Saturday, June 30, 2012

Sensual Saturday- Valentine Master

Valentine Master releases July 25th through Ellora's Cave

It's a story of love, submission, and devotion within a marriage. Heather needs domination in the bedroom, Mick isn't sure he can deliver but he is determined to try.

Check out the "Coming Soon" page

Domination and submission are intriguing topics to me. I am in no way, at all, knowledgeable beyond my research and my own loving relationship. Valentine Master is my first BDSM story but it won't be my last. I enjoy writing the interplay between the characters and their parts within the D/s dynamic.

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I am drawn to the interactions within a sexual context. The ability to relax and give control in a safe environment to someone you trust completely is the foundation of my BDSM writing. Within my stories it isn't about pain, it is about the giving of control and building of trust.


Here is an excerpt from Valentine Master that illustrates my fascination and personal experience with being under the control of someone I trust.

Heather scrambled to do as she was told. Moving with her hands bound together was a challenge, but she loved the feeling of being restricted. Her hands shook with tension and arousal. Each time she tried to do something and tugged on the restraints she got a little hotter, a little wetter. When she pulled the blankets back she noticed there were towels laid out on the bed. She quirked an eyebrow and glanced at her husband. When he did nothing but look at her with increasing irritation, she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself as instructed. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of contentment. Just the feel of the leather snugly wrapped around her wrists sent a shiver through her body. She opened her eyes and watched her husband attach a strap to her wrist cuffs. She gave a slight tug just to feel the lack of movement afforded by her restraints. Muscles relaxed that she hadn’t even known were tense as she felt her control slipping. The knot in her stomach from the stress of the week started to unravel. With each exhalation she melted further into the mattress. Her whirling thoughts started to slow, quiet invaded her mind . A sigh escaped her lips.

With interest, Heather opened her eyes to watch her husband dip his hand into the box of treasures. A thrill went through her body as a long, black silk scarf came slithering out, wrapped loosely around his fist.

“Close your eyes, pet. I’m taking away your sense of sight.” He slowly slid the cool silk across Heather’s breasts, then gently wrapped it around her eyes and tied it. “Can you see anything, Heather?”

Thanks for visiting. I'll be posting more excerpts as we get closer to the release day!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Character Interview- Cain's Salvation

My newest series follows a group of genetically engineered beings, genophytes, that not only have the psychic powers, but so much more. Cain and a few of his “brothers” run a security company in the mountains of Pennsylvania. They specialize in retrieving ‘lost’ things, be it a human, money or weapons.  The males are super-human soldiers that have been genetically programmed to not feel. Or, at least that is what the scientists tried to accomplish.

Anyway, I sat down with a few of the genophyte males to chat about their lives and what they think of Cain’s defection into mated status.

Lea: Hi, guys. Why don’t you introduce yourselves?

Cain: I’m Cain.
Adam: Hi, I’m Adam.
Hannibal: *waves* Call me Hannibal.

Lea: Okay, boys, you know that isn’t what I meant. Give us a little background information.

Cain: *grinning* You know us, Lea, cut and dry. Okay, I’m an empath and I own Genophyte Security Firm.
Adam: *turning to Cain* That isn’t what she meant and you know it. He’s such a dick. *turning back to Lea* We are all from the first batch of genophytes created. Cain’s been out on his own for a while, I started working for him about 50 years ago and Hannibal came into our happy little group about 30 years ago, right?
Hannibal: Yep, that’s about right.I'm one of the team leads that answer to Dick... I mean Cain. *snickering*
Cain: Hey, watch it there, playboy. When we leave here I can still kick your ass for calling your superior a dick. 
Hannibal: Sorry, boss. Just kidding, right? *grinning*

Lea: This is going to be fun. Alrighty, next question. According to the Genotech pamphlet, you aren't supposed to exhibit any emotions, but as we can all see you at least find things funny. What to explain about your emotional status and how you've changed since being created?

Cain: No. *smiling*
Adam: *smacking Cain’s arm* Stop being an ass. Just because you found your mate, happily-ever-after, and all that bullshit doesn’t mean you get to jerk around the author. Shit, man, what if she kills you off in the next book or something. *sighing* We are not emotionless, although some of us are lacking in that area. We all started off as blank slates. Genotech did try to design us without emotions, but it seems the human genome doesn’t like to have beings without some feelings
Hannibal: Yeah, boss. Don't want to get hurt or seriously screwed over in the next book, right?
Cain: *growling* Hann, man... I'm telling you now, stop talking.

Lea: Cain, maybe we need to get us on something a little nicer? Want to tell us a little bit about Sam?

