Thursday, August 30, 2012

Book Spotlight-Mistress of Passion by Harley De Luca

In the realm of all things sexual, Rachel used her sexuality as a form of escape. She desperately tried to avoid her past to manipulate her future by delving into the dark recesses of all things kinky. With a fearful past, she turned her hurt, rage, confusion and unexplained passion into nothing but pure pleasure.  Being a Mistress came naturally for Rachel, she was good at being a Dom. Only one challenge stood in her way, would she able to accept her life the way it was now or was she secretly yearning for something more?

Dominic was your all around “grade-A” male. Had the job, the money, the title, but didn’t have the will to live, not until he walked into London Leather. Like most of the rich and famous he needed the escape of normality, needed to be reminded of who he was when he was stripped of everything. He had been stripped before but not like this. Would he be able to withstand all he was about to receive or would he have to resort back to his old ways and just pray for death?

About the Author:
With so many books to read and so many stories to write there is hardly enough time in the day to make up the perfect balance to get both accomplished! As she finished her first story for Hot Ink Press she felt victorious. She has been writing for fun-and for expression, for the past couple of years, but to now finally have something that will be produced for the whole world to read and enjoy is more than a goal she had set for herself-it was a MAJOR accomplishment. 
Even though "life" had gotten in the way of her writing, she has recently come back to it so she can give her fans an excitement of pleasure they just can't put down. Now residing in Kansas City, she strives to top herself with each story she writes. Practice makes perfect is one of her mottos and one that she values only to make her next story better than the last.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Guess What?

Sure you can. Go ahead and guess. Lots of exciting things are happening to this author. Many of you know I've been deep in edits for Street Safe. Well those are done and sent back to my editor. Also my alter ego has been deep in edits for Micah's Blessing, well final read through this week and off to formatting.

But the big news? No, not another book releasing…Well that is big news and yes I do. There are at least three more due out before the end of the year. No, the big, fantastic exciting news is that I'm part of a new blog with some fantasareffic writers.

It seems every genre in romance is represented and these ladies are no slouches. They can bring it. So check out Luscious Literaries. Our first post goes live September 1 and there will be prizes to kick things off.

Woot! Woot! So excited. Have a great day all!
Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Interview with a Jewish Vampire

Free Sunday and Monday.

The last thing zaftig middle-aged journalist, Rhoda Ginsburg, expected when she signed up for JDate was to fall in love with a vampire. But when she meets drop-dead gorgeous Sheldon, a Hasidic vampire, she falls hard. She rationalizes that he may not be alive, but at least he’s Jewish. 

She learns that back in the nineteenth century Sheldon was a rabbi who was turned into a vampire by Count Dracula, an anti-Semite who got his kicks from turning Orthodox Jews into vampires because then they’d have to drink blood, which isn’t kosher. Soon after she meets Sheldon, she discovers her beloved mother, Fanny, is terminally ill, so she comes up with the crackpot idea of getting Sheldon to turn Fanny and her friends, known as “the goils,” into vampires. Once she becomes a vampire, Fanny tires of her boring life in Century Village, Florida, and, seeking thrills, she goes clubbing and disappears into the nightlife of South Beach in Miami. When Fanny and her goil posse “go rogue” and start preying on the young, Rhoda and Sheldon must track them down to keep them from killing again. 


