Friday, December 11, 2015

Depression is the creepy thing under your bed

I know. I know. Months have gone by and I've vanished off the face of the earth. Well, not really, I've been hiding under the covers of my real name, pretending I wasn't being petrified by the boogyman living under my bed. Depression is his name, and the glowing red eyes of his presence has me scared to come out.

Much of nothing has been happening. I've taken a break, needed or not, from all things that make Lea... well... Lea. I'm not writing, although I want to, I've ignored social media and pretty much walked away from everything.

I look at my laptop like it's a snake ready to strike. Knowing full well I have manuscripts on there that are so close to being completed. I stare at that damn piece of technology and it seems like a dream-self was the one doing so well, balancing life and writing.

Everyone wants to know when it started... how I've slipped so far. I think, well, it doesn't matter what I think. All that matters is that I want myself back. Right? That I keep saying the words everyone wants to hear. That I'm going to start writing again. That I'm going to start acting like myself again. The problem with those statements is that they make everyone around me feel better. That Lea is finally coming out of the pit, that she's going to poke her creative mind out of the darkness and be okay. Reality is those things need steps to happen before I can be me. That I'm not doing any of those things I want to do because I can't right now.

Even this blog entry is a bunch of smoke I'm blowing up my own ass. And I know it. I lie convincingly to myself just as well, or better, than to those around me. That's the way of it though. All the right intentions doing fix anything.

So. The question is what am I going to do about it? Am I going to stay buried under my covers, letting each day push me farther behind or am I going to lean over the bed and finally stare the creepy thing under my bed of complacency in the eye?

Stay tuned.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Back List Spotlight: Accidentally Yours #paranormal #eroticromance

Cammie has had one hell of a night. Her long-time abusive boyfriend pushed her to the limits and then a freaking wolf hit her car. While clutching a bag of frozen peas to her swollen eye she manages to rescue the animal and make it home. But what’s she do with it after that? 

Ian can’t believe his luck. After a stupid decision he’s been run out of every shifter territory he’s entered. Hoping Coyote Bluff would be different seems to have been his downfall. After a bunch of coyotes chase him through the night he finds himself being coddled by a tempting woman. His canine half is already in love with her. 

Cammie’s ex comes calling, Ian’s found out by the local Alpha and the town seems bent on keeping them apart. Can they fight against everyone at once to find happiness together? Better question would be will Cammie accept Ian once he admits to being the wolf she so readily confided in and nursed back to health?

Series Teaser:
Coyote Bluff is a small, quaint town in the mountains of Virginia. With its diner run by Mama, the police force of one and a single stop light it's much like every other small town in America. Well, until you take a closer look.

Feel free to come visit Coyote Bluff... but keep an eye on the wildlife.



Chapter one- free read:

First kiss:
“Do you want me to kiss you? Is that why you’re staring at me, Cammie?” He shifted slightly on the seat and a zing of lightning shot up her leg when his brushed hers. He breathed his next words across the small distance between them. “I want to kiss you. I want to taste you on my tongue. Will you let me do that?”
Did she want to kiss him? Yes. Should she? That was a completely different question. She knew this was a dream, accepted it as truth. If she woke with a lingering affection for her dream man she’d be a depressed pile of goo for days. Keeping her distance was probably the right thing to do, but she really, really, didn’t want to do the right thing. She wanted to climb into his lap, and dig her fingers into his hair while sucking on his lower lip. She wet her lips in anticipation and almost groaned as the tingling intensified. Screw it, live in the now.

A moment after her tiny nod she was wrapped in strong, warm arms. She hadn’t seen him move, hadn’t felt his body shift, but both must have happened for her to be on his lap, straddling his thighs. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back in acceptance. She’d force her mind to not dwell on the kiss she was going to get. She could do that, it was her dream, right?


Cammie grinned at him before giving him the way out he was looking for. “So, let’s put all this craziness on hold and cook us some steaks, shall we? I’m in the mood for some meat.” She reached out and took his hand, waggled her eyebrows, and threaded her fingers through his.

