Guest D. C. McMillen Shares Her New Book The Wedding and Tips for Wedding Survival

My latest release is a steamy story about a girl who gets roped into attending a wedding with her landlord, a guy she slept with once. This is not exactly her idea of an ideal setting for their first real date but she’s clever enough to ensure that she and her date has a good time.

I, myself, have attended about three billion weddings in my lifetime, give or take a few zeros, and I’ve learned that weddings are only about as fun as my attitude. Sure, there are a few that couldn’t be saved if I brought my own live band and mini-bar but, for the most part, I try to make my own fun.  I do this by following a set of rules that I’ve carefully crafted over the years, and by carrying a trusty wedding first aid kit to get me through those survival mode situations.

Wedding Attendance Rules:

Leave the ego at home. If the bride and groom want you to do the chicken dance, the conga, the electric slide or *shudder* sing a love song to get them to kiss (why I want to see them kiss is beyond me), these activities are a hell of a lot more fun when you don’t care that you look like a fucking idiot.

Don’t spend all of your time with just one close knit group of people. Mingle and get other guests mingling. A wedding is way more fun when people are interacting with each other.

Pretend you love everyone. Even that bitch at table twelve who ditched you on a girl’s night out three years ago just because she met a Jim Morrison look-a-like.

Don’t attempt to drink your weight in alcohol at the open bar.

Wedding Attendance Survival Kit:

Safety pins

Safety pins are a must for those little mishaps, like a dress or bra strap ripping while you’re doing the electric slide or funky chicken.

Travel sized hair spray

Dual use, folks! Not only will it help you cement that up do, it fights static cling. Simply apply as you would with anti-static spray.

Clear nail polish

Stops nylons from running. Simply apply the moment you notice a snag.

Spare nylons

You will need these if you don’t catch that snag until it’s running up your leg.

Ballerina flats

Mine come folded into a handy, sparkly little zippered pouch. If you simply cannot stand another moment in those stilettos, or a heel or strap snaps, these are the perfect replacement.

Pashmina, scarf or pretty shawl

This will alter the look of your outfit if you’re caught in the same dress as another attendee. Also, when drunk uncle Herman spills his scotch on your dress, you’ll be glad you have something to cover it up. I once had to wrap one around my waist like a belt so it would cover a huge red wine stain on my thigh. To my surprise, everyone complimented my ensemble.

These are the basic behavioural guidelines and first aid items that I would suggest women bring to a wedding or any high-end function. Of course, if none of this works, and you still find yourself having a disastrous time, you can always do what my mother and I do in case of emergency; we share a joint. It’s more or less legal in Canada and it doesn’t take much to get us feeling a little silly because we are drug-free the rest of the year. Well, except when we visit my great aunt Shirley but trust me, that situation requires some mind-altering assistance. Even my grandmother pops a couple Valium in preparation for that visit.

And now it’s your turn! What do you pack in your wedding survival kit? What is on your list of wedding attendance rules? But before you answer, why don’t I share a little bit about my latest release?

The Wedding

Karen is not the type to attend a wedding with a guy she’s only slept with once but, in a rare display of empathy, she agrees to accompany her new landlord Allen to this sure-to-be-boring function. Fortunately, Karen knows how to have a good time, and she’s pretty sure she and Allen can make their own fun…even if they have to do it in the outdoors just steps away from a couple hundred stuffy wedding guests.

The Wedding, mini-excerpt:

The car rumbled to life and he pulled from the roundabout into traffic. He seemed at ease, his hand alternately resting on my thigh and the shifter. As we neared our destination, however, his comfort steadily dissipated.  His fingers tapped against the wheel and he smoothed his other hand along the thigh of his dress pants. Jesus, I hope he’s not going to act like this all night. There better be an open bar.

“So, uh, like I said,” he said finally. “My ex-best friend and his wife won’t be there.”

“Uh huh,” I said, distracted. Who doesn’t have an open bar at a wedding these days? No one, that’s who. God, I hope the champagne is good. I need an overflowing glass of expensive champagne, like, ten minutes ago. Since when does Karen Valentine go to weddings as someone’s date?

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D.C. McMillen enjoys writing about dirty sex in questionable places but has been known to write about other subjects, on special occasions. She is featured in MuseItHot’s Short & Spicy line up with The Rental, The Wedding and A Decent December. D.C.’s short stories and flash fiction can be found in several anthologies and other print and online publications. She is obsessed with Twitter and invites you to look her up at @mcmillendc, on her blog, or Facebook.

Malia Mallory Interviews the Lovely and Talented Shoshanna Evers!

I’m welcoming to the blog today Shoshanna Evers! Shoshanna is a multi-published, bestselling author. She is an expert when it comes to self-publishing, book covers and more!

Thank you for joining me today!

What was the first thing you had published? How did it come about?

Shoshanna Evers:

The first thing I had published was Punishing the Art Thief, with Ellora’s Cave. That came out September 16th, 2010, and that led to another six books with EC before I began branching out. I was reading a ton of Ellora’s Cave books at the time, so they seemed like a natural place to submit my manuscript to.

Since then, I’ve self-published as well as published with Simon & Schuster/Pocket Star, Cleis Press, Wild Rose Press, and Penguin/Berkley Heat. I love having my toes in as many publishing waters as I can!

What genres do you consider your work to be? Do you foresee branching out into other genres?

Shoshanna Evers:

In general, I write erotic romance. And more specifically, I write BDSM erotic romance (like the Enslaved Trilogy). But I also have some vanilla erotic romance (like Bedhead), and some “steamy contemporary romance,” such as Snowed in With the Tycoon, and the upcoming Entangled Publishing book The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride…and Baby.

