A Look At Tory Michaels & 'Prophecy of Blood' ( @ToryMichael @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have author Tory Michaels visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.
* She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.

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 I’m hyping today is Prophecy of Blood, book 3 in my Dream-Walker War series.
* Technically, the books should follow the order they’re published in (Blood Rage, Blood-Mage Rising and then Prophecy of Blood). However, Blood Rage could probably be read out of order because the Athdara/Anthony story only peripherally touches on Rising and Prophecy. Blood Rage, however, sets the scene for Rising and Prophecy.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* Oh, wow. Um…Well, I knew pretty quickly with Blood-Mage Rising that if I turned it into a potential romance between Chris & Jordan, I could never tell the full story in a single book. Their history is too complicated for them to work out the problems in their past in only a week (the time frame for Rising). I knew this book had to finish the romance between Chris and Jordan and also do something major to move the series arc along (forward the war prompted by Ares, the titular (god, I hope I’m using that word right) Dream-Walker). This is a big turning point in the war because of how the book ends, and so I had to put together a lot of little pieces, along with dump in a lot of information to set the stage for the second half of the series.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Funny, sociopath, passionate, cold (yes, I know, that sounds contradictory, but it’s true), and horse-mad (the hyphen makes it one word!)

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Loyal, determined, intelligent, snarky, hot-tempered

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Oh, wow, that’s hard to answer. I love both the hero and heroine, but in the end *sigh* I have to say Jordan. The sociopath has done quite a number on me over the years he’s been in my head. I’m rather sorry to see him go. Thankfully he’ll have a role in later stories in the series and (so the plan goes) in the second series I’ve got in mind.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* Then again, Jordan probably considered Romeo and Juliet a comedy. (You have to know more about Jordan to realize just how true (and appropriate) that comment is in describing him. He’s spent 1000 years living by the moniker The Bloody Baron, and is quite proud of his legacy of terror and pain.)

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return. * With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover the true depths of his plot to incite a world-wide species war, turning the humans against all the non-humans, not just the vampires as they’d originally thought.
~ Excerpt ~ * “Dude, next time just tap me on the shoulder.”
* She needed to lodge the protest, though her body sang at the familiar touch. She and her body needed to have a good, long talk about this situation. He shouldn’t be able to make her go mushy just by putting an arm around her. Not when they’d sated their lust so recently.
* As expected, Jordan wore a suit that evening, and it suited him perfectly. No tie for a change though, and his crisp shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. So for him, he was going for a casual look.
* The arm around her back drifted south until his hand rested on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “My way’s more fun. Admit it, wasn’t it fun, seeing him slink off?”
* He grinned. How a grown man frozen in his early twenties could continually look like a mischievous little boy when he grinned was beyond her. But it worked for him. Chris shook her head and groaned. Protest. Remember? You’re doing the whole friend thing, and friends don’t grab friends’ asses. Not even friends you bounce at every opportunity. With an effort, she leveled out her breathing. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early. I was heading out soon.”
* Even with the attempt to moderate her voice, her words came out breathy. She cringed internally. If Jordan noticed, he didn’t comment. “You need a keeper. I’ve appointed myself to the task.”
* Arrogant jackanapes. Rather than draw a scene by having a conversation in the middle of the dance floor without dancing, she sighed and looped his arms around his neck. At least she didn’t have to bother with the intricacies of a waltz. The last time she’d danced with him had been in London, the night before he buried her.
* The hand on her butt squeezed again. “What was that thought? You just scowled.”
* She shook her head. “Nothing.”
* He frowned, but let the matter drop. “You look smashing, Chrissy. Why were you wasting it on the dog?”
* “It was a dance, nothing more. Not that it’s any of your business.”
* Dozens of people surrounded them, but she saw only Jordan. Felt him as his other hand trailed lazily down her back. His lips brushed her ear as he leaned close. “After earlier, I might just make it my business.”
* Her mouth went dry, and she blinked at him. “Huh, wha’?”
* “I make a lousy friend, as you well know.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Her knees threatened to buckle. “And since I intend to be inside you again at the earliest possible moment, the ‘friend’ label doesn’t fit.”
* Oh. Wowser. She licked her lips, saw an answering flare of arousal flash in the green eyes staring into hers. “You’re not serious. Like, you want to date?” He blew my mind, but it was that good for him, too?
* “Such a dull word, but sufficient.” He drew her closer. Fire followed the path of his lips around the bottom of the dark-blue choker she wore to cover up the nasty scar from the attack that left her almost dead. He took a long sniff, no doubt smelling the Princess perfume she daubed on. “You smell good enough to eat, Chrissy. I could spend hours doing just that.”
* The already warm nightclub turned scorching. Maybe it was just her temperature.
* “In that obnoxious pink bed of yours.”
* She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to picture them in her room. It definitely was her temperature soaring, not the club’s.
* Jordan’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Arms and legs restrained, holding you open for me. No escape, no retreat.”
* Her non-existent imagination conjured the image up in startling detail, bolstered by the memory of the handcuffs around her wrists earlier. She whimpered, couldn’t help the moisture that trickled from her to soak her panties. Oh damn, no. That should not turn me on. Not him. Not like this, not again.
* She moved with the music, turning to press her back into him. His strong, sure hands pulled her hips against his in a dance they’d done so many times together, one that had nothing to do with music.
* “And the thought, being with me like that, excites you. Letting control go earlier like you did, gave you a rush you’ve never gotten before in sex.” Jordan pushed the hair at her neck to the side. Sharp fangs sank against her throat, not quite breaking the skin, his other hand drifting up to cup her breast. The fabric of her dress did nothing to shield her against the heat of his palm. “Did you sneak out afterward because of how it made you feel?”
* Teasing touches trades down her sides until he reached the hem of her skirt. His hand slid beneath to caress the skin of her thigh just above her garter.
* Take back control, Chris. You steam-roller. Men don’t do this shit to you. Nor did she want them to. Right? Except him, damn it all to hell. And he was talking about feelings? What the fuck? Struggling to keep her head against the sensuality he dragged out of her, she clamped her hands over his wrists to still his movements. With only a hint of her normal forcefulness, she said, “Knock it off, MacNaught.”
* “Or what, hmm? Let go, Chrissy. You’d enjoy yourself more if you relaxed. Remember?”
* He twisted his wrist, broke her admittedly weak grip on him, and the exploration of her leg continued. She colored, prayed no one was staring at them. The display, while making her hornier than a bitch in heat, was mild for the ‘Cor. It didn’t matter, because she flat out didn’t do public affection. None of her boyfriends crossed the line with her, knowing she’d flatten them if they pushed too far.
* She couldn’t flatten Jordan though. To make it worse, she didn’t want to.
* Goosebumps rose in the wake of his caresses over her thighs. His fingers inched upward, just brushing her mound, only blocked by the flimsy barrier of her soaked panties.
* He laughed softly in her ear. “You say no, but your body, your oh-so-pretty pussy says yes, doesn’t it?”
* Chris twitched. If she didn’t move away, didn’t break this off, the bastard would think he could maul her whenever he wanted. And what’s wrong with that? So what if he does the caveman thing? You read the trashy romance novels, and are surprised when someone acting like those alpha assholes turns you on?
* A harsh blast of noise from behind her head where it plastered against Jordan’s suit coat worked as effectively as a bucket of water.

