A Look At Jorja Lovett ( @jorjalovett @evernightpub )

Today we have author Jorja Lovett visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
I live in the UK with my hubby and sons who are quite happy to let me drift away into romance writing mode as long as they get to watch the football in peace. I write whatever pops into my head and so far that has included paranormal, contemporary and erotic romances. I love to create believable worlds in my books and can’t help telling my characters full history regardless of the story length.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
My book, Jackie and Her Loose Talk, is loosely based on the Jack and the Beanstalk story and is part of The Naughty Fairy Tales line by Evernight Publishing.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I was looking into writing for the Naughty Fairy Tale line and for me, the Jack and the Beanstalk story always stood out. Jack was a bit of a feckless character and I wondered how he would translate into a woman. Jackie came to me straightaway – someone who earns a living through selling kiss and tell stories – but I didn’t want her to be completely unlikeable so she has a background which explains why she acts the way she does.
* I wanted to make it a very contemporary tale, so rather than have an actual beanstalk and giant, I created Viktor – a reclusive billionaire whose luxurious lifestyle proves impossible for Jackie to resist. I loved writing this story and I suspect I’m something of a sadist given how much I tortured my poor characters lol

Describe the hero in five words.
Powerful; Imposing; Wary; Scarred; Reclusive

Describe the heroine in five words.
Glamorous; Shrewd; Calculating; Damaged; Vulnerable

They are both very complex characters lol

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
Difficult question as I love Viktor and Jackie so much but at a push I will say Jackie is my favourite character. In the beginning, her attitude to men and money seems shallow but I think that her vulnerability when she’s with Viktor erodes all traces of her hard shell. She has been through a lot and it shows tremendous strength for her to make the changes she does.

What's your favorite line in the story?
‘And just like that she traded her future for a handful of magic beans.’ I couldn’t resist adding that (grins)

Thanks for having me here today and I’ll leave you with a little taster of my Naughty Fairy Tale xx A look into the story Jackie and Her Loose Talk
Blurb
* Jackie Thompson is the kiss and tell queen, prepared to sleep her way to fame and fortune. Her latest escapade with two footballers is on course to secure her future but she trades it for a handful of magic beans…or in this case, the address of a reclusive billionaire.
* Scarred by his past, Viktor Torok hides away from the outside world. When Jackie barges into his life he lets her get away in an effort to protect his privacy. But he hasn’t counted on the unwanted attraction that rages between them on their second meet.
* Can she break through his walls and help them heal each other?
Excerpt
* A gentle tug on his wrist woke Viktor from a heavy slumber. Through sleepy eyes he could make out Jackie’s blurry form at the top of the bed. “What are you doing?”
* “I thought you’d never wake up.” Another tug on his other wrist and he tried to sit up to see for himself. With both arms above his head, he couldn’t move.
* “What the fuck?” He tried again but found both wrists tied to the brass headboard with two of his silk ties.
* Jackie straddled his waist, teasing his barely awake cock with her smooth pussy. “We’re going to work on a little trust exercise.”
* “This doesn’t tally with the ‘fall back and I’ll catch you’ scenario we were taught on the training courses. I think I’d remember the ‘tie you naked to the bed and give you a boner’ version.” She leaned forward to test the knots, her breasts rubbing him into semi-arousal.
* “Much more effective I find.” A little wiggle of her hips coaxed him into a full hard-on and she couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes. “Now, why are you so reluctant for me to go down on you?”
* He admired her direct approach; it didn’t leave room for lies. “It’s a delicate piece of my anatomy which I am reluctant to put anywhere it could get bitten off.”
* Jackie eyed his swollen manhood. “It doesn’t look very delicate to me. In fact, not too long ago I think it tried to nail me to a tree trunk. So, have you always had this phobia of blowjobs?”
* “You should have been a therapist you know. Although I think you need the glasses and hair in a bun to pull it off effectively.”
* She slapped his thigh but rather than chastising him, the sharp sting excited him further. “I’m serious.”
* “Since Carmen, I don’t trust anyone not to hurt me, physically or otherwise.” The truth finally emerged as Viktor came to terms with his fucked up view of the world and everyone in it.
* To his relief, Jackie kept her business-like manner rather than pity him. “A wise man once told me to lie back and enjoy. So—” A wave of her hand shooed him back onto the pillow.
* “Is this you acting out some sort of Domme fantasy?” Smart-mouthing her was the only stalling technique in his armory right now as panic set in. Am I ready to give myself over so completely to another woman?
* “Now you come to mention it…” She took his cock in hand and rubbed the crown against her slit.
* “Shouldn’t we have a safe word or something so you stop when I say?” Cold sweat broke out on his forehead at being totally at her mercy.
* She let go so his cock slapped back on his belly. “You’re right. Hmm, what about Beanstalk?”
* “Beanstalk?” He wasn’t sure whether to be offended or not. What size of Beanstalk?
* “Yeah. Because it leads to such wonderful treasures.” Not giving him time to preen, Jackie bowed her head and took his cock deep into her mouth.
* He fought his bindings, and curled his toes; desperate to take charge of his own body but Jackie’s mouth was definitely calling the shots. The swirl of her tongue around his shaft and the soft lips circling his girth threw his idea of careful control into turmoil. While he tried to form a coherent plan to dominate the situation, the blinding white light of impending orgasm obliterated all thoughts except the party going on between his legs.
* Just as Viktor started to go with the flow, Jackie drew back from the base of his shaft and slowly slid him free of her tight hold. “Here ends lesson one.”

