Monday, January 31, 2011

Interview with Author Taige Crenshaw

welcome fellow Romance Writers Behaving Badly author, Taige Crenshaw! She has a new release out. Stop back tomorrow to read more about it!

• When did you get started writing and what motivated you to write?

Writing has been in my blood and soul forever. For as long as I can remember I’ve always been an avid reader and a writer. When I was a child I used to make up my own stories and share them with my family and friends. As I got older I continued to write. When I went to college I started getting more information on actually writing professionally. I joined some writing organization and started to learn my craft.

• What genres do you write in and why?

I write paranormal, fantasy, contemporary, and romantic suspense. I love them all. Love exploring all that there is.

• Tell me about some of your WIPs?

Power of Attraction, book 1 in my Blackstone Haven series releases today.
Indigo Rain, book 1 in my Phoenix Intelligence Agency will be released on March 14, 2011.

I just submitted a few days ago Power of Instinct book 2 in the Blackstone Haven series. Started working on 3rd book in the Blackstone Haven series. And 2nd book in the Phoenix Intelligence Agency. I’m working on some joint projects. There are a few surprises I have in store for the series. I’m also self editing some books in my series that I have at various publishers. It is going to be a sizzling and busy year. LOL.

• Tell me about yourself?

I love to draw. I’m an avid seamstress. I can whip up an outfit quick if I have to go someplace special and have nothing to wear. I love to cook. I’m a voracious reader. My library in my house and on my computer is massive. That’s one of the first things you notice when you come to my house.

• Where can we find you on the Internet?

My Website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/
My Blog - http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog
Chat Group ~ Crenshaw Café - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/crenshawcafe
To sign up for my Newsletter ~ http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/newsletterandgroups.shtml
To email me: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/contact.shtml
Satin Notes (Free Reads): http://www.satinnotes.com/
• What do you like to read? Who are your favorite authors?

Everything as long as it is interesting. I have so many books in every genre.

• Do you belong to any writer’s chapters or groups, like RWA?

Yes I am an RWA Pan member and belong to a few online chapters.

• Do you have any recommendations for aspiring writers?

Write, submit and continue writing. I learned the value of writing, submit and go on to the next. This business is a waiting game. So submit your book and then go onto the next one.

• Do you do research for your stories? If so, what kind?

Oh yeah lots. I use books, internet and interview people about their professions or if they do something that I want to do for my characters.

• Are you a plotter (plots and outlines) or a pantzer (by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer)? Why?

Pantzer. Tried outlines and they don’t work for me. The story flows how it will and I let it. It works and I get some great surprises along the way.

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Bio: Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine’s, and sexy hero’s. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/ or blog: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog.



A woman whose destiny has been ordained from birth meets the man who has been prophesied for her--but there is more to him than meets the eye. With prophecies and legacies to fulfill, which way will she go: to a man who may be possibly her mate, or to a dark legacy that could take her life.
Buy January 31, 2011 - HERE at Total-E-Bound.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I am posting a random six sentence portion of my best-selling, m/m short story, RIP CORD, available here at Phaze Books.

It had been a long time since he’d come like that. “I hadn’t been with anyone for quite some time.”

Rip released a long sigh, his cock still deep within Gil, but softening a bit. “Are you usually on the receiving end?”

“Depends on who I’m with.”

“You know, with me you will always be a bottom.”


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Saturday, January 29, 2011

New Release: Half Hearts by Sherri Desbois


Blurb:

A promise broken
Losing her family at a young age, and then broken promises from the man she’d loved all her life, Charlie McCarty rarely allows anyone to get close to her. Resolved to live her life without love and determined to become a top-notch Veterinarian, she begins her residency in Redfield. Fate, however, has a way of stepping in to change even the most obstinate set plans and forces Charlie to face her past, push the boundaries of her control and her heart to the brink of destruction.

A passion fueled desire
It started out as a celebration, a chance for Charlie to let her hair down and just let go of her firm control for just one evening, but meeting a sexy as hell cowboy—and his familiar best friend—ambush everything. With relentless determination, both cowboys set out to show her that she is everything they want to complete their lives. Charlie begins to dream, once again, for the future she thought lost to her years ago.

A Journey of the Heart
When a terrifying figure from the past steps into their fragile romance, is their love enough to overcome the horror about to be unleashed or will it leave them with hearts broken in half?

Contains: Multiple partners (M/F/M), anal play, light bondage
Warning: Violence, some brutality and near rape at the hands of a madman.


Excerpt:


Prologue


Charlie looked up at the beautiful blue sky and scowled. It should be raining.

In the movies and on TV, it was always gloomy and raining at a funeral and the characters would cry. At the age of ten, when her parents died, it had been raining and she had been able to cry. Maybe that was why she couldn’t cry today, it wasn’t raining at Grams’ funeral.

Truth be told she hadn’t cried since walking into Grams room two days ago and found her in bed, not breathing, having passed away in the night. Charlie had walked quietly out of her room, into the kitchen, and called the number a hospice nurse had left to inform them that Grams had died. She’d then walked out onto the front porch, wrapped her arms around herself and sat to wait for the ambulance to arrive, unable to cry.

I’m a smart woman. I understand the “normal” grieving process.

First shock, then denial followed by sadness and anger before acceptance. Charlie bypassed the first, went straight to downright pissed off and fuck acceptance.

Looking around at the phony sniffling faces of the few townsfolk who had come to pay their last respects to Ms. Eudora McCarty had Charlie desperate to scream in rage.

Where the hell had these people been when Grams was alive? When first diagnosed with Metastatic Cancer a little over a year prior, not one of them had ever offered a single hand to help Grams.

Not that Charlie ever regretted having to care for Grams, it was the least she could do, since Gram had taken her in when her parents had died. Still, she thought at least one of these people could have offered to sit with Gram while she went to her senior prom, homecoming dance or hell, just one night to hang out at the local malt shop and just be a kid.

She had spent every day of her senior year with Grams and been home-schooled for the last semester of the year when Grams got too weak to get out of bed. Grams had urged her to go out and have fun, to be a kid, but Charlie just hadn’t felt right about leaving her alone.

Over the year, Charlie had learned to control her emotions. She could hide her disappointment, fears and anger. She learned to put on an airy, confident attitude around people and kept it in place right up until Grams died.

Today, however, she was just tired of staying in control. She wanted to scream, to hit something or someone. She refused to think about that someone.

Nope not today. This is about Grams not you!

Agony, as well as longing, bubbled at the surface, tried desperately to take a hold of her heart and shred it again. With a strength that only years of heartache had taught her, she forced it back down deep into the dark recesses of her brain so she could slam the door on and lock it tightly. Only in weak moments like today did it try to sneak past her carefully laid defenses.

She had turned eighteen nearly a year ago, and now she was officially and completely alone. Charlie brought the tissue to her mouth and muffled the sob that worked its way out up past her throat.

Though there were another one hundred thirty days of waiting, she was completely and utterly alone. She knew it in her heart, in her soul, even in her bones. He was to have come for her over two hundred thirty-four days ago, he hadn’t and he never would.

Best not to think about all that right now, Charlie!

The pain of that hurt even worse than the pain of watching Grams being slowly lowered into the cold ground. She hadn’t wanted to leave her, to take away her hugs, smiles and warmth. Grams had fought so hard to stay with her, tried to hide the pain in her eyes as the cancer ravaged her body. She would wrap her arms around Charlie, rock her slowly and comfort her with kisses to her head as she shushed her with soothing words. All the while, she fought for breath and against the pain. Grams had desperately battled to stay with her.

He had chosen to leave her, walked away with the promise to come back for her. He swore he would always be there for her no matter what and that she would never be alone. She didn’t need to sit and wait for the inevitable, to prove that he had lied to her. He had taken her heart then snuck away with it, never to return it.

