Dear May, I Want a Do Over

As stated in my last post, I was on the mainland for the majority of May and the beginning of June. The reason for the month long (plus a few days) get away was for a friend's wedding at the beginning of May and a Romance convention at the beginning of June. Rather than fly back and forth from Hawaii twice, I decided to visit family and hang out.

There was family drama and broken internet and my personal favorite (sarcasm) a trip to the ER for an infected kidney stone that landed me in the hospital for a solid week. Suffice to say, I didn't make it to the Romance convention -- the one event I had been looking forward to ALL year. Since I'm in Hawaii, there's only so many conventions I can attend. One is pretty much my limit because of the cost of travel.

I'm back home now and medicated to the gills for the next few days. The good news is that the stone is gone and I'm right as rain for the most part. The medication is just to make sure nothing gets infected. The only problem is that it makes me kind of loopy and tired so I can't do much besides sit at home.

But that's the annoying news. The good news is that I've been getting some great reviews for my new release CREAM and I have a coming soon title at the beginning of July.

CREAM 
(On the Hunt)
by Zenobia Renquist

*Erotic Vampire Romance*
*Interracial*
*MF*

5 Stars!
"Zenobia Renquist made sure that the reader was invested in these two characters and that the reader would want more. Cream is definitely a book that this reader would recommend."
~Fuchsia, LASR

5 Cups!
"I loved this story. Ms. Renquist has drawn some wonderfully talented, lovable characters."
~ Hollie, Coffee Time Romance

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And coming 03 July to Bookstrand Publishing is a high fantasy, non-shifter dragon romance. Yes, I said non-shifter. :)

Favored Dragon's Release 
(Hidden by Dragons, Book 1)
by D. Renee Bagby

*High Fantasy Romance*
*Dragons*
*MF*

He wants her for his bride to end the dragons’ curse but his love for her is ruining his plans.

In the aftermath of a senseless war that claimed many lives, the gods have punished the dragons for causing the conflict. The next generation will not hatch until Prince Shurik finds a human female willing to put aside generations of animosity to become his bride.

Yolette went to sleep on the side of a mountain, the odd woman out on a couples' camping trip, and awoke in a field outside the home of a dragon. Transported to an unknown world very different from her own, she must depend on Shurik for shelter and guidance.

Shurik didn't anticipate his growing feelings for Yolette making the task of prosing that much harder. Danger looms from those who want the punishment ended and from those who want it to continue until the last dragon is gone. Shurik must decide whether he will save his people or his love and pray to the gods his choice is the right one.

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Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://about.me/zenobiarenquist

D. Reneé Bagby
Building New Realms of Passion...
http://about.me/dreneebagby

Fantasy Fulfilled

Flash Back to my first book.

I write contemporary erotic romance and published with Ellora’s Cave, Sybarite Seductions and Lyrical Press. I had a hard time finding a home for No Fantasy Required and I wondered if it was because of the f/f element. As a hetero woman it was a challenge to write the sex/love scenes but I had a lot of fun making it happen. I wanted to get into the head of Kelly and deal with her genuine concerns about fulfilling her fantasy. Yes, it was her and not his fantasy, which is a switch, isn’t it? :)

Speaking of fantasies, we all have them. Have you ever acted on yours? I wrote this story quite a few years ago for someone that had this particular fantasy – you know, one man with two or more women. It started out as a quick little book. A friend at one of the larger publishing houses read it and suggested I make it longer. So it grew. But it was rejected until a different publishing house showed some interest in it, ultimately they rejected it because it was too hetero in their opinion. Caught between a rock and hard place! That was fine though, because I had the best experience with their editor and the book wouldn’t be what it is without her input. I continued to submit it and was ready to put it under the bed when I received the call.

Do you like lady-love? Will you read a book with female/female sex scenes? I was told by someone a couple of years ago that women are afraid to read or watch f/f sex scenes because they’re worried they will be typecast as lesbians or bi-sexual. Such a shame because there are some great authors out there that have wonderful stories.  Then on the heels of that, someone else told me women really do want to read f/f and just say they don’t to avoid the hassle and that most if not all women would like to experience lady-love. Of course these statements are purely the opinion of the person telling me their thoughts. Look around at the younger generation. They seem quite comfortable in their own skins and lots of girls are a’huggin’ and a’kissin’.

I’d love to hear your opinions on female/female sex scenes. Would you pass a book by if it had this content?

