Good News!

I have good news...Not only is Out to Protect an ARe Bestseller it's now been nominated in the LR Cafe's Best of 2012 Awards.
The last time I was nominated was in 2009 for Best Anthology for Spank Me Twice and we won! Here's hoping to a 2012 win!

Best Mystery/Thriller/Suspense Book: Out to Protect by Amber Skyze (Loose Id)

Saturday again?

I am a total couch potato again...sigh...

I have honed being lazy to an art form...I watched three Harry Potter movies today. I ignored my room, which desperately needs to be cleaned out. I didn't even do my dishes. I almost forgot it was Saturday.

I did manage to write about 500 words yesterday. Does that count?

Didn't think so.

I am so lazy, I can't stand myself. :(

Oh, well...I think one and a half paragraphs is all I can manage to blog tonight.

Hugs...

Fran Lee 

Happy New Year!

Wishing you all a happy, healthy, prosperous and peaceful 2013!

Tessie
www.tessiebradford.com

Climb Aboard Rea Thomas' Pleasure Express!

Today I want to introduce everyone to my talented new friend from Belfast Ireland, Rea Thomas.

Rea writes for Ellora’s Cave and just released a very steamy Quickie for the new EC For Men Line.

Hush… Don’t tell anyone but EC For Men is fun reading for women too!

Rea Thomas has never really been sure about anything in life. She doesn't have much of an opinion on religion or politics (until she drinks a few vodkas, and then maybe you'd wish you hadn't asked!). But one thing she's always been certain of was that she loved telling stories and wanted to be a writer. 

She's fortunate to live in a country filled with myths, legends and very green fields - and Northern Ireland constantly fuels her imagination. 

Aside from writing, Rea loves photography, languages (particularly Indian ones), culture, foreign film (particularly Indian ones... do you sense a theme?), cricket and books. 

I love Rea and I know you will too. By the way when Rea says she “likes” Indian languages and film she really means she loves this:

And this…

And this…

Bollywood gorgeous!  Can you blame her?

Blurb for Pleasure Express:

Marty, a workaholic whose personal life has taken a backseat, rides on the last train home every night. It’s on this train that he meets the ultimate fantasy woman—sexy, beautiful and naughty, and she seems to enjoy toying with him.

It starts out innocently enough, but before long Marty is bearing witness to the nameless woman’s far naughtier side—a little cleavage, the uncrossing of her legs and then mutual masturbation that guarantees Marty will never miss the train again.

He’s pretty certain nothing more could ever develop between them; after all, he’s far too reserved to approach her and he suspects she enjoys the voyeuristic side to their wicked games. Then one night, she admits it’s her last trip onboard the train. She’s leaving town—and wants to give Marty the ride of his life before she goes.

Excerpt for Pleasure Express:

“Hi,” the woman said gently, her voice as smooth and syrupy as honey. “I’m leaving town tomorrow.” My eyes flickered to the cardboard box filled with personal desk belongings, then back to her. She was still smiling.

“I’m… sorry to hear that?” I tried. I was hopeless with women, always had been. They mystified me, left me feeling mentally drained as though I had been puzzling over a Rubick’s cube for hours. I couldn’t work out their motives, their mindset, or anything really. It explained why the entire female species had given up on me.

“Yeah,” the stranger said, lifting a perfectly manicured hand to sweep away the strand of hair. She looked divine, a vision of perfection in her tight skirt and near-sheer blouse. “We’ve been taking this train together every night now for months,” she continued with firm command. “I expected you might introduce yourself, ask me out, even say ‘hello’ – but it seems you’re one of those guys.” Her bluish eyes took time to roll in despair, as though she were bemoaning how utterly useless I was. “So I thought maybe we could skip those preliminaries and you could just fuck me now.”

It had happened to me before that I would lose myself in a lurid sexual fantasy while talking to a woman. Like the pixie-haired blonde at the deli-counter who made my tuna salad bagels at lunchtime. When she said to me ‘that’s two pounds ten, please’ I imagined she was saying ‘I want to suck your dick, Marty.’. Her lips were moving but the words I heard were wholly different to the ones she was actually saying. For a moment I thought the same thing was happening here.

“P-pardon?” I spluttered, anything but smooth.