Cain: Sam is awesome. She’s been working with us for about six months now on our training. She’s a null… um, a psychic void. It’s been really good for us to train with her. Actually she’s been working a lot with Adam on his headache issue.
Adam: That isn’t what Lea meant, dumbass. Sam and Cain are like two love birds. The rest of us are on the verge of vomiting from the lovey-dovey shit. They can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Ouch. Fuck, Cain, stop hitting me, you know it’s true.
Hannibal: Yeah, I’ve been taking as many missions as I can to keep out of the compound. Cain kicked my ass the other day just because I commented on Sam’s fine ass. I mean, women like compliments, right? I wasn’t going to touch those beautiful globes.
Cain: Shut up, Hannibal, or you’re going to get your ass kicked right here. You don’t talk about her, and definitely don’t look at her ass.

Lea: All right, fellas, calm down. Geez, the testosterone in here is thicker than molasses. So, now that Cain is hooked up with Sam, who’s next to go down the mate route?

Hannibal: Adam
Adam: Hannibal
Cain: *grinning* I was watching Lea’s eyes and she looked at Adam first. *singing* Adam and someone sitting in a tree…

Lea: Cut it out you guys. No one’s going to read your books if you keep this up. One last question, then we can be done. If you could pick a female for yourself, what characteristics would she have?

Cain: Well, seeing I have Sam and she’s perfect I don’t need to answer this one.
Hannibal: I don’t know, and that’s honesty for you. I like females, don’t get me wrong. I love to be in them as far as I can be, but other than a round ass and breasts I don’t really care. I like ‘em soft, more cushion for the pushin’ right?
Adam: *shaking his head* I’m sorry we brought Hannibal with us, Lea, I really am. Forgive his mouth, he has no mind-to-lip filter. I am not looking for a mate, but if I were, I would want someone strong and capable. I don’t coddle, at all. I want someone that can take care of herself and not get in my way.
Cain: *coughing* Bull shit. You wait and see. If you are next you’re going to fall hard and fast for some cute little female.
Lea: I think we’re done here, guys. Thanks for coming out and answering some questions, and if you are going to fight take it outside. I don't need to lose the deposit on the conference room. See you all in the next book! *grinning evilly*

You can find Cain’s Salvation at Siren BookStrand now. If you’d like to read the prologue you can go to

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Tattoo Tuesday- 3

So, I've shared my favorite bicep pictures. For today, we are going butts. I do love a tight ass, but add ink to it and its, well, beautiful. Here are some tasty tattooed buns for your viewing pleasure. Happy Tuesday!

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday- Valentine Master

It is official. Valentine Master, my first book through Ellora's Cave, has a Coming Soon page!


Here's the blurb:
Heather’s marriage is on the rocks and she knows it. Since she told her husband Mick that she craved domination in the bedroom, he’s been secretive and strange, spending his evenings away from home. All Heather’s expecting as a Valentine’s Day surprise is divorce papers.

So when she comes home from work to find Mick randy and ready to go with a kinky box of tricks, Heather can hardly believe her luck. Mick has mastered his reluctance to dominate his wife—and now he’s going to master her.

And an excerpt:
Before she could absorb the feeling of the first clamp, she felt his hot breath over her other breast. The anticipation of his mouth on her again was enough to make her belly clench with need. With the first touch of his tongue she groaned. The muffled sound pulled her from her lust for a moment, reminding her that she needed to keep quiet. The pleasure spiked, pulling her back into scene. It was so much more intense when she didn’t know what was going to happen. 

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Lovestruck Bloghop Winners Chosen

Alrighty, using the following people are winners:

#3- Sue
#20- Juana

Thank you to everyone that entered! I will be contacting the winners via email momentarily.

I will be participating in another bloghop July 13th. Feel free to come back and enter!

Friday, June 22, 2012

Interview and contest- Author Kelli Scott

I had the fabulous privilege to interview Kelli Scott, author of Hair of the Dog (one of my favorite shifter romance books.)


Kelli is also offering an ebook copy of Hair of the Dog to one lucky commenter. Leave her a comment and your email address. Monday, June 25th we will pick a winner.
So, Kelli, tell me a little about where your idea for Hair of the Dog came from.

