Monday, December 6, 2010

KJ Reed Talks Text

Hey girls! KJ here. Thanks for letting me pop on over and say hi! Cute place you got here. ;) I'm always for being a naughty neighbor...okay maybe not, since I live in an apartment and I don't want to be evicted. But the thought is still appealing! I'm really glad I got the chance to come over and chat with everyone!

So Minx asked me to talk a little bit about the idea behind my new release, Text Me, available at Ellora’s cave. So that’s what I’m going to do. Go grab your popcorn or your vente extra foam latte. I’ll wait. Go on, now. Shoo. I’ll be here when you get back.

Ya back? Good. Text Me is the story about a guy and a girl coming together in a not-so-conventional way. Although, the more I think about it, maybe with the new generation, it IS becoming more conventional. But I digress. First, let me back up. Recognize this movie?

I’m sure you do. It’s hard to not have at least heard of the movie. It’s your classic boy-meets-girl movie…except boy and girl meet online first. And then in person. But those who meet in person don’t know they’re the same as their online persona. Interesting, the parallel relationships they form.

It’s an absolute favorite of mine. I love how the two relationships (online vs. in person) are SO different. And it made me think about this concept…but a different mode of communication. Something even more modern/now than email/instant messaging. These days, people have their cell phones attached to their hand. Like Velcro. So why not try texting instead?

And Text Me was born.

Thanks for having me over, ladies! Want more info on this or other books by me? Head on over to my website and check out my blog, my about pages, and even behind-the-scenes info for each book, including deleted scenes. If you have a chance, check out Text Me.


Staff Sergeant Travis Donavon is on the hunt for his little sister. Though he hasn’t spoken to her in years, his last deployment reminded him how short life is, and it’s time to reconnect. Only problem? The one piece of contact information he has belongs to someone else now. A woman named Ariel. A woman he can’t get his mind off of.

Ariel Winston doesn’t have time for a man. Her plate is full with work and grad school and family obligations, and she’s fine with that. But the innocent friendship she’s sparked with Trav, the anonymous texter, can’t hurt. Right? It’s not like she’ll ever meet the guy face to face.

But when these two collide during a night of voyeuristic pleasure, they have decisions to make. Will they balk at what fate has dropped in their laps? Or be willing to look beyond the unique circumstances and enjoy their finite time together?

Tuesday, November 30, 2010


Hello Tuesday readers!

I'm Emily Ryan-Davis and Minx has kindly invited me to come play with the regular Naughty Girls Next Door. I'm here today, instead of some other day, because my latest Ellora's Cave title releases today. The hero of ALL HE WANTS is a U.S. Marine Captain and my favorite hero to date. Minx suggested I interview Keith for you and provide some visual stimulation.

Well, as far as the interview goes - my heroes are a little recalcitrant. They might be willing to converse with my heroines but they're rarely willing to talk to me. I think they sense my voyeuristic streak because they always tell me to watch and see.

Captain Keith Moss...well, he's no different. I tried to interview him. Really, I did. See, here's proof!


“Captain, excuse me! Excuse me!” Emily shuffled across the airfield, her pink Hello Kitty scuffs soundless on the grass. The group of uniformed Marines continued to board the plane that would deliver them from Mongolia to the United States. The writer opened her mouth to call out again when one of the men looked back over his shoulder.

U.S. Marine Captain Keith Moss stood in the shadow of the plane ad met her eyes. Emily slowed. She actively concentrated on not licking her lips. Refraining was hard because...well, damn. And yum.

“Captain Moss,” she said as she reached him. “I know you're eager to get home but I wanted to ask you a few questions before we get started.”

The tall, broad-shouldered captain folded his arms across his chest. “Just a few. I'm not the only man here with plans.”

Oh...more Marines. Emily glanced past Keith. Mmmm. More Marines.

“Ma'am?” Prompted the subject of her latest project, a festive pregnancy fetish romp.

“Oh. Yes. Sorry.” Emily consulted her notes. “I have it written here that you're on your way home to see your wife.”
“I'm not married.”

Emily frowned. “But she's nearly eight months pregnant. You've been married for years and she's very eager for you to come home. You know. Eager. She's past the sick and tired stage, into the desperately horny stage...”

“I'm not married.” Captain Moss scowled. “And don't spread rumors that I am.”

“But what about Telly?” A note of panic edged Emily's voice.

His scowl deepened. Emily stiffened her legs and refused to back down. After a moment, he said muttered, “Telly isn't my wife.”

“Hm. But I thought...well, whatever. Telly is pregnant, though.” She studied him from the corner of her eye.

His jaw tightened. “Yeah, she is. Wait. What are you doing?”

“Correcting my notes. So if Telly isn't your wife and her baby isn't yours, what—hey!”

Quicker than she could stop him, Captain Moss relieved Emily of her notebook. “Telly hasn't done anything wrong,” he said.

“, not anything wrong. It's just, if she's not your wife, what is she? I have it written here that you're totally turned on by pregnant belly. But that belly belongs to your wife. My editor approved the premise and everything.”

He pitched her notebook into a trash can. “Yeah, well, your editor doesn't get a say in the matter.”

Emily stared at him. “But I have a smutty story to write. And a deadline.”

The captain pulled a photograph from his breast pocket and rubbed his thumb over the image. Emily tried to get a peek but he held the photo from view.

“Smutty story,” she repeated with a sigh.

A slow grin changed his features from kind-of-scary-ominous to hot-damn-sexy. “Okay,” he said. “But I'm telling you what happens. You're not telling me.”

Emily sighed again. “This always happens to me. I need to stop writing about men who like to be on top.”

But she followed him, anyway, and let her hero lead.


And she (I mean, I) did. Let him lead me directly into a sexy, sweet, and decidedly kinky story about a man, his best friend's sister, and his obsession with her baby belly.

Can you blame me? I mean, look at that man over there and tell me you wouldn't follow him into whatever fetish he decided to lead you into. If you can say you'd resist, I can only say your willpower is stronger than mine.

Emily Ryan-Davis writes all kinds of stuff, from historical to paranormal, futuristic to contemporary. ALL HE WANTS is her first contemporary release from Ellora's Cave. To find out more about her other titles, visit Scorched Sheets, the web site she shares with Freya's Bower and Liquid Silver Books author Elise Logan. Rumor has it Emily will be blogging with the Naughty Girls Next Door again in 2011.

For a special look at the U.S. Marine who might (or might not have!) inspired ALL HE WANTS, drop by KJ Reed's blog on December 3. There might be a video. :)

Monday, November 1, 2010

Naughty Nano

It's that time of year again.  NANOWRIMO.  National Novel Writing Month is back.

For some people November means daylight savings time, changing leaves and fall weather.  But for many writers November is a month of sleep deprivation, manic keyboard pounding and massive amounts of coffee drinking. 

30 days.

50,00 words.

I'm ready to tackle Nano, naughty girl style. 


P.S. If you want to buddy with me, I'm registered as Minx Malone.  Real original, I know :)

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Miss Bramble And The Leviathan

The amazing Kristen Painter has a new release today about my current obsession: STEAMPUNK

Miss Bramble and the Leviathan is available now from Samhain Publishing.

The last thing she planned to steal was his heart.

The Company. Military institution, protector of Praeton and the nation of Grand Isle. Dirty rotten thief.

When Pandora Bramble steps aboard the Company’s premiere airship Daedalus it’s not for the exclusive VIP tour. It’s to secure proof that the Company stole the regulator valve her father designed—even if it means tearing the engine apart. Foiled by the unexpected appearance of a handsome crew member, she despairs of ever getting another chance—until he kisses her.

Captain Theolonius Hatch, sentenced to engine room duty for refusing to take part in the Company’s fleet week activities, never dreamed a woman like Pandora existed. Her brains match her beauty, a combination that adds up to more trouble than he ever expected.

