A Look At London Saint James & 'Rise of the Lost Prince' @LSJRomance @evernightpub #erotic #fairytale

Today we have author London Saint James visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* *Waves* I’m London. My favorite flowers are orchids. I hate watching reruns on TV. My taste in music is eclectic. I like alpha males with scowls to die for. Wait. This isn’t a dating profile. *Smiles* Here’s what you really want to know. I’m a multi-published romance author, who tends to write more erotic romance than not, but I’ve been known to write a sweet story or two.
* My official bio is: 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.

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?
* Today, I’m going to be chatting up my brand new release from Evernight Publishing, Rise of the Lost Prince, which is the first book in the Lost Boys series.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* Well, I suppose my muse had been pondering a story based loosely on Peter Pan, only with sexy warrior types and a badass version of Peter, which is named Petúr. FYI, my muse is a bit crazy, because I was in the middle of writing another story, when the muse said stop and write about Neverland. (Neverland is an abandoned seaside amusement park) So, I listen to my muse, as I always do, sat the story I was writing aside for the moment, and brought Neverland and the Lost Boys to life. Problem was, the characters had much more to say. Maybe that’s not really a problem. *Smiles* But, we’ll see the rest of the cast of characters again, since Rise of the Lost Prince is the first in the Lost Boy series.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Sexy. Badass. Warrior. Loyal. Protective.

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Loving. Truthful. Trustworthy. Loyal. Caring.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Oh, gosh. I love them all. They are all different, but while I love my heroine, and my hero. I think spunky and sassy Bell, whose one of the integral cast of characters, is probably going to end up being my favorite.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* Here’s more than one line, but it’s probably one of my favorites. This is after Petúr has saved Wyndi from an evil darkling attack, and he notices more about her than he wants to notice about a human woman.
* Her sweet cotton candy scent assaulted his nose once more. His dick stirred beneath the leather of his D-ring jeans. Would she melt in his mouth like the candy would? His brow furrowed. What was wrong with him? He took in another deep breath, allowing her bouquet to linger. Maybe the ache would go away if he just tasted those full lips. No. He shook his head in an attempt to shake away the urge.

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world...
* Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland.
* Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys.
* With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?
Be Warned: Voyeurism, Violence ~ Excerpt ~ * Petúr’s long coat flared out behind him, whipping in the wind—black raven wings. Above him, the moon danced in and out of existence and periodically hid behind the dreary clouds. He’d perched himself atop the rusted metal monstrosity which sat cold and derelict among the ruins of the abandoned seaside amusement park. From the top of the lifeless Ferris wheel he surveyed his realm, just as he did every night, waiting for the faint cries. They always came, those haunting cries, and called him and the lost boys into the darkness.
* Cables clacked and Petúr tilted his head in a bird-like gesture, listening to them echo into the rhythmic music of the tide coming ashore. As if on cue, an eerie underlying chorus chimed in from the direction of the closed ticket booth. He recognized the sound of the warped roof when it moaned and creaked. The red painted exterior walls had long since faded and peeled away from the briny wood in elongated streaks, reminiscent of morbid tears.
* He closed his eyes and attempted to picture this place he and the others called home, trying to imagine what it must have been during its glory days, but he couldn’t see anything. All he knew was the truth of his surroundings. And, the truth was, with every passing year more of his home crumbled. Even the entrance into this collapsing kingdom had joined the sea, snuffing out the arched sign which once upon a time blinked—Neverland—Mother Nature’s way of taking back her own when she’d claimed a major portion of the boardwalk.
* Everything ends.

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Thank you for joining us here today, London Saint James! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

A Look At Mike Anderson from 'Auctioned to Protect' ~ @mamaD8 @LoveBitesSilk @sirenbookstrand #BDSM

..Today we have Mike Anderson visiting from the story Auctioned to Protect. Welcome!

..Mike Anderson, what would you like to tell readers about yourself?
......* Hi, and thanks for letting me hang out here for a while. My name is Mike, and I'm a cop with the Metropolitan Police. That's really all I can say, because my team and I mainly work undercover, and my current case is… let's just say I'm grateful to be able to come home to My Lady. She has a rather unique way of taking my mind off things. *smirks*
......* I first met Scarlett at Club Spectrum, when I got the crazy notion to rescue my sister Laura from that place, in the first book of the series. I say crazy, because lil sis was there of her own free will, and yeah…
......*looks pensive and rubs a hand up and down his scruffy jaw*
......* Both Scarlett and Doris will kill me, if I give the game away to those that haven't read the series yet, but suffice to say I was being a complete and utter dickhead, and deserved what's coming to me.
......* Anyhow in this story I'm the one on the auction blog. I'm under cover to protect Scarlett, and in doing so… *grins*
......* If you tell anyone this I'll fucking have you, but what My Lady and I have is special, and I'm told rather a unique dynamic, but I wouldn't know too much about that.
......* All I care is that Scarlett is My Lady, and I'd do just about anything for her.

..Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
......* Fuck yes. They see Mike, the cop, and keeping them at arm's length suits me. I couldn't give two hoots what folks think of me, as long as it gets the job done.
......* Only, Scarlett, Laura and her Dom Slade, Master Pedro, and Smithy, my second in command really get to see the other side of me.
......* And just so we're clear on one thing. I only submit to My Lady, Scarlett. Anyone else try that shit they'll be eating their teeth.

..Is expressing love difficult for you? Why or why not?
......* Agh, the L- word. Before I met Scarlett, I'm not even sure I knew what love meant anymore. I'd fallen out with Laura, who was like the only family I had left, and… yeah… I'm a cop, you know.
......* Relationships and police work, especially my line of work, they don’t mix too well. You need a hell of a strong woman to put up with that. I can be gone, days, weeks, months, which is fine. It gets the job done and the scum of this world needs taking care of, but it doesn't leave much room for relationships. You throw feelings into the mix and the people you care about end up getting hurt, or hurting you. *shrugs shoulders*
......* So, yeah, it's not easy for me, but My Lady made me see that love is worth fighting for.

..Does your author ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?
......* Hah, she can try, but she won't succeed. I know Doris pulled her hair out at what she calls my stubbornness, but, hey it's my story, and I won’t be rushed by anyone. Stopped talking to her for a while and that told her. She says I was sulking… I say I was merely showing her who's boss. *grins*

..If you could pull your author into your world, what do you think would happen to them?
......*Laughs*
......* She'd get herself into a shit load of trouble for being bratty, and she'd enjoy her punishment a bit too much!

..What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
......* When My Lady made me see the strength that can be found in submission. What we have… what she does to me… I can't even begin to explain it, but she makes me fly, and nothing else matters but her in those moments. She made me a promise once. She was going to give me the best fucking orgasm I ever had…. She did. *grins*

..What’s your take on Master Pedro?
......* I can't wait to see Master Pedro find his match, myself. That Spaniard and I have locked horns on more than one occasion, but, hey, as infuriating, and arrogant as the bastard is, he's become a friend.
......* Not sure I'd want to be on the receiving end of his cane, mind you. That guy isn't called a Sadist for nothing, but call it intuition or sommat, the man's not happy. My Lady is worried about him, and I don't like to see her worried.

..Where do you see yourself in the future? What do you hope to accomplish?
......* I'm happy with the Status Quo at the moment. I have a job I love, a woman I adore…
......*grins sheepishly*
......* That makes me sound like a fucking Hallmark card, but it's the truth. As long as I have My Lady, and my sister with me, life is pretty damn good.

..Now for some author information!
......* My author is Doris O'Connor. Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
......* There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
......* She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

..You can find my author, Doris O'Connor, here...
......Website | Twitter | Facebook | Amazon Author Page | Goodreads

..Now for some book information!
..A look into the story

..
~ Blurb ~ ......[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]
......* Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.
......* Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.
......* Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?
......Note: This book contains a heroine who is a domme. ..
~ Excerpt ~ ......* “I’m sure you would, big boy, but I want you to use your words. After all, how am I supposed to know if you’re any good at it otherwise? I might be wasting my time.”
......* He crunched his teeth together and balled his hands into white-knuckled fists on his thighs. When he looked up at her again, his eyes were almost black with need. Seeing her own lust reflected in his eyes pitched her arousal one step higher and she was suddenly desperate to take this to the next level.
......* “I’d start by grabbing that damn zip end with my teeth and pull it away until I could reveal your cunt layer by layer. I’d take my time and drive you crazy, as my breath teased your moist folds, and I would lap at your cream. I’d lick and nibble my way around the outer lips and then delve deeper inside until I found your sweet spot. I’d coax that little nubbin with my teeth until it swelled and peeked out of his hiding place proud and strong. Then I’d use my hands to spread you wide, so you opened to me, and I’d blow across your moist flesh, until you’re so needy for me that your hands yank at my hair and push me into your cunt. Then I’d lick you all over, without touching your clit and then I’d use my tongue to fuck your sweet hole. You’ll be gushing for me and I’ll take you right to the edge and then I’ll leave you hanging until you can’t stand it anymore, and you scream for me to make you come. Then and only then I’ll suck your clit so hard you see stars whilst my fingers fuck you into multiple orgasms, and if you’re a very good girl I’ll even let you have my cock.”

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..Thank you for joining us here today, Mike Anderson! It was a pleasure getting to know about you, the story you're in, and your author.