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29 November 2014

Sinfully Sexy Saturday w. Jessica Jayne @JessicaJayne13 @evernightpub #SSS #contemporary #erotic #romance

It's Saturday! Yay! Here's a sinfully good treat by author, Jessica Jayne, to add to a great day. Welcome, Jessica Jayne!

First, what would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor's degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing.
* In the journey of life, I became a lawyer and also a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.
* I love to read and write... obviously! I can usually be found with my Nook or a book in hand. I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Bucks! I LOVE to travel... LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. Did I say I love to travel? I love to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a founding member of that crazy group! :) I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Music makes me happy. I’m a mix between country girl and city chic. I love the beach, sunshine and to laugh out loud.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My erotic contemporary romance story, Board Indiscretion. It's book three in the Taking Advantage series.

A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
* Mark Olson isn’t just known for owning his three large care dealerships. He’s also known as a player, at least since his divorce. For a while, he believes he is satisfied as a member of Advantage Insurance Company’s board of directors and bedding a different woman every weekend. That is until someone decides to call his bluff.
* Suzannah McCormick is the sweet girl working hard as the executive assistant to Advantage’s CEO. But underneath her saccharine southern charm is a vixen-in-waiting. She’s never been with a man that tapped into that side of her, but she set her sights on Mark Olson with high hopes.
* Mark doesn’t realize his single status and his heart are in jeopardy.
~ Excerpt ~
* Since his divorce, he’d convinced himself that remaining single was what he wanted. It made things less complicated for his two pre-teen daughters. Shit! It made things less complicated for himself. But that lifestyle could also be quite lonely.
* That’s where Suzie came in and complicated the hell out of his life. She was the executive assistant to the CEO of Advantage Insurance Company, Michael Herron, and well… Mark was a member of Advantage’s board of directors, had been for several years. He loved his position on the board. Aside from the small amount of prestige it carried, he’d made great friends with the other members, particularly the two younger board members—John Dorsey and Greg Snow. A relationship with Suzie could compromise his position on the board and with the members, but truth be told, he also loved his most recent position between her legs.
* If only the situation was different.
* A familiar giggle wafted in from the direction of the dance floor. The delicate sound stirred his cock to life. It stiffened against his black trousers instantly. After several weeks of clandestine meetings involving dirty talk and hard fucks, he’d know that giggle anywhere. He’d heard it many times afterwards when they lay tangled in each other’s limbs. Turning his head in the direction of the dance floor, anger heated his face and his hands clenched into fists on the bar top at the sight he witnessed.
* Sandwiched between two guys that he’d now refer to as dickheads, danced the woman that wreaked havoc on his single life status. Her little black dress clung to her trim frame, emphasizing her small, but very perky breasts and showing off her figure that could easily grace the cover of any fashion magazine. Her legs stretched for miles and her creamy white skin contrasted nicely against the jet black of her dress. Flinging her silky blonde hair over her shoulder and down her back, her pink Pursecase carrying her iPhone dangled from her wrist as her hips gyrated against her two dance partners. The taller man dancing behind her slipped his hand over her hip and rested it over her low belly as he rubbed what Mark was sure to be a rock hard erection against Suzie’s ass.
* What the fuck is she doing?
* First, she never came to the Beach Club. Never. In all his regular visits to this club over the last couple of years, he had yet to see her in here once. Not once! Second, she was practically dry-humping two guys in the middle of the dance floor. That wasn’t her typical style.
* Suzie was one of those beautiful women that appeared to have the girl-next-door innocence. She didn’t dress too provocatively. She was sexy, but in that way that was just natural. Her bubbly Southern charm won over all the men on the board of directors and Mark speculated it would win over anyone. He flirted with her, teasing her on board days to get a rise out of her. There’d always been a twinkle of mischief in her eyes when he flirted with her that would leave him questioning whether he knew her at all.
* At last quarter’s board meeting, she left him dumbfounded when she responded to his flirtation with a proposition. After mulling it over for a bit, which actually had turned out to be a couple weeks, he called her bluff. He asked her over to his place for cocktails and she showed up. What he learned was that there was a lot more to Suzannah McCormick than met the eye. The rest was history.
* Throwing back the last remnants of his whiskey, he stood from his stool, tossed some cash on the bar, and turned toward the dance floor. He wrestled with what his next move should be.

