Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Halloween Treats!

Halloween is  one of my top holidays. I love it! This year my Halloween decorations went up in late September. I have a "Zombie Triage" planned for Thursday afternoon, which means I order a pizza and paint my son and several of his friends in very gruesome zombie make-up and set them loose in our neighborhood. This year I got smart and bought a cheap black eye pencil to work with. Last year a beautiful Lancome eye pencil got grabbed by mistake and ground down to nothing. That hurt.

On Saturday we are attending a huge, beautiful Dias de los Muertos celebration at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. This version of the Day Of The Dead is a full-blown art, music and cultural spectacular. I always parade in honor of my late mother who's birthday was October 27th. I like to hide little items of hers on my costume and bring her with me to the parade. A couple years ago my husband paraded as an Inca king with a huge gold and feather headdress. We drove for hours in traffic and only realized as we were stepping into our costumes that the cameras were charging at home... I almost cried. My husband's costume was so grand and he got stopped so many times to be photographed it was almost impossible to move through the crowds. This year he's wearing plain clothes and a camera around his neck. The cemetery is the final resting place of Valentino, Joey Ramone, Jane Mansfield, Mel Blanc (his grave accumulates Peppy La Pew stuffed skunks) and many others. My favorite graves are the Russian crypts with beautiful cameo portraits of the occupants embedded into the headstones. I check in with one particular Russian gentleman every year and say hello.

Also this Thursday on Halloween of course, join Sheri Fredricks and Paranormal Cravings for some super fun paranormal book hero SPEED DATING! Meet 25 great authors as they pimp their hunky preternatural heroes to you and give away great trick or treat bags (There's an Amazon gift card and an ebook in my treat bag!) So please join the fun and meet tall dark and Lycan Aubert Marston from Loup-Garou For You.

It's not too late to win a $100 Amazon gift card from Lord Griffin! Join the Scavenger Hunt now!

Loup-Garou For You will be the Halloween guest of honor in Paranormal Cravings Shifters & Were's Event. Character interviews and prizes too! Don't miss it.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Em Petrova Races Zero To Love

Double treat today. Em Petrova has a terrific blog and excerpt from her latest Loose Id release Zero To Love. If you know how edgy Loose Id Publishing is and if you know Em Petrova, then you also know this book will be very clever, well written and unabashedly HOT.

The Power of Food in Books
By Em Petrova

How many of you have read a book where the characters are chowing down pizza and guzzling beer, and suddenly you’re starving? Or they sit down to a nice family dinner including fried chicken, all the sides, and a juicy apple pie for dessert, and you wander into the kitchen for a snack?

Food in books is powerful. Not only does it draw the readers in and place us at the table next to the hunky hero or amazing heroine, it makes the characters 3D. They eat, therefore they’re alive, right?

Plus, they have cravings! Sadie adores Kit Kats dipped in peanut butter before a stressful presentation. Christian scarfs down a chili dog for breakfast.

In my latest book ZERO TO LOVE, a race of supernaturals consume human thoughts as food. Thoughts can be plucked from human minds and devoured, providing energy and even that warm fuzzy release of endorphins.

When Monroe locks gazes with Magda, he finds she is blocked to him. Yet her mind is like honey—he craves it more than any other food. Read on for a powerful excerpt from my brand new release!

Star-crossed lovers Magda and Monroe must overcome racial differences and fight off the evil Free Wills to save the city and their romance.


“Magda.” He rolled onto one hip to stare down at her. The upper bow of her lip distracted the hell out of him, and for a solid sixty seconds, he couldn’t remember what he’d been about to say.

She flattened a palm on his chest, and it all flooded back.

“Tell me more about your parents, about Elijah and your childhood.”

“Can’t you see everything?” Her voice was husky from her screams of bliss.

He traced her lower lip with his thumb. Should he tell her? Or did she know? Finally he let out the breath he was holding. They had come this far together. She was as good as his, even if he couldn’t feed from her thoughts. While her emotions were delicious, he wanted all of her.

Shaking his head, he said, “Not everything. Your mind is… Magda, those Free Wills are after you for a reason.”