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Six Sentence Sunday ~ Sunset Seduction for July 29 ( #sixsunday @6_Sunday @decadentpub )

Six Sentences from Sunset Seduction

* Close to retiring, too.
* How could she consider loving someone who once betrayed her?
* Then again, neither of them was the same person anymore. Could something work out this time? Fear stopped her from trying to find out. What if he lied or withheld pertinent information again?

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Welcome special guest: author Katherine Wyvern ( @evernightpub #FF )

Today we have author Katherine Wyvern visiting. She says, "I am the eternal dreamer who always wanted to be somewhere else, so I ended up moving around several European countries. I am now settled (for a while) in SW France but I am still escaping into fantasy universes all the time."

So, Katherine, what inspired you to become a writer?
I can’t say. I have been writing, on and off, pretty much since I can remember. One day I had a story that seemed good enough, and it seemed just natural to look for a publisher.

When did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
The first complete story that I can clearly remember was written when I was 15, I think. It was a fantasy story, perhaps five or six handwritten pages, and I suppose it is now rotting in a box of old papers in my family’s cellar. Curiously enough though, I still think the idea at the core of it was good, and it may still resurface in some future writing.

How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?

I am not a particularly prolific writer, although I did begin lots of stories which I then abandoned; I’d say I completed perhaps a dozen short to short-ish stories and one novella before submitting Black Carnival to Evernight.

What genre(s) do you write in? What drew you to write in it/them? What’s your favorite genre of all to write in?
Mostly fantasy, sci/fi, poetry and Erotica. I write what I like to read, mostly. Sometimes two or more genres overlap, and those tend to be my favorite stories.

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
I can’t say I ever asked for or received much advice, being the stubborn, independent kind, but once someone remarked on my long, intricate period structure and suggested to write in shorter, choppier sentences. I think that may have been both the worse and best advice I received. I did need to make things easier for the reader, but the sample “reworked” page that this person sent back to me was awful, as if she had no ‘ear’ at all for the rhythm of the sentence. Scary!

How do you celebrate/deal with acceptance/rejection letters?
Not much fuss either way these days. My first acceptance letter got a fizzy bottle though. Rejections will generally bring on some hours of brooding and listening to much-too-loud music. Then life goes on.

In regard to the book you’re promoting, which actor and actress do you envision playing the roles of your hero and heroine? If there’s a villain or other characters who are pertinent to the story, who would play those parts?
It is MM story. One of the characters I see very much as Colin Ferguson. The other one I can’t easily identify as any particular actor; he has the face (and body!) of a stunningly beautiful black model I spotted last year on Flickr :)

The book you’re promoting, is it a stand-alone story or part of a series? If it’s part of a series, please list the order the books need to be read in for maximum reading enjoyment.
~ Head Shy is the prequel to Black Carnival, the first novel in my Cydonian Tales series. The natural order would be Head Shy, Black Carnival, White Sands, but Head Shy can be read as a stand-alone, as can Black Carnival.

~ The series was sparked by my interest for Venice and its beautiful carnival masks, and then it developed into different directions as the Cydonian world expanded outside the city of NeuVenedig.

*** Now for some fun info… ***
What’s your favorite color?
Jade green, and any accent color that goes well with it.

Are you a cat, dog or both kind of person?
I have a dog, a horse and two cats, but I must confess I am more of a cat and horse person.

Would you/have you own(ed) a snake or some other exotic pet?
I never owned a snake, but I am very fond of them. That said the exotic pet I really crave for, is a peacock. I just love all those pure, iridescent colors. I would go out every morning and be happy just by looking at it.

*** About Katherine’s book/series… ***

Head Shy came about because the heroine of Black Carnival had so many unanswered questions about the hero and his male lover. I was curious too, so I began to think about them, and how they had met, and what was their story. It was written in a very short time (for me) because the characters were very much alive in my imagination at the time, and they really did most of the work.
Blurb ~
~ On the desert planet Cydonia, where the Sand Riders work for the colonists’ scientific Institute, Lune, a naturalist and explorer, is assigned a new trainee, a young Rider supposed to follow him everywhere to learn the skills of his trade.
~ Lune would gladly be spared the trouble, especially when informed that the boy has been formerly apprenticed to a vicious and abusive Rider, and likely to be difficult and traumatized. But when Laz’law, a stunningly beautiful, fiercely touchy creature as wary as a three month’s foal enters his life, Lune has no choice other than to employ his horse-whisperer’s patience to earn his trust and win his love.
Warning: MM

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Thank you for joining us here today, Katherine! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your work. Would you like to have a contest?

Giveaway, yes. I will choose a winner on July 30th. Readers, just leave a comment with an email or other easy contact. The prize is a PDF copy of Head Shy.