The warmth of her palm wound up his arm and settled snugly around his heart, followed closely by the electrical hum of their mating connection. Walking into her home was strange. He’d spend the better part of three days wandering through her space, scenting things, but to enter it as a man was different. He knew the layout, knew how the floors felt under paws, knew what her sheets felt like against his fur. Stepping into her kitchen was like living a déjà vu moment after a dream. He knew where everything was, but hadn’t been there in this skin.

“Is it weird?”
He jumped at her question. Had he said something out loud? “Is what weird?”
“I saw you looking around with a quizzical look on your face. Is it weird coming here in this way, after being here so long in your wolfy form?”

Friday, May 8, 2015

Back List Spotlight: Angling for Love #menage #contemp #outdoorlove #MFMromance #eroticrom

Arin Walters decides that after ending her long-term relationship with her cheating boyfriend, she needs a vacation in the Montana mountains. She packs her fly-fishing gear and heads off for a week of relaxation and emotional healing.
Brent and Jared have been best friends since childhood. The abuse they suffered as children binds them together. They want a woman to share and build a life with but they’ve been burned in the past.

When Arin shows up at their fishing lodge, sparks fly and all three feel the beginning of something they crave—acceptance and love. Now they must hope that the passion between them is enough to help them leave the past behind.


She wandered across the room and grimaced when her stomach growled loudly. No matter how much she was enjoying the flirting, her body had other ideas. She climbed onto the foot of the bed and perused the contents of the tray. Eggs over-easy, toast, bacon and coffee. A perfect breakfast. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to eat.”
She watched him fold up the paper, sit up slowly and lean forward with a grin. “Not a problem. I’ll see you downstairs.”
Before she could answer him, he leaned in to her, placed a hand on either side of her legs and pressed his warm lips to hers. She gasped in surprise and that was all the invitation he needed. He slid his tongue in a slow, sensual slide across her bottom lip. She felt that lick clear to her pussy. Her nipples contracted, pushing against her T-shirt, hoping for a fondling. God, a simple kiss and my body reacts this much?
All thought flew from her mind as he took her lips in a full-on assault. One hand moved from the bed to hold her head in place as he invaded her mouth with his. Warm lips, hot tongue, moist breath. All worked together to captivate her as he tasted, nibbled and licked. He coaxed her mouth to respond, teasing her tongue until she was sliding hers against his, sparring in wet thrusts. A throaty moan whispered from his mouth. She swallowed it and answered with her own. She wound her hands into his short hair, using it to anchor her wayward body and to keep his lips against hers. Warmth bloomed in her belly, flowing in languid rivers to her pussy. She could feel her lips swelling, throbbing to the beat of her racing heart.
With a groan he broke away and placed one last little kiss on her lips before sliding off the bed. He stood watching her for a few moments with a bemused heat shimmering in his eyes. She touched her lips with trembling fingers and tried to read his expression. Confusion and exhilaration flowed through her in equal parts. Her clit throbbed, demanding the attention the kiss had promised.
“Sorry, darlin’. I was just going to give you a little peck but you’re too damn tasty. I’ll see you downstairs when you’re ready.” His eyes were hooded by his drawn brows. He leaned down and gave her another quick kiss on the lips before spinning on his feet and walking out the door.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Author Shout Out: Jennifer Denys- BDSM Weekend Manor of Decadence 2 #BDSM #eroticromance #mustread

Wanting variety in your sexual lust? Then come to Lindsey Park Manor. 

A weekend of BDSM activities for beginners. That was what James Shaw had booked at Lindsey Park Manor. He was now anxious about telling his wife, Caroline. In the past, they had tried out various implements at home, and were keen to take it further—even considering joining a ‘swingers’ site—but it was quite daunting doing anything with others! And then a shock awaits them on arrival in the form of James’ best friend. 
As they progress through the various events—cropping in the stables, fellatio in the ballroom, and an unusual fox hunt—they have to deal with animosity, jealousy and the dropping of inhibitions, as all of them grow in their knowledge of a lifestyle which is exciting, yet challenging. 
Just as the dynamics of their threesome change considerably, a further surprise awaits them at the end of the weekend. 
Reader Advisory: This is about people wanting to explore the world of BDSM – and boy, do they do that and then some! 