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28 November 2014

A Look At Brian & Juliet Freyermuth & 'Mind of the Beast' @brianfreyermuth @julietfrey @GoddessFish #paranormal #urbanfantasy

Today we have authors Brian & Juliet Freyermuth visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourselves?
* After 18 years of marriage, Brian and Juliet Freyermuth decided to try something crazy; write a book together.
* Brian’s writing is not limited to print. For twenty years he wrote and designed games such as Fallout, Star Trek: Starfleet Academy, Epic Mickey 2 and Lichdom: Battlemage.
* Juliet’s love for writing began with a fourth grade assignment. She has been writing ever since. Her writing took a new direction when she enrolled in journalism and met amazing people. Whether it is an article about anthropology or a hero’s journey in a magical world, she hopes to inspire readers to new possibilities.
* When Brian and Juliet aren’t writing, they enjoy reading, watching shows like ‘Persons of Interest’ and going on road trips with their son, Kyle.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* We're going to tell about how we write together and our story Mind of the Beast.
* “You write novels together? My wife and I could never do that. We’d kill each other.” We hear this often. For us it made sense. We’ve been partners in every aspect of our lives since we were seniors in high school.
* When we decided to have Juliet rewrite Mind of the Beast instead of just editing, it seemed like a logical step. It was the best decision we ever made. Not only was Mind of the Beast a better book, but we learned a lot about each other. We’ve learned a few lessons along the way.
Lesson 1: Each of you has your own skills.
* Brian is a game designer. He’s written story and dialog for games like Fallout, Star Trek: Starfleet Academy and Epic Mickey 2: The Power of Two. He’s amazing at dialog writing because of it. In addition, writing multiple story branches in games helps him see plot holes before they become a problem.
* The profile articles Juliet wrote for her journalism classes helps her create multidimensional characters with strengths, weaknesses and quirks. She uses her visual memory to replay scenes from movies to write descriptions for action scenes. She watched the last fight scene in Avengers for inspiration for the fight scene in Sal’s apartment in Mind of the Beast, paying close attention to the walls when someone was thrown against them.
Lesson 2: Have a plan of who does what before you start.
* We tried writing the story at the same time. While it may work for others, it didn’t for us. Here’s what we do.
*** Step 1: Plan out characters and the story together. We use the index cards of Scrivener to outline the scenes.
*** Step 2: One of us writes at a time. Brian wrote the first version of the rough draft of Mind of the Beast and is writing Book 3. When he’s done, Juliet rewrites it, adding notes in MS Word if she makes major changes.
*** Step 3: Take turns going back and forth until both of us agree with the story. One major rule we have is that the book isn’t done until we both agree. We edited the mall scene in Mind of the Beast over a dozen times until Brian thought it was right. Don’t ever get married to your writing and let the other person know what you feel strongly about.
*** Step 4: Read each chapter out loud together, discussing possible changes. There was a scene in Mind of the Beast that changed three times because we kept finding holes in the description.
*** Step 5: When you think your book is perfect, hire editors experienced in your genre. We like to give potential editors the same sample so we can see who we agree with best.
Lesson 3: Eavesdroppers might mistake you for psychopaths or a couple of mental patients.
* We talk a lot about our book. Once we noticed a lady giving us a strange look at a deli we frequent. After a few perplexing moments, we realized that we had been discussing whether or not Sal’s body in Mind of the Beast would be easily identifiable after he was shot and a pack of animals mauled him. We’re more mindful of where we are when we brainstorm and have business cards readily available in case the police are accidentally called.
Lesson 4: Taking the dog for a walk together inspires us.
* While Layla does her sniff-a-thon during her walk, we brainstorm ideas to either unblock us or start a new project. Exercise and socialization combined really gets the juices flowing.
Lesson 5: Realize it’s a process and there are going to be disagreements.
* There were a lot of growing pains in the writing adventure and a few arguments. But if you have a strong foundation, the arguments won’t be any different than the ones you had before, just more surreal sometimes. Juliet’s favorite argument was whether or not Thelma’s clothes would be bloodied at the morgue. Imagine the points she would have to make to convince Brian that her Thelma’s clothes would get stained.
* We know that it’s a learning process. As we continue on this journey of ours, there will be more things to tweak about the process, more disagreements and more humorous tales to tell. But as we’ve shown with Mind of the Beast, if you can set aside your ego, your collaboration can be much greater than anything you could’ve done alone.