Friday, August 24, 2012

Bound by Pleasure-An interview with Dawn

Today I am sitting down with one of my characters from Bound By Pleasure, Dawn. She isn’t the main heroine of the story, but she is the best friend to Megan and she got to watch everything from the sidelines.
Lacey: Thank you for coming today Dawn.
Dawn: No problem. It’s a pleasure to be here.
Lacey: Megan is your best friend and she was not a submissive before. However, now she is. You’re already in this lifestyle. Do you feel like she ever would have ventured into it if it wasn’t for you?
Dawn: Eventually she would have. Megan is a natural sub. Even though she fought Greg some along the way, it was in her all the time. Sometimes it’s nice to just give up control and put yourself in someone else’s hands to take care of you.
Lacey: You knew both Greg and of course Megan before they met. When you heard Greg needed a new sub and you set up the interview for him with Megan. Did you know you were making a match?
Dawn:  Let me clarify, I only knew Greg in passing. He was unique however and different. He doesn’t socialize much with other Dom’s. In fact, he is a very private man. Megan keeps to herself as well. She spends hours a day locked away in her office writing. So to answer your question, yes, they certainly seemed right for one another. And, I think it’s worked out perfectly for each of them, don’t you?
Lacey: Oh yes, I do.  Megan has finally opened up.
Dawn: Yes! And I am so glad. That poor girl needed to learn to express herself.
Lacey: Near the end of Bound By Pleasure, you met Greg’s mentor and Friend Jay. Megan says she think she saw sparks between the two of you. Anything you’d like to share.
Dawn: Well, I liked him. But ultimately that’s up to you, Mrs. Wolfe.
Lacey: When you’re ready Dawn, let me know. As we learned, its been awhile since you were in a relationship. 
Dawn: Yes, but I’ve been watching my dear friend Megan and I think I need some playtime as well.
Lacey: Maybe we can work something out.

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Can Megan let her guard down enough to experience the pleasures Greg has to offer?
As an erotic romance author who has spent hours researching the BDSM lifestyle, Megan thinks she knows all about it. But when she decides to explore it firsthand, she quickly learns that there's a lot she doesn't know.
Greg isn't your typical Dom. He's an artist, and his life is anything but organized. He likes Megan from the start. She's honest and he sees something different in her. The more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself acting in ways he never has before. He's developing feelings for her, and he's hopeful Megan might be feeling the same way, but every time he tries to get her to open up to him, it seems that she takes a huge step back.
Megan has a hard time expressing herself, a problem that only intensified when her ex criticized her every time she tried to share her feelings. As a result, she learned to bite her tongue and keep her emotions hidden. So when she begins to fall in love with Greg, she isn't sure how to tell him, or even if she should tell him. But she fears if she doesn't open up to him soon, she may lose him. Can Megan find the courage she needs before it's too late?
Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM theme

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Male Review with Lillian Grant

1-Tell the readers a little about yourself.
I grew up in the UK but emigrated to Australia after meeting and marrying my lovely husband. I love to travel and see the world.  When I am not writing I have an uptight and hectic day job. Creating romantic stories whether it be suspense or comedy is my escape to another world.

2-As an author, do you take time to read? If so, what do you like to read and who is/are your favorite author/s?
I love to read and have very strange taste in books. My all time favourite book is The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thompson. I am also rabidly devouring JD Robb’s In Death Series and JR Ward’s Blackdagger Brotherhood books. I also have a soft spot for Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum books…the grandma is to die for and Ranger isn’t too bad either. 

3-How do you stay motivated when the Muse is uncooperative?
I threaten to tie them up and beat them!  Only kidding. My muse changes with each book. It’s usually one of the characters. If it stops working for me I turn to my crit partner and she usually points out they stopped talking to me because I have taken the character in a direction they would never go.

4-If you could go anywhere in the world on a romantic getaway, what would you do and where would you go?
Hmm.  I am tempted to say Paris because I just love it but there are some gorgeous private tropical islands off the coast of tropical north Queensland in Australia. I would spend my days swimming, drinking long tall cocktails and laying in a hammock with my lovely hubby. 

5-What is the hardest thing for you to write?
The middle of the story is a real trial. I don’t plot I just have a vague idea in my head. I love to write to see what is going to happen next, and sometimes what happens is a complete surprise. However, by the time I get about thirty thousand words in I have an idea of where I am going to end the book. The combination of knowing what is going to happen next and the angst about how to get there, and will I have enough words once I do, makes writing feel like swimming in molasses.

6-If you could live the life of one of your characters who would you be?
Good question. I would probably choose to be Charlene from Speak to Me of Abduction because she gets the hot Hollywood movie star along with his bank balance and super yacht.  I love the ocean so having your own boat and a crew to sail it would be my kind of heaven. 

