Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Rebecca Royce "Strange Days"

My guest today is the fabulous Rebecca Royce. Rebecca is multi-published author, super creative woman and her Muse never even takes a nap! This woman is a paranormal-romance writing machine and if you've never had the pleasure of reading a Rebecca Royce book this is a great day to start. 

Strange Days is an enthralling read. I had the privilege of beta reading this story and I promise you Rebecca has created a tangled paranormal realm where two unlikely people find scorching hot love and mutual comfort, as they battle demonic forces. It's sexy and delightfully creepy. Strange Days will leave you sleeping with the lights on. If you like a few chills with your romantic thrills this is the book for you! There's even an evil clown what more can I say.

Book one of the Shadow Promised series.
Dodie Chase has a terrible crush on her neighbour, Christian Casillo. But a man like him—karate blackbelt, exotic dancer and romance novel cover stud—could never be interested in a mouse like her.
And thoughts of romance fly out of her head when her best friend’s boyfriend is brutally murdered, leaving Mindy white-haired and in shock. An evil clown, a creature from Dodie’s worst nightmares, is pursuing everyone she loves—and she starts to realize that Christian is among them.

A Romantica® horror erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Saturday, April 26, 2014

Writing is a great career...when I can get my pen in gear...

I need some inspiration...

So I keep a few pics of delicious guys on my desktop.  Meet Angel Macho...(probably not his real name).  But he is something, isn't he? Gotta love guys who carry around their own six-packs. Or eight-packs.

 Gotta love that sexy set of dimples, too...
Does anyone recognize the book cover this guy inspired?  Let me know if you do...and I'll send you a little something. Send your guess to me at and I'll let you know if you're right.


Fran Lee

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Cooking Up A Book

I love to cook. I find it to be a therapeutic, creative, and highly satisfying activity. It isn't my normal way however to almost daily create new variations of soup, stew, roasts and casseroles.

Baking isn't my thing. It's too precise, requires too much waiting, dirties too many dishes, and ultimately adds extra jig to my jiggly parts. This week, from scratch, I've made three different kinds of biscuits, bread, a cake, cream cheese cinnamon frosting, sweet/salty chocolate peanut butter fudge, and one batch of drop cookies (didn't want to waste remaining frosting).

The reason for my unusual culinary activities?

Believe it or not, writing my current WIP!?!!

First of all, and quite interestingly, the story has nothing to do with food in any manner, shape or form.

Due to a temporary decrease in ambulation ability, my writing area has had to be relocated to sitting in a walker at one of my kitchen counters. My usual writing space is in our lower level. When down there writing I also wander and pace, do little chores like laundry, ponder, watch the better TV, putz with the aquariums - I have a routine.
On the main floor are bedrooms (can't sleep my life away), surfaces that are in desperate need of dusting which I choose not to do, other living spaces that provide no diversion, and the kitchen.

Who knows, maybe when I finish Leena's Men, I'll type up all of my new recipes?! :))  

Enjoy a wonderful weekend~


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Suz deMello "Rakes In Tartan"

My guest today is Suz deMello. Here's a quick taste of her latest from Ellora's Cave "Rakes In Tartan"!

Rakes in Tartan by Suz deMello                                                              

Setting: London 1816

The social season promises both sex and danger for Torquil Kilburn and Andrew
MacReiver, Highland heirs arrived in London to seek brides. The Scotsmen must            
negotiate the complicated morés of high society to woo and win an exquisite
debutante and her passionate, unconventional mother while keeping their vampire heritage a secret.

But evil stalks the ballroom at Almack’s, the streets of Piccadilly, the drawing rooms of the ton. Headless bodies have been found drained of their blood, for another vampire haunts the streets of London, murdering noblemen. As he draws ever closer, Tor and Andrew must fight not only for love, but for their lives.

Buy it here:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Just sent off my wip...fingers crossed...

 And I've been working on promo...

Just paid my state and federal income taxes...and I begin to wonder how I can afford to continue on as a writer, when the royalties have dwindled to a precious few. I only made half as much in 2013 as I did in 2012...possibly because I only subbed one book in 2013? But I've been told I'm not alone in this quandary.  So I'm working madly on finishing a few of the ones that are halfway done, etc. to get my royalties out of the toilet. :P

Not sure how my editor will view this latest one. It's waaay different from anything I've written so far.  So cross those fingers and toes, everyone, and wish me luck.  I made a new video of my self-pubbed book while I still have access to OneTrueMedia. I'm going to miss that resource when it's gone.  Check it out...

I am also going to miss having my darling cover goddess...because she has started her own business, and I'm not sure if she will still be doing covers for my publisher. Of course, I never truly "had" her...but she was kind enough to feel sorry for me and do all my covers.  I am wishing her only the best in her new endeavors.