As Pandora allows Theolonius to sweep her into a whirlwind courtship, her wildest dreams come true. As do her greatest fears, leaving her to decide what matters most. Loyalty…or love.

The clock is ticking.

Warning: This book contains airships, mechanical owls, women who are good with tools, men in and out of uniform, steam generated by engines and people, and some hot carriage scenes.

I know what I'll be doing on my lunch break today. Enjoy!


Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Hot Hero Interview : Cameron from The First Real Thing by Cat Grant

Welcome, everyone! Today we’re talking with Cameron, the hero of Cat Grant’s new m/m romance, THE FIRST REAL THING.

Q. Cameron, you have what most people would consider an unusual, if not downright scandalous, job. Do you want to tell everyone, or shall I?

A. Well, I guess this’ll be a pretty short interview if we don’t talk about it! For the past five years—up till a few months ago, in fact—I was a fairly successful male escort.

Q. Wow, you just blurted that right out!

A. [Laughs] I’m not ashamed of it. Despite what the media would have everyone believe, it’s not such a bad life, as long as you’re smart and take good care of yourself. I made a good living at it, until…

Q. You’re not going to leave us hanging on that, are you? Until what?

A. Until I met Trev. And yes, it happened “on the job,” so to speak.

Q. You fell in love with one of your clients?

A. Yes and no. I was at a hotel bar to meet an actual client, and I thought Trev was that guy. Didn’t discover my mistake until after we’d… well, I’m sure you can fill in the blanks.

Q. That’s a pretty unusual way to meet someone!

A. Yeah, no kidding! But luckily, it’s worked out for the best.

Q. So how’s domestic life treating you? I understand you’re quite the cook.

A. Well, I’m no Wolfgang Puck, but I enjoy whipping up a tasty meal. A little osso bucco, a little wine, a little salad. A little French roast while Trev and I curl up on the couch afterward. Life’s never been better.

Thanks to Cat Grant and Cameron for chatting with us today. Keep reading for a sneak peek at The First Real Thing available now at Ellora's Cave.


Copyright © CAT GRANT, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Friday, May 7th, 4:34 p.m.

Want to play a game?

Next time you’re in some elegant upscale bar, take a look around and see if you can spot the prostitutes. I guarantee there’ll be at least one or two.

The dark-rooted blonde in the short skirt getting loud and sloppy over her third martini? Desperate divorcée, maybe, but definitely not a hooker. No self-respecting pro would call attention to herself like that.

The swarthy guy with his shirt unbuttoned halfway to his navel, showing off way too much chest hair? Not unless you’ve jumped in a time machine back to the seventies.

It’s not the bartender either, or any of the waitresses. Who in their right mind would sling drinks for minimum wage when they could be making three hundred bucks an hour?

Fact is, you’ve probably rubbed elbows with us more than once and you never had a clue. The real pros have a talent for blending in.

See the guy sitting at the bar, the one in the charcoal suit and crisp white shirt open at the throat? Dark hair, blue eyes. Well groomed, in shape. Attractive but not underwear-model pretty. Looks like just another business exec winding down after a long day, doesn’t he?

That would be me. My name’s Cameron, and I’m an escort.

Prostitute. Whore. Rent boy. Call me what you like, I won’t be offended. I enjoy sex, and I’m good at it, but it’s not the only service I provide. Most of the guys who hire me are just plain lonely. I’m there to fill the void for an evening or a weekend. Why shouldn’t I get paid for it? It’s a hell of a better living than waiting tables or slaving away in an office.

Now I sound like I’m trying to justify myself. I’m not even sure why I started this blog. I’ve never kept a written record of my working life before, but it’s not like I’ve got anyone else I can talk to about it. My family doesn’t know what I do. Mike’s my only real friend, and thank God he doesn’t judge me, but he’s not in the life. He can’t understand.

I’ve been hooking for five years—that’s a long time in this business. First thing you learn is to turn off your feelings, turn on the charm and get the job done. All those hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold stories are bullshit. You can’t afford to have a heart, not in this line of work.

Can’t afford to let anyone in.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Oldies, but Goodies. . .

--From guest blogger Kele Moon

Recreating classic love stories isn’t as easy as it sounds and it’s often challenging and rewarding in equal parts for a writer. Cinderella, for example, is a very popular theme that never grows old. The rags to riches stories where true love not only makes your heart soar, but also gives you a very nice happily ever after in the plush palace of your dreams. What’s not to love about that? The term oldies, but goodies was invented for romance!

Perhaps not as light as Cinderella, but still compelling, the Garden of Eden has always intrigued me. As a lover of ménage romance, the contrast between good and evil heroes and Eve’s affinity for the forbidden, it was too much to resist!

In my new book Beyond Eden, I posed the question to myself—What if the devil were the good guy?

Maybe giving into temptation is a good thing.

Set in modern day Tampa, three friends come together in the very emotional journey of Beyond Eden. These characters are just regular people, trying to live normal lives, but dark secrets and burning passions make it impossible. The mirror to the original love story is clear. The devilish Danny charming Eve to not only bite the apple, but to convince Paul to disobey his father and bite the apple as well. Beauty, true love, temptation, obedience and punishment are all elements to this erotic romance with strong BDSM elements.

While Danny, Paul and Eve’s story is their own the vein of the original tale runs deep. At the end of the long creative journey of writing Beyond Eden, I realized something--what happened in the garden of good and evil could have been one of the richest love stories ever told. It's the original oldie, but goodie!

Will you dare to taste the forbidden?

For a free excerpt visit Ellora’s Cave at:

For Beyond Eden book trailers and more, visit Kele’s website at:

Friday, September 3, 2010

"Write what you know," they said...

...and I took them at their word. I enjoy reading (and writing) science fiction, fantasy, mysteries, and other genre fiction. I also enjoy reading and writing smut. As a college friend of mine once said, when I mentioned that he talked about sex an awful lot, "I like having sex. And when I'm not having sex, I like talking about sex." It's hard to argue with that logic.

When I started writing with the intent to be published, I continued to write science fiction, fantasy, mysteries--and erotica. I've never piloted a starship or fought an invading horde of orcs, but I can imagine it. Sex, though--sex I know about. I was interested in sex long before I ever managed to experience it. The combination of being painfully shy as a child and growing up in a conservative, religious small town environment in Virginia meant it took me much longer than I'd have liked to finally cross that threshold.

That didn't prevent me from reading about it, a lot. And fantasizing. Among the fantasies that aroused me the most were having lots of partners (albeit one at a time), and getting involved in wild sex parties. It took me some years, but I managed both eventually. I've been involved in swinging for a long time now, and while I know some people just don't go for that sort of thing, I don't understand it.

I can understand being nervous about trying something new. I've been a curious first-time observer, and a nervous newbie. The experiences of my heroine, Angela, in The Wild One are not autobiographical, but a lot of the details are based on personal observations:

Excerpt from "The Wild One"

Thursday, August 26, 2010

M&M Makin’ the Rounds

Big thanks to Minx for letting us come here and play today! We’ll get started with our first Q&A.

Ooo, ooo pick me! Pick Me!

Q: Do you have any favorite characters from your books? If so, who and why?

Michelle: Jiri. He’s from Tribes of the Vampire. Also, King Lucien of the Damned from Realm Immortal. These are both secondary characters that I get a ton of fan mail for. They’re total alpha, very much on the evil side, yet everyone asks me to redeem the unredeemable. As a writer, these characters can be more fun to play with than the hero and heroine. And, I like making a bad guy that people want to see get better.