Shock flitted over her face, a dark shadow of emotion he didn’t want to consume. But he did. He had to take it away from her. It slid into his psyche, and he felt his mind grow more powerful. A few more gulps of her, and he’d have enough strength for another cerebral boom. Hopefully that wouldn’t be necessary.

She fisted a hand on his chest. “After me?”

He nodded, wanting more than anything to look away, but she deserved better. “The reason your memory is full of holes—spotty—is because you are their victim, baby. In your childhood, they cleaned you out. Stole all your memories.”

“What?” Her voice was a ragged whisper.

“No one ever told you.” It wasn’t a question. Her family was obviously shielding her from Mindchangers. That thought catcher hadn’t been placed in her room because they liked what it added to the decor.

She shook her head hard, and her red waves tumbled over the cloud-blue pillowcase. A number five cushioning a brain holding a number one.

“But if I was a victim of a Free Will attack, what thoughts did they place in my mind? What doesn’t belong to me?” Panic leaked from her.

Throat constricted, Monroe wrapped his arms around her and tucked her tightly against his chest. Pressing his lips to her ear, he devoured her emotion, disgusted by the black oiliness of it. When he gave her the answer, he didn’t want her to see the fury in his eyes.

“The Free Wills didn’t give anything back in this case, baby. It’s almost never heard of. They just took.”

“How much?” A violent shiver gripped her, and he held her tighter.

He probed her mind, already knowing the answer before he spoke. “All of it. They only left enough to keep your heart beating.”

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Em Petrova
~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Virginia Cavanaugh's "Tell Me Your Secrets"

Today’s guest is the fantastic Virginia Cavanaugh! Virginia writes steamy paranormal erotic romance with a side specialty in extra hot Lycans. She’s also a sister author in the Emerald Isles Fantasies series from Ellora’s Cave. This is the newest addition to the series and I know you’ll love it!

Tell Me Your Secrets…
A book in the Emerald Isle Fantasies series.
Jesenia North chases her writing muse all the way to Ireland. Surely Castle Tullamore will provide some inspiration for a new book. What she doesn’t expect is to become the hunted, not only by a rabid wolf, but also by a very sexy Dorian Kavanaugh.
Dorian will stop at nothing to keep his race a secret, but when the high-spirited Jesenia is chased by his rabid packmate, Dorian must find a way to redirect her attention. And he isn’t beyond using hot sex to do it.
Now he must hunt down Grady and kill him along with the mutated strain of rabies before people find out that there are shifters in the area. But touching Jesenia has a price, one he may very well pay for with his heart.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

