Simply Sexy Stories

TGIF!!!

2012-02-10T10:14:00.000-06:00

YOWZA!

I know. Someone shared this gem on FB and it was too delicious not to share again. Now tear your eyes off this hottie's ripped torso and read on. C'mon, you can do it!

There.

You've displayed a considerable amount of discipline. :)

Aren't you glad it's Friday? I sure am.

February is zipping on along and Valentine's Day is just days away! Are you feeling the love? Well, I'm sharing the love by sharing hot stories with my readers for FREE! There are several giveaways going on right now with lots of authors ready to give away pressies to YOU!

Check 'em out:

1. The TRS Valentine's Gala is going on now through Feb. 14th! There are tons of individual author prizes to be won! Click here for details!

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Have a great weekend!

~Nichelle

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Emmy Ellis!

2012-02-08T00:00:00.000-06:00

NG: I’m so excited to have mega-talented graphic artist and author, Emmy Ellis here today on Simply Sexy Stories! Welcome, Emmy!

EE: Hiya, Nichelle. Lovely to be here. I must say I was surprised to be asked—I don’t “do” interviews as any of my personas these days, but I thought I would—seeing as it’s you LOL.

NG: Awww! I'm honored to have you on, Emmy! Let's jump right in! How did you start your career designing these fabulously sexy covers?

EE: Years ago my husband was a cover artist. Every Sunday we’d sit together and I’d watch him create them. I’d give some input (usually along the lines of totally non-technical words like, “Make her go all ghosty and stuff!”) and all the while I’d be seeing his mouse hand flying, the cursor zipping about—all too quick to know what he was doing to make things happen. So I decided I wanted to do it myself. I’ve always loved art, always wanted to be able to draw or paint (I can’t. I’m poo at both), so I thought maybe Photoshop was the way for me to go. My first attempts were appalling (cringeworthy, horrid covers that make me blush now and wonder what the heck I was thinking), and trying to learn everything PS does made me a very annoyed person. But, I’m one of those people who won’t let technology beat me, so I kept at it, and here I am! It’s a long process, art. Much like writing and how it evolves as the years go by and we learn something new, for me, art is the same.

As for my full-time job at Total-E-Bound…I believe in fate and that you’re meant to be certain places at certain times in your life. While I created covers freelance for a couple of other publishers, I wrote full time. One day, my co-author and fabulous friend, Jaime Samms, encouraged me to send one of my short stories to TEB. I put it off for ages, thinking TEB wouldn’t accept my work, that they were far too professional a place to want the likes of me (get out the violins—I’m terrible with lack of self-confidence; weird, then, that I create covers and write—both jobs where I can be ripped to pieces, and have been…lovely hazard of the jobs!), but in the end I took a deep breath and clicked send. My book (Think Kink by Natalie Dae) was accepted (I almost wet myself in excitement), and I had the most marvellous editor, Sue Swift. I told her I’d created a cover for that book and asked whether it would be allowed to be used. She checked, and because of the story length, the cover couldn’t be used, but Sue said CEO Claire wanted me to email her about my art.

Insert a WTH moment here. I shook all over, didn’t think I had the courage to email but I did.

I was shocked to be asked to do some freelance covers, then, a couple of months later, to be asked to the Lincoln office. I wasn’t nervous about going—something unusual for me—and I arrived, making, I’m sure, a complete tit of myself by having a fangirl moment at being at their offices. Book covers are in frames on the walls, and it was all so posh and lovely I really did think for a minute I was dreaming. Things like that didn’t happen to me, you know?

Claire and Nicki (publisher) took me out to lunch, where I sat with my macaroni cheese and my pot of tea (haha, what a dork!) while Claire told me about a new position at TEB—Head of Art. I couldn’t believe I was being offered this. Me, some woman who sits in her pyjamas the majority of the time. When we got back to the office, the job was explained to me, and then Claire dropped the bombshell it would be salaried and full time and did I want it. I’ll admit I sobbed—one of those loud, snotty-nosed sobs—and was quite honest in telling Claire and Nicki they had changed not only my life, but those of my husband and family.

Gawd, I’m tearing up just recalling it, but it was one of the best days of my life. I left the office, feeling like I’d known Claire and Nicki my whole life, knowing I’d met people who were as dedicated to making authors’ dreams come true as I am. I felt at home with them. My husband and Smallest were waiting outside in the car. I told Hub our lives were set to change, and it did, and I’ll always be eternally grateful to Claire for having such faith in me. She is THE BEST boss. On March 1st, I will have held the HoA position for a year. I adore my job, hate having any time off, and I work with an exceptional bunch of people who are honest, down to earth, and just plain old lovely.

NG: What an incredible and inspiring story, thanks so much for sharing it, Emmy! It seems most of us struggle with believing in our gifts. I think maybe that's part of the journey to finally embracing it.

Describe the creative process that begins the moment you receive an author's cover art request form.

EE: Each month I visit the TEB database and write down all the covers required for whatever month I’m working on. For example, January means April covers. I then go and type this information into an Excel spreadsheet so I can keep track of which covers are done in one handy place. However, my notebook is the place I “know where I’m at”, along with 4 different coloured markers that mean different stages of my work. Once the covers are written down, I have a look through the Book Information Forms (known as BIFs) and decide which covers would suit the other artists. Once they’ve been selected and I know who is doing what, I go into my cover folder and create a new folder for that month. Inside that folder I create folders for every book. Each BIF is placed in the correct folder.

I hardly ever create them in date order. Some titles pop out at me, some blurbs on the BIFs make me say, “Ooooh, can’t wait to do that one!”, or I just get a “feel” for a cover. What I mean by that is when I read the BIF, I get an instant image of what that cover could look like. Thankfully I manage to recreate what’s in my head onto the cover.

Once the cover is created, I send it to Claire so she can look it over for me. I prefer this because sometimes I don’t feel right about something I’ve done and I’m able to ask if it’s just me being picky or whether there’s a problem. 99% of the time I get the go-ahead to send the cover to the author—I still can’t get over that either!

Cover goes out to author. 95% of the time authors are pleased and accept what I’ve created. I try very hard to make something I wouldn’t mind having for one of my books. I keep going with them until I get them to how I want them to be.

Once the author is pleased, they are given the go-ahead to show it off. I then create the different sizes that are needed for the TEB site, Are and Fictonwise. I load them up, including the original psd, into TEB’s database, then make a note in my book that all I have to do for that cover is create the banner pack (banner, bookmark, postcard, thumbnail) and load the cover onto TEB’s merchandise site.

Then it’s onto the next cover! As well as ebook covers, I create those for print.

NG: Wow! Who knew, there was so much going on behind the scenes to create those fabulous covers! How much freedom do you have to choose images or to take ideas given from the author in another direction?

EE: I choose whatever pictures I feel best match whatever description I’ve been given by the author. Sometimes that isn’t much information and I have to guess, but that doesn’t happen very often. I close my eyes, think what the story is about, and just go for it. It seems to work!

If an author has an idea that isn’t feasible (I give it a good go at trying to do what they want first, though, then if it looks poo I abandon) I create whatever springs to mind after reading their form. I’ve been very lucky—again, it seems to work.

NG: Is there anything authors can do to help you get a clearer idea of what we'd like to see on our covers?

EE: Yes please, and I’m so glad you asked this question.

1. Hair colour, style, length

2. Eye colour

3. Skin colour

4. Saying something like, “Hero looks like Brad Pitt and Hero 2 looks like Roger Moore. Heroine looks like that chick from [insert where she’s from here].”

5. Send links to other book covers on TEB’s site that you like so I can get an idea of what you’re after. It won’t be copied, but it will be a massive help to me.

6. Try to envisage your cover in your head, then tell me what you see. Any and all information is good for me. With things like tattoos or scars, please describe them and exactly where they are. Also good to tell me what position they’re in—so for scars, saying it runs at an angle or is straight across a cheekbone is good.

NG: Is there a particular genre you feel more artistically drawn to?

EE: I can tell you what I hate doing LOL. Only joking… Yes, angels.

NG: OMG, I love your angel work! How long does it take to typically complete a cover?

EE: Average, 2-3 hours (I use a lot of PS paintbrushes to make sky and backgrounds, hair, some clothing etc). I have taken 5-6 on one before, just because I got stubborn and wanted it exactly how it appeared in my head and I wouldn’t let up until I’d achieved that.

NG: Once the cover is finished do you feel like it's your 'baby'? How do you deal with an author wanting to tweak/change what you've created?

EE: No, it’s never my baby. It belongs to the author—that’s what’s in my head the whole time. I want to create something that brings their book into reality, where authors get to see their characters in the “flesh” for the first time. I so much want to create the best I can for them—and I’m not just saying that; I’m devoted to doing this—that the cover isn’t mine. Yep, it’s my work, but… I can’t explain it. The best feeling in the world is when an author is pleased. If I gave them that “OMG, I so love it!” feeling, then my work is done! If I don’t, then I’ll fix it.

NG: Your dedication to the authors shows...we love your covers, Emmy! Have you ever found yourself in a creative slump with a cover? If so, how did you regain your creative inspiration?

EE: OMG yes. A few years ago I created a cover that should have been easy. Author requested 16 changes—I’m not joking—all one after the other. Instead of saying to me, “This, this, this, this (x16 LOL) is wrong, can you fix them?” she asked me after every time I fixed one thing. Now, I don’t mind making changes—this goes hand in hand with why it isn’t my baby; it’s got to fit the author’s book—but that cover sorely tested me. In those 16 changes were two completely new covers, and guess what? At the end she said, “Um, actually, I think you got it right the first time…”

I hate that cover. :)

But that was a long time ago. If I get in a slump now—doesn’t happen often—I leave that cover and start another. Sometimes I scrap everything I did and start again. That usually works. If I’m not in the mood for art at all, or if I’ve tried and I know I’m not going to produce good work, I’m lucky that I can switch to banner packs for the day.

NG: Which artists inspire your work the most?

EE: I don’t have an artist who inspires me on how I do my own work; my style has just evolved as I’ve gone along. I do have three artists who I admire for their own style and sheer beauty of their work. It takes my breath away. Anne Cain. Dar Albert. Lakota Phillips. If I ever get to be that good, I’ll be so happy!

NG: Do you listen to music when you work? If so, what?

EE: Depends if I’m in the mood for it. Most of the time I work in silence because I have a large family and quiet time is rare. I go into my own little world when doing covers and it’s brilliant. But if I fancy a bit of music, and I’m needing to get through the last little bit of a cover and my energy’s on the wane, I slap on Invaders Must Die by The Prodigy. That sorts me out. A good bit of head banging and I’m well away.

NG: lol...Do you have any personal favorites when it comes to your covers? If so, why are these special?

EE: Ah, yes. I have four covers from last year that I actually have on my monitors as wallpaper. Some might say that’s rather egotistical of me, but they were milestones and mean something.

These covers were all created around the same time, and it was the moment where it all clicked and I found myself being the artist I’d always dreamed of being—I could create how I’d always wanted to.

They are Hex and the Single Witch, Bone Idol, Pestilence, and Highland Storm.

My current fave from this year so far is Captive Angel.

NG: This cover is breathtaking! Is there any type of cover you haven't done that you'd love to do as an artist?

EE: Yes, a monstery type LOL. Like a fantastical mythical being with scales and wings.

NG: Sweet! What advice would you give to someone looking to become a cover artist?

EE: Practise. A lot. I wish I hadn’t put my first works out there. Hideous. Have faith in yourself. Even if you’re not artistic with drawing or painting, you CAN do this if you dedicate the time and effort. I can’t claim to attending art school, I can’t tell you all the “proper” PS words, but I just know I can make it work and create what’s in my head. You don’t have to have a degree in something to do it. You just have to have that initial dream and the drive to make it real. You can do this—keep telling yourself that and never give up. Don’t sit there and think, “I wish I could create that.” Sit there, open PS, and learn how to create that (www.photoshopessentials.com). I won’t say it’s easy—in the past it’s been frustrating and made me cry (there’s those violins again) but I kept on because I wanted to be an “artist”. I’m still learning, still discovering new ways of doing things. It’s a wonderful journey of discovery.

NG: Awesome cover art is so critical in this business and I've been fortunate to have terrific talent behind my covers. I've often wondered if cover artists feel they don't receive enough credit for drawing readers in with the cover of a book long before they've read the first page. Have you ever felt that way?

EE: No. I don’t think about the cover after it’s done. It isn’t mine. If it gets noticed and people say nice things (always make me embarrassed, and when I see them on Facebook and blogs I go very red and self-conscious) then that’s wonderful because it’s done what it’s supposed to do—get the author noticed. But no, I don’t think about credit. The sole purpose of a cover is so it catches the readers’ attention, not so I can say I made it. That’s my take on it, anyway.

NG: You’re also an author, how do you balance both two pen names and being a cover artist?

EE: Here’s a typical weekday for me. I check emails, log onto Facebook and say happy birthday to whoever’s birthday it is. Switch over to my review site page. Load a review onto the site, then Facebook it. Then I take my smallest to school. Home, make a cuppa, start work. I work from 9-3 every weekday (sometimes longer if I want to finish a cover—I hate leaving them half done). After that I do my motherly/housewifey things, check Facebook again (who doesn’t!), answer personal email (which isn’t often as I’m so busy—sorry!) then cook dinner and chill for the evening, usually with a book.

Weekends are for writing. I’m currently co-authoring quite a bit because I find it easier on my time. A chapter doesn’t take long, so I can get that done and sent back to whoever I’m working with. My current partners when I write as Natalie Dae are Lily Harlem and Sam Crescent. As Sarah Masters, I write M/M and co-author with Jaime Samms. I’m lucky that I can write 10K in one day, so my writing hasn’t taken a back seat at all since I’ve been working full time. I’ve found just writing on weekends has made me get more writing done. Weird how it’s worked out.

NG: That's awesome, I envy your time management skills! What are the differences between Natalie Dae and Sarah Masters?

EE: Natalie writes het erotic romance, Sarah writes M/M. Sarah is by far my favourite. I find it so much easier to write “blokes”.

NG: What are you working on now?

EE: Good grief. Ok, I’m writing novel 2 in a Sarah series (series title Voices). I’m co-authoring with Jaime Samms on book 2 of our The Dreaming series. Co-authoring with Lily Harlem—book 3 being started shortly, book 1, That Filthy Book is out in April, book 2 is out as a submission—and co-authoring on book 3, Forced Assassin, with Sam Crescent, books 1 & 2, Shades of Grey and Rude Awakening will be published very soon. I have a mainstream on the go, a couple of Nat series books that need to be written, and several other starts that need finishing.

NG: Whew! You're one busy lady! I think you should admit to your superhuman powers! Emmy, thank you so much for taking the time to interview with me! It's been enlightening! I love your work and I look forward to seeing it on more of my book covers! :)

EE: Thank you very much for asking me here and letting me waffle on. I’ll now go back into my cover cave and perhaps come out to play again next year LOL. HUG!

NG: ((hugs))

Curious about Emmy Ellis?

Check out her website: www.emmyellis.com

and blog: www.emmyellis.blogspot.com

Do you like it RED HOT?

2012-02-07T00:00:00.000-06:00

If your answer is yes, you're in the right spot!

Welcome to my RED HOT blog hop post!