It was gone, just as cold and dead as Grams was now. Charlie laid her head back against the folding chair, the sound of the coffin lowering still audible over the preacher’s last prayer for the dead. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and felt the first drops of cool rain land on the bridge of her nose.

Tears finally escaped from her eyes, down her face and mingled with the cold rain.

Yes, it rained at funerals.



Chapter One



Five years later


“I can’t believe I let you talk me into coming here.”

She was pouting, Charlie knew it, but didn’t really care at the moment. She hated honkytonks.

She looked around Jack’s Place. It was like all the other cowboy bars she had allowed Rae to force her to. The standard chicken-wire stretched across solid wood beam, closed off the small stage in an attempt to protect the local cover bands from rowdy patrons and wayward longnecks. Sawdust covered a wood plank dance floor that sported couples whirling and twirling in two-step fashion while twangy music blasted from a jukebox in the far corner. The decor did nothing to cover up nor distract from the thick, harsh aroma of stale beer and cigarette smoke, it still assaulted the nose and eyes just the same.

Rolling her eyes at Rae, Charlie continued to pout. “Dammit, Rae, this was supposed to be a celebration for my five years of hard work. Not just another excuse for you to hogtie some poor unsuspecting cowboy.” She stuck her tongue out at her best friend, perturbed.

“Ah c’mon, Charlie, this is about you. What better way to celebrate your success and burn off a little stress than surround yourself by cowboy’s tight asses. If I happen to get a chance to hogtie a sexy cowboy it’s just an added bonus. You know what you need?”

“Oh, do tell.”

“You, my friend, need to get laid.”

Charlie snorted a laugh, nearly choking on her beer. “Ha! If I needed to get laid, which I don’t, the last place on earth I’d look for a date would be one like this.”

Rae lifted an eyebrow at her. How the hell did she do that? Charlie had spent hours in the mirror trying to perfect that look and just couldn’t get it right. It was a look that made the recipients instantly start questioning themselves.

“See, that’s your problem right there. I never said you needed a date, just that you should get laid. What’s it been, like a year? Is that even possible? Honey, what you need is one of these big strong, hot and horny cowboys to work all that tension right out of your system.”

Actually, it had been one year, eleven months and four days--not that she was counting or anything. The image of rope-calloused hands as they stroked up and down her body made Charlie squirm in her chair. She would certainly never admit it to Rae, though.

The idea of having her wicked way with one of these cowboys made her fidget and her stomach tighten. The self-induced celibacy was sometimes even a bit much for her. She had her reasons and knew she had made the right choice not to get involved with anyone physically or otherwise. Dammit, some days were harder than others.

“Besides,” Rae continued. “It would do the locals good to see their new town doctor, her hair down and having some fun.”

“First of all, I’m just an overworked, underpaid resident. I won’t officially be able to call myself a doctor for another two years. Secondly, I don’t really think the “locals” will give a damn whether my hair is up or down when I have my arm shoved up their cow’s asses.”

“Eww,” Rae grimaced, “TMI Charlie, too much information!”

A roar of laughter escaped Rae and Charlie joined her. They laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks and Charlie’s sides ached. They wiped the tears from their eyes as their waitress approached, set down two longneck bottles of beer and two shot glasses that smelled strongly like tequila.

Charlie stared at the waitress through watery eyes. The woman was short, but what she lacked in height, she obviously tried to make up for with the size of her surgically enhanced breasts. They strained against a-size-too-small t-shirt that advertised she got “off” at Jack’s Place. Some might say the coverings she wore across her ass shorts but calling them that would be adding length to the barely there material.

Charlie couldn’t help but wonder how uncomfortable it must be to have to wear such an outfit at home let alone in public. Maybe that was why the woman had a look of disgust in her eyes and a snarl on her bright red lips, though she highly doubted it.

“Compliments of the cowboy at the end of the bar.” the waitress drawled, jerked her head in the direction the bar. She met Charlie’s eyes with a look of pure hatred before she turned and stalked off.

“Jesus, what the hell is her problem?”

“Who cares? Holy shit, Charlie! Turn around and look at the wet dream that just bought us drinks.” Rae murmured. “I think I just came in my panties.”

Charlie picked up her beer and turned toward the bar with every intention of saluting the cowboy with the beer in a gesture of thank you. When her eyes locked on the man standing at the bar, she was too stunned to move.

“Holy shit is right.” Charlie panted.

At the end of the bar stood a curly, dark-haired mountain of a man, a black Stetson pulled down low over his eyes. Olive skin accentuated a strong masculine face with full lips turned up into a sly smile above a strong, square jaw with just a hint of dark stubble.

The man was a God, pure and simple and the look on his face made Charlie realize he knew exactly what effect he had on the opposite sex. Hell, he was gorgeous enough that he probably had the same effect on most of the same sex as well.

Charlie let her eyes travel downward from his handsome face to broad shoulders and thick chest, which tapered beneath a tight white t-shirt to lean narrow hips. His jeans were loose, hung low on his hips and covered tree trunk sized thighs.

Charlie’s eyes took in the sight of him with a deep appreciation as she moved back up the man’s smoking hot body and locked on with those piercing eyes. Her quickened heart rate sped to hummingbird speed and her lungs forgot the need for oxygen as the sexy cowboy’s smile moved from sly to dazzling, then winked in her direction.

Heat rushed through her body like a freight train and heated up every cell of her body, only to merge into one lava hot charge between her thighs.

Turning back to face her friend, Charlie knew the awed, dazed look on Rae’s face was a mirror image of her own. She worked hard to slow down her breathing and squirmed in her seat in an attempt to relieve the ache in her sex.

“Rae?” she whispered.

Silence.

“Earth to Rae.”

Rae continued to stare in the direction of the bar, never once blinking as if she was under some hypnotized trance until Charlie kicked her shin under the table. “Please tell me I’m not imagining that the sexiest man on the planet is standing against a bar behind me and just bought us a drink.”

Rae jumped with a start, nearly knocked her beer over, and they both burst out laughing at the flushed looks on their respective faces.

“So, what were you saying about not needing to get laid?”

“Well, I do believe that Mr. Yum-Yum might be able to convince me otherwise given the right motivation.”

“Uh huh, might? Riiiight! On that note, I think I’ll head to the little girls room to wring out my panties.”

Charlie watched Rae’s exaggerated hip swings as she swished and swayed her way across to the back of the bar and had to giggle. She had to admit that she was having a good time. Since meeting Rachel “Rae” Lang during her first semester in college, the woman always seemed to know exactly how Charlie was feeling and just what she needed.

Tonight, she so needed this. She just wanted to spend one evening without thinking about school or anything else that caused stress in her life. During the semester, she was able to immerse herself completely in her studies with little time to let the loneliness she felt take up residence in her thoughts.

In between semesters, void of the schedule and the endless hours of researching and studying, were the hardest times for her. Rae was the only person on the planet that seemed to give a damn if Charlie existed or not. At twenty-three years old, she had no family and only one friend. Just how pathetic was that? A twinge of pain hit Charlie as she wondered what the hell she was going to do when Rae finally found the cowboy of her dreams and settled down. What then?

You go back to being lonely and miserable like you have been for the last five years whenever Rae was with her family.

Not really a comforting thought. Charlie sighed, realized the truth of it as she took a sip of her beer.

Feeling a heavy hand land on her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin when a deep, sultry voice whispered in her ear.

“Dance with me.” The soft command sent a hot thrill through her.

Charlie turned and looked up into the most captivating, chocolate brown eyes she had ever seen. Before her brain had a chance to react to the command, her body took over and followed him across the room to the dance floor.

Once engulfed in the sea of dancers, the cowboy pulled her against his rock hard body. His right hand cupped behind her neck and the other settled at the small of her back, his touch seared her skin.

Though the music that blared from the jukebox inspired a two-step hoedown, the mysterious man seemed oblivious to the upbeat tempo and pulled her against him, adjusted her slightly until his powerfully built thigh was nestled between her legs. His muscles flexed and rippled against her heated skin as he began to sway in a slow, sensual movement that had Charlie fighting to control her breathing.