She stepped off the lift as the doors opened and she crossed the hall to her door and unlocked it. It swung shut behind her as she sauntered to the desk and placed the old book on the polished surface. Before she sat down a knock sounded at the door. She stood on tiptoe to look through the peephole. A large, sexy Dorian stood on the other side.
Jesenia turned, placing her back against the door as her heart rate accelerated. “Shit,” she whispered. Another knock. “Just a minute,” she called out as she dashed into the bathroom.
She flipped the switch and ran her fingers through her hair. Shit, why had she skipped putting on makeup this morning? She gave her cheeks a quick pinch and decided it was the best she could do with no time, and returned to the door. She inhaled a steadying breath, twisted and pulled on the brass knob. “Can I help you?”
Dorian smiled. “That depends.”
Oh damn. That smile of his was a dangerous thing. “And what does it depend on?”
Dorian stepped into her room and walked past her. She closed the door as her brows rose. “Well come on in.” She hoped he caught the sarcasm. She turned to look at him and he winked at her.
She rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. “So what do you want?”
“What are you willing to give me?”
Her core pulsed as her body let her know what it preferred she give him. “How about directions to the door?”
“Ah, lass. Do you really want me to go so soon? I just got here.”
No, she didn’t. And didn’t that just chap her ass. She pursed her lips.
“I came to check on you.”
“Oh. Well, I’m good. Walking fine. Thanks for checking on me.” She needed to get him out of her room before she did something stupid.
Dorian sat on the bed and started sifting through some of the printouts she’d made last night. “My, my, Jesenia. Are you really still convinced you saw a wolf?”
She rushed to the bed and started gathering the papers. “I know what I saw. And it’s still out there.” She plucked the last sheet from his hand, walked over to the desk and laid them on top of the book she’d brought in.
“You’ve become obsessed. Did you even sleep last night?”
Jesenia decided not to answer him. So what if she’d stayed up all night. She was still fine and of sound mind. Hell, when her muse wasn’t being a hiding little bitch she pulled all-nighters a lot. She turned to face him. “I’m fine. You can go now.”
“Jesenia, it’s three o’clock in the afternoon. If you didna sleep last night you really should be in bed.”
She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “And I guess you think you’re my daddy now and can tell me what I should be doing and when? I hate to tell you, but I’m a grown woman and I can figure things out on my own.”
Dorian stood and crossed over to her, closing the gap between them. She sucked in a breath and tensed.
He brought his hand up and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I know you’re a grown woman.” His gaze traveled to her breasts. “Oh how I know that.” His gaze came back up to her face. “And what I feel toward you is not in any way something a dad would feel.”
Her hands went to his chest as his pelvis met hers. The hard length of his erection pushed into her lower belly. She licked her lips as his hand cupped the side of her face.
“Stop me, Jesenia,” he whispered.
“Why would I want to?”
He groaned and closed the gap, molding his mouth to hers. Jesenia parted her lips for his seeking tongue and moaned into the depths of his mouth. Her hands lifted to his neck and settled in his hair. A powerful hand gripped her bottom, pulling her closer into the welcoming heat of his body. Damn, he could kiss. His tongue played a sensual game with her senses, gliding back and forth provocatively against her own.
Her nipples tightened into sensitive buds as liquid heat coated her labia. Could she really do this? She hadn’t had sex in so long, and she was covered by the Pill. She had to take it to keep her regular. But she barely knew this guy. And it really shouldn’t make a difference how hot he was, but it did. Still, she needed to be smart. She pulled her mouth away from his. “Maybe we should…”
His lips found her neck. Tongue and teeth played a wicked game against her sensitive flesh and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as her pussy began to throb, aching to be filled.
He nipped her earlobe and whispered, “Maybe we should what, lass?”
Oh God, that accent did things to her. Fuck it. You only live once. “Maybe we should move to the bed.”

Available Friday Oct 25th from Ellora's Cave! 

Also just released Lena Leonson's "Selkies Rapture" don't miss these terrific Emerald Isle Fantasies!

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Countdown Begins...

8 days until my release Going for Broke. I’m excited about this book. It was previously published with Loose Id. I don’t believe it ever received the love it deserved. I don’t blame my publisher in any way. I just feel it was lost.
So now it’s revised and expanded and ready to take on the world. Here’s a taste.
Deacon Burke has a singular goal—to win back the Las Vegas casino swindled from his father years ago.
Businesswoman Holly Perkins is equally determined to gain control of the Pleasure Palace, the decadent casino where anything goes—including exhibitionism and master/slave play. A corporate raider, she’s eager to put down roots in one location while running a business she loves.
When Deacon spots Holly in front of the casino it’s lust at first sight, and soon she’s submitting to him during a blistering-hot encounter. But how will he react when he learns of Holly’s agenda? All bets are off in their high-stakes game of carnal cravings and ultimate control.
Publisher’s Note: This title was previously released elsewhere under the title Hit Me, and has been revised and expanded for Ellora’s Cave.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.
Deacon rubbed his eyes. They burned from being sleep deprived and the bright lights didn’t help. It was nearing midnight, but who could tell in the city that never sleeps? He stopped to glance up at the majestic building. The four golden caps made it appear as if it were a true Palace. The design had been created with that in mind. Darius Burke had a dream. He’d wanted to build a casino that reminded people of royalty. He’d wanted them to feel like they were special when inside. For years he’d succeeded. 
Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.
The one verse of the incessant Christmas song filled his mind as Deacon climbed the stairs to casino. Sure he changed it a bit to suit his needs, but that was his prerogative.
The flight in from Hong Kong seemed to drag on longer than it should have, but he closed the deal. They would gain a foothold in Hong Kong with their latest fragrance. The time had arrived for him to close another deal. The most important one.
Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.
Deacon adjusted the laptop bag dangling from his left shoulder. He lifted his right foot and placed it on the concrete stair. Gold speckles glittered the front staircases leading to the entranceway.
Each step he took was painful to his weary feet and heavy heart. He hadn’t stepped foot inside the casino or Vegas for that matter in nearly ten years. The day had finally arrived. He was coming home after many years away. Deacon Burke was one step away from reclaiming what rightfully belonged to his family – the Palace of Pleasure.
Though when his father owned the Palace the top floors known as the Pleasure part of the casino didn’t exist. Deacon could see his father rolling over his grave imagining the things that took place in the Pleasure area. Not that Deacon minded. Sex was an enjoyment of his. There was something about cherishing a woman’s body that brought out the animal instinct in him. He also didn’t mind doling out a spanking or two. Having a woman bent over, hands tied behind her back getting spanked, got him overheated every time.
He stifled a moan, while fighting the hard-on that grew in his black slacks.
Maybe he’d partake in a little fun before meeting with the current owner. Why not try out the merchandise? Not that it would change his mind on reclaiming the casino. It belonged to the Burke’s and Deacon would stake his claim, no matter what stupid stipulations they put on him.

