Saturday, October 31, 2009

'Tis All Hallow's E'en...keep th' candles alight...

Devil's Night Has Passed, and Samhain Fast Approaches!

The plight of the world rises as the veil between the world and the otherworld thins and allows fer the passage of spirits and ghoulies...whether they be evil or benign...and 'tis the even of All Saint's Day...better known to the modern world as
All Hallow's Eve!

Gather round, me sweeties, to hear of the legendary evil that tracks the nights o' this region...'tis said the creature walks the nights from dusk 'til morn's first light, and sleeps while the sun's light is above us. Nay...'tis not the shadow man whose fingers reach out from beneath the children's beds to catch the unwary. And 'tis not the gudgeon beneath the scullery sink hidin' in the dark with the spiders and rats. Oh, believe me, little ones...'tis much worse of a danger than such simple evils.

Guard well yer children. Guard well yer wives. Coop the chickens and herd the sheep to shelter, for the evil that walks tonight does not rest 'til the blood of the innocent be they human or beast be drained and consumed. No man is safe upon the byways without comfort of numbers and weapons suitable for the slaughter of the evil undead...sharpen well yer stakes of alder and ash, and keep an eye peeled to the dark beyond yer lamps and fires. For none is safe this night of evil...

Hear you his footsteps slow approaching yer door? Does not the dread rise within ye like bile boilin' in yer throat? Does not yer heart pump in dread of his passin'? Dear lord above...the footsteps approach the bolted gate like drums of evil poundin' in yer ears.

The sound of multitudes of terrible voices shout fer ye to open to their evil countenance...

Dear po'ers that be...protect us from the chorus of evil clamorin' to gain entry to th' house!

Hear them? 'Tis the doom o' us all!

No! Open not the threshold! Can ye not ken th' disaster ye' bring?

Oh NO!

Now you've done it! And I forgot to buy the damn Halloween candy.

Happy Halloween!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Scary Bites!

Real Life Ghost Stories

Remember the movie The Sixth Sense? That was me. When my mom saw the film, she called me and said, Wow, now I understand! I was that kid hiding in a closet surrounded by my toy horses, my fingers in my ears to shut out the voices of the hovering spirits. I was the little Jewish girl on my knees in every Catholic church, covering myself with holy water and genuflecting in the hopes it would keep the ghosts away. But they kept coming and they scared me nearly to death! Of course they didn't look like they did in movie. Ghosts look like they did in life, unless they are quite distressed and then they are kind of a ball of chaotic energy.

Took me years to come to terms with the fact that I see and hear ghosts. They come for a reason - because they have unfinished business that they want me to finish. I generally refuse. It's not that I'm not sympathetic, it's just that...well...exactly how would you approach a complete stranger and say...uh...I just spoke with your dead brother and uh... I can't bring myself to do it. I have only passed on messages on those occasions when I knew I could make a difference and the person I was asked to contact wouldn't be likely to call the police.

Over the years, I've lived in three haunted houses - one in Iowa, two in Utah - that darn Utah - and met some pretty interesting spirits out here in Cali. My favorite is this very handsome Native American man I see when I hike. I see him on one particular trail in one particular place. He's caught in time, stalking a deer, just beyond a pile of fallen rock. He always appears in the autumn, just before the rains begin. I stand still and watch him. He's bent over, walking silent as a big cat, all his attention focused on whatever is ahead of him. His chest is bare, he wears deerskin leggings and moccasins. His hair is long and braided and tied with a deerskin thong. I wish he could see and hear me, but he can't, so my dog and I stand and watch until he vanishes into thin air. Oh yeah, my dog can see him too. Nothing stirs with his passing aside from my heart. It's such a poignant moment and I wonder why he's stranded there, in the midst of this one act. Did he die that day? Or is this simply a reflection of what was? Perhaps one day, if only in a story, he'll stop and turn and see me. And I'll know the answer.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Oasis of Pleasure

My first sci-fi book, Oasis of Pleasure, releases from Ellora's Cave on Friday, October 30th!
Aliens who embrace the pleasures of the flesh in every conceivable manner and at every possible opportunity? A delightful fantasy, but for average Earthling Elizabeth Malloy, it is her shocking new reality. When two sinfully divine specimens of Argon male goodness boldly stake their claim to her body and her heart, the adventure truly begins.

Hagan Ruuchar, commander of the Argon explorer ship Oasis, takes skillful control of Elizabeth’s body from the first moment they are alone. Gareth Ornne, second-in-command, playfully offers himself to Elizabeth, allowing her free rein to explore her newfound sexual freedom. Together, they enthusiastically initiate Elizabeth into a world of decadent, uninhibited, orgasmic delights she never imagined existed.

Reader Advisory: While primarily a m/f/m ménage, our two heroes are also lovers and some of their passionate interaction is described for your reading pleasure. You’re welcome!

Copyright © TESSIE BRADFORD, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Elizabeth delighted in the safe, secure feeling of being sandwiched between her two lovers. Her body still hummed with pleasure and she nuzzled Gareth’s groin while Hagan planted little kisses along the back of her neck. Too soon for her liking, Hagan rolled off her and onto his side.

“That was entertaining.” She smiled against Gareth’s body and snuggled closer. He cradled her tightly and stroked her from the top of her head to the middle of her back. “I could have a nap now.”
“I think not, little one.” Elizabeth felt Hagan’s weight leave the bed. “That was a delightful start, but far from the final lesson.”

Hagan’s serious tone combined with the muffled sounds of him moving around the room brought Elizabeth to a sitting position so she could see what he was up to. He filled three glasses with a bright green liquid, bringing two of them over to the bed. Gareth grabbed his and downed it in one gulp before rising and leaving Elizabeth alone on the mattress. She eyed the offered beverage with more than a bit of skepticism.

“You have made it wonderfully clear that you do not require chemical stimulation to heighten you body’s natural reactions.” Hagan grinned wickedly, raising the glass to her again. “This is nothing more than a tasty libation to quench your thirst.” He waited for her to start sipping before walking away to join Gareth across the room.

Elizabeth enjoyed the sweet liquid and tried to ascertain what the men were doing, but they were both standing behind the counter and there was no way she could see around their broad backs. She strained to hear their muffled voices, but unable to do so, she drained her glass and got up off the bed. In an effort to relieve her pleasantly sore muscles, she raised her arms high above her head with her fingers clasped together and stretched. Hagan and Gareth turned to face her at the same moment, both smiling broadly in appreciation of her pose.

“Sweetling, you must be possessed of psychic abilities.” Gareth walked around the counter toward her, running a long length of black silk between his fingers. Hagan followed with an identical piece of cloth that he was winding and unwinding around his own wrist.

“Hold up there, boys.” She held out her hands in front of her in a gesture meant to stop their approach. “We need to discuss what you have in mind.” The men kept silently moving toward her.

Gareth arrived first and wrapped his silk loosely around her throat. He picked up the ends and brushed them across her nipples, bringing them to attention. He then reached back and Hagan handed him the second piece of cloth, which he used to expertly tie her wrists together in front of her body. Gareth took a step back to stand next to Hagan and survey his handiwork.

“Seriously, Hagan,” the slight quaver of her voice betrayed her burgeoning unease, “this might be way out of my league!” She looked down at her bound wrists.

“Why do you address me, Elizabeth? I did not bind you.”

“You may not have tied the cloth, but you are undeniably in control.” Elizabeth smiled as Hagan’s penis twitched and thickened.