But I really went over to another genre, in my opinion, with my upcoming Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star imprint. Those books are dystopian post-apocalyptic erotic romance, and because they’re the longest books I’ve written (that’s not saying much, since I tend to write short), they have a ton of secondary plots and characters all interweaved.

Tell us about your most recent release.

Shoshanna Evers:

Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy, just came out!

Blurb for Enslaved, Book One in the Enslaved Trilogy

from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star:

From a red-hot erotica writer comes an original eBook—a sensual romp across the playgrounds of the unbelievably rich and extremely sexy.

Elisabeth Anderson has seen Trevor and his friends at the infamous Manhattan BDSM club WhipperSnapper, where everyone calls them the BAD Boys, for “Billionaire Arrogant Doms.” The BAD Boys—Trevor Brooks, Marc Wilde, and Roman Chase—are aptly named; they’ve made money hand over fist due to their aggressive investing at the Brooks Wilde Chase Fund. These guys are so rich they can get away with anything, or so the rumors go.

Trevor gives Elisabeth full reign of his estate in Westchester, letting her do as she pleases. He has only two rules. Rule One: she must obey and submit to him while she is living in his house. Rule Two: always answer the blue cell phone. She’s happy to oblige, because being with Trevor makes her want to obey, to love him the way he seems to be falling for her. But Elisabeth’s never been good at being the quiet sub; she’s feisty and gets off on the punishments more than she does by pleasing Trevor.

Elizabeth can’t submit to Trevor the way he needs her to, so his friend and business partner (and fellow BAD Boy) Roman takes her in hand. But love triangles can have sharp edges…and somebody’s bound to get hurt.

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And here’s an adults-only excerpt that you won’t find in the sample pages.

An excerpt from Enslaved, Book One in the Enslaved Trilogy

Copyright 2012 Shoshanna Evers

Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, All Rights Reserved

Elisabeth unlocked the door and went to the bed, kneeling. She remained as motionless as possible, her eyes shut, to give Trevor the chance to see her before she saw him.

What was going to happen? To spend one evening getting flogged in public was one thing, but to be alone in a bedroom with a Dom she’d met once before was another.

The door didn’t squeak on its hinges as it opened, but she heard it quietly latch shut. And a click as the lock turned in place.

She trusted Gregory, and Gregory said to trust Trevor. Which is why she shouldn’t be so frightened suddenly. Weren’t they just bantering on the blue cell phone not a moment before?

Yes. She could trust Trevor.

She must—at this point, there was no going back. Or was there?

Breathe.

So now she was alone now with him. With Trevor.

Elisabeth could sense he was quite close to her, despite being unable to see him, her eyes still shut. A whiff of expensive cologne that reminded her of something—someone?—and then the heat of his hand on her chilled face.

She whimpered, scared now.

She didn’t know this man. What he was into. What he’d do to her, or make her do to him. Men had some kinky tastes, that she did know.

“Are you okay doing this?” he asked. “Do I have your consent?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Open your eyes, Elisabeth. Look at me.”

She obeyed, and saw he’d dimmed the lighting, casting the guest bedroom in shadow, though still softly lit. Sconces on the walls threw golden highlights across the mahogany furniture.

“You look frightened,” Trevor whispered. “Were you scared I was going to slap you?”

Why would such a gorgeous man want her, when he could have anyone? His dark hair, neatly trimmed, contrasted sharply with green eyes the color of the emerald ring her mother had given her before she passed. Of course, that emerald was of poor quality, cloudy with flecks of—

“You need to answer me when I ask you a direct question,” Trevor prompted.

Well, then. Let the games begin.

“I forgot the question,” she lied, and gave him what Gregory always called her “brat face,” but that she preferred to think of as a cheeky grin.

“Then I imagine you’re not too frightened to continue.”

Elisabeth laughed. Trevor was totally different from Gregory. From the flogging he’d given her at the club it was clear he knew what he was doing. So what did he need her for? Certainly not to practice on.

“Keep laughing, princess.”

She promptly shut her mouth, her gaze flickering involuntarily over to the large duffel bag on the low dresser across the room. He’d brought it in with him.

“I don’t like to slap faces, but I will make it difficult for you to sleep comfortably tonight.”

“Sorry, sir,” she replied, as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to make it clear she wasn’t sorry. Her nerves continued their skitter jangle, but now she was in her element. She knew how to force a man to earn her respect.

Technically she was supposed to submit to and respect him automatically because Gregory had ordered her to, but that’s not how it worked for her. Never had.

“No you’re not,” he said.

“I’m not,” she agreed. “I’m a fucking masochist. A pain-slut, remember? Do your worst.”

Trevor reached out casually and grabbed her by her hair, twisting the black strands in his fingers until she felt the sting on her scalp. “As you wish.”

Nice.

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Enslaved, Book One in the Enslaved Trilogy, from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star imprint, is available now at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iTunes

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About Shoshanna Evers:

Critically-acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon Erotica Bestseller Overheated. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.

The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories.

Her BDSM erotic romance The Enslaved Trilogy releases April 8th, 2013 from Simon & Schuster’s Pocket Star imprint.

Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and two big dogs in Los Angeles, California. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.

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Author Morticia Knight Talks Love and Acceptance Along With New Release, Set Ablaze

I’m so pleased to welcome Morticia Knight to the blog! She has great story featuring firefighters! I read the excerpt…loved it. Check it out below.