A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
* When a vampire asks Nick St. James to investigate his friend’s murder, the answer should have been easy, right? NO. Okay, not so easy. How do you say no to a friend like Felix?
* Besides, with Thelma by his side, what could go wrong? She’s got that, umm … cute pink backpack of Voodoo magic. Of course it hurts that she manages to look good even when she accidentally conjures and gets possessed by a drunk loa. No, it won’t be at all distracting to have her along.
* Since no good deed goes unpunished, a crazy man with starry eyes jumps out of the shadows at the victim’s apartment and pummels them. Their attacker doesn’t just beat them up but also infects them with some bad mojo that’s killing Thelma and making Nick angry … angrier.
* If the trail to the suspect—the Green Man—is any indication, they’ll be killed before the poison finishes the job. The old gods are more dangerous than helpful. The Watchers—even the one who seems to have a brain—are always a hazard. And what’s with the all the minions? Who has minions anymore? Not to mention the rapid progression of the infection that quickly upgrades Nick’s condition to ‘blind-rage-filled.’
* Why couldn’t Felix have just asked Nick to help him move?
~ Excerpt ~
* She shot him again, but he continued toward her. Two bloodstains formed on his ratty shirt. He swung at her, but she quickly shifted to the left.
* It was my turn. I punched him from the side and sent him flying into the desk across the room. Sounds of the monitor shattering and wood splintering filled the air as I rushed toward him.
* Another sound of gunfire rang out but didn’t stop him from getting to his feet. He barreled toward me like a freight train. The gunshots slowed him considerably, but it didn’t stop him. Pain radiated through my chest as his fist made contact, sending me into the wall between the two rooms. A crack traveled up the wall to the ceiling, and plaster rained down around us.
* More shots sounded as I got back to my feet. Two more holes opened in the man’s shirt. He was almost to Thelma when I grabbed him from behind. I used all my enhanced strength to lift him and toss him toward the kitchen. His body flew through the open door, smashing the wood of the frame in the process.
* On the counter was the third gnome, his hands covering his speak-no-evil lips. I grabbed it and swung for the man’s head. It contacted with a sick thunk, and blood splashed across the gnome’s face. The bastard wouldn’t go down! I snarled and swung again, but this time he grabbed my wrist in midair and twisted it before tossing me to the ground.

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26 November 2014

A Look At London Saint James & 'Spanked by the Bad Boy' @LSJRomance @decadentpub @LoveBitesSilk #spanking #erotic #thriller

Title: Spanked by the Bad Boy
Series: Bad Boy Fever
Author: London Saint James
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: November 4, 2014
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, suspense, thriller, spanking
Heat level: 5
Word count – 49k
Cover art by Mina Carter
A look into the story
* As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
* Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
* Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?
Spanked by the Bad Boy Top 10 Facts
1. Declan Cage—a man with some rough edges that’s got a heart hidden beneath the bad boy façade.
2. Tiffany Brooks—someone who has allowed her abusive past to shape her dealings with people, especially with men.
3. Declan—intrigued by Ms. Brooks.
4. Tiffany—so wants to deny her attraction to Mr. Cage.
5. Declan and Tiffany—heat things up between them.
6. Declan—isn’t going to let Tiffany brush him off.
7. Tiffany—finds out there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to Declan.
8. Declan—will do whatever it takes to have a relationship with Tiffany.
9. Tiffany—the past comes back to haunt her in more ways than one.
10. Declan and Tiffany—achieve something real.
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* “Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper voice, all grit.
* Willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his denim clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs, undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.
* He inched her skirt up, working until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased with himself for exposing her panties.
* “I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.
* Tiffany sucked in a breath. He threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand while flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on her piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch your itch, don’t you, baby?”
* She’d come too far to lie about what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered, “Harder.”
* He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke of the fingers he’d slipped between her crease.
* She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him. While their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with his palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.
* Oh, she liked the way he took possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the pure maleness of him.
* Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me burn,” she admitted.
* “The feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a finger inside of her.
* “Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her approval.
* He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”
* “Yes.”
* Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He groaned. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the denim. When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d known from past experience he’d be commando.
* Wrapping her fingers around the base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.
* “Good?”
* “Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.
* She moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and licking her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her mouth along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to experience her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The awareness of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight channel.
* Her chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”
* “Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from her body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her feminine folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”
* Oh, God. She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing against his.
* In the next instant, he splayed his large hands across her ass, pulling her against him even tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material of her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and gave him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her throat before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.
* “There you go.” The vibration of his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the canvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her ass.
* She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t have time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your fine ass.”
* She complied, sliding herself up and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this time the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading across her caught— a wildfire.
* “Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.
* “Like that, do you?”
* God help her, she did.