“You said you trusted us,” Gareth stated quietly. Elizabeth waited expectantly as he walked around her. “You are a strong and independent woman.” On his next pass in front of her, he picked up one end of the cloth that dangled from her neck and, as he moved around her body, he drew it under one of her breasts. He then reached from behind her to draw the second loose end of the silk beneath her other breast. He gathered and bunched the fabric in his hand and held it to the small of her back, wrapping the material tightly yet not uncomfortably around her neck. He ran his hand up and down her throat, causing Elizabeth’s head to drop back onto his shoulder.

“Is it not titillating to wonder if you can escape my hold? What is going to happen next?” He breathed the questions in her ear. “Who will take you first or will we take you together?”
He was right of course. All of those questions and more were echoing through her mind as her body sprang back to life. She felt completely exposed and the tension of the fabric around her neck and wrists sent shivers of desire as well as apprehension racing along her nerve endings. Her claustrophobia made her very careful to never end up in any situation that severely restricted her movements, so the fact she hadn’t fought Gareth was both exhilarating and confusing. Instead of experiencing mind-numbing fear, her heart raced with sensual anticipation.

“Gareth asked you questions, Elizabeth. Why am I again waiting to hear a response from you?” Her head snapped up off Gareth’s shoulder when Hagan tweaked both her nipples roughly. She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized he now stood mere inches in front of her.

“My mind tells me I should be afraid.” She placed her bound hands around Hagan’s impressive erection. “But I’m so horny I just want somebody’s cock in my pussy soon.” She squeezed for emphasis.

“And still you try to coax us to perform under your direction.” Hagan slid his penis from her grip and walked over to press a button on the wall by the bed. Elizabeth watched in stunned disbelief as a rope with a hook on the end descended from the ceiling directly above her head. Hagan stopped it at the perfect height so Gareth could lift and secure her bound wrists to the waiting hook.

“Meena failed to tell me about this little feature of these rooms.” Elizabeth chuckled in an attempt to cover her shock.

“If we had showed you this on that first day,” Gareth ran his hands along the sensitive underside of her upraised arms, “I shudder to think of the ‘hissy fit’ that would have ensued.” He positioned his cock to nestle along her ass crack. Hagan continued to torment her nipples, but he was looking over her shoulder at Gareth when he spoke.

“We need to discuss our plan of attack.” He offered Gareth a sinister grin. “And I note that you are attempting to breach the orifice I told you will belong to me for the time being.” Elizabeth gasped loudly but neither man paid her any attention.

“Forgive me,” Gareth responded solemnly, “but with such a delectable ass crying out for attention,” he wiggled his hips, “I simply forgot myself. Perhaps you would allow me the honor of preparing her?” Elizabeth welcomed the support of the hook when her legs weakened considerably.

“Wait a second,” she cast a worried glance at Hagan, “I’ve never done it that way.”
“You have welcomed my fingers on more than one occasion, little one.”
“There’s a bit of a size difference between a couple of fingers and your cock, you know!”
“An obvious observation that proves the necessity of receiving the proper preparation. You may attend to it, Gareth.”

The tension in the silk wrapped around her body disappeared, signaling that Gareth had moved. Elizabeth didn’t take her eyes off Hagan as he pulled up a lounge chair and dropped down into it, casually hanging one leg over its arm. He took his cock in his hand.

Elizabeth was strung tighter than a bow, all mixed-up between anxiety and anticipation, lust and helplessness. She jerked when Gareth’s tongue made first contact with her butt cheek. She tried to turn around, but somehow the hook and rope were now frozen in place. She couldn’t keep the panic out of her eyes.

“Relax, little one, watch me.” Hagan lowered his voice to a seductive growl and ran his hand up his length. “Watch as my cock grows while he stretches your ass. Imagine how it will be when I enter you.” Elizabeth cried out when, without preamble, Gareth slid one lubricated finger up her rear channel and held it still in her body. “I might pull out only to return slowly and more aroused.”

Gareth followed Hagan’s instructions, sliding out of her and returning with two fingers. With tormenting slowness, he pressed past the resisting ring of muscles to tunnel deep. Elizabeth whimpered at the unknown sensations, but the discomfort of her virgin asshole being stretched was far outweighed by the heat building in her abdomen and the decadent reality that Hagan was directing Gareth’s every move.

“Or possibly I will spread your luscious cheeks and taste your essence.”

“Thank the gods,” Gareth murmured. When he parted her cheeks, Elizabeth had to spread out her legs and lock her knees to accommodate him. His tongue started at the base of her spine, moist and warm, tickling down her crack to finally lick around her puckered anus. When he surged deep, Elizabeth’s back bowed and she pulled down desperately on the hook.

“I can’t take any more, Gareth…please!” She sobbed, sounding as if she wanted him to stop but rotating her ass seductively against his mouth.

“Search your feelings, Elizabeth.” Hagan brought her attention back to him with the tone of his voice. “You are wild with the need to be taken in this manner that you have been taught is forbidden.”

“Yes,” she admitted urgently, and gasped when Gareth increased the tempo of his strokes. “Yes, you’re absolutely right! You need to finish this. I’m so close, Hagan, please make me come!”

“Enough, Gareth,” he ordered, rising out of his chair. “You have performed your appointed duties with your usual expertise.” Hagan lowered Elizabeth’s bound arms and she collapsed forward against his massive frame. “I will bring her to you when you are ready.”

Elizabeth turned just in time to see Gareth give a sexy shake of his hips as he made his way to the bed. He fluffed the pillows and settled himself comfortably. Her lusty gaze immediately fixated on the glistening head of his cock.

Hagan led her to the bed by the silk around her neck. He pulled it tight just long enough for her to look deeply in his eyes before he drew it off her neck and untied her wrists.

“You will now take Gareth’s cock deep into your pussy, but when you are filled, you will not move until I tell you to.”

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Katalina Chats with Tessie!

Take a sip from Tessie Bradford's "Oasis of Pleasure"!

My very talented friend and sister “Scribe” Tessie Bradford has a wonderful new book “Oasis of Pleasure” available this Friday from Ellora’s Cave. I asked Tessie how it felt to venture into the world of ménage Science Fiction.

Tessie Bradford: I am a huge fan of space travel and aliens! Lost in Space, Star Trek, Star Wars, Space 1999 (does anyone remember that show from the 70’s?), are some of my favorites, and Barbara Hambly’s Dark books are beloved re-reads. I was so excited to have the freedom to explore world building, and to have ultimate power to create an entire race and culture! Writing in a ‘no set rules’ creative mode, how could I possibly limit the love play to one woman/one man!?

KL: Your heroine Elizabeth gets thrown out of all her comfort zones. She is even forced out of her planet and time frame and can’t return to anything familiar. Are you drawing on personal experience here?

TB: I was actually thrown out of my comfort zones AFTER this book was contracted! My editor was changed, which was very scary for me because I’d gotten comfortable with my first editor’s ways. Mary pushed me to hone my writing skills, and to greatly deepen the original story and characters. It was a difficult journey, but I am forever in her debt! I’m so proud of the final version of Oasis of Pleasure.

KL: I know you’re an adventurous woman, how are you like Elizabeth and which part of her journey would you most want to experience for yourself?

TB: I hope I am like Elizabeth in her strength of character and adaptability. If faced with a mind boggling, boundary pushing, life altering event, I choose to believe I would ultimately embrace all of its infinite possibilities!
I still get goose bumps when I re-read the scene where Hagan and Gareth finally introduce Elizabeth into all it means to make love to two Argon males. At one point, Elizabeth is standing naked in the middle of the bedroom. Her arms are restrained above her head with a piece of silk wrapped around a hook which dropped from the ceiling at Hagan’s command. He proceeds to recline in a chair and eloquently direct Gareth to prepare her body for their ultimate possession. I truly think I’d be able to deal with that, and with what came afterwards!