7-The tag line on my blog is ‘Indulge Your Inner Romantic.’ What do you do to indulge?
I love to eat strawberries with chocolate sauce and cream in bed, and I never eat alone

Sam Stephens and Meg Riley are in love, and finally on the cusp of sex anytime, anywhere, anyhow. That is until Meg’s Great Aunt Maud, the octogenarian nymphomaniac, gets tossed out of the old folk’s home and moves in with them, closely followed by her polar opposite, Meg’s scarily frigid mother.
Meg’s best friend Laura convinces Aunt Maud to invest in Male Review, a BDSM-themed male strip joint. For Meg, it’s just one more step along the path to disaster, made even worse when former prostitute Michael is hired as the bar manager. After all, Laura’s last venture ended with Meg being arrested as a pimp. And Michael’s to blame for the crazies invading Meg’s home, and even worse, he still has the hots for her.
If she wants to get her life back, all Meg needs to do is find a new home for Maud, resolve the dispute between her warring parents, keep Michael at arm’s length, and rescue her relationship with Sam before it disintegrates completely. Male Review appears to be just one more problem to deal with, but perhaps it could provide an unexpected solution.

Excerpt: Chapter One
Meg rolled her eyes as a loud snort rent the air. She lifted her head, smashed a fist into her pillow, and glared at the comatose old woman lying next to her. This wasn’t how things were supposed to work out. Once Sam declared his undying love for her they should have ridden off into the sunset together. Instead, they jumped into her compact Korean car and hustled around to the old folk’s home to meet her mother.
Clearly it wasn’t her fault that St. Andrew’s had tossed Aunt Maud out. The whole disaster had been down to Laura and her stupid idea to start a male escort business. Meg went to the hotel to try and fix things. Given a few more minutes she would have un-cuffed Michael Monaghan from the bed and persuaded Aunt Maud elderly ladies had no need to use the services of a male prostitute. She might even have recovered Michael’s clothes so he could get dressed. Thank God her mother arrived at the old people’s home after the police left and she never got the whole story behind Maud’s eviction. Although, having her mother yell and show disappointment in her debauched daughter might have been a quicker and less painful punishment than agreeing to let Aunt Maud move in with her and Sam until she found a new home. To date, every old people’s home in Sydney, Australia had turned the crazy old lady away.
Meg’s mind turned to her new beau. They’d been on the cusp of sex any which way, anywhere, any time, and then, when Aunt Maud showed up, the sex fest was over. She couldn’t sleep in his bed because Maud would know what they were doing and Meg would be horribly embarrassed. How was he coping? Sam had needs. Big needs. Often needs. She hadn’t heard yips of “yee-haw” coming from his room since Aunt Maud moved in a month ago, so either he was suffering from a case of blue balls, or he’d learned to jack off quietly. The thought of him lying in his reclining chair naked with his fist wrapped around his hard, hot, heaving cock sent a heat wave through her body and a definite dampening in areas that had no business being damp when you shared a bed with your eighty-something great aunt.
Another loud snarl made Meg sigh loudly and check her alarm clock. She hadn’t planned on getting up until after eight as, on top of everything else, she didn’t have a job to go to, but sleep was impossible. Maybe an early morning snack would help. Yes, she was on a diet, but everyone knew calories consumed before seven in the morning didn’t count. Besides, she might check out the gym where Sam worked later, purely for exercise purposes. The thought of Sam and exercise wouldn’t cool her down, but Ben & Jerry were more than up to the job.
She climbed out of bed and dragged on her robe. One last look at Sleeping Beauty, sans teeth and wig, assured her Maud was dead to the world and she should get going while the getting was good. The door squeaked on its hinges, but Aunt Maud continued to saw logs. Meg pulled the bedroom door closed behind her and relaxed. In the last thirty days the only time she’d been without Maud was when either of them went to the bathroom. Except the hour she left her with Sam while she went to buy groceries. That hadn’t ended so well. She’d found Sam’s whimpering and begging never to be left alone with Maud again quite disturbing. The old girl seemed to think men were game for sex twenty-four seven, and Sam usually was, but not with octogenarians who had a penchant for pinching butts and ripping towels off freshly showered men.