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Z0mbie/Mayan Ap0calypse Bl0g H0p Blow Out ~ Last P0st

Hi all! Today's the last day of the Zombie/Mayan Apocalypse Bl0g H0p Blow Out and the last day of 2012!
* The other day I mentioned how I was looking forward to 2013 rolling around and that I'd talk about it today. Well, I was thinking of explaining how my year went...the medical issues that I'd been having for several years finally coming to a head, getting the better of me and culminating in a life change after a major surgery. The way said changes caused havoc for & in me over the past few years and how others reacted to me due to all this. I wanted to talk about how those whom I thought were in my corner turned out not to be, and that I hope to God they never have to deal with someone who needs help/support because their lack of understanding, empathy and sympathy is truly astonishing. I'd love to warn people and say "Don't be fooled by them. They're takers, and when it comes to backing someone else, forget about it. If the spotlight's not on them, then it's a crime because no one else counts." I was suffering so bad. I didn't need their punishment. I needed their support while it was my turn to shine, and I didn't get it. I needed their understanding that I had been physically/mentally/emotionally traumatized and was dealing with that turmoil on top of everything else, and I didn't get it. It was heartbreaking, and I snapped.
* But you know what? I want to go into the new year letting go of the past and looking toward a bright future (since the world didn't end) so I forgive them. I don't think I'll invite them back into my life like they once were because I no longer trust them, but I do forgive them. They are who they are and what happened happened. Perhaps I wasn't all that clear in my intentions for them and perhaps I expected too much, but everything that happened ~ the medical issues, losing friends, gaining new ones ~ turned out to be a good lesson for me. It showed me I have to stop the negativity and blow away the black cloud that's been hanging over me for the past 4+ years due to the medical stuff that leached into my psyche and everyday life. I still have moments - this holiday season was a bit tough due to the medical decision made at the beginning of the year - but I'm a hell of a lot better than what I was. Part of the healing came from finally sleeping again. Amazing what a full, uninterrupted night of sleep after not having one for years will do for one's mind! All this also taught me that I have to learn how to treat myself better, not rely on others for feeling any kind of worth and to learn how to forgive myself. That last part is the most important of all and may be the hardest for me to do, but I'm determined to make the changes needed.
* In 2013, I have a number of things I'd like to accomplish. On Facebook, I saw a post about a craft/positive thinking idea & I plan on implementing it ~ a jar where when you have something good/special happen you write it down and put the paper in the jar and then at the end of the year you take out the papers and read everything good that happened. I want to write and finish a bunch of projects under all my pen names. I want to do the standard resolution ~ Lose weight and get fit! I'd like to finally start playing the piano. There are some home renovation projects that need to get done too. Basically, it's a lot of stuff that I had no energy to do in 2012 even though I had a desire to pursue things.
* On my computer, I have pictures of ocean scenes and of positive affirmations and quotations. One of the quotes is "Sometimes burning bridges isn't a bad thing... It prevents you from going back to a place you should never have been to begin with." I feel that way about 2012 (well, the past several years actually.) Just want to burn that particular bridge and not go back. A few more quotes, which helped me to change my thinking, that I'd like to leave you with are: "Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option." ~ "I am free of the past. What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now." ~ "Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy. If you aren't being treated with love and respect, check your price tag. Maybe you've marked yourself down. It's YOU who tells people what your worth is. Get off the clearance rack and get behind the glass where they keep the valuables."
* In short, I've walked away from the bad, I'm not looking back & in 2013 I'm going to 'get off the clearance rack and get behind the glass.' :)
* There’s a grand prize being given away for this hop. Please visit Ashlynn Monroe’s Website for details and for other hop stops on which you’ll have to comment to be entered for the grand prize drawing.
* I’m giving away a prize for a lucky reader who participates in this blog hop! To be entered in my drawing for a choice of two PDF books by either C.R. Moss or Casey Moss (or one from each), in the comment section below please answer the question I’m about to ask, leave your name and email address so if your name is drawn you can be contacted about your win and ‘Join This Site’ via Google Friend Connect ~ the button to do this is in the column to the right.
* Also, following C.R. & Casey at these links will earn you an additional entry each: C.R. Facebook Page; C.R. Twitter; Casey Facebook Page; Casey Twitter
* Question: What do you want to accomplish in 2013?
* Don’t forget to check out the posts on the 21st & 26th to comment there for extra chances to win a couple of books!
* Looking for a different kind of paranormal story? Pick up a copy of Wild West Hauntings. For more information, visit Evernight Publishing
Happy New Year, dear readers! & Thank you!
C.R. Moss