Sigh.  Things change, in spite of our fear of change. But they do say that the breeze from one door slamming in your face often opens another door behind you...and I will keep turning in circles to check that theory out. LOL!

I will continue to write for Ellora's Cave...they have been very good to me. But I have begun to branch out a bit, myself, and will not hesitate to self-pub anything they don't think is right for them. 

Hugs to everyone who has given me encouragement and the will to go on. It's wonderful to have friends. 


Fran Lee

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Bye Bye Comfort Zone

I will be attending the BDSM Writers Conference in NYC this summer and will be participating in the book signing on August 24!!

This is a very unique event and I'm both excited and nervous (in a good way) because almost everything about participating is way outside my comfort zone. Due to things that have been going on in my life over the last year, I just decided, "What the hell, you only live once!"

Possessing Eleanor released in April 2010. Jackson Royce had been in my fantasies for quite a while and writing his and Eleanor's story was a comfort zone pushing event also. The process had me deeply examining my idea of a Dom/sub relationship, why some aspects appeal to me and others don't. I vividly remember being nervous as I read the first draft to hubby, knowing he would recognize the extremely personal nature of the book. We talked for hours that night; one of those no holds barred, put your cards on the table, nothing off limits kind of conversations. It was wonderful!

Here's an excerpt:

Possessing Eleanor
Copyright 2010 Tessie Bradford  

Ellie’s gaze fixed on Jackson as soon as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the restaurant. She couldn’t help smiling as he rose from his chair and came to her. He was again dressed in all black, but tonight, his shirt and tie appeared to be silk and he wore dress slacks instead of black jeans. Ellie noticed the other women giving him the once over, and she delighted in the fact that he never took his eyes off of her as she approached.

“Good evening, Eleanor.” He looked down at her with a killer grin. “I’m very glad you decided to join me tonight.”

“Hi, Jackson.” She gazed up at him, feeling a bit shy and uncertain now that he was standing so close.

“Thank you for the beautiful rose.”

“You’re welcome, my dear, but its beauty pales in comparison to yours.”

He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to their table. She hoped he couldn’t hear the frantic beating of her heart or feel her slight tremble in response to his compliment.

After helping her remove her coat, he pulled out her chair, making certain she was comfortably settled before he sat down. Ellie watched him nod almost imperceptibly to the waiter before he turned his complete attention to her.

“This is one of my favorite restaurants. Have you been here before?”

“I have many times. The food is fantastic, and they do carryout. It’s really convenient for me to stop here after work. Everything is still hot by the time I get home.”

“Yes, it would be,” was his simple reply as the waiter arrived with a bottle of wine. What with opening and sniffing and tasting and approving, it took a few minutes before they were alone again.

“You know where I live?” She couldn’t keep the hint of concern from her voice.

“Of course. I wouldn’t have asked you to meet me at a location that was inconvenient for you.” He stared at her intently while continuing in a quiet tone, “Eleanor, there’s no need for you to look so worried. I just used the internet to find your address. I don’t think I like your implication that I did anything unsavory.”

The internet, who knew? Heat infused her cheeks and she dropped her eyes to the table to toy with her fork in utter embarrassment. He was absolutely right, of course. She had insulted him. He was incredibly thoughtful to have taken such care in selecting where they went.

“I’m sorry, Jackson,” she whispered.

“Apology accepted.” He laid his hand on hers, stilling her nervous fidgeting. “Look at me, Eleanor.” The low rumble of his voice was a caress in itself. When her eyes met his, they were darker, sparkling with emotion. He reached across the table and ran a finger along her cheekbone. “I love it when a woman’s skin warms and flushes pink.”

Ellie had the strangest sensation his words held a deeper meaning, one that she couldn’t quite grasp with him staring into her eyes with such intensity.

“I ordered our meal, and here comes the appetizer,” he announced matter-of-factly as the waiter arrived.
Ellie couldn’t initially decide if she was annoyed by his actions or intrigued by his take-charge demeanor, but as the perfectly selected courses proceeded, she stopped thinking about it. Jackson put her completely at ease, guiding the conversation so they could begin to learn about each other. They both liked sci-fi movies, visiting museums of all kinds, and the current crisp fall weather. They both read voraciously, but disagreed good-naturedly over subject matter. Their political beliefs were similar enough to not cause undue upset, and they shared a strong pride in their individual career successes.

When the waiter arrived to clear away the dessert dishes, signaling the impending end of one of the best nights Ellie had spent in her life, she couldn’t help her little sigh as she looked at Jackson. She was relatively certain her warm and fuzzy feelings weren’t due solely to the bottle of wine they had shared.

Ellie became lost in her own thoughts as Jackson settled the bill with the waiter. Her gaze wandered to his lips, and she wondered if he was going to kiss her goodnight, or maybe more? Ellie was positive he would know what he was doing in the bedroom, and the thought of surrendering to his expertise was sending her heartbeat racing. He wouldn’t be a cautious lover. There was nothing cautious or hesitant about Jackson Royce. Her nipples tingled, but it was nothing compared to that in her pussy, and she squirmed slightly in her chair.

