Thursday, April 17, 2014

Guest Author Mary Lou George

Blog Post for Mary Lou George – Siren/Bookstrand Author – mainstream, contemporary



Twitter:  @marylougeorge2





Excerpt from Saving Destiny (Mainstream, Contemporary Romance)

“Mac?” She’d barely finished uttering the question in his name when his hand cupped the back of her neck and his lips came crashing down on hers. She struggled against him at first, knowing it was frustration and anger that had instigated the kiss. But it took only a moment for Mac to ignite the heat in her own blood and suddenly it no longer mattered to her what had precipitated the contact. All that mattered was what fueled it—passion. She welcomed it, with a cherry on top.

Despite the violence of his emotions, Mac still managed to kiss with finesse and she opened to him like a flower to the sun. He held her so tight she felt her bones might crack, but somehow he knew just how far to go without actually hurting her. She reveled in his touch and gave as good as she got. He pulled back slightly and she took the opportunity to suck his bottom lip into her mouth. It was Mac who’d taught her the art of kissing and in the intervening years she’d expanded on that knowledge. He moaned. Clawing at his chest, trying to get her hands on more of him, Sloan groaned with frustration. Reading her mind and coming to her rescue, he tore at his shirt, exposing his bare chest. Not satisfied with his nakedness alone, he pulled her T-shirt up over her bra and with adept hands freed her sensitive breasts. Glorying in the feel of his skin, Sloan rubbed herself against him over and over again. His hands dove into her hair and yanked her head back. He used his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth to worship the length of her arched neck and the softness of her breasts, making her tremble and moan.

“Oh God, Sloan, I want…so bad…I could hurt you right now,” he said between gritted teeth.

She heard his words over the pounding of her pulse and the roaring want in her ears. “You won’t,” she moaned.

Sloan could feel the hard length of his arousal as he drove his hips against hers and her hand flew to his crotch stroking his huge hardness with firm, sure strokes. He rose up and ground against her, pushing her back in the seat. His hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans and she said a silent word of thanks to the person who decided to put just a touch of spandex in denim. Like some sharp shooter, with unerring accuracy, Mac found just the right spot and touched her very core. His fingers were quick, thorough, and oh so clever. This was the man who’d known her more intimately than anyone. Years ago, he’d taught her how it was done. No one did it better and within moments Sloan felt that urgent sweet rush, climbing higher ever higher until she broke into tiny breathless fragments, throbbing, crying out his name. But for Sloan and Mac one release wasn’t enough. He’d always been able to make her climax over and over again with just the right pressure and movement of his fingers. He obliterated every other man in her experience. Lost in each other, place and time meant nothing to either of them. She wanted him inside her and knew he wanted to be there. She tugged at the button on his pants and he grunted.

The honking of a car horn snapped them out of their passionate oblivion. Somehow moving with lightning-quick speed, Mac protected her from prying eyes. In that split second’s distraction, their moment of sexual insanity was lost, gone forever. Pushing her away, as if he’d been burned, he rebuttoned his pants. He sat frozen for what felt like a long time, but must have been only seconds. Finally, he heaved a huge sigh. Turning his head, he watched as she finished setting her clothing to rights.

He ran a shaking hand through his hair, but as usual managed to avoid smoothing it. His expression wasn’t kind. “What the hell were you thinking? You shouldn’t have touched me.” His eyes still held a raging storm as they scanned her face. “Damn you, Sloan, I almost lost control. You should have stopped me. A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed. I could have hurt you. I’ve never hurt a woman in my life. That’s as close as I ever want to get.”

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Release Day Excitement with Doris O'Connor


Thanks so much for hosting me today. I'm incredibly excited to be sharing Maria's story with you. I knew I had to write her story from the minute we meet her in book one of the Projects Series, The Orgasm Project. In that book she sets up her best friend with her brothers. In book two of the series, The Bear Project, she is there for her human work colleague Emmi, when she comes back from holiday mated to a bear shifter, and we get the first glimpse at Maria's complicated love life.


"Oh, no," Emmi said. "You're not getting out of this so easily. Spill, Maria, what in hell is going on? You made it sound like some sort of dire emergency on the phone, so I drag myself here on my day off, and then you turn up half an hour late, and looking as though you've been dragged through a hedge backwards." Emmi stopped and properly looked at her friend. "And you were wearing those clothes yesterday. I knew it, you're seeing someone! Who is he?"