* London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. * As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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A Look At Allyson Young & 'Fated' @evernightpub #erotic #western

Today we have author Allyson Young visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
* Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My Contemporary, Erotic, Western Romance story, Fated.

A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
* Reece Murdoch is back in Barrister, Wyoming after his military tour. Ostensibly returning to take the position of Sheriff, he plans to confront the woman of his dreams. After what they’d shared, he’d foolishly believed Candace Grant would wait, but all his heartfelt letters were met with silence. And now she is avoiding him and freezing him out.
* Candy Grant is never going to allow Sheriff Murdoch a civil conversation, let alone a discussion. Oh, he’s interested—probably thinking he can waltz right back into her life. Except he’d gutted her, leaving six years earlier without warning and only eight scribbled words. She’s since lived a fast, shallow existence she’s determined to continue, and never get hurt again.
* Reece needs a plan, one to address Candy’s propensity to speed while asserting his lawful authority—with handcuffs and a night of house arrest. Will the truth set them free?
~ Excerpt ~
* Reese Murdoch slouched comfortably against the broken-in seat of the county’s second best cruiser, gripping the wheel with one big hand.
* He found himself sighing. Barrister wasn’t a bad place. Born and raised there, he knew pretty much all the inhabitants. Being elected as Sheriff had been a no brainer, being a military man home from Iraq and all, presumably well versed in weapons and leadership. Both true, except he was hampered by a paltry budget, and the people he’d sworn to serve and protect were scattered over a huge part of the state. Good thing the work wasn’t onerous.
* No doubt that would change over time, people being what they were, but he was bored for the most part. The one thing—person—who could easily obliterate that boredom didn’t deign to recognize either his existence or his authority, and he hadn’t decided which plan to pursue in that regard. It’d been months, but if he’d learned anything in the military, it was that an offensive had a better chance of succeeding if one gathered solid intelligence and formulated a careful plan of attack. He wryly admitted he’d come home because of Candace Grant, if only to determine why she’d ignored all of his efforts to get in touch with her over the years. Some might call it closure. He just plain wanted her, and knew enough about women to know that while her demeanor said one thing, something else was operating behind that icy exterior.
* In the meantime, there was the odd drunk and disorderly to deal with, complaints about cattle rustling to investigate, a few domestics—and didn’t he hate those—and some traffic violations.
* The road dipped to accommodate an arroyo, and he rose up out of it to crest the slight hill. And speaking of traffic violations, the unmistakable silver Bimmer hammering in his direction, trailing a dusty rooster trail, caused him to grind his teeth and war with his responding arousal. Damn her. She was going to kill herself one day in that stupid car, maybe before he put the final touches on his plan. Flipping on his lights, he considered his strategy, noting the way the smaller vehicle’s hood dipped in response to the application of brakes. She’d been flying along.
* She pulled the Bimmer over, and he drifted on by to pull a three point turn and come up behind her. Candace hadn’t made eye contact at all, staring straight ahead through the windshield, and he figured she had to know it was him. She didn’t cut his deputies dead. He took his time, watching Candace’s profile in the side mirror, willing his professionalism to the fore when all he really wanted to do was drag her back to the cruiser, handcuffed, and take her home. Someplace safe—and easily accessible for both their pleasure. The plan suddenly came together.
* Approaching the open window, he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. “You were hitting seventy, Candace. We’ve had this discussion before.”
* She didn’t reply, instead thrusting her paperwork toward him. Her picture on the license didn’t fit with the stony visage looking dead ahead. Despite the customary, don’t smile, hair tucked behind your ears, dictates of the DMV, Candace’s full mouth, with its eminently bitable bottom lip somehow quirked up at the corners, and there was no mistaking the sparkle in those baby blues. Just as he remembered her—full of life and joy, bubbly, vivacious, and all those adjectives people applied to her. But then, he’d admit he’d hardly given her anything to smile about, primarily because she wouldn’t give him the time of day. That was gonna change.
* Tugging the license and registration from her stiff fingers, he decided to play her game. “Step out of the vehicle, Miss Grant.”
* That garnered him a wary look, a quick glance that she instantly modified into boredom. He didn’t miss the way she flickered her eyes to her watch. Was she meeting someone? On her way to a hot date? Sheridan lay in that direction, and whatever Candace got up to, she didn’t do it in Barrister. The rumors he’d overheard flourished. Reece had access to a different form of contacts and knew the truth of some of those rumors. He wasn’t surprised about Candace’s interests, merely disappointed he hadn’t been able to guide her and take the journey with her. But he’d done what he had to back then. That she hadn’t accepted his explanation and apology, wouldn’t even give him the opportunity to discuss it further, grated him raw.
* He opened her door and stood back, breaking procedure, instantly grateful for the way the door frame concealed his sudden erection, his cock saluting the vision emerging from the Bimmer without any regard for his bigger brain. The top she wore hardly covered her attributes, cried out for him to touch the silky fabric and tug on those discreetly concealed laces. The length of shapely leg revealed by the short skirt flirting around her thighs forced his hands to grip the metal until he thought it might groan beneath his grasp.
* Once again his woman was on the prowl, and he was damned if he’d let her take what she was offering up to Sheridan or any other place loaded with men who couldn’t possibly appreciate her the way he planned. Disappointment again soured him, and he impatiently shoved it aside. He’d waited long enough.
* “What?” A hint of nervousness whispered through the aloof question.
* “This is the third time, Miss Grant. I assume you recall the consequences are for persistent speeding.”
* Narrowing, blue eyes locked with his, then a flush of pink colored her décolletage and rose up the long, lovely column of her throat to paint her cheeks. She spoke between set lips, criminally thinning that lush bounty, another crime she’d pay for in the end.
* “Give me the ticket, Sheriff. I’ll pay it like I did the others. Help out with your salary.”
* “Step out and assume the position.”