You can find me at:

www.cristalryder.com

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BEA NYC 2013

I was fortunate to attended Book Expo America earlier this month. If you have never experienced this event, it's worth your time, the effort and the ticket price. Publishers, Vendors and authors from all over attend and many give great promo items away for free. I've seen people with bags and bags of free books wondering around from booth to booth. Hundreds of authors signed at a multitude of booths that lined the back wall of the Javits Center. Of course, I stood in line for one author for my daughter and managed to get an autographed copy of her latest rendition in the series my daughter is reading. Made me Mom of the moment. I'd say mom of the year but with a daughter, it's fleeting how much they like you or not. LOL. The event lasted three days. I was fortunate to attend all three days and even signed cover flats at the Ellora's Cave booth on that Friday. It was wall to wall people at the Cave's booth. I'd like to think they were all there for me, but the Cavemen were the primary draw. They signed copies of the calender and took pictures with anyone who wanted, including me. :)
I even was interviewed by a roving reporter. Man was I nervous but the fabulous Desiree Holt held my hand and got me through it.  If you haven't met her, she is a truly wonderful lady. She's done several interviews for EC lately and she's even been labeled the Grandmother of Erotic Romance. LOL.
I also got to spend time with Cerise DeLand, and Cris Anson along with several other EC authors. It's empowering to hear what their next projects are and how they're doing in their writing careers. It's not often you get the chance to hang with such talented people all in one place.
The one thing I loved about BEA this year is they created a special Readers Event called the Power Readers Event. It took place on Saturday and it was packed with people. Readers were every where. It was great. So many came to the booth wanting to know what Ellora's Cave was all about. Some came looking for us specifically. It felt great to be so loved by the one person we write for...The Readers.
I went home with tired feet, a few new autographed books and a renewed vigor to write and finish my next novel in the Cursed MacKinnon's Series.
Hope to see ya'll at the next convention of the season for me which will be Romanticon in Ohio.
Have a wonderful day!
Tara Nina

What's your favorite vacation destination?

Are you looking forward to vacation?  I certainly am!  While it's true I'm "only" working one job now, instead of two, I'm still spending time each day blogging, promoting, and of course, writing.  Vacation represents a chance to get away from wi-fi, from cell phone signals, and to enjoy the splendor of nature.

This year we didn't get a site along the Gunflint Trail north of Grand Marais, Minnesota.  But my husband says he booked us a site very close to there, and the pictures he saw on-line of the park we'll be in looked most inviting.  He picked both of the last two year's of sites from the internet pictures, and both years we had sites with water access, so he was able to unload the canoe from my truck, and tie it to a rock for the week we were staying there.  Whenever he got up earlier than the rest of us, he could go out and do some fishing.  Whenever anyone wanted to enjoy the lake, the canoe was already there waiting, just down a short trail from the campsite.  That's what we're looking forward to again.

In case you are wondering if you'd like my latest book that I set in the town of Grand Marais, For The Love Of His Life, it's been getting excellent reviews, starting of course, with Harlie's, "Holy crap I just read the best book of the year!" http://www.harliesbooks.com/posts/for-the-love-of-his-life-by-fiona-mcgier-reviewexcerptgiveaway/The most recent review mentioned how glad the reviewer was that I had the hero acknowledge his addiction to cocaine, and even though he tried, he fell off the wagon.  I try to add realism to every novel, and everyone I know who has ever fought any kind of addiction including myself with cigarettes years ago, knows that you will backslide...the point is not to let that make you give up. http://crystalsmanyreviews.blogspot.com/2013/05/for-love-of-his-life-by-fiona-mcgier.html?zx=ec16f6980bd9be60

But to me, this novel is a paean of love to the area up in the northern Minnesota Boundary Waters area as much as it is a love story.  Writing it helped me deal with my unhappiness at having to leave such glorious natural surroundings to have to return to my cramped suburban life where my ears don't hurt from the sound of absolute silence as I'm falling asleep, as much as they try to shut out the noise of the traffic at the stop sign on our block, and the freight trains that rumble by 24/7. 