She had to be. Maria was always perfectly turned out, and she'd never wear the same clothes twice in a row, and she had sounded desperate on the phone.

Emmi crossed her arms and glared at Maria, and she squirmed.

"Them, actually, but you can't tell anyone, promise me, please."

"Two?" Emmi laughed. She couldn't help it. Here she was on the verge of combusting with sexual frustration, and Maria had snared herself two guys. "What is it with your family and threesomes?"

Maria paled, and something in her intense blue gaze told Emmi that all was not well here.

"Promise me, Emmi, you mustn't tell a soul. Not Anastasia or my brothers and certainly not Cole. Promise!"


Yes, it's complicated, and dangerous, and Maria and her men break all the rules.

I recall my editor telling me in no uncertain terms that I'd better be writing Maria's story next, when she read that bit in The Bear Project.


So, this is it. Maria gets her men…or does she?

You'll have to read the book to find out.  J


Being together could mean death to them all, but walking away is not an option…

Bloodlines need to be protected at all costs and as a true-blood cougar Maria is expected to mate with a council-approved shifter. Too bad the one chosen makes her skin crawl for all the wrong reasons.

But running away already landed her in hot water once before. Wolf shifter Malachi Luca saved her life ten years ago, and then promptly disappeared with her heart. So much for true love.

Now time is running out and Maria is feeling the strain. Seducing Professor Silas Deacon should be a welcome distraction except the human turns out to be her mate, too.

And that damn wolf—yeah he's back and determined to claim both his cat and his human. What's a girl to do? Fight for love and enjoy the awesome sex, of course.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, bondage, spanking, anal sex


Adult Excerpt:


Maria couldn't get enough air into her lungs, and she yanked on her restraints, the longer the two of them just stood there watching her through hooded lids.

Relax, little cat. Let us take care of you, and we'll deal with the rest of the world tomorrow, or next week.

Silas winked at her, and Maria's agitated cat calmed down. In fact the animal bowed her head in submission and hissed her approval when Malachi pulled his tee over his head. Her throat went dry taking in the hair roughened expanse of his chest and the force of his erection straining his jeans. Silas, too, shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his trousers and boxer briefs in one impatient move. His magnificent cock bounced up to his navel, and Maria whimpered when he took himself in hand and stroked along his impressive girth. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the slow movement of that hand. Not even when Malachi tore her dress off her with one abrupt flick of his clawed hands.

Cool air fluttered across her exposed skin, and her breasts grew heavy as her nipples tried their best to punch through the lace of her bra. The bed dipped again when Malachi knelt next to her and with a few well-placed flicks of his claws cut away their lacy covering. He continued a downward path of pleasuring pain toward her mound, using just enough force to leave a red trail behind. The slow slide and drag of those razor-sharp nails of his caused her whole body to tense, as sensations bombarded her. More of her juices gushed out of her as her pussy clenched in desperate need to be filled, and her hips pushed up when he circled her clit with his claw, lazy, incredibly slow circles that had her panting and undulating her hips in an effort to increase the pressure to that little swollen nubbin.

"Lie still, princess, or so help me I'll leave you hanging." Malachi's hot hand landed on her belly and pushed her hips back down on the bed at the same time as Silas stepped close enough for Malachi to grasp hold of his cock. The action meant he abandoned Maria's needy clit, and she whimpered when he licked away the bead of pre-cum that had appeared on Silas's dick.

"Fuck, yes." Silas hissed the words as Malachi took all of his lover's dick in his mouth and fondled his balls with one hand. The other still held her hips down, and Maria bit her lip as arousal fizzed through her veins. She wanted to come so badly, and she was so damn close that the slight wafts of air, created by Malachi bobbing his head up and down on Silas's cock made her clit contract with need.

Silas fisted his hands in Malachi's hair and fucked his mouth with an urgency and brutal need that he'd never displayed with her. She tore her gaze away from the sight of Malachi's lips stretched across Silas's dick to find Silas's gaze riveted between her thighs.

Maria whimpered at the heat of that gaze, until Silas pulled away from Malachi and knelt next to her head instead.