Meg crept down the hall, through the living room, and into the kitchen. The place shone. No one would fault Maud on her work ethic. She had cracked the whip for hours, only stopping her nagging when Meg had cleaned every surface until they could eat off it. So, she was a bit slap dash about housework, and Sam was no better, but who cared. Now the place didn’t feel like home at all.
After retrieving a large spoon from the cutlery drawer, Meg opened the freezer and bent over to find her favorite flavor made by her favorite men. Just as she reached inside to pull out a tub of Chunky Monkey, two hands splayed across her back and something rigid buried itself in her arse crack.
She’d recognize Sam’s particular brand of foreplay anywhere. He had a thing about bending her over and taking her from behind, but she wasn’t so hot on the idea with her head buried in the freezer and Maud likely to walk in at any moment. The old lady would never believe she had a platonic relationship with Sam if she found him buried up to his testicles inside Meg. Once her mother found out she had taken up sleeping with her male flat mate Meg would be moved into a nunnery, or Sam tossed out on his ear before either of them had a chance to explain. Her mother didn’t do sex, and neither did the rest of the family, if she had anything to say about it.
God, Meg was beautiful. How she could think otherwise escaped him. The sight of her abundant curves sent Sam’s already thumping pulse rate higher. Unable to believe his luck at finding her alone, and in such a seductive pose, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her still bent form. He slipped his hands inside the front of her robe. The fingers of his left hand edged inside her panties on a seek-and-plunder mission between her thighs, while he used his right hand to tweak her left nipple into surrender.
Maud was a pain in the arse. All his good work at not only finally seducing Meg, but getting her to lose her inhibitions, was coming unraveled. He missed her. His cock missed her. The bed felt empty when she wasn’t in it. Never before had he felt this way about a woman, but Meg was the one. He’d fallen hopelessly and passionately in love with her and he wanted to show her … hard and often.
Heat spread through his body. Oh, she felt so good. He fingered the dampness between her thighs and brushed his thumb over her nipple. Her breast was heavy in his hand. Her womanly curves sent a rush of desire straight to his already straining dick. She was his perfect wet dream. Warm, soft, and the girl had a mouth to die for, but that could wait for next time. He had no idea when he would get another opportunity like this. He growled in her ear and tugged her robe up the back of her legs, desperate to bury himself inside her.
“Sam. Stop!”
She wriggled out of his grasp and he groaned his disappointment. His stallion bucked at the gate waiting for the starter’s orders. The feisty bugger would put an eye out if it broke free of his very tight white boxer briefs.
He took a deep breath. “I’m dying here.”
Meg glanced at his bulging erection.
“We can’t. Maud might come through.”
Sam growled, “Fuck Maud.”
A giggle escaped Meg. “I’m sure she’d be a more than willing partner and at least you could get some relief.” She popped the top off the ice cream and filled the spoon. Maybe she hoped the cool dessert would bring them both back to their senses. She offered him the first taste. “Here, have some ice cream instead.”
He took the spoon from her and slipped it seductively between his lips then pulled it back out and slowly licked the remaining dessert from the stainless steel surface. The way she licked her lips and swallowed showed his actions were getting the desired reaction. Encouraged, Sam reached out, took the tub, and refilled his spoon. He leaned forward and brushed his ice cream cooled lips against hers as he whispered, “Coming?”
Meg squeaked out, “Not yet,” then followed him as he disappeared through the house.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Teaching Officer Lonesome

1-Tell the readers a little about yourself.
Hi!  I live in Southern Oregon with my husband and two little girls.  When I'm not writing, I'm reading, watching movies, or hanging out with my friends and family.  I'm a pretty average Joe :)  