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In my new book, “Set Ablaze”, Fire Chief Eric is coming out of the closet after twenty years of marriage. He’s been raised conservatively, and he’s never had any male relationships. He’s certainly never been out in the open about his sexual preferences. However, once he told his wife, she shouted it all over the town. He’s had no choice but to face varying degrees of acceptance, combined with downright hostility. When he meets the new recruit, Tom, he’s confused over how to handle his feelings, and what constitutes appropriate romantic behavior when courting a man. Throw in a spate of arson fires, and Eric is under a lot of pressure. Will it prevent him from seeking love with Tom, the sexy new firefighter?

I like Eric, and I definitely enjoyed writing him. He doesn’t curse, he’s respectful, and when he crosses sexual boundaries at work he is mortified by his own behavior. What is interesting to me is that so many people want to judge someone over their sexual preference as opposed to their actions, yet some of these same people do plenty of other things that are morally reprehensible. Such as holding hate in their hearts. And when I talk about sexual preferences – I don’t just mean whether someone identifies as gay – hetero couples who engage in responsible BDSM practices are judged as well, along with all other manner of expressions of love.

The recent outpouring of support with people changing their avatars at Facebook has been very heartening. I know I’m not going to change anyone’s outlook in a simple blog post, or even in one book. But the more authors, artists, filmmakers, musicians and others who contribute to the ideal of love healing all – the more of a chance we all have of finding love and acceptance.

The following is an excerpt from Set Ablaze when Eric finally signs the divorce papers from his twenty year marriage:

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Eric put his signature on the last of the divorce settlement papers, and slowly—almost reverently—put them back in the envelope. He would give them back to Charlene in the morning.

“Why don’t we wait?” he had pleaded with her. “Matthew will be headed to ASU in the fall. Can’t we just keep our family together for a little while longer?”

“Fuck you, Eric,” was all she’d had to say.

After twenty years of marriage and raising a wonderful son, that was all he warranted, a ‘fuck you’? He wanted to punch their marriage counsellor in the face. The counsellor had been the one who had encouraged ‘complete and open honesty, no matter how it might hurt’. Yeah. Great. Telling his wife he was, and always had been, swinging for the same team had been a wonderful move. That had really worked out well. She’d initiated the divorce proceedings that night, but not before she’d accused him of a countless number of things that were absolutely not true. She’d slapped him, saying that she’d have to get screened for ‘gay diseases’, and that she knew that he’d been cheating on her all those years. She’d even started accusing some of his straight friends of being his secret lovers.

“I knew it!” she’d screeched at him. “My mom warned me from the beginning! All those camping and fishing trips! Just excuses to go away with your boyfriends, just like in that stupid movie!”

His head had been spinning. She had yelled so many outrageous things. There had been one affair in high school that he’d thought he’d hidden well, but Charlene’s brother knew about it and had blabbed to her parents. Being young and scared, he’d lied and told her none of it was true. He couldn’t tell her the truth. She never would have married him. The unfortunate reality was that he never should have married her—it had been wrong to mislead her the way he had. He had never been attracted to women, but he came from a family that would have had a fit and cast him out if he hadn’t married and led a ‘normal’ life. How could he regret his son, though? He didn’t, and he actually really did love Charlene, just not in the way she needed and deserved.

Yes, it was the right thing to do ultimately. Maybe the asshole counsellor had been on point after all. Sighing, he put the envelope in his desk drawer, and focused his mind back on the other issues he was dealing with. He had a firefighter out with a broken ankle, and a temporary replacement coming in. He also had a meeting with the arson investigators at four o’clock—just fifteen minutes away—to discuss their latest findings on the arson fires that had been plaguing the town recently.

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This first book is part of the Uniform Encounters series, and is now available for a limited time for only .99 cents at these links:

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Morticia Knight Author Bio

Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM – she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people’s fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. Her three-book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest will be available in 2013, and she is currently working on a steampunk horror ménage.

Catch up with Morticia at: www.morticiaknight.blogspot.com  or follow her on Twitter @morticiaknight and facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/morticia.knight

Guest Louisa Bacio Talks BDSM in Brooklyn and Hurricane Sandy Relief

Please join me in welcoming Louisa Bacio to the blog! She’s here today to talk about a great anthology put together by authors to raise fund for Hurriane Sandy. I read Louisa’s story – it’s spicy!

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BDSM in Brooklyn

Although I’ve never lived in New York, the city’s part of my blood. My father was born in the Bronx, and my grandparents passed through Ellis Island, on their travels from Italy. When I heard about the call for stories for an anthology to benefit those affected by Hurricane Sandy, I had to take part.

The ever-sexy and prolific Trinity Blacio sent me a message with the submission guidelines. The stories had to be set in New York, around Valentine’s Day. One of the most iconic images – for me – is represented on the cover: “I Love NY.” My story “BDSM in Brooklyn” takes that visual concept and twists it a little bit.

Often a story comes to me in pieces of dialogue and snapshots of scenery. When you read it, the pacing is hard, fast and sexy, and then suddenly it shifts. The action grinds to a halt. Sometimes love is rough and tumble with spanking and bondage, but sometimes – you have to admit – we like the slow and soft, too. “BDSM in Brooklyn” encompasses both, and hopefully leaves readers with a satisfying ending.

Louisa Bacio

 We LOVE New York: A Romance Anthology to Raise Funds for Hurricane Sandy Relief was conceived of by best-selling erotic romance author Trinity Blacio as she watched the devastation pounding the City that Never Sleeps.