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Why set your story in an English country manor?

*laugh* Do you realise how many double entendres you can get from an English stately homes? In my story a riding crop is used in the stables – but not on the horses! A private tutorial is undertaken in the ‘Master’s Study’. A swing in the garden is part of a group activity – but there are no children in sight. And a fabulous ball takes place in the ballroom – with the emphasis on a different type of ‘balls’, to name but a few.

Are you going to do more stories set in Lindsey Park Manor?

Oh yes, as there is a secondary story that is going to ‘arc’ throughout the rest of the series – but I can’t say any more as it relates to a surprise discovery by the main characters in the first book.

Is it a real stately home?

Nope, just based on every one I’ve ever visited (and I watched Downton Abbey VERY closely in the last series!). But it is set in Lincolnshire and called Lindsey Park Manor after the districts of East and West Lindsey in that county. I looked at a map and found a nice big common/forested area in one of those areas and used that as the grounds for the estate.

There’s a map in the front of the book – tell me about it.

I drew it to help me when I was writing the story – and had great fun thinking about what buildings there were likely to be around a manorial estate. When Luminosity Publishing accepted my story, I asked if it was possible to include the map in the book to enhance the story and help the reader as the characters made their way around the estate. I was delighted when they said yes – and they did a wonderful job with my original drawing.

Are there any manors in England that put on BDSM events?

*sigh* If only! If anyone is aware of any – let me know!!

Is this your first story set in England?

No – the first book in this series ‘Kink After Dinner’ was written as a short taster story for this series (Manor of Decadence) and, although it isn’t set in the Manor, it has several references to what takes place there.

What else have you got planned for future stories at Lindsey Park Manor?

Hanging from the laundry racks, role play in the servants’ quarters, feather play in the aviary, bondage from a four poster bed, spanking over a sawhorse in the carpenter’s workshop… oh, were you asking about the plot?

*wink* you’ll have to wait and see!

Monday, May 4, 2015

Back List Spotlight: Forever captive #scifi #MM #LGBT #gayrom #scifiromance #alienlove

Luke has given up the idea of finding someone to spend his life with, at least until he’s no longer working for his uncle and living in a small town. When his eyes meet those of a sexy stranger after a hockey game he’s almost tempted to listen to his friends. They’d been urging him to give in and find a man to share some intimacy with. Luke’s ideals don’t mesh well with the idea of a one-night stand.

Sycita isn’t an ordinary human looking for a man to sate his lusts. He’s not human at all. Walking into the ice rink had been the best thing he could have done while searching for a male to use during his Needing. What Syc didn’t expect was the draw to not only bed but to keep the human male.



Sirens screamed into the night, warping as the sound bounced down the metal corridor. The pounding of warrior’s feet on the floor above their heads had Sycita clamping a hand over his mouth. His hearts raced, thumping painfully within his chest cavity. He’d been standing, silent and still, for what felt like an eternity. The time was ticking away too quickly. Every moment that slipped past seemed to tighten his muscles a little more. The group should have been on the ship long before the sirens were triggered. Was it that their plan had failed, or had something else happened? The last member of their crew should have contacted them by now. Had he been captured? Were soldiers approaching their hiding place ready to capture them too?
He used his claws to pinch his palm, sighing as the slight pain shot up his arm. It helped center his rapidly deteriorating thoughts. They all needed focus. Fear was their enemy and would make them do something foolish. Warriors did not give in to panic. They fought it with every molecule in their bodies until they succumbed to death or triumphed. Sycita’s thoughts stilled, calmed by the self-inflicted pain. I control my destiny. I control my mind and body.
Once his thoughts settled he glanced around at the other males. All looked the same way he felt. Fear oozed from their skin, but their eyes were pinched with determination. They were all fighters in spirit, and fear wouldn’t rule them. It didn’t matter if they were smaller males, looked down on by the hulking warriors. They’d all been trained in smaller forms of combat and, more importantly, they were set on their course.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Back List Spotlight: Bound at the Ball #scifi #eroticrom #twistedfairytales

Rella was born to the submissive race on her planet and has finally reached the age of maturity. She has hated her nature since birth and has fought her submissiveness. As the youngest of four sisters she’s watched the others go off and look for mates. This time she’s forced to comply with the government’s edicts, which includes attending the Unity Ball and taking a mate from the warrior species. What she doesn’t know is that she has already caught the eye of a warrior before stepping foot into the Ball.

