, nothing more or less. It was not until many years later that he understood that keeping himself emotionally aloof was also a mistake.

As I said, Mutual Release is the latest book in this series, and has been flying off virtual shelves since its release in early April. It is "Evan and Julie's story" two of Jack's friends as an adult.  The reviews have been very good so far, although it is a longer novel, a sort of "coming of age" that allows both protagonists to grow from teens to adults before they meet.
Check the reviews on Goodreads.

And watch for HOUSE RULES coming in June!  If you are a fan of this series, you should join us in the Romance for Real Life group on Facebook---all sorts of free exclusives and deleted scenes from the series there plus over 400 like-minded friends and fans of Liz books.

happy reading

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Ever So Bonnie A Vampire

It's time to dance with the vampires again. The third book in my Dancing Vampire series was just released, Ever So Bonnie A Vampire

There's a secret to my vampires. Which is that they really aren't vampires at all. They are baobhan sith (bah von shee). Vampiric fey, who roam the Scottish highlands. They are all females. Voluptuous and enticing, these beauties wear green gowns. Also, they have talons. No fangs. They come from the fey realm to earth to drain the blood of their victims, men they dance with. They are also called the dancing vampires.

Here is a blurb from Ever So Bonnie A Vampire: 
Calin has had fantasies about the vampiric fey, Ever’s, warm, curvaceous body ever since they danced a year ago. When they meet again he waste no time in claiming and capturing her. Once the sun rises, Ever can’t leave the earthly realm and is bound by fey lore to the human, Calin. Though he has saved her from the sun, things get pretty hot in his arms. Thrust into the mortal realm, his love making excites her like no fey man’s ever has but she’s consumed with the vow she made to her sisters to not leave them for a mortal man. She fights her feelings for Calin and seeks help from goddess Morrigan. 

The goddess has feelings of her own for the tall, muscular mortal so she frees Ever to return Underhill. It isn’t until Ever’s back with her sisters that she realizes her heart is still held captive by Calin. When Calin spurns Morrigan’s attentions, the goddess’s lust turns to vengeance. With Ever out of his reach, Underhill, and a goddess shape shifting into different beasts to hunt and kill him, Calin McDuff must risk his life and fight all odds to be with the woman he loves.

My favorite main character from Ever So Bonnie A Vampire is Ever. She’s torn between her family, her baobhan sith sisters, and the love of a man. If she chooses him she will have to give up her immortality and become human. 

My favorite secondary character is Goddess Morrigan. To me Goddess Morrigan is an – I am woman – goddess. If she wants to sleep with a god, she sleeps with a god, if she wants to sleep with a human man she finds attractive, she sleeps with him. She can be a beautiful woman or a crone and it doesn’t matter she still demands respect and acknowledgment of her femininity in either form. In this story she is actually trying to take Ever’s man but she can’t fight true love. No one can, not even a goddess. 

My favorite quote or line from Ever So Bonnie A Vampire is “Don’t tell my dad, but I got into some trouble with the goddess.”

“This business with Morrigan is serious. You may get away a few times, but eventually she’ll kill you. She is the goddess of death.” Murdina walked toward the door.

“Wonderful,” he said sarcastically. “Can’t I do something?” He followed Murdina.

“The only way is to appease her with a sacrifice.” Sorcha trailed behind them.

“A human sacrifice?” This was going from bad to worse.

“Of course not. Are you crazy? Humans stopped that in what they call the Bronze Age. No, you need to sacrifice an object. Morrigan loves swords. Your ancestors used to throw them into wells and rivers to the war goddess.” Murdina pulled the front door open.

“Where would I get a sword, you mean a replica?” He stepped outside, behind her.

Sorcha came out also and locked the front door. “No, you need an authentic relic, from the Bronze Age at the least. One that has been bloodied, used in war.”

“Where would I get a Bronze Age sword?”

“I know,” Murdina piped up. “Having roamed these hills many years, I remember a horde of weapons from thousands of years ago. I can show you.” She headed toward the truck in the driveway.

“We need to hurry to get this done before Ever rises from the cairn.”

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