Once upon a time I worked at a fraternal organization. You know—one of those men’s clubs named after a majestic animal. The kind with secret handshakes, rituals and salutations. Sometimes they wear goofy hats or colorful vests adorned with regalia and call each other Brother. 
As a general rule, my mind does not operate paranormally, but I thought what if…what if the members of these benevolent societies were actually shifters of whatever fierce critter was their namesake? Wolves and Cougars and Bears, oh my. That’s a start, right? What’s next? Set the story in a sleepy little mountain town where shifters come to rejuvenate, relax and vacation. Throw in a magical hot spring in danger of drying up and an enchanted fairy prophesized to save the town and you’ve got the beginnings of a story. Sprinkle with romance, drizzle with sex and serve sizzling hot. 

What types of research did you do, or was it all cooked up in your head?

You mean besides the sex? 

Well, I guess along with the sex *snickering*?

I have a research assistant. Guillermo. He’s an unpaid intern with benefits (just dental). He cooks, he cleans and he stands in long lines at the Post Office. He also takes the computer to the repair shop when it gets a sexually transmitted disease from the dodgy websites I visit. That way the repair man thinks Guillermo is the pervert.
I hate the “other” kind of research, involving note taking and studying facts. But I did take an online class on werewolves. And I read a novella about a wolf shifter. Does that count? Okay, yes, it was pretty much cooked up in my head and I relied heavily on my editor to tell me if it was plausible.

Hmmm, sounds like I need a Guillermo! My computer repair dude thinks I'm a pervert. *grinning* Kelli, who is your favorite character in the book, and why?

I want to say Bobby Joe Dumfries because he was so fun to write, but I’m going to go with my hero, Grant.  He’s loyal, smart, funny, brave and a born leader.  He’s a regular civic-minded guy who happens to strip naked, shift into a wolf and run wild through the woods.

What was the funniest line, in your opinion, from the book?

“Sounds like a mob of flea-infested, beer-bottle-busting hooligans with a tendency to howl at the full moon and call their wives and girlfriends bitches.”

What scene was the hardest to write?

I hate for the story I’m writing to end, the reason I have so many unfinished manuscripts on my computer.  I also hate to put my characters in peril, so the scene near the end where they are risking their lives to save the town and fighting the bad guy. Hard to write. Hard to wrap up all the loose ends and say goodbye to the characters.

What is your favorite scene between the hero and heroine?

That’s so hard. They are nearly combustible every time they’re together. I’m going to go with the scene with Ivy and Grant in her office late at night when she finally realizes there’s something “odd” going on in Mystic Springs. Emotions are running high, her panties get decimated and condoms are everywhere.

If you could be any character in the book, who would it be?

I think I’d be my heroine, Ivy Fontainebleau, because she blooms and flourishes in Mystic Springs. She really discovers who she is and becomes comfortable in her own skin, fur, scales, feathers—whatever. And she gets to boink the hero.

Boinking is always a plus! Now, why do you write paranormal?  

I don’t always write paranormal, but it’s fun to bend reality. I think I have a few more paranormal ideas rattling around in my head. It’s the lore involved with some paranormal that kicks my butt. But I’d love to write more shifter stories centered in Mystic Springs.

What is your absolute favorite paranormal book? Why?

I loved The Magic Knot by Helen Scott Taylor. Sort of an edgy modern day fairytale, with actual fairies. 

If you could have any paranormal trait (shifter, vampire, demon, witch, super-human power) what would it be, and why?

I’d want to be a super sexy witch, casting spells and making potions and looking fabulous doing it.

Here is the blurb and excerpts from Hair of the Dog:
When Grant, mayor of Mystic Springs, asks Ivy to run the Mystic Springs resort, she’s so thrilled, she accepts the job without so much as visiting the town first. Then she arrives and meets Grant—and her goals change. She got her dream job, and now she wants Grant…preferably at her mercy in the bedroom.

Grant’s inner animal is desperate to take Ivy. And he’s not joking about the “animal” part— Grant and most of the Mystic Springs residents are shifters. The spring is more than a landmark, it’s the touchstone that grounds their powers and keeps them on the human side of the shifter spectrum. But the spring is running dry…

The townspeople are convinced Ivy is the woman who was prophesied to rejuvenate the spring. Local legend is rife with rumors of sex rites that might help, and Grant’s only too happy to give them a go. He just has to convince Ivy that he’s the man—er, wolf?—for her.