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Saturday, October 19, 2013

New Release contest has begun!

Come on over to my website and join the fun!  Dozens of prizes to win, including a $20 gift card and free copy of the book.  Secondary prizes of Skinwalker's Woman SWAG items, plus Halloween horror stories for everyone who enters!


Fran Lee

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Welcome David Russell and "Self's Blossom"

Today my guest is the multi-talented and rarest of creatures on this blog, a genuine a male author who writes beautiful heterosexual erotic-romance--David Russell!

David is also an accomplished musician and I'm really excited to have him as our guest.

Yahoo has been a hell demon lately and would not allow me to retrieve some of David's blog materials for his newest book "An Ecstatic Rendezvous" from Extasy Publishing.

Luckily David has resent a lovely excerpt of "An Ecstatic Rendezvous" please watch Amazon and Exasty Books for Buy-links. Did I mention David is also a poet?
here's the excerpt: An Ecstatic Rendezvous...

Her aura, spiced by her exquisite scent, so full and strong, was really driving me wild, my breath heating, my juices simmering. The whole scenario was quite overwhelming. The moment for the grand ceremony had come. I took her by the hand and lifted her to stand facing me. “We’ll have a romantic undress,” I said.
“The prelude for our symphony,” she said.
“As an impassioned Mozartian—and I assume you are, too—I just love well-orchestrated sonatas of love! I’ve been yearning for someone with your finesse, dreaming about it for ages!”
 I had chosen non-laced shoes to avoid any possibility of fumbling, my jacket and socks were no trouble, and I placed all the garments aside of the main action area to be. Then, Sandra skilfully thumbed my buttons and peeled off my shirt and vest, feeling the muscles of my torso and my arms as she did so. I stood before her, proud in my tight black bikini briefs.
Her face lit up. “Oh, darling, you’ve got such a wonderful physique, I’m so proud of my catch!”
“I’ll do the same for you, so for the next stage of revelation, let me take your blouse off first.”
It was off-the-shoulder, flimsily, casually and alluringly worn. The motion of my quivering thumbs echoed the firmness. The three pearl buttons undid with ease to make a gracious parting. Then, my hands went under its top, and eased it off to reveal her glorious firm sun-tanned shoulders and her willowy back.
“Okay, part two. Now, I’ll undo your skirt.” I peeled the zip along very slowly with my left, feeling her hips as I did and edged it down, with my hands smoothing her bottom and then squeezing her firm thighs. Sandra gave a knowing smile and a giggle.
“Is that nice?” This was the next delicious stage of revelation, to see the full shape of her legs. I love elastic-topped stockings—so much more alluring without suspenders. I touched their tops and felt her firm flesh beneath them. Her thighs and calves had an absolute sensual iridescence.
“Now, off with them, darling. I want to see your lovely legs as they really are.” The stockings looked so delicate, I didn’t want to risk laddering them. Sandra had to do that with her faultless firm but delicate hands. Supremely at ease with her aura, she lowered them with tender, loving care. Now, with matching caresses, we felt each other’s thighs and calves.
“It’s great that we’ve kept up our fitness routines in anticipation of the big day,” she said. “You don’t drink beer either, do you? I really appreciate that.”
Her silky white briefs gleamed with promise—their own special luminosity—it felt a ballerina’s pirouetting, but frozen motionless.
As the tactile sensations built up, my breath was heavy with suspense, laden with the weight of long-repressed desire, at last so blissfully released.
“Now, darling, remember all your favourite scenes on film and video. You’re going to re-enact all your star idols’ peak moments when you desperately ached to be there in the middle of the action. Now, we’re going to be our own celebrities and super-directors, bringing all those lovely visions beaming into real life. This scene is going to make the perfect fusion of the boudoir and the beach. We’re going to enter the deep embrace of the ocean of love. Our fantasy beach, our fantasy sea, is beckoning us. Let’s put on our bathing costumes now. I’m a turn-on in briefs, and you are in that gorgeous underwear, so let’s go on to the next pieces of costumery.” 