First, I'd like to thank Ranae Rose for putting this all together! I'm also thrilled to announce this is my 300th blog post! I can't believe it! What better way to celebrate than with a naughty excerpt from Doll, my D/s erotic romance available now with Total E-Bound! Read on! But be forewarned..it's RED HOT!

The sound of the door shutting behind her confirmed that Raiden had left the room. She closed her eyes, trying to adjust her body in the chair to the most comfortable position. Time ticked by. How much, she couldn’t tell.

It’s been at least twenty minutes.

The waiting was driving her crazy. Her back ached in the odd pose. Her body screamed for sexual release as she stared at her glistening pussy in the mirror. She earnestly tested the bonds on her wrists and wondered why he hadn’t asked if she could move her hands.

Because I can.

With little effort she could break free from the bonds.

It’s a test.

‘A lesson on the virtues of patience.’

She could wriggle one hand free, pleasure herself in minutes and no one would be the wiser…right?

Right.

Decision made, she pulled her right hand free and delved into her wet warmth. A sigh of delight escaped her lips as her hand pressed against her clit. Her fingers sunk deep inside to stroke her slippery flesh in a familiar rhythm. She came fast and hard, biting her lip as the frantic waves of orgasm spiralled through her. The nipple chain jingled with her harried breathing as she removed her hand, licked the juices off her fingers and carefully slipped her hand back into the loose knot.

She hadn’t got her breathing back under control before she heard the door open. Rena struggled to inhale slowly as she watched Raiden approach in the mirror. He came behind her chair and held her gaze in the mirror.

“Did you learn your lesson?”

His sensual lips compressed in a line of displeasure.

Did he know? Rena wondered.

No, how could he?

She gasped as he tipped the chair backwards and leaned his face close to hers.

“Sex dolls are not allowed to self-pleasure.”

The stern look in his eyes sent a genuine streak of apprehension up her spine. She waited for him to ask the question again and was surprised when he kissed her lips instead. The kiss lacked romance but it held volumes of lustful promises.

Rena squealed as he released the chair. All four legs connected with the ground with a dull thud as he walked to the mirror in front of her. He pushed on the glass and the mirrored panel moved to reveal a flat screen television.

“Let’s see what my sex doll’s been up to.”

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Reader Advisory: This book contains a group lesbian scene, voyeurism, controversial BDSM toys, power play and scenes which some may find offensive.

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Forget The Lingerie...

2012-02-04T10:14:00.002-06:00

Sexy lingerie and heels will always have a place in the bedroom,

but sometimes the sexiest things happen with only your

T-shirt & panties on...

I had to share two of my favorite songs about this subject:

T-Shirt by Shontelle

(sweet & sexy)

Can you guess what scene I'm working on?

T-Shirt & Panties by Adina Howard

(naughty, naughty!)

Enjoy your Saturday!

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Back Gracen Miller!

2012-02-01T22:36:00.000-06:00

NG: I’m welcoming back Gracen Miller on Simply Sexy Stories! Hi, Gracen!

GM: Howdy, Nichelle! Thanks so much for inviting me back. It’s always a pleasure to be here with you.

NG: Likewise! Valentine’s Day is right around the corner! What would make the day special for you?

GM: My husband and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day too often. I feel like I should show him I love him every day of the year. This year we’ll be celebrating Valentine’s at the Mardi Gras LaShe’s Ball, which is always a blast. But if I were to celebrate the holiday, I think the ideal date would be a night alone with my husband with no children around. Doesn’t happen often…or near enough! ;-)

NG: The ball sounds like a blast and I agree on showing the love all year! What’s your favorite kind of chocolate candy (or treat if you don’t indulge)?

GM: Reese Cups. MmmMmm…tongue orgasms! ;-)

NG: LOL...love those too! What are you reading right now?

GM: For pleasure…Lover Awakened, Book three in the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward. For work…Hell’s Phoenix. It’s in the final stages before being published on February 17th.

NG: Oooo...LOVE J.R. Ward's series! Okay, let's talk about your writing. Why are you drawn to horror romance?

GM: I love anything and everything paranormal and horror, and I grew up ingesting as much of it as I could. My best friend since middle school and I would veg out in front of the TV on the weekends and watch horror movies. We did a little dabbling with the Ouija board in high school and I have personal experiences with ghosts, so it not only has entertainment value, but has a personal aspect in my life, as well. I’m, also, a romantic at heart. A weird combo, huh? So, I mix the two because even demons, monsters, vampires, shifters and unknown species I can create need love, too. The horror element allows me to take the storyline darker than an average paranormal romance story.

NG: What’s your favorite horror romance movie, book?

GM: Favorite movie would be the Underworld series. Aside from my own story, my favorite book series is the Immortals After Dark by Kresley Cole and/or the Psy series by Nalini Singh.

NG: I can never turn off Underworld when it comes on! I also enjoy both of the series you mentioned...great authors! Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?

GM: Ha! If I was a plotter my muse—Dom—would nix that in the butt fast. He doesn’t believe in following the tentative outline I have stored in my head. And he love, love, looooves throwing monkey wrenches into my storylines at the oddest, most random moments. I think he finds perverse satisfaction in doing this to me. They always improve the storyline, but a little heads up would be nice on occasion. lol

NG: Ha ha! Has your writing process changed since your first book was published?

GM: Some, but not a lot. I’m more consistent with my writing, rather than a random writer. I try to write a little every day, even if it’s just thoughts or ideas for upcoming scenes. When I first started writing, that wasn’t my goal and I wrote as I felt like it.

NG: What are you working on for 2012?

GM: Genesis Queen, which is Book 3 in the Road to Hell series. After that I hope to finish edits on a couple of books I’ve already completed.

NG: Wow! You've got a lot in the works, lady! Let's talk about your scorching new release, Pandora’s Box!

GM: It’s getting rave reviews, too! On Goodreads it has 36 Five star reviews and 10 Four star reviews. That doesn’t count the fantastic reviews it’s receiving on Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

NG: Congratulations, that's fantastic! What’s Pandora’s Box about?

GM: A very vague description…Pandora’s Box is about a mother who is trying to save her son from paranormal forces she doesn’t understand. The medical profession offers her little hope beyond a suggested stint in a psych-ward. Dedicated to finding a cure for her son, she refuses to give up on him. The book opens with her desperate to find help for her son, so fraught that she seeks paranormal assistance even though she doesn’t believe in the supernatural. She stumbles upon a group of hunters called Sherlocks who are convinced a demon is the cause of her son’s murderous tendencies. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the world she’s about to step into or the forces that threaten more than her life, but her very soul. Ultimately, it details the love a mother has for her child and how far she’ll go to save him, even if the odds are against them. Pandora’s Box also showcases that her life is nothing as she thought it was, but is a life borne from dark forces with demonic intentions.

NG: What inspired you to pen this story?

GM: Pandora’s Box was spawned from a nightmare where a demon/ghost was gunning for my kids. After I woke up and began to realize it was just a dream, I got to thinking. The worst nightmare any parent can endure is when their child is harmed. Especially when it’s something you cannot control nor do anything about. The absolute helplessness of this is crushing. I’ve endured this type of debilitation with my eldest son when he began to suffer grand mal seizures.

The nightmare got me to thinking “what if”…and that is how the Road to Hell series began.

NG: Give me three reasons readers will love Pandora’s Box.

GM: I’ll let the reviewers from Goodreads give you three reasons…

One… “Gracen Miller has definitely added spice and intrigue in to a genre that can somewhat be monotonous with the same story lines about demons, angels, succubi, and other paranormal creatures. This book grabs you on the first page and never lets go.” ~ Kathryn Grimes

Two… “Gracen Miller brought her ‘Road to Hell’ Series in with a bang! This story was insane! I loved it from beginning to the end. The ending had me at the edge of my seat in anticipation to see what is going to happen next. I have to say I loved this book. ” ~ Lindsey Hutchison

Three… “You will meet the most INCREDIBLE characters. The details in this book are outstanding! The story plays out flawlessly. The characters are well developed and positively enchanting! Author Gracen Miller takes mythical lore, horror, romance, parenting, the eternal battle of heaven and hell, smart/kick ass characters, newly created lore, hot cars and hotter men & women and wraps them up in nice little box...Pandora's Box that is! I LOVED THIS BOOK!” ~ Mindy/fangedmom

NG: What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?

GM: It depends on which book of mine they pick up. It can either be hot, scorching erotic sex. Or it can be a wild ride into a paranormal world of my own making, where characters are intense, the men are always alphas, and the sex will leave you panting for more.

NG: What's not to love? Gracen, thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories. Best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!

GM: Thanks for letting me join you! All the best of luck and wishes for you in 2012 as well!

NG: Thank you! :)

Where does the road to Hell begin?

What happens when your son turns homicidal overnight and your husband disappears on his way to work? Do you cower in fear or fight for your life? Madison Wescott fights against the odds. Distrustful of a God she doesn’t believe in, she finds herself face-to-face with a world she didn’t know existed and discovers her own soul is darkened with demonic connections.

With good intentions? Or by demonic design?

Phoenix Birmingham bursts into Madison’s life in a whirlwind of sarcasm and sexual appeal. A hero for the masses—and for her jaded heart—but few will ever know the sacrifices he has made or the sacrifices to come. Discovering her entire life has been influenced by multifaceted paranormal beings, Madison is determined to defeat the apocalyptic blueprint fate has decreed, but only one man dares to challenge the supernatural forces manipulating them. Even with Phoenix’s aid, can destiny be denied? Or will demonic design prevail while they pay the crucial price with their souls?

In a small, sleepy Alabama town the battle for mankind’s liberty has begun...

Caution! Erotically Charged Excerpt Below:

“Oh.” She said nothing further, but stared into his eyes, and Nix wanted to look into hers as he drove his dick into her body. Wanted to know if she’d be as demure and shy climaxing as she was with people? Or would a hidden wanton emerge?

“Why are you holding my arms?”

“So you won’t hit me again.” So I can touch you one final time.

“I could get out of this easily, Nix.”

He nodded. He had no doubt of that. Slowly, he pushed his knee between her legs and parted them.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He didn’t answer her question, but thrust his thigh up and wedged it tight against her pussy. A hard gasp fell from her mouth, and her eyes rounded. “What—” She licked her lips fast. “What are you doing?”

He let his actions speak for themselves. Maintaining his grasp on her wrists, he gripped her hip tighter and slowly dragged his thigh against her core, back and forth. Her breath hitched, froze in her lungs, and a strangled, “N—Nix!” slipped free.

“Relax.” He leaned in, and whispered against her ear, “Enjoy.” He nipped her lobe and dragged his teeth down the side of her throat. Goosebumps prickled her flesh, and Nix couldn’t cease until he received what he wanted. “Hurt me, if you want me to quit.” He discovered dying men were rash creatures. “It’s the only way I’ll stop.”

Nix kissed her, tasting the salty remnants of her tears. Mads responded with surprising ferocity. Their tongues met, clung, and lapped in a wild dance hinting of desperation and long checked desires. Cock thickening, his jeans grew uncomfortable, and he rubbed his thigh against her pussy faster.

Nix restrained himself from stripping Mads, holding her against the door, and driving into her. He wanted her. God knew he wanted her, but he wouldn’t make love to her knowing this would be his last opportunity. He’d been selfish enough. He wasn’t about to go to Hell and be a fucking bastard like her demonic husband. No way would they come together for the first time as a final, farewell fuck. He held too much admiration for her to disrespect her in such a fashion. Once he claimed her physically, he’d always want her. What agony to desire Mads for an eternity while she remained out of reach. Beliel would unquestionably use his lust against him.

Those thoughts wouldn’t stop him from committing other sins and transgressions. At least now he would lose his dick to the Neko for a good cause.

Gliding his hand from her wrists down her body, his descent ceased once he cupped a heavy breast, circling the nipple through the fabric of her shirt with his thumb. He swallowed her moans, elated by her obvious desire.

Her hands dropped and clung to his shoulders as he pushed up her shirt and tugged her bra aside with impatient fingers, wedging the fabric beneath the weight of a breast. He cupped the warm flesh, the hard nub of her nipple branding his palm.

Her back bowing against the door, another one of her moans slipped down his throat. Nix severed their kiss and lifted his head to peer at her as he rolled the pebble between his fingers. Eyes heavy-lidded with passion, lips swollen from his kisses, she curled her fingers into his hair and tugged him down.

Pandora's Box is available now with Decadent Publishing, Amazon and other e-retailers!

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Author Bio:

Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she's a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She's addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She is convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs.

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This week's hottie is...

2012-01-31T21:15:00.001-06:00

Clive Owen!

It's all in the eyes, baby!

This guy does the brooding look

damn

well!

Clive Owen

is definitely

HYPNOTIC!

Fast Five With Wendi Zwaduk!

2012-01-29T18:12:00.000-06:00

NG: Welcome to Fast Five with Wendi Zwaduk! Hey, Wendi!

WZ: Hi Nichelle! I’m so glad to be here. Always a good time when I get to blog with you!

NG: Likewise! I'm excited to hear about Someone Like You, what's this sexy story all about?

WZ: Mindy and Arran have a storied history, but this is where everything started. College, the crazy, hazy days where they get to find out what they really want. Add in the need for a little exploration, a little play with toys and $20 grand needed for a house and you’ve got Arran and Mindy’s beginning.

NG: Why did you want to write this story?

WZ: It’s funny. I took a LOT of heat when Tangled Up came out. Readers wanted to know what got Mindy and Arran together. Many of them said the threesome in TU would make more sense if they knew the back story. I hadn’t planned on writing a prequel, but I had to give the readers what they wanted. And yes, I was listening to a lot of Adele and she sang the words in Mindy’s soul. If you read TU, then you know how Arran and Mindy’s relationship ends up. So the more I wrote in SLY, the more I could hear her saying, yeah, that’s my song. I had to use it as the title.

NG: Love Adele! What do you think readers will love about this tale?

WZ: If you loved the complication in Tangled Up, then you’ll love seeing the genesis of it in Someone Like You. Arran comes across as a very laid back guy, but you get to see just how complicated his life really is. I don’t know if people will love Mindy, but you get to see what she’s all about. She’s a good hearted person who wants to make Arran happy. I’d say she’s a little mousy, but she loves him nonetheless.

NG: If you had to pick a favorite line from the book what would it be and why?

WZ: “I’m loving every minute of loving you and if it means toys, then I’m game to play.”

Arran is a gay man so for him, being with a girl is completely foreign. He’s coming to realize maybe what he thought isn’t what’s what. Mindy, though she’s never been with a bisexual man, isn’t shy about giving him what he needs. I love the honesty in the line. It shows how much they care about each other even when there are those around them saying their relationship shouldn’t work.

NG: Interesting premise! What can readers look forward to next from Wendi Zwaduk?

WZ: Well...hmm... as I send this in, I’ve just turned in a short about a returning Vietnam vet. Will it go over? I dunno. I felt compelled to write it when the character of Noel jumped into my head. He’s very stoic, but since coming home from the war, he’s also got a sense of ‘screw it. Life happens too fast to not take the chance. I loved him and hope the powers that be do, too.

I've also got the Heart Attack one coming out in Feburary and then a Lust Bite at the end of Feb.

NG: Busy lady! Thank you so much for stopping by, Wendi! I wish you all the best with this release!

WZ: Sure! Here you go! And thanks Nichelle for having me!!!

NG: Always a pleasure, Wendi!