A Look At Shiela Stewart ( @decadentpub @ShielaSue )

Today we have author Shiela Stewart visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
I’m a mother of three grown children ages 16, 20 and 24 and have been married to a wonderful man for 26 years. He has been my rock and pushed me submit my work. He had more faith in me than I did. I love to write which is obvious, but aside from creating wonderful characters and putting them in precarious situations, I love to draw, write poetry and songs though it’s been a while for both. I apparently inherited the creative gene in my family which ticks my siblings off. LOL I recently completed a screenplay course and I hope to get one of my book made into a movie.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
Offer the Demon, Book 2 in my Demon series. The first book Is Awaken the Demon.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* As you can tell from the title, the story is about Demon’s. While writing the first book which is about Draco Starr looking for the Missy Green, the half human half demon to make his wife it came to me. Demons aren’t allowed to mate with humans so Draco committed the ultimate sin when he marries Missy. Wanting a child, well, Satan just wouldn’t go for that. He can’t control humans the way he can control his demons. He finally agrees to allow them to have a child with a stipulation. That child becomes his servant at the age of 21.
* I thought…how interesting it would be to have a female working for Satan as death, doing his job and hating it. We always see men portrayed as death, portrayed as evil and minions to Satan. I wanted something different. Thus, Aurora Starr was born. But I didn’t want an ordinary subservient woman; no I wanted a rebellious, determined female. And I wanted her to do everything and anything to have the love her parents have, even if it meant standing up to Satan to get it.

Describe the hero in five words.
Scott Monroe: Kind, Generous, Giving, Determined, Strong

Describe the heroine in five words.
Aurora Starr: Cocky, Determined, Rebellious, Sweet, Romantic

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
I love both Aurora and Scott but I have to say Hunter, the Butler, Caregiver is my favorite. He’s a back character in both Awaken and Offer the Demon, but he puts up with a lot from both Draco and Aurora. He’s loyal and it often comes back to bite him in the ass. He really shines in Offer the Demon. The stipulation in allowing Aurora to live on her own it that Hunter go with her. Aurora hates that Hunter is there to essentially babysit her and she lets him know it. There is one scene which particularly sticks in my mind and makes me laugh. Aurora turns Hunter into a Donkey.

What's your favorite line in the story?
“You don’t just pop in on Lucifer and expect him to see you.”

A look into the story Offer the Demon:
* Twenty-one years ago a bargain was made for her existence. Twenty-one years ago was the beginning of the end.
* Born to serve Satan, Aurora Starr wishes she could lead a normal life. Being a demon, that’s not so easy to do. By night she takes the lives of those Satan chooses. Despite her hatred for her job, she knows she must continue, but all she wants is to live like a normal human.
* Enter Scott Monroe.
* Tall, blond, and gorgeous, he is more than Aurora can resist. Although mating with a human is taboo, Aurora throws caution to the wind and begins seeing Scott. But when Satan makes her choose between her family or the man she loves, Aurora has had enough.
* Will love win in the end, or will Satan damn them all?
~ Excerpt ~
* About to approach them with his card and the usual speech, he spotted her. He wasn’t sure how he’d known it was her when she didn’t look anything like herself. Maybe it was the hair. Not many women wore it so long, long enough to graze her backside. It certainly wasn’t the clothes she wore, or lack thereof. The skirt should probably be illegal. The top—he didn’t want to even go there. It was her, there was no doubt. It was Aurora, and the way she moved to the beat of the music looked damn good.
* Her body floated, rolling in such erotic moves it had him swallowing a hard lump in his throat. And apparently, he wasn’t the only one affected. As she swayed on the dance floor seductively, men crowded around her.
* It was time he put a stop to this.
* He stepped into the crowd surrounding her and before he could take control of the situation, she leaned against his chest, wound her arms around his neck, and began gyrating.
* He probably should put an end to this, his mind was all but screaming it, but his body refused to listen. Putting his hands on her hips, he swayed to the beat with her.
* Slowly, seductively, she turned, and her eyes widened with surprise. “Scott? Well, you certainly know how to move.”
* Gathering his thoughts, Scott grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her away.
* “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
* He didn’t answer until they were outside the club and far enough away from the crowds. “Getting you out of there.”
* She jerked her arm free. “I wasn’t ready to leave.”
* “Well, now you are.” When she turned back to the noisy club, he grabbed her arm. Before she could protest, he slung her over his shoulder, getting a perfect view of those gorgeous, shapely legs. Sucking in his lust, he carried her to his car.
* “Put me down!” She wiggled, kicking her legs, which he held down for his own safety. “I said put me down!”
* He did, but not before he’d unlocked his car. Setting her in the passenger seat, he shut the door and engaged the locks with his key fob. He unlocked his door, climbed into the driver’s seat, and was instantly bombarded by her attitude.
* “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
* He slammed the car into drive and sped off. “Taking you home.”

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Six Sentence Sunday ~ Sunset Seduction for July 22 ( #sixsunday @6_Sunday @decadentpub )

Six Sentences from Sunset Seduction

*Restlessness crawled through her, set her on edge. She hurried over to the kitchenette and poured herself a glass of Shiraz. The stemware wobbled in her fingers as she brought it to her mouth. After consuming half the wine, she placed the vessel back on the counter and gripped the edge.
*Damn my nerves. She hated feeling so off-kilter and not being able to gain a handle on herself.

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Welcome special guest: author K. Williams ( @kitten2010_LIT @evernightpub #FF )

Today we have author K. Williams visiting. K. Williams is a college student living in Texas. She is married to Iraq veteran Specialist J. Williams of the United States Army. They are the proud fur-parents of a hyperactive Chihuahua named Ringo and all her book money is stowed away to their funds for when they start their family.

So, K, what inspired you to become a writer?
I always had an imagination much too active for my own good. I started writing to get that out of my system.

