Archive for 2008
The Queen of Hot is Here
December 5, 2008 | Friends, Holidays
Hi!
My name is Jan Springer and I’d like to wish my good buddy Sloane a very Happy Birthday and to thank her for inviting me to play on her blog today. Thanks, Sloane!
First, I’d like to mention for you to take a peek around our hostess Sloane Taylor’s site and check out her hot reads. They are magnificent!
Second, if you are looking for a print book basement bargain price, you may be interested in checking out the new Ellora’s Cave website. EC is having a Huge Book Sale of up to 80% off on many of their print books! (They are clearing out their warehouse for more incoming books.) P.S. It may be slow in getting access due to the high volume of buyers so keep trying. And you must also create new member information as with security purposes EC did not forward your info to their new site.
Click here and I do believe some of my prints are also on sale including “Jude and Luke: Outlaw Lovers ” which is on for $3.00!!!! Look at the print books section on bottom.
Third, after checking out Sloane’s site and the EC books please come back!!! I’ll be throwing two contests today and a draw!!
The draw is for you to have a chance to win a free autographed print book of my new Pocket Books release “Bad Girls Have More Fun” and the contests are for my ebooks “Tyler’s Woman” and “Christmas Lovers”.
Stay tuned…
Draw for one autographed print anthology “Bad Girls Have More Fun”.
I just got my print copies of this wonderful Pocket Books – Ellora’s Cave anthology that I am in with Arianna Hart and Ann Vremont. My contemporary erotic romance “Sinderella” is in “Bad Girls Have More Fun” and our heroine Ella Cinder is one bad girl if I ever saw one! She was really fun to write about. Sinderella is also available at Ellora’s Cave in ebook format.
For this draw all you need to do is sign up for my Jan Springer newsletter. A winner will be announced in my next newsletter which will be going out in a week or so!
Here’s a peek at “Bad Girls Have More Fun” now available in your favorite bookstore or at your favorite online store!
Description
When the ladies in these erotic tales show their naughty sides, the sex gets oh so good….
Arianna Hart
Convince Me
When socialite Sareena Wilton invites gorgeous police officer Brogan Donahue into her lavish apartment to explain how a beautiful but fierce jaguar rescued her from an armed attacker, they share a passionate night of unforgettable sexual adventures.
Jan Springer
Sinderella
Klutzy Ella is a dedicated gynecologist by day, but by night, she becomes a masked vixen in her erotic performances of Cinderella. When Prince Charming stands her up, her sexy colleague Dr. Roarke Stephenson comes to her rescue for one carnal night of hot, blazing sex…in front of an audience.
Ann Vremont
Saturn Unbound
Long fascinated with the polarity of artist Izzy Kirsch’s work, deliciously sensual world famous astrologer Maceo di Silvio is sure she is holding back artistically — and sexually. So when he commissions Izzy to paint a mural, he plans to stretch the limits of her wildest fantasies and unlock her deepest desires.
Find out more: Read an excerpt
Pocket, December 2008
Trade Paperback, 304 pages
ISBN-10: 1-4165-7769-6
ISBN-13: 978-1-4165-7769-0
Stay tuned for the Christmas Lovers contest, coming right up!
Okay are you ready for a contest? Yes?
Answer the following questions and email me your answers with the heading Christmas Lovers Contest. Deadline is midnight Sunday December 7, 2008.
Join my newsletter. I’ll announce the name of the winner for the free download in my next newsletter which is out sometime next week!
You must get the following questions correct in order to qualify to have your name entered for the Christmas Lovers contest.
Here goes – The answers can be found here:
1. What is Kidnap Fantasies Inc?
2. Who gives Sergeant Connor Jordan a gift certificate to Kidnap Fantasies?
3. Which company is Nurse Tangle Sparks part-time employer?
Contest for Tyler’s Woman is coming up next!
Our next contest is for a free download of Tyler’s Woman. Tyler’s Woman is a futuristic erotic romance and book four of the Outlaw Lovers series at Ellora’s Cave.
Send me the answers to these questions and your name will be entered into the contest. One winner will be announced in my next newsletter – coming out sometime next week!
Deadline is midnight Sunday December 7, 2008.
Here goes…
1. What is Tyler Outlaw’s best friends first and last name?
2. What is the name of the law which states women are sexual property claimable by groups of men?
3. What is the name of the Wars that Tyler was believed to be dead?
The answers can be found at this link.
