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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Thank You!!


Big hugs to Katalina Leon, Julia Barrett, Tina Donahue, Amber Skyze and Afton Locke for helping me promote Pampering Jessica, and a heartfelt thank you to all who commented on the various sites I visited yesterday!

Kat, you are the best blog-sitter, ever! I so appreciate you stepping in for me!

March has become a very significant month in my publishing life. My first book, Ageless Desires released in March 2009. Possessing Eleanor released in March 2010, and spent months as a best seller on multiple sites.

Pampering Jessica is by far the most personal story I’ve ever written. Creating David and Jessica’s fictional story helped me come to terms with so much in my own life.



Have a wonderful weekend~

Tessie


Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Tessie Bradford's "Pampering Jessica"



Today I want to celebrate the release of Tessie Bradford’s latest book from Resplendence Publishing “Pampering Jessica”. Here’s the first taste!


Blurb:
David has been planning Jessica’s birthday weekend for months. His wife of almost twenty five years is having issues with turning fifty and he vows to do everything in his power to remind her how incredible she is and how much he loves her.  

Jessica’s birthday wish is to spend quality alone time with the man of her dreams, her husband. When David presents her with a gold gift bag full of sensual surprises, Jessica is more than eager to enjoy every one of them. What she doesn’t realize is that her husband has much more in store for her special celebration.

Now its time for the “Pampering Jessica” mini-review, allow me to whet your appetite for this terrific book.

I loved this book for so many reasons. First, I fell in love with Jessica and could clearly relate to her feelings. Jessica is well written as a very real woman with strong passions and a few familiar insecurities. She is bravely facing the world on the eve of her fiftieth birthday as a mature woman, but she’s also a girl at heart that can still enjoy a little erotic playtime. She has anxiety about turning fifty and David —hero of heroes makes her milestone birthday an enviable event to cherish. Every married man should read this book. As the story builds and Jessica is able to relax and receive all the love and attention David wants to lavish on her, I just about melted.

Second, I fell in love with David, who is simply a dream man of sexy understanding who knows exactly how to make Jessica, and the reader feel loved. Together Jessica and David take a little trip down memory lane and fan the embers that brought them together twenty-five years ago. This is grown-up but sizzling romance and I loved every page of it. The surprises that were planned and the experiences shared are the things of real life we should all be enjoying more often.

I strongly recommended “Pampering Jessica” to romance readers of all ages because this is a true Happily Ever After story that has a lot to teach about real love and romance. Better yet if you’re in a partnership, buy this book, climb into bed with your mate and read it together! “Pamper Jessica” is about living in the moment, being appreciative and loving who you are today. In my opinion this is Tessie Bradford’s most romantic book to date. If you love real life romance you don’t want to miss it!

 Tessie even consented to an interview…


Katalina: I absolutely loved this story and I know there are a few interesting facts associated with it. Personally, I think “Pampering Jessica” is an incredibly romantic book. What was the main inspiration for “Pampering Jessica”?


TB: Thank you, Kat! I had loads of inspiration for this story. I turned the big five-o in December, and was having some issues regarding that milestone. I wrote this book as a birthday present to myself. Also, both Jessica and I have two grown children, and have been married for almost twenty-five years to men who went out of their way to remind us how special we are at any age. Actually, I was so inspired that I wrote the book in twenty-two days! 



Katalina: I was so excited for you! I know that’s a speed record for a Bradford book. “Pampering Jessica” is a really special book on many levels. From the first page “Pampering Jessica” is lots of straightforward romance and fun that feels good to read. This is such a sweet, joyful book. What do you most want to share with your readers?


TB: This story is a peek into the life of a happily married couple. I wanted to celebrate the fact that years together, trust and maturity enhance the sexual relationship. I love reading and writing books that remind us hotty hot goodness is enjoyed by adults of all ages!


Katalina: I agree! Let it be shouted throughout the land “Hotty hot goodness is for adults of all ages!” I think this story will definitely resonant with readers of all ages. What woman doesn’t love surprises, romance and a little pampering? As a long-married woman tell me what the biggest benefits of marriage are to you?