Grasping his dick, slick with Malachi's saliva, he ran it across her bottom lip, and Maria opened her mouth eagerly to take in as much as he could. Silas kept his hand on the base of his shaft to stop her from choking on his length, and she shot him a grateful look, as he started to fuck her mouth. The taste of him mixed in with Malachi's earthy scent, and she swallowed the first spurts of his cum down.

"Fuck, that's so hot."

Malachi's words sounded strained and slightly distorted as though he was more wolf than man right now, and Silas fucked her faster. One hand wrapped in her hair as he held her head at just the right angle to serve his needs, and the knowledge that he used her to his ends, had her grow even wetter. The rip of fabric as her underwear tore made her shudder, and there was the swipe of Malachi's rough tongue, and her body tensed. His claws dug into her ass as he lifted her up to give himself better access to her drenched core, and she screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her body.

Malachi chuckled into her pussy and then stepped up his efforts as Silas pulled out of her mouth and his hot cum splashed over her breasts.

Maria was too far gone to care, because Malachi now pushed two fingers into her channel, and finding her sweet spot in record time sent her over the edge twice more.

By the time she could draw air into her lungs, Silas was removing her leg shackles and Malachi had rid himself of his trousers. His cock was just as thick, if not thicker than Silas's. It wasn't quite as long, and the head of his dick looked swollen and purple, the balls drawn up tight to his body as though he was barely holding in his cum.

Malachi’s stubble glistened with the evidence of her arousal, and when he bent to devour her mouth his with his, she tasted herself in with him. It pitched her need for him sky high again, despite her earlier orgasms, and she pleaded with him in between kisses.

"Please, please…"

He pulled away and with a wicked grin bent down to lick the sticky evidence of Silas's cum of her breasts. Silas joined him on the other side, and the dual sensations sent her clit and pussy into overdrive. There was something so dirty and yet terribly arousing in the act, and when both men bit down on one erect nipple each, another orgasm ripped through her.


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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Guest Author - Aurora Clairmont

Title: The Starlet
Series: Set in the Old West
Author name: Aurora Clairmont
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Starlet Diana Winters arrives on set of the Western she is starring in, completely naïve to the fact her world is about to be turned upside down when she meets her two handsome costars.

Jason Lance plays the sweet ranch hand Jimmy Wes, and the infamous Cody Hartley plays the Wild Red Samson.

When the camera turns on, so does she. Diana’s attraction to each is apparent and goes beyond her acting out her character’s feelings for each of theirs. Diana’s heart and body is torn between her two painfully handsome male leads. Each man has so much to offer, and she wants it all. Who will she choose? Does she really have to? A voice in the back of her mind is refusing to accept that as the only option.