Z0mbie/Mayan Ap0calypse Bl0g H0p Bl0w 0ut ~ P0st 2

* Hope everyone had a lovely holiday! I tell ya I'm looking forward to NYE & January 1, 2013 rolling around. I'll explain more in my 12/31 post.
* For now though... I mentioned the 2012 movie the other day and the links the advertisements used which tricked me into thinking something cool was going on.
* Well, I eventually did see the movie. The first time I watched it I thought it was pretty good and couldn't understand why the reviewers didn't like it. Then I watched it a few more times and began to see why. Sure, severe cataclysms like they portrayed could possibly happen -- major earthquakes, super volcanoes, flooding, but it was the little things in the film that niggled at me. Like out driving the earthquake damage, watching the caldera blow ~ surviving that ~ and then being able to outrun it & a flood that so bad that it stops several hundred feet from the top of Mount Everest? Really? The mountain has an elevation of 29,029 feet (8,848 m). Okay storyline & I'll have the movie on in the background when it comes on television, but I cringe at the scientific inaccuracies.
* There’s a grand prize being given away for this hop. Please visit Ashlynn Monroe’s Website for details and for other hop stops on which you’ll have to comment to be entered for the grand prize drawing.
* I’m giving away a prize for a lucky reader who participates in this blog hop! To be entered in my drawing for a choice of two PDF books by either C.R. Moss or Casey Moss (or one from each), in the comment section below please answer the question I’m about to ask, leave your name and email address so if your name is drawn you can be contacted about your win and ‘Join This Site’ via Google Friend Connect ~ the button to do this is in the column to the right.
* The question(s): Ever see a movie or read a book that made you cringe? What was the name of it and why?
* Also, following C.R. & Casey at these links will earn you an additional entry each: C.R. Facebook Page; C.R. Twitter; Casey Facebook Page; Casey Twitter
* Don’t forget to return on the 31st to comment again for extra chances to win a couple of books! And if you didn't comment on the 21st, check out that post and comment there too!
* Looking for an interesting and sexy anthology which includes a story that I wrote that kicks off a 'the world we know will change' urban fantasy series I'm writing? Check out Keyboards and Kink & make sure to read my urban fantasy/paranormal story called ‘AFK’ that’s in it. For more information, visit Evernight Publishing
* Happy Hopping and Good Luck!

Z0mbie/Mayan Ap0calypse Bl0g H0p Bl0w Out ~ P0st 1

Well, it’s 12/21/2012. Are we still here? Yes? Lovely.