Have fun!!!
Time for me to go. Thanks for dropping by today and entering the contests and draws!! Thank you Sloane for inviting me to play on your blog!! Have yourself a wonderful birthday, girl!
As I wave good bye I just want to mention I have four releases coming in 2009.
Claiming Hannah – Jan. 7, 2009 – Ellora’s Cave – Futuristic Romantica (ebook)
Sex: Outlawed! – February, 2009 – Total E Bound – Futuristic Erotica (ebook)
Kiss Me – possibly early 2009 – Ellora’s Cave – Romantica Suspense (ebook)
Good Things Come In Threes – July 2009 – Pocket Books (print)
Wishing you all an upcoming Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!!
jan *blowing her party horn*
www.janspringer.com
www.velvetwhispers.blogspot.com/
Clare London Turns You On
December 4, 2008 | Friends, Holidays
Hi there, to anyone who doesn’t know me, I’m Clare London and I write M/M romance and erotica. Thanks to Sloane for inviting me today!!
I have 3 print-‘n-e-novels out at Dreamspinner Press, several short e-stories with them too, and short e-stories also with Eternal Press, Torquere Press, Red Rose Publishing and Aspen Mountain Press. All the details are on my site and my Live Journal blog, addresses below.
It’s been a terrific year for me!
With Christmas in mind, I’ve included below the links and blurbs for my four m/m Christmas stories. With different themes and heat ratings, there’s something for everyone! And I think short stories are a great way to ‘try out’ either a new author (like me *wink*) or a genre.
And comment to me here on this blog (any time over the next week) and you’ll be entered into the draw for a free download of one of these stories.
So what have I got to Blog about today though, eh? With the end of 2008 approaching fast, I’m tempted to do one of those review things. No, not the ‘Worst Grammar Mistakes of 2008’ or the award for ‘Cheesiest Sex Scene in a Novel’ or ‘Author with the Most Inventive names for her Heroes’ Private Parts’. I mean just what I’ve learned as an Author – and need to continue working on.
Pass me the envelope, my trusty assistant!
How 2008 was for me – and in no particular order:
*The year of Publishing – and of seeing my name on Amazon (a personal ambition!).
*Developing writing skills, for long and short stories.
*Meeting new online friends, some of them Real Keepers (*smooch* to Sloane).
*Developing all those new subsidiary skills – web design, marketing, editing, running contests, meeting deadlines.
*New website to launch soon with a Fab new Image! (the website, not me, alas).
And yet also…
*The year of struggle, juggling writing as yet another job.
*Coping with rejection. Plenty.
*Mislaying my Muse for months at a time (where IS that mystical holiday destination where all the Muses go when they’re in a non-cooperative Mood?).
*Meeting not-so-lovely online people and aggressive or ignorant attitudes.
So this is what life is all about, right? The rough with the smooth. The two sides of the penny. You win some, you lose some. *Go me, the Philosopher*.
But seriously, being published has been a hell of a lot more than just that. It’s involved a whole new career and a whole new adventure for me. And a whole new slant on life, both virtual and real.
The logistical issues have been mind-boggling. I write perched on the end of my dining room table and with a hubby and the Sons constantly moving around me. And shouting, of course, that being a very testosterone characteristic. Oh, and the phone ringing. And Son#1 practising electric guitar.
And the creative side… well, it comes and goes, let’s put it that way. I work full-time and am quite often too knackered to THINK of an idea, let alone WRITE anything for it. I have at least 3 novels stuck at chapter 3 because the theme no longer looks remotely interesting and the characters have drifted into bland blancmange. And I constantly battle with the reality (to me, anyway LOL) that almost everyone else writes better than I do, and soon I’ll be found out, and I’ll never get another piece of work published ever ever ever again *blub blub* *hubby and Sons collectively roll their eyes*.
You get the picture?! LOL
You all have the same issues though, too, don’t you? (umm…?!) So tell me about it!
What’s the best about being a writer… and the worst?
If you’re not a writer yourself, what do you imagine is the best – and what do you imagine we have to moan about, for goodness sake?
Who do you envy – who do you sympathise with? (just generally, not specific authors)
What encourages and supports you – what demotivates and annoys you?
And what are your promises to yourself for 2009?
Join me again on the 20th here at Sloane’s, and as well as telling you what pigs we make of ourselves food-wise here in the UK, I can talk to you about MY Promises and Plans for next year.