The urge to pant was overwhelming. Rough fingertips stroked the exposed skin at the small of her back. The nerve endings seemed hardwired directly to her core. She shivered as she felt moist heat between her thighs.

Those wonderful fingers at her back began to slide back and forth under the waistband of her skirt, singed through her flesh and made it difficult to concentrate on anything but the sensual touch that kept rhythm with the sway of his hips against hers.

Charlie felt as if she was losing her ever-loving mind and fought to restrain herself from grinding against the thick thigh wedged between hers. The rock hard bulge pushed against her hip was doing little to help her with that battle.

A warm breath ghosted against the sensitive skin below her ear. “Tell me your name.”

He expected her to speak? She couldn’t think past the sensations consuming her body. How the hell was she supposed to form a coherent thought when his whisper turned into opened mouth kisses down her neck. She forgot all about words and questions, or hell, breathing for that matter. Instead, she did the only thing she could think of under the onslaught of that warm, wonderful tongue. She eased her head back, gave him plenty of room to work.

A low, deep chuckle rumbled next to her ear and again whispered, “Tell me.”

“Huh?”

“Your name.”

“It...it’s Charlie” she said breathlessly as his tongue continued to assault her skin and kept her off balance.

The hand at her back skimmed slowly up her spine and she felt the clip at the base of her neck pull away. Both hands moved to her neck to untangle the knot and smooth her waist-long hair down from the base of her neck to the top of her ass. His hands moved to the fleshy mounds and pulled her in closer.

Charlie could feel the power in the man’s body and responded to him as if her body was his to command. She couldn’t catch her breath and her pulse soared out of control. With the insistent pressure, her knees trembled and she was afraid to release the grip she had on his stone-like shoulders for fear her weak legs wouldn’t be unable to hold her up. She was at his mercy.

“I’m Trevor.” he whispered as his hands continued their exploration of her backside as he ducked his head back down to meet hers. His strong masculine scent enveloped her and a jolt of need traveled through her. Warm soft lips feathered against hers, his moist tongue lightly slid across her lower lip, encouraged her to respond.

“Let me in, Charlie.”

Charlie parted her lips in an unstoppable gasp and he dove in to devour her mouth. She responded to his persistent tongue without a conscious thought. It shocked her how quickly he had taken control of her body and long buried needs.

No one had been able to make her lose control like this since she was eighteen and it was unsettling. She’d had a few lovers during college, but none were able to make her truly respond. After a couple years, she finally gave up dating all together. It wasn’t fair to compare every man to the one who had captured her heart at thirteen and she grew tired of the guilt of seeing his face behind her closed lids every time another man touched her.

Yet this dark cowboy coaxed her body back to life in a hot rush that left her weak and breathless. The taste of his tongue was uniquely his and she relished it.

Charlie sighed. Finally, I can forget.

As the kiss deepened, her eyes closed and behind her lids was a familiar sexy face. The image of a light-haired, dimpled cowboy flashed through her mind, but to her relief was quickly replaced with the stranger holding her.

For the first time, she didn’t dwell on the blond cowboy’s beautiful sapphire eyes or his gorgeous smile. Through the haze of lust, she remained in the moment and the man in her arms. She reveled in the way his hands felt against her skin, instead of the ghost touches of a phantom lover who had never really been hers at all. He’d only been the ideas and dreams of fantasy that she had molded and shaped.

For the first time, she wanted exactly what was in front of her, a real thing she could lose herself in, but she remembered where she was and took notice of her surroundings.

Charlie reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled away a little. They both panted for breath. The cowboy rested his forehead against hers, stared at her with heated black eyes and whispered, “God, you’re beautiful.”

Charlie’s face flushed and her toes curled at the compliment from such a god-like creature, with no clue how to respond. Instead, she laid her cheek against his chest to hide her embarrassment. Trevor leaned over and snuggled her tighter against him, content to explore her body without words.

Through song after song, his slow, sensual sway never changed tempo. God knew Charlie was more than happy to let this man guide and caress her as if no one but the two of them existed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like I want you.”

Charlie pulled back, startled, and looked up at his face. The black of his pupils had eaten up the white, leaving him looking feral and wild. Only one thing made a man look like that and the pure unbidden lust in his eyes made it difficult to tell if he were sincere or not.

“Does that line usually work?”

He had the good sense to look embarrassed as he shrugged. “Usually, but in this case I’m telling the truth.”

Charlie couldn’t stop the giggle that passed her lips. It wasn’t so much that she was laughing at him, but it was just ridiculous that a man like him would want someone like her after only a few dances.

He cocked his head to the side, kind of a like a puppy does when he doesn’t understand the English language. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“I’d probably believe you more if you told me you sprouted fur with the full moon.”

He paused for just a heartbeat and then his lips turned up in a slight smile. “Can I ask you something, Charlie?”

“Hmm?”

“I was here waiting for a friend...”

Charlie blinked, her heart sinking. That he’d wanted her had been hard to believe. That he had someone lined up, ready and willing to fall all over him, she didn’t doubt in the slightest. She could just imagine the beautiful woman who would be meeting a man like this.

She tried to hide her disappointment. “Oh...sure I understand. I should be getting back to my friend as well.”

Strong fingers cupped her chin, forced her to meet his gaze. “I was saying I’m here to meet a friend and would love it if you would join us for a drink? He should be here soon.” He added with a wink.

Before thinking better of it, she blurted, “Well if he looks anything like you, I’m sure I could twist Rae’s arm to join us.” Charlie felt the flush creep up her neck in embarrassment. Damn, what was it about this man that made her feel like a stupid schoolgirl?

Studying her eyes, the cowboy gave her a devilish grin and ducked his head to nuzzle her neck. “No, I was hoping you would join us both.” He nipped her ear, caused sensations to tingle through her body.

“Mmm...Your body is saying yes,” he whispered.

Charlie’s breath caught, her body trembled uncontrollably at the thought of being sandwiched between the hard bodies of two hot cowboys. She had to stifle a groan as the wetness in her panties spread.

“I fucking love the way you tremble for me.” He grabbed the fleshy mounds of her ass in both of his hands and pulled her hard against his bulging erection.

Charlie’s head felt like it was spinning. His naughty, dominate words affected her body as nothing ever had. Oh God, he was taking control of her entire mind and body.

“I...I don’t think...”

He laid a finger across her lips to silence her and whispered into the crook of her neck. “Don’t think. Your body knows what it wants. Listen to it. Just feel, Charlie.”

With his face gently pressed to her neck, his voice vibrated against her throat. “Let us make you fly. Imagine us as we explore and stimulate every inch of this gorgeous body, our sole purpose to please you. My hard cock buried deep in you while...”

“Stop! God no more, you’re driving me crazy.” Charlie begged, and pulled herself away from the heat of his body, insistent lips and hands. She needed to breathe, to think.

Lord, how could she possibly want what he offered? The better question was how could she not?

She glanced over in the direction of her table and spied Rae snuggled up to the cowboy she had set her sights on earlier. Well there went that excuse. She ran through excuses in her head but couldn’t think of a good enough one not to join this sexy man and his mysterious friend. Did she even want to come up with an excuse?

Her body screamed at her to stop thinking and give into this erotic fantasy, yet her brain ordered her to walk away. This wasn’t who she was. She always had complete control over her emotions and body. The thought of this man taking all that away scared the hell out of her.

The confident and cocky look in his eyes made the decision for her. Her mind made up, she started to turn from him without a word, afraid to open her mouth. She only made it a couple of steps when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back around to face him.

“Just join us for a drink, talk to us and then decide. Just one drink, Charlie, nothing more.” He kissed the tender flesh on the inside of her wrist, his intense gaze locked on hers. “Unless you decide otherwise.”