Warrior Sabar is ready to take a mate but doesn’t want a weak female. He sees what he craves in the willful Rella during her Initiation Ceremony. Her sweet submission and soft cries of passion are exactly what he wants in a mate.

Can they find each other before the Unity Ball ends? Or will someone else claim her?


Excerpt :
“Remember the rules. If you answer immediately, with the truth, you will be rewarded. Are you ready?”
She nodded her head. Yes, she remembered. She was still confused by his remarks about her lips. He thought they felt lovely, yet he didn’t respond by kissing her back. Maybe kissing wasn’t as wonderful as she thought it would be. With a mental shrug she peered at Sabar, awaiting his first question. She hoped it was something simple.
“What is your favorite color?”
Her favorite color? Really? That was the first question he was going to ask? Why would he want to know that? Perhaps it was a trick question. Maybe he was going to punish her if she picked the wrong color. Her mind spun, lost in a circle of confusion. A sharp pinch to her already sore ass made her yelp.
“Really, Rella, you can’t even answer that question without thought?”
“I’m sorry. I just was trying to determine the reason for the question. I don’t understand.”
He sighed. “I asked the question because I wanted to know the answer. There is no other reasoning behind it. Now. I’m only going to repeat this question one more time. If you can’t play my little game then I will find another way to extract the answers from you. What is your favorite color?”
“M-my favorite color is purple.”
“Good. Now to reward you for a truthful answer.”
She wasn’t sure what she expected for a reward. Perhaps a pat on the head or a piece of candy. She wasn’t expecting him to lean into her, take her face between his rough palms and make her belly flutter. A moment before his lips touched hers she realized he was going to kiss her. A whimper escaped her parted lips the moment before his touched hers. Warm breath moved lightly across her cheek. The feel of his mouth on hers did something below her belt. She’d liked pressing her lips to his, but having him kiss her was so much more. His lips parted over hers a moment before his tongue slid along the seam of her mouth. Hot, wet, sensual. She whimpered against his mouth.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Back List Spotlight: Winning Isaac #fatedmates #shortstories #eroticromance

Book 4: Fated Mates, Incorporated- The premiere dating service company. They promise to find that perfect someone within three pairings.

As one of the techs for Fated Mates, Inc., Casey Michaels leaps into action when the entire virtual system fails. Working for the dating company is rewarding and fun until there's a problem. Of the two-legged variety.

When Isaac Steffens, the man she's been lusting and crushing over, walks into her office to help she can barely keep her hands to herself. The suggestion to test the interview programs has her panicking, but how can she tell him she's afraid to let the system record her reaction to him?

The surprise he planned for her will get her geeky heart pumping. Perhaps even Fated Mates employees find their 'happy ever after'.

Story #1- Byte Marks
Story #2- Justin's Desserts
Story #3- Touching Chopper

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Back List Spotlight: Made Whole #vampires #paranormal #eroticromance

Renae Gioli isn’t looking for adventure but it finds her in the form of an Italian speaking man named Alexandre DiMassone. The moment she hears his voice in a crappy dive bar she’s entranced. His strange behavior on the dance floor leaves her hot, wanting, and scared.

He’s captivated by her eyes and even as he fights it the vampire can’t help himself. Can he push aside his jaded attitude and embrace what Fate has given him before he loses her? His obsession spells trouble and lust for her. Kidnapping her was never in the cards, but he doesn’t have the willpower to let her walk away.

Rogue vampires, cougar shifters, and more intrude on their time. Can she forgive him for forcing his will on her and changing her entire life in a single bite? His arrogance knows no bounds but she catches a glimpse of the confusion beneath.