* To start off the Z0mbie/Mayan Ap0calypse Bl0g H0p Bl0w Out I’m going to share part of a post I did back in the summer of 2009…
Let me say that I’m a bit of an astronomy, astrology, Mayan calendar enthusiast. Shows, articles, books regarding those subjects will catch my eye and interest. So when this commercial came on touting a group that’s been set up for human survival when the events of 2012 hit, I perked up. It claimed that science has evidence to back up the mythology of what’s to occur in 2012 when the planets align and that there’s a group that will hold a lottery to ensure everyone has an equal chance at surviving the cataclysms. I’m intrigued. Science can back up the stories? Cool! There’s a group called the Institute for Human Continuity setting up safe havens? That’s good to know, not just because it will help out humanity, but lets me know that a story line I’m working on now seems plausible if something like this is already being done. Ooh, and there’s a website. (http://www.instituteforhumancontinuity.org/) Research material!
* Then I noticed the fine print.
* “This film is not yet rated.”
* Damn. Hollywood got me on that one.
* Yep, it’s all subliminal advertising for a movie that’s coming out. (http://www.whowillsurvive2012.com/) & (http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1441959/institute_for_human_continuity_ihc.html?cat=3)
* But that’s alright. The website still provided fodder for my imagination. And, yes, Hollywood achieved its goal of piquing my interest for the movie.
* Bah, Baaaaa, bah…
I can be a good little sheep on occasion. I did eventually see the movie ~ ‘2012’ ~ but my take on it is for a discussion on another day.
* There’s a grand prize being given away for this hop. Please visit Ashlynn Monroe’s Website for details and for other hop stops on which you’ll have to comment to be entered for the grand prize drawing.
* I’m giving away a prize for a lucky reader who participates in this blog hop! To be entered in my drawing for a choice of two PDF books by either C.R. Moss or Casey Moss (or one from each), in the comment section below please answer the question I’m about to ask, leave your name and email address so if your name is drawn you can be contacted about your win and ‘Join This Site’ via Google Friend Connect ~ the button to do this is in the column to the right. Question: What was your favorite movie in 2012?
* Also, following C.R. & Casey at these links will earn you an additional entry each: C.R. Facebook Page; C.R. Twitter; Casey Facebook Page; Casey Twitter
* Don’t forget to return on the 26th and 31st to comment again for extra chances to win a couple of books!
* Looking for a fun Christmas read? Pick up a copy of Stockings and Suspenders & make sure to read my urban fantasy/paranormal story called Chasing Miss Kringle that’s in it. For more information, visit Evernight Publishing. This story is the prequel to my 'LVH Underground' paranormal/urban fantasy series I'm writing. The first story in the series - Lovers and the Fiend - is due out in January through Evernight and is a part of the Naughty Fairy Tales line.
* Happy Hopping and Good Luck!

A Look At London Saint James & 'Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1' ( @LSJRomance @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have author London Saint James visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* London wrote her first short story in the second grade. Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned. Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while. At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf, and wrote her second short story. To no surprise, it was a love story inspired by a song. Then as life does, it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while. She needed to do the “sensible thing.”
* The sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology, but while in college she traversed into writing once more, and was encouraged by a couple of professors to pursue that endeavor. She took on the world of written word, and has never looked back.
* London writes erotic romance from sweet to downright naughty. She is an author for Evernight Publishing, a member of the Romance Writers of America, and a member of Passionate Ink.

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?
Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 is the first book in my BDSM romance series of short stories. It will be best to start with Volume 1.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
The inspiration for this BDSM series sparked from a casual conversation. Two words, “Dark Tales,” poked at me. From there, I sat down and typed non-stop. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 and the life of Tristan Blackthorn spilled out upon the “pages” of my laptop as he uses Blackthorn Publishing to manage his obsession of finding his lost love somewhere within the erotic tales of others.

Describe the hero in five words.
Quiet, Deep, Strong-willed, Sexy, Romantic

Describe the heroine in five words.
This is a hard one to answer, since the main heroine isn’t made known quite yet.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
Sherri in the story, The Leathers Edge. I really liked the idea of an older woman, and her need to find what she needs.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* I suppose it’s a little more than a line, but here it is:
* “So you intend to keep up this crazy search until you have squandered away your lifetime on the silly promises of a girl who shared in your questionable taste in debauched lovemaking? Our father is probably turning over in his grave; to know his son is jeopardizing the family birthright of Blackthorn Printing, and for what?”
* “For love, Adelle. What else is there?”