TB:  It’s beyond wonderful to be able to be myself. As every couple who are together for a long time, hubby and I have weathered a number of challenges and are closer than ever because of them. We are best friends.

Now before anyone rolls their eyes and harrumphs, my marriage ain’t perfect! Just the other night, when we were ‘discussing’ an issue at the top of our lungs, I reminded him that if we’d dated more than once before shacking up and getting married seven weeks later, we might have realized we didn’t see eye to eye on certain things!! Oh well, that’s a story for another day!  
  


Katalina: You don’t always see eye to eye with your husband? How shocking! lol. You do have many years together and a lot to be proud of. What’s the sweetest surprise your husband has ever shared with you?


TB: I’m a bit of a micro-manager. I embrace having a plan, over-thinking things and worrying to the point of crazy, so hubby knows that big surprises are not the best way to go!! He continues to surprise me with insightful, subtle acts of love and kindness. The excerpt I selected for this post is a real example.
     

Katalina: Do you show or read your work to your husband? How involved is he in the writing process?


TB: He heads my Research and Development Department!!! Seriously, he is involved in every aspect of the process. Together we flesh out characters, plot, emotions, dialog and many times, physics! He listens patiently when I babble on about minutia, and talks me off the ledge when I experience my requisite meltdown over meeting a deadline and whether my work is worthy of publication.


Katalina: The man’s an erotic-romance saint! Do you have any surprises on the horizon that you can share with us today?


TB: It continues to surprise me when I actually finish another book! I’m currently working on two that I think have some promise.


Katalina: Tessie, I love what you do and I’m posting an excerpt to prove my point:


                       Pampering Jessica
                                   Copyright: Tessie Bradford, 2011

A little flutter of anticipation danced in her tummy when Jessica pulled into the driveway and parked behind David’s truck. She was early—it was only a little after five o’clock. “This is a good sign.” Jesse hopped out of the car and hurried up the front steps. She opened the door and froze with only one foot in the house.
“Happy day before your birthday.”
Her jaw dropped as she tried to take everything in. A vase full of red roses sat on the coffee table next to two glasses and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Soft music was playing. The scent of her favorite pine cleaning liquid wafted through the air, and the carpet had obviously been vacuumed. David stood in the doorway of the kitchen, barefooted, in a black T-shirt and faded jeans, a towel in one hand and a bottle of window cleaner in the other.
“What?” he asked. His ruggedly handsome face lit up with a mischievous grin. 
“You’ve never looked more handsome to me,” she giggled. “Give me a sec to enjoy the picture.”
“If you’d been here a half an hour ago, you’d have found me on my hands and knees on the kitchen floor.”
Jesse closed the door and dropped her purse on the side table without taking her eyes off of David.
“Ooo, yeah baby, tell me more.” She practically ran across the room. David put down his cleaning supplies and gathered her close when she threw her arms around his neck.
“There’s not a speck of dust on any surface.” He gently squeezed her ass cheeks. “The refrigerator has been cleaned out.” He shifted his hips forward. “Dinner is in the oven.” When he flexed forward, Jesse moaned.
“You took time off to do this for me?”
“We both live here, and I’m well aware that I haven’t been helping much lately, and I’m sorry, Jesse.” The stark emotion reflected in his eyes warmed her to her toes.
“Kiss me, you sexy cleaning man, you.” He cradled her head and took possession of her mouth. He nipped and teased before sliding his tongue slowly past her lips to do wonderfully decadent things to her. Desire raced through Jesse as she met him stroke for stroke and rubbed herself against him wantonly. They were both gasping when David lifted his head.
“Keep it up, woman, and we’ll be on the squeaky clean kitchen floor.”

Tessie Bradford’s “Pampering Jessica” is available today through Resplendence Publishing! Pamper yourself and buy this beautiful book!