And she wanted to do something for the city that has inspired so many love stories, and made so many people fall in love with her. She teamed up with Lori Perkins, the Publisher of Riverdale Avenue Books, and an award-wining anthologist, to create a way to give back and rebuild.

Riverdale Avenue Books will be donating 10% of all revenues collected from the sale of this anthology to the Red Cross Hurricane Sandy Relief Fund.

Available via Amazon, ARe and other eRetailers.

Louisa Bacio is the author of six erotic novels, including the paranormal series The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf, and numerous steamy short stories.

Bacio enjoys soaking up the sun in Southern California, and spending time with her family. In addition to writing and editing, Bacio teaches college courses in English, journalism, film studies and popular culture.

Drop in for a visit at

http://www.louisabacio.com

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Guest Ella Jade Celebrates Crossfire of Love First Anniversary

Please join me in welcoming Ella Jade to the blog! She’s here sharing from her novel, Crossfire of Love. It’s on a special promotion the entire month of March! In addition, check out the rafflecopter at the bottom of the post to enter to win an Amazon gift card.

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I’m celebrating the one year anniversary of the release of my contemporary romance Crossfire of Love. In honor of that milestone my fabulous publisher Beachwalk Press has lowered the price of the book to $1.99. That’s 60% off! You can purchase the novel wherever you buy your eBooks including Amazon, B&N and Are for the entire month of March.

Can an arranged marriage lead to love?

Recent college graduate Gabriella has finally married the man of her dreams, the older, charismatic attorney Lorenzo Martinez. She’s had a crush on him for as long as she can remember and always imagined they’d one day find their happily ever after. Unfortunately, they enter into a union arranged by their fathers.

Lorenzo is charming, protective, and loyal to his crime lord father Carlo. When Carlo asks Lorenzo to marry Gabriella he jumps at the opportunity. He’s been drawn to her for many years and knows by marrying her he’s helping to protect her father.

Gabby is resentful and won’t be Lorenzo’s charity case. But sparks fly and the couple soon gives into their desire, realizing they were meant to be together.

What happens when Carlo’s enemies threaten their future? Will someone get caught in the crossfire?

Content Warning: graphic sex, some violence

Buy Link – http://beachwalkpress.com/crossfire-of-love/

Excerpt

Lorenzo walked up the porch steps, turning to stare at her. “Are you coming, Gabriella?” No one but Lorenzo and his father called her by her full name. She liked when Lorenzo said it. He’d always made it sound so formal and sexy.

These were the first words he had spoken to her since they left the courthouse. They were married in the chambers of the prestigious Judge John Cartwright. He’d been a family friend of the Martinezes for many years. He was their go-to man whenever they needed something done fast and legally. Well, legal in her new father-in-law’s eyes anyway.

She hurried up the steps and followed Lorenzo inside their new home. It was built within a matter of months after she’d agreed to marry him. Carlo wanted them to have their privacy, but he also wanted to keep them close. He didn’t trust she’d hold up her end of the bargain, and keeping her on the property was the best way to ensure she wouldn’t run.

It was silly, really. How could she run from a family like this? They had ties all over the world. There wasn’t any place she could escape to that they wouldn’t know about. She was a woman of her word. She said she would marry Lorenzo and she did. She’d find a way to cope. She always had.

Lorenzo pulled his jacket off, poured himself a scotch, and then loosened his tie. “Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you,” she said.

Most brides would be dancing the night away and drinking champagne by this point in their wedding night. She didn’t think that was part of Lorenzo’s plan.

“I didn’t think you’d go through with it.” He sipped the amber colored liquid as he looked her over.

“I said I would.”

“I know, but when push actually came to shove, I thought you’d run.”

“You don’t know me that well,” she said. “I don’t run.”

“Good.” He smirked as he put the glass to his lips.

Gabby couldn’t take her eyes away from those lips. She’d never had the pleasure of having them on her own. Judge Cartwright hadn’t asked him to kiss his bride. She hated herself for thinking about him that way.

“You could’ve stopped this. Why didn’t you?” she asked.

As they stood in front of the judge, she kept hoping he’d put an end to the charade and stop the wedding. It didn’t make sense to her why he had agreed to marry her. She didn’t have a choice. Her father’s gambling debts made sure of that. But she didn’t understand why he’d allowed things to get as far as they had.

“I was just as trapped as you were.” He downed the rest of his scotch.

She didn’t believe that. She knew he respected his dad, but she didn’t get why he wouldn’t have put his foot down and said no to such a life-altering decision.

“You could’ve told your father no from the beginning. Why would you agree to marry someone if you didn’t have to?”

“Look.” He shook his head. “It’s done now. We’re going to have to make the best of it.”

“Make the best of it?” She plopped down on the leather sofa. “I’m twenty-two years old. I just graduated from college, and you want me to make the best of it?”

“I know this isn’t what you might have wanted, but it is what it is. You agreed, and now it’s done. You can’t go back on it now. My father won’t forgive that.”

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Stormie Kent is A Guest Today with Her New Release – Battling Rapture

Please join me in welcoming Stormie Kent to the blog! Her steamy new release from Ellora’s Cave is Battling Rapture.

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Thanks for having me on your blog Malia!

I loved writing my new EC release, Battling Rapture. I love intensity between main characters. I especially love a little sexual tension thrown in the mix. The two main characters in Battling Rapture are in for the battle of their lives as they attempt to navigate the universe, stay alive and fight their attraction to each other. Take a peek at the sparks between my heroine and hero, Niki and Rhine.