Mindy cocked her head. She scooted forward on the bed and the smile returned to her lips. “I’m sure you know all about this.” With deft fingers, she unbuttoned his jeans. “You don’t know how many times I stared at you in class and wondered what it would be like to know you.” She slipped down onto her knees. “I fantasised about what you tasted like.” She hooked her fingers into his waistband. His cock bobbed against her cheek. Instead of shying away, she fixed her gaze on his and licked along the thick vein.

“Mindy.” He thrust his fingers into her hair and his pants pooled at his feet. “Oh, God.”

Giggling, she took him deep into her mouth. Arran wobbled and his knees went week. The orgasm built low in his belly and swirled around. He wouldn’t last. She cupped his balls, pushing him closer to climax.

His body vibrated and his vision blurred. So close.

Mindy scraped her teeth along his cock. She sat back on her heels and stared at him.

Arran blinked. She stopped. Freaking stopped. His muddled brain cleared as the smile on her lips widened. She wanted to toy with him? Two could play the game.

He grabbed a condom from his bureau. “How much do you want me?”

As she stood, Mindy dragged her shorts and panties past her hips. She took the packet from his hands and unrolled the condom over his shaft. “This much.”

God, yes. Arran grasped her hips and fell onto the bed. In one move, he pushed into her body. Her cream slickened the joining. He’d planned on their first time being a little more…graceful. Too late for grace. Arran moaned. He still had his blasted pants around his ankles and his shirt on. Christ.

Mindy shoved her hands up under his shirt. She dug her nails into his back and arched beneath him. “Harder.” She writhed and matched his thrusts with her own. “God, so close. So…fucking close.”

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Author Bio:

I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.

I earned a BA in education and as well as a Masters in Education. I've tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I books under contract with Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books, and the Wild Rose Press. But then again, I've got more stories percolating than my brain can handle. I can't wait to share them with you!

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Sunday Snog: One Kiss Changes Everything...

2012-01-29T10:54:00.000-06:00

This Sunday's hot kiss is taken from Lovin' Leela, my first release with Total E-Bound and one of my personal fave stories to write!

Enjoy and have a great week!
~Nichelle

*****

“I brought you something.” Sam held out the small gift.

“What’s this?” Leela took the box from him.

“Banana bread.”

She looked up at him. “You didn’t!”

“I did. And for the record, when I say something, I’m always serious unless I say otherwise.”

She watched him shove his hands into his pockets, tightening the pull of fabric across the zipper of his pants. Zings of awareness skitter along her spine. “Well, thank you. This was so thoughtful. Would you like to come in and have a slice with me?”

Sam grinned, making the dimples dip deep on his handsome face. “I’m not into banana bread, but I would like to come in, yes.”

Her stomach somersaulted as they stared at one another for a few seconds. The strap on her dress slipped again, and this time Sam’s eyes slid to her bare shoulder. Leela swallowed, surprised again by the wave of desire rushing over her. He was being flirtatious and her response now would set the tone between them.

“Leela?” Sam asked. “Second guessing your initial desire?”

Could he sense the sudden wild craving she had for him?

She squeezed the box of banana bread and released a slow breath. “Look, Sam, I really do appreciate the banana bread but I…” Her voice faltered as his fingers brushed her skin to pull the loose strap back into place.

“You’re afraid,” he finished, placing one hand on the side of her door.

He was gorgeous and arrogant!

She snorted. “Afraid? What are you talking about? I don’t even know you. That’s the point.” Leela folded her arms across her chest, looking around him to see another neighbour coming towards them.

Sam nodded slowly, then shook his head. “But we’re not strangers, Leela. You’ve been in my home, we’ve shared my amazing pasta and a bottle of wine. So, that’s not what you’re afraid of.” He stated calmly.

“So, what am I afraid of?” she asked staring into the warm coffee depths of his eyes. A split second before he reached for her, Leela knew he would show her what she feared.

She sucked in a breath as he claimed her lips in a kiss. He laced his fingers in her hair, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Leela was in shock for a nanosecond before she began to respond, opening her mouth and offering him her tongue. She was vaguely aware of him moving them back into her condo, the door closing silently with a click as he pushed her up against the wall and deepened the kiss.

The box of bread fell to the ground as her nipples peaked and strained against the soft cotton of her sundress. She moaned as he pressed his leg against her pussy, teasing her need, increasing the heat and wetness between her thighs. Longing and confusion battled for top spot in her chaotic thoughts and longing won as he continued to stroke her tongue with his hard body pressed against her.

He pulled away with his hands still in her hair, forcing her to meet his eyes. “That’s what you’re afraid of, Leela, but you don’t have to be.”

She shook her head. “This is crazy. I-I don’t do things like this—” Her explanation was cut short as he kissed her again.

“Like what?” he asked against her mouth. “Kissing your neighbour?” He pulled back, holding her gaze. “I wanted you the moment I opened the door and saw you, and I know I saw the same desire mirrored in your eyes.” He traced a line with his finger along the swell of her bottom lip. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll go."

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Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Avril Ashton!

2012-01-26T21:07:00.003-06:00

NG: I’m welcoming Avril Ashton on Simply Sexy Stories! Hi, Avril! Happy New Year!

AA: Thank you for hosting me, Nichelle, and Happy New Year!

NG: Did you make any New Year’s resolutions?

AA: Not really. I never keep them, but I did promise myself to write more and read less. Dunno how that’s going to work.

NG: That's a good resolution! What are you reading right now?

AA: Nothing. A crying shame cause if I had my way I’d be reading all day, every day. But it would leave no time to write so I’ve taken to bribing myself: finish this or that WIP and then you can read.

NG: LOL I like your self-imposed blackmail tactics. Care to share some of your favorite authors?

AA: My faves are way too much to name, but I’ll try. I absolutely love Kresley Cole, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Francis Ray, Kimberly Kaye Terry. Any and all authors who write great stories with awesome characters.

NG: I love to read all those authors too! Winter is here! Do you enjoy the snow?

AA: I love snow. Hate the cold. I’m from the Caribbean and my blood hasn’t thickened yet. The perfect winter day is when I’m inside watching the snow through the window. LOL

NG: Which would you rather drink to warm up...hot chocolate or hot toddy?

AA: Hot toddy. I like my spirits…heh

NG: :) Okay, let's talk about your writing. What genre(s) do you write and why?

AA: Under the Erotic Romance genre I write interracial, paranormal and M/M.

NG: What draws you to erotic romantic novels?

AA: The sex! LOL Nah, I like the openness of it all. I like that I can experience all aspects of a couple falling in love, including that trip to the bedroom where it all hangs out. All the dirty and nasty stuff.

NG: Mmm hmmm! Is there any particular word or thing in erotic romance novels that you dislike as a reader?

AA: If your book is labeled an erotic romance, I expect the erotic. Nothing irks me more than the bedroom door slamming in my face, or a tension-filled buildup that doesn’t follow through. If you’re writing erotic, bring it already. I dislike head-hopping every two sentences and I don’t like first person stuff, or anything that keeps me inside the head of only one of the MCs. Also, no euphemisms for body parts, hmm? Let’s call them what they are.

NG: Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?

AA: Laid back pantser. I can’t plot to save my life. My characters take over and do as they please and I just enjoy the ride ;-)

NG: Has your writing process changed since your first book was published?

AA: I think so. I’m much more aware of the editing side of things than I was with my first book. That manuscript was a mess, but I’ve learned what works and what doesn’t and I write much cleaner and tighter now.

NG: What are you working on for 2012?

AA: I’m working on the final book in my Wicked series with eXtasy book, Wicked Is His Touch. No release date yet. Plus there are at least two more books in the PSC series for Total E-Bound and the eagerly awaited story of Jayce and Wes from Make Me Sweat. In between all those are the many stories clamoring for release in my crowded mind.

NG: I know the feeling! Let's talk about your latest release Till Abandon, book one in the paranormal security council series. What's this sizzling story about?

AA: Till Abandon is my first attempt at the shifter/paranormal sub-genre. As with each of my books, I try to push beyond my boundaries with Till Abandon and it’s the story of a female assassin finally giving in to the wolf she’s been running from. Her mate.

NG: What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

AA: I had a sort of vision of this woman with white-blonde hair slitting a man’s throat. She popped out of nowhere and I had to know more. Why did she kill him? Who is she and what brought her to that particular act?

NG: What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?

AA: Readers can count on my characters to be in the most impossible situations. They can also count on me to bring the heat and keep it dirty, sex-wise. There’s always a heroine guaranteed to kick bootay and a hella-sexy hero all set to make you drool.

NG: Give me three reasons readers will love Till Abandon.

AA: 1. Voltaire, my heroine, is all swagged out. I say she’s gangsta with hers. 2. There’s some bedroom actions in there that none of my other books have—yet and 3. There are shifters all up and through that there novella and we do love us some shifters ;-)

NG: Yes we do! Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories, Avril, best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!

AA: Thank you and right back at ya!

Blurb: All the power and killer instinct she possesses can’t protect her from the claiming of one determined wolf.

They call her ‘The woman in white,’ whisper ‘Death-Bringer’ with their last breath, but no one knows exactly what she is. Not even Voltaire herself. The deadly magic within her is a living thing, able to crush anyone and everything with a blink. Abandoning the blood-soaked world she’s used to, Voltaire seeks out the one constant in her tired life—the green-eyed wolf in her dreams. She’s ignored the wolf’s call for years, afraid to surrender, but danger haunts her mate. He needs her.

Wolf-shifter Blake Montez is in the middle of a war, battling the usurpers intent on taking over his territory. Unfamiliar magic hums in the air, unnoticed—it seems—by everyone but him. He finds the source already under his nose, in his home. The delicate woman in white knows things no one should know, and the heat simmering between them is unlike anything he’s ever felt. His wolf recognizes her as his mate, though Blake remains unsure he can trust her.

Voltaire sets out to prove herself with time running out, enemies are on the prowl, some foreseen, others remain cloaked in shadow. She and Blake team up, fighting side by side, but in the end Voltaire might be the biggest threat to their love.

Caution! Super Sexy Excerpt Below:

In his apartment over Montez’ bar, Blake Montez lay on his bed, chewing on a toothpick, eyes closed. A psychic disturbance hovered in the air, charged with magic he’d never experienced before. It’d been two days since he’d first felt the soft ripples on his skin, and now it grew stronger, more insistent.

The other half of him, his wolf, clawed to get out, but Blake ignored the need for the moment. While strange and very powerful, the magic didn’t appear malevolent. These powers didn’t come from the cats trying to stake a claim to his territory. Czion, the jaguar leader, didn’t have access to the kind of power Blake felt in the air. Still, he should warn his pack to be wary, to be on the lookout for any strange goings-on. As Alpha, it was his duty to protect them and if this thing posed a threat, they needed to be prepared.

He rose off the bed, pulling on a pair of sweat pants and the black T-shirt he’d discarded earlier. A few of his guys remained downstairs, playing pool and hanging out. He’d tell them his suspicions and ask them to spread the word. Then he’d go for a run. His wolf itched to come out and play tonight.

Halfway down the stairs, he stopped. The unfamiliar magic seemed concentrated in the room below, the bar. He took his time descending the stairs, using his wolf senses to scent out the source. He found it—or rather her—at the bar.

“Marcus, get everyone out now.” Speaking to his beta and best friend, Blake kept his eyes on the woman. She sat with her back to him, dressed to match the snow white of her hair.

“What’s going on, Blake?” Bent over a pool table in the corner, cue in hand, Marcus didn’t sound the least bit disturbed.

“Don’t you feel the ripples in the air?” Blake struggled to quiet the growls rumbling in his throat. The wolf grew ever more restless. His skin tightened and sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought with his wolf for control.

“What ripples? What are you talking about?” Marcus straightened with the pool cue on his shoulder.

God damn, am I the only one feeling the interference?

“Get everybody out. Now.”

Blake approached the bar as Marcus ushered the few confused patrons outside. His friend tossed him a quizzical look and stopped next to the woman.

“She stays.”

“What the hell is going on, B?”

“Just get outside.”

Marcus exited the bar with a shake of his head, closing the door behind him. Blake took a deep breath and strode across to the woman in white.

“You didn’t have to make them leave on my account.” She swung around on the stool to face him.

Blake’s breath seized; his wolf roared. His cock, neglected for longer than necessary, stirred. Her smooth skin glowed the palest ivory, making her appear fragile and untouchable. Bone straight, white hair fell to her waist, getting lost in the white of her tight blouse, distressed jeans and floor length coat. The killer heels on her feet were an obscene red, matching her lips.

I can hear your wolf, she whispered in his head. Why do you suppose he’s fighting so hard to get out?

Blake flinched and stared into her mismatched eyes, feeling like he was floating. He tried getting into her thoughts but came up against a black wall.

That’s right. I can read your mind, but alas, she sighed dramatically, you can’t fuck with mine.

He closed the gap between them on unsteady legs, hands at his sides, heart hammering in his chest. His sweaty skin tightened painfully as the wolf clawed under his skin.

“Who are you?”

“Who do you want me to be, Blake?” Sex dripped from her low voice. Husky and silky-smooth. She posed a threat to him, to his wolf, to—

Now, now. A threat? Li’l ole me? She winked her right eye, the gold one. The left eye sparked a vibrant, violet hue.

“What are you?” Standing next to her with his teeth clenched, Blake couldn’t decide whether to grab her and spread her legs across the bar, or shoot her between those weird, gorgeous eyes.

“Um.” She licked her lips. “I vote for the first option.” He narrowed his eyes and she shrugged. “Just saying.”

“Strange magic surrounds you,” he rasped. “And you bring it here, to my pack.”

“Well, if you want to get technical, the strange magic doesn’t surround me so much as it lives in me.”

Blake reached a hand out, but snatched it back at the last second. “Get out now before I kill you.” He couldn’t have her here, distracting him with her strange pull and her particular brand of magic.

She laughed. Invisible arms wrapped around his waist and jerked him forward. To her.

“There are many reasons you can’t kill me, but let’s start with the one you refuse to acknowledge.” Rising off the stool, she leaned over and dragged her tongue down his neck.

His wolf erupted, awakened further by her touch. His cock, aroused before, hardened to painful proportions. Blake growled and grabbed her by the neck. She stared at him with her lips curved, those eyes twinkling.

The name’s Voltaire, but what do you call me, Blake?

He tightened his fingers around her neck. Her strange-ass pupils dilated. The wolf scented her arousal and went crazy, ready to mark. To claim.

Say it, Blake.

His eyesight dimmed as the wolf grew stronger, his other half already accepting what he fought to deny. Blake jerked her to him, speaking the word before his mouth descended on hers.

“Mate.”

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Fast Five With Sam Crescent!

2012-01-25T11:07:00.000-06:00

NG: Welcome to Fast Five with Sam Crescent! Hey, Sam!

SC: Hiya, Nichelle. Thank you so much for having me back again.

NG: My pleasure! Tell me what The Valentines: Robert is all about?

SC: Well, Robert, is the first book in my new vampire series. This is the start of learning about the problems happening on Beyer West. The Valentines is a vampire family of four brothers and two sisters. They control Beyer West. The problem is the wolf pack are becoming out of control. When Robert Valentine forms a blood bond with a human female, Sophie, he agrees to protect her best friend Katie.

Let's just say in this book all hell is about to let loose.

NG: Oooo...sounds exciting! Why did you want to write this story?