I suppose everyone has their idea of the perfect vacation.  For some it's Vegas, or a cruise--for others it's the shopping sprees in huge cities like New York, or closer to me, Chicago.  But for me and my family, we can't wait to be up where the loons call all day and night, and we can learn to recognize their different calls.  Where we can actually see the stars at night, instead of straining our eyes past the grey omni-present glow from the city.  And where we can feel so close to God that we can reach our hands up and give thanks for the beauty of life.  I'll be posting my next month's blog early, since we'll already be up where the air is clean, the sky is brilliant blue, and the lakes are right there to be enjoyed.  Until then, please share with me: where do you look forward to going?  What kind of vacation is your favorite? Here's hoping wherever it is, that you get there soon!

Find out more about my books and my various opinions on things at:

www.fionamcgier.com, where the first page is my blog.

And my books are available from my publishers, as well as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All-Romances ebooks, Coffeetime Romance, and others.  

 

Go In Search of a Story and See What You Find

He’s searching for a story but finds so much more.

Brad Torrence is next on the chopping block at the newspaper where he works. Hungry for any source he can find, he runs across an ad in the classifieds: For Sale: Nursery Items, Never Used. It’s the lead he’s been looking for. Thinking a piece about the loss of a child will give him the edge he needs to keep his job, Brad follows up. He doesn’t expect a single man to answer.

Rather than being offended, Cory Wolfe finds sharing the story of his grief and pain liberating. He’s even surprised by the spark that strikes, and one story leads to another.

Brad digs into his stories and Cory’s life, eager to know everything about the man who’s caught his attention. But when a lead points him to the hospital where Cory works, he unearths a mystery that might have been safer left buried. Brad’s search for a story could prove deadly….

Purchase from Dreamspinner Press:  http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3825

Excerpt:

The man on his doorstep was as young as he’d sounded on the phone, with deer-in-the-headlights eyes and a nervous smile. “Hello, I’m Brad Torrence from the Crier,” he said and extended his hand. The kid looked a bit like an excited puppy.

“Cory Wolfe,” he said, and they shook hands. Cory stepped back so Brad could enter and then closed the door. He motioned toward the living room. He waited for Brad to take a seat and then he sat in his favorite leather chair.

“This is a great room,” Brad said with a touch of awe in his voice. Then he sat and waited. Cory got the impression he was waiting for something.

“You wanted to ask me some questions? I’m a little unsure why you’d want to interview me,” Cory said. “But I’ll try to help.”

“I probably should have been more clear: I was hoping to interview both you and your wife.”

Cory smiled. “Nope. It’s just me. No wife.” That simple statement sent a stab through his stomach.

“I’m so sorry,” Brad said.

“Wait, let’s back up. There’s never been a wife. I think we have a misunderstanding of some kind. I’m not married and never have been,” Cory clarified. Brad became jittery, and for a second Cory thought he might hyperventilate.

“But the ad…,” Brad said.

“Yes. Like I said, I never had a wife, but I was getting ready to have a baby,” Cory said. “I had a partner a few years ago, but he wasn’t interested in children, though I was. That and, well, other things, doomed the relationship….”

Brad smiled and opened the notebook he’d brought, appearing distinctly more relaxed.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me questions?” Cory asked.

“I can,” Brad said. “Your ad caught my attention, and I thought there was a story behind it. I’ll admit that I was expecting to do a story about mothers recovering from grief after the loss of a child. My mother lost three babies after me.”

Cory nodded thoughtfully and then stood up. “Come on,” he said, and Brad stood up. Cory led him up the stairs, and at the small landing, he opened the door and turned on the light. He hated entering this room now. Brad stepped inside, but Cory remained in the hallway, physically unable to enter. “This was to be Adam’s room. I picked out the furniture, painted the walls. I spent days picking out just the right color blue. Then I asked a friend to paint the teddy bears on the walls, and we even added stars to the ceiling.” Cory didn’t look up. Unable to take any more, Cory stepped away from the door and waited for Brad to come out of the room. Then Cory turned off the bedroom light and closed the door. Without saying anything more, Cory led the way down the stairs and back to the living room, where he once again sat in his chair.

“Mothers aren’t the only ones to feel grief,” Cory said flatly.

Brad nodded slowly. “What happened?” he whispered.

Cory wasn’t sure why he opened up, but he did. “About a year ago, I found out my best friend, Eileen, was pregnant. She wasn’t married and was barely able to take care of herself. Eileen was wonderful, but there wasn’t a maternal bone in her body. She’d decided that she wanted to put the baby up for adoption, and I asked if I could adopt the child.” Cory’s voice broke, and he yanked a tissue from the box on the lower shelf of the end table. He never thought he’d keep tissues in various rooms of his house, but for months now he’d needed them. “Eileen was thrilled. She would still get to be a part of her baby’s life, and that was all she wanted.”