KL: Ultimate possession? Yes please! Exactly how far away is Argon? I have frequent flyer miles I need to spend…lol. I think I could fall in love with Hagan and Gareth. Tell me, do you fall in love with your heroes? Why did you choose these two personalities or did they choose you?

TB: I am head over heels in love with both Hagan and Gareth! They really are two parts of a yummy whole! In a way they chose me because, once I started writing, they evolved in ways I never imagined. Hagan is a true Dom; ultra confident, powerful and intense. He commands, and loves, and protects with extreme passion. Gareth is so open, and fun loving, and easy going; the perfect balance and mate for Hagan and, ultimately, Elizabeth. I had no pre-conceived idea of an Argon relationship, and the boys showed me the way. An Argon family unit forms out of love; there are no cultural barriers that dictate number or gender. How cool would it be to have that kind of sexual freedom?

KL: I’m sold! Argon it is. For future reference, if I take a ride on an Argon spaceship, what must I try and what must I avoid?

TB: I would recommend heading straight for one of the pleasure rooms. Argons spend a great deal of quality time in these areas, which are designed for uninhibited, group sexual play. If you’re feeling particularly adventurous, indulge in a bit of Gaya juice, but be very careful - the aphrodisiac has an extremely powerful effect on Earth women!
Definitely avoid extended contact with the Langon race. They are untrustworthy, deceitful, and creepy as all get out. Lizards should never walk erect or have the power of speech!

KB: Thank you Tessie. I think I got it: Gaya juice-yes. Langon lizard men-no. I should probably write this down…lol!
I’m off to enjoy the “Oasis of Pleasure”!!! Available this Friday from Ellora’s Cave.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Ignited - Coming Soon


Amber Skyze


Coming Soon from Ellora's Cave

Got Fantasies? Nikaya does. She longs to be loved by two men.

Nikaya is celebrating her birthday with a new Mustang. As she’s climbing the mountain in her new car a police officer comes out of nowhere. He pulls her over and treats her to a birthday spanking. With a sore butt and a burning need to orgasm she’s whisked away to a cabin.

Before the night is over Braden hopes to make all her fantasies reality and his best friend Hank is ready to help.

Three bodies, sex toys and a spanking machine is only the beginning for Nikaya.


“Step out of the car, ma’am.”


“I said, step out of the car.”

“What is this all about?” Surely this could be handled from the safety of her car.


His stern voice prompted her out of the car.

“Hands against the car. Legs spread.”

“You’re joking right?” She looked at his face and he didn’t appear to be kidding. He looked stone-cold serious.

Shaking his head he pointed to the hood of the car.

Nikaya did as she was instructed, cursing under her breath.

“Excuse me?” He placed a hand on the small of her back.

Heat coursed through her body from his touch.

“Nothing,” she spat. Then added. “Sir.”

He snickered behind her.

Condescending bastard.

His hand roamed south resting on her bare leg. As he pushed his body against hers she felt his hardness rub against her. He whispered in her ear. “Spread ’em.”

This definitely was not the norm, she thought swallowing back the urge to cry. His touch felt hot against her cool skin. Nikaya spread her legs.

“I see from your license it’s your birthday today.” His hand crawled up her leg and under her skirt. “Ummm, no panties.”

“I have no use for them. They’re cumbersome,” she admitted.

“Oh, so wet,” he whispered, grazing his finger along the folds of her pussy.

Nikaya bit her lip, she would not moan. Just because the touch of his finger along her slit set her soul on fire. She would not allow him to know how he affected her.

“Did I do something wrong officer?”

“You were racing up the mountain at a pretty high speed. Do you know the dangers of these winding roads?” He patted her down.

“I’m not armed.”

Ignoring her, he continued his search. Both hands caressed her legs before he lifted her skirt up over her ass.

“I don’t believe this is protocol, Sir.” Her legs grew wobbly under his touch.

“Are you questioning my authority?” He stood, gently guiding her body onto the hood of the car.

“No, it’s just—”

She was quieted by his hand swooping down smacking her across her bare ass.

“Ouch! What was that for?” She attempted to cover her sore cheek.

He quickly grabbed her hand and pinned it over her head.

“For getting obstinate with a police officer.”

“I find it hard to believe you’re a police officer.”

“You don’t believe I’m an officer? I guess I’ll have to convince you.”

His hand came crashing down on her buttocks again.

And again.

“Please stop. I’m begging you.”

“Begging me, huh? It’s your birthday and you know what that means, right?

“What?” she choked. The sting in her cheeks sent the rest of her body into a tizzy. The burn had her pussy pooling with juices.

“You need to get your birthday spankings. One for each year. I see here you’re thirty this year. I’m going to slap that sweet ass thirty times and each time my hand cracks those luscious cheeks I want you to count. Do you understand?”

She understood but she didn’t agree with him. There was no way she was going to stand there and accept his spanking.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Ms. Murphy.”

“And if I don’t?”

He chuckled.

“Let’s just say you won’t like the consequences.”

She was tempted to scream for help but knew no one would hear. Except maybe one of the owls hooting in the distance or a nocturnal animal but they wouldn’t save her. There wasn’t a house for miles and the likelihood of another car driving up the mountain at this time of the night was slim. She was at the mercy of this man. She had to do what he said or else.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good.” He smacked her ass.


“I’m waiting.”

“One,” she cried.

He smacked her a few more times.

“Two, three, four…”

“You’ve got the hang of this.” His smugness irritated her. Her ass needed cool water to extinguish the burning radiating it.

He continued slapping her cheeks and she continued counting until they reached thirty.

“You’ve been a very obedient girl. Maybe I’ll let you go without a ticket.”

“I still don’t believe you’re a cop. Where’s your cruiser and let me see your badge,” she challenged. He pressed her harder against the car hood and draped his body over hers.

“You want to see my badge? I’ll show you my badge.”

Monday, October 26, 2009


Before I begin, I'd like to promo a new Ellora's Cave release, "Dancing with Danger", for a friend, Desiree Holt.
Rachel Windsor knew nothing about Gabriel Peralta except that he was walking sex appeal. He blew into her life without notice, here today then always gone on a puff of wind. But each time he appears, he does things to her body that even her fantasies haven’t conjured up, driving her to orgasms that shake her like a raging storm. His mouth knows every inch of her body. The imprint of his intimate kisses linger long after he disappears.
Now he's back again, his life unexpectedly on the line. But even in the danger zone, his sexual demands are more scorching than ever and this time, Rachel is determined not to lose him-or the erotic lifestyle that binds them.
I love Halloween. Always have. Always will. Maybe I like the tradition of children dressing up in costumes and seeing their bright faces as they ask for treats. Or, maybe I like Halloween because it gives me an excuse to buy loads of chocolate that I can eat after all the kids...

I digress. Let's forget I ever mentioned chocolate!

Wanting to be someone else is everyone's fantasy. Kids can do that easily by donning their favorite costume. Adults have a more difficult time as dressing up and fantasizing is something not done least not in public!

In my latest book, "Sexy Games", my heroine, Stacy, and hero, Sloane, get to wear costumes AND role-play as they test new adult games...a sexual fantasy come true for lots of lovers! Sloane and Stacy act out a scene from "Hot Sands" adventure with an Arabian sheik and his reluctant bride-to-be. Next is their night of passion as they become a nerdy college professor getting lessons from a stripper/lap dancer aimed to please in "Teach Me". And their final acting roles in "The Lady and Her Butler" have them breaching social barriers as the butler teaches a hot-to-trot lady the lusty ways of love.