A Siren Erotic Romance

He scooped her into his arms like it was nothing. His strong arms lifting her up made her heart jump, the exact same feeling she got when a roller-coaster ride made the first nosedive. Her face reddened and she didn’t know why. She couldn’t do anything except wince from the weight her shoe put on her ankle as it dangled. Her head rested against his shoulder and she tried to measure her breathing, while once again experiencing his intoxicating scent. She felt warm and satisfied in his arms while quickly beginning to feel guilty that she was getting that sort of warm feeling from a man other than Jason.
As he carried her around a few bends and toward the light, she turned her head to look where they were going. It was active up on the platform and very well lit. Everyone was out, the whole crew and all the actors were mingling and eating buffet-style. It smelled like BBQ and Diana’s stomach turned painfully in her belly, again complaining at her for eating such a small breakfast only to miss lunch.
People saw them coming and several came forward to help, but the man shook them off and carried her all by himself. They went up the steps of the platform and to an open seat that had a bench from a different table near it. He moved the bench into place in front of the seat with his foot before setting her down as gently as a man could hope to.
As she winced in pain for the millionth time, she saw Jason through the crowd. She wanted to smile at him, but he was lost in the crowd of concerned and questioning people. The man who had saved her was answering questions for her. Explaining how he had found her in trouble and that her ankle seemed injured. In the meantime someone had left to find the doctor.
Diana looked up at him to try to start interjecting and her heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome. She felt her body respond, thinking of his smell and how his strong arms had been holding her. The warm feeling from their closeness hadn’t gone away, and it lingered on her skin in much the same way Jason’s kiss had earlier.
What hadn’t registered while she was in pain and being moved suddenly rushed in. His face, so handsome with chiseled features, and his in-control aura. It felt like she had seen him before somewhere, and her heart started to hum with emotion, a bit different than with Jason. Not replacing him at all though. It wasn’t nearly as strong a reaction…not until he looked down and their eyes met for the first time. She felt an explosion inside of her and realized a moment too late her mouth was agape. She closed her mouth and replaced her stunned expression with a smile that she could manage to maintain despite the pain she was in.
“Why were you walking into the trailer?” the man asked, eyebrow raised. “It seemed like you couldn’t see where you were going.” Attention was on her suddenly. The feeling of a bunch of people she didn’t know focusing on her so intently was a little overwhelming when combined with the pain.
“Night blindness,” she admitted, wondering if anyone there had ever heard of it. “Even in low light I start to have trouble seeing what is around me.”
Everyone hushed down for a moment and when it looked like they were about to ask anything else, they were halted with the arrival of the resident doctor. In a movie like this, things were bound to happen, so there was emergency staff present on set.
He asked her questions and started poking and prodding at her ankle. Diana started answering them, and while talking to the doctor she was distracted from the fact the man was walking away. She watched his back as he moved away from her. She couldn’t go after him, and she didn’t even know his name. Her heart sank. She had really wanted to introduce herself to him, even though there hadn’t been a good moment for it.
While the doctor checked her ankle for a break, she gestured someone toward her who was just turning to leave. She needed to know.
“What was that man’s name? The one that helped me just now?” she asked, voice trembling slightly with pent up emotion. This was all more than one girl should have to handle in one day.
“His name is Cody. He is playing Red,” the older man said with a casual smile, having no idea the predicament he had just thrown the young actress into.
Their lips met so naturally she wasn’t sure it happened at first, and when she realized it was happening she gave over to it. It was as soothing and warm where everything had been fire with Cody. The tingling feeling covered her whole body and she started to feel herself get seriously turned on.
They broke their kiss long enough for Jason to pull her into one of the set buildings. Jason kissed her as they moved, the kiss breaking and then their lips seeking each other out, meeting again and again. Jason lifted her on top of the saloon counter, her legs spread with him between them, leaning over her and kissing more forcefully. He was gentle and kind, but firm and demanding with what he wanted.
Jason kissed her cheek and then her neck, sucking and biting, careful not to give her a hickey. She felt herself moan. They hadn’t even started and she was already so wet. He pushed up her skirts, gently biting her neck as he did so. Diana let her neck roll back as she moaned again, exposing herself to his kisses and tugs at her clothing.
He groped her breasts, something she could only feel a little through the thickness of her corset. But, it was still so hot. She was hyperaware of how attractive she must be at that moment, with her beautiful dress and cinched-in waist.
“Oh Jason…” She moaned despite her heavy breaths of excitement.
“I want you so much. It’s been killing me,” Jason said in a voice that made her shiver. He kissed her lips and pulled her into a tight embrace. Jason was proving to be pretty fiery too. Fire and ice.
Their eyes met and it was clear they wanted the same thing. They had reached an understanding, and it was more than just sex. Suddenly Jason pulled back.
“Jason, wha…” Diana complained in a whimper. Feeling unfulfilled and horribly disappointed when he straightened his back and stood in front of her instead of leaning over her and kissing her. There needed to be more kisses. Lots more.
Jason took her soft hand in his and kissed it. His eyes rolled closed, like he was mesmerized, but when they opened again and he lowered her hand, he smiled mischievously. What was he planning?
“Not to toot my own horn, but we don’t have time to go all the way right now. But, there is something I have wanted to do since we met.” His hands pushed her skirts up from her knees and then slid underneath. His eyes never left hers. He wasn’t asking permission. He knew she needed this.
His large hands slid up her legs, fire tracing up toward their destination and her legs spreading open as they went. Her cunt spasmed and she felt her insides clamp up in expectation. She wanted to be clamping down on his cock. Why wasn’t he inside her again?
“Oh…” she said, her eyes widening as he knelt down in front of her. Now she understood. Her cheeks went so red her head felt as hot as her cunt.
He had disappeared under her skirts, and not a moment later she felt large fingers pulling her panties aside. She bit her lip and closed her eyes in expectation. She was so turned on it hurt.
Jason pinched her clit and twisted it gently. That simple motion made her moan so loud she became hyperaware of where they were. Not wanting to be interrupted again she bit the back of her hand and tried to stay calm.
He kissed her then, frenching her cunt expertly. Her eyes opened wide. God, he was good. He knew when to lick and push in and when to pull back and suck. To tease and make her want more. He was using his fingers, finger fucking her one moment and then using his tongue to lick around her labia the next. She was always left guessing as to what he was going to do next. That made it even more exciting.
Jason sucked and then gently bit her clit, making her shiver and moan loudly. She wasn’t doing anything but she was so out of breath she felt exhausted.
“Oh god, Jason,” she said in a sigh that came after a heated moan. She came a little and he sucked it up and made her come a little more.  Repeat.
He kept going, drawing it out, making her come until she couldn’t bear it anymore. Suddenly he slipped a second finger inside her and finger fucked her till her cunt felt some release. It had never throbbed so much before. He had read what she needed so well. But, what she really needed was for him to be inside her.
“You are so good…so so good.” She breathed, feeling warm, happy, and as satisfied as could be expected. She wanted to taste the meat, not just the appetizer.
Jason got out from under her skirts and stood up in front of her again, grinning at her as he licked his lips. “And you are delicious.”
“I want more of you inside me.” Diana pouted, realizing it was a silly complaint, but she was being honest.
“Oh really?” he asked, standing over her and giving her hope he would help her to a full release. Instead he kissed her on the lips. It was shocking. She could taste herself. Somehow it didn’t gross her out. It wasn’t to her taste but… god, he was so good with his tongue.
He had to be so turned on. Maybe she could talk him into it. She felt his hard cock through his jeans when he pressed against her. Her skirts were pushed up and he was rubbing up against her moist cunt. He looked down at her as they ground against each other. Her pussy was so sensitive she started to clench up again, like she was building to yet another climax.
“Jason, I want you to fuck me,” she said, biting her lip. She’d never asked someone to fuck her before. She hadn’t really used the word like that before. What was coming over her?