Be warned – I’ll be frank! (well Clare actually, but you know what I mean…LOL)
Good to talk to you, thanks again to Sloane (*the beautiful EPPIE finalist*), and HAPPY READING!
Happy Christmas!
Clare London
WHERE’S SANTA?
Dreamspinner Press
BLURB:
Chris has been hired as the new Santa at Danny’s store, and he’s just the guy Danny wishes he had on his personal Christmas gift list. When Chris has a crisis of confidence and Danny finds him hiding in the stock room, it looks like Danny’s Christmas wish will be granted by a Santa who’s very real.
EXCERPT:
“I can’t go back on duty,” Chris groaned. “It’s inhuman cruelty. I quit, as of now.”
“Tell that to Mr. Stevens,” I said. “And he’ll tell that to your college board.”
“Fuck.” Chris looked very dispirited. “What can I do?”
I really wanted to put my arm around him, but I was worried it’d be taken the wrong way. Well, taken the right way, was more likely, but that might cause me even more trouble. I cleared my throat. “Just keep quiet for another half hour or so. Then when Mr. Stevens goes for his late lunch, you can smuggle your way out. Leave the suit here, and you’ll never be recognized among all the customers.”
Chris looked down at his pants. “I can’t leave these.”
I looked down at them, too, I couldn’t help myself. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, particularly in my own groin area. It was delicious in its own way, but not when I was trapped in my work pants and realizing I should have gone for the loose fit pair this morning. “Maybe I can find a pair of shorts for you from the summer stock, you can quickly change into them.”
Chris stared at me and there was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes that wasn’t there before. “I’m commando today. No boxers. Thought I’d be too hot in these stupid thick pants.”
“You’re…too hot…no boxers.” I couldn’t seem to manage a whole sentence.
“Danny.” He said my name very softly and a bit nervously. “I wouldn’t mind changing in front of you, though. Do you know what I’m saying?”
For maybe the first time in my life, I wished I’d listened more carefully to my friends’ dating advice. “I guess so. But me…?”
Chris laughed and reached for my hand. His grip was strong, like I noticed before. “I’m sorry if I read it wrong, but you were looking at me. That way, you know?”
I nodded, not knowing at all, but damned glad someone’s gaydar was working at full capacity.
“You’re very cute.” He looked flushed, I could see the darker shade on his cheeks. “I wanted to talk more to you this morning but we didn’t have time. I’m a bit shy about this stuff, really, but you looked like you knew what you wanted. Looked keen.”
I was too shocked to reply. My mouth opened and closed again, like a surprised goldfish, and his gaze was on me, his eyes following the movement. His tongue slipped out and he licked around his lips, quickly.
Suddenly it seemed the loose fit pants would have been a really good idea.
But before I could reach down discreetly and try to adjust my swelling cock, Chris lurched forward. I stepped back, startled, and shredded packaging floated up from the floor, attaching to the fabric of my pants. My nose itched, too: I’d dislodged one of the cobwebs on the nearby shelf and its sticky tendrils were clinging to me.
Then Chris kissed me and I forgot all the mess and confusion.
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GHOST OF CHRISTMAS YET TO COME
Dreamspinner Press
BLURB:
“It’s the most horrible time of the year.” Isn’t that the way the song goes? Dan has let years of pain, indecision and upset get to his head, and now he’s managing to drive off his lover, Aaron. But one dream helps Dan find the right road to happiness.
EXCERPT:
“I didn’t know we’d be snowed in,” he sighed. “I’m sorry if you feel trapped.”
“Now who’s blaming himself for the weather?” I laughed and his body jerked behind me, like I startled him. “Maybe I need to be trapped. I need to stop running away – stop seeing life as something to struggle through, and enjoy some more of it. Make sure that you enjoy some more, too.”
Aaron spoke very slowly. “That’s not always easy.”
“No. But it’ll be worthwhile, right?”
I stayed spooned against him but I twisted my head back to look at him, making it obvious I wanted some more of the kissing. His lips were a little hesitant, but his hand tightened on my hip. His dick was thick and hot against my ass and his legs were tensing up, trying to keep an inch of distance between our bodies. I guessed he was doing that for my sake only. I wriggled up to him even closer, my head still twisted back against his, letting my tongue slide around his mouth, tasting him, enjoying him. “Hold me, Aaron,” I hissed. “Fuck me. I want you.” When he frowned, I blushed again, hoping he couldn’t see it in the dim light. “I want whatever you want to give me. Unless you’ve changed your mind – don’t want to inflict yourself on me any more.”