“Ivy? Ivy Fontainebleau?” he inquired.
She raised her hand. “That’s me. I’m Ivy. All day long.” I’ll be whoever you want me to be. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Not so much because they’d slipped. More out of habit.
“I’m Grant Grayson.” He smiled reassuringly, shook her hand and lifted her bags into his idling vehicle before his words registered in her brain as anything more than pleasant noise. Very pleasant noise indeed. “We spoke on the phone.”
“Mr. Grayson.” His name escaped her lips quietly like air leaking from a tire. Yes, she fondly recalled their verbal exchanges. His face exceeded the picture his words painted in her mind and his physique was nothing to complain about either.
“My friends call me Grant. I hope you will too.” He opened the passenger side door for her, his gaze scanning the surrounding area. “Sorry I kept you waiting.” His eyes flashed with awareness. His nostrils flared. “You know how it is.”
As if in a hypnotic trance, Ivy slid into the seat. She decided she’d slide into a flaming chariot from Hell if he opened the door and smiled in her direction, flaring nostrils and all. While he rounded the front of the car, she checked herself in the mirror. Sadly nothing had changed. On a scale of one to ten, he was a ten. She was a five on a good day. Not so much on a day like today after a seven-hour bus ride and an impromptu blackout on a roadside bench while critters closed in around her.
Her eyes had an unfortunate habit of playing off the colors around her. Hazel, some called it. Today they were probably a dull gray like the pavement and the darkening sky and the interior of his car. Why couldn’t he have violet upholstery? The poets would describe her hair in prose as mousy brown, which rhymes with blousy gown and lousy frown. Nothing about her stood out except her mediocrity and her inability to create sensible rhymes.
Grant took a seat behind the wheel and flashed her a slow-motion-instant-replay of his previous smile. His smile melted her insides to a warm, gooey liquid, but couldn’t melt the gold wedding band on his finger. Even without the band, his starched collar, matching socks and pressed button-up shirt gave away his domestic classification. Married. Like a cherished garden, he was well tended.
“Beautiful, beautiful countryside,” Ivy said. “Just breathtaking.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he replied, easing his Jeep back onto the country road. “Wait until you see the spring.”
“I can’t wait.” Her entire face ached from smiling. Muscles she hadn’t exercised much in her twenty-nine years of life. Needing to fill the silence, she said, “Funny story—”
“Funny ha-ha or funny peculiar?” He checked his side mirror before his eyes cut to her for the answer.
Ivy tilted her head and crinkled her brow. “A little of both. Anyhow, when I graduated from high school—”
“Franklin High School in Arizona, class of—”
She held up her hand in protest. “Let’s not go there.” She didn’t need to be reminded that her life was not on the fast track to success for a woman her age. “As I was saying, I craved some adventure in my otherwise dull life, so I pinned a map on the wall—”
Glancing over at her, he asked playfully, “Did you throw a dart at a map?”
“Yes! How did you know? Oooh, look at that creek.” Ivy pointed out the passenger side window. “Pretty. So, so pretty. Where was I?”
He threaded the car effortlessly along the ribbon of road and said, “You threw a dart at a map.”
“Oh yes. You’ll never guess where it landed. Guess.” Am I babbling? Yes. Shut up, Ivy. “I’ll give you three guesses and three guesses only.”
“Mystic Springs?” he replied.
She smacked him in the arm, which probably didn’t happen much to him, being the mayor of Mystic Springs and all. “Yes! How did you know?”
He took one hand off the wheel and rubbed his arm. “It’s a better punch line than Paris, France.”
“Which is sort of where I wanted the dart to land,” she admitted with a regrettable laugh that took the unfortunate form of a snort. “No offense.”
“None taken,” he quickly said. “I’d say that sort of thing happens a lot. You know, random darts landing in unfortunate places. Did you give yourself a do-over?”
“Yes I did, but you’ll never believe what happened.” How boring am I? Someone stop me, please. There’s no shame in comfortable silence. “Never in a million years,” she babbled on. “Guess.”
“It landed in the same exact spot,” he guessed.
“Yes! You’re good at this.” Wish I was. I wish I could stop talking.
“I thought about guessing Paris, France,” he said, “but again, Mystic Springs is a much better ending to—”
“An otherwise boring story?” I know it’s rude to interrupt, but he did it to me—twice.
“Not at all.” He smiled. Again. Warm. Brilliant. Kind. “It’s a charming story.”

Thank you SOOO much, Kelli, for hanging out with me and sharing with us.

If you haven't checked out Kelli's books, do so! She can be found: 

Kelli is also offering an ebook copy of Hair of the Dog to one lucky commenter. Leave her a comment and your email address. Monday, June 25th we will pick a winner.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Revisit- Thirsty Thursday- 1

Where is all the bloody rum? Well, if Capn' Jack had some I am sure he would just drink it straight from the bottle, but I tend to be a little more refined. I like my rum mixed with something, over ice and in a tall glass. Last night inspired this morning's blog because I had nothing to mix my rum with and went looking for inspiration. The web is slam-packed with rum related drinks, but here are a few of my favorites.