Monday, April 7, 2014

Guest Author - Kim Harnes

Title:  Still Photo
Author:  Kim Harnes
Twitter Handle:  @kimharnes
If you don't mind, please mention it's an Editor's Pick.
Jess Waterford’s mother is evil. Since she took off seven years ago—just days after Jess’s ninth birthday—without so much as a wave goodbye, Jess has always wondered what happened to her. And despite the end of her mother’s mental and physical abuse, the memories and the scars still remain. Jess conceals the hurt within by practicing her photography, and by spending as much time as her dad will allow with her baseball star boyfriend, Brody Campbell.
Determined to make use of her new camera, Jess dives into photographing everything in sight. But periodically the resulting prints are flawed, ever so slightly: a smudge on a tree trunk; a blemish in the bus window. These imperfections are not as random as they may seem, however, and Brody and Jess soon discover together that each of these pictures combine to form another image—the grisly image of a murder scene, with Jess’s mother as the victim.
As the new photograph takes shape, Jess’s desire to complete it consumes her, and Brody’s health begins to deteriorate. Torn between her quest to reveal her mother’s killer and her continued worry over Brody’s failing health, Jess finally finds the last piece to the puzzle, and the answer sends her world spiraling into depths from which she may never recover.

Brody’s temple began to pound with each beat of his heart and he tried to push the pain away with his fingertips. Try as he might, the throbbing continued to grow and he unwillingly exhaled an agonized moan.
“Are you okay, Brody?” Miss Wolfe, who probably didn’t want to witness a second apocalyptic episode in as many days, approached his desk.
Her voice was barely audible to Brody. The pain had grown rapidly and it was now so intense it pulsed bright screams across his forehead and down his neck. “Oh, God,” he mumbled and pressed his face against the desk. “Oh, God, what is happening to me?” He stood, but his head protested and his vision blurred. “Make it stop. Please make it stop.” He pleaded to anyone who would listen to put him out of his misery. His head shrieked again. Or did that noise come from him? “Please,” he begged. “Can’t somebody please make it stop?” Brody stammered and stumbled aimlessly, positive his head would soon explode and end his suffering. His leg banged into someone’s desk. He didn’t feel it, but it was hard enough to move it several meters across the floor. He vaguely heard someone protest as he stepped on her foot.
“Jessica.” Someone whispered her name. He didn’t know who’d done it or where they were but it sounded as if it were inside his own throbbing head. “Jessica.” Was he calling for her? Was someone going to get her? Would she be coming to help him? And could she make him better?
Just when he thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, another squeal of hurt detonated within his left eyebrow and buckled his knees. “Can’t someone please make it stop?” He implored one last time to anyone who may still be within earshot. He crawled across the linoleum, oblivious to anything but the searing sting like a white-hot sword twisting in his temple.
Exhausted and spent, he curled into the fetal position on the floor and waited for death to come and mercifully take him away, because he was sure that was the only thing that would release him from this torture.
His skull opened and whiteness entered.
The warm, bright light comforted him and he reached for it.
 “Jessica,” his head whispered again.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Guest Author - Kelsie Belle