SC: I have an addiction to vampires. I love all vampire programs and yes I love Twilight as well. I thought to myself to let my imagination spring free and let loose. What I love about Paranormal or vampire tales is there are no rules. You don't have to follow some rigid guidelines and everything can be how you want it to be.

NG: What do you think readers will love about this tale?

SC: I don't have sparkly vampires? lol. I don't know. I loved writing it and I hope that if other people love watching and reading vampires as much as I do, they'll enjoy this book. I for one love reading books as part of series and Robert is the first book within this series. I'm not very good at this am I? lol

NG: You're doing just fine! If you had to pick a favorite line from the book what would it be and why?

SC: “With all due respect, sir, I give my respect only to people who have earned it. And since, by definition, a person is someone who breathes, you don’t qualify.”

I love this line. Sophie my lead character says it. Robert admires her attitude and spunk. This really sets up the story nicely and love it.

NG: What can readers look forward to next from Sam Crescent?

SC: The second story in my vampire series, William, will be out a little later this year and I've also co-authored with a fellow Total-E Bound writer, Natalie Dae. Plenty of stuff coming along at the moment.

NG: How fun! Thank you so much for stopping by, Sam! I wish you all the best with this release!

SC: Thank you as always for having me.

Book one in The Valentines Series

A war is about to begin.

Sophie Ford has a secret. Fear for herself and her friend has her running to the vampire council in search of protection.

And she is bonded to a vampire.

Robert Valentine knows Sophie is hiding something, but what? She tempts him as no little human ever has in his whole life. He is the eldest son of the most powerful family in the world.

Forces they cannot control are fighting against them. Time is running out. Sophie's secret is about to be exposed. Is there time to save the ones they love? Can Robert and Sophie move on and survive the war that is about to begin?

Reader Advisory: This book is the first of a series and contains scenes of violence between werewolves and vampires.

Caution! Tantalizingly Teasing Excerpt Below:

“What do you want from me?” he asked. His voice became husky as the sight of her body had its effect on his own. His cock, which had lain dormant for three years as no woman could arouse him the way Sophie could, awoke with fresh life. He wanted to be inside his mate. The need to take her in the most primitive of ways lay beneath the surface of his skin. Vampires could react on impulse.

William allowed the urge to flow over him but Robert took great pride in maintaining control. He no longer wanted to be in charge of his emotions. What would happen to him and Sophie if he allowed his natural instincts to kick in? He turned his head away so that he no longer stared into her blue eyes. Anything in the world she asked for, he’d willingly give. Cut out his own dead heart, and she could have it within seconds.

“I want the bond to be complete,” she said.

It was the answer he had been expecting—she didn’t know how to ask in any other way. He already knew of her innocence.

Robert took hold of her hands and pulled gently, bringing her closer to him. He could smell how turned on she was. Her light scent invaded his nostrils. The bitter taste of her fear was unwelcome, but he knew that virgins always feared their first time.

He felt her tremble but she remained before him. Her courage should be worshipped.

Robert held her hands, not moving. He looked at her, making sure she kept her eyes on him and only on him. He stroked his thumb over her hand, trying to reassure her.

Using all his willpower, he opened up the connection between them. Her eyes were the key. He forced her to watch him, to trust him. Holding her hands provided the conduit of touch and her eyes gave him the key to her mind.

He hated himself for doing this, but time was of the essence.

“What do you want from me?” Again, the picture of a smiling Katie appeared before his eyes as she spoke.

“To finish the bond.” Her answer came in a dull voice. She was strong. She was fighting his hold on her. Her words seemed practiced.

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Sunday Snog - Shut Up and Kiss Me!

2012-01-21T21:17:00.000-06:00

I'm excited to participate in my very first Sunday Snog!

Mmm....there's nothing like that first kiss, is there?

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Zori revels in the control she exerts over the opposite sex; no man has ever challenged her in the bedroom or out...until she meets Greyson.

She's beautiful, intelligent and sometimes deadly to the men who enter her bedroom. For Zori, voracious appetites for sex and food reign supreme. She's never known rejection, romance or love...her life and heart has always been her own.

The moment she sets eyes on Greyson, Zori makes it her quest to have him in her bed, but she's finally met her match. Can two lovers with secrets face the truth and trust their hearts?

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“Greyson?”

“Yep.”

His attention was also on the alley, as if he was keeping watch too.

“Would you like to come home with me?”

Greyson slowly turned to stare at her and Zori shivered again, this time from desire. Most guys started talking a mile a minute, shocked by her boldness, yet completely game. She particularly hated the ones who immediately started pawing and trying to kiss her while promising how good they’d make her feel.

Greyson simply held her gaze, his eyes never leaving her face even though she felt like his hands were already on her body.

“My car’s not far from here.”

Bingo.

He’d agreed to go. Now she just had to get him there.

“One kiss before we go?”

Greyson grabbed her and yanked her hard against his body. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Are you asking me if I’m sure about kissing you? If so, the answer is yes.”

She pressed her hands against his chest, taking a step back from him as his eyes raked over her entire body.

“Not just the kiss, Zori.”

Heat bloomed deep within her. His gaze was magnetic. He had the most unusual brown eyes she’d ever seen. She’d almost swear his irises had flecks of gold that reflected the street lamp overhead.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Her answer seemed to drive him forward. His lips crushed hers in a hard kiss that melted into a sensual caress. She opened her mouth for him, loving the taste of his tongue as it caressed hers. He kissed as well as he danced.

No…better.

* * * * *

This kiss is only the beginning of the erotic delights shared between these two!

Taken By Surprise which is available with Total E-Bound, Amazon and other e-retailers!

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This Week's Hottie Is...

2012-01-20T10:41:00.000-06:00

Antonio Banderas!

I recently watched Desperado

and was reminded of how hot this guy is!

Those eyes, smoldering sex appeal and his voice!

*swoon*

And he plays the guitar!!

He's multi-talented and sexy as hell!

Have a great weekend!

As You Desire Is Now Available!!

2012-01-16T00:57:00.000-06:00

As You Desire marks my tenth published work! I can't explain the joy of knowing my stories are reaching readers all over the world!

As You Desire is the second book in my Djinn Brotherhood series and although Vander from As You Wish will always remain one of my favorite characters to write, I had a blast telling Rafi and Lona's story. Their love affair is what I'd call a slow burn, but man, oh man is it HOT!

Enjoy an exclusive sneak peek from the first chapter below...

Chapter One

Rafi bit back a curse as he waited for his current master, Lacey, to make her final wish. He heard her stunned gasp from her bedroom and stifled a yawn as she rushed back into the living room dressed in a denim mini-skirt and a tight pink T-shirt that clung to her breasts.

She swivelled in the mirror, admiring her new slim, stacked body. “Look at me! I haven’t had this skirt on since…well, never. I can’t believe it—I’m freaking hawt now!”

Rafi cringed as she let out another squeal of delight.

“Omigoodness…look at my butt. Do you see it?”

He didn’t bother responding as Lacey continued to gush over her new curves.

“You still have one wish left to use.”

Lacey giggled with excitement, twirling like a ballerina in front of the mirror.

“It’s so hard to decide. I still can’t believe this happened to me!”

These were the moments he hated being a Djinn. He was so tired of fulfilling empty, mundane, utterly typical wishes.

C’mon, lady, I don’t have all day.

He blew out a breath, frustrated with everything. It would be so easy to help her make a decision. All he’d have to do was give her a gentle mental push and use the unique ability he’d been born with to project his thought into Lacey’s mind.

Too bad it was strictly forbidden behaviour for any Djinn capable of the gift within the Brotherhood.

Wishes were to be made freely. The reality was he actually did have all day, all month…hell, all year if that was how long Lacey decided to take to utter her last request.

Lacey glanced away from her reflection to cast a quick look at him through the mirror. “What’s the matter, gorgeous? Am I taking too long for you?”

The smile he gave her spiked the intensity of the headache thumping against his skull.

“Time is of no consequence for me.”

Rafi crossed his arms, wishing Lacey lived in the tropics instead of this godforsaken frozen farmhouse located in the middle of nowhere.

“Maybe that’s it…I could wish to live forever, like you.”

“Trust me—living forever isn’t as great as it sounds.”

A stab of pain hit his heart and Rafi steeled himself as it travelled down the length of his body.

How long had it been since he’d allowed himself to feel that heartache?

He blinked, trying to erase images of smiling grey eyes, silky chestnut hair and—

“I can come to you later. Give you some time to make your final decision.”

Lacey turned her face away from the mirror and glanced at the stacks of cash covering her coffee table before looking at him.

“Wait. I know what I want.”

Rafi nodded his head, ready to deliver and split. He couldn’t wait to get home after a week in the icy tundra.

“You’ve been very good to me, Rafi.” Lacey walked over to him, running her eyes over his body.

Oh, hell, here we go.

“That’s my job as your Djinn.”

Lacey lifted her gaze from his chest to meet his eyes. “You’re a dream come true, and I’m not just talking about the wishes.”

“I’m glad you’re satisfied.”

Wrong choice of words.

He could practically feel the sexual hunger emanating from Lacey. She had no doubt been starved of male attention, her locale and extra body weight hindering her dating activities big time.

“I’d like to be.” Lacey gave him a hesitant smile as she smoothed her hands down her denim skirt.

“Excuse me?”

Perhaps if he played clueless she’d lose her nerve.

Lacey reached up and touched his shoulder.

“I’d like to be satisfied by you.”

She blushed, obviously unaccustomed to making brazen demands.

If he wasn’t in such a foul mood he might’ve acted on her bashful come-on.

“Is that your final wish?”

“Could it be?”

“No.”

Not exactly the truth, but she wasn’t privy to the by-laws of the Djinn Brotherhood.

©Copyright Nichelle Gregory 2012
************

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Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy! I'll announce one lucky winner by 8 p.m. CST tonight!

Six Sentence Sunday: Erotic Imaginings...

2012-01-15T00:00:00.000-06:00

As You Desire releases TOMORROW

with Total E-Bound!!

“Something about you draws me in, Rafi. Despite everything going on in my world, I can’t stop—”

A seagull cried somewhere in the distance as the sun all but disappeared into the ocean.

“Can’t stop what?”

Lona sighed. “Imagining what it would be like to be with you.”

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Enjoy Your Saturday!

2012-01-14T11:18:00.003-06:00

Check out the thighs on this guy!

Oh, my, oh my!!

Alexandra O'Hurley shared this cutie on FaceBook

and I just had to share!

Does he do it for you?

Enjoy your Saturday!!

~Nichelle

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes DC Juris!

2012-01-11T20:20:00.000-06:00

NG: I’m welcoming DC Juris on Simply Sexy Stories! Hi, DC! Happy New Year!

DC: Happy New Year to you, too! Thanks for having me today!

NG: My pleasure, I'm pleased to have you as my first guest author of the year! Did you make New Year’s resolutions?

DC: Nah. I don't really believe in waiting for a specific date to make changes in your life.

NG: What are you reading right now?

DC: I'm re-reading The Island of Doctor Moreau by H.G. Wells for about the hundredth time.

NG: Oooo...great book! Care to share some of your favorite authors?

DC: You're just trying to get a guy in trouble! ::grins::

NG: I wouldn't do that! ;-)

DC: I don't talk about my favorite m/m authors. But as far as mainstream, I like H.G. Wells, RA Salvatore, and Richard Knaak.

NG: Nice! Winter is here! Do you enjoy the snow?

DC: I do not! LOL I have a lot of joint issues and horrendous arthritis, and the snow makes me grouchier than I should be. Also, I've got SAD, so the winter months aren't my favorite.

NG: Which would you rather drink to warm up...hot chocolate or hot toddy?

DC: My preference would be a hot toddy, but sadly I'm no longer allowed to have alcohol. But it's all good - I like hot chocolate, too!

NG: So do I! Okay, let's talk about your writing. What genre(s) do you write and why?

DC: I mainly write contemporary and fantasy. Why? I don't have to do as much research. I hate research.

NG: It is time consuming. What draws you to erotic romantic novels?

DC: Quite simply, I like writing and reading about sex.

NG: LOL...your direct, I like that! Is there any particular word or thing in erotic romance novels that you dislike as a reader?

DC: Man tits. Man cunt. Man pussy. All those man-"female body part" words. UGH. Men have nipples, penises, and asses. Just use those words. Seriously - anything else is really unsexy!

NG: Well said! Reading man cunt within a story would definitely turn me off.

Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?

DC: I'm definitely not a plotter. I write things down as they come to me, and piece them together later on.

NG: Has your writing process changed since your first book was published?

DC: About the only thing I do differently is I don't send every story to a beta reader anymore. I'm more confident in my writing and what my editor wants.

NG: Isnt' that a beautiful feeling? What are you working on for 2012?

DC: I've got 24 WIPs going on right now. I'm working with mostly new characters, but Jack and Alan fans will be happy to know there's another book in the works featuring them, and Vance, Raine, and Andrew fans are finally getting the book they wanted - the one that tells how the sexy trio got together.

NG: 24 WIP's??!! Wowzers! That's wild, DC! Well, let's talk about your latest release, Betrayed. In five sentences or less, share what Betrayed is about.

DC: 5 sentences or less??? Sheesh. You make a boy work for it, don't you? Um…okay, here goes: Betrayed is about love - how it endures, what it can encompass, what it can forgive. And what it can't. (There!)

NG: Ha ha! You did it and quite well might I add! What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

DC: Actually, Betrayed came about as a result of several (about 20) re-writes of my very first work.

NG: Give me three reasons readers will love Betrayed.

DC: Meldrick - he's reason enough. He's tormented, tortured, all knotted up inside. It's an interesting ride watching him work things out. The fantasy setting is pretty cool, I think. And #3 would have to be the sex. What can I say?

NG: Tell me the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?

DC: Smut. Well, with the exception of one of my stories. I like to write hot sex, so that's always going to be there. Unless it's not. LOL

NG: Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories, DC, best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!

DC: Thanks for having me!!! :-)

Blurb: Two years after he lost his soul mate to the war, Faldor still pines for Meldrick. His world is turned upside down when Meldrick appears on his doorstep late one night, seemingly back from the dead. Finally escaped from a prison camp, Meldrick protects a dar secret--one that could rip their rekindled love apart if Faldor ever learned the truth.

But the longer they're together, the more questions come up. What really happened two years ago? How did Meldrick escape the prison camp after so long? Is Meldrick the still the man Faldor fell in love with? Can Meldrick reconcile who he is with who he was and move beyond his treachery, or will betrayal win?
Caution!
Super Hot Excerpt Below:

“Mel?” Faldor had awoken without Meldrick noticing, had sat up in bed, blankets clutched around himself, looking at Meldrick with worry, long, thick hair cascading around his head and over his shoulders in waves of liquid gold, fluffy white nightshirt askew, revealing one pale shoulder. By the gods, but Faldor was ravishing!

Meldrick moved without even realizing his steps. He crawled onto the bed and straddled Faldor. Without hesitation, he grabbed Faldor by the hair, hauled the smaller man up, and kissed Faldor savagely. He pushed Faldor back down into the bed, never taking his lips away, and clawed at Faldor’s nightshirt, ripping it open even as he bit and sucked at Faldor’s mouth.

Faldor answered, twining his arms around Meldrick’s neck and arching his back and hips up, grinding them against Meldrick’s body with a sweet, low moan.

Meldrick wrapped his arms tight around Faldor, molded their bodies together in a crushing embrace that wrenched a squeak from the lips beneath his. But he didn’t care. He held on, kissing Faldor, squeezing Faldor as though the healer might slip away.