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?
* Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.
* A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?
* And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.
* Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish
~ Excerpt ~ * “It’s been a long time,” he said in a voice that still sent shivers up my spine. “I was in town, and decided, why not?”
* I crossed my arms and eyed him suspiciously. “Humm…”
* “That’s it? All you have to say is, ‘Humm?’”
* “Humm is better than what I was really thinking, Marcus.”
* His mouth twitched at the corners, and I hated the fact I noticed how damn sexy his lips were.
* “Guinn,” he said.
* “Guinevere,” I corrected. I set my expression to that of unyielding stone and ignored those sparkling straight white teeth as he smiled. His wicked ways no longer affected me. I’d broken his spell two years ago, and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I was Mistress Guinevere. I was in control, he wasn’t, and I would never relinquish the balance of power out of my favor again.
* He tilted his head in that roguish way and eyed me. Heat radiated from my core. “So, am I to stand here in the hall or are you going to let me come in, Guinevere?”
* “I hate you, Marcus, so why should I let you in?”
* “Hate is a strong word for someone who claimed no feelings for me whatsoever as she stormed out of my apartment a couple of years ago.”
* “What do you want? I don’t have times for your games,” I said rather tersely.
* “Let me in. Then I’ll tell you.”
* “You’re going to have to do better than that, Marcus. What’s wrong? Have you lost your touch? If you think that will entice me, you are so wrong.”
* Marcus Warner, Master Dom, pulled out a gorgeous pair of thigh-high, red leather, spike-heeled boots from behind his back, holding them out in front of him so I could see every lovely inch of the unmistakable Italian craftsmanship on the handmade beauties.
* “You won’t let me in even if I’m baring gifts?”
* I eyed the boots before returning my gaze to him.
* “What’s the old saying?” I asked. His perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. “Isn’t it, beware of those baring gifts?”
* He dangled the boots. Swinging them from side to side. Tempting me.
* Bastard.
* I’ll give Marcus his dues. Since the first day I met him, he had my number, and during the year I spent with him, I gave him too much of myself, falling back into what I believed to be the weakness I worked so hard with Mistress Payne to rid myself of.
* Marcus sniffed the leather of the boots in his hand, giving me that smile again. He knew me well, maybe too well, and he knew those boots would be like kryptonite, cracking my will.
* “All right. You can come in, but only for a while.”
* “That’s my little, Guinn,” he said.
* “I’m not your little anything, and don’t call me Guinn!” I stepped aside so he could enter, shutting the door behind him.
* He strolled into my apartment as though he belonged, sat the boots down on my glass coffee table, and took a seat, rather casually, on my leather couch. He patted the space next to him.
* “Well, come on. I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to,” he said, releasing his sexy sideway smirk.
* I took a seat in the chair across from the couch. This was my house, and I’d sit where I wanted to.
* He chuckled, shook his head, leaned back, and kicked his feet out, positioning them under my coffee table.
* “Marcus, are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
* “To see you.”
* “I’m not buying that.”
* He shrugged.
* “Aren’t you going to try on the boots?”
* “No,” I said.
* “You know you want to,” he baited.
* “Listen. I’m not sure what you are up to, and frankly I really don’t care—”
* “I’m up to the business of you,” he said.
* “What do you mean?”
* “Maybe I let you go too soon. Maybe I regret it. Maybe I’ve decided it’s been long enough, and I want you back.”
* I snorted. “I left you, remember? You didn’t let me do anything.”
* There was that grin of his. The one that makes any woman consider her panties, his mouth, his tongue… Stop it, Guinevere. Don’t forget this is Marcus, the man you loath.
* “Really?” His onyx-colored eyes met me, and held me there with him. Stare for stare, we were locked in a secret power play for dominance.
* “We never worked well together,” I said. “You’re a dom, and I’m a dom, and neither is willing to give.”
* “Baby, you’re a switch. You like to dominate, but you also like to be dominated.”
* “No. I’m not,” I protested.
* “You always liked it when I took the control,” he said, assuredly. “With one word, you were wet for me.”
* “I like being in control. And I have no intention or interest in being submissive. Not for you, not for anybody.”
* “How long are you going to keep telling yourself that lie?”
* I stood up, pissed off and ready to rage. “Marcus, I don’t have to explain anything, justify my life and my choices, or put up with your shit. I think your time is up. I’d like to say it was good seeing you again, but that would be a lie.”
* “You’ve always lied to yourself when it comes to me and how I make you feel.”
* “You don’t make me feel anything, Marcus. Get over yourself.”
* I marched to the front door. Marcus followed behind me. I reached for the knob, and was stopped by his large hand as it covered mine. He placed his mouth to my ear. His warm breath tickled across my cheek.
* “Guinevere,” he said in a low, deep growl. Immediately, my sex trembled. And fuckadie, fuck, fuck, he was right. One word. And that one word was my name falling from his lips.

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A Look At Sam Crescent & 'Bound for Christmas' ( @SamCrescent @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have author Sam Crescent visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Sam Crescent is passionate about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got that first acceptance in 2011.
* She loves creating new characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.

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?
I’m going to be talking about Bound for Christmas. This is a BDSM, seasonal erotic romance and is the first book in my Club Kink Series. Bound for Christmas focuses on two key characters, Bernie (Bernie) and Master Leon. There are currently no other books in this series as Bound for Christmas is the first one.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I saw Master Leon in my head. Everything about his character was already built and I began writing a profile on him. When I’d done with him, Bernie came to me and I just thought she was a perfect fit. I mean, she’s a librarian and is completely taken with Leon from the first moment they meet.
* I knew their story would be fun to write. I love the fact he’s so protective of her. He would do anything. I also wanted to write a story about a dominant man who does everything for her. In quite a few of my works, it is the woman who cooks and cleans. Whereas, Leon does everything from cooking for her and making sure she’s safe. I don’t want to give too many details away.

Describe the hero in five words.
Dominating, Caring, hot, challenging and loving

Describe the heroine in five words.
Strong, sensual, trusting, loving and willing

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* I love them both. I know I should have a favorite, however, these two characters are just perfect for each other.
* Leon is strong and is willing to do anything for his woman.
* Bernie is submissive but has inner strength to put all of her trust in Leon.
* Their relationship is definitely an equal measure of give and take.