“You said his name was Adam?” Brad prompted.

“After we found out she was having a boy, I came up with the name, and Eileen liked it, so we started referring to him as Adam. I bought the nursery things and fixed up the room upstairs. Everything was ready.” Cory paused and blew out his breath. He needed to get himself under control. What he wasn’t prepared for was Brad to reach over and touch his hand. Cory hadn’t been touched in quite a while, and he liked it. The gesture was probably a breach of journalistic integrity and objectivity or something like that, but it was what he desperately needed.

“Please, take your time,” Brad told him. “I’ll listen.” Cory thought he might have seen tears in Brad’s eyes, but it was hard to tell through his own.

“Eileen was about eight months pregnant, and she was at home. I hadn’t heard from her that day, so I stopped by after work. I found her on her kitchen floor, where she’d fallen.” Cory figured he might as well finish the story and get it over with. “The autopsy showed that she had a blood vessel burst in her brain. It was probably a defect she’d had since birth, and it burst. They said she died pretty quickly.”

Brad had taken notes throughout his story, and Cory waited for him to finish. “Did you get any help? With the grief, I mean.”

Cory shrugged. “Some. I actually found a group for people who lost children in Harrisburg—eleven women and me. The thing was, at the time I didn’t consider my grief as bad as theirs. I wasn’t the one who’d carried the child, but….”

“You still lost a child just the same,” Brad said.

Cory nodded. He does understand.

Warning: This cover is deceiving!

Okay, okay, I admit it. Better Off Without Her does not fit the typical romance genre. I knew it when I wrote it. I knew it when I had it edited. I knew it all along. But there are some books that are just different, and there is no way to tag them or set them apart from the norm.

Better Off Without Her is a Western Thriller. That's really what it is.

What makes this book a little strange is the subject matter and the fact that it rests with an Erotic Romance Publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing.

The publisher took it on as a challenge.

It begins with Victor Frank, a man that has been physically tortured all his life. A man that has no chance to fit in anywhere. So Frank is bent on one thing…revenge. It drives him, if motivates him to go on with life, it is what he lives for. He knows nothing of love as he's never been exposed to it. He can't even communicate with the world because the world never communicated with him. He's a man in the wrong place, in the wrong time, with no place to go but down. He's driven by all the wrong things in life, to all the wrong people, for all the wrong reasons. He's crazy and he doesn't even know it. And his only redeeming quality in life is that when he kills, he kills for a justice no one understands.

So Victor Frank lives in a world all his own, leaving a bloody trail along the way.

It isn't surprising when John T, and Wesley team up as ex-Texas Rangers to find Frank. Wesley had been a guard at a prison in Texas and met Frank face to face during his escape. John T  met Frank when Frank killed his mother. Rascal Mills joins the two when his wife is murdered. And then there's Pepper an unusual girl who wants her own kind of revenge on Frank for killing her father.

But who is Victor Frank?  Why won't the law go after him? Why has this man gone for years without capture?

No, Better Off Without Her is not a romance, although it has the element included. It isn't a typical western, although it follows the outline. It is in truth a chilling book of murder, of an injustice. It belongs in another genre, and I wanted to warn you before you read it…

Rita Hestand
hestandrita@aol.com

ritaphestand.com

I am back in the saddle again...

Rick Mora...Actor/Model

Love those Native American heroes...sigh...

And I have picked up and dusted off one that I have worked on a little at a time for the past three years.  My usual Native American hero is Lakota Sioux, but this one is Apache.  I patterned this hero after a friend of mine who came straight off the reservation with a great big chip on his broad shoulder...and the only thing that took away his anger was a woman.  (No...not me, unfortunately!)

Why do we love NA men in books?  Possibly because they seem to have a better sense of themselves?  Possibly because they are not totally egocentric?  There are a number of reasons, but for me, personally, I find NA heroes to be deeply reflective, internally strong, and externally hot.  (fanning myself here...)

Many years ago, when I was young and rather impressionable, I read a great many romance books about white women being captured and held by Native men...but as I grew up, I realized that playing to that kind of fantasy wasn't for me.  My NA heroes are modern day guys, with modern day problems (and prejudices) of their own.  They learn to find their strengths and surpass their weaknesses.  

So wish me luck in finishing this one, because I want to read it all the way through without stopping to edit. 