He stared at me. “Is this another joke?”
I didn’t answer with words. The night was getting too dark and too deep to need them, I reckoned. Instead, I reluctantly abandoned the kissing and rolled forwards, presenting my back to him and my ass a little higher, nudging it against his groin. Then I lifted my upper leg and bent it forward over my body, on to the mattress. I guess you could say I was in a recovery position. Rather apt, I thought. His hand slid down from my hip to between my thighs, his breath shallower than before. I felt his fingers brushing against my balls and the warm stickiness of his pre-come at the base of my spine.
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JUST LIKE SCROOGE
Eternal Press
BLURB:
Last Christmas was a romantic disaster for Ben. But will the ghosts of Christmas past spoil his chance of a future with Jacob, or will his dreams persuade him otherwise?
EXCERPT:
Jacob ran a hand through his tousled hair and grimaced. “Yeah, right, I see what you mean. Good time for a strategic retreat. You can share my cab. Better still, we could go on to my place for coffee−”
“The cab is good for me,” I interrupted.
He flushed. “Why do you always do that, Ben? Push me away?”
When I didn’t answer, he frowned. “I know you don’t want to talk about it. You’ve told us that plenty of times. Your break-up last year was hell for you, but I don’t see why you can’t think about moving on,”
“He. . . I trusted him.” My voice sounded muffled amongst the celebrations going on around us, but I knew Jacob heard me clearly enough. “You all told me he was a liar and a cheat, and guess what, you were right.”
“We didn’t like doing that,” Jacob said, sharply, though his eyes were gentler. “Telling tales. But we heard things about him you needed to know. You think we wanted you hurt? You think I wanted it?”
“No,” I protested. “I know, I didn’t mean that. That’s what friends do−I appreciated it. But it all made me feel like I’d messed up yet again. Just another bad date; another short, sour disaster; one more spoiled page in my scrapbook of romance.” I laughed, a brittle sound. “It’s just. . . ”
“It’s just. . . ” He echoed. “Yeah, it’s always ‘just’.” He sighed, dropping his gaze from mine. His fingers played aimlessly with the bottom of his shirt.
I got up and stepped down a couple of stairs so that I stood only a few inches away from him. His shoulder nudged mine, and I smelled his cologne, sharp and musky. A stray lock of his hair brushed against the edge of my jaw. I knew suddenly how his skin would taste on my tongue. The tang of saliva stirred in my mouth.
His gaze snapped up to meet mine. “Ben…” It was only a whisper, but that single word sounded full of longing. He looked uncharacteristically nervous, and I wanted to say something−to try to explain things I didn’t really understand myself−but he never gave me the chance. He took my arm and pulled me back into the shadows at the foot of the stairs, then slid a hand around the back of my neck and tugged me closer. Then he kissed me.
His lips were warm and tasted of fruit punch, but only for a second. Then they tasted of him, and only him—a rich and heady flavor. I savored something far more delicious than any alcohol. I’d tasted him once before−I’d dreamt of it many times since. As his tongue teased at me, I opened my mouth and welcomed his kiss.
Suddenly my memories were fresh and focused solely on this evening. I wanted to laugh aloud. I knew what happiness felt like—what it tasted like.
A moan escaped my lips, and I pulled away from him.
It wasn’t for me.
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SECRET SANTA
Eternal Press
BLURB:
Seb and Jamie argue over everything, even Christmas supper. But when they both receive an unsuitable Secret Santa present, it helps cook up something rather more exciting between them!
EXCERPT:
The temperature in the kitchen had increased by many degrees and not all of them were caused by the cooker.
Seb’s back was to the counter, the edge digging into his waist. He had a smudge of cranberry chutney on his nose. Jamie was only a step away from him, their eyes locked on each other. They were both breathing more shallowly than earlier in the evening. When Seb lifted a hand to wipe away the chutney, Jamie grasped his wrist, not harshly, but the grip was firm.
“I’ll do that.” With his free hand, he wiped the chutney gently off Seb’s nose. Then his fingertip continued to trail down Seb’s cheek, under his jaw and then along the lines of his throat.
Seb groaned aloud, a soft growling sound from the back of his throat. His head went back, baring his neck, and he swallowed heavily.
Jamie dropped his hand, leaning in closer. “I mean . . . I want . . .”