What's your favorite line in the story?
Again, I don’t have a favorite line. This is a gradual story of love and lust.

A look into the story
~ Blurb ~

* They rarely spoke. They only touched hands. Until now.
* Bernice Rowe has been fascinated by the man who regularly visits the library where she works. They never speak and only stare at each other. When she learns that her mystery man is one of the dominant men at Club Kink, she makes a choice to become a submissive.
* Master Leon has been visiting the library for one reason—Bernice. He wants her desperately but knows his desires are not for everyone. When Leon finds her at the club he makes sure everyone knows she is his submissive.
* He takes her away and starts her training. Leon is determined to make her his woman in time for Christmas. Neither know how the other feels, and it looks like it is going to be a Christmas to remember for both of them.
* Be Warned: sex toys, spanking, BDSM, public exhibition
~ Excerpt ~ * Her nipples were on fire. The clamps stung. She wanted to tear them off her breasts, but then she’d get even worse. Then the burning pain shot through her whole body. Her clit swelled. She rubbed her legs together feeling the pleasure shake her entire body. His touch sent off electric signals all around her. She was sensitive to the slightest touch.
* “Do you feel the change?” he asked.
* “I ache everywhere, Master.”
* He turned her so her back was to him. “Every part of you is sensitive?”
* “Yes, it is more than I can stand.”
* Leon chuckled. The vibrations went straight to her cunt. She was on fire with the need to climax.
* His hands moved down the sides of her body. She whimpered then cried out as his hands slapped either side of her thighs. “Did I say you could play with yourself?”
* “I’m not.”
* Another short sharp slap to her thigh. She cried out then moaned as her legs scissored for more contact with her clitoris.
* “You’re building up your punishments here, baby. Address me properly with my title unless I tell you otherwise.”
* “I’m sorry, Master.” She wanted to sob and beg him to make her come all at the same time.
* “Good.” His hands moved round to the front of her thighs. She felt him move down her body until he split her legs open. The contact she’d gained with her clit was lost.
* Bernice whimpered missing the contact already.
* “Please,” she said.
* “Please, what?” he asked.
* She cried out. It was too much. How could anyone concentrate with so much sensation? Her focus failed at every opportunity. It was too much and not enough. The pain combined with the pleasure made it hard for her to focus on anything. Leon expected her to keep saying his title while she couldn’t remember her own name.
* He turned her back to face him. She stared at him for several seconds before he caught her close. Leon stroked her hair as she tried to gain some composure.
* “You can use your safe word at any time,” he whispered.
* She closed her eyes. Was she ready to give up?

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A Look At Kastil Eavenshade & 'The Romance Novel Book Club' ( @PamBitner @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have author Kastil Eavenshade visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
Kastil toils away in the world of retail sales for the military. In her spare time, and away from the constraints of her master’s whip, she finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance–which sometimes parallel each other. If her writing makes one person smile, she’s accomplished her dream.

Kastil's going to tell us about The Romance Novel Book Club today.
* The Romance Novel Book Club has been a brain child of mine for a few years. Being a panster writer, I tend to bounce from one manuscript to another. Last NaNo I had planned to finish this one but alas, I was too enthralled with the novellas and shorts to make time. Again the poor story pouted in the corner eating a vat of Ben & Jerry’s.
* When I saw making a short story was becoming very hard to do, I decided I had to finish this novel. It's quirky, funny, and may or may not have some real life experiences. I’ll never tell. In truth, it’s a poke at romance novels that turns into a woman realizing there's a real world out there and real love right in front of her face.
* One of the fun parts was making up the romance novel excerpts. I took some of the things that made me roll my eyes when I read straight romance. It's the sarcastic cynic in me. Still, I have to admit that I started to fall in love with the characters I created in the fake ones. It happens.
* Now for the fun part! The blurb and a teaser excerpt!