He shook. Meldrick’s entire body—from feet to hands—shook. With passion for the man he loved. With rage for what his captors had turned him into. With shame for what he’d let himself become. What he’d become. Meldrick pulled away with a cry. He should explain. Apologize. Make an excuse. Something. Anything. But the words would not come. He bolted from the bed and stood there, staring mutely, unable to meet Faldor’s eyes, unable to speak, but yearning to somehow make Faldor understand.

Betrayed will be available on January 13th with Breathless Press!

Buy It HERE!!

Author Bio: A Southern transplant who has retained none of his accentbut all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud transgender bisexual livingin Upstate New York with his husband, four dogs, three cats, and a menagerie ofHalloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity.

He's still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, and he'llgladly entertain offers or applications for the position! In the rare eventthat he's not writing, DC can be found surfing the internet for randomresearch, killing things on his Xbox, reading, taking pictures of the worldaround him, or playing Farmville, to which he admits a complete and totallyblissful addiction.

You can keep up with him at www.facebook.com/dcjuris, www.dcjuris.com, or blog http://dcjuris.blogspot.com!

This About Sums It Up...

2012-01-10T09:45:00.000-06:00

Ha ha! I love it! I saw this picture and had to share it!

Have a great Tuesday!

~Nichelle

Six Sentence Sunday: Guilty As Charged?

2012-01-07T23:19:00.000-06:00

Happy New Year!

This six is from As You Desire, coming January 16th with Total E-Bound Publishing!

Enjoy...and have a great week!

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“The High Council asks for your vote in the decision to release Lona Vilan. Her charges are as follows…”

Rafi tuned out the battery of offenses, captivated by the proud tilt of Lona’s chin. His gaze moved from the top of Lona’s head down to her bare feet. She looked pale—way too thin and exhausted—but not capable of the things she was accused of, Rafi was sure of it.

It couldn’t be easy to stand before everyone who would decide your fate.

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Happy New Year!

2012-01-02T10:30:00.000-06:00

May 2012 be everything you

want it to be and more!

I'm excited about the upcoming year and the writing projects I have lined up!

I'm also counting down the days until As You Desire releases with Total E-Bound on January 16th! Join me over on Beyond Romance on Wednesday, I'll be sharing a little teaser from my book!

I'll also be sharing an exclusive sneak peek from As You Desire here later this week!

For now, I leave you with the book trailer I finished over the weekend. Take a minute, check it out and let me know what you think!

The Djinn Brotherhood series continues with Rafi and Lona's story...

Two scarred hearts learn to beat again with the healing power of love and all its magic...

Accused of being a traitor to the Djinn Brotherhood, Lona realizes trying to love the wrong man has cost her everything...maybe even her freedom. Alone and pregnant, she's beginning to believe the terrible pain she's experiencing is punishment for all her wrong choices as she tries to pick up the pieces of her life.

When Rafi finds Lona suffering in agony, he makes a hasty decision and takes her home. Ignoring the mutual attraction between them, he agrees when asked to keep Lona in his charge until Rue is tracked down and the High Council can be certain of her innocence.

Rafi knows she's not guilty. He's lived with a lifetime of heartache to recognize something other than guilt is causing Lona's pain. He'll do anything to help her heal and find some peace. Their journey together might also lead to his own salvation...

As You Desire will be available January 16th with Total E-Bound Publishing!

Best of 2011!!

2011-12-30T13:56:00.000-06:00

I'm thrilled to announce Hearts & Diamonds placed on Miz Love's Best of 2011!

Hearts & Diamonds was named Best Contemporary 2011!

I'm thrilled to be included on this list with some other fabulous authors!

To celebrate, I'm going to give away a copy of Hearts & Diamonds to the first person to correctly guess what interrupts Nia and Quin's first steamy kiss!

**Hint** You can find the answer by clicking this link (and reading the excerpt)!

Leave your answer below with your email addy for a chance to win!

I'll announce a winner tomorrow by 7 p.m. CST!!

Here's to 2012!!

~Nichelle

Happy Holidays!!

2011-12-23T19:41:00.000-06:00

I'm extending my warmest wishes to you, however you choose to spend the last days of December! Take five minutes and come see my last post for 2012 over on Hitting the Hot-Spot!

I want to thank YOU...yes, you for reading! I got a little sentimental, but hey...'Tis the season! I'm also spreading good cheer and having a contest for As You Desire, coming January 16th with Total E-Bound!

Love, Peace & Joy,

~Nichelle

12 Days of Blissemas!

2011-12-21T00:00:00.000-06:00

Welcome! It's my turn to say Merry Blissemas!! What better way to do that than with a song? Here's my very special rendition of...

12 Days of Blissemas!

On the 1st day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:

A kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 2nd day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
2 tender hugs

and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 3rd day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
3 inch heels

2 tender hugs
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 4th day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
4 teasing licks

3 inch heels
2 tender hugs
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 5th day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
5 nipple rings

4 teasing licks
3 inch heels
2 nipple rings
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 6th day of Blissemass my lover gave to me:
6 inches and growing

5 nipple rings
4 teasing licks
3 inch heels
2 tender hugs
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 7th day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
7 wands for wielding

6 inches and growing
5 nipple rings
4 teasing licks
3 inch heels
2 tender hugs
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 8th day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
8 minutes a-moaning

7 wands for wielding
6 inches and growing
5 nipple rings
4 teasing licks
3 inch heels
2 tender hugs
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 9th day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
9 sighs with panting

8 minutes a-moaning
7 wands for wielding
6 inches and growing
5 nipple rings
4 teasing licks
3 inch heels
2 tender hugs
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 10th day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
10 thrusts slow stroking

9 sighs with panting
8 minutes a-moaning
7 wands for wielding
6 inches and growing
5 nipple rings
4 teasing licks
3 inch heels
2 tender hugs
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 11th day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
11 minutes more of fucking

10 thrusts slow stroking
9 sighs with panting
8 minutes a-moaning
7 wands for wielding
6 inches and growing
5 nipple rings
4 teasing licks
3 inch heels
2 tender hugs
and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

On the 12th day of Blissemas my lover gave to me:
12 seconds of cumming

11 more pumps of fucking
10 thrusts slow stroking
9 sighs with panting
8 minutes a-moaning
7 wands for wielding
6 inches and growing
5 nipple rings
4 teasing licks
3 inch heels
2 tender hugs

and a kiss on my rosy cheek!

Happy Holidays!! May you enjoy every moment of the season whether it be naughty or nice!

~Nichelle

Don't forget to leave a comment to enter into the Blissemas contest to win a Kindle! Go to http://www.blissemas.co.uk for all the details and marvelous authors participating in this event!

Future Present By Shermaine Williams!

2011-12-20T12:40:00.000-06:00

Blurb: Anna Weston is happy with her life--she loves her job and lives in a lovely home with her wonderful boyfriend, Robert. Although, if there was one little thing that she could change, it would be for him to make the relationship official.

While Robert is engrossed in his work, a proposal doesn't appear to be on the cards so Anna busies herself with Christmas preparations. At least she can ensure that their first Christmas alone together will be a romantic one.

However, she doesn't expect the appearance of Harris in her life. If she's not careful, Robert's handsome and charming colleague could ruin everything.

Caution!

Sexy, Snow-melting Excerpt Below:
Her ankle boots had been ideal for going from the house to the car, but Anna quickly discovered that they couldn’t quite handle the deep, unspoilt layer of snow that blanketed the back garden. However, she persevered despite her trousers becoming heavy with gathering snow.

Focused on a mature tree in the manageable distance, close to a fence of wooden horizontal slats, she was determined to make it there. An encounter with Harris would be delayed by reaching the tree before turning back. Raising her feet high made for an ungainly stride through the snow, but she felt increasingly relaxed as she got further from the house.

The crunch of footsteps behind her stopped her heart for a moment. An ominous cold swept through her that had nothing to do with the weather. Stopping to look over her shoulder, she confirmed her fear before continuing to struggle along her chosen route. Harris continued to follow.

“No welcome party?” he asked after several silent paces.

Yards from the tree, Anna turned and held him with a stare laced with as much scorn as she could muster.

Harris responded with a malevolent grin, remaining as he shook his head gave an exaggerated tut. “I’m disappointed, darling.”

“Don’t call me darling,” she growled, through clenched teeth.

His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly as the muscles in his jaw tightened. “No problem.” He smiled. “Good afternoon, Ms. Weston. How are you?”

His greeting sounded genuine and made her heart pound, pumping a rhythm to her nipples that stiffened beneath her layers despite her surprise that he knew her surname.

She looked past him to see only an expanse of white leading to the redbrick house. “Where’s Jodie?” she demanded, ignoring his question and the treachery of her body.

“We broke up,” he replied bluntly.

Anna watched him closely, suspicion mingling with pity to prevent her offering comfort. She couldn’t shake the thought that it was a lie designed for manipulation. “Sorry to hear that,” she finally affirmed in a level voice.

He shook his head dismissively, a crooked smile curling his lips. “It means I’m free for you whenever you like.”

Taken aback, Anna was silent for a moment, realizing his intention extended beyond making her squirm. “It was a mistake.” Anna turned to continue to the tree, but lost her footing as the endless dense ice like quicksand claimed one of her feet.

Harris caught her hand as she swayed, aiding her balance and sending a river of heat streaming along her arm to flood her body. “A mistake?” He sounded offended, but quickly recovered to add, “Is that why you came so hard?”

Having walked hand in hand the last few steps to the tree, Anna snatched her hand away and used the broad trunk for support. Anna studied the bark, admiring the snowflakes in its grooves as Harris’ words floated around her. Whispered reminders of her powerful climax leaving him with scratches and near deafness in one ear made the simmering pleasure in the pit of her stomach roll down to make her clit throb.

Future Present is available now with Phaze Books!
Buy it HERE!

Shermaine was sweet enough to share her favorite muffin recipe!

Enjoy!

Cinnamon muffins
1 cup/140g wholewheat flour

3 tbsp/42g sugar

½ cup/140ml milk

1 egg

½ tbsp baking powder

Pinch of salt

1 tsp lemon juice

2 tsp ground cinnamon

1/8 cup/30ml soy or sunflower oil

Makes about 8 large muffins

Ideal for those of you - like me - who possess both scant patience and a raging sweet tooth. A lovely variation is to omit the cinnamon and stir in a handful of cranberries for a sweet Christmas treat!

Pre-heat the oven to 400Mix all the dry ingredients together and, in a separate bowl, blend together all the wet ingredients. Gradually add the wet mixture to the dry while continually stirring to create a smooth mixture that is free from lumps.

Pour into a muffin tin (paper cases are so much easier than greasing it), ensuring it is shared as equally as possible.

Pop the tray into the oven and bake for about 20 minutes. Check they are done by sticking in a tooth pick and checking that it comes out clean.

* * * *

Yum!

Thanks for sharing the recipe and the delicious excerpt, Shermaine, happy holidays!!

My December Newsletter Is Out!

2011-12-19T10:31:00.000-06:00

Hear ye, hear ye!

My December newsletter is now available!

Find out all my latest news, contests and much more!

Click this link and join my mailing list today!

If you haven't heard my radio interview with Courtney Breazile, you're missing out!

Come find out more about me, my work and hear me sing my fave Christmas carol! Just click on those purple lips to hear my voice! :)

Have a great week!

~Nichelle

Seduced By The Gingerbread Man!!

2011-12-18T00:00:00.000-06:00

I decided to go naughty with this six taken again from my erotic fairy tale The Gingerbread Tryst!! I'm convinced naughty is so much more fun than nice. ;-)

Warmest wishes to you and yours this holiday season!

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“Please . . . .” Marisa moaned, quivering as he tweaked one rock hard nipple. She knew she should resist this crazy magic, but she couldn’t when her body craved more.

She remained still, staring up at him, captivated by his touch, mesmerized by his beauty.

“I’m going to pound your pussy until you can’t take it anymore,” he whispered in her ear. He picked up a bag of red frosting and began piping the sugary cream around each areola, leaving the puckered nipples bare.

Running his hand down the sides of her hips, he moved his fingers over the lacy material covering her sex.

Wanna read more?

Click here for a decadent sneak peek!

The Gingerbread Tryst is available with Noble Romance, Amazon and other e-retailers!

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Stuff Your Stocking Blog Hop!

2011-12-17T19:16:00.000-06:00

195 Authors Participating!

Two winners will win a copy of As You Wish & The Gingerbread Tryst from me!

Check out some of the fabulous prizes to be won!

~$450+ In Gift Cards to Amazon, B&N, ARe, and Other Publisher Sites
~150+ In Ebooks of all heat levels
~Jewlery, Gift Baskets, Christmas Ornaments, and all kinds of goodies!

Each participating author is holding a contest on their blog with so many prezzies up for grabs, you'll have to see it to believe it!

The contest started Friday, December 16, 2011 and will run until midnight Sunday, December 18, 2011.

Go to http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/ and click on all of the author's names for even more chances to win various prizes!

How can you win my contest?

Simply share your favorite holiday treat below and be sure to leave your email addy!

Happy Holidays!

~Nichelle

Birthday Fun & Blog Talk Radio!!

2011-12-17T11:46:00.000-06:00

Yesterday, I celebrated my birthday!!

I'm still in the partying mood which means there's still for you to win my Birthday Bash grand prize! One extremely lucky winner will get a chance to win three of my books. The winner will get to choose the titles!!

Here's what you need to do in order to be eligible for my Birthday Bash grand prize:

1) Become a blog follower
2) Become a Facebook Fan!
3) Join my monthly newsletter!
4) "Like' my Amazon author page!

This contest is for new readers only! If you're already a blog follower, fan or newsletter recipient (THANK YOU SO MUCH!!), please tell your friends about this contest! Contest participants must email me with your blogger name/Facebook name and any other info proving to have met all four of my items.

This contest will run through December 24th and one lucky winner will be selected on December 25th!!

Now, for another little bit of fun! I was recently interviewed by Courtney Breazile for Total-E-Talk! She asked me some great questions and I hope you'll tune in to hear me answer them!

Plus, you'll get to hear me sing my favorite Christmas carol!

Click here to be taken to the radio interview! Come listen in...you know you want to hear my voice! ;)

Good luck to all my contest participants and Happy Holidays!!

~Nichelle

Christmas Spirits: Tomorrow's Gifts by Lisabet Sarai!

2011-12-13T20:55:00.000-06:00

Blurb: Michael loves his burly, powerful partner Neil, but he's too embarrassed to share his secret fantasies of submission and surrender. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.

Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom, Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with Neil.

Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie with Neil?

Caution!
Sexy, Snow-melting Excerpt Below:

“So, Michael. Have you been a good little boy?” Neil loomed over me, one hand against the wall on either side of my head. “Do you deserve the goodies that Santa’s brought for you?” Leaning forward, he trailed a wet tongue up my neck, from my open collar to just below my earlobe. When I squirmed in response, he flattened his pelvis against the lump growing in my jeans and fastened his mouth on mine. The fake beard got in the way. He ripped it off and resumed kissing me, while his hands slipped around me to cup my ass.

I loved the way Neil kissed with his full body, investing his entire being in the process. I snuggled against his red felt jacket, allowing him to take possession of my mouth. His kisses were deep, wet, full of soul. They made me light-headed. They made me hard. I could taste the beer he had drunk at the party and the peppermint candy cane that we’d shared on the way home, but underneath there was the familiar flavour of Neil, my housemate, friend and lover.