All their scenes involve costumes to add flavor and credence to their adventures in passion. Setting the ambiance of their surroundings helps create that fantasy world Stacy and Sloane crave and lead them to fulfill their lusty passion.

Ever wear costumes...other than for a Halloween party? Maybe for some naughty role-playing game with the one you love? If not, do you fantasize about it?

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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Seriously Reviewed Liked OOHD...Thank Heaven!

Seriously Reviewed said...

Out of Her Dreams by Fran Lee

Story: 9 (Fantastic read! Couldn't put it down! A keeper! Etc...)

Presentation: 9 (Near Perfect! Editing and cover art marvelous...)

Total: 18

Publisher: Ellora's Cave

Contemporary Erotic

Blurb: She’s a best-selling erotic romance writer. Her fans adore her. She’s making excellent money. All by writing about a man she dreamed up many years ago. Her hero is handsome, virile, sexy, strong, sensitive and a complete gentleman.

He’s a hot-headed, sex-on-the-hoof pro wrestler. He has a reputation for being the hottest, nastiest man on the mats. The fact that his face and body are plastered all over a bunch of mushy romance novels written by a woman with a death wish doesn’t sit well on those massive shoulders. His agent’s demanding monetary retribution from the woman who’s dared to use his image on her covers but he has another form of retribution in mind…and it has nothing to do with money.

She was his the moment he touched her. He came out of her dreams to claim her, and she wants every hot, throbbing inch of that delicious man.

He wants her, naked, at his mercy. One hot, orgasmic night wasn’t nearly enough. She ran…but he’ll find her...

Review: Holy Horny Toads!!! WOW! What a fantastic read. I loved it from beginning to end and every page in between. LOTS of smoking, steamy, sensual sex in a variety of locations. A totally captivating story about two people who once they meet, just can't keep their hands to themselves!

It's not your typical boom boom novel (though there was a lot of boom boom :0 ) Sam has real emotions and concerns about getting involved in a relationship with a sexy super star who has beautiful women falling over him all the time. And why wouldn't she? She thinks herself plain and scarred, nothing some stud would want for the long term.

Too bad her hormones and her brain can't seem to agree, because every time she gets around him her body has a mind of it's own and just can't stop the sparks and passion that fly between them.

What can I say about David? Well, since I harbor a secret fantasy about a certain ex marine wrestler the only thing I can say is........Can I have some mat time? Totally yummy!

*sigh* They didn't like my other two books as well. It's completely terrible to write your best book first! Everyone expects you to write more of the same. Oh, well...I just contracted on another m/f hottie, so maybe that will be as well received as OOHD and Dictated by Fate.

Don't forget to run on over to my website to enter my newest NEW RELEASE CONTEST to win a copy of First and Ten, to be released November 10, 2009 from Resplendence Publishing!

Fran Lee


Friday, October 23, 2009

The Romance Studio

A Five-Heart Review

I received a nice review from The Romance Studio for My Everything. The book is no longer available with Cerridwen Press, but I'm hoping for a re-release soon! Thanks Dee! Here's the review:

Two years ago Benjamin McCall disappeared to heal the wounds left when his wife was blown up in a car bombing. Wrong place at the wrong time? Not exactly. He had taken her into a dangerous situation to keep her and their unborn child safe. Still grieving, he's called back to the States by an urgent message from his best friend and runs into Grace Rafael, the woman he fell in love with ten years ago. Now he has to protect another woman from someone who will use everyone he cares about in his effort to see Ben dead.

Julia Barrett weaves a tale that twists and turns the way a good suspense should. The main characters have to deal with the grief and pain of their own personal lives while trying to protect those they love. Both Ben and Grace have lost spouses they loved dearly. The author does an exceptional job with crafting the romance between them without demeaning what they had with their spouses before. This is a wonderful work that balances the past and the future, giving respect to both.

Wonderful characters who have realistic conversations and relationships fill the pages. Both genders have their heroic moments and their human frailties. This is one of those books that keeps the suspense building while still giving us those moments when we can just smile at the totality of real people Ms. Barrett puts into her players. This story builds the lives of the people and families involved in the storyline well to show us what they're made of. This author is one to keep on that list when we're looking for a great book to read.

Overall rating:
Sensuality rating: Very sensual

Reviewer: Dee Dailey
October 12, 2009

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Chatting About Shifters

I have shifters on the brain and they won’t leave me alone!

After reading a number of excellent shifter books recently, my creative juices are trying to flow in that direction, but, of course, there is a dam attempting to divert my path. I’m stuck on “What new twist can I bring to the table?”

Beyond posing this question to myself, I threw it out to my daughter, S, and my sister-in law, K. Both are incredibly artistic, open-minded, humorous women; plus K is a gifted, aspiring author. Let me condense some of our separate conversations over the last few days.

Me: Wolves and cats have been done so well, I don’t want to try to compete.
S: What about a giraffe?
Me: Why would someone want to turn into a giraffe??
S: So they could eat a tall tree and see far off into the distance.
Me: That doesn’t inspire ‘romance’ in my mind! What about a Michigan black bear? Big, scary when necessary, devoted to their cubs; it could work.
S: What about a frog?
Me: Again, I have to ask, WHY? Back to the bear, they have to hibernate. How would I address that?
K: They could just not turn during the winter, or you could make their activity greatly limited during those months.
Me: Wow, three months of not wanting to do anything but lounge around, possibly in bed with their partner of choice? Okay, I’m not hating this!
K: What about deer? Family oriented, beautiful, the bucks are regal and are very combative when necessary. And frogs hibernate, too.
Me: Let’s forget the frickin’ frogs! I can’t imagine any being that had the ability to shift deciding to be something at the bottom of the food chain!
K: What about a moose? They’ve been seen in Michigan.
Me: A moose conjures up images of a lumbering, somewhat dimwitted animal to me – sorry to the moose-lovers out there! This image is based on nothing scientific.
S: So cats are out of the question? What about a loveable stray that wanders into your heroine’s life? Or wait; maybe a dog she finds abandoned, needing help?
Me: We’re getting way off track here. I’m going back to the bears!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Highland Games

Last week I attended our local version of the Scottish Highland Games. Once each year our county fair ground is invaded by haggis, bagpipes, tartan kilts and large men throwing things and for the first time I joined in. I have Scottish blood on my mother’s side and this was something I had long meant do.

My cousin wanted us to go. A family day at the Highland Games was her idea. Her ancestry is indisputably Scottish. She lost her father Al, last October and wanted to get in touch with some of Al’s distant family members who had reached out to her. My expectations for the fair were not high. I just wanted a day out with loved ones. I promised to try haggis and go along with the program.

I tried to get out of the house on time but I couldn’t find the right outfit. I am usually decisive and can get out the door fast but not on this day. I dug through the back of my closet and struggled to put together an unusual outfit made up of exotic pieces I had not worn in years. My ensemble ended up looking vaguely regimental I even topped it off with a military cap and pins. I arrived in the parking lot of the fair and was shocked to see another woman dressed identical to me in every detail. It was my cousin who had also struggled to put this exact outfit together at the last moment. She too was compelled by unseen forces to do it. We laughed and said, what’s going on?

We entered the fair and the tiny hairs on the back on my neck stood up. I can’t describe the oddly familiar feeling that washed over me when I walked down the mall and saw dozens of families proudly displaying their tartans. My mind registered certain tartan patterns as “right” and some as “indifferent”. The sound of bagpipes left tears trembling in my eyes. The diversity of the crowd was amazing- Scottish blood had been mixed with everyone. I saw “Al” look a likes everywhere.