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * From the legendary times of the Victorian Age to the rugged reaches of outer space, the romance novels have done nothing to spark Patricia’s want and hope of finding that one special man to call her own. She’s knee deep into her thirties, near depression, and drowning her sorrows in pints of premium ice cream.
* When she falls for a waiter named Matt in her favorite restaurant, her insecurities do their best to thwart her plans of true love. It isn’t until she picks up one last romance novel that she realizes life cannot be lived within the ink splattered pages of an author’s fantasies. She has one chance to set her life straight and snatch the one man who gets her: mind and body.
* Will Patricia take it?
~ Excerpt ~ * The Black Room was the little place Julie and I tried out after her divorce. A little kinky and a lot of fun, it catered to people preferring to remain anonymous but wanting to have an out of this world experience sexually. While I’m not the kind of girl that wanted to be tied up all the time, it had its appeal. Thus, the handcuffs in my bedroom. I hadn’t come across a man that I could trust enough to pull those bad boys out lately.
* Just the type of place to get all my sexual frustrations out.
* I passed through the usual check points better than I thought I would. The high class of Black Room always appealed to me. Per the code, I had chosen a satin red mask with sequined outline and draping jewel strands. The color denoted I’d go for some light bondage. I didn’t mind the occasional tied up and spanked session but the more extreme side? Not on your life.
* Eyeliner coated my lids and cherry red lipstick adorned my puckered mouth. Make-up outside the club might be something I shirked with aplomb, but it was a must to gain entry. Why should I care? Tonight I would get pampered with the simple tap on the shoulder. If I didn’t get picked by a man at the end of an hour, I could choose my partner.
* Within the confines of Black Room, my name was York. When I signed up, I gave the call name as a twist on my name. I thought myself clever using a candy bar as a nom de plume.
* I lounged on a Victorian chair, my fuck me pumps a nice shiny red. My black dress conformed to my curves, and I felt damn sexy. Any inhibitions I had stayed in the car with the windows cracked until I finished my man meat shopping spree.
* Other members chatted away as my gaze swept the room. I preferred to look disinterested, like a hard mark, than exude desperation. Whether it was the truth or not didn’t mean I wanted my hungry eyes to stray onto less than savory company. Black Room was high class, but it had its fair share of drooling troglodytes.
* The room slowed to a crawl as I noticed my favorite plaything across the room. The black satin mask couldn’t hide his appearance. His mannerisms within Black Room were too familiar to me. My taut muscled specimen prowled the carpet like the carnivore I knew he could be. The apex of my thighs moistened at his presence. I remembered each wicked little escapade I had with this particular member. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he window shopped until he came across my rack. With one glance in my direction, I hooked in my bait. Already my heart slammed into my rib cage in anticipation of his electric touch.
* His code name was Tall One, and he certainly fit the bill. He leaned in, and I inhaled that masculine scent uniquely his. Whatever cologne he used danced nicely with his pheromones. I was a cat in heat ready to scratch my name into his back as he rode me.
* “My, York.” His words tickled my ear. “In for some adventure tonight?”
* “Can you handle it?” I breathed back.
* “Why don’t we find out?”
* I placed my hand in his, and he led me away from the crowded room into a private one of his choosing. The lights dim, he glided me in and closed the door behind us.
* Deep mahogany wood on the bedposts and luxurious red velvet hung from the peaks. A perfect centerpiece for our carnal night of pleasure. My body curled against his chest, the ache to caress his erection pulsing to my core. His fingertips glided along my shoulders. With each caress, his senses reacquainted themselves with every inch of my flesh. I groaned as his palms rubbed my nipples. They hardened instantly.
* “My. Someone’s been neglecting themselves.” He tweaked my tightened areolas, and I gasped. Masturbation was second hand for me. Nothing compared to sharing a sexual experience with a partner. Especially one as interested in pleasing you as you were them. I always had that with Tall One. He’d chase all my sorrows away with one gentle stroke along my clit.
* My arms reached behind to run through his hair as he lavished my breasts with attention. I ground my behind into his hardened shaft. His breathy rumble sent shivers down my spine. With one yank, he pulled the top of my dress down to expose my lacy red bra. His petting frantic, the fabric of my undergarments heightened my arousal.
* “I can’t hold it, York.” His hips worked into my backside, his desire apparent in the thickened length straining against his clothing.
* “I was hoping for a little play tonight.” My words were truth no matter how much my body ached to be rammed into by his cock.
* “Trust me.”
* The timbre in his voice echoed.
* “Always.”
* His hands grasped the bottom of my dress and yanked it up past my hips. He groaned when he realized I had gone panty-free for the evening. His palm cracked against my backside, and I yelped.
* “You little tease.” Another swat landed on my bare ass. “You’re a bad girl, York.” His hand smoothed over my cheek, cooling the hotness swelling from it before he gave me another punishing whack.
* “Hands on the bedpost, young lady.”
* Wetness pooled down my thighs as I grasped the mahogany and velvet. The golden cord hanging down soon bound my wrists. His searing lips claimed the nape of my neck as his fingers pulled and teased my nipples. One hand ventured down to my wet core, stoking the flame already ignited. I shattered to his demanding touch.
* “Come again.” His gruff voice commanded.

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A Look At Cara Michaels & 'Their First Noelle' ( @caramichaels @evernightpub #MM )

Today we have author Cara Michaels visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

Cara Michaels is a dreamer of legendary proportions (just ask her about the alien pirate spaceship invasion). Her imagination is her playground and nothing is quite so much fun for her as building new characters and new worlds with at least an edge of the fantastic. She's writing whenever the opportunity presents itself and can typically be found tinkering with half a dozen projects. Occasionally all at once.

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?
Their First Noelle. It’s a magical ménage tale about a retired elf and two yummy fellas who give her a Christmas to remember.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
My muse is so random. I think he was in the mood for some holiday cheer. And bondage.

Describe the hero in five words.
Nick – funny, loving, lighthearted, optimistic, sexy
Kris – serious, cautious, controlling, reserved, wry

Describe the heroine in five words.
Noelle – changeable, spirited, outsider, lonely, open-minded

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
Nick. As I wrote him, he turned into the funny, mischievous one of the trio. He’s hot and sexy. He’s got most of the best lines. And he’s so darn sure they can have a happy ending, I can’t help but love him.