Mandy: I’m going to go with Pallo from Daughter of Darkness. I think he’s just really misunderstood. I’m sure under all that alpha male vampire he’s a sweet, sweet, lovable lil kitten, right? I mean, there has to be more to him than pure sexual maleness. *grin* In all honesty, I really love everything about him. He’s not afraid to piss people off and he will, in extreme circumstances admit he’s wrong—well, if he wasn’t always right that is. LOL.

I think Michelle should work on Jiri’s book next. I also think he should be in love with a woman who is 5’6” curvy, has long black curly hair, green eyes and answers to the name Mandy or Mistress. Really, it’s up to her on the name.

Michelle: Huh, for some reason I opened up a couple WIPs tonight and they’d been edited with that very information. Strange… ;)

Mandy: Hmm, no clue what happened *hides all evidence of having hacked Michelle’s system*

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Thanks for letting us hang here, Minx! Everyone, remember that to be entered in the contest at the end of the tour, you need to comment on the posts. You can enter as much as you like.   :)

Join us tomorrow when we visit Cathryn Wade where we answer the question Psst, look at the weird kid in the corner!

Monday, August 23, 2010

Wine and Hot Tubs

I want to say thank you to Minx and the other Naughty Girls Next Door for inviting me to be a guest on their blog today. I'm delighted to stop by and chat with you all and talk about one of my favorite For all the naughty girls out there, I have to tell you about Red Cat.

I'm lucky to live close to the Finger Lakes region of New York and at least a couple times a year my hubby and I, and usually a couple friends, drive out to the Finger Lakes and tour and taste and buy wine. I'm not a wine snob in any sense of the word. I do know what I like, but you know those little containers on the bar...where you can dump the wine you're tasting if you don't like it?? I've never used one. I'm of the mind that any wine is too good to waste.

Just like wines have different tastes, wineries have different personalities too. And while I could compare many of the wineries (which ones are a little snooty and which ones turn wine tasting into entertainment), today I simply want to draw your attention to Hazlitt 1852 Vineyards on Seneca Lake, and their very popular, Red Cat.

Red Cat is marketed as a party wine, good to share with friends and perfect to drink while relaxing in a hot tub. If you click on the Red Cat link, you can read the Red Cat story yourselves. And as a naughty girl, I'm sure you picked up on this one line, "It was quickly noted that as Red Cat was consumed, less apparel was worn in the hot tub." How can you resist?? In case you can't tell in the picture above - this is the label on the Red Cat bottle.

Oh, and the mug in the picture above? I couldn't resist buying that, along with my very own Red Cat T-shirt. Since it's not possible to read the text on the mug, I can't resist repeating it here. Then see if you don't want your own Red Cat mug - or your own bottle of Red Cat.

I love Red Cat because on the morning after I...
* ...realize why my neighbor calls them flower beds.
* ...truly sound ill when I call in sick.
* ...enjoy introducing myself to that other person in the bed.
* to discover my new friend's name tattooed on my butt.
* always amazed at how Alka Seltzer makes my coffee look like a cappucciono latte.
* ...realize the only cure is to hop back into the hot tub with another bottle of Red Cat!

Hmm...I just realized I've never written a wine-in-the-hot-tub scene in any of my books. I think I'm going to have to remedy that situation very soon. In the meantime, do you have any favorite wines? And do you ever drink them in the hot tub?

BOUND BY DESIGN - available now from Samhain
SEE ME - Coming in November from Samhain

Friday, August 20, 2010

Blueberry Temptations

- guest blogger, Mary Quast
I live in a small community in Mid-Michigan and every year during the third weekend in August we host the Montrose Blueberry Festival. (Yes, we do have many places to pick berries!) Every year I not only work and enjoy the festival but I gather inspiration and ideas for future characters and books. It's the best time of the year!!!

For those who have never attended our festival, let me tempt you to zip into my town for a visit.

1. Blueberries… everything blueberries! Yummy! Pie eating contest! (Don't forget to have save room for the Pig Roast.

2. Blueberry pancake breakfast on Sat & Sun. We serve 4,000 hungry folks. The sausages are the kids favorites. My family has been working the breakfast for years, so come to it and I’ll take a break to chat. I actually socialize more than work... don't tell anyone.

3. Medieval Village & Renaissance Faire. Montrose is Scottish for “mountain of roses”. In this hilly farming community, many wild roses grow around fields and in ditches. Only during the festival will you see a man in a kilt though.

4.Working with the knowledge of our Scottish heritage and members from the greater Renaissance Festival folk from the Shiabruck Medieval Village, we’ve put together an amazing village and faire. Stop by and meet my special friends, Gypsy and Hagrid. Gypsy made the original necklace Mike McAlister wears in my book "Lonely Soul".

5. The awesome parade. My boys have been in it every year! Oh... and don't forget the carnival. It’s a blast!

6. Farmers Market. The best food to put into your body is wholesome home grown! And yes... we do have some corn-fed, hay-balin', home-grown hunks as well.

7. Flea Market and craft show. I lose myself there every year; the boys have to lure me out with chocolate.

8. Classic Car Show and Vintage Snowmobile Swap Meet. When hubby gives me "that look", I simply shake my head and say, "NO. I didn't bring the checkbook."

9. Firefighters Demonstrations.

10. Demolition Derby. A great way to take out aggression.

11. Live music and a karaoke contest. No way… you won’t hear me sing! We also have an awesome beer tent.

12. Mud Drag & Mud Bog for those who enjoy getting dirty. Grab a beer ladies and let's go!

13. MI Championship Wrestling.

14. Softball,5-mile road race,horseshoes, Tug-of-War Challenge and more time in the beer tent. Great opportunities to see some shirtless men!

Throughout the town and township, there are a ton of rummage sales offering wonderful treasures and parties galore! I hope many of you take a break from your busy schedule and visit. If I’m available, I’ll let you know where the best "goodies" are. Hugs!

Visit the Blueberry Website for more info.

Mary Quast is a contemporary romance writer with three published books available. Feel free to visit her website or her blogs, Romantic Interludes and Romance Writers Behaving Badly.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Selling the Unusual Setting

And now for something completely different.

A different time period, I mean. Since I've been following author blogs and forums related to the romance genre, again and again I've encountered the notion that unusual historical settings are a hard sell. There's less talk about erotica; it's a smaller part of the market and doesn't always overlap; it's its own niche, and I think sometimes there's more freedom of setting in erotica than in romance.

My post today is not to be taken as the be-all and end-all on this issue. Mostly, I'm just thinking through strategies that might work. Keep in mind that my World War One novel, The Moonlight Mistress, is erotica, which as I mentioned might be an easier market for unusual settings. I have not yet sold a romance novel, so anything I say about the romance market is extrapolated from observation and conversation.

Here are my thoughts on unusual settings in Romance. In romance, historical usually means Regency (often extended beyond the actual Regency period), Victorian, pre-Regency Georgian, a few French Revolution novels, and...not a lot else. There's a sprinkling of European medievals, usually set in England, and a few Westerns (America, usually post-Civil War), and a few others. I'm sure I'm missing some, and of course the periods and locations of the few books not set in eighteenth through nineteenth century England will vary according to market pressures and other things which I am not going to go into, since that isn't really the topic of this post.

My topic (finally she gets to it!) is how to make the most of the "unusual" period you've chosen. Bear in mind that none of my suggestions are guaranteed to work. If they were, I'd be selling them on television. My suggestions are just intended to help you to think about ways of selling your novel in a more holistic way than simply throwing it against the wall of Regencies over and over again.

If you're starting from scratch, I think the first step is to write the book. No, really. You're much better off trying to pitch something that's a little different if you already have it in hand. The editor can then see what the whole novel is like, and you can impress them with how cool it is and how relevant to today's world.