Kelsie Belle~ Playing for Keeps 

Some games are too dangerous to consider yet too delicious to ignore. One look into Cameron Chase’s smoldering green eyes has Cassidy Samson wanting to throw her rules to the wind and engage in a reckless game of lust, but can she play with fire and avoid getting burnt?

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Introduce us to the main characters:

Hero: Cameron Chase ~cool, laidback fella who’s tall, tousled, green-eyed and totally gorgeous. From affluent background yet very down to earth and extremely protective of the people he loves.

Heroine: Cassidy Samson ~fierce and fiery, rough around the edges, doesn’t take crap form anyone. But underneath she’s severely wounded and is actually hiding herself from the pain of her past and trying to avoid getting hurt again.

How do these two meet? 

Cassidy is actually Cameron’s boss, she owns the nightclub where he lands a gig as the guitarist.

How would you characterize their relationship in one word answers, start, middle and end? 

Start ~Magnetic          

Middle ~ Explosive 

End ~ Healing


Can you tell us anything about your main characters not in the book?


 Not really, I think it’s pretty much all there J


A bit about you now…

Favorite season  ~summer (I’m a water baby, always up for some pool/beach fun and this is the time of year for it)


Favorite treat:   Chocolate/ Cheesecake, any one will do


Favorite TV show or movie:   Twilight/Vampire Diaries….yes, I’m a Twihard.


Favorite vacation spot:   Jamaica, total island paradise


Favorite kind of man : tall, dark and dangerous. The more rugged the better ;) 

Onto your other works…

What’s coming next for you?

 The next release you should see from me is titled Sweet Serendipity but don’t let the title fool you, the content is anything but sweet.


What inspired you to write your first book?

I’m an avid reader and I absolutely love reading erotic romance novels. I’ve read many that were totally awesome but some that were kinda lacking too. I’ve always had my own stories going on in my head and one day the idea popped into my head to turn one of them into an ER. It didn’t turn out too badly and a friend of mine who read it encouraged me to keep working at it and look into getting my books published.

How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

Quite a bit. Well not so much my own real life but situations in the lives of others around me naturally end up in my stories one way or the other.

If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?

That’s a tough one but I guess Nicholas Sparks just because I absolutely adore almost every single book he’s ever written and the romantic elements of his stories have influenced my life in so many ways over the past few years.

What are your current projects?

The Shadow Squad series is a three book series I’m working on right now. Not sure when they’ll be complete but they’re in progress. Really fun stuff, lots of deep issues again but I’m trying to broaden the sexual horizon of my characters in these stories so that’s something to look forward to.

When choosing the title for your book(s) do you have a process or do you wing it?

Not really a process but ultimately the title is hinged on the major issues that the story is centered around or maybe a major characteristic of one or more of the main characters.

What was the hardest part in writing your book(s)?

Action/fight scenes, avoiding loopholes, ensuring that the climax (no pun intended J ) is a fulfilling one.

Generally, how long does it take you to complete a book from idea to handing it over to your publisher?

Roughly 2 months, give or take and this is mainly because I don’t have time to write everyday being a mother, wife and work full time.

Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or are you a lone wolf?

Oh yea, my bestie is with me all the way with all my books. My sleepless nights are her sleepless nights too, LOL

Do your travel to research for your book(s)?

Not really, the internet is my best resource and experience of others.

Did you learn anything while writing your book(s)?

Of course, my research opened my eyes to many things I never knew I didn’t know, some simple and some quite major.

Have you ever had an idea for a book but never written it and what is it?

Yes, most of the stuff is paranormal romance that I’m too chicken to try. 

Is there any one (or more) author out there that has influenced your writing?