“What?” Seb’s voice was just a whisper. “Say it.”
“I want you.” Jamie’s murmur breathed heat and sweet excitement into Seb’s ear. He sounded both shocked and thrilled, but then hadn’t that been his permanent state, ever since he put an arm around Seb’s waist and pulled him in for a proper, non-cranberry caress?
Seb bit back a gasp. His body shivered. “How long, Jamie?” His words were hoarse.
Jamie watched the movement of Seb’s mouth, the drop of sweat on his upper lip. He thought he could watch it for hours. He’d never imagined quite how fascinating this vibrant man could be! “What do you mean?”
“How long have you wanted me?”
Jamie smiled. That was an easy question. “For always, for too long. Have I said the wrong thing again?” He realized he didn’t care anymore. He knew he spoke honestly and with care, the same as always. It was just that he was finding new words and new expressions now—and Seb was listening to him too. “We’ve never talked about these things; never stopped arguing long enough to discover an alternative way of communicating. Do you find it offensive?”
“Offensive?” Seb’s laugh was a little shaky. “I’ve wanted you since you first turned those icy eyes on me and told me to shut the hell up.”
Clare London, Author
Writing… Man to Man
http://www.darkpearldiva.com
http://www.myspace.com/clarelondon
http://claredivatoo.livejournal.com
Presenting– Gingersnap: Santa Paws by Lena Austin
December 3, 2008 | Friends, Holidays
Gingersnaps: Santa Paws
by
LENA AUSTIN
cover art by Renee George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-098-8
Genres: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Themes: Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Gingersnaps
Length: Hot Flash
Blurb:
“’Twas the night before Christmas…”
JR Thornton seeks redemption for his many unwitting evil deeds by dressing up in a Santa suit to deliver gifts to an orphanage, but the angry wood fairy guarding the house is more interested in blowing his head off.
Phaedra hates JR for destroying her home forest and the lives of her family. Now a caregiver putting herself through college, she’s determined to give the most evil and handsome man she knows a piece of her mind.
So why does she want so badly to sit in Santa’s lap?
PLEASE NOTE:
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
BLURB:
JR Thornton’s Mercedes pulled to the side of the road long enough for him to check his newest delivery at the construction site just down the road from his destination. Yes, the huge truck was there, waiting for his crews to return after the holiday. One repayment on the long road to his redemption. He smiled to himself. Despite what his sister-in-law had advised, JR just couldn’t seem to let go of his lists and plans.
“Learn to be impulsive, you big furry idiot!” she’d told him. Charm wasn’t known for her tact.
He was trying, dammit. That was why he had sent his chauffeur home, donned a Santa suit — God help him if any of his colleagues saw him like this — and was now on his way to an orphan’s group home on Christmas Eve to deliver presents to a bunch of kids who weren’t even there. He pushed the accelerator and eased the car back on the road.
The Lucky Charms Group Home stood isolated in the middle of his project. He’d cleaned out the rest of the rundown subdivision surrounding the group home. In its place would be a planned community with modern homes, a shopping complex, community center, and even a library and post office. The fifty-year-old one-story ranch, owned by Charm and his brother, was the only remnant of the old neighborhood. ’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. At least he hoped the children were all nestled in their beds. This shit was still new to him, but damn, he felt strangely good.
JR parked and nervously jingled the keys, feeling very awkward in the padded costume. According to Charm, who was on her honeymoon with Lucky, the kids were at an all-night sleepover party in town. All JR had to do was lug in the presents, meet the caterer bringing the feast for the kids, and leave to spend another lonely holiday. Funny how you could be lonely in the middle of a werewolf pack, even if you were the heir presumptive to the pack leader. He wished he could linger to see the kids open their presents. Children had a joy for life he’d lost somewhere along the way.
He first grabbed the big red sack from the back seat, which contained the smaller presents, just in case a kid caught him. No spoiling their little illusions. If he hurried, he could get back home in time to watch the old Rankin/Bass classic, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. He was a sucker for that movie show, though no one would believe it of him. Next year, he’d bring the disc with him and watch it with the kids here. Yeah, that was the solution. Holiday specials and cookies until they nodded off and were put to bed. Damn, why did Christmas only come once a year? He’d make a note in his planner to return next year with a holiday movie marathon and all the trimmings.
The key turned easily in the lock, and JR stepped quietly inside. The tree twinkled from its position on the wall opposite from where he stood. He hefted the bag and made one step toward his goal.