A simultaneous step is to know the market. Even if there's nothing else exactly like your novel out there, still be prepared to give examples of already-published similar works, not just books but movies or television series or comics, to give an idea of your novel's potential market viability. "Similar" might mean similar themes, a similar basic plot, or a similar sub-genre. For instance, you could compare your romantic suspense novel set during the Russian Revolution to one set during the French Revolution that features similar situations. Or compare your novel to a series of historical mysteries set during the Russian Revolution or some other revolution. Or even to a novel with similar themes set during the breakup of the Soviet Union. Knowing that there are similiarities will not only help you pitch the novel, if needed, but also will give you ideas as to how you might shape it to make it more marketable. (Yes, I said write to market! Those aren't naughty words!)

Third, you can set up a niche market for yourself. Perhaps you could write some short stories set in the time period and location of your choice. After you've sold a few of those, you can use them to demonstrate the possible viability of a longer project. At the least, you've made a little money from the short stories!

I'd welcome further ideas on this topic, so feel free to comment or tell me that my ideas would never work.


Victoria Janssen's erotic World War One novel The Moonlight Mistress was nominated for an RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award. She's also written the fantasy-universe novels The Duchess, Her Maid, the Groom & Their Lover and The Duke & the Pirate Queen, out December 2010. Find out more at her website.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Free Stuff Alert!!!

Don't forget that Michelle Lauren and I are giving away free books from RWA Nationals today during her all-day reader chat extravaganza.  Sign up at her message board - and come CHAT with us all day long :)

I'll be giving away two books by the amazing Robin L. Rotham, one of my fellow authors at Ellora's Cave. These books are super sexy sci-fi and not to be missed.

Michelle is giving away a copy of When Darkness Calls by bestselling author J.K. Beck and The Devil Inside by Jenna Black.

So I hope to see you there!


Thursday, August 5, 2010

Naughty Girls at Nationals

Well, I'm back from RWA Nationals 2010.  Whew!  This year was one of the busiest yet.  I traveled with my BFF, Michelle Lauren, and we arrived in Orlando ready to par-tay.

Nora Roberts was the keynote luncheon speaker this year and her speech was inspiring. Her main point was that people who spend all their time lamenting how hard publishing is now are fooling themselves.  It's hard now, it was hard back in the day and it will always be hard.  That's what makes it so special.  I loved her speech and yes, I loved that she kept saying "Bullshit" over and over.  Love me some Nora.

Jayne Ann Krentz also imparted some interesting knowledge in her address.  She's had success in several genres and shared that you can write the core story of your heart and set it in different landscapes without feeling like you're selling out.  (She's written contemporaries, historicals and futuristics.)

Last but DEFINITELY not least is the swag :)

 Michelle Lauren and I will be unselfishly sharing some of our RWA bounty on Monday 8/9/10 during her all day reader chat extravaganza.  If you're not a member of her message board - GO SIGN UP NOW.

Did I mention we're giving away RWA swag?  See you there...


Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Thrill of the Chase

I am finally finished.

For the past, I don't know, AGE, I've been working on the sequel to Beg For It. My first book with Ellora's Cave introduced an amazing cast of characters that I couldn't leave alone. Writing the second book in the series entitled Ask For It, has been like visiting with old friends. I love the pace of working on something new, the frenetic energy of matching words to emotion. It's addictive, like a legal high. It's the thrill of the chase that excites me I suppose, always striving to make each draft better until the characters are as real to me as any of you are.

Now it's over.

Oh, I will still have edits to do, multiple revisions that will leave me exhausted and feeling like I never want to see this book again. That's just part of the publishing process and in the end I'm always happy to see my babies shined up and pretty.

But it will never be the same as when I'm writing it. Nothing can recapture the feeling of bringing life to characters that were just fuzzy images in the back of my mind. The only thing that cures the melancholy is starting something new.

So in the words of Jay Z - "on to the next one".

Guess who's up next?

ssshhhh, it's Anya :)


Friday, April 30, 2010

Johnny Loves Krissy Release Party

Some of you may remember Johnny Loves Krissy.
This story was originally contracted with Triskelion Publishing. After spending about a week on their website for sale, the company went into bankruptcy and Johnny Loves Krissy went onto my "never to be published" shelf.

Only JLK wouldn't stay on the shelf. this story has a deeper meaning for me. I wrote the story for my sister and wanted to see it available again. So after a complete rewrite, with heavy revision, the story is once again available in both print and e-book.

This also represents the last of my stories that were once wrapped up in the bankruptcy hell of Triskelion Publishing. The others have all found homes. Delicious Darkness is at the Wild Rose Press. And The Cougar and the Best Man became Impulsive Pleasures and is also with Ellora's Cave.

So about Johnny Loves Krissy... (adult excerpt)

Johnny Loves Krissy
Copyright KyAnn Waters
All Rights Reserved, The Wild Rose Press
Erotic Contemporary
The Wilder Roses
e-book novel $6.00
rated double rose

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Kristina Taylor's biological clock just went off. She has endometriosis. Now “who's your baby's daddy” just took on a completely new meaning. A brilliant plan for conception includes her hot best friend Johnny

Knock her up? Krissy has to be crazy. Or is she? Johnny has loved her since high school. Her plan might not include life after baby. His does. But how is he going to show her how good they can be together with all her rules--no kissing, no touching, no caressing. He can make love to her, but she's determined not to enjoy it. To hell with that and to hell with her rules. He's determined to show her friendship is the best foundation for a relationship.

But there are always complications. ..

With Johnny, Krissy is afraid to look to the future. Right now, she can't get enough of the present, and she dreads the thought of losing what she's had with him in the past. Huston. Taking him to bed won't be a hardship--if she can only get him to play by her rules. After all, she wants to maintain their friendship. Not easy if he ends up being the best sex of her life.


"Our baby," she whispered with awe and wonder discernable in her voice. "Is this really happening?"

Her eyes filled with tears. Johnny set the frying pan on the stove and pulled her out of the kitchen chair and into his arms. "Scary when it finally becomes real, isn't it?" He stroked her back. He felt her head nod against his chest. Then she went rigid and pushed against him. "What?"

"We have bigger problems." She took two retreating steps. "The when, where and how."

"Pardon me?"

"I don't want some magical date etched into my mind reminding me of the day we conceived our baby. Where are we actually going to have sex? Not my bed. I'm not going to remember us every time I crawl beneath the covers. Not your bed either. I don't want you thinking about me when you go to sleep."

Good thing she wasn't in his head. He'd already taken her to his bed hundreds of times. In his dreams. "The where won't matter. You and I both know we'll never forget."

"As for the when, I'm ready when you are." Krissy put her hands on her hips. "Actually, I should rephrase that. I'll be ready after you make breakfast and we eat. If we can decide where, then we can do it tonight. We just need to think of sex as the first step in a series of steps to reach the desired conclusion of having a baby."

As if he could just forget he'd be making love while Krissy only thought of their being together as a means to an end. "At least we don't need to discuss the how."

"Actually, I think we do."

Johnny nearly crushed the egg he was holding in his hand instead of cracking it into the frying pan. He looked over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. Krissy sat at the table again with a serious look on her face, not a trace of humor in the straight line of her mouth. "I'm capable."

She rolled her eyes. "We both know what happens in relationships when one falls hard and not the other. That can't happen to us. So we need rules about the how." She held up one finger. "No kissing. That includes oral. I'm not sucking your dick."

"What if I need help getting an erection? You won't be my fluff girl?"

She pursed her lips. "I'll get you a Viagra."

Her mouth turned up on the left and he weakened. "Okay, let me hear the rest of your rules."

"No caressing. I know you're an ass man. Mine is off limits. No touching outside of what is absolutely necessary. No grabbing hair."

"Are your tits off limits, too?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Yes."

Laughter rolled from deep within his chest. Unbelievable. His dreams had come true and then morphed into his worst nightmare. He could make love to Krissy, but by god, he wasn't allowed to enjoy it.