“I’ve had the best time tonight, Jackson. Thank you very much,” she whispered somewhat raggedly.

“As have I, Eleanor.” He pushed back his chair, collected her coat and moved to help her up from the table. His hand tightened slightly on her shoulders as he helped her settle the garment in place. He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her lobe. “But our evening isn’t over yet.”

Ellie shivered with excitement and swayed back slightly into his hold. The hard evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against her. What an intoxicating feeling to know this incredible man reacted to her with the same sexual intensity she had for him.

They left the restaurant in silence. When they arrived at her car, she steadied herself against the door while searching through her purse. It took a minute to find her keys with a trembling hand. She finally pulled them out and looked up at him expectantly.

“I’m going to follow you home, Eleanor.”

Okay, she had been hoping against hope there would be some lip locking here in the parking lot, but him telling her they were going back to her house was a bit too much of the macho, alpha male thing. The moisture soaking her panties was absolutely an unrelated freak occurrence she refused to acknowledge. She hit the remote, unlocking her car door.

“Dinner was wonderful, Jackson, and I really enjoyed being with you.” She hoped he caught the annoyance in her tone. “But I do not take men home on a first date.” She pulled on the door handle, but it didn’t open due to Jackson’s large palm pushing against it. She glared up at him and, for some unknown reason, was compelled to keep talking. “And if I ever decide to make an exception to that rule, I will invite the gentleman to my home. He will not order it done.”

Had she somehow come across as easy to him?

“I just spent hours talking with you, Eleanor. I am very well aware you have extremely high standards of behavior, which I approve of completely.”

“How wonderful,” she spat back at him.

“Your sarcasm in unnecessary.” He leaned down, his breath feathering along her pursed lips. “I have my own rules of behavior, and one of them is I do not start to make love to a woman in a public parking lot.”

Have a great weekend!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

My Love Affair With Edit Minion

This week is a busy week and I'm really enjoying it. Tuesday I finished the first draft of one of the secret projects (The wolf is a hint) and I'm giving it the Edit Minion treatment today.

Have you ever tried Edit Minion?
Edit Minion is wonderful and my new best friend. Its a simple analytical program. Copy and paste a sample of your writing into the the Edit Minion box. I use 6k or less. too big a file doesn't work well. Click "edit' and a report card will show below with a charted frequency of often used words, Adverbs, Ending in prepositions, cliches, Passive voice etc...

Its not designed for fiction, so I think it overreacts to "passive voice" too often, but it's still very helpful. Edit Minion has become part of my writing process and really speeded me up. Seeing my mistakes highlighted in bright colors does make it easier to rethink matters. I do stop and ask myself "Is this the best way to say this?" with a lot more ease.

I'll hoping to get WIP to my Beta partner by Friday so I can jump onto the next project, which will be something new for me. It a multi-author book series in the paranormal/ New Adult genre. I made a little mix-up in my mind. I thought the books for this series were due in September. They're not I realized this week they start publishing in September and they are due May 1st, less than two weeks for now. Uh!

I warned my new publisher my book would be late (They know I'm busy) but I thought I could have one by late May. Then like mana from heaven, a great idea that I love came to me in the middle of a yoga class. I rushed home to make notes and plot. So when the starter's gun fires on Friday morning, I plan to start my New Adult and see if I can't get out of my own way and write a quick novella without my usual starting and stopping. We shall see. I'm excited to try. If I can't do it, no biggie. 

Monday, April 14, 2014

Hot Sheriff Meets Sexy Gal next door, laughs, loves in IS THAT A GUN IN YOUR POCKET? out everywhere!

A Texas love affair between the hottie sheriff and his luscious next door neighbor?

You need this laughter with a dash of suspense! Available for the first time on NOOK, KOBO and iTunes as well as KINDLE and Are!!!

What’s a woman to do when she has the hots for the local sheriff—and he’s playing it cool? Mae Montaine knows the man has an ever-ready gun in his pocket and he’s always happy to see her.
So why won’t he come over and see her sometim for a date? A hug? A kiss? More?
West Farraday yearns for the All-American knock-out who lives next door, but Mae’s got problems and secrets. He’d love to help her out of her problems. And her clothes. Then into his bed.
When timing seems right, West makes his move. He’s happier than a colt in clover.
Mae’s skeptical they can make it as a couple. After all, town gossip says the good sheriff is hard on the ladies.
But when three bad coyotes invade Mae’s life, West tries to prove to her that a man who’s hard in the sack can be easy to love.
* * * 
West Farraday is a sheriff who’s hard on the ladies, hard in the sack, hard on the outlaws who dare enter his town.
Mae Montaine is a woman who’s easy on the eyes, tough on men’s egos…especially West’s.
Their Lone Star love affair?
Cerise's Cherry, Pop One!