Without prompting or prior knowledge I walked past dozens of family tents, straight toward a group of handsome men who’s tartans looked “right”, I saw my family name listed with them. By now the fair was becoming a very interesting experience for me.

After talking with my new cousins I found out the family history and where our family had served around the world in various regiments. My eclectic outfit suddenly made sense. My next thought was “Who got dressed this morning, me or my ancestor? I wondered if I should be even making a distinction -am I just the latest model of the same old thing?

What the hell is DNA anyway? Aside from being a string of proteins capable of replicating life is it doing something else? Can it wake up when it hears its name called and dress accordingly? Can it lead you back to the people you once knew?

Another interesting highlight of the fair was a visit to a DNA testing booth sponsored by the International Society of Genetic Genealogy (

As a Christmas gift to our fathers, who are impossible to shop for, my husband and I are considering registering our dads with the National Geographic Family Tree project. This exciting DNA collection database is interested in the entire human family and will no doubt change existing ideas about human migration and culture.

Have you ever felt an instant connection to a stranger and later discovered they were family?

XXOO Katalina Leon

PS. Haggis -it isn’t good but it ain’t half bad!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

My New Newsletter!

As many of you know, I’m Amber Skyze and I write erotic romance novels for Aspen Mountain Press, Ellora’s Cave Publishing and Noble Romance. I just started a monthly newsletter.

If you enjoy contemporary, BDSM and ménage a trios romance novels, you can find out more about my books in my newsletter.

As a member, you'll have access to the latest news, including excerpts from upcoming books and exclusive member’s only contests. Amber’s Ramblings will be available on the 1st of each month.
Join today a new contest was announced yesterday! While this one was a quick one, November's is sure to be bigger, in celebration of my birthday!

P.S. This newsletter will only be once a month, so you don't have to worry about your in box being clogged with unnecessary emails. The only other time I'll send out emails is for special announcements that just can't wait or contests.


Monday, October 19, 2009

RomantiCon Tales & Photos

Ellora's Cave RomantiCon 2009!
Link to more photos:

I had a wonderful time. Very casual and cozy...around 180 people. Got to visit "The Cave" and took a tour...even got to see the EC python.
Here are photos of me and the EC cavemen (2 photos), my April Ash sign, and the CAVEMEN!

Met Joysann from Publisher's Weekly. I'm in a
picture posted on PW's Barbara Vey's "Beyond Her Book" at: /post/590049659.html

The workshops were great and I enjoyed the booksigning. I sold "Strip Poker for Two" by April Ash and "Second Sight Dating" by Marianne Stephens books. I did a workshop with two other women on contests and promotion.

My editor came from Australia for RomantiCon. Met her on Thursday soon after we arrived. That night was an early arrivals party. Friday night was our 60's party and Saturday night, our banquet and awards dinner.

My editor hosted a "Vegemite and Tim Tams" luncheon (stuff from Australia) for her authors. Vegemite is NOT something I'd taste again (very salty, like soy sauce spread on bread). Tim Tams are chocolate cookie/candy and absolutely wonderful! We had 7 or 8 varieties to taste, so lunch was sinfully delicious, full of calories, and drenched in chocolate (since most of us didn't take more than one bite of our vegemite sandwiches).

On Sunday night, we played Bingo and I was one of the winners. Funny story:
I was handed a tote bag like the ones we were given for the weekend. I looked inside, and saw a lipstick. Then, some wrapped minipads. I figured it was a joke prize. Saw a wallet and opened it...found money inside. Then, I saw a camera.

I had been given someone's personal tote bag! I took it back to the head EC table and yep...I had been handed the wrong "gift"! The real gift bag had books, etc., in it!

Plan to go next year and join the fun!

"Sexy Games" by April Ash is available at:
5 HEARTS, Diana Coyle, Night Owl Romance, REVIEWER TOP PICK

Saturday, October 17, 2009

It's Saturday Once Again...

It has been an interesting summer...

Since June, I have had four books published, and the early excitement has died down to a pleasant anticipation of adding still more titles to my backlists. I have two more titles coming from in November, and one in February, but I have to get on the stick and get my hot stories finished and in to my editors so that I will have about one book a month coming out.

Why one book a month? Mainly because once a book moves off the main front page of the publisher's sales site, it is virtually forgotten. The hot sales of that first two or three weeks wind down to a few here and a few there...and if I don't build my back-list, and keep new ones coming, any income from my books will dwindle down and totally fizzle. *POOF*

Even the reviews that come out weeks or months after your book releases barely generate a bit more interest, because most folks don't go looking for reviews. It's actually up to the author to continue to promote and keep these books, book reviews, and back-list books in the public eye!

I got a Google alert that my RP title Dictated by Fate was on ARe. Then on FictionWise. I got all excited. WOW! And then I went to LOOK for my books.

Unless you actually enter the title or the author, no one would find you in years amid all those thousands of romance books! So the reader must dig through zillions of listings before yours show up.

I don't mind letting a reseller take a fair bite out of my royalty checks...but Amazon takes a giant three-quarters of my royalties just for the privilege to be on their site. I would have to sell 1,000 books through Amazon to get what I would if only 250 books sold from the pub's site.

Which would you prefer? Getting folks to buy from your publisher's site, or letting big resellers drain away a very hefty share of your income? So I am promoting like crazy, doing contests, and directing folks to where I will realize the most my two publishers' websites!

If given a choice, I might refuse to go through Amazon at all. FW and ARe are fine...they take a much smaller bite. But Amazon? *sigh* It's good to be king...

How do YOU feel about this?

Fran Lee

Friday, October 16, 2009

The Rains Have Returned

My Favorite Time of Year...
Optimal for Writing!

Every year I wait for the rains, because once the rains stop in California, you can be pretty certain they won't begin again for six months....So basically, you have six months of glorious weather. Sometimes it becomes a bit too glorious because who wants to sit still when the birds are singing, the sun is shining and there are any number of amazing places to visit, sit, drink an espresso, hike, bike, ride....
To me, the rains are life-giving, rejuvenating, invigorating. Just like the re-emergence of the sun, once they start, they don't really stop for six months and I hope that's the case this year because last year, the rains were late and ended early and we've suffered through a drought this summer.

Such is weather. I'm a big fan of weather. When I lived in the Midwest, it was tornadoes, hail, marvelous thunderstorms, blizzards, ice, wind. In Utah, I experienced the greatest snow on earth, in Texas, where everything is bigger...bigger hail and louder thunderstorms and hurricanes. In Arizona, monsoon season. In California I've known feast or famine. Too much rain and flooding or too little rain and drought. Fires, earthquakes - which aren't exactly weather, Santa Ana winds - It's been fascinating.

So now that the rains have begun, I don't have to feel guilty about staying inside to write. Oh...I'll still hike. I've hiked in the rains for nineteen years. I was even washed away in a flash flood one time along with my dog, but we survived.

Back to the WIP!

Thursday, October 15, 2009


I have reached another milestone in my life – I attended my first convention!

Romanticon was a blast! Meeting the wonderful authors, readers, editors and Ellora’s Cave staff members was so much fun – it was one wild, ultra-friendly group of romance loving people. I’m thrilled that I met in person many of the authors I’ve been getting to know on the internet over the last year. There was a ton of hugging and laughing and partying going on!

I also learned a great deal, especially about promo and marketing. The general consensus is:

Paper items end up in the trash. If you are doing book marks, it is better to advertise your name and website instead of doing individual ones for each book.

Pens are great because they travel. How many times have you left one someplace or picked one up that didn’t belong to you?