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Niki is captured by hostile aliens after Earth is invaded. Once a soldier, she is now a slave. She is sold to the highest bidder, and then lost in a game of cards to a tall Ordanian spaceship captain, who claims to have been sent to rescue her. They work together to survive the dangers of the United Universe, while Niki battles her desire for the only man to ever enflame her mind, body and soul.

Captain Rhine’s mission is to reunite the Earth woman with her family. Outmaneuvering beast shifters and a crazed stalker are the very least he is willing to do to keep her by his side. Her touch ignites his passion. Her scent drives his lust. Her strength eases his soul even as she challenges him every step of the way. In the end, Rhine understands, the biggest battle is for her heart.

 EXCERPT

The following excerpt is for those readers who are 18 and over only.

Copyright © Stormie Kent, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

He pushed a button on the captain chair controls and turned to Niki. He stood. He observed her tense body and intense expression. She gazed back at him. Hostile was too mild for this woman.

“What?” she asked.

His next move wasn’t going to make her any more docile. Before he could think too much about it, he snatched her from her seat and cradled her in his arms. He ran his hands over her back as he made sure to slide her along his front.

“What the hell are you doing? There isn’t time for you to feel me up, you perv.”

She pushed against his chest. Her struggles to free herself helped accomplish his goal and enflame his senses at the same time. Her full breasts pressed and jiggled against him as he clutched her ample ass. It was enough to make him forget his true purpose.

He caught her wrist before her palm connected with his nose.

He spun her away quickly. “I needed my scent to be fresh on you.”

She watched him through slit lids. He forced his eyes from her heaving breasts and focused on what was important. Her wide leg stance and fisted hands. He knew how fast she was. She wasn’t as quick as him, but she could do a lot of damage if he happened to be distracted, which he was. He sidestepped her first pass, moving away from the fist that almost struck his jaw. His right hand deflected her side kick and he used his left hand to grab her arm and jerk her around so that her back was flush against his front.

He crushed both her arms to her sides and jerked her away from anything she could gain leverage from with her feet. He couldn’t resist pressing his face to the crook of her neck and inhaling. Somehow their little sparring session was arousing him more than it angered him. He jerked his face back quickly as she turned her head to bite him.

“Calm down. You will be among strong hypersensitives who won’t believe I own a level one exotic and haven’t touched her.”

“Warn me next time, asshole. I don’t like surprises and I definitely don’t want to be manhandled.”

He leaned close to her ear and spoke softly. “You lie.” Her nipples were hard against his arms and the sweet spice of her pussy clouded his judgment. His cock pressed against her back. Her struggles stroked him nicely. “You call me Sir in alien company.”

Want more? Click the link for another excerpt.

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Now for my blog tour contest. Every eligible comment along my blog tour will be entered to win. All those who enter a positive comment here between now and 11:59 p.m. Eastern (USA) on February 1, 2013 will be entered in a drawing for a $20 Amazon eGiftcard. You must leave a valid email address in the comments to be entered. The winner will be announced the night of February 2, 2013 on my blog: http://stormiekent.wordpress.com.

Happy Reading!

Stormie Kent

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Book Length: Novel

Genre: Futuristic Erotic Romance

Release Date: January 18, 2013

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Malia Mallory Welcomes Guest Blogger Lucy Felthouse!

 Full on Filth by Lucy Felthouse

The things I’ve written have variety. Whether it be word count, genre, pairings or heat level, I always seem to pen different things. It’s not done intentionally, it’s just that I tend to write whatever stories come into my head, unless I’m writing for a specific call for submissions which requires certain word count. What’s also different is that sometimes my erotica is just that, erotica. And sometimes it’s romantic, too. Otherwise known as erotic romance.

I started out penning pure erotica, or full on filth and only started including romance a year or so down the line. But now I love to write both, depending on how the mood takes me.

My latest releases are definitely what you’d call full on filth. And actually, they were both intended to be that way. A Taste of London was written specifically for Ellora’s Cave’s For Men range, which is why I intentionally made it dirtier, sexier and left out the romance. That’s not to say that the line doesn’t allow romance, because that’s not true. It’s just that it focuses on male fantasy and I thought that would be a good excuse to send a couple of young men on an adventure which just happened to be crammed with sexual encounters. It is very naughty, but if a woman wants to read an erotic story without romance, then there’s no reason she shouldn’t choose this one!

Raising the Bar, which is published by Decadent Publishing’s The Edge line, is also pure erotica. Again, romance is allowed in The Edge series, but I just wanted to write a really filthy story. This time, it’s aimed at both men and women, though if I’m honest, I think women will prefer it because there’s a seriously sexy man involved! There’s also a sunny foreign setting and a temporary feel to the whole thing, which allows the characters to throw caution to the wind much more when it comes to getting down and dirty in the bedroom.

So, if you like your stories with full on filth, then A Taste of London and Raising the Bar will definitely heat up your eReader. But if you’re looking for romance, then head to my website and check out some of my other stories—there’s something for everyone, pretty much!

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Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year traveling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.

Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-london/

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When Kayleigh takes a gap year before starting University, she decides she’s going to stay away from guys and just concentrate on having fun and experiencing life. That means going through a lot of batteries, but she’s happy and satisfied.

That is, until she gets to Spain on her travels and meets her new co-worker, Luciano. The scorching hot Spaniard soon has Kayleigh’s knickers in a twist— literally—and the time they spend together seriously raises the bar for her sex life. How will any other man ever compare?

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/raising-the-bar/

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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Join Malia Mallory and Morticia Knight for A Spirit of Love and Chi-chi’s!