“Okay.” Charlie agreed, before she could stop herself.

“You’ll join us?”

Charlie nodded and he pulled her into another bruising kiss. When he pulled away, he placed one last kiss on the tip of her nose. “Go make your excuses and come meet me at the bar. From the looks of your friend, I don’t think she wants the three of us intruding.”

Charlie walked, dumbfounded that she was actually considering giving--not one but two men--control of her body, when a loud smack and heat radiated across her ass and made her yelp. “Ow!”

“Don’t keep me waiting long, Charlie.” Trevor’s animalistic growl rumbled from his chest. “Don’t make me come and get you.”

Charlie couldn’t control the shiver that raced through her.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Interview with Sherri Desbois, romance author

Please welcome my fellow Liquid Silver Book author, Sherri Desbois, who recently had a new book come out... HALF HEARTS!


• Tell me a little bit about yourself. Let’s see. I’m married. Between my husband and me we have the Brady Bunch. Three boys and three girls. Our life is never dull with three teenage girls in the house. And yes before you ask we are completely insane and wouldn’t have it any other way. I never read fiction until my daughter forced me to take her to see a sparkling vampire and the rest as they say is history. I came home from the theater started reading Twilight. Finished all four in the first week then moved on to more adult themed books. I got this crazy idea to sit down and try to write my own novel and I’m happy to say, the challenge I set out for myself paid off and Half Hearts was published. It’s kind of like a Cinderella story. I’m just keeping my fingers crossed that the clock doesn’t hit midnight anytime soon and I turn into a pumpkin.

• Do you use a pseudonym and if so, why? No Sherri Desbois is in fact my real name. Knowing what I know now, I wish I would have used one.

• What genre do you write in? Why did you pick that genre? I write contemporary erotic romance. I’m not sure I picked this genre; it kind of picked me for this first book. I have 2 more contemporary works in progress. Once they are finished I think I would like to try historical Romance.

• What inspires you to write the type of stories that you write? I write about fantasies and I plead the fifth as to whose fantasies they are.

• How would you describe your writing style? Plotter or pantser? Why? Well, I’m not really sure what my style is since I don’t have much experience with writing yet. I do tend to sit around and think about my characters. Coming up with their life histories. I come up with a rough idea of what I want the story to be about then sit down and let the characters tell me their story. It’s interesting that Half Hearts went places and ended up completely different from where I first thought it would. Is that a pantser? I ask because I have no idea what that word means. LOL

• What is your favorite genre to READ? Romance. Doesn’t matter if it’s paranormal, contemporary or historical. I like emotional stories. I want to be invested in the characters whether it’s anger, sadness or happiness I want to be there with them on their journey.

• Do you have a specific place where you like to write? When, during the day, is your most creative time? I have a home office in my basement that’s decked out just for me with all my favorite things. I do most of my writing there. In the summer I tend to take my lap top out to the back porch and do my writing from there. My most creative time is either early in the morning before everyone gets up or late at night when everyone is either being quiet or sleeping. I’m not sure how other people do it, but I can’t write with a lot of noise. Can’t listen to music unless it’s classical.

• What’s your typical writing day? Normally I write a couple hours every day. Though lately I’ve been getting up early. Like 3-4A kind of early. I normally check my email and social networks than try to spend most of the day writing. I have a big family so I try to get most of it done before they get home. That doesn’t always work. Right now I’m putting in 10-12 hours a day writing.

• Do you have critique partners or beta readers? Why? I do. I found a thread at Liquid Silver about critique partners. I had no clue what that meant but it sounded like a good idea. I posted my name on the site and another author emailed me. She has been a huge help navigating my way around this crazy world of publishing, promoting and writing.

• Who give you the most support along in your writing? My husband for sure. He has encouraged me every step of the way and though he has never read any of my stories other than a paragraph here and there, he’s my biggest fan.

• Do you have another job (besides writing)? If so, what do you do? I worked in the medical field up until recently. I also have a degree in History. Though recently I’ve decided to take some time off work and concentrate on my writing for a bit. I told you my hubby was my biggest fan.

• What’s your take on the future of ebooks and epublishing? I think it’s the way of the future. I read almost everything in ebook form. I have a few books I still buy in print but those are manly my historical text and biographies of historical figures.

• Do you have a favorite quote -- yours or someone famous or even infamous? “Imagination is more important than knowledge.” Albert Einstein or one that is probably closer to my truth. “I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.” Mae West

• What’s your favorite food? Cheese cake. Especially from Park Avenue Cheese Cake. Though they stopped making my favorite cheese cake balls so I’m a little pissy about that.

• What’s your favorite movie? Why? I don’t really watch very many movies. Not a TV watcher either unless it’s on the history channel or Discovery. So ummm I’m gonna say It’s a Wonderful Life, since I watch it every year while decorating for Christmas

• Do you have a favorite book or author? J.R. Ward – Black Dagger Brotherhood or Midnight Kiss series by Lara Adrian. I just started reading fiction a couple of years ago so I’m open to suggestions to help find new authors to read.

• Tell me about your latest or upcoming release? Half Hearts was just released January 10th, 2011 from Liquid Silver Books. It’s my very first attempt at writing and I’m so proud of it. It’s the story of Charlie, Kegan and Trevor. Three broken people who are trying to find love. It’s a steamy ménage story but I tried to bring out all the other emotions too. Anger, pain, frustration, happiness as well as sadness. I think it’s important to get readers emotionally involved in a story. I just received my first review from The Romance reviews and the reviewer said: “I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. And that's how I would describe the experience I had reading HALF HEARTS by Sherri Desbois...heavenly.”

• Do you have any releases scheduled for 2011? Right now I only have Half Hearts that was just released this year. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll have at least one more.

• What’s your next project? I’ve just completed another contemporary erotic ménage story. I’m also about 75% done with a story but that one is a secret until I submit it. Shhhhhh.

• Where can readers find you on the web?
http://sherridesbois.blogspot.com/
http://www.sherridesbois.com/
I can also be found on Goodreads and Facebook under Sherri Desbois

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Thursday Thirteen: 13 BAD Yearbook Photos


13 BAD YEARBOOK PHOTOS:

And that might be an understatement. Yeah, well, we've all taken them...

Ummmmm?

I'm speechless.

Just creepy.

She's a go-getter.

Just wrong.

Ok NO, THIS IS JUST WRONG!

She regretted this one.

Mmm. Cupcakes.

Fonzi? Ayyyyyy!

World's worst comb-over.

Yes. That's Marvin the Martian

Space: The Final Frontier

The only thing wrong with this picture is the disproportioned rose. Riiiight.

Thanks to http://badyearbookphotos.com/ Check them out for more horrific yearbook photos!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

WTF Wednesday


Seriously, I don't remember The Flintstones being like this. Betty is a dirty, dirty girl!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

New Release: Lauderdale Hearts by Johnny Miles


Blurb:

Blake Hudson has everything. The perfect job, a penthouse apartment, and killer abs. But when he suffers a heart attack at 39, he realizes something is missing from his life and wonders if being career-oriented was just another way of saying workaholic.

When his doctor suggests he take time off from work, Blake puts it off. He’s got too much work as a new partner in New York City’s hottest advertising agency and he’s about to land a multi-million dollar account. But his employer pulls rank and surprises him with the keys to his own house in Fort Lauderdale, the Venice of America.

With Ricky Sanchez, a smoldering Latin hunk, Blake discovers there truly is more to life than working 24/7 and making money. There are places to visit, things to do, and steamy sex to be had anywhere their imagination will let them. But all vacations must come to an end. What will Blake choose when the agency calls him back to babysit his coveted multi-million dollar account?

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices.

Excerpt:

It was only after he stepped aside and let Ricky in, holding his bag of oils, that Blake thought he should go back upstairs and put some pants on or perhaps an oversize T-shirt. But it certainly looked as if Ricky didn’t mind.