XXOO Kat




The One Who Got Away

I’m halfway thru writing a new book about two lovers who were torn apart by parents who didn’t think they belonged together at such a young age. Now ten years later that flame is still burning bright and they’re heating up the dressing rooms, rugs and possibly the sheets. Not sure if they’ll ever make it to a bed. ;) I’ve never written the lost love story and I’m kinda liking it. I hadn’t been thinking about the one who got away when I started this story, but as I’m writing it I’m beginning to wonder what became of my first true love. So much so I looked for him on Facebook. I couldn’t help myself I was curious what he looked like 25 years later. I didn’t find him. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if I had. Probably nothing because I don’t have a Facebook account! LOL How about you…have you ever thought about a lost lover or the one who got away? Time for me to get back to writing Looking Thru the Glass.

Monday, March 28, 2011

4th in my best-selling Regency series debuts Wednesday

THE BASTARD'S PASSIONATE PRIZE comes out 3.30.11. ! This is the last of the STANHOPE CHALLENGE series, which has led 3 best-seller lists for more than 9 months. 9. months.
HAPPY SNOOPY DANCING that so many like these books.
This story was a challenge to write.
Why?
Mark Stanhope is a clipper ship owner out of Baltimore, the bastard of the Stanhope clan, and he is impressed by the British into their Navy just before the War of 1812. I had to do A LOT of research about impressment, release, and of course, I had to add Barbary pirates!
Of course, he and his stowaway are captured. And of course, since this is erotica, the pirates have dastardly things in mind, donchaknow.
How to save our heroine's virtue?
How to remain a noble hero?
How to prove to her family (nobility of course) that he is worthy of her?
How to build her so that she can endure all that and come out heroic herself?
Do come see!
Wednesday at www.resplendencepublishing.com and soon to be elsewhere, too, one would expect.
A nibble for you?
NOTICE HERE for readers: This story includes, among other things, M/M/F and F/F exhibitionism.
A taste?
(Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.)
This scene occurs in a Barbary pirate's castle on the coast of north Africa, 1811.

"Another procession now came through the far door. This time, two caretakers, aged maids from the seraglio, led in two younger women. These last were clothed in kaftans of red and gold brocade. In the center of the room, they paused, bowed to the pasha and gave him a salaam, then held out their arms. Their elderly maids rushed forward, unclasped the hooks on their garments, and viola!

The men gasped in pleasure.

The two young women were completely naked.

Sirena sucked in air. Save for rings on their fingers and toes and strands of pearls threaded into their waist-length raven hair, these girls were nude. Polished, their dark olive skin glowed in the brilliant refractions of the sunlight on the alabaster tiles. Gracefully, aware of their power to enflame to lust, they strolled the perimeter of the room, dangerously close to the men who watched them with covetous eyes.

Sirena was left now to wonder if she was to perform the same promenade. Yet, no one spoke to her. All eyes, all attention went to the two women who strolled now to the center of the room, stood upon the smaller couch and pillows, then sank down gracefully to the silken bed.

Close enough to see the two women’s expressions, Sirena gasped at the smiles they gave each other. One rose on her hands and knees, the other rolled to her back. Like a beast of prey, the first woman crawled over the second, a feral grin of domination spreading her plush red lips. The one on her back spread wide her legs, her mound cleanly shaven, smooth, glistening with moisture that could have come only from inside her.

Sirena reared back. They were to make love to each other. How could that be?

Yet it was true. The woman on her back, Sirena could well see from this angle, bore a tattoo on one inner thigh. Her mate, the dominant one, reached down to her cunny to stroke her seam with one long index finger. The men in the crowd shuffled. One moaned.

The dominant woman arched, her firm buttocks in the air, then she bent and put her mouth to the woman beneath her. The two of them gave themselves up to the pleasures, the one licking and sucking. The other, grabbing up handfuls of purple silk, twisting in her euphoria.