Magnets, nail files, rulers, drink cozies and key chains are extremely popular – think useful!

Readers LOVE book trailers! The Voyeur Lounge was a room set up with tables and chairs and a screen where trailers played all day. I stopped in there many times during the weekend, and there were always people watching and jotting notes down. I heard readers saying they preferred ones that clearly displayed the cover, title and author’s name – can I give a BIG shout out to Fran for her incredible creations!!

Contests – keep them coming! People love winning or the prospect of winning free stuff. They don’t, however, like ones that are overly complicated.

I can’t wait until Romanticon 2010! It’s already scheduled for October 8th through 10th.

Tessie Bradford

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Can you hear me now?

Yes, unfortunately we can hear some cell phone users loud and clear. Cell phones have made private lives public. Especially when callers insist on shouting into them like megaphones. If a caller can be heard talking across the street they’re talking too loud. I know this is not a new topic but it is a growing menace as the cooler weather drives everyone indoors and stepping outside to politely take a phone call becomes less of an option.

I got caught next to a one-man cellular transmission tower the other day. I was walking into a market. A man followed behind me who was very tall. He loomed over me and stood uncomfortably close. Without warning his booming voice filled my ears. I was so startled I jumped.

“I’m in the market!”  He blared inches from my ear. This man had no volume control. He shouted as if he was at a football game. He began his hands free shopping. No phone was visible, so it appeared he was psyching himself up for the hunt.  He shouted. “I’m walking past the frozen foods! It’s f@#$ing cold in here!”

I moved away from him but I could still hear him and so could everyone else in the market. As the man loudly described his surrounding, I began to wonder who was on the other end of this phone call? Were they new to this planet? Had they never seen a market before? Did they really need to hear this?

He continued. “How many aisles down? I’m turning now. I’m on the cereal aisle. I’m looking at f@#$ing boxes of cereal. Do we want cereal? I won’t eat it. How the f@#$ do I know?”

He got a dirty look from a young mom with kids who was also trying to purchase f@#$ing cereal but he didn’t take a hint and quiet down. He actually got louder. A moment later it was time to shop for f@#$ing eggs a process, which was fraught with more indecision and frustration than you can ever imagine. The man was compelled to discuss every detail with the person on the other end of the call and it wasn’t a happy discussion.

NASA does less hand holding with astronauts who space walk.

The personal products aisle was next. I heard one side of an argument about “Butt Medicine.” It got graphic. I was floored. What happened to courtesy and common sense manners? Did this man truly not realize women and children heard every crass word he said in public? Is this okay with him and the rest of us? I’m a shrimp and he was huge so I was reluctant to get tough with him. I took my cowardly revenge by writing this blog. Does this foul-mouthed trend bother anyone else?

XXOO Katalina Leon.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Nothing New

I wish I had something to share with everyone, but frankly, life is a bit boring right now. I'm still waiting on two covers. The one cover I do have I can't share because it hasn't gotten final approval. But I will say this - it's H-O-T!

I heard whisperings of a pending contract, but I can't even talk about that because I haven't received it. I only have one short out right now that I'm waiting to hear about.

Writing has come to a stand still. All last week I was down and out with a stomach bug. Today I'm plagued by a migraine. Normally, I'd pop an Advil migraine or two and it would be gone, but with the pregnancy I can't do that any longer. So I take Tylenol every four hours and sleep the pain away.

Sorry this is brief. Hope to be back to normal next week!

Monday, October 12, 2009


My passion is writing romance books, stories of love and happily-ever-afters. A writer needs to know herself/himself and understand or have experience with all the feelings that complicate love and romance before penning that next book.

Have you experienced envy? Jealousy? Hurt? Forgiveness? These are just some of those feelings along the rocky road to love. The following is an edited, whimsical rendition of Installing Love in yourself before a writer can successfully portray romantic heroes and heroines in novels.

(NOTE: There are various versions of this on the Internet and I can’t locate the original author. I did find a version in the Winter 1999 issue of Hopes & Dreams newsletter of the Illinois Chapter, Huntington's Disease Society of America.)

Tech: How can I help you?
Writer: I've decided to write a romance book and figure I need to install Love in myself first. Can you help me?

Tech: Certainly. Are you ready?
Writer: Well, I'm not very technical but I think I am. What do I do first?

Tech: The first step is to open your heart. (Pause) Have you located your Heart?
Writer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Can I still install Love while the others are running?

Tech: What programs are running?
Writer: Let's see. I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.

Tech: No problem. Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs.
Writer: Okay, that sounds great. What about Low Self-Esteem?

Tech: Love will also eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem.
Writer: And the other programs?

Tech: You'll have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off?
Writer: I don't know how. Can you tell me?

Tech: Sure. It's really easy. Go to the start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.
Writer: Hey! I did it and Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?

Tech: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program right now. You'll need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.
Writer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error-Program not run on external components." What should I do?

Tech: Stay calm. Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.
Writer: So then...what do I do?

Tech: Pull down Self-Acceptance and click on the following files: Forgive Self, Realize Your Worth, and Acknowledge Your Limitations.
Writer: Okay. Done.

Tech: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it's completely gone and never comes back.
Writer: Got it. Hey! My Heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is that okay?

Tech: For some it works that way. For others, it takes awhile but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.
Writer: Great! What about the other things that crowd my Heart program like Responsibility, Obligations, Distractions, Jealousy, and Envy?

Tech: Sorry but there's no way to delete these from your permanent memory and operating programs. Those will pop up at any time and you'll have to just deal with them when they do.
Writer: I guess now that Love is installed in My Heart, I'll handle those as they surface. You've been so helpful. Thanks so much!

Writers need to have their characters go through much the same process. Love isn't automatically installed. Obstacles have to be overcome, hearts have to open, so many complications must be addressed and conquered. Then, happily-ever-after will happen!

The heroine, Katie, of "Gone to the Dogs", by Marianne Stephens, has lots to go through before Love installs in her Heart program. Read an excerpt and reviews of "Gone to the Dogs", published by Cerridwen Press, at my web site:

Marianne Stephens has three ebooks published by Cerridwen Press, and one of those is also available as a paperback.
April Ash has two erotic romance books available:
and one is also available in print.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Leg men and breast men are a big question mark

Know any? Understand them?
I recently released a menage at EC, HER THREE-WAY MERGER, where one hero declared himself to be fascinated by women's breasts. Shape, size, ability to...well, you get me.
In the same story, his brother favored another part of the female anatomy, farther south of the breasts.
This kind of localization of attraction doesn't translate for me to male body parts.
Why not?
Because when I see a man who takes my breath away it is usually the whole package, all put together in such a way that I am stunned.
At my fitness club, I get to find lots of these guys. (What do you pay your club dues for, huh?) I also get to stare. Fall off the treadmill. Drop the dumbells on my toes. Clamp my mouth shut cuz I'm drooling down my t-shirt.
The jaw of a guy who works out is usually no recessive trait, but a handsome wide expression built by hormones and featuring a luscious mouth. His neck and shoulders thrill me. Solid, sculpted. The pecs, luscious lickable things. The abs, washboard and inviting to my inquisitive fingers. The hips. Man, do I like the hips tight. Neat. Leading down to hollows in the groin. The ass. Be still my heart. The thighs. (Yes, I am skipping downward, girls.) The thighs are long ropes of taut muscle. I like the calves, too. Body-builders' calves. More than runners.
Most of all, I like the grace of a man who works out. He walks like a man of the jungle. Sure-footed, head high, alert eyes, arms that swing, fingers that reach and caress the barbells as he grips them and lifts them with an ease belied by his gritted teeth and flowing breath.
And I am breathless.
And not getting my workout done!
What thrills you about a great looking man? Is it one characteristic that turns you on every time? And what is it, bella?
Educate me. PLEASE. Then come over to my blog at where yesterday I gave you academic proof that red wine improves your...