The clear ka-chink of ammunition loading into the chamber of a rifle stopped him cold.
Lena Austin
http://www.LenaAustin.com
JOINING THE PARTY
December 2, 2008 | Friends
Hi everyone. Happy Tuesday.
First let me say happy birthday to Sloane…though I’m sure I’m early…lol. And I won’t ask her how old she is because it’s never polite to ask a lady her age. 🙂
Now, my name is TA Chase and I write m/m romances. I’ve written in several genres, but mostly contemporary. I have books out at Liquid Silver , Samhain, Loose-Id and Aspen Mountain Press.
In fact I have a book coming out today at Samhain and it’s my tenth book. Wow. I’ve been published since 2006 and I don’t have any plans to stop anytime soon. Of course, the voices in my head won’t let me…lol.
My book being released today is titled Bound by Love and it’s a contemporary cowboy story.
Here’s the blurb:
Two cowboys fall in love. It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
Tyler Newsome is heading home to the Lazy N, tired of the rodeo and tired of always being his charismatic twin’s shadow. It’s time he gets a life of his own—and maybe the man he’s always dreamed of, too.
Ren Alston’s always been attracted to Tyler, but never made a move because of his own mental and emotional baggage. But after years spent taming his demons and gaining control in every aspect of his life, Ren sees the younger man’s return as a sign of good things to come.
But first, they have to deal with Tyler’s twin, past indiscretions and Ren’s brothers. Will these cowboys manage to build a strong foundation of trust and love? Or will their problems be too much for them?
Warning: Explicit manlove. Hot naked cowboys, caramel sauce, spanking, whipping and a new twist on the old fashioned roll in the hay.
And a short excerpt (don’t worry..it’s safe for work)
Later that night, Ren eased down into his chair and put his feet up on his desk. The study was dark. He didn’t feel like turning any lights on. Dialing the phone, he leaned his head back, staring at the shadows on the ceiling.
“Lazy N.” A husky, sleep-tinged voice answered.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about the time.” He wanted to smack his forehead. Idiot. It was after midnight and most normal people were in bed. Of course, when you didn’t sleep for days on end, time blended together and became meaningless.
“Ren? Is everything okay?” Tyler’s voice perked up.
“Everything’s fine, Tyler. I’m going to hang up and call you in the morning.” He started to do just that.
“Wait. I’m awake. What did you want to talk about?”
A rustle and a low grunt made Ren imagine Tyler moving in bed.
“I wanted to thank you for delivering the cattle and for taking care of Solace. I hope she didn’t give you any problems.”
Tyler’s warm laugh eased the tension from Ren’s body. He closed his eyes, wondering if Tyler’s hands would have the same effect.
“Your mare’s like my gelding. They have their likes and dislikes. Luckily, she let me sweet-talk her into doing what I wanted.”
“It’s your voice. God knows, you could talk me into doing anything you wanted.”
The quick intake of breath on the other end of the connection clued Ren in on what he said.
“Sorry. Not the best time to say something like that.”
“Do you mean it?” Tyler’s question was soft and hesitant.
“Yes, but just because I mean it doesn’t mean I should blurt it out over the phone like that.” He scrubbed his chin and grimaced at the feel of stubble under his fingers.
Tyler agreed. “You’re right. You need to say it to my face.”
“I will. We have things to discuss, Tyler.” Not least of which was the fact that Ren had slept with Tyler’s twin brother.
“I know. How about we meet up at the party on Saturday and we’ll talk then?”
The younger man’s suggestion was reasonable.
“It’s a date. Sleep well, darling.” He winced as the endearment slipped out.
Tyler sounded pleased. “I hope you get some rest as well, Ren. I’ll see you Saturday night.”
Ren placed his phone on the desk and sat, absorbing the idea of having a date. And this time it was with the right Newsome brother.
Stop by my blog or website anytime to learn more about my work.
All the best,
TA Chase
THE VANGUARD available from LSB
HOME OF HIS OWN available from LSB
OUT OF BOUNDS available from SAMHAIN
BOUND BY LOVE coming TODAY from SAMHAIN
We’re having a PARTY!!
December 1, 2008 | Contests
Hi Everyone,
December is filled with wonderful holidays and surprises. Not only is it my birthday month, I just learned that I am an 2009 EPPIE Finalist in the Erotica Category for TEDDI TURNS ON from Aspen Mountain Press! A few friends are dropping in to celebrate between December 1 – 14 and I hope you’ll join us here.