Her body needed his. She felt the wet heat saturating her panties and the throb of her clit was beyond distracting.
Taking matters into her own hands, she slowly ran her hands up her own ribcage, shivering at the tickling feel. She pushed her shirt up with her fingertips and knew the moment her nipples peaked, because his eyes zeroed in on her chest. She tried not to smirk. It didn’t matter how old or non-human a male was. Show him breasts or nipples poking through a shirt and you had them captivated.
“If you kiss me I’ll take this the rest of the way off.” She purred.
“Dearest Renae—“
“Don’t start. I know what you’re going to say and I’m not hearing it.” She pressed her fingertips to his lips to make her point. “Kiss me, Alex. Show me what someone as old as you can do with your lips and teeth. I want to be swept away, panting and begging for more.”
She barely finished her last sentence when he was on her. She squeaked. He was so fast, even when she was touching his lips she hadn’t felt him move. One moment she was pressing fingers to his mouth, the next he was hovering a centimeter from her face.
“You push me too far,” he whispered against her lips. “But I find I enjoy the challenge. You want to be begging when I’m done with you? Oh, sweet girl, you’re in so much trouble.”
Perhaps he’d gone a little overboard with her. All thought fled the moment he slowly licked along the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Good grief. Her pussy actually clenched.
Renae opened to him on a sigh. She loved the way he kissed. Intense, consuming. Alex slowly invaded her mouth, tasting and touching with his tongue. She flicked hers against his fangs and grinned at the moan that rolled from his chest. She did it again and found herself pinned completely under him with her shirt gone, her bra hanging broken from her arms and a very aroused vampire staring into her eyes. It’d taken a single instant for him to do all of that. One blink. She panted and waited.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Back List Spotlight: Tempering Steel #coyotebluff #shifters

After months of aching to be with grumpy Sheriff Connor Manning, Margarete Barrie finally gets her chance when a coyote shifter takes refuge in her home. She burns with need every time they’re close, but even she can only take rejection so many times before giving up.

Connor’s resolve to stay away from Margie weakens when she takes in his packmate. Fighting his inner animal and jealousy makes him question his decision to leave women and love alone.

They’re thrown together to catch a trapper or hunter threatening the pack. But once things start to heat up even the possibility of danger doesn’t cool the tension between them.

Series Teaser:
Coyote Bluff is a small, quaint town in the mountains of Virginia. With its diner run by Mama, the police force of one and a single stop light it's much like every other small town in America. Well, until you take a closer look.

Feel free to come visit Coyote Bluff... but keep an eye on the wildlife.



Chapter one- free read:
A large circle had been created on the wooden floor with small grey stones. In the center candles flickered and cast soft light which illuminated a roughly drawn chalk wolf head. Soft music played along the edges of her hearing.
“This is beautiful.” She whispered, afraid to break the tranquility of the scene. She felt like she’d stepped into a druid ceremony.
Connor wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her toward one of the tables. When she could concentrate on something other than the decorations she noticed they were some of the last people to sit. Each table had four seats with champagne bubbling in tall glasses. Almost everyone from town was in attendance, but that made sense with the number of folks in Coyote Bluff being of the shifter persuasion.
Margie opened her mouth to ask Connor something but he pressed a finger to her lips and lightly shook his head. He pulled out a chair next to Zeke and ushered her into it. He quickly slid into the last open chair at their table. He leaned into her shoulder and pressed his lips to her ear. “Just watch. I’ll answer questions afterward if you have any.”

First kiss:
“You… you shot me.”
“I did.”
He was already listing to one side and she rushed forward to help me sit against a tree. “Because you needed to calm down. I need to look at this wolf and I can’t do that if you’ve got him all pissed off.”
His eyes drooped. She leaned down and kissed the lines of confusion between his brows. “I know. That’s why I gave him a little more than you. He’ll be sleeping like a cub in about two minutes.”
“Sorry about being mad. She called me that before she left.” Connor mumbled.

The slurred words had her ears perking up like a fox’s after hearing the squeak of a mouse. She. Margie squashed the questions bubbling up. Instead she turned, gathered her gear and slowly approached the downed wolf. In the back of her mind Connor’s words swirled. Someone had hurt him. Some female. A growl of her own laced with jealousy and anger vibrated in her chest.