I forced my hand between our bodies and fumbled at his zipper. “Oh, are you being a naughty little boy?” he breathed in my ear. “Santa will have to punish you.”

His words thrilled me. Oh, if only he would make good on his threats! I knew from experience that he was only teasing, though. But maybe tonight would be different. With the holiday high, the post-party buzz, maybe tonight he’d give me what I craved.

I wrenched his fly open and wriggled through the opening in his briefs until I had what I wanted―the silky sensation of his cock-skin under my fingers. My own cock throbbed as I stroked him, marvelling at the contrast between the rock-hard flesh underneath and the satin-smooth layer that enclosed it.

I wanted to sink to my knees and suck him, right there in the hallway. I wanted him to fuck my mouth until I gagged then drown me in his cum. Instead, he extricated my hand from his trousers and squeezed it affectionately. “Let’s go to bed, baby. Let’s get naked.”
I followed him down the corridor to the back of the flat. By the time I reached the bedroom, the Santa costume was a crumpled scarlet heap in one corner. Neil stood by the side of the bed, hands on his hips, his cock jutting proudly from the black tangle at his groin. He was a fearsome sight, a towering six foot four with thighs like tree trunks and arms that could crush you to a pulp. It’s true, there were a few smile lines around his full mouth―he was thirty six, after all―but I thought they gave his face character. He was still the powerful, bear-like guy I’d fallen in love with three years ago.

Before he knew what was happening, I was at his feet. I grabbed his cock and swallowed it whole, burying my nose in the fragrant, curly hair at its root. My balls tightened as I was washed in his scent. He moaned and jerked his hips, ramming the bulb against the back of my throat. My cock surged. When he heard me gag, though, Neil retreated, pulling halfway out of my mouth. I sucked him back in, swirling my tongue around his shaft, trying to make him lose control.

It didn’t work. He pumped in and out of my mouth with measured thrusts, careful not to plunge too deep. I reached between his legs, stroked his balls, brushed my finger across his sphincter, urged the tip inside. Neil groaned and clenched his cheeks together, trapping my hand. But he didn’t let go the way I wanted him to. He didn’t go crazy. He didn’t grab my hair and ram his cock down my throat, the way I’d imagined.

So, did that get you in the mood for the holidays? ;^)

Maybe this cookie recipe will help! I'm not much of a baker, but I sometimes make cookies as holiday gifts for co-workers. This recipe, from The Joy of Cooking by Irma S. Rombauer and Marion Rombauer Becker, is one of my favorites – because it's so easy! I've included some variations that I've tried, in italics.

Quick Oatmeal Cookies

(Makes about three dozen two inch cookies)

Preheat oven to 350 F.

Measure:

½ cup brown sugar, firmly packed

½ cup granulated sugar

You can also substitute 2 teaspoons of maple syrup and cut the granulated sugar to ¼ cup.
Cut the milk to 2 teaspoons in this case.

Cream with:

½ cup butter

Combine and beat in until smooth:

1 egg

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 tablespoon milk

Sift together and add to the above ingredients:

1 cup all purpose flour

½ teaspoon soda

½ teaspoon double-acting baking powder

½ teaspoon salt

When beaten smooth, add:

1 cup uncooked quick rolled oats

1 teaspoon grated orange (or lemon) rind

1 teaspoon cinnamon and ½ teaspoon cloves

¼ cup chopped walnuts

¼ cup raisins

Beat the mixture well. Drop cookies two inches apart on a well greased cookie sheet and bake until light brown. (About ten minutes).

Be sure to leave plenty of space between the cookies. They start out as lumps but flatten as they bake. If you don't leave enough space, they run together into ugly (but still delicious) blobs.

Enjoy!

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Want a copy of Tomorrow's Gifts? Just leave a comment below. I'll randomly draw a winner on Sunday the 18th of December. Don't forget to include your email address so I can find you if you win!

Author Bio: A dozen years ago Lisabet Sarai experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published three single author short story collections and six erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series Coming Together Presents.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai's Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).

Always Christmas In Lincoln by Victoria Blisse!

2011-12-12T09:48:00.000-06:00

Blurb: It isn’t really always Christmas in Lincoln but when Felicity gets her man it feels like it.

Felicity hates Christmas. It reminds her of a traumatic event from her childhood. She thinks the Permanent Christmas shop is tacky, with its windows full of trees and tinsel all year round and would rather it disappeared from her picturesque home town.

When she discovers that Carl, who she lusts over every time she sees him in the tea rooms, is in fact the owner of Ho, Ho, Ho! She’s not quite sure what to think. It takes a sexy meeting in the middle of a fake winter wonderland to make her realise the advantages of Christmas in the middle of summer.

As time passes, Carl and Felicity indulge in more sexy liaisons but as Christmas approaches Felicity doubts whether she is anything more than a sensual distraction for the festive shop owner and when her handsome ex, Sean, sweeps into town on a quest to win her back she finds she has a tough decision to make.

Can Carl and his Christmas cheer win over her hardened heart?

Caution!
Sexy, Snow-melting Excerpt Below:

“Snowing again,” I said then tutted. We turned our back to the wind and headed towards my home.

“Again,” he said, clasping my hand and pulling me close to him. “It doesn’t seem to have stopped lately.”

Our boots crunched through the new layer of white stuff, illuminated by honeyed street lamps and dancing, chasing Christmas lights. Around us, Christmas glowed. Santas, reindeer, season’s greetings and angels, all lit up, adorned lamp posts and house fronts.

“It’s all very pretty,” I commented to break the silence. “Very Christmassy.”

“Yes,” Carl replied. “I love the festive lights—they lift your mind from the cold and the drudgery of winter and make you think of all things good and warm and loving.”

I looked at him and his smile made me feel all things good and warm and loving. I wanted him—I wanted him then and there, despite the inches of snow and the hard-blowing wind. When we reached my doorway, I stopped.

“Here I am,” I said, redundantly. “Thanks for walking me home.”

I lifted myself onto my tiptoes to kiss him. He bent as he kissed me back so that my feet were in contact with the floor again, even if the rest of me soared away with the arousal that coursed through my veins. Snowflakes melted on our cheeks during our deep kiss.

Our lips didn’t stop moving, our arms joined us together, wrapping us in a cocoon of desire where we barely noticed the noise of the wind whipping past. Finally we parted, just to take a quick, shuddering breath. I realised how cold my toes were and gasped.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?”

Who knew such a proposition could be put into such simple words.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Why not?”

The door opened eventually. I don’t know if all the shaking was down to the cold or if some of it related to my nerves at bringing Carl into my home. It was clean, at least—I knew that, as I’d given it a good tidy round last night. My mum told me a girl should never live with chaos around her, as eventually it would seep into her soul. It was one thing I’d actually paid attention to.

We paused in the hall to remove our outer layers. Carl was free of his before I’d even taken off my hat! He came over to help me. Gently, he pulled one glove then the other from my hands. The rest of me was still fully clothed, but just revealing the pink of my fingers seemed so intimate. My heart thumped as he stood close and undid the buttons on my coat.

He slipped his hands under the heavy material at my shoulders and pushed it off. I expected him to help me remove the tight-cinched cuffs from my wrists, but he didn’t. He didn’t give me a chance to free myself, either. My hands hung down uselessly behind my back.

He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me roughly, powerfully, and I felt my knees melt beneath me.

He held me up with the pressure of his body—I needed the support as I felt dizzy and hot and weak. It felt so good. I’d never thought about bondage in any deep way before. I’d played with it—who hasn’t? Silly, fluffy handcuffs for Valentine’s Day or a ripped-off tie minutes after he’s returned home from the office. I’d enjoyed it, but never enough to crave more.

With Carl, I wanted more. I felt safe and yet dangerously turned on. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure, to keep me tied up and at his beck and call.

“I could do anything to you and you’d not be able to stop me.” He smiled wickedly.

“Yes,” I gasped, my eyes wide with aroused fear.

“I could rip off your clothes and fuck you here in your hallway,” he whispered temptingly in my ear as he popped open the delicate little buttons on my red spotted blouse. “I could make you suck me, stuff my cock in your mouth or in your cunt or your arse. I could do anything I wanted to you.”

He eased my breasts from within the black satin that encased them. He tweaked my nipples and all I could do was moan. My arms were pressed between the wall and my back. I could have struggled out of my self-inflicted, fifties-style, binding, but I didn’t want to try.

Always Christmas In Lincoln is available now with Total E-Bound Publishing!
Buy it HERE!!

Author Bio:
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life. If you want to know more about Victoria and her brand of rosy, raunchy romance please check out her website.

Six Sentence Sunday: Caught By The Gingerbread Man!

2011-12-11T00:00:00.000-06:00

Are you feeling festive yet? I hope so. If not, maybe another six lines from The Gingerbread Tryst will help get you in the mood!

Her heart was pounding so hard she didn’t hear how fast he came up behind her. She let out a yelp when he caught her, lifting her up easily into his strong arms. With her head pressed against his smooth chest she could smell his fragrant skin, the tempting scents of cinnamon and ginger teasing her senses.

He placed her on top of the marble countertop, and Marisa shivered as her laceclad bottom connected with the smooth cold surface. She stared up into his dark brown eyes, marveling at what was happening, somehow accepting the present situation as real. She gazed at his handsome face and warm smile, unable to turn away, even when those lips moved toward her as he bent for a kiss.

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(These six lines have been edited for 6SS.)

Blissemas!

2011-12-09T20:12:00.001-06:00

Don't forget to check out the ongoing Blissemas party!

There are lots of great authors giving away fabulous prizes daily and the grand prize winner will walk away with a Kindle!!

Click this link to join the fun and tell a friend!!

Have a great weekend!

~Nichelle

At long last...~The End~

2011-12-06T18:56:00.001-06:00

I'm paying the price right now for staying up to 2:30 in the morning, but I don't care because last night...well, earlier this morning, I finally wrote ~The End~ on my latest contemporary erotic romance!

I'm so excited. I'm far from done with this book, but just writing those two little words feels incredible after working on this story for over six months...six tumultuous months. I actually wondered if I could finish this book. After the summer I've had, I wasn't sure I wanted to, but I love this tale. I wanted to finish it for so many reasons. I'm also thrilled to feature my first full-figured heroine! I'm a curvy girl and I love reading stories about vivacious women who are unabashedly proud of their voluptuous bodies!

You'll love this book...it has the perfect blend of passion and romance! And best of all...I'm one step closer to submitting it! So, share a toast with me...I'm celebrating the fact that these characters finally got their happy ending!

Now, for the first set of edits!

I actually like this part...going back to the beginning, getting wrapped up in letting the story and the characters all over again. I love filling in those little details, adding those final touches that bring the story fully to life. At 40K, this is one of my longer works. I'm thinking it'll round out around 50K by the time I get really finished with it.

Hopefully, I can finish my edits by the end of the year.

I know. The holidays are going to put a serious dent in those plans. That's okay. I'm not gonna rush it. This story

I hope your week is going well!

Don't forget to enter my Birthday Bash contest! You can find all the details on how to win any three of my titles by clicking the cupcake in the upper right hand corner!

xoxo,

~Nichelle

The Best Men Are Made In The Kitchen!

2011-12-04T00:00:00.000-06:00

Well, there are only 20 days left until Christmas! I've already pulled out my favorite recipes and cookie cutters to make my most delicious treats for the season! Sadly, I can't share one of my cookies with you, but I can leave you with six more lines from my naughty fairy tale...The Gingerbread Tryst!

Enjoy...

Breathing heavily, Marisa stared in shock as a figure began to rise from behind the marble island. Her gingerbread man continued growing in height and thickness as she gripped the counter behind her, transfixed by the magical sight.

She couldn’t take her eyes off the flesh and blood man now standing before her. He had sexy brown skin the color of molasses, soft black curls on the crown of his head, warm brown eyes and a full mouth turned up into the teasing smile she had designed.

Marisa watched him walk toward her with slow, unsteady steps at first as he gained his balance.

“Run, run, run as fast as you can; I’m going to catch you . . . I’m your gingerbread man!”

(These six lines have been edited for 6SS.)

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This Week's Hottie Is...

2011-12-02T17:42:00.001-06:00

Robin Thicke!!

OMG!

I fell in love with his voice when I first heard Lost Without You!

I don't do this often, but when I heard that song I went right out and bought Robin's album.

He's got mad vocals...

And he's such a cutie!

Check out his latest track Love After War...I love it!

We all know it's better to make love and not war, but if you end up fighting there's nothing like love after war...

TGIF!!

Have a great weekend!!

December Delights! Prezzies Galore For You!!

2011-12-01T12:31:00.001-06:00

It's the first day of December and I'm so excited! December is my favorite month of the year! Not just because of Christmas or the promise of a New Year, but also because it's my birthday month! I'm thankful for every year I get to share my life with the ones I love...this year most of all.

To celebrate the season and my upcoming birthday, I've got contests to share with you!

First, Blissemas!! Victoria Blisse started Blissemas and this year she's being joined by other talented authors, including me, to make this the event of the year! Don't you dare miss out on the chance to meet and greet these authors and win a Kindle! So, how do you win the grand prize? Simply comment on the Blissemas author of the day for a chance to qualify! My official day is December 21st, but there are authors scheduled every day this month which means there are lots of chances for you to win!

Click here for all of the contest details!

Plus, all month long to celebrate my birthday, you'll also get a chance to win three of my books and you'll get to choose the titles!!

Here's what you need to do in order to be eligible for my Birthday Bash grand prize:

1) Become a blog follower
2) Become a Facebook Fan!
3) Join my monthly newsletter!
4) "Like' my Amazon author page!

This contest is for new readers only! If you're already a blog follower, fan or newsletter recipient (THANK YOU SO MUCH!!), please tell your friends about this contest! Contest participants must email me with your blogger name/Facebook name.

This contest will run through December 24th and one lucky winner will be selected on December 25th!!

Good Luck and Happy Holidays!!

~Nichelle

Are You Ready...

2011-11-28T23:11:00.001-06:00

For the holiday craze?

Thanksgiving is over and now we're barreling forward into December and I can't believe it! The tree is up, lights have been hung and I am already mixing in Christmas songs with my music. I love the magic of this season!

I think that's why three of my stories are based around the holidays. What's better mixing in those magical holiday elements in a sexy, romantic...erotic tale? I've got three tales that blend all of these components beautifully, like, The Gingerbread Tryst which was inspired by my love of baking and the classic fairy tale.

My husband always wants me to make these fragrant cookies and I always pretend I'm not going to do it, but I always do. Anyways, when the idea for this story popped into my mind, I couldn't write it fast enough! I knew it would be a hot and unique twist to the original story...totally fun!

The storyline for Hearts & Diamonds is centered around Christmas too. The snowy backdrop of the city only heightens the sizzling chemistry between my heroine and hero. Once again, baking cookies leads to another sexy scene in this book.

Hmm...can you tell I have a thing for cookies? :)

Doll takes place right before New Years...nope, there isn't a cookie scene in this novella, but don't worry it's smokin' hot without the baked goods!

So, tell me, do you look forward to this time of year? Do you have a favorite cookie recipe that you must make every year?

I want to know!

Hope you have a great week,

~Nichelle

Monday, Monday...