"If you make me come, I'll clobber you the minute you get off of me. I don't want you to be good."

Did she read minds now? "I can't control whether it's good or not."

"Yes, you can! Just get on, come, and get off. Hopefully, we'll only have to fuck once."

"Do I get to enjoy myself at all or is that against the rules as well?" Johnny flipped the eggs in the pan, then snatched the bread off the top of the refrigerator. He needed to calm down. Krissy's unrealistic ideal situation was a long way from his.

"Of course." She stood and poured them coffee. "You have to enjoy sex in order to reach orgasm. How else am I going to get pregnant? Coming is ejaculation. I don't suppose you're a premature ejaculator. The faster the better."

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Wicked Wednesday: Self Esteem Issues

As I am working diligently on my next novella I find myself completely immersed in my heroine. Casey is different than anyone else I've ever written. She's beautiful but unaware of it, smart but doesn't feel like it and completely down on herself.

In short, she's awesome but doesn't KNOW she is.

Most of my heroines have been pretty kick ass. Confident, self-assured and ready to rock whatever comes their way. I usually feel that way myself so it makes total sense that this comes out in my writing. So why the sudden urge to write about a woman who has no idea who she is or where she's going?

I think every one of us, no matter how confident we may be, has moments of self doubt. Moments where you wonder if you're making the right decisions in life or whether you can really manage all the things you've taken on. We all doubt our awesomeness at some point. And I think it's important to acknowledge that we all feel this way sometimes and that it's completely O-K.

So - here's to all my sisters who may not know yet just how great they are. This one's for you.


Excerpt from ASK FOR IT

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Casey stared at herself in the mirror and tried to find words. All she could come up with was “Wow.”

She stood in the middle of a dressing room at Neiman Marcus, clothes strewn around the large space helter-skelter as if they’d been caught in a hurricane. She supposed in a way they had. Hurricane Anya. The woman was easily a category five when it came to her powers of persuasion.

“You look amazing.” Anya clapped her hands and started taking bows. She blew imaginary kisses to herself in the full length mirror. “Yes, I know I’m brilliant. She’s my greatest creation.”

“I can’t believe that’s me.” Casey blinked rapidly against a sudden rush of grateful tears. She wore a long sweep of material, a soft pool of silk that swirled around her body like a cloud. It slid against her skin in a seductive caress, tickling her like a lover. She pivoted and looked at the plunging back drape. It dipped low enough to entice but still covered enough that she didn’t feel self conscious. It was more beautiful than anything she could have imagined or wished for.

“I don’t look so pale anymore.” The deep amethyst color made her skin glow like alabaster. She gave a little twirl and watched the skirt flare out showing a hint of leg. This was a dress for someone glamorous, someone daring. She’d never worn anything like it before.

“You look radiant. Like a moon goddess.” Anya moved around her, her blue eyes taking everything in. “But you’re still missing something. I’m not sure what.”

Casey bit her lip and looked at her reflection again. Who was she trying to fool? She didn’t have the guts to wear something this slinky and wouldn’t know what to do even if she did. She wasn’t good at being the center of attention. She never knew what to say or do or how to act.

Curling up in her favorite armchair with a cup of hot tea and a book was more her style. She might occasionally dream about being the belle of the ball but that was fantasy. She knew better than most that fairy tales didn’t come true.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Excerpts…What Works? **LIBERATING LACEY Giveaway!**

Today our guest is author Anne Calhoun. She's talking excerpts today AND giving away a print copy of her book, LIBERATING LACEY. This contest is open through Sunday, so make sure you answer her question to get your name in the drawing. Now, I'll turn the "pen" over to Anne.

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Excerpts…What Works?

As an e-book published author I’m always curious what prompts readers to buy a book available on an e-publisher’s website. To help make a decision there’s the cover, the blurb on the book’s buy page, and usually an excerpt of anywhere from 50-1500 words, depending on the book’s length. My publisher, Ellora’s Cave, prefers an excerpt to be within the first few pages of the book. With Amazon you can search a book’s contents for particular words, or random pages. So, for example, if you’d prefer your book to have sex scenes with handcuffs, you could search for “handcuffs” and get a taste of what the book has to offer (try it with the print version of LIBERATING LACEY). But with the publishers’ sites – Samhaim, Ellora’s Cave, what-have-you – you can’t search. All you get is the chosen couple thousand words.

As a reader, this is tough for me. While writers must ensure the first few pages are snappy, interesting, sexy, and guaranteed to grab the reader, I personally don’t browse books that way. I open the book to a random section. If the writing grabs me in the middle of the book, when the author should be clipping along, pulling out U-turns and surprises and conflict-upping moments with every chapter, then I go back and have a look at the beginning. I also know, as a writer, that sections in the middle of the book are my favorites. Don’t get me wrong – I love the beginning of LIBERATING LACEY, where Hunter and Lacey get down to brass tacks after a not-so-casual conversation in a bar. It sets up their characters perfectly. Newly divorced Lacey knows what she wants – a hookup – and goes about getting it. Hunter’s not intimidated by a strong, purposeful, classy woman. By the end of the first chapter they’ve had sex, and they both want more, not because the sex was smokin’ (it was, of course) but because of the dialogue and their personalities.

But that’s not my favorite scene. If I could have chosen any random 1500 words to tempt the reader into buying LIBERATING LACEY, I would have chosen the excerpt available on the Liberating Lacey page on my blog. Or the excerpt I’ve included below, which sets up one of the more emotional scenes in the book. I think these scenes draw me because they’re so heavy on the emotional ramifications of an ever-deepening plot (in this case, the consequences of casual sex). That’s why I read and write romance, for the emotions, which are harder to set up in the first three to five pages. Goals, yes. Emotions…not as easy to do, which is why I skim in the middle.

Here’s the excerpt, not available anywhere else, unless you buy the book!

It wasn’t just her lips. Her entire body both welcomed and maddened him, the soft give to her breasts and stomach, the way her thighs cradled him, the brush of the baby-soft skin of her inner arm against his back. He’d always enjoyed the slow, sexy build of foreplay, loved women’s bodies and all the mysterious, amazing things they could do, but with Lacey, he couldn’t detach. Kissing meant he had to touch. Touching meant he wanted to crush her under him. Getting her under him meant he had to be inside her, and when he got there the only thing that kept him from losing it and going all caveman on her was the knowledge that he’d scare her to death if he did.

Right now his prehistoric ancestors were beating drums just under the surface of his rational brain. He lifted her skirt, the fabric sodden in his fist, and pulled down her panties. She must be making up for lost time or something, because she never said no. Asleep, tired, irritable after a bad day, whether he asked for a quickie or a marathon session that lasted four hours she never said no, and she wasn’t now, either. He stuffed the wet scrap of fabric in the pocket of his cargo shorts and fumbled with his zipper.

The shorts were low on his hips, his throbbing cock getting pelted by the rain before he looked up to meet Lacey’s anticipatory eyes. She’d asked if this heat was normal for him. It wasn’t. If he got caught having sex in a public place by someone with a grudge or a holier-than-thou attitude, he’d get fired so fast he’d get rug burn on his ass from the carpet outside the chief’s office. First the parking lot, now the park. Even her driveway was considered public, with an expectation of being seen. Around Lacey his sense of self-preservation took a scarily long hike.

Today it looked like his career was safe because shitshitshit, “I don’t have a condom,” he said, knowing she didn’t either. She’d left her purse at home.

She peered up at him through her lashes. Lacey never left the house without mascara because her short, reddish eyelashes disappeared without it. The rain had smudged the makeup around her eyes, a shockingly slutty look for her that, combined with her swollen lips and sexy gaze, did nothing to convince his cock to stand down. “You have your wallet,” she said.