Today I’m welcoming Morticia Knight to the blog. She’s been kind enough to bring along not only a super spicy excerpt from her book, A Spirit of Love, but also a fun recipe for chi-chi’s! Please enjoy!

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Hi Malia – thank you so much for letting me hi-jack your blog today! I have to say, I had an awesome Halloween, even though the scariest thing we did was watch horror movies. This year’s line-up included the original Psycho and Halloween 1 and 2. I tried to stay awake for the midnight showing of the silent film, Nosferatu (a must –have for the hubby), but I’ll confess we drank a few chi-chis, and I passed out. Stay tuned to the end of the excerpt, and I will give you my chi-chi recipe!

However, one of these Halloweens, I want to plan ahead and go to someplace that’s famously haunted – like a bed & breakfast or the Stanley Hotel (where Stephen King got his inspiration for The Shining), and try and capture EVP (ghost voices) or something eerie on film. I have had luck capturing some voices before when I went to a local historical cemetery, and when I worked at a location with strange occurrences – but it would be a blast to make a trip out of it! Is there anywhere you’ve ever been that’s famously haunted that you could recommend? Let me know!

My newest release from Total-E-Bound is an MMF ménage that centers around the relationship of three paranormal investigators who have a bit of a checkered past with one another. As they say – it’s complicated. The irony is that the three of them are perfect for one another in so many ways – if only they could get beyond all of those nasty feelings of guilt and betrayal. Will a decidedly kinky ghost help them out?

A Spirit of Love

Blurb: Two men and one ex-girlfriend. Can a lovelorn and kinky ghost help these three paranormal investigators find true love with each other? 

She was becoming moist, so she switched on the Rabbit. She continued to picture how he would thrust his tongue in her pussy, squeeze and knead her ass cheeks, sometimes licking her back hole too. She had just inserted the vibrator when Emilio’s face popped into her fantasy. Did Martin do that to him too? Lick his asshole? Did he put his dick there and fuck him with the force that he used to fuck her? Did he like sucking on Emilio’s cock?

She shut off the vibrator. The scenes were hot, stimulating, but she was no longer part of them. This was ridiculous. She would never have an orgasm again because, even in her fantasies, Martin and Emilio left her out.

Wait a minute. This is my fantasy and I can do whatever the hell I want. And I want to be included!

She switched the Rabbit back on. She let Martin continue to suck on Emilio’s cock, but this time she joined in. In her fantasy, they both knelt before the sultry Emilio and worshiped his prick, sharing it between them, their fingers on each other’s genitals at the same time. Emilio’s cock went in one, then the other’s mouth, or even sometimes they had their mouths on either side at the same time. Martin rubbed his fingers through her drenched folds while she grasped Martin’s dick and stroked it up and down.

She let her mind go free, and now she was sucking a walnut-sized nut sac into her mouth while Martin deep-throated Emilio. Emilio was pumping his cock into Martin’s mouth faster and faster, sometimes making him gag, and Martin was rubbing and flicking her clit with amazing agility and speed. She grasped the base of Martin’s cock just as Emilio squirted his release into Martin’s mouth, and Sophie yelled out her own orgasm loudly.

She pulled the vibrating toy from her pussy and shut it off. It had done the job, to a degree. Now that she’d released all of that pent-up frustrated energy, she was disgusted with herself. Throwing the newly purchased sex aid across the room, she couldn’t believe that she was coming to a fantasy of not only the guy who had cheated on her, but his current male lover as well. They were haunting her like one of the spirits she channelled for her clients.

Only these guys weren’t ghosts, they were very real. And very hard to exorcise.

Buy Links

Total-E-Bound: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1817

Amazon: http://amzn.to/U3lW74

All Romance: http://bit.ly/U3mfif

Morticia Knight’s chi-chi recipe:

Ingredients: A bottle of Pina Colada mix, vodka, fresh pineapple cubes and shredded coconut.

Mix ½ cup colada mix, 1 ½ cups ice, and 1 shot of vodka into blender. Add 4 or 5 pineapple chunks and a tablespoon of coconut shreds. Blend for 10 – 15 seconds. Pour into a cool tall glass or coconut shaped mugs, and garnish with a maraschino cherry (that’s the nipple – *wink*) For you virgins: omit vodka, and add a scoop of vanilla frozen yogurt or ice cream instead – yum!

Morticia Knight Author Bio

Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM – she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people’s fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on a Three-Book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest that features those yummy men in uniform, and a steampunk horror ménage.

Catch up with Morticia at: www.morticiaknight.blogspot.com  or follow her on Twitter @morticiaknight and facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/morticia.knight

Top Five Hazards of Writing Romance – Malia Mallory Welcomes Guest Suzanne Rock

Welcome Suzanne! This is a great (and unfortunately true!) list of occupational hazards for writers. Don’t miss the blurb for Suzanne’s book Pressure Point.

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Every occupation has hazards. For example, construction workers can have things fall on them, police officers can get shot, or scientists could be exposed to hazardous chemicals. Most people don’t think that being a romance writer is dangerous, but the occupation has its own list of hazards, believe me. I know this first-hand because I think I’ve suffered from each of these afflictions at some point in my writing career. Have you?

Hazard #5: Eye Strain

I want to read you email, I really do, but the font is just so…small. Do you really have to use 12pt? 20pt is so much easier on my eyes. Or maybe it was 200% magnification… And bold. All text needs to be bold. Regular font is so damn faint. Ah hell, just tape record your message and send it over. After the hours and hours of reading I need to do for my job, I’ll be lucky if I can see the screen well enough to log into my email account. :p

The best thing to do to alleviate eye strain is to give your eyes rest time. I know it’s easier said than done, but honestly, taking breaks from your work is the best way to prevent doing permanent damage to your eyes.