2011-11-21T10:53:00.001-06:00

The countdown to Thanksgiving is on! I'm away from home, enjoying time with my family and I hope you are doing the same!

I am all mixed up on my days, though, I'm chalking it up to jet lag. I apologize for not getting my Six Sentence Sunday post up yesterday. I look forward to sharing more from the The Gingerbread Tryst next Sunday!

Don't forget to check out the parties going on over at The Romance Studio and The Romance Reviews site! There are lots of prizes to be one from lots of fabulous authors!

Enjoy your day!

~Nichelle

This Week's Hottie Is...

2011-11-15T23:41:00.001-06:00

Ryan Reynolds!!

His role as Hannibal King in Blade Trinty made me a fan...

and the muscles he sported in that film...
OMG!!

Talented actor...Undeniable Hottie!!

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Jan Irving!

2011-11-13T21:42:00.001-06:00

NG: I’m thrilled to have Jan Irving on Simply Sexy Stories today! Hi, Jan!

JI: Hi there, really nice to be here.

NG: What are you reading right now?

JI: I’m reading two books right now. I’m listening to an audio of Nora Roberts’ Morrigan’s Cross and working on a challenging knit scarf—for knitters, it’s the Linen stitch scarf. And I’m reading Robin Owens’ Heart Journey.

NG: Care to share some of your favorite authors?

JI: I have so many! I have been reading a lot of Nora Roberts lately, J.R. Ward, Robin Owens and Linda Howard occasionally. I like reading series stories, so I usually pick one and read all the books in order. I’ve also recently read some J.C. Owens and Kim Dare. I’m writing a book called The Viking in My Bed right now where the hero is a huge historical romance reader, so I’ve been having fun dropping the names of his favorite authors.

NG: Summer's gone and autumn is here! Which would you rather do? Tumble in the leaves with your sweetie or snuggle by the fire as the snow falls?

JI: I’m more of a snuggler. I have to make myself go out when it’s wet and cold, which is winter here. Not much snow, just very rainy. But I am busy with ceramics or yoga classes so I’m lucky if I have snuggling time.

NG: The holidays are right around the corner...what do you look forward to the most during this time?

JI: I like doing my place to reflect whatever season it is so I’m slowly moving into holiday decorating. Peacock colors and sparkle. It’ll be nice to entertain, good wine and food.

NG: Sounds lovely! I enjoy decorating for the season too! Okay, let's talk about your writing. What genre(s) do you write and why?

JI: I write pretty much all genres. I like challenging myself so there isn’t much I haven’t done so far. Next year I might try Steam punk because I’ve never done that.

NG: What draws you to erotic romantic novels?

JI: I have always primarily read romance and I enjoy slipping into worlds that will touch me, move me and ultimately be uplifting.

NG: Is there any particular word or thing in erotic romance novels that you dislike as a reader?

JI: Occasionally an affection of an author will make it hard to read. I remember this with a certain comedic story I would like to have enjoyed but the story was treated like one joke after another and it got tedious for me.

NG: Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?

JI: I would like to do more with plotting and I intend to. Some of my stories are quite complex. The problem is that I usually am just dying to dive in and start writing.

NG: Has your writing process changed since your first book was published?

JI: I’ve learned a few things such as rewriting and how word count is built. I never thought much of that previously. Now I know what is possible with a story.

NG: What are you working on now?

JI: I’m close to finishing an m/m romance called The Viking in my Bed. It’s about a college boy who wakes up crushed under a sexy Viking warrior. It’s a fun and sexy romp.

NG: The premise sounds very intriguing! Tell me about your latest release!

JI: I actually have two stories out on the same day. A multicultural m/f BDSM story called His Landlady in the Subspace collection and The Wizard’s Boy, a sexy m/m.

NG: Congrats on them both! Share a little about The Wizard’s Boy.

JI: The Wizard’s Boy is a twist on power dynamics—my powerful young wizard works for the man he loves, who is a sophisticated submissive. He has one night to prove that he can be the master his older lover needs.

NG: Ooo...love the concept! What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

JI: I wanted to see how this younger man was going to win the submission and respect of an older man. It was a sexy scenario.

NG: What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?

JI: I think at the heart of all my books is tenderness.

NG: Aww...I love that! Give me three reasons readers will love The Wizard’s Boy.

JI: Magic as a sex toy. Scorching and unusual BDSM. Two men who yearn for each other.

NG: Whew! The Wizard's Boy sounds very hot! Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories!

Blurb: Sand has no idea when he offers a scared and lost Daniel a home that he has invited a powerful wizard under his roof—until Daniel puts a few stray holes through that roof with bolts of fiery lightning. But Daniel works to master his gifts so he can use them to claim Sand, the man he’s fallen for, pleasuring him with magic.

Sand is looking for a hot night with two dominant lovers when he stumbles on Daniel, a scared kid clinging to his dog, lost on the streets. Sand offers Daniel a home. At first Daniel fries the wiring and sears holes through the roof, echoing the young mage’s pain, but slowly he begins to feel safe and not so alone thanks to Sand’s quiet understanding.

Years later Daniel works for Sand part time at his sensual night club Shifting Sand but he is a surly employee, hating Sand’s many partners. After waiting to claim the beautiful submissive for so long, Daniel tricks Sand into being his. He uses his power to bring Sand willingly to his knees and show the man he’s loved from a distance that Daniel might be young but he’s Sand’s perfect master.

Caution! Scorching Excerpt Below:
“Here,” a voice growled from behind Sand as a fresh drink was slammed on Sand’s table, shattering the pleasant spell.

“Ah, Daniel,” Sand said.

The young man’s hot brown eyes contrasted with his silky, pale-blond hair. His skin held a trace of beard shadow but was otherwise smooth and tanned. Unlike the other servers in the club, Daniel was not wearing a loin cloth but jeans and a blue T-shirt splattered with paint. He liked working with his hands and spent his days in a woodworking studio, creating beautiful tables and chairs, chests and bed frames. He occasionally helped out in the club, possibly because he felt he owed Sand. Sand couldn’t be absolutely sure on that one—sharing wasn’t something taciturn Daniel did.

“Trust you to add to the ambience.”

“Fuck ambience,” Daniel said, tilting his empty drink tray against one hip. He was slender but wiry, still built like a starved wolf though he now towered over Sand. “And fuck you.” He worked for Sand but wasn’t subservient, especially lately.

Sand’s pulse pounded in his throat. “Nice,” he said lightly, knowing he’d get under Daniel’s skin. Sand loved to do that, taunt Daniel, ignoring the voice inside that said maybe that wasn’t wise. Daniel was growing stronger by the day, a powerful mage who wiped tables and gave everyone who hit on him a get lost look from heavy-lidded eyes.

Except his boss, Sand. Daniel’s eyes were hot and possessive whenever he looked at Sand, who could feel it even as he kept the younger man at a careful arm’s length.

“You want nice, hire someone else,” Daniel muttered. He hopped into the booth next to Sand, dropping the tray and rag. He took a sip of Sand’s whisky, his moist lips ruby red under the light of a leather lamp shade from Morocco that graced the table.

Sand imagined those lips around his cock, tormenting him with unbelievable skill while ordering Sand not to come. He cleared his throat. “You aren’t off for another two minutes, ace,” he said, keeping up their game and the pretence there was nothing more between them than employer and employee.

“I never really get off and do you want to know why?” Daniel asked.

“I have no idea, dear boy.”

“I’m not your boy.”

Shit. Daniel’s gaze was like a touch, threatening as well as offering Sand the domination he craved. His so-called employee seemed even more bad-tempered tonight than usual but Sand had been doing a lot of men lately and he knew Daniel didn’t like it. He knew that Daniel wanted him under his hands in the stingy single bed where he slept in an apartment over the club.

“I’m celibate because I’m waiting for you.”

Sand swallowed around a dry throat, fighting to keep his expression impassive. What was it about Daniel that had got to him, right from the beginning? “Well, that puts it on the table.” He edged out of his seat, body running hot. He needed to find some man, reasonably attractive, human or vampire, and get on his knees and suck him off. The way he was feeling, he’d shoot from just the act of giving release to another man.

Daniel snagged Sand’s hand. “I didn’t say you could leave,” Daniel said.

Sand caught his breath at the feel of raw power shimmering around the young man like an electrical field. “Control,” he warned softly as the lights in the club flickered. “There are humans here with no idea of who we really are.”

Daniel’s jaw bunched. “Kiss me. Kiss my lips and I’ll put a cap on the power I’m putting out.”

“Blackmail.”

“Whatever.” The weary thread in Daniel’s voice touched Sand. He sounded as if he had slept badly the night before. Sand should know since he hadn’t slept, either.

He had to be crazy, he had to be wrong, but his blood and bones told him that Daniel was the man Sand had searched for over the long years, the man he needed to bond with to finally be complete. “All right, I’ll give you your kiss.”

Daniel’s pupils expanded, almost as if he were a werewolf, a predator, instead of a young wizard and one of the rulers of their supernatural world.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Daniel nuzzled Sand’s neck.

When had he got so close? His breath was warm whisky against Sand’s skin. Without even thinking of it, Sand obeyed, even though he was usually careful about what others saw, to whom he submitted. His powerful clientele had to respect him so he could maintain order.

“Perfect. You’re so perfect like this. I’ve wanted this for so long.” Daniel rewarded him by running a hand over Sand’s crotch, touching him through his clothing.

Failing to resist temptation, Sand trembled and pushed himself deeper into the caress. “This is a bad idea,” he whispered. “It’ll just hurt more when we stop.”

“How can it hurt any more than it does now?” Daniel said. “I don’t care about the fucking rules. I don’t care if a wizard is forbidden to mate with anyone but another wizard. I’ve wanted you for ages.” He squeezed more firmly.

It hurt, but hurt so good. Sand let his head fall back. He couldn’t stop himself from surrender now that he’d allowed Daniel to finally touch him.

“Do you want to get off?” Daniel licked Sand’s neck.

Sand shivered. He wanted to demand that Daniel bite, break the skin. “What do you think?” Sand grumbled. His hands ached from the force he needed to keep his hands clasped behind his back, instead of reaching out to touch Daniel. But Sand would sit and let Daniel do whatever he wanted while excitement played around them like hot, rising sparks.

Eyes intent on Sand’s face, Daniel removed his hand.

“No!” Sand couldn’t stop himself from begging. “Please…”

“I know what you want.” Daniel offered his wrist to Sand’s mouth. “One taste and you’ll know who your master is.”

Sand moaned as he licked the skin, felt the bump of blue veins under his tongue. With heat beating through him, he couldn’t stop, even knowing this was how a mage rewarded his pet. A wizard’s blood was said to be powerful, the ultimate aphrodisiac. Despite his long life, Sand had never dared to taste it.

“Break the skin, taste me,” Daniel said.

The Wizard's Boy is available now with Total E-Bound Publishing!

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Author Bio: Jan Irving has worked in all kinds of creative fields, from painting silk to making porcelain ceramics, to interior design, but writing was always her passion.

She feels you can’t fully understand characters until you follow their journey through a story world. Many kinds of worlds interest her, fantasy, historical, science fiction and suspense—but all have one thing in common, people finding a way to live together—in the most emotional and erotic fashion possible, of course!

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Six Sentence Sunday- A Very Special Recipe...

2011-11-13T08:00:00.000-06:00

Mmmm...It's that time of year again when diets go to hell and baked goods rein supreme! This six is from my very naughty, very adult fairy tale, The Gingerbread Tryst! Enjoy...it's calorie free!

Set-Up: Marisa turns to magic to help her husband's libido the old fashioned way...with her cooking!

She stared at the fragrant brown dough in front of her again, taking in a deep breath.

What was she waiting for?

The spell couldn’t possibly work.

Exhaling, she quickly spoke the words of the wish spell before she could change her mind.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Marisa was just about to turn away when she noticed a twitch...

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One Of Those Weeks...

2011-11-10T19:54:00.001-06:00

I'm having one of those weeks when I can't seem to muster up enough creative energy to actually write the blogging topics floating around in my head along with characters yelling at me in frustration to finish the damn book I'm working on and get to their story.

That's what I'm trying to do. Finish this book that has been lingering in the WIP stage far longer than I'd like. I want to finish this book, so I can move on creatively in my head. I love this book, but it will always remind me of the moment in time my heart shattered in a kazillion pieces.

I can't believe it's already been three months since I've lost my mom. The days just go by and you have to just get up and go with it or lose yourself in sadness. Some days, I willingly choose to do the latter. I'm cutting myself some slack...lots of it, but it feels weird not to write and then it feels weird to write. I thought about putting this story away, but that's not my style. I must finish whatever I start and plus, I'm so so close to the end.

I'll will finish this book. I'm giving myself to the end of November to write 'The End.' I always work better with self-imposed deadlines.

I can't believe how fast time is flying! Are the holidays really right around the corner again??

The trees are shedding their leaves faster than the wind can carry them. I just saw the first snow flurries of the season this morning! Eeek!

Tomorrow is Friday, Veteran's Day here in the US and I'd like to take a moment and salute all of our veterans.

Your service to our country is immeasurable and very much appreciated!

I hope your week is winding down easy for you...

~Nichelle

This Week's Hottie Is...

2011-11-08T10:37:00.002-06:00

Jamie Foxx!

He's mad talented...

Acting...

Singing...

and

He's got the laughs!

Jamie Foxx has got charisma and style...

so sexxxy!

Six Sentence Sunday- The Truth Will Get You Naked!

2011-11-06T07:29:00.000-06:00

Welcome to Simply Sexy Stories! This week's six comes again from Abrielle's Fool, my sexy free read available with Total E-Bound!

Set-Up: Abrielle has admitted that the inappropriate text Lance saw was indeed about him. He now admits a truth to her as well...

"I've wanted to do this from the moment you started working here."

His fingers worked at the buttons on her pink blouse and Abrielle was impressed he needed no help to get the silk off which left only her black cami and bra.

"You've thought about touching me?" She raised her arms as he lifted the cami up over her head.

"Often."

"Where?" Abrielle asked as she splayed her hands on his bare chest and rubbed her palms against his nipples.

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Cover Revealed for As You Desire!!

2011-11-04T08:00:00.000-05:00

Woot! I'm so excited to share the cover for As You Desire, the sequel to As You Wish! As You Desire will be available on January 16th with Total E-Bound! Look for an exclusive sneak peek soon!

Now, without further ado...the cover:

There exists within our world a brotherhood of Djinns...genies bound by magic, bound by honour to fulfil the desires of their masters. Enter their realm with caution! Danger lurks between dimensions, fiery passions ignite without control and wishes are granted for those brave enough to ask...

The Djinn Brotherhood series continues with Rafi and Lona's story...

Two scarred hearts learn to beat again with the healing power of love and all its magic...

Six Sentence Sunday- Inappropriate Text Leads To Hot Sex!

2011-10-30T00:07:00.000-05:00

Welcome to Simply Sexy Stories! This week's six comes from Abrielle's Fool, my sexy free read available with Total E-Bound!

"You saw the text message."

"It popped up on your screen, kinda hard to miss."

A moment of silence passed between them. Lance's hard gaze raked over her and Abrielle felt her already racing heart beat a little faster. For a second, she was certain she saw a glint in his eyes that hinted more towards male interest than annoyance, but she couldn't be sure. "How do you even know that text was in reference to you?"

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Counting Down To Halloween!

2011-10-29T13:08:00.003-05:00

Just a two days away from Halloween!