Sirena felt her own body gush in appreciation of the two. She shifted, pushing her thighs together to stop the throb that had begun and made her wish for Mark to ease the hurt. But the two women had no inclination to cease their pleasure, nor did the men on the sidelines. Some of them stood as the dominant woman bit the dark pebbling nipples of her partner. Some men slumped in their chairs, their hands to their groins, or leaned toward the women for a better view. Meanwhile, from beneath the shallow bedding, the dominant woman produced an ivory rod. Perhaps six inches in length, the implement made some in the audience laugh, a few applaud, other gasp, but most flared their nostrils and growled. The houri held it aloft for all to view like a prize, a promise. This ivory rod, Sirena could now see, was shaped like a penis. A marvelous stiff, thick cock.

Sirena licked her lips. It was just like Mark’s."

Friday, March 25, 2011

Happy Friday!


Good Morning!

I think I'll stick with just the facts today, besides, I know you're looking forward to your weekend. Hope your weather is better than ours out here in Northern California. Waiting for the flash flood to float us away!

Rosalie Lario has interviewed me. It should be up sometime this morning. Please stop by and chat! I love to see you!

Exciting news! Pushing Her Boundaries is available in print and for Kindle! Yay! For $3.99 it's a major bargain and a cheap way to spend an afternoon!

Come hang out with me - today I'm discussing movie popcorn and the tempest in a teapot over the lack of nutrients in movie theater food. As if I was expecting nutritional value? Tell me what you think. I always want to hear what people think about the food police!

Happy Elite Eight!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A Woman's Secret World.


This weekend I was visiting Tina Donahue’s wonderful blog: http://www.TinaDonahue.com/
Tina asked the question many of us ask all the time— why is it so hard for Romance authors to get a little respect?

This is the answer I posted on Tina’s blog:

“I always want to ask the nay-sayers of romantic fiction—If ‘romance’ is so cheesy, easy and unimportant, then why do so many romance novels get dog-eared at the best parts, treasured, hidden in night stands for years on end and stolen from libraries? Romance novels are part of a woman's secret world and that's what is viewed as unimportant—how sad.”
XXOO Kat
This is what I want to talk about just a little bit more—A woman’s secret world.

Speaking for myself, I really need and cherish this secret space. I love picking up a good book, or my e-reader and escaping into a favorite fantasy or theme. Some days I can only spare fifteen minutes but I do it wholeheartedly because this is something I’ve loved to do since I was a teen and it makes me feel whole. I need to be reminded now and then that a world of imagination is waiting beyond the long list of “practical” things that must be accomplished.

Funny thing is I’ve read a lot of critically acclaimed fiction and non-fiction best sellers that bored me to tears. I’ve also bought a lot of little known romance novels from tiny presses that clung to my thoughts for years. A few of those novels were full of flaws, but it didn’t matter.

What made the reading experiences so different? Emotion. The romance novels sunk in at a deeper level because they were written with emotion. The author’s attention to emotional detail triggered my compassion and drew me in. When a book carries a lot of emotion it pulls the reader into its world and little flaws can be easily over-looked because the book provides such a strong and satisfying experience. Emotion is what bonds a reader to a book.

We all need a little entertainment, escape, emotional release and a glimpse beyond the borders of our private reality. Romance novels do that in spades. I have a lot of love and respect for the many wonderful romance authors, both living and dead who have brought a spark to my day, thank you.

XXOO Kat

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

This and That

A few weeks ago I announced that my hubby and I were expecting a bundle of joy in August. Since I learned of the pregnancy I’ve been trying to complete as many wips as I can so once the baby arrives I have some time to adjust to a new schedule.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m a creature of habit. Change is difficult for me and I also love my sleep. :o) This means I’m not sure when I’ll get back to my writing.
In the midst of all this I learned that a magazine where I’m a regular contributor will be ceasing publication in a few months. The income wasn’t huge, but it was nice to have the extra cash. Now I need to find a replacement.
I’ve been trying to branch out to new places in my fiction and non fiction. Being a freelance writer I’ve learned to never have all your eggs in one basket. You just never know when the publisher will go under. Do I think that will happen with some of my publishers – NO. I’m just saying I’m not foolish to believe it’s not possible. We’ve all witnessed the economic horrors the last few years.
Currently I contribute to six blogs. Some weekly and some monthly. Something’s going to have to change there too. I’m just not sure where. I’m also finding I need to find more time to promote. I have new releases March, April and May. I just learned of the March release less than a week ago and it will be available from Ellora’s Cave on Friday. THIS Friday.
So if my posts are sparse you’ll understand I’m getting things prepared for August.