He did have his wallet because he didn’t care if she was as rich as the queen, if she was out with him, he’d pay for the mocha and lunch. But while he had money, he didn’t have protection. “The cupboard’s bare, beautiful. I meant to buy more yesterday but didn’t get to…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence because she’d reached between them to stroke his shaft. Cold water streamed down her forearm, over his balls, making them tighten but he was so hot steam should have been rising from his body. Just to torture himself he cupped one breast through her shirt and thumbed the hard, thrusting nipple, kissing her while he did. She could get him off here. It wouldn’t take long. Then he’d take her home, dry her off and love her up until he was ready for round two.


She might have said his name twice because her voice was raised, urgent. He forced his eyes to focus, saw both intensity and hesitation in her face.

“I’m on the Pill.”

He knew that, had seen the container with its twenty-eight tiny pills in her bathroom.

“I’m safe,” she said and stroked her thumb over the tip.

Sure she was. Shit, she’d been with one man before him. She was the one who should be worried. He didn’t keep score but even the approximate number was a fucking scandal.

She stroked him again, tip to base, before he uncurled her fingers from around his cock. “I can’t think when you do that, beautiful, and I’d better be coherent for this conversation.”

Obligingly she laid her hand flat on his stomach and looked up at him, complete trust and wicked temptation in her brown eyes. “I’m on the Pill. I’m clean,” she said. As if he hadn’t heard her.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He’d resisted temptation before because kids should be wanted and mistakes happened. Because women lied about all kinds of things, birth control not the least of them. But fuck, oh fuck, now that the option was out in the open he wanted to be bare inside Lacey. His whole body ached with wanting.

And Lacey was honesty personified.


What do you like in an excerpt that prompts you to buy the book, or does the excerpt not factor in at all? Do you only buy certain kinds of ebooks – BDSM themes, or shapeshifters, or ménage, or reunion stories, and the excerpt makes no difference? Is it about voice, or a suspenseful setup, a character who grabs you from page one and doesn’t let go?

Let me know by leaving a comment and I’ll choose one winner of a paper copy of LIBERATING LACEY! And stop by my website or blog to check out my upcoming Spice Briefs releases and other news. Many thanks to those Naughty Girls Next Door for allowing me to guest blog!

**Note** The contest ENDS Sunday, March 28th.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Dark Man and Sexy Vampires

Today the third installment of my Blood Slaves series, Dark Man, released from Ellora’s Cave. Before I tempt you with an excerpt or two, I’d thought I’d share some of my other sexy vampires and vampire lore.

The Blood Slaves isn’t my first foray into the erotic decadence of nightwalkers and bloodsuckers. In Hot Blooded, Kelis is a vampire living in LA. And the woman in the story, Loni Soleil is offspring from a man from another star system. And in After Dark, Ellora’s Cavemen Jewels of the Nile Vol II, Alandro Blackwood is a Native American vampire searching for his bloodmatch, the only woman with whom he can breed. In After Dark, I explained away the myths of vampires. Garlic was only offensive because the vampire’s acute sense of smell intensified the odor. Alandro had a reflection but didn’t like looking at himself. Within the comments section of this post, I’ll share an excerpt from After Dark and Hot Blooded.

However, in Blood Slaves, the vampire world is unlike anything I’ve written before. Seven master vampires control the entire vampire world. Only the seven can turn a human, only the seven are warm blooded and only the seven have a heartbeat. In the first three installments, the history of the vampires is only brushed upon. This was intentional. Each story reveals a little more of their world. There is a rift occurring between the seven and the rest of the vampire world and the vampire world and humanity. In future works, you’ll learn more about the disease that nearly destroyed all vampires, how Theron and the other seven survived and how the disease will once again threaten the vampire’s very existence.

But for now, let’s move on to the good stuff. Theron is my favorite character to date. He's stubborn and yet vulnerable. He's responsible for his Sect of vampires and refuses to let others close. He feeds and F*cks in the Catacombs. There are times when he isn't likeable, but you can't help but still feel for him because you know his iron-fisted control comes from a need to protect his world and the vampires. To see him in his own story is both thrilling and scary as hell, because I hope readers love him as much as I do.

This book is graphic and intense. I'm going to post the excerpts in the comments section.

Book 3 in the Blood Slaves series.

Vance is determined to discover the secrets hidden in The Catacombs, an exclusive all-male fetish club. Someone there was the last person to see his ex-lover alive and he intends to seek revenge for the brutal murder. Once in, he meets Tac, the owner of the club. He's secretive and hot as hell. The BDSM sex is unlike anything Vance has experienced. Tac is becoming an obsession and keeping him from the truth.

Nothing can endanger the vampires' existence. Theron, known in the club as Tac, will destroy any who try. He is dominant and dangerous--in total control of his world. He lives only for sex and blood. He has never been emotionally involved with anyone. Now, a human has slipped into his life and under his skin, making him want more than meaningless sex with blood slaves. But Theron will never allow a mere mortal to bring him to his knees.

Note: This book contains scenes of smoking-hot men engaged in multiple-partner sex and bondage.

Click To Purchase Dark Man

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Guest Blog: Gail Roarke, with an excerpt from One Knight Stand

Michelle and the other Naughty Girls Next Door were kind enough to invite me to guest blog here today. Thanks, girls! I'm a long-time fan of pulp fiction and comics. I like larger-than-life heroes and heroines, so when I started writing erotica and romance, much of it involved superheroic characters. One recurring character is Victor Kruger, the Black Knight. He's co-starred in two other stories as the heroine's playmate, but One Knight Stand is my first story from Victor's point of view.

Excerpt: One Knight Stand

Broadway Street in Denver looked like a battlefield. Red and blue lights strobed across the scene, reflected on smashed windows and the wet streets. The last ambulance pulled away with a brief whoop of its siren to clear a path. Cops stood guard over empty suits of powered armor as their former occupants were loaded into police vehicles. Firefighters in heavy turnout coats coiled their hoses, the fires extinguished at last. Bystanders crowded the police barricades, gawking as always, talking and taking pictures with their phones.

Victor caught a glimpse of himself in a storefront window. He looked a mess. His chain mail shirt was slashed, torn, partially melted in places, and full of bullet holes. It was also covered in blood—his blood. He healed almost faster than he was injured so he felt fine, but he looked like an extra for a zombie film. His face and hands were clean, though. The energy that filled him, the same energy that regenerated any injury, no matter how severe, also burned away any blood on his skin. But his clothing wasn’t so lucky.

“Probably why I never get the post-battle interviews,” he grumbled.

Okay, yeah, he was a newbie hero. And he wasn’t affiliated with the Guardians, who invariably got the lion’s share of the credit any time they showed up. He could see the media clustered around the Guardians, including Iron Maiden, and hanging on their every word. But still, he was doing good work, and while he wasn’t doing it for the acclaim, a little acclaim now and then would have been nice.

A soft female voice interrupted Victor’s thoughts. “Mr. Kruger?”

He turned to see a reporter, judging by the press pass in her packet pocket and the photographer at her side, approach him. She was more than a foot shorter than Victor, but at six foot five, he was used to looking down at most people. Slender, with delicate features, fine platinum blonde hair and blue eyes, she was dressed for success in a dark skirt and blazer over a white blouse.

“That’s me,” he said.

“Robin Harris, Denver Weekly News. I’d like to interview you, if you don’t mind.”

“A little late to the party, aren’t you?”

She looked chagrined and glanced over at the media circus surrounding the Guardians. Reporters and cameramen from all the local television stations crowded around, clamoring for attention.

Then she turned back to Victor and shrugged with an adorable grin. “Just a little. It’s been that kind of day. No room at the table for the new gal from a small weekly. I imagine you can relate to that.”

He snorted. “You got that right, sister.”

“So…the interview?”