Hugs!

Fran Lee

Deep Within Me releases June 25

My erotic paranormal Deep Within Me, Book Two in The Prophecy series, releases from Samhain shortly. Here's the cover art and blurb. You can read an excerpt here: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/deep-within-p-7431.html

Blurb:

Unrestrained desire…danger without end.

The Prophecy, Book 2

For one agonizing moment, Zeke Neekoma thought his most feared vision had come true. Liz was lifeless in his arms, murdered by her own clan for one traitorous act—loving him. Then her father’s healing touch brought her back.

She hasn’t emerged from death unchanged. Now her healing gift leaves her drained, weak. Worse, Zeke is still tortured with visions of a woman covered in blood.

Liz aches for a future with Zeke, to always know the thrill of his body imprisoning hers with mindless pleasure. At her reanimation, she redoubles her determination to use her healing gifts to help his people—except Zeke refuses to allow her to use them.

But with her clan leader set to launch his next attack, Zeke and Jacob have no choice but to try to heal Liz with the same sensual force she used to save them. Yet it may not be enough to avert a merciless plan that will test Zeke’s humanity, risk Liz’s life—and threaten their timeless bond.

Warning: Features a determined hunk and a babe who won’t be tamed, loads of lusty sex including some menage, a ton of unrelenting peril, and love that knows no limit. In other words, a romance hot enough to vaporize steel.

Tina

Tina Donahue
“Heat with Heart”

SHAMELESS DESIRE (5 FLAMES - The Jeep Diva) 
COME FILL ME (5 STARS - GUILTY PLEASURES) 
ILLICIT DESIRE (4 STARS - ROMANTIC TIMES)
SENSUAL STRANGER (BOOK OF THE YEAR 2010)
DEEP, DARK, DELICIOUS (HOLT MEDALLION AWARD OF MERIT)

Website: http://www.tinadonahue.com/ 
Twitter: http://twitter.com/tinadonahue
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/tina.donahue.75
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/authortina/my-books/

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/tinadonahue

Five Essential Self-Editing Steps

1. Search for the word “was” and eliminate it. The word crops up in two ways, both negative: passive voice and tell vs. show. I thought I had been careful when I produced the first draft of The Trophy Wife, but found almost 400 instances of the word when I did my first search. I eliminated “was” and “wasn’t” for days until only three remained, all in the same sentence. The sentence is at the end of the following paragraph, and if anyone can tell me how to get rid of these three, I’ll have a document free of “was” and “wasn’t:”

“Miss Havana slowly shook her head as she surveyed the interior of the bar. She liked to party at upper-class dance clubs with lots of neon palm trees and a lively band—places where a beautiful woman could dance all night, drink for free and meet men of means when the mood moved her. She sighed. This wasn’t one of those places, Jackson wasn’t one of those men and she wasn’t in the mood.”

Please review http://www.solsticepublishing.com/writers/4-dos-and-donts-of-show-dont-tell/ to see how “was” contributes to “tell vs. show.” Every example involves the word “was.” The word also contributes to passive voice when combined with a gerund (“ing word”). Instead of was walking, use walked. Removal of “was” in association with passive voice is relatively easy. Removal of “was” associated with tell vs. show can be a challenge.

2. Search on the word “were” and eliminate it … for the same reasons given above.

3. Search on the word “felt.” It is easy to say “Miss Havana felt ill,” but that is telling. If you used the word “felt,” then you are telling. You need to eliminate that.

4. Search on the word “eyes.” I read a blog recently (and wish now I had saved the reference) about eyes doing strange things, like bulging out and running across the floor. Impossible physical actions should not be attributed to eyes. They can’t run around on their own. Another issue with “eyes” is repetition. If you use the same phrase over and over, like “she looked him in the eyes,” something needs to change. Repetition is bad.

5. Remove adverbs where you can. Dr. Yoman suggests better descriptions of speech actions helps in this regard. He says, “These have the added merit of helping us to avoid tedious repetitions like ‘she said’ / ‘he replied’ that make a story read like a ping pong match. They also eliminate the need for adverbs, the sign of an amateur.

‘She whispered softly’ becomes ‘I strained to hear her.’ Likewise, ‘He said, gruffly’ might be ‘His words sounded like gravel in a cement mixer.’ ‘She lisped, delightfully’: ‘I heard the wings of an angel, flying low.’ ‘He replied, angrily’: ‘His voice was broken glass.’ ‘She said, in a beautiful voice’: ‘Her voice reminded me of summer nights in old Castilia.’