When did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
I wrote a story all through high school I think it ended up being around 50K. Tragically (and I mean TRAGICALLY) the file is lost. I don’t even remember if it was any good, but it was my first ever story and now it’s gone. Moving on, before I cry…

How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?
Aside from the *sob* Lost Work, I really only completed 2 or 3 before I started thinking about publishing.

What genre(s) do you write in? What drew you to write in it/them? What’s your favorite genre of all to write in?
Primarily, I write M/M but for this Naughty Fairy Tale I gave M/F/M a try. Mostly I write the characters and they tell me where they want to go. My favorite to write is M/M. I suppose I’m just really in touch with my inner gay man.

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
That’s a tough question. I guess the best advice comes from my friend, G. He’s always there to kick me when I need it. His best advice came after I got published. He told me not to worry about any added pressure because I’m still the same person. I don’t think I’ve actually ever received any bad advice.

How do you celebrate/deal with acceptance/rejection letters?
I’ve only been rejected once and when that happened, I basically said, “Screw you guys, I’m going to Evernight.” Then when Hero got accepted with EP I did a marathon happy dance and then drank way too much vodka.

In regard to the book you’re promoting, which actor and actress do you envision playing the roles of your hero and heroine? If there’s a villain or other characters who are pertinent to the story, who would play those parts?
Hmmm. For the role of Darcy, the heroine, I imagined Emma Stone with black hair. The hero, Aric, I pictured Tyler Hoechlin. I have to say the villianess was inspired by Charlize Theron in Snow White and the Huntsman.

The book you’re promoting, is it a stand-alone story or part of a series? If it’s part of a series, please list the order the books need to be read in for maximum reading enjoyment.
It’s a stand-alone piece inspired by the movie I mentioned above.

*** Now for some fun info… ***
Are you a cat, dog or both kind of person?
I’d have to say both. I can’t pick one or the other since I own both.

Which do you prefer: rain or sun & warm weather or cold weather?
I love cold, rainy weather. It’s perfect for writing, because I can sit by the fire and sip whiskey and feel classy instead of dorky. Because…you know, it’s raining and cold.

Are you a morning person or night owl?
Total night owl. Left to my own devices, I go completely nocturnal.

*** About K’s book/series… ***

Blurb: Darcy King has had enough. With a sexy distraction, she manages to escape from the guards at North Tower, where she has been a virtual prisoner since her stepmother sent her there nine years ago. After wandering through the forest, she encounters seven outrageous drag queens and begins dancing at their night club under the stage name Snow White.
~ Aric Hunstman was hired to kidnap Darcy, but finds he is helpless against her beauty. He changes his ways and when Darcy’s friend, Nick Prince, discovers that Darcy just might be the rightful heir to her father’s fashion empire, he dedicates himself to helping her claim her birthright. After a poisoned martini nearly derails their plans, Nick and Aric can’t seem to get over their disagreement about which one of them deserves Darcy’s affections.
~ Darcy is tired of others directing her life and decides to finally start taking what she wants.
Interesting Tidbits: One thing that I really hope the readers catch on to is the inside joke behind the drag queens’ names. I don’t want to give it away, but anyone who figures it out needs to contact me so I can give them virtual high fives.

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A Look At Rebecca Brochu ( @RayShippou @evernightpub )

Today we have author Rebecca Brochu visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
~ I am proud to say that I live in a small town in North Carolina, surrounded by fields and fresh air. Naturally I spend most of my days crouched in front of a keyboard or curled up with a book.
~ As an avid video game and anime enthusiast, it is an understatement to say that I have a vivid imagination. With a collection of games, dvd's, and books that number too many to count I am often neck deep in some fantasy world.
~ I am also the proud owner of two haughty cats and one encouraging dog.
~ I first stepped into writing through the dangerous world of fanfiction. If not for the wonderful people that I met there I would have never had the courage to submit my first novella.
~ I truly do owe it all to the readers.
~ Thank you so very much.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
The book that I'm going to tell you about today is called Love in the Land of Fire and it is the first book in the Shangri-La Series.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
Honestly this story was something that I'd been kicking around in the back of my mind for a while after I started learning more and more about the BDSM lifestyle. It started out as a small idea about a world where everyone was classified as either dominate or submissive and it kind of snowballed from there.

Describe the hero in five words.
Hmm to describe Josiah in five words I would have to go with: Controlled, Deadly, Devoted, Quick and Ruthless.

Describe the other hero in five words.
Rafe my other hero could be described as: Fiery, Intelligent, Loyal, Underestimated, and Wounded.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
My favorite character in the book would actually have to be a side character named Gar Druce who is a friend of my hero Josiah and someone who I quickly became attached to. Gar's a bit awkward but he's amazingly capable and I'm looking forward to writing his story next.

What's your favorite line in the story?
"Begged for me like he never would for you because you’re nothing."