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25 November 2014

Tuesday Tea with Erin Ashley Tanner & 'Goddess by Chance' @erintheauthor @evernightpub #Interracial #Multicultural #AfricanAmerican

Hi all! Grab a cup of tea – or whatever it is you like to drink – and join in the discussion. Today we have Erin Ashley Tanner visiting. She's here today to tell us about Goddess by Chance. Welcome!
Please tell us a bit about yourself, Erin Ashley Tanner.
* Erin Ashley Tanner is a proud alumni of Florida State who is currently embarking on the journey that is nursing school. In the rare free time she has, she enjoys leisure reading in all genres and writing whatever stories come to mind. She dreams of a long life filled writing many more stories. To learn more about Erin, swing by her website at www.erinashleytanner.wix.com/erinashleytanner or find her on Facebook at Author Erin Ashley Tanner or on Twitter @erintheauthor.

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Please tell us a bit about your book, Goddess by Chance.
INSPIRATION FOR THE NOVEL: Anyone who knows me is aware that I love all things Greek mythology. After I completed my first novel, Goddess of Legend, I started to wonder could there be more Demi-god Daughters out there that needed their stories told. To start with I had to decide what Greek goddess would be a good candidate to have a half mortal daughter. I’m sure who I chose will surprise many.
* After that I thought about what kind of heroine I would have this time around. Since I’d created such a take charge, kick your butt heroine in the first novel in the series, I wanted to go for a much softer and more vulnerable heroine and thus Arienne was created. As for the god in this story, I wanted somebody a little rougher around the edges with more of a dark side. I’d say he’s more of an anti-hero than a hero and as a result he was a lot more interesting to write. _book cover pic
~ Blurb ~
* Arienne Marcos is a librarian with a secret. She has superhuman strength, a genius level IQ, and a goddess mother who is never satisfied. When Arienne lands on the radar of a god determined to use her for revenge, she has no idea what she is in for.
* When Chris Triton enters her life, Arienne is unprepared for the long dormant feelings and blazing passion he arouses, but while basking in her budding new relationship, Arienne is equally unprepared for the shattering event that nearly destroys her town and her entire life.
* In time, Arienne will discover that her new lover harbors secrets of his own, secrets that could be deadly. Along the way she will find herself caught in the center of an eons old grudge between gods with a thirst for revenge.
~ Excerpt ~
* Triton’s eyes opened in the darkness as a soft hand wrapped around his cock. He didn’t move as Arienne continued to fondle him in the dark. Her innocent fascination with the part of him he was so proud of made him bite back a chuckle. As her thumb rubbed over the head, he couldn’t help the way his breath hissed through his teeth. Her hand left him immediately.
* “Arienne,” he said in a soft tone.
* She remained silent. His hand moved to lie between her breasts where he could feel the frantic pace of her heart beating.
* “Sweetheart,” he tried again.
* She sighed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. No, I did, but I…”
* “You know you can tell me anything. Just say it.”
* “I want to make love again.”
* In the dark, Triton smiled. He shifted her in his arms until her head was on the pillow next to him. Even in the dark, he could see the expectant look on her face.
* “I’d like nothing more,” he said.
* She kissed him then, her lips soft and eager against his, and he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. Arienne’s erect nipples brushed against his chest and he grew harder. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, making him groan. The sweetness of her kisses was nearly enough to undo him. Easing Arienne onto her back as her kisses became feverish, his hand reached between her legs where the evidence of her readiness couldn’t be denied.