While Blake pulled the front door closed, Bosco rammed his nose into Ricky’s crotch and sniffed and snorted.

“Bosco, no!” Blake reached for the dog’s collar and pulled him away -- though he had to admit, he couldn’t blame him. He would have liked to have done the same.

Oh, to be a fucking dog!

“Sorry,” Blake offered in apology but couldn’t stifle a grin. “He’s never done that. Usually he just sniffs ass.”

“It’s okay.” Ricky laughed. “I’m used to it. A lot of my clients have big ones. Dogs, that is.”

Blake drank in the sight of the Latin man standing before him. He had naturally tanned skin like caramel, and jet-black hair cropped high and tight. He was dressed in a short-sleeved polo shirt in hunter green that clung to every part of his torso. Blake noted the rounded shoulders, the defined arms, the chiseled chest. The material of his white jean shorts stretched and clung to perfectly sculpted legs. Blake couldn’t help imagining those legs thrown over his shoulders, those ankles around his neck.

Blake’s cock stirred for the first time in nearly two weeks.

Jesus, fuck. Not now!

“Nice boxers,” Ricky muttered, then cleared his throat.

“Sorry, man.” Blake covered himself as he flushed. “It’s…ah… I…just woke up a few minutes ago. You know how that is.”

“Yeah.” Ricky grinned slowly. “I do.”

Blake noted the young man’s appreciative eyes on his body, the way Ricky scanned him openly, boldly. The tip of Ricky’s tongue slithered out, enticing, as he licked his thick lower lip, then gently bit it.

“It’s okay, man,” Ricky said in a soothing tone. Blake swallowed, nervous and awkward. “So, are you guys lovers?”

“Wh-what?” Blake spluttered. “Who? Me and Derrick? Oh no. Noooo. We’re not lovers. We’re partners.”

Blake thought he saw a look of disappointment on Ricky’s face. The young man arched an eyebrow, and the grin disappeared. Then Blake realized what he had said and how it must have sounded.

“No, no! Not like that. We’re business partners.”

The glimmer of a smile once again appeared.

“Derrick’s a nice guy, but he’s totally not my type.”

“Oh yeah? What is your type?”

“You,” Blake replied, his voice soft and low. He’d meant to say guys like you, but apparently his mind had other thoughts. Blake’s heart was racing. It seemed to him they were standing too close. He could feel Ricky’s body heat.

Blake glanced down and thought he noticed Ricky’s bulge grow larger. He was pretty sure it hadn’t been that obvious before. He resisted the urge to reach out and cup it.

“Me, huh?” Ricky grinned sensually. He took a step closer. “That’s good to know. Very good to know indeed!”

Dear God! This is insane. What’s he doing to me?

Blake had never been one to shy away from a man coming on to him, but usually he was the one doing the pursuing. And this one was much younger. Ricky was all of… What? Ten? Fifteen years younger? Yet so incredibly confident. So cocky and self-assured. So fucking hot.

And the reaction his body was having! He was almost fully hard. His blood raced, and his heart thumped almost as loudly as when he’d had the heart attack. He could feel it hammering away.

Blake gulped.

“Uh, maybe…maybe I should just show you to the massage room?” Blake took a step back, suddenly scared and unsure. “There’s a table already set up in there.”

“Oh. Uh, okay. Sure,” Ricky replied. Blake heard disappointment in the young man’s voice and wanted to explain that nothing would give him greater pleasure, that it was the first time he’d been aroused and wanted to have sex since the heart attack, but this was a total stranger.

Yet he felt so comfortable with Ricky.

They were quiet as they made their way up the stairs. Bosco stayed below. Blake already knew from the night before that no amount of cajoling would get him up. Bosco didn’t like the open risers.

Blake imagined he could feel Ricky’s eyes boring into him. Secretly, he hoped his ass looked as good in boxers as he knew it did in briefs.

“Nice view,” Ricky said admiringly as they stepped onto the second floor.

“Thanks,” Blake said, blushing once more. That was something else; he hardly ever reddened over a compliment. Then he turned and noticed Ricky looking out over the railing toward the yacht.

Blake’s heart sank with disappointment.

“I think I’ll just…head on up to my room,” Blake said after clearing his throat. Ricky turned to him.

“That is, provided you don’t need anything else,” Blake added. He gulped and hoped it wasn’t visible.

“Uh,” Ricky started. He looked as if he might say something smart, witty, or flirty but then changed his mind. “I’m okay,” Ricky said quietly. “I’ve got everything I need in my bag. Thanks.”

Blake nodded and moved away slowly.

“Hey, uh, Blake?”

“Yeah?” Blake stopped.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I stop him from flirting and coming on to me?

He tried to tell himself it was the age difference.

“Maybe I’ll…” Ricky paused for a long, uncomfortable moment -- long enough to make him want to go up to Ricky and kiss the words out of his mouth.

Blake’s breath caught.

“See you around?” Ricky gave a weak grin.

Blake smiled and nodded. He was disappointed with his inability to make a move, but his chest expanded as a warm rush of promise filled his heart.

* * * * *

Blake went into his room, closed the door, then leaned against it. He exhaled sharply. There was only one reason he could think of for why he had stopped the banter. Certainly the age difference was something to consider, but it had never stopped him before.

Chickenshit! a voice taunted.

Blake picked up his iPhone and scrolled for his doctor’s number in New York. He dialed, unable to believe that of the seemingly hundreds of questions he’d asked, there was one crucial question he’d forgotten.

“Dr. Mellon’s office,” a pleasant female voice answered.

“Uh, yes, hi.” Blake spoke softly, afraid of being overheard. “My name is Blake Hudson, and I’m a cli -- I mean, a patient of Dr. Mellon’s.”

“I’m sorry, sir. Can you please speak up?”

Shit! Why the hell am I whispering? It’s not like they can possibly hear me in this big house!

Blake spoke more loudly and asked to speak to the doctor.

“I’m sorry, sir. Dr. Mellon is in surgery today. I can take a message for him if you like. He’ll be calling in for his messages later this afternoon.”

Blake wondered how it would sound to her and he suddenly felt self-conscious. But surely this wasn’t the first time the question had come up.

“Can you please ask him if I can…uh…if I can have sex? Er, with someone else, I mean.”

The woman was silent. Blake imagined her putting the phone on mute and bursting into laughter, perhaps sharing it with the others in the office, the nurses. Blake’s throat felt dry. He was about to hang up, when the woman spoke again.

“Your phone number, please?”

Blake sighed, realizing he had been holding his breath. He gave her his number.

“Are there…any other cardiologists there who can answer my question?”

“I’ll run it past her and have someone call you.”

Blake thanked her and hung up.

* * * * *

Time definitely passes much more slowly here than in New York, Blake thought impatiently. An hour and a half had felt like an entire day.

Blake shifted for the millionth time, striking what he hoped was a sexy and seductive yet casual pose on the chaise, just in case Ricky walked out onto patio after the massage.

Bosco had curled up at his feet, and the bowl Blake had filled with fruit earlier sat empty on a glass table beside him.

But Derrick walked out alone, wrapped in a white towel.

“Hello,” Blake said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Mmm. Hello, yourself.” Derrick rolled his head and shrugged, grinning.

“I take it the massage was good?”

“Oh my God. Probably the best I’ve ever had.” Derrick pouted. “No happy ending, though.”

“Happy ending?”

“Yeah. You know.” Derrick crudely pretended to jerk off. Secretly, Blake was glad Ricky wasn’t that kind of masseuse.

“Still,” Derrick continued, “I suppose it’s more about the therapeutic value than getting off. Right? But it’s so intimate, and I get so damn horny when a hot guy like Ricky plays with my body.” Derrick trembled, then sighed. “Say, did you call the doctor? Do you know if you can get a massage?”

“How the hell should I know?” Blake snapped irritably. “I’m not even sure if I can have sex!” Then he looked up at Derrick, who grinned lasciviously. Blake cleared his throat.