A look into the story ~ Love in the Land of Fire
~ Blurb ~
In a world where one is either the ruler or the ruled Enforcer Josiah Marx, a dominate who’s almost given up on finding a partner, takes a case and finds himself drawn to Rafe Zweil, a submissive with a complicated past. Can the two overcome all the obstacles that stand before them and between them to find love in the Land of Fire?
~ Excerpt ~
~ “Shit!” Josiah immediately holsters his gun, wraps one hand around Rafe’s shoulder and spins him around until they’re face to face. Anger flares through him, anger at himself for not recognizing the other male sooner, anger at Rafe for not being where he was supposed to be in the first place. It all comes spilling out of him before he can think twice about it.
~ “What in the fuck were you doing? What in the hell possessed you to leave the apartment? I’ve seen your test scores, Zweil, so you’ve got no excuse for acting like a fucking idiot!”
~ Josiah shakes Rafe hard once before letting go of the submissive as if burned. Raking a hand through his blond hair he stalks towards the nearest switch and turns the dial all the way up until the apartment is flooded with light. In the now bright room he can see Rafe’s face clearly, can see an anger that matches his own rising up in the man, which is at odds with the mostly meek behavior he’s shown to Josiah since they’ve been together.
~ “I wasn’t aware that I was a prisoner, Marx, or that you’re apparently my warden. Although I suppose that was a foolish assumption to make. After all a cage is still a cage even if the bars are pretty this time around.”
~ “Damn it all to hell, Rafe, that’s not what I meant and you fucking know it!”
~ “Are you sure about that, Josiah? Do you really not want to keep me locked away, hidden from the outside world like every-fucking-body else seems to?”
~ Josiah has no control over himself as he lunges forward, buries one hand in Rafe’s silky hair and yanks the submissive forward. Their lips meet harshly, all teeth and no finesse and Josiah runs his tongue roughly along the seam of Rafe’s mouth, a pleased growl rumbling in his chest when the he opens for him. Josiah sweeps inside, his tongue tangling hotly with Rafe’s even as he begins to crowd the submissive against the nearest wall.
~ They fit together perfectly, the long lean plains of Rafe’s body slotting into the more thickly muscled valleys of Josiah’s as if they’d been carved from the same single piece of stone, broken and divided and only now reunited. Josiah groans low in his throat at the feel of Rafe pressed against him and his cock hardens instantly at the combined sensations of touch and taste. Rafe echoes his groan and the sound of pleasure from the submissive doubles Josiah’s arousal, making him helpless to do anything but press closer, driving their bodies together and Rafe further against the wall.
~ Their tongues slide against and around each other, spit slick and eager to taste, to consume one another. Josiah knew it would be like this, knew it would be perfect and all-consuming the moment he laid eyes on Rafe. His hand loosens its tight grip in Rafe’s hair and slides slowly through the cool, thick locks to curl firmly around the back of the submissive’s neck, unable to control the impulse to completely dominate the other male. Rafe breaks the kiss, gasping for air and moaning openly as his head tips back, pressing deeper into the grip on his neck and exposing his throat and collar to Josiah’s hungry gaze.
~ It’s an instinctual move, the desire to show off for a dominant, the urge to entice a fitting and worthy partner with his unclaimed status, and the sight of it has Josiah practically snarling in victory. Rafe wants him as well, wants to be claimed on some level as much as Josiah wants to be the one doing the claiming. If he didn’t, if their desires didn’t match to some degree, Rafe would not respond so beautifully, would not be showing off his collar and trying to entice Josiah into claiming him.
~ His hand tightens slightly, as his head dips down until he can taste Rafe’s neck, can rack teeth and tongue across the tempting expanse, and suck tiny bruises into the vulnerable skin. He runs his tongue across the smooth surface of the collar, tongue flirting with the inlaid rubies and dragging lightly across the sensitive area where silver meets skin. Rafe bucks against him and Josiah tightens his hand in reprimand, pleased and aroused when he can actually feel Rafe’s knees weaken at the silent command even as the submissive obeys and stills.
~ Josiah pulls himself away from the mesmerizing taste and feel of Rafe, dragging his lips and tongue up across the exposed side of his neck so that he can whisper hotly in the submissive’s ear.
~ “Such a good boy, Rafe, such a sweet, beautiful boy. You were made to be ruled, made for me to own.”
~ He claims Rafe’s mouth in another searing kiss, reveling in the breathless gasp and shaky moan it prompts.
~ “You’ll be so pretty for me, won’t you? So sweet and delicious when I have you begging, wanting what only I can give you. I can’t wait to have you bare and spread open before me.”
~ Rafe shudders, a full body tremor that Josiah can feel perfectly, and it goes straight to his cock. He urges Rafe’s arms above his head with his free hand before grasping them both tightly and pinning them back against the wall. He feels Rafe go still against him, the tiny, almost unnoticed rocking of his hips stopping abruptly, but it doesn’t really register with him, doesn’t penetrate the fog of lust and need that’s slowly taking him over.
~ “P-Please, Josiah.”
~ The plea comes out quietly, almost too quietly, and when Josiah hears it he takes it as a plea for more, more touch, more sensation. Just more. So he rocks his body against Rafe’s again as he mouths at the sensitive skin behind his ear. He loves the feel of his cock rubbing against the submissive’s, even muted as it is by the multiple layers of leather and cloth. It’s a heady feeling, something he wants more of even though it’s enough to drive him mad. He wants Rafe bare, wants to feel all of that silky skin against his own as he takes the other man down and apart.
~ “Oh the things I’ll make you do. I’ll make you love me and what I can give you.”

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Six Sentence Sunday ~ Sunset Seduction for July 15 ( #sixsunday @6_Sunday @decadentpub )

Six Sentences from Sunset Seduction

   She’d flown in with her cousins, whom she’d just vacationed with in Grand Cayman, using Las Vegas as a quick stopover before heading back to New York City. Her main reason for being in the Entertainment Capital of the World would happen soon. Her date. God forbid it didn’t live up to her expectations.
   When one of her coworkers told her about Madame Evangeline and her exclusive online dating service, 1Night Stand, she didn’t think much of it at first, but when her three cousins went through relationship hell, she wanted to do something for them. Her own single status wasn’t a big deal.