* Nudging her legs apart, he slowly he thrust inside of her and her tight, wet channel gripped him like a vise, stroking him. His hips pumped into hers at a languid pace, enjoying the velvety softness of her. She moaned against his mouth before her tongue slipped to tango with his. Every slide into the welcoming warmth of her body made him pulse with increased desire.

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24 November 2014

A Look At Kiru Taye & 'Black Soul' @KiruTaye @LoveBitesSilk #fairytale #shortstory

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Title: Black Soul
Series: Black Warriors, Prequel
A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
He will damn his soul to set hers free.
* When workaholic high-flying career lawyer Tara Woji takes a well-deserved break and meets up with old friends she doesn’t realise the danger lurking in the shadows for her.
* M’na is a chi, a gatekeeper whose duty is to protect the humans. He's lived more than a millennium waiting for Tara and is unable to do more than just watch her.
* As the shadows deepen and darkness comes to claim her, he will do whatever it takes to protect her including doing the one thing he shouldn’t, releasing her powers.
* In a flash of motion, he growled and stood before her, pulling her close till her body lay flush against his hard contour. On contact, the temperature of the air around them rose. His lips descended on hers for the second time that night.
* This time, the sensations were not a blur. She felt him in every pore of her body, soaking in his aura, her body and mind overwhelmed by exciting sensations. The familiarity and recognition returned, along with the desire to have him inside her, filling her up. Memories of the two of them together flooded her mind.
* Connected, she sensed more than his memories. His emotions wrapped around her mind like a swirling thread, connecting light, desire, and elation. Yet, in the depth of his mind, darkness, rage, and remorse lurked.
* Her arousal increased. She clung to his muscular arms, her hardened nipples rubbing against his chest. Despite the clothes between them, it felt as if skin stroked skin. Her core pulsed. His hand cupped her behind, pulling her in to feel his rigidity between her thighs.
* Feverish sensation coursed through her body, swamping every pore. She writhed in his arms, her body undulating uncontrollably. He broke the kiss, focused attention on her neck and sucked her skin.
* "Oh!" Colors exploded around her, the orgasm ripped out of her body violently, blowing her mind.
* He pulled away, leaving her panting as the energy arc surrounding them subsided.
* "You…you've got to stop doing that," she said as soon as she could catch her breath, wondering how she could respond so instantly and explosively to this man she didn't know.
* "It's the only way I can get you to see the truth about us. What we've always been. What we can become again."
* Kiru Taye is the award-winning and best-selling author of His Treasure. As a young adult, she read a lot of books. Mostly, she loved the romantic stories for the fantasy of being swept away by dashing heroes to exotic locations. Though her reading tastes have matured since then, she still loves reading romance novels.
* Having always dreamt of writing novels, she finally 'bit the bullet' in 2010 and wrote her first contemporary romance novel which she submitted the first chapter as an entry to New Voices writing contest in September 2010. It was shortlisted for ‘call-back’. She writes historical, contemporary and paranormal romance. Her stories are sensual and steamy, her characters passionate and sassy and her settings, atmospheric and exotic. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, hanging out with family or traveling. Born in Nigerian, she currently lives in the UK with her husband and two children.
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A Look At Kiru Taye & 'Scores' @KiruTaye @evernightpub @LoveBitesSilk #interracial #erotic #romance