“Sure. Shoot.” He was pleased that she wanted to interview him, and more than happy to spend time with her. She was quite attractive.

“Great,” she said.

It took only a minute or two for her to coordinate with her photographer. He took a series of photos of Victor, and of Victor with Robin. As he worked, Robin pulled out a small digital recorder and held it up between them.

“We’re outside the headquarters of Ingolf & Devore with the city’s newest protector, the Black Knight—”

Victor grinned at the reporter. “Call me Victor.”

She smiled back. “Victor, then. Tell me, Victor, how did you happen to be here at just the right time to stop the Marauders?”

“Just lucky, I guess. I was in the neighborhood when I saw the Guardians arrive. You don’t usually see all the Guardians in one place unless it’s big trouble, so I figured they could probably use my help. I followed them here—and the rest is history.”

“Wow.” She sounded sincerely impressed.

Victor’s smile grew a little more arrogant, his attention a little more overt. He didn’t think she was a good enough actress to be so convincing, in which event he thought a case of hero worship might serve him well.

He shrugged in faux modesty. “I do what I can.”

“And you do it very well,” Robin replied. The faint widening of her eyes told Victor she realized how she sounded. “I mean, you rescued the hostages without any customers or bank employees getting hurt.” Her eyes flicked to her left toward her photographer. Victor could see him smirking.

“Yes, I did.” He would rather have gone head to head with the Marauders in their powered armor, but Sentinel, the Guardians’ leader, had had other ideas. Victor had been a Marine in World War II, and he knew when to shut up and do what he was told. It wasn’t about him or his taste for brawling; it was about rescuing the hostages—and he’d managed it.

The interview went on for another couple of minutes. Victor answered the woman’s questions, giving her the responses he knew she expected. All the time, he gave her the benefit of his full attention, letting his interest show in his gaze. She really was beautiful. She hung on his every word, meeting his eyes with a bold look of her own, all but preening under his gaze.

“Thank you, Victor,” Robin said, caressing his name. She turned to face her photographer. “That’ll do it, Steve.”

Steve shook his head. “Jesus, Robin, could you be any more obvious about it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, nose in the air. She tossed the recorder to him. He fumbled for a moment before catching it and scowled but didn’t pursue the issue.

Victor dismissed the man from his mind. He opened his mouth to speak just as Robin said, “I’d love to get a more in-depth interview with you, Victor.”

Victor heard her photographer choke on a stifled laugh as he turned away. I’ll just bet you would, Victor thought. And I’ll be glad to give it to you.

“What sort of interview?” Victor asked. The not-so-subtle emphasis of her words suggested that she was really angling for a date. She might do an interview too, probably would. But he wondered if she was really just a groupie when all was said and done. Not that there was anything wrong with that. He’d had his share of fun with groupies over the last few months.

“Oh, you know,” she said, twirling a hand in the air, “the usual. Some background, questions about rumors, how you got into the biz—the usual.”


“Yes.” She’d produced a compact from her purse and was checking her makeup as she spoke. “There are always rumors—you know that. For instance,” she added, eyes flicking in his direction once, “Rumor has it you and Iron Maiden are an item.”

Oh ho, Victor thought. “Not true.”

“Really?” She couldn’t keep the pleasure out of her voice.

“Really. I’m not the sort to kiss and tell, so even if we were an item, I wouldn’t discuss it. But take it from me, we are most definitely not an item.”

Not, he thought, if you mean we’re dating, at least. He and Leah—Iron Maiden to the public—certainly had fun between the sheets on a regular basis. But there was no relationship there, no emotional commitment. Just good, clean dirty fun.

“Oh. Well, then. See? That’s one rumor squashed already. So you’ll do it?”

“When and where?”

She smiled with undisguised pleasure. “Excellent!” She put away the compact and produced a business card from one pocket. “How’s eight o’clock tonight?”

Victor took the card. “Let me check my schedule.” He pretended to think for a moment. “That would be fine. That answers one question. But what about where?”

“It’s on the back of the card.”

He turned the card over and saw an address and phone number written on the back. She’d come prepared. He recognized the neighborhood, an upper middle class area in the eastern part of the city.

“Your place?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She smiled. “It belongs to friends, actually. I’m house sitting.”

“And you’re allowed to have…guests?” He put just a hint of suggestiveness in his voice, curious as to how she’d respond.

“My friends are adults, and so am I,” she said without the faintest whiff of embarrassment. “Having guests over is hardly unexpected.”

“I suppose not.” He waved the card gently. “I’ll be there, Ms. Harris.”

“Good. And please—call me Robin.”

“Of course, Robin. Eight o’clock, then.”

“I look forward to it. Oh—how do you feel about Indian?”

“I’ll try anything once—”

She cocked her head to look at him sidelong. “I’ve heard that about you. Perhaps we’ll put that to the test.”

He grinned. “If you like. You won’t be disappointed, I promise. And as it happens, I love Indian.”

She smiled without replying then glanced over her shoulder to where her photographer was standing with Man-Ape and Sentinel. She met Victor’s eyes again. “Well, duty calls. Until tonight.”

He bowed his head briefly. “Until tonight.”

She turned and walked away. He watched her go, admiring the sway of her hips and the smooth movement of her legs.

Saturday, February 27, 2010


Writers have deadlines. Why are they called deadlines? Who was the genius who thought that term up?

Actually, that’s not a rhetorical question. According to The Maven’s Word of the Day:

The word deadline first appeared as an American coinage that referred to the line around a military prison beyond which soldiers were authorized to shoot escaping prisoners. According to Lossing's History of the Civil War (1868): "Seventeen feet from the inner stockade was the 'dead-line', over which no man could pass and live." This use is also found in Congressional records as early as 1864: "The 'dead line', beyond which the prisoners are not allowed to pass."

Dead line. As in dead at this point. As in cease to exist if you go THERE. Dead. Line. Deadline.

Hmmm, even though it really does feel like that at times, I am willing to bet very few authors actually DIE if they miss a deadline. So what else could it be? More Maven wisdom says:

The other possibility is that the deadline we know today as 'a point in time past which something will not be accepted' comes from an early 20th-century printing term. In the years before the first citation of deadline referring to a point in time, there are citations for deadline meaning 'a guideline on the bed of a printing press beyond which text will not print': "Make certain that the type does not come outside of the dead-line on the press" (Henry, Printing for School & Shop, 1917).

As a writer, you will always have deadlines. At first they are self imposed. You *WANT* to finish that story and have it ready to go by a certain date. If that doesn’t happen, you feel like a loser but you live. There is no sentry waiting to fill you full of lead, just a nasty wave of self-disappointment. (tastes like feet, blech)

Then you sell and, suddenly, the deadline carries more weight. You don’t get to define it anymore. There is no leisurely flipping around the manuscript looking for flaws. Nope. Your editor is waiting on that story and you have a concrete date. Copy-editors and art departments are waiting on you. You are under the gun now!

Fine, you make that deadline but there is more! Now you have a second story with a whole separate deadline. You are writing one, editing the other and oh yeah, did I mention promo? (Little things like waiting until the last minute to do that guest blog post you didn’t forget but have been putting off really jerks a knot in things). You can almost feel the deadline pressing down like iron bars.

Do that for several books.

Wow, you are in demand now! You have enough oomph behind your name to sell on proposal. Easy street, right? Wrong! Now you have a date pre-set but no real story started, just a promise and an outline. You are bound by legal issues tighter than handcuffs. If you screw up a date, you might as well pucker up and kiss your career goodbye. (with tongue)

And what about your readers, your fans? By this time, you have some. Even if it is just one woman’s library group that meets every Wednesday for prune juice and raisin cookies. They are waiting for your latest! You owe them and don’t want to let them down. *CRACK!!* Get to it!