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Welcome special guest: author Doris O'Connor ( @mamaD8 @evernightpub #FF )

Today we have author Doris O'Connor visiting. Mum of nine and hopelessly romantic day dreamer, Doris likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.



So, Doris, what inspired you to become a writer?
I've devoured books from the minute I learned to read. I was an only child with an overactive imagination, so books became my friends, and I started to make up my own stories in my head. As a teenager I wrote countless stories, as an adult life got in the way. Then in September 2010 a friend entered the New Voices competition, and I thought to myself why not give it a go? I didn't get anywhere in that competition, but I have been writing ever since.

When did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
~ My first story stemmed from the competition I mentioned above. It was called 'What are the Odds?' and it involved mum of three Sylvia, who's son literally runs an A-list movie star off his feet. Said movie star sees a publicity chance and they embark on a pretend relationship to improve his ailing image. The first version was just over 50 K long, and littered with cliché's lol.
~ I did sub an improved version of that original story, but again did not get anywhere. Not at all surprising when I look back at it now. I did get lots of encouraging feedback. So, taking all of that into account, I completely rewrote the story from scratch and turned it into an Erotic Romance. Re-named Scandinavian Scandal and with little resemblance to the original version bar the H/H, my sexy Swede Sven was my first contract back in August 2011, swiftly followed by Awakening and Lure Of The Blood, which turned out to be my Debut Novel in the end, releasing mere days before Scandinavian Scandal in November 2011.

How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?
Five, and yes they are all published now :)

What genre(s) do you write in? What drew you to write in it/them? What’s your favorite genre of all to write in?
I write contemporary and paranormal Erotica and Erotic Romance, BDSM, Ménage, and F/F. A bit of a mixed bag, really. Not a conscious decision on my part. I simply write what my characters tell me and what fits the story. If I had to pick a favorite genre it would be Paranormal BDSM and Ménage. So much fun to write!

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
~ Best: Write every day. Fall in love with your hero. Dig deep with the emotions. Write what comes naturally, not what you think you 'ought' to. It's ok to wing it.
~ Worst: Plot your story in advance (This does not work for me. Not one word gets written, lol.) You need to pick your genre and stick with it. (Why? Again, not the way my muse works.)

How do you celebrate/deal with acceptance/rejection letters?
~ Ah the dreaded rejection letter. I've got a nice little collection of those! I do the very grown-up thing of sulking, stamping my feet, rally at the injustice of it all, eat too much chocolate, have a good cry.
~ Then I give myself a shake; look at any feedback, if I was fortunate enough to get any. Put manuscript to one side to let it simmer. Start another story and eventually go back to the manuscript, fix what needs fixing and re-submit. I have yet to give up on a story. You can always make it better!
~ Acceptance: I squuee. I run around the house like a demented loon. I tell everyone! I eat chocolate! I start the next story :)

In regard to the book you’re promoting, which actor and actress do you envision playing the roles of your hero and heroine? If there’s a villain or other characters who are pertinent to the story, who would play those parts?
~ Ooohh, now well. Ink would be Vin Diesel, because he was my visual Inspiration for him.
~ Rose McGowan for Cherie.
~ Noah Stewart for Grisha. I know he's not an actor, but that smile of his, that's Grisha through and through.

The book you’re promoting, is it a stand-alone story or part of a series? If it’s part of a series, please list the order the books need to be read in for maximum reading enjoyment.
~ Tiger Scars is book 2 in my Club Ink series. Riding her Tiger is book 1. They stand on their own, but they are best read in sequence :)
~ I actually never intended to write this series. The original idea for Riding her Tiger was sparked by an Anthology call called Keyboards and Kink. It was supposed to be a simple, contemporary D/S story, and then out of the blue my hero announced that he was in fact a tiger shifter. My heroine goes to the bar in Club Ink and orders a Black Russian (the drink) and up pops a Siberian Tiger, called Grisha, and the series was born. Grisha was one of those characters that muscled in and changed everything. Such are the joys of a panster.
~ He has been growling at me to write his story in book three and already another character has popped up for a possible book four!

*** Now for some fun info… ***
What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
Vanilla, which gives me the giggles, 'cause I write BDSM ;-)

Are you a cat, dog or both kind of person?
Definitely both. We have two cats and two dogs :)

Are you a morning person or night owl?
Anyone who knows me is fully aware of the fact that you take your life in your hands, if you approach me first thing in the morning, unless you're bearing coffee. In my ideal world I stay up most of the night and you won't see me until midday the next day. Not entirely compatible with young children and family life however, hence coffee is the elixir of life, as far as I'm concerned. 'Cause I never manage to go to bed before midnight at the earliest, and during school days I need to be up at 6.30 am.