Title: Scores
Author: +Kiru Taye, Author
Series: Passion Shields, Book 3
Previous books: Scars and Secrets
Genre: Interracial, Erotic, Contemporary, Romance
Content Warning: Strong language, Mild violence, Menage (MFM), BDSM, Public Exhibition
A look into the story: Scores
~ Blurb ~
* In this dramatic conclusion to Benjamin and Selina Moss's story they must deal with lust and love, dark desires and danger.
* His love possesses her. Will it protect her too?
* Benjamin Moss has proven how much he cares about his wife, Selina. She pushed him to shred his iron control and bare his soul to her. In return he's earned her much guarded heart as well as her body.
* But her past has finally caught up with her and scores will have to be settled before they can have a happy ending. Can Benjamin's love protect her from those who seek to destroy both of them? Or will she finally lose the man who's possessed her body as well as her heart?
* "I know Selina can be stubborn," Chris said after moments of silence while the men drank. "But is she refusing to take the bracelet back?"
* "No. She wants it. But I can't give it back to her until she knows everything about my past. I can't trust that she won't throw it at me when she finds out what my life was really like." Ben sighed, giving in briefly to the fear of what it would do to his heart if she spurned him again.
* "I don't blame you," Kenny said, sympathy lacing his words.
* "Shit," Chris muttered under his breath.
* His friends understood his predicament. They were dominant men. Although Chris wasn't in a committed relationship, he had dated Selina before Benjamin met her. Kenny on the other hand had been married once. Still, they both understood his need for Selina, his overwhelming desire to have her submission.
* She was a beam of light shining on the darkness that had lived in his soul since he was a teenager. He loved her. Wanted to possess her like no one ever did.
* As a man who made a living from protecting others, no one drew out his protective instincts like Selina did. And he would make sure she was protected no matter the cost to him. If it meant taking down Tony Kana, he would do it in a heartbeat.
* "I want to know everything Tony Kana does from now on. If he as much as sneezes, I want to hear about it." Ben tossed the rest of his drink down his throat as the need to be with his wife overwhelmed him. He stood and headed toward the door.
* "You've got it." Kenny nodded as he stood too.
* "Thank you," Ben said before punching the button to call the elevator. Chris stepped inside with him when the door opened.
* "Why are you so bent on tracking this guy?" his best friend asked. "Is there something I should know?"
* Ben had asked Kenny, who had contacts in West Africa, to help him find Tony Kana but he'd never really explained to his friends why.
* "Kana is Selina's ex-husband," he said in a matter of fact tone.
* "And?" His friend understood him too well.
* "He's the reason she has body issues."
* "Body issues?" Chris's face puckered in a frown.
* "When you dated her, did you ever get to see her full unclothed?"
* His friend's dark brows drew together. "No. She always insisted on having those corsets on. They were damn sexy so I never minded. Although once I walked into the bathroom while she was in the shower and she nearly screamed the place down because she wanted me to get out."
* Benjamin closed his eyes and sucked in a breath to stave off his rising anger. "Her abdomen is covered in scars. Someone cut her up pretty badly."
* "Kana?" Chris growled the question.
* "No." Ben opened his eyes and stared at his friend. He could see his anger reflected in his friend's eyes. "But he might as well have wielded the knife himself. He handed Selina over to the militia who wanted to use her as a sex slave. She fought back and they mutilated her for disobedience."
* "And all you want to do is watch this guy? I want to put a bullet right between his eyes."
* "Selina doesn't want any more bloodshed. I have to respect her wishes. Doesn't mean I can't take the guy down another way."
* "Right." Chris nodded. "He has to pay."
* "Oh, he's going to pay. No doubt about that."
* They entered the bar and loud music erased the need for further conversation.
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Scars, Passion Shields book 1
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