“Oh!” Derrick teased. “I see. You liked Ricky, didn’t you?”

“No!” Blake replied, sounding much more emphatic than he needed to. “It’s just, you know, in case I hit a bar or something.”

“Yeah, right.” Derrick put his hands on his hips, then made his way to the chaise beside Blake’s.

“So where is Ricky, anyway?”

“He’s gone. Had to go to school.” Derrick sat and leaned back.

“School?”

“Yeah. He’s finishing up his bachelor’s in marketing.”

“Marketing? But that’s great! When he’s done, maybe we can offer him a position.”

“Two steps ahead of you, buddy. I already hinted at it, but either he doesn’t get subtlety or he’s not interested.”

“Oh,” Blake muttered, unable to hide his disappointment.

“But he asked about you,” Derrick teased.

“Oh?” Blake couldn’t resist breaking out into a smile.

“Yeah. He wanted to know if you were single.”

“Really? Did he ask anything else?”

“He wanted to know if you were a nice guy.”

“And?” The smile turned into a grin. “What did you tell him?”

Derrick arched his eyebrows and took a deep breath, as if for dramatic effect. He then glanced at Blake with an apologetic look.

“I told him you were a prick, had been married twice, and had a brood of kids back in New York.” Derrick said, deadpan, then burst into laughter.

“You asshole!”

“I gave him your number. He sounded pretty eager. Don’t disappoint him! Now c’mon!” Derrick jumped out of his chaise and rubbed his hands together. “I have a city full of hot men to show you and only a few hours to do it!”

Monday, January 24, 2011

Interview with Author Johnny Miles

Please welcome fellow Loose Id author, Johnny Miles, who had a new book released last week!


• When did you get started writing and what motivated you to write?

I started writing many years ago but didn't do anything about it until the 80s, when I had several m/m stories published in various magazines. Back then it was called porn, though. Not like today where it would've been considered erotica from the get go. However, it wasn't until two years ago, when I got laid off from my last job, that I decided I should get serious about what I've wanted to do every day for the rest of my life. It was one of those now or never moments that, though extremely difficult and excruciatingly painful, I have not regretted. I cannot look back and lament something that has, eventually, led me to being happy in what I do.

• What genres do you write in and why?

Right now, I've been writing predominantly m/m erotic romance. I think for me it's because it was the closest to what I was writing in the past. Only, now, there's more story and character development. There are actual plot lines other than getting in and out of bed or figuring out how to get into someone's pants. Can you imagine? Eventually, I'd like to branch out and write in other genres. For now, the erotic romance is cool because I can really hone my writing skills and learn discipline.

• What do you have published and where?

I have a few self-published titles available through Lulu but they're predominantly erotica, just for the sake of it. My other work is available through Loose Id and I can tell you from personal experience that getting published by someone else is far more satisfying than self-publishing.

The very first novel accepted for publication was “Casa Rodrigo.” It's an LGBT Multicultural Historical about a Spanish plantation owner who falls in love with a slave. My second novel, “Lauderdale Hearts,” will be released Tuesday, January 18, 2011. It's an LGBT Multicultural Contemporary about a successful advertising exec who comes to Fort Lauderdale to recuperate after a heart attack and winds up falling in love with a Latin massage therapist.


• Tell me about some of your WIPs?

I currently have several WIPs. However, the only one I feel comfortable speaking about right now is “Learning To Samba.” It's the story of a 48-year-old man who returns home -- to Brooklyn – after losing his partner 7 years ago. There, he meets a 25-year-old International Med Student who teaches him how to open up, live life, and trust in love once again. Believe it or not it was inspired by a “naughty” picture Kei Chan posted on Facebook!

• Tell me about yourself?

I'm the oldest of 4 children and a first generation American. I live with my sainted partner of 14 years, 4 pugs and a cat. I love books, movies, theatre, parties, wine, and travel. A bit basic but there you have it.

• Where can we find you on the Internet?

I'm on Facebook and I also have a website: www.johnny-miles.com

• What do you like to read? Who are your favorite authors?

I like to read all kinds of stuff. It truly does run the gamut! Some of my favorites are: J.K. Rowling, Armistead Maupin, Gregory Maguire, Janet Evanovich, Treva Harte, Tolkien, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Val McDermid. Recently I've been turned on to Neil Placky, Michael Jecks, Agatha Christie and Brent Weeks. And that's just for starters!

• How do people react when they find out your are an author?

I find I usually get one of several reactions. The first is, “Oh,” usually from the group of people who have no idea what to make of writers. They probably just think we're weird. I dunno. The second is, “Oh, that's interesting. What type of stuff do you write?” The secondary reaction, when I tell them I write m/m romance, is always priceless. Like they have no frame of reference. And the third is, “Oh, really? You know, I've always wanted to write!” This is usually from the group, of which I was once one, that comes up with every sort of excuse as to why they are not writing.

The really cool thing is that I'm now meeting new people who then share that they, too, are writers and exchange ideas.

• Do you like writing your hero or heroine better? Which POV do you prefer?

In answer to the first part of this question, I'm not sure yet. I haven't written a m/f romance as of yet. However, hopefully that will soon be coming! I've got a story percolating in my brain but I can't tell you much more since it's one of the WIPs I'm still developing. What I can tell you about it is that the heroine is an “older” woman who falls in love with another man, after many years of being a widow and unexpectedly becoming her grandson's legal guardian.

As for P.O.V. I'm still experimenting with that one. I find that writing in third person is great because you're the narrator. You're omniscient. But I don't feel you can really get into a person's psyche writing third person the way you can in first person. The problem with that is that the story can get tricky. Sooner or later you'll want to jump perspective and you can't.

• What is your perfect hero? Perfect heroine?

I think it depends on the genre. For the most part, the perfect hero is a flawed underdog or a misunderstood badboy. He's irresistibly human, with the heart of a knight and follows his instincts. Maybe he doesn't always think before he acts. Cocky but full of doubt. Good-looking, scruffy, somewhat gruff. Utterly masculine, with a beefy ass and a lot of chutzpah! Think Captain Jack Harkness from Torchwood or even The Doctor. More than anything, though, he needs to be someone that I can either: a) completely fall head overs heels for, or b) identify with on several levels.


• Do you belong to any writer’s chapters or groups, like RWA?


No. I'm afraid I don't belong to any organizations though I do participate in a local gay writers critique group from time to time.

• Do you have any recommendations for aspiring writers?

Read, read, read! And then read some more. Don't think that the very first thing you publish is so good that it'll make you a household name. It may very well be, but chances are pretty good that you might have to struggle a bit in the beginning. Be curious. Ask questions. Write because you want to write, not because you need the money. Trust me on this. You won't be able to jaunt the Riviera, rent a limousine or hire a maid. Don't let ego tell you how good you are, let the readers do that. Be grateful and respectful. Thank the loyal fans you make along the way and always follow your instincts. When that doesn't work, follow the voices in your head.

• How long did it take you from when you started writing to being published? From first submitting to being published?

It took a very long time to get published from when I first started writing because I was just no good, lacked confidence and didn't know what the hell I was doing. I still don't! But I'm a bit more confident in some ways. The first book Loose Id published took about a year from when I first started writing to when it was released.

• What do you think about the future of epublishing?

I'm no expert on publishing, let alone e-publishing. All I know is what I see and hear. That having been said, I personally think e-publishing is definitely here to stay. With the popularity of book readers there's no way in hell anyone is going to do anything to sabotage the growing industry. I do feel that it's an awesome and inexpensive way for publishers to take a risk on “unknowns” and perhaps cultivate new authors. I still love traditional books, though. I'm pretty old school that way. I find great comfort in a well-read book. I love the sound of pages turning, the texture of paper at my fingertips and coming from a graphic arts background I even love the smell of ink! I've been known to meander the book aisles and pull a book out at random, crack it open and bury my nose in it for a good whiff.