Too hot to handle and too wild to ignore, especially when one bad coyote tears up West’s town and demands Mae pay prices West decides are much too high!

Soon at iTunes, too!

Now ready for a nibble?
Copyright, Cerise DeLand 2014
She smiled at West. “I certainly didn’t know why my sister and brother-in-law chose this town to settle down.”
“But you do now,” West added in a soothing, come-to-daddy drawl that compelled her to lock her gaze with his warm, sweet one.
She grabbed a breath to steady her thoughts and her hope that finally she might have breached this man’s shell of formality. “I do. And I want to stay. Give Emma the life that Kyle and Lou wanted for her.”
“You know how extraordinary that is?” he asked.
“What? To give a child the normal life she deserves?”
“That, yes. But to give it to her like her parents designed it? When you had a life of your own? When you could have taken her back to Newark and raised her there?”
She gave a laugh of derision. I owe it to her. I failed her mother when she needed me. I won’t fail Emma. “You haven’t been to Newark lately, have you?”
“I’ve flown in and out on my way to Manhattan to take in Broadway shows.”
“Wow.” His revelation shocked her from her morbid view of her own shortcomings. Now Mae viewed him through a new kaleidoscope of possibilities. He was more than the local sheriff, the town hunk, the ex-Marine who made all the ladies swoon. He lived in a bigger world than Winton, Texas. Bigger even than the desert sands of the Middle East and the skyscrapers of New York. “The things you don’t know about people.”
“Tell me.”
His sculpted lips were parted, eager to know more. His eyes were soft with concern, persuading her that he really did want to hear her rationale for coming here and staying here.
“Tell me,” he urged her on a murmur.
“I did have a life, if you want to call it that. I lived alone. Had a nice condo in a modern high rise. I had a solid job with a national accounting firm on Wall Street and a few promotions that were lucrative, if not fun. I had friends, a few whom I really loved and still do. I went to Broadway shows.” She gave him a nod and he responded with his own, acknowledging their mutual interest. “I did yoga, ran a few 5K races, went to Vegas with the girls now and then for the booze and the slots and the sights.”
“No dates?”
“A few.”
“No men who stayed?”
Mae noticed he drew nearer. “Not for long.”
“Why?” He was almost whispering as he braced his hands on the counter on either side of her, boxing her in, driving the air from her lungs.
“I told them to leave.”
“They liked my looks. Didn’t bother to learn what was in my brain.”
“They bored you?” he asked with a lopsided smile and raised brows.
“I want to be valued for more than my measurements.”
“Then I’ll invite you to fly to New York with me. Pick a weekend.” He drifted closer, his handsome, chiseled mouth such a warm temptation. “A show.”
A room with you? Could I be so lucky? “What’s playing?”
“Whatever you choose.” Another fraction of an inch and his lips would be on hers.
She swallowed, her fingers itching to wrap around his biceps and draw him against her. “That’s an offer I hate to refuse.”
“Then don’t.” He brushed his lips on hers, his eyes falling closed in the dreamiest way.
Could he want her that much? For more than one night? His big hands cupped her shoulders and pulled her to him. Heavenly warmth infused her. “We’ll have to take Emma.”
“We can hire a sitter from the hotel for the play.”
“They’re good? The sitters?” she asked, her own eyes fluttering in the assault of his little kisses, light as the touch of butterflies’ wings to her parted lips.
“The sheriff down in DeWitt County told me that he and his wife hired one not too long ago. He told me they’re vetted. Bonded.” His smile was pure male seduction. “Come with me, Mae.”
The velvet intonation of his deep bass voice was an invitation to more than a weekend in New York, and she knew it.
She grinned broadly, humbled but also tickled by this compliment. In the process, her torso brushed his. “I could say you’re being very forward.”
He ran his big, warm hands up her arms to her shoulders and her throat to cup her face. His generous mouth teased her with a lush kiss and she sighed into him. “You could tell me to stop.”
“I won’t.” She ran her hands up his chest. “You could tell me to stop.”
“Can’t,” he gruffed. “I want this too much.”
“You’ve never let me see that you were interested in me until now.”
“I wanted to be careful with you. Not show you too much and have you run away.” He hugged her as if he were a big warm bear.
She pressed against him, his rock wall body, his raging heat, and then she wound her arms around those incomparable broad shoulders and sank her fingers into his rich, silken hair. Against her mound, she felt his steely cock. “You’ve shown me enough for me to see that this,” she cooed as she undulated against his very impressive package, “is no gun in your pocket.”
Snorting, he chuckled at the ceiling as if he asked heaven above for mercy, then he crushed her against him, chest to breasts, belly to belly and cock to pussy. “Every inch of me is happy to be here.”