In the meantime here is a taste of Just Another Rainy Night available March 25th.

Blurb:
Tired of their ho-hum sex life, Jack decides to spice things up. He plans a surprise for his wife. After sending the children off for an overnight with their aunt, Jack handcuffs Beth to their bed.

Beth awakes naked, blindfolded and at the mercy of her husband. The day starts off with being fed by Jack and quickly turns into hot and heavy sex. She soon learns that a slip of the tongue can lead to stinging ass cheeks.

This rainy day will be spent pushing their sexual limits. Whether in the bed, the corner, or in front of the fireplace, Jack will leave Beth begging for more—until she says something unforgiveable.

Excerpt:


An Excerpt From: JUST ANOTHER RAINY DAY
Copyright © AMBER SKYZE, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
Beth opened her eyes to total darkness. She attempted to move, but found her arms were pulled above her head. Around her delicate wrists was soft fur. She tugged and the rattling sound of chains filled her ears. She was restrained. Fear spread throughout her body and into her throat.
“Why am I handcuffed?” As she tried to sit up she realized she was also blindfolded. Never in their fifteen years of marriage had she woken to find herself possessed like a slave or prisoner.
The smell of bacon wafted closer, assaulting her nostrils.
“I’m going to fuck that pussy all day long.”
Beth moved her head to the left where Jack’s voice echoed through the room. She shivered. The thought of him fucking her all day sent chills down her spine, until reality came crashing back.
“What about the kids? Surely they’ll want Mom to cook them breakfast and drive them all over God’s creation.”
“All taken care of. I just sent them packing with Auntie. They’ll be home tomorrow bright and early.”
How long had she’d slept? She knew she was exhausted when she fell into bed the night before, but to sleep through the kids waking and Jack shackling her to the bed wasn’t like her.
“Did you spike my drink last night, Jack?”
A full belly laugh filled the room.
“I’d hardly do something so sinister.”
He had a point. In all their marriage he’d never even spoken an ill word against her. Why should she accuse him of something so hideous?
“How did you manage to handcuff me to the bed?”
“You were snoring peacefully. I moved your arms without getting a peep out of you. You barely stirred.”
Beth racked her brains trying to remember any feeling of being moved around, but nothing came to mind.
“Clever Jack, now uncuff me please.”
“No can do.”
“Huh? Please Jack. My arms can only take so much of being stretched like this. I’d like you to release me, now.”
“Remember your prisoner fantasy?”
How could she forget? She’d told him about the fantasy eons ago. They’d been enjoying a glass of white wine on a cold winter’s night. They’d nestled all cozy in front of the fireplace. As they gazed into the glowing embers, she had shared her deepest darkest desires. Beth had told him how she wanted to feel like she’d been kidnapped, taken away and tortured in every delicious way imaginable. Jack had listened quietly and nodded at the appropriate times. She’d explained that she pictured herself in the shower, after a long day. A stranger would appear and pull her soaking wet from the jet stream. He’d carry her to her bedroom where he’d take what he wanted. He’d ignore her pleas for him to stop. He’d fuck her until they were both sated.
She’d thought he’d forgotten by now. Obviously he had been biding his time.
“Is this what is happening today? You’re living out my fantasy?” A slight shiver passed through her body. Jack had listened. He’d taken her seriously and decided to give her what she needed.
“We are and I’m in control. You will do as I say or suffer the consequences.”
Beth shook as a chill of delight filled her. Jack’s voice was deep and demanding. He was using his dominant tone.
“Got it.” A secret smile filled her soul.