2-As an author, do you take time to read? If so, what do you like to read and who is/are your favorite author/s?
I'm such a book worm.  I blame my parents for that.  They taught me and my siblings to love reading from a very young age.  I can remember spending hours and hours in our rocking chair, reading in front of the fire.  My dad would keep adding more logs to the fire, smiling the whole time.  He knew that fostering this love of reading would be a lifelong gift for us.  And he was right.
I like to read the kind of stories I like to write.  Romantic suspense and paranormal romance.  But I also love mysteries, true crime, chik lit and books on the craft of writing.  Stephen King's On Writing is one of my all time favorite books.  I have an autographed copy!  My pride and joy :)

3-How do you stay motivated when the Muse is uncooperative?
Ugh.  That's a toughie, as all writers know.  I think for me, reading is one of the best motivators.  Reading a great story makes me want to write one.  I also get in the mood to write after watching a really good movie.  Especially ones with a sexy hero or two.  Yummy!  
Sometimes I get a little burned out when my characters or storyline is being uncooperative.  That's when a day off from writing really works wonders.  I've found that I need to give myself a chance to miss it a little.  And I do.  I can't go for more than a few days at the most, or I start to climb the walls.  Then I'm ready to get back at it and the words usually flow much better.

4-If you could go anywhere in the world on a romantic getaway, what would you do and where would you go?
Oh, boy.  Italy.  Everything about that country seems romantic to me.  The wine, the rich European history, the beautiful countryside.  Maybe it's also because one of my favorite movies is Under The Tuscan Sun, and Marcello is such a hearthrob ;)  Frances is a writer and rediscovers her gift when she moves to Tuscany.  Such a great story.  

5-What is the hardest thing for you to write?
I hate transition scenes.  They're a necessary evil, but seem so boring to me.  I struggle to write them in a way that'll still keep my readers interested.

6-If you could live the life of one of your characters who would you be?
What a great question!  I think I'd be Josie from A Death That Lingers.  She's married to an abusive rock star and ends up leaving him to go back to her small home town in Kansas.  She starts a brand new life running her family's antique shop on Main Street and falls in love with the local chief of police (a total hunk).  The only problem is, she ends up being haunted by a very persisent and angry ghost. 
I really love everything about Josie's life (even having to deal with a ghost).  Even though she's moved back to a sleepy, midwestern town, there's never a dull moment for her there. 

7-The tag line on my blog is ‘Indulge Your Inner Romantic.’ What do you do to indulge?
Great tag line!  I like to indulge in time with my best friend.  Once a week we go out for a girl's night, have wine and see a movie.  It's so nice to spend quality time with my husband, but seeing my bestie is like the cherry on top of the sundae.  She balances me out, makes me a happier, more fulfilled person.  That's a healthy indulgence, I think.

A sexy cop with a broken heart is about to be taught a lesson.
Hope Marlow is a twenty-two-year-old seasoned vet when it comes to steamy one-night stands. Hope has had a hard life. From the wrong side of the tracks and abandoned by her mother, she finds herself trying to raise her little sister on a salary that barely pays the bills each month. She's tough, jaded, but when she's pulled over one sweltering summer afternoon for not using her turn signal, she meets her match in a sexually inexperienced cop twice her age.
The day Jack Malone stopped Hope is one he can't forget. It's more than the way she looked in the miniskirt and hot pink tank top, it's her confidence that keeps coming back to haunt him. But Jack is still reeling from his wife's death a year ago, and Hope represents things he thinks he can't have with a woman—passion and a new beginning. Plus, there's the fact that she's practically half his age.
Hope sees things differently. The age difference doesn't bother her, but while Jack craves an emotional connection, Hope has no interest in that. She's an expert at pushing her emotions aside, and she knows that if Jack would let her, she could teach him how fulfilling lust alone can be. With that in mind, she sets out to seduce the sexy cop.
It's only during their first night of passion that they both discover how much they've been missing.
Content Warning: contains sensual sex and some explicit language