Blue Hawaiian
1 oz. Light Rum
1 oz Blue Curacao
2 oz Pineapple Juice
1 oz Cream of Coconut (optional)

The Crimson Tide
1 1/2 oz. Pineapple Rum
1 1/2 oz. Rum
1/2 oz. Grenadine
Cranberry Juice

Great White
1 1/2 oz. Spiced Rum
3/4 oz. Vanilla syrup (like the kind used in coffee drinks)
3 oz. coconut milk
Dash of nutmeg

1 oz. Dark Rum
1/2 oz. Peach Schnapps
6 oz. Pineapple Juice
2 teaspoon Grenadine

Good ol' Rum and Coke
1 oz. Rum (any flavor)
8 oz. Coke 

There are so many others. I borrowed the recipes from Squidoo ( They have all the letters of the alphabet and boy do I want to try each one.

So, what are your favorite rum drinks?

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Tattoo Tuesday- 2

I have a thing about biceps and tattoos. Don't get me wrong, I love me some back or chest tats, too, but a beautifully formed bicep with ink is so drool-worthy. I'm sharing a couple of my favorite pics from Pinterest that exemplify my tat addiction. Enjoy!


Thursday, June 14, 2012

Lovestruck Blog and Hop

The Lovestruck Giveaway Hop 
hosted by Under the Covers and Bona Fide Reflections 
starts tomorrow and runs through June 22nd.

Love-struck: (adjective) having a passionate or overwhelming feeling of love; smitten 

Our task for this hop was to come up with a book or a series that we have read which has left us completely smitten? A hero/heroine that makes other heroes/heroines pale in comparison to the feelings I have for my “true” love? Was I left feeling dissatisfied because there is just nothing else that can compare? 

This was extremely difficult for me. There are many books I've read lately that stole my breath, made me want what the heroine had, but in all honestly I have it good. My husband is awesome. So, to do this hop justice I'm going to actually highlight a few of my favorite heroes, and their attributes that struck me.

Valiant (New Species, Book Three)First on my list of awesome heroes would be Valiant from Laurann Dohner's New Species series. If you haven't read the New Species series, this is book 3. The New Species are humans that had their genes spliced with predatory animal DNA. It makes them alpha, dominating, possessive and hunky. Valiant is my favorite because he just decides he wants the girl, and takes her. Period. There is no real wooing, he just lets her know that she is his, and he just pushes his agenda until she accepts it. Now, don't take that wrong, she loves the dominance and falls very quickly in love. But that persistence, and overly alpha-type male is fantastic. 

Master of the Abyss 
 My next hero would be Jake Hunt from Cherise Sinclair's Master of the Abyss. This is book 2 of a series. Jake is a dominating male in every aspect of his life. This was one of the first BDSM books I'd read and it was a perfect introduction to BDSM-lite reading. Jake has his own demons he's battling, but don't all good heroes? I just fell in love with his personality and his ask-no-questions attitude. Sometimes a gal just needs to be told what to do with some consequences if she doesn't listen.

Love at First Bight The last book I'll highlight is another one of those books I keep handy on my Kindle and reread every month or so. Love at First Bight by Tymber Dalton has some of the cutest, most fun males I've read. Yes, males. Its a menage with some MM interplay. The males in this book fall head over heels in love with Emilia, the heroine, and are just beautiful to her. All three offer her something she needs, understanding, strength, humor. It is a wonderful sci-fi romance!

I'm excited to be giving away an ebook copy of any of the above or my current releases. It will be winner's choice. If I have 20+ entries I will pick two winners.

How to enter: Leave a comment on this post about your favorite hero or heroine and why they are your favorite. Remember to include your email.

Here's the legal mumbo jumbo:

- Entering this contest means you have read, understood, and agree with all rules and regulations stated.- Entrants must be 18 or older (or age of majority in your country) to enter and to win.- No purchase necessary.- Void where prohibited.- All stated rules are subject to change without notification or reason given.- Chances of winning vary widely based on the number of entries received.- Prize is as stated. No substitutions or exchanges.
- Contest host is not responsible to misrepresented/mistyped email addresses, spam filters, mailer daemons, and other internet wackiness that may crop up at the time of winner notification.

- Winners are final.- Contest Starts 00:01EST June 15th and Ends 12:59EST Jun 22th and open to International participants- Winners will be notified via email, twitter, or facebook no later than 12:00EST Jun 23rd -Respond by date to collect prize is 14 day, 12:59ESTJuly 7th

Thank you so much for stopping by and make sure to visit the other participants!