Hazard #4: Carpal Tunnel Syndrome

Writers write. And rewrite. And then write some more. What no one tells you is that if you aren’t writing in an position that is ergonomic, you can put a lot of strain on your fingers, wrists and arms. I learned this first hand when I got carpal tunnel syndrome after writing the last Ecstasy Spa story. Let me tell you, it’s not fun. So painful. The only thing that can cure it is to stop typing all together and let me tell you, that’s almost impossible for a writer. I’d almost rather get nerve damage, lol. Lucky for me, technology has come to the rescue. I’ll be trying out some new speech-to-text software to help cut down on my typing. I’ll let you know how it turns out. There are also ergonomic wrist rests that help to alleviate this ailment. In short, make sure that you aren’t putting too much strain on your fingers and wrists. We make a lot of sacrifices for our art, but nerve damage shouldn’t be one of them.

Hazard #3: Writer’s Butt

Ugh. Just ugh. Writers write and to do this, you need to sit. And sit. And sit. We sit for days on end without moving…well, we do move. We all move to the kitchen to get a snack. :/ All of that inactivity can lead to a lot of cush in the tush. As writers we need to remember that frequent breaks are just as important as getting those words in. Standing up and walking around periodically can do a lot to help keep our butts from growing up to three times their normal size.

Hazard #2: Living in a Fantasy World

This is almost a given. Writers love to think about their writing. We daydream about plot, setting and characters twenty-four hours a day. Unfortunately, all of this time in our fantasy world can leave us with a warped view on reality. “What do you mean, you don’t have fangs? Doesn’t everyone have fangs now-a-days?” You writers know what I mean. Your characters become more real than your family, and this could lead to some interesting conversations. J To help with this, set a timer for periodic intervals. When it goes off, remind yourself that you do indeed exist in a real word with real people who depend on you. Kids need to be fed, dogs needs to be walked. It’s best if you interact with the people around you before things get too out of control.

Hazard #1: (And the most dangerous, IMHO) Man-titty Fatigue

As romance writers, we are constantly bombarded with sexy images. Topless men, couples in the passionate embrace, sexy models with that intense “come hither” stare. To a woman first introduced to this world, it’s a dream come true. Men? Hell yes! But after a few months, er, years, things start to blend together. Features that thrilled you three years ago don’t have the same allure. The models look too young, or too scruffy, or too…something. Faces blend together until you have a difficult time telling the men apart. This is especially true for the indy writer, who needs to go through countless stock photos to find the right one for their book cover. In this case, it’s good to take a step back and not look at pictures for a few days. During this detox stage, remember what it is you find sexy about men and rediscover your love for the opposite sex. Hopefully some time away will help you to rediscover what so many other women are drooling over.

So, there you have it, my top five working hazards of the romance writer. Do you suffer from any of them? Tell me about it in the comments section. I’d love to hear from you!

Book Blurb

When Blake and Drew ask Elsie to have some fun with them at the Ecstasy Spa holiday party, she seizes the opportunity to forget about the pressures of her job and personal life. She has always had a crush on both men and knows that they are dating, so she expects nothing more than the one-night stand they offer her. Blake and Drew have other plans however. Together the men fulfill her every torrid dream, bringing her to heights she never thought possible. They want to make their fling more permanent, but doing so could cost them all their jobs. Should Elsie risk her livelihood for a chance to make her dreams come true?

Price: $3.99

For more information, to read an excerpt, or for buy links, go here: http://suzannerock.com/?page_id=1526

Biography

A lifetime New Englander, Suzanne married her college sweetheart and has been with him for over twenty years. Every summer she drags her husband and two daughters to Maine on a quest for the perfect lobster dinner. Every fall she can be found down in Foxboro, Massachusetts cheering on her favorite football team. In between those trips, she’s a chauffeur, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a hairdresser, a wardrobe stylist, a tutor and a sometimes masseuse. To keep her sanity, she often drinks copious amounts of coffee and stares at the blank screen of her laptop, dreaming of great adventures. Sometimes she even writes them down for others to enjoy.

Malia Mallory Hosts Bestselling Author Delilah Fawkes – New Release Lush Curves #BBW #EroticRomance

Today I have the pleasure of welcoming Delilah Fawkes to my blog. Delilah has been hitting the bestseller charts all over and today she is sharing her newest release, Lush Curves.

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Malia was kind enough to invite me to her blog today to chat about my exciting new series, LUSH CURVES! After the success of my last erotic romance series, THE BILLIONAIRE’S BECK AND CALL, I wanted to try something different–a romance that highlighted the emotional journey of two people from very different cultures, each with their own gifts and baggage, and show them falling in love from two different perspectives.

In the first part of the series, we learn about Aolani Kahale, a beautiful, curvy woman with big dreams of starting her own photography studio. She moved from Hawaii to the mainland to make her dream come true, but has been stuck at a dead end job at a marketing firm, and feels like she’s treading water.

Enter our sexy hero, Scottish yacht company CEO, Gavin Fletcher. Gavin’s new marketing campaign is failing, and he needs to shake things up to stay a success. When he sees Aolani, he knows exactly what will save it–her, as his new model, the face and body of his ad campaign.

Sparks fly between them instantly, but both struggle to remain professional. It was incredibly fun to write, because we get to see how each views the other, as well as hear their inner dialogue as Aolani deals with insecurities and Gavin tries to resist being the boss that hits on his new employee. It’s exciting getting to know them both as I write their story.