About The Author
For Kaylie Newell, storytelling is in the blood. Growing up the daughter of two gifted writers, she knew eventually she’d want to follow in their footsteps. While she’s written short stories her whole life, it wasn’t until after her kids were born that she decided to shoot for the moon and write her first romance novel. She hasn’t looked back since!
Kaylie lives in Southern Oregon with her husband, two little girls, an elderly Chihuahua mix, and two indifferent cats.
She would love to hear from you! You can find her at:

Before her knees could touch the linoleum, Jack grabbed her and pulled her up again. "I don't even know you, Hope. And you don't know me. Don't you think there's something off here?"
He grunted.
"Well, I don't," she said. "You're a guy. Guys like sex. They understand it. They relate to it. It's how you operate. Lucky for you, I happen to speak guy."
The beginnings of a smile touched his lips. "I don't operate like that. I don't just sleep with random women. I need more than this."
More than this. Hope considered herself pretty tough. She was young, but she'd seen a lot. Her father's abuse, her mother's abandonment, extreme poverty. She'd seen her fair share. But despite that, hearing those words coming from this man, hurt. A lot. She wasn't good enough.
She dropped her hands and stepped back. "I see."
He must have recognized the look on her face, because he immediately reached out again. She pulled away and sat heavily on the couch.
"That's not what I meant."
She bit the inside of her cheek, unable to look at him. "I know what you meant. And that's okay. It really is."
Liar. It's not okay. It's never going to be okay. The steel wall around her heart magically gained another layer as she made a bitter mental note. It's official. Sexy, older soccer dads who look fantastic in their work uniforms, and who also happen to be handy around the house, are off your list, missy.
Jack bent down and took her hands. When she tried to pull them back, he tightened his grip. "Will you listen to me for a second?"
She stared at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. When he touched his fingers to her chin, they were warm and calloused, rough and sexy. He raised her head gently until she had no choice but to look him in the face.
"That's not what I meant," he said, his voice low. "You're a beautiful young woman. Any man would be lucky to have you."
She clamped her teeth together. I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry.
"I didn't mean I need more than this." Emphasizing the last word, his eyes fell, lingering for a moment on her breasts. "I meant I need more in the form of a relationship."
"A relationship?" She searched his face for any sign he was joking, but found none. He really was too good to be true. "Seriously?"
"Why's that so hard to believe?"
"I've just never met a guy who actually wanted a relationship before sex." She smiled a little, but he remained serious.
"I don't think sex should be a casual thing. I think you should love someone first. Or at least have feelings for them."
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she wondered if she could convince him otherwise. She happened to know sex could be mind-blowing even if you weren't head over heels in love.
"Can I ask you something?" she said.
He sat back on his heels. "Shoot."
"How many women have you been with?"
His face colored, even through the thick, dark stubble which prickled his neck and jaw. "That's none of your business, Hope."
"I think it's relevant to the conversation we're having."
"I'm not discussing this with you."
"Maybe you should."
He was quiet for a minute, and so was she. They stared at each other for a long moment before he spoke again.
"I'm flattered. I really am. But I'm too old for you."
"You think you're too old for me. I feel differently."
He smiled in a way that said he was done talking about it. "I'm too old for you. But I'd like to be friends. Do you think we can manage that?"
Sure. Whatever.
Sticking his hand out to shake, he was suddenly Officer Malone again. The aloof and businesslike cop who had stopped her last week for the blinker thingy.
"Sure," she said, feeling like a little girl with a hopeless crush. "Friends."

Friday, August 17, 2012

Book Spotlight-My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy by DL Jackson