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Saturday's Scribe Blogging Again...

I am receiving a lot of entries for my October Treasure Hunt, but a large number have incorrect answers. So here is a hint to those of you who may want to resubmit your entries...

Read the clues carefully, and follow directions to the letter. Some entrants simply missed one step in the clues, so I am allowing you to send a second entry if you look again, and realize your answers are not correct. LOL!

But when you send your second entry, be sure to tell me that this entry replaces your original entry.

The prize in this Treasure Hunt is a full set of all four of my published erotic romance books, plus a full set of four large-sized, glossy cover flats specially autographed for the winner!

If you already have all four books, just let me know, and I will substitute a marvelous CD (personalized for the winner) containing thirty Classic Romances, Adventures, Fairy Tales, or Horror books (you choose from the books in my online store) plus the glossy cover flats! So either way, you are a winner!

Have fun!

Fran Lee

Friday, October 9, 2009

Hello Amber! Edits!

Christmas in October!!!

I love quote Ginger Rogers from How to Marry a Millionaire...simply adore 'em!

When my editor returns my story with the first or second set of edits, my heart beats fast, the blood rushes through my veins and I open that email like it's the best Christmas present I have ever received. I love to see what my editor has said, changed, added, subtracted, suggested.

Maybe it's because I was an editor myself back in college and I enjoyed nothing more than digging right in and cleaning up what might potentially turn out to be a great work of art. Must be my obsessive-compulsive nature.

My new editor, hereafter known as CD, is amazing! She is perfect. She misses nothing, makes hilarious suggestions and comments and forces me to pay attention to the little things. I am so grateful to have her.

So to answer the question you posed in your previous post, Amber, I have a blast with edits!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Ageless Desires Excerpt

I've had a crazy week and found myself at a loss for scintillating blog subject matter! Anyone up for an excerpt?

An Excerpt From: Ageless Desires
Copyright: TESSIE BRADFORD, 2009
All rights reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Oh my God,” she whispered while frantically searching the room for her suitcase or any piece of clothing for that matter. “This is why old ladies shouldn’t have crazy wild sex, we get stupid.” She set her hands on her hips. “Well, I can’t possibly walk out there with all my jiggly parts just jiggling.” She looked down at herself and pinched a bit of tummy skin. “I also can’t stay in here forever. He might notice.”
She pulled the sheet off of the bed with a flourish and gave her best shot at wrapping her body in what she hoped looked like a sexy toga. She combed her hair with her fingers and, drawing a deep calming breath, she left the bedroom.
Bryan smiled as Kate walked into the living room wrapped demurely in the bed sheet, picked up her overnight case and disappeared into the bathroom. How could a woman who had fucked him into near delirium be embarrassed to stand in front of him naked? He swore, in that instant, that he would coax her through every one of her insecurities until she saw herself as the confident, sexy woman that he knew she was. He then turned his attention to piling logs into the fireplace.
“Did you find the other sandwiches in the cooler?” Kate asked when she emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later.
“Haven’t looked yet, honey, I was trying to set the atmosphere first.” He leaned a bit further into the fireplace and began to light matches and touch them to the kindling.
“I’ll go see if there is ice in the freezer for the drinks.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he answered as he sat back on his heels and watched the fire begin to blaze. Not bad, for a city slicker, he silently congratulated himself and then scooted back on the floor to find the cooler. There were still two sandwiches left, along with some fruit and, what is this, he thought as he pulled out the bottle of wine? Had Katie been thinking seduction when she packed for their trip? It brought a smile to his lips and an ache in his groin but he had no more time to ponder it. He turned around abruptly when Kate began bitching from the kitchen.
“What in the hell is this, Bryan?” She stomped to the kitchen doorway holding a gigantic food basket in one arm and waving a note card in the other.
“I have absolutely no idea, Katie,” he answered, turning away from the fire and getting his first look at the high necked, long sleeved, floor length night gown that gently hugged her luscious curves. He was glad that he was sitting down because if he hadn’t been he would have fallen down. His cock swelled so fast that it shot a pain straight down his leg. She was a favorite fantasy come to life—looking every inch the demure modest lady on the outside when underneath she was all fire and heat. He was having trouble concentrating on her words.
“The card says, ‘Enjoy, love, B’. You’d better tell me what’s going on right now.” Kate tapped her bare foot and waited.
Damn that woman, doesn’t she know when to stop? Bryan fumed as he got up and slowly moved toward Kate. He hoped that it was dim enough in the room and that Kate was mad enough at the moment that she didn’t notice his hard-on pushing out the front of his sweats.
“Calm down, honey,” Bryan said as he gently tossed the card on the floor and took the basket from her. “Let’s go sit down.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her to the couch.
“I told you that I’d never lie to you, right?”
“I went to Beth a few days ago and asked her to send us up here.” Kate just stared at him and waited for him to continue. “She’s your best friend and loves you to death and I hoped that she would understand when I told her that I wanted some time with you alone in a situation where you would feel comfortable. I had absolutely no idea that she would take it as far as a cabin and, apparently, food.” Bryan willed her to believe him.
“You-you asked to come here, with me?” Kate stammered. “This was your idea, truly?”
“I was prepared to beg her but, as you can see, she jumped at the idea,” Bryan breathed a sigh of relief that she didn’t seem mad anymore but felt a tug at his heart over the fact that she obviously didn’t understand her appeal to him. “Please don’t be mad.”
Kate flung herself into his outstretched arms and kissed him soundly. Bryan couldn’t stifle the groan that escaped when she landed on his very hard, already extended cock.
“What might this be about?” she purred as she slid her hand under the waistband of his sweat pants and cupped him firmly.
“I swear to God, Katie, when I saw you standing there, trussed up like a Victorian virgin, knowing that your beautiful boobs and creamy pussy were right beneath that cloth, I almost exploded in my pants.”
“Bryan,” Kate wailed, blushing to her hairline.
“What, I can’t tell you that you make me as horny as hell and that I want to fuck you in every way and everywhere until you forget your own name?” He gazed at her in complete sincerity. “You are a walking fantasy to me, honey.”
“That’s nice and all but couldn’t you just think it quietly in your own head instead of saying it out loud?” She laughed nervously.
“No, I can’t,” he replied firmly and lifted her hand out of his pants. “My biggest fantasy about us Kate is that I want to be the man that you explore all of your deepest darkest desires with. I know that boiling, just under your surface, is a very wild but currently stifled woman.”
“Hear me out, Katie.” Bryan took a deep breath before continuing. “I know that there are sexual experiences that you have never had because you have never trusted someone enough to let them know what you want. Deep down you burn to try things that you think are wrong or dirty but in the privacy of your own fantasies they turn you on hard. Am I wrong, Katie?”
“No, Bryan, you’re not wrong,” she whispered.
“Then let me be for you everything that you want a man to be. Know that you can tell me anything, want anything and I will take care of you. Let yourself go, Katie, completely. It will be incredible for both of us.” He softly stroked the side of her face.
“I wouldn’t know where to start,” Kate admitted, “or how.”
“Lesson number one, talk to me,” he said eagerly as he scooted closer. “What were you thinking about when you wrapped your hand around my cock just now?”
Okay, so he was actually serious about this, Kate thought. Years of sexual repression were going to be hard to forget in one evening. But she wanted to be free with him, wanted it so badly that she was aching with a need that she had always denied.
“I was thinking about giving you a blow job,” she said so quietly that he barely heard her.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He flashed her with a sinister grin. Bryan’s cock sprang to further attention. “That term can mean a lot of things, can’t it? Why don’t you tell me exactly what you were thinking about doing and then I’ll tell you if I think that it’s going to work for me.”
Kate trembled with the intensity of Bryan’s hooded gaze. How many times had she dreamed of him wanting her, of him looking at her exactly as he was at this moment? A strange feeling of power began to wash over her. Why should she feel uncomfortable to talk frankly and openly when it was obviously something that he enjoyed doing and hearing?
“Okay,” she delicately ran her tongue along her lower lip and her pulse skipped a beat when Bryan’s breath hissed through clenched teeth, “I will first slide your sweats down to your ankles. Then I think I will ever so carefully hold your balls with one hand while I take your penis in the other,” Kate tightly clenched her hands in her lap in order for them not to follow her own directions. This was getting more fun by the second. “Next I will lick from the base to the tip and back down a few times, really slowly.”
“Oh yeah, honey, I can almost feel it. Then what?”
“I’ll start sucking, of course.” She smiled broadly when Bryan nodded in eager agreement. “Once I set the perfect rhythm, your head will touch the back of my throat every time I go down on you. And when you come, I will swallow very drop.” Satisfied with her first try at talking dirty, she sat up a bit straighter and fixed him with a, ‘that will show you that I can be bold if I want to’ look. “Does that work for you, Bryan?” she asked in her most innocent tone.
“You’re about to find out just how much,” he laughed as he dragged her playfully up his body.