What's your favorite line in the story?
“Can you speak like that Arwen chick? I will worship at your feet if you can.”

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Elf Noelle Duncan thought life among the humans would be a nice change of pace after two hundred years in Santa’s workshop. Instead, retirement is lonely and the prospect of spending her remaining centuries among humans doesn’t hold much appeal. With Christmas approaching, she wants just one night to feel alive and loved.
* Kristian Winters and Nicholas Haversham are partners in business and love. They’d like nothing more than to find a woman to share their love, but they’ve yet to find one open not only to two lovers, but a pair with unusual appetites. Noelle is the only woman they want, and Nick isn’t about to let Christmas go by without making their wishes known.
~ Excerpt ~ * “This is your last chance to walk out the door, Noelle,” Kris said, his voice rough. “Now you have an idea what we want.”
* “Stay the night,” Nick said, “and we’ll give you all the pleasure you can take.”
* “On our terms,” Kris added.
* “You’ll…hold me down?” Her entire body tingled at the thought.
* “Tie you down,” Nick said.
* “Tie me down?” Her breath caught. She’d never imagined being bound for her lover. Being bound for two? Heat flooded her breasts, arrowed down to her thighs and the moist heat between them.
* “And up. Over. Around. How flexible are you?”
* She laughed, clamping a hand over her mouth. A look back at Nick showed his hazel eyes dancing with mischief and hope. Kristian’s dark chocolate gaze gave nothing away now. He’d played his cards, as the human saying went, and let Nick tease her.
* “There’s more,” Nick promised. “So much more.”
* Nick trapped her hands once again, this time in just one of his own. He spun her against him. She sucked in a breath as her breasts collided with his harder chest. He scooped her hair into one hand, tugging until her head dropped back for his kiss. Struggling against his hold provoked a devilish grin from him and his grip tightened just to the edge of pain. He took her open mouth like a conqueror.

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A Look At Rebecca Brochu & 'The Lawman's Librarian' ( @RayShippou @evernightpub #SO )

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 truly do owe it all to the readers. Thank you so very much.

She's going to share a little about The Lawman's Librarian with us today.

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * When Sheriff Nick Grey is talked into playing Santa at the local mall by his devious sister Lana he fully expects to have a miserable time. What he doesn’t know is that Lana has convinced Peter DeKell to play one of his elves. Peter’s the town’s librarian and the object of Nick’s affection since they were both children. The only problem is that while the entire town knows that the Sheriff is head over heels for the quiet librarian, Peter seems at best oblivious and at worst not interested.
* After being faced with the temptation of Peter in tights Nick finally breaks down and asks Peter to dinner and is elated when he accepts. When disaster strikes in the form of an ill-timed kiss Nick has to make a choice. Is he willing to finally give up on being with Peter? Or will the lawman fight for his librarian’s affections?
~ Adult Excerpt ~ * He tastes better than Nick had ever imagined, salty but not too bitter, and he still smells like soap and fresh clean skin. Nick sucks slow and hard, his mouth sliding up and down Peter’s shaft in an easy rhythm while his tongue swirls around and across the head of his cock, pausing every now and again to dip into his slit and wiggle slightly. Peter’s moaning and thrashing, trying to buck his hips up but unable to escape the iron grip Nick has on his hip.
* Nick just loses himself in the act, in the taste and feel of Peter hard and throbbing in his mouth, in the knowledge that he finally has him where he’s always wanted him. Peter’s panting and calling his name above him and tugging gently at his hair in warning, but Nick ignores it. He wants Peter to come, wants to taste it, to have him lose control inside of his mouth with the knowledge that Nick was the one who drove him to such extremes.
* Peter comes hard and suddenly across his tongue, and Nick swallows it down and keeps sucking. He cleans Peter with his tongue, makes sure to get every drop there is and then keeps going until Peter is tugging at his hair harder, his cock too sensitive for what Nick’s doing.
* He finally pulls off, but he doesn’t really give Peter a chance to recover. Instead he grabs him by the hips and flips him over onto his stomach so he can spread him open and press his tongue against his hole. The normally tightly furled muscle is loose from Peter’s orgasm and Nick just presses inside ruthlessly. Peter moans low in his throat and squirms, but this time he’s pressing back into Nick’s mouth instead of trying to escape.
* He fucks Peter slow and steady with his tongue, bites gently at his rim just to feel him jump and twitch, and then slides a finger in alongside his tongue just to hear him whine high in his throat. Nick keeps going, adds another finger and then another, licks around them and between them, loosens Peter up for his cock because he wants nothing between them, not even the slick slide of lube.
* “Nick. Nick, please, please I’m ready. I’m ready, Nick. I want it, I want it, come on, Nick, please. Give it to me. Come on, come on, come on!” Peter groans and presses farther back onto Nick’s tongue and hand, and Nick growls and pulls himself away slowly, like it’s painful to leave and it really kind of is.
* “Fuck, Peter. Fuck. God, I can’t wait. I can’t.” Nick’s frantic now, his own cock is full and heavy, curving up towards his stomach and leaking desperately.

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