Each day I’m giving away a free download to one person in a simple contest. The winner gets to select the book of their choice from my releases. All you need to do is email me sloanetaylor @ comcast.net, no spaces, on the day you wish to enter the contest. Type BOOKS in the subject line and the title you’d like in the body of your email. Told you it was easy! You can enter as many times as you like. I’ll draw a winner each day and announce them on my blog.
Below are the marvelous authors and their days. Be sure to check them out. They’re a lot of fun and filled with amazing talent. You’re sure to find an exciting new author to read. Feel free to ask anything you like. These folks will check in throughout the day and evening to answer.
DECEMBER AUTHOR
1 Sloane Taylor
2 TA Chase
3 Lena Austin
4 Clare London
5 Jan Springer
6 Linda Sole
7 Aline de Chevigny
8 Sloane Taylor
9 Tabitha Shay
10 Jennifer Loy
11 Beth Anderson
12 Melanie Atkins
13 Pam Champagne
14 Melissa Bradley
Also, if you like bookmarks and postcards send you snail mail address to me, sloanetaylor @ comcast.net, no spaces, with FREEBIE in the subject line. I’ll be happy to send you a packet no matter where in the world you live.
Hope to see you on at least one of the days!
Sloane Taylor
Teddi Turns On 2008 EPPIE Finalist – Erotica
Romance Writer Chat Tonight
November 24, 2008 | Promotion
Please join Maura Anderson. Raine Delight, Celina Summers and myself tonight Monday, November 24 at 9 PM EST/6 PM PST at Realms of Love. We’re Aspen Mountain Press writers and looking forward to chating with you! There will also be give-aways of ebooks.
Realms of Love is having a block party! Saturday and Sunday for every weekend during NaNoWriMo at 8am, 3pm, and 7pm Eastern there will be a speedwriting, morale lifting, get that wip done or else party! We’ll be posting word counts, chatting up writing, and having an all around good time. Who’s invited? You are! Just drop by the Realms of Love and play!
You must register or log in to chat. Click on “Chat” under “Explore the Realm.” Thunder is happy to help. Email him at thunder [at] realmsoflove.com.
Hope to see you there!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than hell
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For All Writers
November 21, 2008 | It's All About Writing
Want to read a sure fire blog for aspiring writers? Or one for you authors who are a bit jaded and need a reality check? I’m happy to tell you, your search is over.
Author Tabitha Shay’s blog is hosting Lauren Gilbert, Senior Editor at Eternal Press, who has written a humourous and effective post The Importance of Being Earnest. Check it out, you’ll be glad you did.
Lauren Gilbert lives in Adelaide, Australia. To read more of her writing, you can visit her at Pavlova Parade. She is also a freelance editor. To learn more about her affordable editing services click here.
I’ll be back next week. Until then…
Happy Writing,
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
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It’s That Time of Year!
November 19, 2008 | Contests
Red Roses for Authors, a marvelous review site in England, is holding their annual Christmas Awards. This is a wonderful honor for an author to receive.
Voting is simple. Click on the Red Roses for Authors site to see the entries in both the Main and Short categories. Once there click on the email addy for Linda Sole and send her the book titles you wish to vote for.
My book French Twist is up for an award in the Short category. Here’s the cover and blurb to entice you.
BLURB:
Interpol agent Claudette D’Laquois is on the run. Dull Uncle Paul and his rundown chateau in Nice, France are her only safe haven…but she never planned on the delectable estate manager who is even more dangerous than the Russian mob boss who wants her dead.
Three weeks of overseeing operations at his friend’s orchard seems like the ideal vacation to CPA Don Hobbs. And so it was—until a French sex goddess pulls him into a world of drugs, intrigue, and erotic fantasy.
All the participating authors would sure appreciate your vote.
Thank you and I’ll be back later in the week. Until then…
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
PHOTO OP! www.aspenmountainpress.com
FRENCH KISS www.eternalpress.ca
www.myspace.com/sloanetaylor
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Studs Ranks Love Haight 5 Gold Stars
November 16, 2008 | Friends
A new hot read you won’t want to miss by Melissa Bradley, author of Dream On and the 2008 Amber Heat Wave Contest Winner Michael’s Keeper, is released today! If you like the 60’s and powerful books, then you’re going to love…
LOVE HAIGHT
by
Melissa Bradley
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-425-9 (Electronic)
Length: Novella (21k words)
It is 1967 and the Summer of Love has just begun to light up San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury. Lily Roberts, a Vietnam nurse, has come here to lose herself in the psychedelic scene and forget the horrors of war. For Joe Sullivan, a rocker on the rise, the vibrant atmosphere is the perfect place to launch his band to the heights of success.