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

"Flawed but Majestic"

The flawed heroes we love.

If you were new to this planet and western culture in particular, you might be fooled into believing that humans seek perfection in their objects of desire both physically and in character. I assure you this is not the case. If those new arrivals to Earth invested a little time watching our favorite movies, reading our favorite books and most educational of all-if they took the time to actually fall in love with a human, they would see this mythic search for perfection doesn’t have a biological leg to stand on.

As a species, humans secretly love and embrace flaws. Simply said flaws are part of individuation, they make us who we are. Our flaws are often our strengths in disguise. They often represent unique qualities and something that cannot be erased. On a planet filled with nearly seven billion people, flaws help us stand out in a crowd.

One of my favorite flawed heroes is Edward Rochester from Charlotte Bronte’s “Jane Eyre”. I fell for this guy big time. He’s dark, guarded, brooding, and slightly bow legged with a barrel chest. He’s a gallant liar, a tease and a trickster. At heart he’s basically a decent man who has been abused by life. His tragedies are epic but he does pause to do some good deeds along the way. He cannot outrun his fate and by the end of the story he has lost his ancestral home, his fortune, his right arm and his left eye but he gains Jane’s love and respect in the process and becomes one of fiction’s most memorably flawed heroes.

In movies Clint Eastwood has mastered the art of the flawed hero. The Harry Callahan character comes to mind. Clint plays a “loner” with such strong magnetism that the more he pushes people away the closer they come-often at their peril. We watch the inevitable drama unfold when Harry Callahan heroically makes a choice to go it alone and spare others his fate but because every body loves a hero, they tag along anyway and get hurt. Oh well, Harry warned them…

Did Rhett Butler’s character flaws stop any of you from dreaming about what it would feel like to be obsessively pursued by a dashing man who had that much charisma? Did Clark Gable’s sparkling green eyes and strapping frame scooping a woman off her feet and marching her up the staircase to be ravished-turn you off? I thought not. Rhett had some pretty difficult personal vices. He smoked, drank, gambled, lied, whored, took his daughter out of the country and generally showed bad co-parenting skills. Quite frankly, in real life I would give a damn. But Rhett’s flaws both in fiction and on the screen made him appear incredibly real as if we actually knew this man.

The bottom line: Flaws set us apart and make our virtues look all the more sweeter.

Who is your favorite flawed hero?

XXOO Katalina Leon.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


I went to my local chapter writer's meeting on Saturday and a lot was discussed on what types of writers we are. I'm a self-proclaimed pantser thru and thru. It wasn't the type of writer I am that surprised me. It was how much writer's love editing. At least 2/3 the group went on and on about how much they love editing. Me I dislike it - immensely! lol

I don't know why really. Maybe by the time I get to the end of the book I'm tired of it. I don't mind when I go thru edits with my editor's. Well, that's not completely true. If I have to do more than two rounds I get grouchy. My husband will take me to dinner and keep the kids at bay.

I'm not a perfectionist by any means, so it's not that I think my work is perfect. Tho, I won't lie, I wish it were. lol I think it's just when I finish a book I'm done. If I let it sit too long I won't edit it.

It's sad really because I have three contemporary romantic comedies that have potential - if only I'd edit them. I wrote them during NaNo the last few years and when I was done, I was done. I haven't looked back.

As a writer who wants to do this full-time some day it's not a good thing. I need to find a way to commit myself to these books that haven't been edited. These are the books waiting to be submitted to agents. And if all else fails, they'll go to an e-pub.

If there are any writer's out there who are like me and despise editing can you share tips with me on how to just do it? Please? :)

Monday, October 5, 2009

CURSES - The Kind You "Put" on People

I'll never forget the stories my mother told me about my great-grandmother. Apparently she wasn't an easy woman to live fact, in her later years it was hard to find one of her children willing to take her in and care for her.

We're talking about the 1930s, when nursing homes/assisted living facilities weren't available. Dear sweet great-granny was anything but that and somewhat of a nasty person...and that's only considering her good days. No doubt that her life had been difficult, but her attitude made her children's and grandchildren's lives miserable.

Angelina used "curses" to torment people and threaten them when she didn't get what she wanted. As she aged, her "evil eye" tirades increased, and the family grew to ignore her as she also seemed to drift into what we now know would be called episodes of dementia. Although laughing at her "curses", my mother remarks that the family members on the receiving end of Angelina's wrath always harbored a tiny bit of fear.

What if Angelina really did have "the power" she claimed to have? Was the job loss because of her? How about falling and breaking a bone? Or, the breakup of a courtship? Was Angelina responsible?

Curses hold a mystifying effect on some, and it's that "beyond belief" suspicion we have that makes us wonder. Curiosity edges us to try and figure their meanings and factual properties, while the adrenaline pumps in our bodies at the thought that maybe some of them are legitimate.

Great-grandmother Angelina gave an "evil eye" curse the day my grandmother married. She didn't like my grandfather, Rosario, so walked back and forth in front of the church mumbling her "curse" as my grandmother got married inside. She squinted her eyes and pointed at various times during her "curse".

Did it have any effect? None that was noted...although my grandfather died at an early age, leaving my grandmother to raise their children alone. And, times had been tough for them...but wasn't that the norm for that decade?

After all the misery she wished upon family members, especially my grandmother, when it came time to let great-granny move in with someone, it was my grandmother who made room in her house.

Maybe that was the "curse" finally coming to fruition. Angelina's "evil eye" rant meant that my grandmother would one day suffer on a daily basis by having to deal with great-granny in her own home and until she died.

Do you believe in curses? What about the curse of King Tut's Tomb? Is there something mystical about it or just factual/coincidental events that have been made to look suspicious?

No curses in my books, but two have paranormal elements. "Street of Dreams", by Marianne Stephens, is a time travel, romantic suspense ebook that received a "4 - HOT" rating from Romantic Times Magazine. It's available from Cerridwen Press:

"Second Sight Dating", by Marianne Stephens, is a psychic romance, available from Cerridwen Press in both print and ebook format:

April Ash
has two erotic romance ebooks available at: and one is also in print.