And here’s a bonus tip. The first few paragraphs of the story must grab the attention of the reader. I have tried to make the first three paragraphs of The Trophy Wife ones that will make a reader want to finish the book. So, instead of an excerpt with this blog, I’m giving you all an example of the start of the novel. Please feel free to comment if you believe I can make it stronger.

“Miss Havana wiped forming moisture from the corner of her eye, winced at the growing pain stabbing her left butt cheek and squeezed tight on the sphincter dam holding back her over-full bladder. Her drumming fingers increased tempo as she glanced at the wall clock. Three-fifteen. She squirmed to relieve the burning sensation on her backside, and attempted to cover her discomfort with an announcement, “Ten minutes; make the most of them.”

Her eyes searched the room for the slightest movement or knowing glance that might reveal the perpetrator. They all looked guilty. The odor of nervous sweat mixed with pheromones clogged the air, the uncomfortable residue of twenty-eight high school students taking their chemistry mid-term exam. She continued to scan the group, looking also for subtle signs of cheating.

To facilitate stealth during past tests, she stationed herself at the back of the room to watch over her charges, making occasional forays up the aisles at unexpected times. On some occasions, she even dressed in a dark form-fitting knit top, silk pants and black petite heel shoes with soft leather soles, an ensemble of clothing that produced little sound when she moved. But not today. Today she sat in the Superglue placed on her chair by one of her students, so identifying the culprit would be far more important than catching a cheater. This time revenge could come into play.”

I am trying to follow the advice given here while I self-edit The Trophy Wife. I am on step 4 at this time. When I complete the “search and eliminate tasks,” I will hunt adverbs on my next complete reading. I wish you all good luck with your self-editing process.

Thanks for reading,

James L. Hatch

http://cookinwithmisshavana.blogspot.com/

amazon.com/author/jameshatch

To Keep You Humble - Dog Poo and Toilet Seats

 To Keep You Humble - Dog Poo and Toilet Seats

I was reflecting the other day about staying humble. Everyone sees diva behavior here and there and I definitely don't want to ever be one of those. I think I'm good though because I happen to be reflecting while on my hands and knees changing out my sons toilet seat in his bathroom. Talk about a reminder that I ain't all that. :)

And another limiting factor to keep everyone humble? Dog Poo.

The other night I was walking between our house and another storage barn to grab a case of water and stepped in dog poo on the way back to the house. Not once, not twice, but three times. Talk about some kind of record! It must have been some kind of poo mind field, and my lucky rabbit's foot was NOT with me that evening.

No one is immune to certain things every once in a while to remind each of us we are no different than anyone else.

But moments like this, the valleys for lack of a better term, make the peaks of this writing adventure seem that much higher when we're standing on top of one. 

My next big peak you ask?

Wednesday.

June 12th.

Two more days.

My first EVER release day.

Together in Cyn will be available to buy from Ellora's Cave and I CANNOT WAIT!!

To celebrate I'm having a sex toys giveaway! How do you get entered to win you ask? For my stop here on Sweet N Sexy Divas comment below and tell me something that has happened to you, a simple something reminding you your feet are still firmly planted in the realm of reality, and in my case the dog poo. :)

 Giveaway Page - A list of my other blog stops on my tour and picture of my naughty gift basket and list of the ***coughnoveltyitemscough*** that will be included can be found here. :)

Come check it out and leave comments on each spot to be entered to win multiple times!

Book One in the Members Only Series. 

 Within the walls of The Library, a Members Only BDSM club, anything goes. It’s a dark oasis for every Dom and sub to discover their happily ever after. Screams of pleasure and pain echo through the walls every night, but beneath each cry lies a confession. Unrequited love, cravings of domination by more than just one, even the desire for someone of the same sex. Each member learns, to find their forever, they must unearth the strength to reveal…everything.

Together in Cyn

 She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She shouldn’t want them to tie her up or strap her down, to take her one at a time—or together. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she craves.

 But Jared and Chris have read her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not only own a members-only BDSM club, they want her. Need her. And now, with their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.

 Inside Scoop: If you have a kink, this book probably has it too. If you like your ménage romances extra hot with a side of male-male romance, spanking, voyeurism and girl-on-girl action, come and get it.

 A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 Buy Link on Ellora's Cave when the book releases on June 12th!!