• Do you do research for your stories? If so, what kind?

As a matter of fact, yes, I do research but probably not as much as I should. I'm the type of person that, if I get too bogged down in the most minute of details, I'll never write the book. It's better for me to plod along first, ask questions to fill in the gaps later.

• Are you a plotter (plots and outlines) or a pantzer (by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer)? Why?

I think I'm a combination of both. I'll do some basic outlines and plot structure, as well as timelines. For the most part, though, lately, I've been winging it. My first book, “Casa Rodrigo,” I was in between a plotter and a pantzer. For my second book, “Lauderdale Hearts,” there was a bit more outlining. Actually, I wrote the blurb first, does that count as outlining? The story I'm working on now, “Learning To Samba,” is a complete pantzing. It's been one hell of an experience! I'm not sure which I like best. I'll let you know when I write a plot or outline and actually stick to it.

• What is the best or worst writing advice you’ve ever received?
The best writing advice I was ever given was to write every day and to write because I must and to find out what happens next.

• Do you use a pen name? Why or why not?

Yes, I'm afraid I do use a pen name. Dunno why really. I suppose it's because when I first started writing porn, everyone said I should write under a pseudonym. They all said that no real, or serious, writer would ever dream of putting their real name to something as base as porn. Now it's as legit and acceptable as anything else but the habit just kinda stuck I guess!

• Is there a genre that you haven’t written that you would like to?

Oh, totally! Mysteries, thrillers, suspense, horror, mainstream fiction, science fiction, fantasy. My goal is to write several stories in each genre just to be able to say I did it. Even if I have to pick different pen names! But I hope it doesn't come down to that as it would be like starting from the beginning and having to prove myself all over again.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I am posting a random six sentences of my best-selling, interracial menage, DOUBLE DARE, available in ebook here at Loose Id, in paperback here, or for your Kindle here.

She hated taffeta. She hated pink. She hated frilly dresses.

She took a long swig from her glass.

And she hated Peter. The asshole.


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Saturday, January 22, 2011

New Release: Silver Wings edited by Leigh Ellwood

This February, Phaze Books will release an anthology of homoerotic steampunk stories, edited by yours truly. Silver Wings features stories by Mahalia Levey, Cari Z., Ross Baxter, and JT Whitehall, and I am pleased to have been a part of the project. As one of the acquiring editors at Phaze, I had hoped to see more steampunk romances, and thought an anthology would be a good way to better introduce the genre to the house. We already have one steampunk tale in one of the Phaze Fantasies books, but no GLBT until this book.

JT Whitehall has generous offered to submit an excerpt of his story, "Surface Tension," for today's blog. When a wayward United States submersible beaches on the shore of Southern Britain, Shel Winterbourne is intrigued...more so by it lone inhabitant. Geoffrey Sweeney is none the worse for wear, and definitely in no hurry to resume his life serving his country and participating in her "internal conflict." Surely Shel can offer good reason to stick around?

Enjoy, and keep an eye out at Phaze Books for the release of Silver Wings!



~*~

Seeing as how the Winterbournes came to Penzance only for the occasional and often abbreviated holiday, the countess kept the number of staff working in their holiday home to a minimum, bringing only a maid for each floor, one cook, and their valet Foster, who had loyally served the sixth Earl of Winterbourne. When Shel’s older brother assumed the title, Malcolm elected to hire his own men to serve independently of those Bridgid wished to keep. If anything, these respites from the manor offered Shel relief from any tensions caused when Malcolm’s people and their mother’s clashed.

With Foster occupied by errands commissioned by the countess, this left Shel the task of seeing to the needs of their guest. Not that he minded—as he helped Geoffrey undress and bathe he used the time wisely, studying the man’s every lean muscle and inch of smooth, milk-white skin. He took his time, too, in shaving away the young man’s beard—once he brought out his own kit and sharpened the blade he did not miss the apprehension clouding Geoffrey’s eyes.

“Mum has sent for a doctor to have a look at you, but I must warn you we are fairly remote,” Shel said. “It could be a day or so before somebody gets here to look at you.”

“I feel fine, just adjusting to land again.”

Shel watched the sailor fidget in the low back chair in the guest room, wrapped in Shel’s fine Turkish robe. That the soft, white cloth proved the only thing separating that long, sinewy and nude body from the air wasn’t lost on him. As he calculated ways to get Geoffrey out of the robe and into his bed, a sense of guilt panged in his heart. The man had certainly survived a harrowing and months-long wrong turn from a Philadelphia port—Geoffrey might not hold the right mind for seduction right now. For all Shel knew, though he had no wife perhaps a sweetheart expected him home once the Americans resolved their little internal conflict.
Why Geoffrey wouldn’t seek to contact her of his well-being…well, Shel resolved to learn as much as possible about his mystery guest.

Now that he had Geoffrey’s beard trimmed and lathered, and consequently at his mercy in this makeshift barber chair, Shel intended to ease into a gentle interrogation—about Geoffrey, the war, and that fascinating sea vessel.

“There’s no reason to look skittish, I assure you,” Shel said as he inspected the sharpness of his blade. “More than one occasion I’ve had to groom Malcolm when Foster took ill. I learned from watching him work on my father, actually, and I can attest to his skill as a teacher.”

Geoffrey swallowed audibly and leaned his neck back. Oh, but he looked delicious, even smothered in white foam. An image flashed in Shel’s mind of the young man nuzzling Shel’s face and neck, smearing the hot shaving solution over their skin as their tongues mated and twisted.

Control yourself, his conscience admonished. The last thing poor Geoffrey needed was an accidental slashing due to Shel’s inability to concentrate.

He set a small table beside Geoffrey’s chair, with the large porcelain bowl of boiling water brought in from the upstairs maid. Satisfied with everything in its place, Shel took position behind the chair and bade his victim to remain still.

Wishful thinking. Geoffrey wrinkled his brow as though to gain a better view of his barber from his position. “Is this Malcolm’s room?” he asked. “He seems important, the way you and the countess speak of him.”

“He seems to think so.” Shel offered a wry smile, wet the blade, and set the edge against Geoffrey’s throat. The top of the man’s head nearly pressed against Shel’s groin, encouraging Shel’s cock to life. “My brother is the seventh Earl of Winterbourne. He inherited the title and everything accompanying it on the death of my father. Thankfully, he has seen fit not to turn us all out.”

“I see, and he didn’t…holiday with you?”

Shel dipped the blade in the steaming water, watching for a moment as a hundred dark flecks swirled among the white bubbles. “Malcolm keeps apartments in London, where he tends to spend his time these days. He’s bucking for a seat in the House of Lords, and feels his time is better invested playing up to the people who can make that happen.”

Geoffrey moved his head again—luckily Shel caught it before bringing the blade down to shave up and over the man’s chin.

“I thought you had be to born into the House of Lords?” Geoffrey said. “My mother’s family is English. I could swear that’s how she explained it.”

“For the most part, that is true. Our father did not have a seat, however, and it’s not uncommon for nobles to win an appointment for one reason or another…primarily if a royal believes it may come to some personal benefit.” Shel smiled, thinking of how his brother—who’d beaten Shel to the earldom by a mere ten months, went to great lengths to curry the favor of the Prince of Wales. How the man must think Malcolm daft for all the attention.

The remainder of their conversation slowed the shaving process, but Shel found he enjoyed the pace and the continued pressure of Geoffrey’s head against his trousers. The two men talked of everything—from Geoffrey’s commission in his homeland war to Shel’s interest in machinery as a means for furthering industrial progress. Shel learned that only were they roughly the same age—two and twenty, with Geoffrey several weeks older—but the sailor definitely had no wife or woman waiting for his vessel’s return. Geoffrey’s earlier revelation indeed hadn’t come as a result of weariness.

Perhaps, too, Geoffrey might not see a need to hurry back himself.