“Look,” she said evenly, a finely tapered eyebrow rising as though she were talking to a particularly dim-witted child. “You’ve been staring at me for months now.” Her head gestured to the seat she regularly occupied. “So, had you found the courage to ask me out we would have gone to dinner, chatted inanely about things neither of us are interested in, discovering information about one and other that just taints the sexual attraction.” Her mouth was speaking the most beautiful words, as though I were dreaming the best dream ever. I was speechless, which was perfectly all right as it seemed she had plenty to say. “I’m saving you money, saving me time and best of all, saving us from the mind-numbing tedium of having to pretend we actually give a shit about all those petty details.”

She braced her arm on the chair, leaning close enough for me to smell her perfume, something fruity and summery. Her blouse revealed cleavage, her tits pressed together, tantalizing me. I couldn’t look away and my cock was rigid.

Her fingers toyed with the pointed end of my tie, her eyes locked on my face. She didn’t make any attempt to slap me when I refused to draw my gaze away from her tits. I’d learned from experience that women didn’t like that – but this woman seemed to almost get a kick out of my helplessness.

“T-the conductor might come at any minute,” I spluttered, dragging my rounded eyes to her face. She looked like a school mistress, displeased at my incompetence.

“When was the last time we saw a conductor at this time?” she asked patiently. My eyes flittered to the door between compartments, trying to remember if I ever had seen a conductor on this train. She and I were almost always alone – two solitary people in the last compartment. When I glanced back she had deftly popped one button on her blouse, revealing the lacy trim on her white bra. I found my throat was dry, my tongue sticking ineffectively to the roof of my mouth.

Rea Thomas "Pleasure Express"

Ellora's Cave For Men. Available now! 

http://www.ellorascave.com/pleasure-express.html

Happy New Year, thank you for dropping by!

XXOO Kat

Happy New Year!

I'm on the road today and unable to post anything. Wishing you all Health and Happiness in the new year! 

Happy New Year!

It's almost a New Year....

What are your New Year Resolutions?

Mine are simple...finish off a few wips....lose 50 pounds...figure out how to avoid candy at all costs...the usual stuff.  The usual resolutions that fall by the wayside within a few weeks...or even days...after the New Year rings in.  But I do fully intend to finish at least ONE of those wips.  Don't have much of a choice.  I like paying the bills and eating too much to not do that.

Now that Christmas is over and the tree is safely tucked away in its packing box for another year, it's time to stop putting off the work...and get down to it once more.  I've been such a lazy woman the past year.  But I need to get energized and get crackin'...

So if you don't hear from me as often, know that I am buried in my wips, trying to finish at least one by the end of January.

Have a marvelous New Year...

Fran Lee 

Happy Boxing Day! Why Do I Feel Like I've Been Punched In The Face?

It’s a British tradition to give the hard working household help the day off after a hectic Christmas season, pay them a bonus and let them relax.

So why can’t I relax today? I’m an under appreciated house servant. I’m not British but I would love to get paid a bonus for all the extra work I did this season and take a full day off, but I know it’s not going to happen.

In the USA the day after Christmas is a department store Armageddon that almost rivals Black Friday in its intensity. Okay, that’s not quite true, only the running of the bulls in Pamplona Spain rivals Black Friday shopping, but December 26th is close.

The day after Christmas in the USA is the day most stores will see the highest number of returns and exchanges, which results in long lines at the checkout, frustrating searches on store computers for items with lost receipts and a lot of grouchy shoppers in general.

Why do stores put up with and even encourage this behavior? Because most people who exchange items for store credit immediately spend a far greater amount on store merchandise. Even exchanges are rare most customers trade up.

Christmas just ended and my son is already hounding me to drive him to the mall as soon as they open and help him exchange gift items and buy what he really wants—gamer's crappolla.

I’ll be asked to help him exchange and dispose of handsome clothing he needs and would look good in—in exchange for Microsoft points to buy on-line zombie game time—useless stuff.

What’s worse is I know from experience that every exchange will take about a half hour but the lines at the game store will be tremendous. Last year we waited at least an hour to buy a simple thing. Today won’t be fun but at least my son and I will be together and we can talk. Sadly I’m sure the only thing my son will want to talk about is games and zombies. Oh well.

How was your holiday season this year?

XXOO Kat

PS Something Wicked This Way Comes Vol 2 is nominated for anthology of the year from The Romance Studio's Cupid and Psyche Awards

Cerise Deland is also nominated in the Contemporary Romance category for: 

"More Than You Know" (Decadent Publishing)

http://theromancestudio.com/capa.php