It's the trick or treat season and I have a treat for you. I have another one of David's books "Self's Blossom" to share today. An added treat is I'll send an ecopy of Self's Blossom to a  lucky commenter who leaves me an email address.

Self's Blossom by David Russell
This is about a young woman's self-discovery. Selene is a 'success story', having become a top journalist, while retaining her dazzling looks. However, in the past she has had unhappy relationships, and feels she has missed out on hedonistic fun.  This she obtains, firstly with a young stranger on a beach, and finally with enigmatic Hudson: tryst is preceded by cultural tourism, and careful sizing up of minds. Afterwards Selene returns to her 'I stand on my own' attitude.
While she is on holiday, her mind is free to ramble, often into Selene's chequered past. Flashback blurs into the present, past-rooted interior monologue into direct observation. The dialogue is sparse. Selene is a cautious, premeditative type, in whom thought, reflection and analysis outweigh direct action.
Selene’s subtle, monitoring mind coolly observes and controls all the events. Maybe she is super-confident, or perhaps has a deep, underlying insecurity. She is many things to many readers.

Here, she was on a beach, pure and simple. Now the sea breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her stare, speaking to her. It was the spirit of love, beckoning her with a pulsing, sinewy body. In all its lines, shades, and fleeting forms, Selene saw the essence of pure beauty, all grace of form, flesh, limb and feature. It was in one, all the lovers of whom she could possibly dream, conflated into one elemental ideal. He, pure love in soul, bade her to enter his domain and make it hers. His arms moved her hands to unclasp, unbutton, and unzip . . . the blossom emerged. The sun became the eye of all that was not earth, and Selene loved fully, though the pallor of her skin left her momentarily abashed.

At first she lay in the tide's path, the top of her head at its most extreme mark. The sand bank made a soft bed. The sea lover smoothly caressed her calves, thighs, hips, breasts, shoulders, and cheeks before retreating to pause in his mossy pinnacles. Three times this action was repeated, and then Selene stood up, wading in with arms outstretched. Her arms were linked, as she stood up to her neck in the saline flow. The balls and heels of her feet wobbled, slithering on the moss. With the next wave, she lost her balance – her breath prepared in unison with the hissing around her. She threw her head back, once again horizontal, and launched into a backstroke, sweeping and circling. She parted her legs wide with each thrust of motion, each sweep of self-propulsion pushing out to answer the cavernous currents of his passion. Seven circles gave her a delicious, warm bliss –then the sea lover, well pleased, carried her back to a near-dry bed. Aching and contented, Selene dozed a while.

"Self's Blossom" available on Amazon:

B. 1940; live in London UK. Have been writing for many decades. My first publication was a poetry collection called Exacting Modality of the World Web. I produced a work of speculative fiction, High Wired On in 1985. I started trying to write literary erotica in the mid-80s. I have some short stories in this genre in addition to Self’s Blossom. I am also a singer-guitarist-songwriter. My main albums are Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. I have many tracks on YouTube. 

Best David! Thank you for being our guest today. I apologize about the mix up.