*** About the book… ***
~ Blurb ~
~ Can some scars ever truly heal?
~ Cherie ran away from Ink once. She is not going to get the chance to do so again, but helping her heal will take all of his skills as a Dom. Using Shibari, Knife play, and Ménage sex, he shows her that pleasure can be found in the things that haunt her.
~ Emotionally and physically scarred Cherie has sought refuge at Club Ink, where she keeps everyone at arm's length. When Ink forces her to face up to her demons, does her submission hold the key to her future happiness? Or will their shared past destroy them once and for all?
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Tiger Scars pushed my writing boundaries rather a lot and I found parts of it very difficult to write. Research wise, I lost happy hours looking up Shibari, Fire, and Knife play, and generally speaking delving deeper into D/S relationship dynamics. It's been a steep learning curve and I'm sure my Google history must look very interesting, lol.
~ Excerpt ~
~ Cherie couldn't have heard him right? Her heart beat frantically. There was a rushing in her ears, and the deep yearning of want pumped through her veins, as the never far away dark memories threatened to engulf her anew. He stood watching her, arms now crossed over his chest, every molecule in his being solely focused on her. The noises of the club faded away, their awareness of each other cocooning them in their own little bubble of reality. What did he mean, would she let him try? Try what?
~ She didn't realize she had said that out loud, until Ink sighed. He was close enough for the action to raise the fine hair curling over her damp neck, and she held her breath when he tucked at the few strands and lifted them away. With the same care he'd traced the tats on her arms, he traced the faint mark of his possession on her neck, and her tiger purred in recognition of its mate. His tiger's answering growl of possession trembled through her. Cherie braced herself for the inevitable flood of adrenaline, as he stepped closer still, caging her in against the side of the bar, so close to her that she felt his chest rise and fall with his measured intake of breath, a direct contrast to her own shallow breaths that were starting to make her feel light headed. He dipped his head and inhaled, the slight stubble on his face scraping against the delicate skin on her neck and creating delicious friction. He dropped a feather light kiss on her pulse point, licked along the side of her jaw and then traced the contours of her lips with his rough tongue. Her eyes fluttered shut at his encouraging murmur, and she opened instinctively at his whispered command of, "Open for me, baby girl. Let me in."
~ His tongue swept past the barrier of her lips, but instead of the forceful invasion she was expecting, the tender exploration stunned her. His hold on her hair loosened, and he trailed his hands down her sides until he cupped the globes of her ass, lifting her higher into him until her feet dangled off the floor. She whimpered her need into the kiss, and he took it deeper, his tiger's growl rolling through her when she kissed him back, hesitant at first, and when the dreaded waves of panic didn't materialize, with increasing urgency. Her own hands snug up his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, and he ground his hips into her pussy, as she locked her legs around his waist.
~ "As marvelous as this display is, you're needed on stage, Ink."
~ Grisha's amused drawl broke through their sensual haze, and Cherie froze. Ink released her mouth with one small nip to her bottom lip and perched her on the side of the bar.
~ "Didn't think vanilla was your style, boss." Cherie held her breath at the murderous expression darkening Ink's features, all too aware that her fingers were still curled into the straps of Ink's vest, her ankles locked behind his tightly clenched butt. She hastily dropped her legs, but before she could uncurl her fingers, Ink grabbed hold of her wrists.
~ "Shut the fuck up, Grisha, and mind your own business. I'll be there in a minute."
~ "A minute will be a minute too late."
~ Cherie jumped at Ink's threatening growl in response. Clearly Grisha had a death wish today. She winced as Ink's claws ran out, scraping along her wrists, his tiger's eyes briefly connecting with hers, before he roared at Grisha, baring his beast's full set of lethal looking teeth. Grisha threw his hands up and took a step back, his own tiger bowing down to the superior male, even though had he shifted completely, every one of his hackles would have been raised.
~ Ink's tender kiss to the inside of Cherie's wrists focused her attention back on him. As rapidly as he'd changed he was back to his human self, his amber eyes warm and comforting, as he cupped her chin.
~ "The fleabag is right on one count. I need to be up on that stage. Now, I know this will be hard on you, but I want you to watch the show. Can you do that for me, baby girl?"
~ "I … I…" Cherie swallowed past the rising surge of panic. Ink smiled at her, his thumb swiping across her bottom lip, the pressure on her chin just enough to keep her focused on him. The just reawakening submissive part of her wanted to please him, wanted to agree, even enjoy the spectacle of the show, but ropes and cages would never again be a source of pleasure for her. She had almost hyperventilated earlier, just walking past the display cages being set up on stage. Cages meant pain and humiliation and loss too intense to allow herself to dwell on it.
~ "I won't make you. This is your choice. Everything is your choice, baby girl. You know that, right?"

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Thank you for joining us here today, Doris! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your work.

Doris says, "I would love to do a Giveaway. Simply leave a comment (& your email) to win a PDF copy of Tiger Scars. Winner will be announced on Monday 16th.

A Look At Adonis Devereux ( @AdonisDevereux @evernightpub )

Today we have author Adonis Devereux visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
Thanks for having us today! Hi, we’re the husband-wife writing team of Adonis Devereux. You know what’s different about us? I’m sure you’re all aware of how it’s trendy for romance novels to have both the heroine’s and the hero’s points of view. Well, since we’re a husband-wife writing team, we have the advantage of the right writer writing the right gender. The Mr. writes the chapters with the hero’s POV, and the Mrs. writes the heroine’s!

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
We are proud to talk about our newest release, The Soldier's Lotus. It is, in a way, part of a series, in that all of our novels so far have been set in Gilalion. Gilalion is a rich fantasy world, a pet project of both halves of Adonis Devereux for over 15 years. Each novel can stand alone, but it is helpful to follow them in chronological order. For The Soldier's Lotus, the two stories most useful to have read are Bride for the God-King and Love Comes Twice. Neither are necessary, though.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
We made it up out of thin air over coffee dates and long walks in the country. We always start every story with the hero and heroine, then move to plot. The chemistry has to be there; they have to have a reason to be together or the plot doesn't work.