No, my writing style is mainly me and how I think and express myself. 

Do you have any advice for new authors looking to make their own literary statement?

Just be you and do you. I’ve read a lot of writers and liked a lot of stuff but ultimately I wanted my books to sound and feel like me, not somebody else.

How many books have you written? Do you have a particular favorite? 

I’ve completed only two, I’m working on three more. The first one, Playing for Keeps, is my fave so far but you never know, only time will tell.

When you were little, did you ever think you'd be a published author? What was your "dream" job as a child?

LOL, yes it was actually but I never thought it was even remotely possible. In this case I can safely say dreams do come true. Now if I could just quit my day job…                                    

What was the worst job you ever had while working towards being a published author? 

I’m a teacher, that’s all I’ve ever been. It’s not the worst job but it’s very time consuming and can be overwhelming. I’ll be happy when I can finally call it quits.

And last, do you have anything you would like to say to your current readers or to those that haven't yet read your work(s)? 

I always try to make my stories as unique as possible. I want to steer away from what’s trending and make a statement of my own. I want my stories to stand out in a reader’s mind as something different from what they read last week. I think I did a good job of accomplishing that and I hope readers will feel the same way.


Spotlight Questions


All Business:


Where do your ideas come from?

Just about anywhere - songs, people around me, items on the news etc. I can think about an issue, observe a situation, or even hear about an incident that triggers the plot of a story in my head.


How many books do you currently have published?

Just one so far, but I have another coming out soon and several others that I’m working on so you should be seeing quite a bit from me in the near future, hopefully.


Are you working on anything right now?

I’m actually working on a three book series right now. The content will be related in that most of the characters will remain the same but each book will focus on a different couple. Tentatively titled the Shadow Squad series so far but that’s subject to change.


What is your favorite genre to write?

Definitely erotic romance, such fun!


What genre have you always wanted to write, but haven't tried?

I’ve always wanted to try the supernatural/paranormal romance thing. I love Sci-Fi books and movies but I’m not sure I’d be able to pull it off. Still thinking about it though.


When writing, do you have a process? If so, care to share a little?

Oh yes. I sketch my ideas for the story concept and characters first. Then I make a general outline of the plot and setting. From there I just start writing as it comes to me, using my outline as a guide but making revisions as I go along. After that, I edit until I’m satisfied with what I have.


What is the hardest part of writing for you?

Action scenes are a killer, very difficult to conceptualize so that they come out seeming real. Ensuring that there are no loopholes in the plot is another difficult task. It’s pretty easy to start writing something, intending it to go one way then end up taking a totally different avenue and leaving loose ends that didn’t get tied up along the way.


Do you have a favorite Hero or Heroine from any of your books and why?

I’m totally stuck on Cassidy so far, she’s the perfect combination of complexity and vulnerability I think and that makes her really fascinating. My favorite hero is the one I’m currently writing Xander, but I can’t say much about him yet.


Have you ever tried self-publishing? If so, how did that work out for you?


Nope, not that brave at all. LOL


The Fun:


True Blood: Erik, Bill or Alcide and why?

Alcide. What can I say? I have a thing for werewolves, although Eric would be it if I’m going with vampires.


Favorite treat/Secret sin you have hidden in your cupboards?

Coke. God, the caffeine addict in me just can’t resist! (Covers face in shame)


You're handed a pair of scissors, a large sheet of paper, string, sparkles and
 glue. You are instructed to create something to shock your significant
other or crush - what do you create?

A large sparkly penis pendant on a string chain to wear around my neck…cause I want to keep his good stuff attached to my body at all times! LOL


If you could go anywhere at all (real or fictional) where would you take your next vacation?

Greece, Paris, Rome or all three at once! I know lots of people would say the Caribbean but I’ve done that so I’m heading to Europe next ;)


On the above vacation, if you could take anyone in the world, who and why?

Oh Lord, you’re gonna get me into so much trouble! Names like Ian, Robert, Taylor LOL, I’m pleading the fifth on this one.



Digging Deeper:


Thong, Granny Panties, Commando?

Boy shorts ;)


Tall, Dark and Deadly or Smart, Athletic and Funny?

Tall, dark and deadly…yummy!


Significant other or Tearing up the town free and clear?

Real life- significant other. Fantasy- tearing up the town, LOL



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