Unedited Excerpt

 “So, Cyn, why aren’t you fucking anybody?”

I sucked a mouthful of beer down the wrong pipe, sputtered and coughed my way through it, and nearly knocked over the glass bottle as I got it under control. The beer anyways. After wheezing through another breath I moved my drink aside. The last thing I needed was a wet spot in my lap. “Where in the hell did that come from?”

Jared Kennedy, one of my best friends, glanced at my fingers as I worried a heart charm at the bottom of a silver chain. A knowing smirk tilted his lips when he glanced up again. “Come on. Nobody creaming your Twinkie at the moment or do you not like sex in general? We want to know. So don’t be shy, spit it out.”

The other half of the we he referred to was his fraternal twin Chris, who watched us across an empty dance floor and from behind their bar thirty feet away. Still anxiously working the pendant back and forth, I turned once more to Jared.

He leaned against his chair, forearms crossed over his broad chest and an expectant smile revealed bright white teeth. The brothers had always done that. Known the right expression to make so I would answer anything. They acted broody or impatient and I’d give anything to make them happy. Pathetic—my middle name when it came to these two.

“I like it, J. As much as anybody does, I guess. Whether I like it to the same extent you and Chris do, I don’t know. Your appetites have always run on the high side according to the gossipmongers in town.” I squirmed in my seat. I admit it. One of my best friends was asking me if I liked sex and all I could think was…meh. My sex life…well, visualize the Titanic sinking and you get the gist. Most guys don’t appreciate being called another guy’s name—or two guys’ names—when you’re getting off. It’s a real deal breaker.

“Uh huh. It’s Saturday night and you’re here, like last night and the night before. Guys hit on you but you blow ‘em off. You work at the gym all day and help out here anytime we ask. Love our one-on-one time together on the weekends, and I know you’ve been helping Chris during the week too. CJ’s has gotten damn busy, and we dig the help, but you’ve been restless lately and we’ve both noticed. What gives?”

Getting to work at the bar with both of them on a weekend was rare. One of them was normally MIA. But tonight? From the moment I stepped foot inside they were watching me. Shivers of awareness raced over my skin, but I was too chicken to actually do anything about it. A blush slithered its way up my bare shoulders, crawled all over my failing willpower and flipped on a big neon sign above my head, flashing, “Not Gettin’ Any”. That Jared and Chris knew my social calendar was on par with reservations at a leper colony just plain sucked. The three of us had been close for years, but this was way beyond what my heart—and several other tingly parts—could handle.

“You’re hot. You haven’t been with anyone since Matt.”

Mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach because Jared wasn’t going to drop it. Thankfully my beer sat well out of reach.

“Not that it’s any of your business but who’s to say I’m not having sex every night and twice on Sundays?” I cocked a blonde eyebrow in his direction with a little sultry thrown in, with what I hoped was a sassy twist of my lips. That sass faded into scared rabbit when he gave me that look again. Same one he’d been giving me all night long. The one I’d seen for years and hated because it was never directed at me.

It was Jared on the make. My adrenal gland kicked into high gear. I was a little bit thrilled and a whole lot terrified.

He was always the comedian. He’d played pranks on me anytime he could, but this was no joke.

His gaze remained locked on me and his blue eyes, shadowed by thick lashes, taunted me with sexual promise. Female residents of our fair city of Arcadia had spent years fantasizing over his tanned skin and muscled frame. Right at the height of my ogling, he speared long fingers through his blond, sun-streaked hair. It wasn’t long enough to negate any of his rugged appeal but it was far from the military cut he’d worn for years. Currently it was perfect to hold onto for a nice long ride.

As his hair fell across his brow, he leaned onto the table to grab his beer. He grazed my arm on the way and I locked my muscles up good and tight to suppress another shiver. My reaction to them? Spontaneous combustion. But tonight was different. Tonight they noticed how I responded to them. They threw logs on the smoldering fire every chance they got. Touching me, teasing me. Staring at me as if they knew how wet I was. For them. Only them.

He hooked an elbow on the back of his chair, legs wide as he drank deeply from a longneck. His lips caressed the cold glass as he sucked the bitter liquid into his mouth, and his Adam’s apple dipped low as he swallowed. My tongue traced my bottom lip and my inner harlot jumped up with her hand in the air. By all that was holy, if I was in the middle of some wet dream and woke up in the middle of another empty orgasm alone in my bed, I was going to scream.

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