Describe the hero in five words.
Massive, brave, kind, selfless, noble.

Describe the heroine in five words.
Cunning, intelligent, beautiful, dangerous, courageous.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
Kamen, the friend of the hero and the heroine's rival. See, Kamen loves the hero, his best friend, and the heroine is jealous of their friendship.

What's your favorite line in the story?
"Their mouths touched, and he felt from her such passion and tenderness at the same time, as if it were their first and last kiss."

A look into the story...
Title: The Soldier's Lotus
~ Blurb ~
   One death. Saerileth had trained all her life for one death. From the time her clan had been massacred when she was five years old, until now, thirteen years later, Saerileth has sought one death. Now that she has attained the rank of full-blown Lotus, she has been sent by the Red Lotus guild to the foreign city of Arinport. But Saerileth has other plans, and the one death she seeks is more to her than the guild's plans for her. Saerileth's plans go awry, however, when she meets Darien, the brave soldier from her past, whom she had never expected to see again.
   Darien alters everything, simply by being there, and Saerileth is swept up into a world of intrigue and assassination that makes seeking her one death even harder. But her mission of vengeance is difficult to reconcile with being the soldier's Lotus, and in the end, Saerileth's choice will affect three nations.
   Be Warned: multiple partners, ménage sex, anal sex, m/m sex, spanking, erotic asphyxiation.
~ Excerpt ~
   “I must enter you now,” Darien said, and Saerileth’s eyes widened.
  “Why?”
   “To prevent my crew from taking you themselves and dividing you as common spoil.”
   “Can you not just order them not to?”
   Darien shook his head. “They found you. If I renounce salvage rights to you, they can claim them. The only way to put you utterly beyond their power is to make you my legal concubine.”
   “Then why do you not just tell them I am?” Saerileth shifted on the divan and crossed her ankles.
   Darien glanced back at Kamen who stood in front of the door and looked straight ahead, bending his concentration on the invisible air. He did not make eye contact with Darien. Something serious ate at him, something that had started the moment Saerileth came aboard.
   “I tried that once,” Darien said, returning his attention to the girl he knew he must couple with. “There was no contract, no witness. I didn’t want to take the girl against her will, so I faked it. We Sunjaa are the People of the Word, as you probably know. If it isn’t written down and witnessed, it didn’t happen.” Darien did not enjoy talking about this, but he wanted Saerileth to understand. “Well, my crew went ahead and raped her anyway, and I wasn’t able to do anything about it. She was their salvage, and I had failed her.
   Saerileth stood and let her pallav fall. Darien drew in a long, deep breath. Her beauty was divine, every line and curve perfect. “Your pain is fresh, as if this happened yesterday. You are a man of deep feeling.” And she laid her hand on the bare part of his chest that lay exposed from his loose shirt.
   Her flesh was still cold from the seawater, but her touch was like fire on his skin, sending hunger through him. “I will take you, then.” It was half statement, half question. He laid his hands on her shoulders, feeling her delicate frame beneath his strong, soldierly hands.
   All Saerileth did was look up at him through her long, black eyelashes and nod. That sent Darien over the edge. He picked her up and kissed her mouth, tasting her lips as if they were fruit. She was half his size, and he easily wrapped his arms around her back, bringing his hands to her opposite sides. She threw her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and due to their size difference, she was practically perched on his massive, muscular frame. To Darien, she was no weight at all. He had carried heavier sacks of grain.
   Saerileth unwrapped her pallav from her left forearm and tossed it away. With both hands free, she ran her fingers across Darien’s close-cropped hair. Between kisses, Darien could catch glimpses of her body. Under the pallav, she wore a short shirt that left her midriff bare, and the skirt she wore, though tight, accommodated a wide range of movement. The material was elastic enough to allow her legs free reign.
   Darien laid Saerileth down on the divan and lay on top of her, though he rested most of his weight on his forearms and one knee that wedged itself between the cushions. So much for the pristine state of the divan! But to Darien, this moment made his saving it worth it. He wanted to be rough with Saerileth, but this was her first time with him, so he promised himself he would be gentle. By the way she ground against him and the way she deep-kissed, Darien guessed she was skilled in sex, but he could not know whether she had ever taken a man of his size inside her before. Considering she was dressed as if she had just come from the Dimadan, he guessed she had not. The Sunjaa were better endowed than the Zenji, and Darien was better endowed than any other Sunjaa he knew. And he had seen a lot of cocks in his day.
   Saerileth blindly yanked at his breeches, and he blindly yanked at the shirt that hugged her breasts. They could not stop even for a moment to look at what they were doing; he needed more of her kisses. He did not want to miss one taste. He was greedy for this beautiful, pale stranger, and her clear desire for him only served to make him abandon all reason. His growl slipped past her tongue, and she responded by sucking on his bottom lip. His cock swelled, and he was obliged to reach down and loosen the strings so that his cock might burst free. When it did, it slapped against Saerileth’s belly with such a smack that she gasped and pulled away from Darien. Her eyes searched his in wonderment, as if she had discovered hidden treasure. She gazed into his eyes as her hand found his cock. Once she touched it, she smiled at Darien, let slip a light laugh, and fell to kissing him again.

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