When Grace Daniels goes to the cemetery to visit the grave of her twin brother, she meets a soldier, there for the same reason, or at least that’s what she believes until he tells her about the blind date her brother arranged before he was killed in combat.
It’s the date of her dreams. Big band, brass and sass, Madame Eve from 1NightStand has set her up for an unforgettable night, a WWII swing dance party. Unfortunately she’s having trouble letting go of her past, and is afraid to take the chance given to her. 
Sergeant Frank Winters is an Army trumpet player who travels with the Color Guard, a great dancer and six feet four inches of eye candy that could make her an addict. He’s also a soldier and soldiers can get killed. Grace doesn’t have the heart to lose someone again, but Frank knows a good thing when he sees it, and he’s determined to show her in one night, she’s got more to lose if she walks away.
About the Author: 
D. L. Jackson is an award-winning writer of urban fantasy, science fiction, military romance and erotic romance. She loves to incorporate crazy plot twists, comedy and the unexpected into her worlds. As a U.S. Army veteran, she naturally adores men in uniform and feels the world could always use more. She does her part by incorporating as many sexy soldiers in her novels as she can. When she isn't writing or running the roads, you can often find her online chatting with her peers and readers. Grab a cup of iced coffee, pull up your virtual chair and say hi. She loves emails and blog visits from her readers.

“For my next number, I’m gonna play something a little more laid back.” A slurry voice rang out over the headstones, echoing through what was supposed to be a closed graveyard. A trumpet began to play. Dah, dah, dum. Dah, dah, squawk.
She bolted up. “What the hell?” Believing she was alone, she’d bared her soul to her brother. She certainly wouldn’t have had that conversation if she’d known someone lingered nearby. She turned around three hundred and sixty degrees, until her gaze landed on a mausoleum backlit by the moon. A man stood on the roof with brass to his lips, butchering Taps. In his other hand, he held a bottle of what was probably in the glass on Geordie’s grave.
Grace swatted the debris from her pants and stomped toward the mausoleum, irritation prickling up the back of her neck. She stopped at the base of the stone structure and glared up. “What are you doing here at three in the morning? The cemetery is closed.”
“Whoa, hot chick in the audience.” He swayed, threatening to fall off the roof. “Feel free to toss your panties onto the stage in appreciation.”
She clicked her flashlight on and cast the beam on him. “I suggest you get down from there before you fall or I have to arrest you for public intoxication.”
He gave her a shit-eating grin. “You got handcuffs?”
“Oh, God,” she groaned under her breath. “Of course I’ve got handcuffs. I’m the police.”
He rocked and blinked his eyes. “You’re hot for a cop.”
“Thank you, I think. Now get down.”
“Okay.” He jumped, hit the edge of the roof, rolled off, and dropped like a stone at her feet, doing it with all the grace of a bag of potatoes. Yet he’d managed to keep hold of the bottle and not spill a drop. He put the horn to his lips and blew, but nothing more than a raspberry came from the mouthpiece. “For my next number, I’m going to play....” He looked up at her. “Any requests?”
“Yeah, tell me where you’re staying, so I can take you to your room.”
“Easy, girl. What kind of guy do you think I am?”

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Rescued Love

Ever since I was a little girl, I loved to help, especially those who are helpless. When it came to writing a novel, I couldn't pass up the idea of writing about animal rescue. I've never worked in an animal hospital or shelter, but I have some experience rescuing strays. Here is one story of how my family saved a dog.

 When I was a kid, my grandmother worked in home nursing. She would go to people's homes, help them get better, and sometimes even befriend their family. She had one particular family that she loved. They were an elder couple. Both had been doctors when they were younger, but now illness and old age had gotten the better of them. At first, only the husband was my grandma's patient. She would check his blood pressure and temperature, and then chat with his wife for hours before moving on to her next family. This family had a little white poodle that was like a child to them. 

As the years went on, the husband grew sicker, and the wife eventually took ill. Once the husband died, the couple's youngest daughter took the mother to live with her. My grandma would still do her home visits with the wife, but she noticed that the beloved family dog didn't seem so beloved anymore. She asked the daughter, who confessed to only keeping the dog for her mother's sake, and when the old woman died a few months later, the daughter told my grandma that now she intended to take the dog to a forest and let him get eaten by wolves. 

The dog was already old and halfway blind, and it broke my grandma's heart to learn of this animal's fate. He wouldn't survive in the woods. All it took was one phone call and my mom agreed to take the dog. My family rescued that poor poodle, giving him a warm bed to sleep in, and a few good years of his life before he had to be put down from old age. 

You see, animals are important to me, so if you are as much of an animal lover as I am, you will enjoy my new book, Rescued Love.