Here is what early reviewers are saying about Lush Curves:

“Sweet Jesus!! Delilah strikes again with a wonderful start to what is going to no doubt be another Epic Serial by her. I have read everything from 50 Shades to some seriously erotic novels and short stories, but NONE have stolen my heart like Aolani and Gavin.”

“Among all the sexual tension between Gavin and Aolani, Delilah Fawkes showcases her ability to balance two shifting perspectives between the leads, without making them sound like rehashes of each other. Living dialogue and interesting characters are what makes this more than just erotic fun, it makes a real book.

And here’s a LUSCIOUS sneak peak, just for you!

The moment I saw her, I knew she was something special.

I wanted to laugh when I saw her bending over that coffee spill, looking back at me in such a vulnerable position, but something in those deep, black eyes and, let’s face it, the arresting sight of her bum pointing straight at me, made me clear my throat and look away before she got the wrong idea. I wanted her, my body reacting to hers, but I had business to attend to. And I certainly didn’t need to be leering at any employees.

But when Martin introduced us, and I felt her small hand in mine, I couldn’t help but feel the connection, couldn’t deny the chemistry between us. With her flowing, black hair and gorgeous skin, she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, and my thoughts wandered to the strictly unprofessional.

What would her body look like set free from her business attire? What would those gorgeous curves of hers look like clad only in a teeny, tiny Bond Girl bikini?

Now, standing on the deck of my yacht, I marveled at her bravery. That a person with no experience modeling would have the confidence to get up there and give it a go was impressive, to say the least. I asked her to do it–Hell, I nearly begged her–but I don’t know if I could have done the same, if she’s asked me to don a Speed-o in front of a wanker like Martin, not to mention the rest of the crew.

Aolani was something else. Something remarkable. And even though I knew I shouldn’t get involved, I wanted to know more about her.

“Um… Where should I stand?”

Aolani’s voice cut through my thoughts. She stood near the cabin, the anxiety in her eyes as clear as day, twisting her hands together in front of her body. That beautiful body that should never be covered up.

Martin opened his mouth to answer, probably to tell her to quit fidgeting, but I spoke first.

“Would you please join me by the railing?”

She glanced at Martin’s frown, then nodded to me, obviously relieved I’d be giving the instructions. Martin fumed next to me, but I’d deal with him later. It was too important that she remain calm and comfortable in order to get the shot right.

She wasn’t one of his models, who cut their teeth on the abuse of bastards like him snapping away. It was painfully obvious she didn’t know how beautiful she was, or what she was capable of. She didn’t know what I saw when I looked at her.

She was next to me now, looking up at me with those almond eyes, drawing me to her with that inexplicable tug I felt whenever she was near. I could smell the scent of coconut in her hair, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from traveling downward, over her ample cleavage held perfectly by the cups of her white bikini. My eyes traveled back up to hers, and I cleared my throat.

I had to remain professional.

“I’m picturing you leaning over the railing, Aolani, your elbows resting gently on the wood as you look out to sea. Can you try that for me now?”

She nodded and leaned over, clasping her hands together as she gazed out. I assessed her posture, trying to keep my breathing steady as my gaze slid over her tiny waist and flat belly to the rounded swell of her full hips… and that arse that made my cock stir in my trousers every time I saw it…

“Roll your hips back a little and arch your back, lass,” I said. “It will show you off more.”

She looked at me, her brow furrowing. “Are you sure you want that?” She looked down, and I could see her cheeks coloring. I wanted to reach out and stroke her cheek, to tell her she had nothing to be afraid of, but I didn’t know how she’d react. I settled for brushing her hair off her shoulder, and noticed her sharp intake of breath when my fingers grazed her skin.

“Absolutely,” I said. “I want to capture those beautiful curves of yours. Soften your gaze as you look out, like you’re seeing everything that you dream of, just over the horizon… Do you know how I mean?”

She chewed her lip and glanced down at my hand, still resting on her shoulder, but didn’t pull back.“I think so,” she said. “I’ll give it a try.”

She pushed her hips back ever-so-slightly and opened her shoulders, arching her back. I sucked in a breath, and motioned for Martin to come over quickly. The lighting crew followed, hastily setting up their gear.

“Now, Aolani,” I said. “Gaze toward the horizon.”

The wind kicked up, whipping her hair back behind her. Her expression took on the quality of a dreamer, her face relaxed and serene as she looked out over the harbor waves. In that moment, I would have given anything to know what she dreamed about–what kind of vision for her future made her look so peaceful, so hopeful… and so utterly beautiful.

Martin’s camera snapped away, and he started his spiel, telling her to adjust slightly this way and that until he had every angle he wanted captured. But I knew we’d gotten what we needed with that first shot.

Aolani Kahale was a natural.

LUSH CURVES is available for .99 cents on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and AllRomanceEbooks. 

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Malia! And happy reading, all!

Bio:

Delilah Fawkes is the bestselling erotic romance author of “The Billionaire’s Beck and Call” series, selling more than 150,000 e-books in 2012. She’s known for sizzling romances with red hot alpha males you’ll fall in love with and strong women who make them swoon. If you like your romance gripping, fast-paced, and dripping with sinful love scenes, you’ve got to check out what Delilah has to offer.

Delilah Fawkes always delights in bringing you the very best in erotica and erotic romance!

Links to book:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/R6trew

Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/R6tsze

Kobo: http://bit.ly/R6tsPP

AllRomance: http://bit.ly/R6tveq

Blog: http://www.delilahfawkes.blogspot.com