Don’t get sloppy or lazy. That is one way to kill your writing career. (public nudity while eating Cheetos in Wal-mart is another)

Keep doing this, over and over and over. The glamorous life of a writer. It’s not all champagne and caviar. But who wants old grape juice and fish eggs anyway? Gimme a cold cup of coffee, a soft pair of pajama pants and a deadline, then watch me make magic.

I am a writer. Deadlines are my life. And I love it. I am actually on a deadline now.

The sequel to MYLA BY MOONLIGHT has been contracted by Carina Press. Titled SALOME AT SUNRISE, it is slated for a June release. So while I tappity tap tap my edits and work on the final book in the trilogy, leave me a comment(with your email addy). I will swing back by and choose one person to win a free copy of Myla by Moonlight.

You can read blurbs, excerpts, free reads and generally just play around on my website. Enjoy! *puts nose back to the grindstone*

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Wicked Wednesday - Minx Malone

Hi guys,

I've been working on the sequel to my contemporary novella Beg For It (Ellora's Cave) for awhile now. I couldn't quite get a handle on Italian smooth talker Andre Lavin.

Let me know if I finally got it right in my Wednesday Work in Progress.


Ask For It (excerpt)

“I’m not sure about this new slogan.” Andre Lavin rubbed his hands roughly over his face trying to erase a week’s worth of stress. He was so tired he almost felt intoxicated but seeing his dream come to life was worth a thousand sleepless nights. “Living the Lavin life. It sounds like a ripoff of a cheesy pop song.”

James Lawson, owner of Mirage Advertising Agency, patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. “No worries. I’m sure we can come up with something that suits you better.”

Andre swallowed a grunt of disagreement. He wasn’t so sure. He’d already seen presentations for two alternate slogans and they were no closer to capturing the essence of what he was about than the current one. He’d been waiting his entire career to launch his international campaign and he wouldn’t see it derailed now. His debut had to be top notch. His success had been too hard won for him to chance botching things now.

“I have the production figures. We’re in good shape.” Jason Gautier, his business partner and best friend appeared at his left side. His blond hair was cut into a short spiky do, more for ease and comfort than style. His friend had been accused more than once of having a calculator for a brain and a cash register for a heart. Success was his life’s blood. It was one of the things they had in common.

“Fantastic. Do we still have that conference call with the bank this afternoon?”

“Actually there was a mix up. We’re supposed to be on that call in about ten minutes.” At his glower, Jason shrugged apologetically and crossed his arms. “Don’t shoot the messenger. How do you want to handle this?”

“Gentleman, I think I have a solution.” James waved over his assistant, a young woman with short dark hair and flashing blue eyes. He whispered something in her ear and she turned and sashayed off.

He stole a quick glance at the watch on his wrist. “The conference room isn’t booked for this afternoon, so why don’t you take your call and then come back around 3 o’clock. I’ll have our designers rearrange their schedules to accommodate you.”

“Great, that’s…” Andre trailed off as something passed his vision. A petite girl wearing an oversized monstrosity of a sweater. Her dark hair was bound back tightly into a bun and she moved like she was in a rush, her slim legs carrying her quickly behind the reception desk. She turned and her delicate profile came into view. His mind registered recognition at the same time as his body. He cursed softly and turned away slightly, giving himself time to calm down. His reaction made him feel like a lecher, especially since from a distance she looked more like a fairy child than a grown woman.

She was assisting the designers with the campaign and ever since he’d first seen her a month ago he’d been battling this borderline obsession. He knew her every expression, the way she tilted her head when she was listening or pursed her lips when she didn’t agree with something. Her skin was very pale and it made her look even more fragile. She was delicately built, petite with slim hips but something about her manner told him she had a backbone of steel.

He turned at the sharp nudge in his side. Jason lifted his eyebrows in inquiry before stretching to see over his shoulder. Andre stepped forward blocking his friend’s view of the girl. He wasn’t sure what drove the protective instinct but in that moment he didn’t want his friend even looking in her direction. It was like letting a wolf loose on a lamb.

Ok so that's just a little taste of Andre, a character that I love to write. He's driven, he's perfectionistic and he's about to be swept off his feet by a woman who's nothing like what he expects.

Hope you enjoyed the sneak peek. Now back to your regularly scheduled lives :)


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Wicked Wednesday - KyAnn Waters

Wednesday Work in Progress.

I envy those writers who can sit down to the computer, know their story, pound out the words and finish what they start. Nope, that's not me. For every story I finish I probably start 10. I'll get a few words or a few pages then the story fizzles and I want to write something else. I guess you could say I am a bit A.D.D when it comes to writing. I don't think I've ever finished a book where I didn't change at least one character's name at least one time. But my bad habits can sometimes work in my favor. When I'm stuck and not sure what to work on next, it's those past stories I go through to find my inspiration.

As I share my work in progress with you, the names, places and title will most likely change. :)

Beautiful Storm - contemporary short story - nearly complete
(unedited - first draft)

Adrian Beck sat on the beach, tunneling his toes into the warm white sand. The full moon pulled the tide in and called him to the sea. Here, in the tropical breezes of Long Caye, the stress of the city couldn’t find him. Self-imposed exile suited him well. Post 9-11 New York couldn’t compete with Belize Island. Perhaps nothing ever would. There was the crux of his problems. Once he’d lost his firm—lost everything, including those most important to him—he hadn’t felt the same zeal for life. He didn’t see the beauty in buildings anymore, didn’t want to.

The prodigy Adrian Beck, a winner of the American Architecture Award, was burned out. He’d closed his firm, what was left of it after the Trade Towers came down. He hadn’t wanted to rebuild, not after losing so much.

Closing his eyes, he let the balmy night air surround him. His open shirt billowed in the gentle wind. The crash and roll of the waves lulled him to a place where he embraced solitude.

Last week he’d received a phone call. Isa Clemet, developer of luxury casino resorts wanted a meeting. No amount of negotiations would get him back, but that didn’t seem to stop the tenacious billionaire from insisting on a face-to-face meeting. He chuckled. Post 9-11 merges with post Katrina. Not funny, but he couldn’t help seeing the humor. Clemet Casinos wanted to build on the coast in Biloxi, Mississippi. Ms. Clemet wanted the best—she wanted Adrian.

Too bad. Adrian had no intention of giving up his private piece of paradise.

Moonlight shimmered off the cresting waves. Tropical breeze coming off the sea cooled his skin. The salty tang on his lips did make him long for a woman to hold, to kiss, to spread her smooth legs and slide his restless cock into her hot welcoming sheath.

Adrian cursed. How long had it been since he’d had someone special in his life? Three maybe four years. Since before he came to Belize Island to escape the real world.

Gulls rustled in the leaves of the tropical foliage. The spongy sand popped and whispered to him—taunted him. Adrian had always compared a woman to the ocean. Sometimes she could be as fierce as a tropical storm, unpredictable and dangerous and other times calm and wet, like sailing on a cloudless day.

Adrian leaned forward and rested his arms on his bent knees. Movement on the water caught his eye. Silver shimmer stretched into the horizon. He squinted. A swimmer. Long limbs broke the surface. And if he wasn’t mistaken—a woman—swam closer.

A wave caught her and brought her to shore. She stood, a nude goddess born of the sea. His heart pounded. She emerged from the tide, water sluicing over her arousing form. He followed a bead of moisture down her face. Sculpted eyebrows arched over wide almond shaped eyes. At this distance, he couldn’t make out the color, but her skin was bronzed by the sun. Raking her fingers through her hair, she combed her long wet tresses away from her face. She paused and stared at him. Full luscious lips titled into a soft smile. Not a joyous grin, but a sinful smirk that hinted at mischief.

I'll be back later with another excerpt from my BDSM work in progress.

Happy Hump Day,