Here is the blurb: 

Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?

One by one, household dogs disappear only to come back after senseless abuse. Veterinarian Jordan Powell will stop at nothing to ensure her patients' safety. Even if that means seeking help from ex-boyfriend, police officer Nate Thrillson, the man whose heart she once broke.

The last thing Nate wants is a relationship. He has an inoperable cancerous tumor in his brain and his days are numbered. Yet, he couldn't resist Jordan.

It's a race against time to save the dogs and the man who captured her heart. Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?

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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Pineapple: Your P*ssy’s Best Friend

I'm so pleased to have the lovely Dahlia DeWinters at Decadent Decisions today. She's brought her with her a great post I'm sure will please.

W. Lynn, thanks so much for hosting me!

Readers, take a seat, kick off  your shoes and have a glass of iced pineapple juice.  I’ll tell you why in a minute, okay? 

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Every woman has heard the old joke about the blind man walking past the fish market and remarking “Hello, ladies.”  I’m sure there are more jokes out there about the way  pussy tastes or smells, and because they are jokes, the intimation is that the normal pussy smells and/or tastes bad and that’s why most men don’t like going down on a woman. Pshaw.

“Home in three days…don’t wash!”  - a missive supposedly sent to Josephine from Napoleon, proof of which I cannot find anywhere on the Internet.  But it’s fun to say, right? Perhaps Napoleon liked his pussy on the more fragrant side.

 As a teenager, my mother scarred me permanently by advising me to drink loads of water after eating tuna fish or salmon because “first you smell like fish, THEN you smell like fish.”  But she was right.  Whatever you consume will come out of you in one form or another.

Whatever the myths may be, let’s leave them behind in our quest for a tastier quim.  Given good hygiene, there are a few more steps you can take in order to sweeten the offering:

Avoid large amounts of junk food, garlic, onions.  Ever have that persistent garlic breath after eating spaghetti, that taste in your mouth that won’t go away?  Well, your pussy is probably feeling the same way, except the taste and/or smell will be in your partner’s mouth.

Stay away from smoking, too much alcohol and strongly spiced and/or fatty foods.  That Big Mac with large fries and a soda on a daily basis is eventually going to tell on you.  

Eat plenty of fruits, especially pineapple, melons, mango, and hold for cheap joke here, cherries.  These sweet fruits freshen your breath upstairs and down. Drinking fruit juices will also help.

Drink plenty of water.  This is a good thing for our bodies in general and one that we sometimes forget to do.  Water dilutes bodily secretions and helps to flush the toxins out. 

Try some of these tips to make your honey pot as mouth-watering as possible.

A note of caution:    Do not stick any fruits in your vagina.  You may experience an allergic reaction.


The Wisest Maiden is a fantasy fairy tale that is inspired by the One Thousand Arabian Nights story:

After she is forced into marriage with a powerful ruler who deflowers and kills his brides, Issalia is compelled to use her wits to avoid the executioner’s axe. But can she avoid having her heart captured by the deeply wounded king?

Excerpt from The Wisest Maiden:

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For the next few days, Issalia took close instruction from Amina on proper etiquette during the wedding feast, the ritual wedding night dance, and consumed a strict diet of only fresh fruit, light pastries, vegetables, and rice. When Issalia inquired during a noontime meal why she was on such a diet, “Surely the king doesn’t think I need to lose weight?” Amina actually blushed and gave her the answer in a bashful whisper. “It’s so your … taste is pleasing to the king.”

“Taste?” She brought her cup of water to her mouth and then paused, her face becoming hot. “Oh. Taste.” An erotic thrill passed through her body as she imagined the king’s mouth and lips on her most intimate flesh. She sipped at the water in an attempt to cool her body’s temperature, for a light coating of perspiration had blossomed on her skin, although the dining area was shaded. It was strange that she would have such feelings for a man who meant to kill her. After she replaced her cup, she selected an especially large piece of sweet mango. “Then I shall not disappoint His Majesty,” she said before she devoured the fruit in three bites.


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