Still…somebody surely missed him. “You haven’t mentioned,” he said, “if you wish to send notice to anyone back home, I can arrange to take you to London for that purpose. Or, at the very least, Plymouth is closer. There are mail ships that sail from the ports.” Heaven forbid, Shel realized, Geoffrey might wish to board one heading back to the Americas for another supply of sugar cane and barley.

He looked down into Geoffrey’s soft blue eyes, and his pulse quickened when the young man smiled. Only an errant patch of shaving cream remained near the corner of his mouth, and Shel bit his lip to resist the urge to bend down and kiss it away. Instead he took a deep breath to hold his composure and handed the man a short towel.

“I get the impression,” Geoffrey scrubbed the cloth over his face, “that you are more eager to return to civilization than I am.”

Friday, January 21, 2011

Interview with Leigh Ellwood, romance author

Please welcome fellow Loose Id and Phaze author Lehigh Ellwood, who has out a new release as the editor!

• Tell me a little bit about yourself.

I have been writing for the better part of twenty years. I sold my first short story when I was 19, and haven’t looked back. I enjoying writing romance and mystery, and even dabble in poetry on occasion. When I’m not writing or working (whenever that is) I like spending time with my family.

• Do you use a pseudonym and if so, why?

Leigh Ellwood is a pen name. I use it to set apart my spicier writing from other stories I offer. My real name is sort of an open secret, though I managed to keep Leigh from my husband for a whole year!

• What genre do you write in? Why did you pick that genre?

As mentioned before, romance and mystery mainly. As erotic romance gained popularity, I decided to try my hand at it when my then publisher announced they were launching an erotic imprint. Phaze Books has most of my works, but I am also pubbed with DLP Books, Samhain, and Loose ID.

• What inspires you to write the type of stories that you write?

What doesn’t? :D I find ideas in everyday life: news items, music…sometimes I’ll go for a drive and see something that inspires questions, and that becomes an idea for a story.

• How would you describe your writing style? Plotter or pantser? Why?

I vary. If I’m writing mystery, I plot out points to make sure the story makes sense. When writing romance, I go with a loose summary and let the writing take me to the end.

• What is your favorite genre to READ?

I love mysteries, and history and biographies. My Kindle is full of them.

• Do you have a specific place where you like to write? When, during the day, is your most creative time?

These days I have to adapt. I write when I can, where I can. Often that means a few sentences here and there on the iTouch while I’m in the passenger seat, or even after dinner. Because of this, I tend to do better at night as far as getting into a writing zone.

• What’s your typical writing day?

They are more atypical than anything else. :D I work full-time, then have extra freelance work to pay bills. When the paid work is done, I settle down to write what I can before moving on to the next project.

• Do you have critique partners or beta readers? Why?

I recently acquired one for my last mystery novel, to make sure there were no continuity errors or holes. I find it has helped me very much in getting the writing down to how I want it.

• Who give you the most support along in your writing?

Fellow authors are encouraging, as is my closest friend.

• Do you have another job (besides writing)? If so, what do you do?

I work as a social media specialist, assisting clients with their Twitter and Facebook presences. If only I had the time to work on my own!

• What’s your take on the future of ebooks and epublishing?

I believe we will see more attention given to digital rights. Authors may be more selective in contracting eBook rights, especially with so many options available. I think in the next ten years, too, we’ll see the under $99 ebook reader.

• Do you have a favorite quote -- yours or someone famous or even infamous?

I have always comfort in the words of St. Teresa:

Let nothing trouble you, let nothing frighten you.
All things are passing; God never changes.
Patience obtains all things.
He who possesses God lacks nothing:
God alone suffices.

• What’s your favorite food?

I’m Italian. I can’t get through a week without a nice plate of spaghetti.

• What’s your favorite movie? Why?

Dr. Strangelove. I love dark humor, and there is something new in this movie every time I watch it.

• Do you have a favorite book or author?

I’ve been reading Dick Francis since college, and have read just about everything he’s done. Since he has passed on, I may try reading some of his son’s work.


• Tell me about your latest or upcoming release?

Silver Wings is an anthology of GLBT steampunk – three M/M and one MMF. I actually edited this work and handled most of the project, from commissioning the cover to selecting the stories. I’m very happy with the results and excited to have the first GLBT steampunk stories published at Phaze Books.

• Do you have any releases scheduled for 2011?

I expect to have a few stories with DLP Books out later in the year. I recently released a romance, Boone, with DLP earlier this month.

• What’s your next project?Right now I’m working on the fifth novel in my Dareville series, Dare’s Destiny, which is an MMF ménage.

• Where can readers find you on the web?

Web: http://www.leighellwood.com/
Twitter: @LeighEllwood
Facebook: www.Facebook.com/LeighEllwoodAuthor

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Thursday Thirteen: 13 Unique Sex Fantasies


13 UNIQUE SEX FANTASIES:

Out of curiousity, I wanted to see what other people's crazy or unique sex fantasies... I searched the web and these are actual fantasies people posted in forums, etc...

1. Sex outside during a big storm.

2. To be kidnapped by women from another planet and taken to they're home planet to be used as a sex slave by thousands of alien women.

3. To join the mile high club.

4. To have sex in a cemetary.

5. Someone watching me and my partner have sex.

6. To have sex in a hot air balloon while it's in the air.

7. To watch my wife make love to another woman.

8. To have sex on the Eiffel Tower during the night time with all the lights shining.

9. To make love to my partner in front of all of our friends.

10. To make love on a crowded bus.

11. To make love to my significant other in a mud puddle while it's raining.

12. An orgy.

13. A threesome. (this was the most common, however, I don't consider that very unique. :0 )


C'mon people! We can outdo these! What's YOUR crazy sex fantasy?

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

WTF Wednesday

PROM DRESS FAIL:


Worst prom dress ever? Maybe not. But it's pretty damn close. I wonder who the lucky guy was? I'm sure she made her parents PROUD... with her creativity, of course.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I am posting the first six sentences of my best-selling, interracial menage, DOUBLE DARE, available in ebook here at Loose Id, in paperback here, or for your Kindle here.

Logan Reed jammed a finger into the neck of his white oxford and pulled. He needed some fucking air.

What the hell was he doing here anyway?

As he surveyed the church, a bead of sweat popped out on his forehead. His breathing had become shallow and quick. He was going to hyperventilate right there and pass out, making a fool of himself in front of everyone.


Check out some of my other fellow authors' Six Sentence Sunday!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Freaky Friday! Just for fun!

5 reasons you shouldn't take kids to the zoo...






Thursday, January 13, 2011

Thursday Thirteen: 13 Dumb Laws


13 DUMB PENNSYLVANIA LAWS:

I chose Pennsylvania, because that's the state I live in. But you can find dumb laws in EVERY state!

1. It is illegal to have over 16 women live in a house together because that constitutes a brothel.

2. A special cleaning ordinance bans housewives from hiding dirt and dust under a rug in a dwelling.

3. You may not sing in the bathtub.

4. You may not catch a fish by any body part except the mouth.

5. It is contrary to Pennsylvania law to discharge a gun, cannon, revolver or other explosive weapon at a wedding.

6. There is a ban on men becoming aroused in public. (Allentown, PA law)

7. All fire hydrants must be checked one hour before all fires. (Danville, PA law)

8. It is required that a woman have a permit to wear cosmetics. (Morrisville, PA law)

9. You cannot walk backwards eating peanuts in front of the Barnstormers Auditorium during a performance. (Ridley Park, PA law)

10. It it illegal to sleep on top of a refrigerator outdoors.

11. Any motorist who sights a team of horses coming toward him must pull well off the road, cover his car with a blanket or canvas that blends with the countryside, and let the horses pass.

12. You may not catch a fish with your hands.

13. A person is not eligible to become Governor if he/she has participated in a duel.

What dumb laws does your state have?