Ever since Lily’s return from Southeast Asia, she’s been disconnected, angry and plagued by nightmares. She attempts to forget everything through parties, drugs and alcohol. Her heated encounter with Joe scares her. He reawakens things deep inside she thought were long dead, but she’s afraid to reach out, to trust in these feelings.
For Joe, his band is on the brink of stardom and the last thing he needs is a relationship. Yet Lily has gotten under his skin and into his heart. He can’t let her go, but she’s on a self-destructive path from which he may not be able to save her.
LOVE HAIGHT is a terrific read filled with emotion, truth, and passion. Studs and I read this book and became wrapped in the turbulant era. Again, Ms. Bradley has not failed to satisfy. I can’t wait for her next release.
See you all next week. Until then…
Happy Writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
RELEASED TODAY!
November 14, 2008 | Promotion
Time to heat up those chilly nights with a new book from my hot series;
Magnificent Men of Munich
LONNIE HEATS UP
Aspen Mountain Press
BLURB:
Lost in the Austrian Alps, psychologist Lonnie Copley is forced to accept help from a Hell’s Angel wannabe. She never expected to be trapped with the Aryan god in deserted Castle Flophouse.
Disgusted with cleaning up his client’s dirty lives, attorney Wolfe Deider is in major career throes. He doesn’t need some insolent woman mucking up his mind, even if she does have a mouth made for kissing.
EXCERPT:
“What the…” Wolfe ducked as slush spewed against the back of his helmet and ice slithered beneath his collar, along his neck. He had pulled onto the wide shoulder, to rest after the long day’s drive, staring across the Alps in deep thought, when an approaching vehicle broke the silence he craved. The crunch of ice and screeching tires ricocheted in his ears.
“ScheiBe.” Shit. The car seemed to be spinning out of control as it slid closer to the edge of the mountain. No one drove at that kind of speed in heavy, wet snow. The guy drove like a Dummkopf and whatever happened was just what he deserved.
Then the world moved in slow motion, all the action exaggerated. The car swung left then right, in what seemed to take an hour. The brakes screeched, metal grinding against metal, before the dilapidated sedan glided across the shoulder. It coughed, like an old man who smoked too much, and died, its nose too close to the rim.
“Hey, Kamerad.” He pushed off the old tree trunk, waving his arms to catch the driver’s attention, and fell with all his weight onto one knee. The sharp pain clouded his mind for only a second before he regained his footing.
He waved and hollered again, hoping the man would look up. Then he did; only it was a she, with fear pasted on her face.
He stumbled again then slid closer to the door handle and yanked.
Locked.
“Open it.” The cold air poured into his lungs. “Open the door,” he yelled again.
If the previous time passed in slow motion, her action was like a movie in rewind. She mouthed a few words. With a shake of his head, he tapped on the glass and pointed to the lock. This was getting them no where.
He jerked on the handle, careful not to rock the car any more than necessary. She seemed to finally get her senses back and edged her hand to the armrest controls.
The lock clicked and in a quick movement he flung the door open, flipped the key off, then grabbed her. He yanked with all his strength, but she would not budge. Damn, she still had on the harness.
He leaned across to release the seatbelt. She fought him, flailing, and the car shifted.
“Hey, Fraulein, do not move.” She inhaled deep and briefly nodded her head. “We have to get you out of the car and keep it on the shoulder. The cows below won’t produce good milk tonight if you squash them.” Obviously humor was not working, because when she glanced up, her eyes were filled with tears.
He grabbed her arm and pulled. Ripping cloth and cracking ice echoed in his head. He hooked his hands under both of her armpits and tugged until he thought he would get a hernia. The damned steering wheel trapped her knees. With a grunt and a vigorous yank, she flew out of the car, knocking the wind out of him as he landed ass to frozen ground.
I’ll be back on Sunday with another terrific read for you. Until then…
Happy writing!
Sloane Taylor
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell
PHOTO OP! www.aspenmountainpress.com
FRENCH KISS www.eternalpress.ca
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