I'm readying my costume and stashing candy by the door!

Don't forget to check out TRS's Spookapoolza going on through Halloween night!

There are a ton of authors sharing excerpts and offering prizes!

Click the pick to join the party and enjoy your weekend!

~Nichelle

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Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy With Jamie Samms!

2011-10-26T21:09:00.000-05:00

NG: *wild cackle*Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa! Today, I'm featuring Jaime Samms! Welcome, Jaime! What do you enjoy the most about Halloween?

J.S.: Making costumes for my kids, hands down. I’m a creative type, and I love making stuff! Creating cosumes for them, and with them, now that they’re older, is so much fun.

NG: Your kids most love it too! Quick! You're about to be attacked by a horde of zombies...do you think you could survive?

J.S.: Fuck no! I’m a whimp. I really am. Maybe if my kids were there, I’d find it in me, but otherwise? I have to admit, I’d be in big trouble.

NG: lol...me too, Jamie, me too! Okay, you've become a witch for the night...what spell would you cast?

J.S.: Is it too mundane to say I’d pull a Micky Mouse and enchant my vacuum cleaner and duster? I live with the dream that some day, my house will be clean and presentable. *sings* “I dreamed a dream…”

NG: An enchanted vacuum cleaner and duster would be wonderful! So, what's your favorite Halloween candy? Least favorite and why?

J.S.: OMG, least is easy. Those gawdaweful Halloween caramels (can you call them that?) in the orange and black wrappers. They are sooo bad! Candy corn runs a close second. Even my kids won’t eat it! My favorite is probably rockets. Or the caramel apples my great aunt used to make for us, drizzled with chocolate…mmmm…..

NG: Sounds delish! Let's talk about Ghosts & Lovers! Give me three reasons your tale will trick-n-treat your readers.

J.S.: Well, first and foremost, it’s a rare story about a hero who isn’t physically perfect. He has a degenerative eye disease and is almost blind. Second, it involves one of my personal favorite tropes: friends to lovers. To me, there’s something special about a friend willing to take the risk of showing he wants so much more out of the relationship. And third, it’s full of ghosts, and sometimes, it can be tough to figure out if a ghost is good or not-so-good. Tim has a lot of deciphering to do in order to figure out which spirits mean him harm, and which ones just want to be close…

NG: Oooo...sounds very intriguing! Jamie, thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories!

J.S.: Thanks for having me! It’s been fun answering your questions and sharing with your readers.

If they want to connect with me on twitter: JaimeSamms is my…um…what do call that? Twit-name? lol! I’m also on FB and Goodreads. Feel free to friend me! You can also check out my personal (though sometimes very lonely and neglected) blog at LiveJournal. My lj name is dontkickmycane.

Blurb: Timmy has lost one family member after another, and now he’s losing his eyesight, as well. It’s no wonder he holds tight to the ghostly lover who always seems to meet him in the park in dead of night when he’s tired of being alone.

Lately, though, Tim’s been hearing other, less friendly voices out of the dark, and his long-time friend and neighbor, Mark, is worried. When he tries to intervene and suggest Tim start acting more like the blind man he is, Tim refuses his help only to find he can’t hang onto his ghosts without paying a very personal price.

When his ghost lover finally says good bye, Tim finds he maybe should have listened to Mark after all, only now, it might be too late.

Prepare Yourself For A Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy Excerpt Below:

Tim leaned away, reached up to find an arm and moved his hand up to the shoulder, not
quite daring to go further. "I heard you. You took tomatoes from the neighbor's garden and
you slept on our porch with the cat." He gripped the flannel shirt under his fingers and leaned
closer, lowered his voice. "You took my father's shirt, and you sometimes climb up into the
tree outside my window." His voice was barely a whisper now and Gordon's nearness sent a
shiver through him. "I bet you watch me sleep."

There was a snicker, and Gordon jerked Tim's hand free of the fabric, crushed it in a tight
fist.

Tim grimaced, but didn't utter any sound.

"I watch you do a lot of things, Tim‐tim."

"Why do you watch?" Tim asked, trying not to let the pain into his voice. He felt his way
through the thick air, the threat, his own uncertainty, to find lips. "When you could do it with
me?" he whispered against those lips.

Gordon drove him to the ground under his weight. "What do you want me to do with
you, Tim‐tim?"

Tim didn't mind the reassuring weight holding him down. It was warm when they did
this, and almost felt like what they did together mattered. He ran a hand over the smooth,
cool skin of his companion's cheek, sliding his thumb along the side of his nose and over his
lips. He raised his other hand to the man's forehead and slipped his fingers over the lines of
worry there, down his face, gently over his eyes, exploring with his hands what the darkness
hid. "Kiss me."

"Kiss you?" The body above him rose a little, and Tim clung to a handful of flannel and
tiny buttons.

"I always wanted to, when you used to come at night and peer in the windows. I wanted
to sneak out and talk to you, meet you. But I never did."

"Why?"

"You stopped coming."

"No. Why did you want to meet me?" There was a hint of wonder in the question, and
Tim relaxed his grip to reach up and read the emotion with his fingers, in the slack set of the
man's jaw, his lax lips. He touched Gordon's bottom lip with his thumb and smiled.

"Because you could have snuck into anyone's porch, peeked in anyone's window. You
kept coming back to mine. Maybe I wanted to know why."

Gordon kissed his thumb and leaned close again, kissing along Tim's jaw to his chin,
pausing just before their lips met. "Because you left your curtains open." His hand snuck
under Tim's t‐shirt. "All that pale flesh on display. You did that on purpose."

"Maybe." Tim squirmed to get the hand where he wanted it, in full contact with his
chilled side. As Gordon's hand roved over his stomach and chest, he closed his eyes, and the
image of his partner's face came back to him. Long black hair and narrow features, dark eyes,
a sharp nose and thin, almost pointed chin. Most of all, he remembered the lust, shining from
his eyes and accenting his smooth, hairless features. He saw again the fine lips curved in a
satisfied smile as he watched. Tim's hips lifted, creating friction that met with movement
against him and made him moan. He turned his head, searching for lips and tongue. He found
them, as eager for contact as he was.

Gordon thrust a hand inside his jeans, and they both squirmed for contact, Tim shivering
as cold fingers wrapped around his hardness. He ground up into Gordon's grip, jerking his
hips against Gordon's erection, and moaning into his mouth.

Memories washed through Tim, of spreading himself, naked on his bed and waiting for
the telltale shimmer of moonlight on glossy leaves as Gordon climbed the tree outside his
window to watch him. The excitement of knowing he was under scrutiny always made it
better for Tim. Even when the view out his window began to blur as his eyes lost their focus,
just knowing there was someone there turned it into something other than a solitary, lonely
activity. The sensation of eyes on him became addictive, made it easier to forget for a little
while all the other things that weren't right in his life.

"Tim‐tim." Gordon's voice in his ear brought him back to the present. "Come for me, Timtim.
Like you used to, moaning, with your head thrown back, your throat exposed." His mouth
travelled down to cover Tim's throat with possessive, hungry lips. He licked at Tim's Adam's
apple, sucking the skin between his teeth, then travelled back up, close to his ear. "Come in
my hand, Tim‐tim."

Even as he spoke, his own hips moved, faster, harder, against Tim's body, crushing his
buttocks against the cold ground. Gordon's fist clenched hard around Tim as he came,
groaning into Tim's neck and jerking spasmodically against him.

"Don't stop," Tim gasped, hammered his hips up into Gordon, moving his cock inside the
tight grip, clamping his teeth around a harsh shout as he finished and sagged. They lay, for a
while, Gordon's lips roving over Tim's face and throat, and Tim's hands traveling up and
down, swarming over Gordon's body while the flush of orgasm cooled.

When they finally parted, and sat up, once again side by side, the smell of Gordon's coat,
his sweat and their sex mingled, filling Tim with a sad longing. Gordon had drifted out of his
life a long time ago. He sighed and stood.

"One of these days, Tim‐tim," Gordon said through a cloud of cigarette stench, his voice
immediately level with Tim. "One of these days, someone else will find you instead of me."

"Nah." Tim stood, snugged his jeans back in place around his hips, and oriented himself
back the way he'd come. "You'll always find me first. Or I'll find you."

"How do you know?"

Tim glanced back over his shoulder. He couldn't be sure exactly where Gordon was, but
he felt the other's presence somewhere behind him. "You hum."

"I what?" Gordon removed the jacket from Tim's shoulders. "I hum?"

"Yeah." Tim put a hand on Gordon's chest and felt the deceptive solidity through the soft
material. "I can hear it. The less I see, the better I hear you. It's like…" he smiled and let his
hand fall. "I don't know what it's like, but I like it."

"I knew I should have left a long time ago," Gordon muttered, but Tim heard the teasing
under the words. More seriously, he asked, "Does anyone else hum?"

"No." Tim shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Sis yells. It's all she ever
did, even before she was a ghost. I don't get along so well with her as with you."

"We never used to get along, when—"

"When you were alive?"

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Creepy Yet Sexy!

2011-10-26T11:52:00.000-05:00

Halloween is only a few days away and I'm just excited as my kids! What's not to love about dressing up and pretending to be someone or something else for a few hours? It's the one night many people who wouldn't dream of role-playing any other time don a costume to have some fun.

Are you still trying to figure out what to wear for Halloween? There's still time to cook up something fabulous, but first you've gotta decide whether you're going to go be cute, sexy or just plain creepy! For Halloween, it's more fun to me to combine all three!

If I had unlimited resources and a make-up artist, I definitely pick one of creatures depicted in some of my favorite flicks who manage to pull off the creepy/sexy balance just boo-tifully like these ladies:

Gozer from the GhostBusters...

Or, the Borg Queen...

and Dren from Splice...

These females are scare-tastic and sexy in a weird, freakish kinda way and I love it! Do you have a favorite character who manages to pull off the creepy/sexy thing with ease?

I can't wait to dress up with my husband this year! We're going as a monster couple...can you guess which one? I'll give you two clues...my monster partner likes to say: "Errrrrrrrrrr! Errrrrrrrrrrr!" and I'd be the poster child for plastic surgery gone too far. So, who are we going as??

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Coming up on Simply Sexy Stories: Jamie Samms joins me with a Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy excerpt to trick-n-treat you! Don't miss it!

~Nichelle

Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy with Marie Sexton!

2011-10-23T22:09:00.000-05:00

NG: *wild cackle*Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa! Today, I'm featuring Marie Sexton! Welcome, Marie! What do you enjoy the most about Halloween?

MS: That’s a tough one. I love fall in general. I love the leaves on the ground, and the haunted houses, and the jack-o-lanterns, and the pumpkin patches. That’s probably it, actually. Going to the pumpkin patch. Here’s one of my favorite photos of my daughter and I at our favorite patch (this one is from a couple of years ago).

NG: Aww...that's one beaut of a pumpkin! Look out, you're about to be attacked by a horde of zombies...do you think you could survive?
MS: Absolutely. In the event of a zombie apocalypse, I intend to throw Fred Phelps and the rest of the Westboro hate-mongers at the zombies as fodder. Then I’ll run like hell.

NG: Ha ha! You've become a witch for the night...what spell would you cast?

MS: The Magic Spell of Everlasting Writerly Motivation and Inspiration.

NG: Oooo...now, that's the spell to have for sure! What is your favorite Halloween candy? Least favorite and why?

MS: Rather than answering that, I’m going to run off on a tangent. I think it’s really unfortunate that we’ve let Halloween urban legends steer us away from homemade treats. The (false) media hype has taught us that only store-bought, factory-produced, individually-wrapped candy is “safe”. It makes me sad. I know my neighbors. I trust my neighbors. I’d rather have a good old-fashioned Rice Krispie Treat than any store-bought candy.

[Snopes link, if anybody is interested: http://www.snopes.com/horrors/poison/halloween.asp]

NG: Mmm...I love Rice Krispie Treats! Give me three reasons your tale will trick-n-treat your readers.

MS: 1. Trick: Song of Oestend is my first non-contemporary. Many readers have said they started reading it without reading the blurb, and found themselves rather confused.

2. Treat: People who have read my contemporaries know that my stories aren’t known for having lots of sex. I make my boys work hard for their big payoff. That being said, Song of Oestend is the exception to the rule. Aren is the most unapologetically sexual character I’ve ever written. Add that to Deacon’s absolute need for release, and things get hot early. And often. Definitely a steamy treat. ;-)

3. Opposites Attract + Friends to Lovers = Trick and Treat? Plus, it’s a tiny bit spooky.

NG: Song of Oestend sound fabulous, Marie! Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories!

Blurb: Symbols have power...
Aren Montrell has heard tales of the Oestend wraiths - mysterious creatures which come in the night and kill anyone who’s not indoors. Aren’s never had reason to believe the stories, but when he takes a job as a bookkeeper on the BarChi, a dusty cattle ranch on the remote Oestend prairie, he soon learns that the wraiths are real. Aren suddenly finds himself living in a supposedly haunted house and depending on wards and generators to protect him from unseen things in the night. As if that’s not enough, he has to deal with a crotchety old blind woman, face “cows” that look like nothing he’s ever seen before, and try to ignore the fact that he’s apparently the most eligible bachelor around.

Aren also finds himself the one and only confidante of Deacon, the BarChi’s burly foreman. Deacon runs the BarChi with an iron fist and is obviously relieved to finally have somebody he can talk to. As their relationship grows, Aren learns there’s more to Deacon and the BarChi than he’d anticipated. Deacon seems determined to deny both his Oestend heritage and any claim he may have to the BarChi ranch, but if Aren is to survive the perils of Oestend, he’ll have to convince Deacon to stop running from the past and finally claim everything that’s his.

Prepare yourself for a Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy excerpt below:
Aren had been planning nothing more than a quick tryst, but as he sat on a bale of hay waiting for Deacon to arrive, his plan began to evolve. For those brief moments at the table, Deacon had felt like putty in his hands. He’d seen a hint of submission in Deacon’s eyes, and it thrilled him. He found himself wanting desperately to explore how far that submission went.

“I’m glad you waited,” Deacon said when he finally entered the stall, “but I only have a few minutes.”

“That’s fine.” Aren contemplated Deacon’s strong, muscular frame and the bulge that was already forming in the cowboy’s pants. He knew Deacon only owned three or four pairs of pants, and about as many shirts. The ones he wore now were his nicest ones, kept aside for dinner with the family. “You’re not wearing those to work, right?” Aren asked.

“No.”

“Good.” Aren stood up and closed the door to their stall. They still wouldn’t have total privacy—the walls only came up to Aren’s shoulder—but it somehow served to underline the point that they were finally alone. He turned to find Deacon watching him. His expression was exactly as it had been at the dinner table—hopeful, aroused, and completely submissive. “Take off your pants,” Aren said.

Deacon smiled at him. “Have to take my boots off first.” But he didn’t argue. He pulled his boots off, tossing them into the corner. Then he slowly took his pants off. He didn’t toss those on the floor. He folded them and placed them on a hay bale before turning back to Aren. His shirt hung down past his hips, although the front of it was caught on his rather impressive erection.

Aren stepped up close to him and began to unbutton his shirt. “We don’t have enough time to do this right,” he said as he worked his way down the front of Deacon’s shirt. “But I’m not letting you hide from me anymore.”

“I wasn’t the one hiding.” Of course that was true. Aren hadn’t thought of it as hiding, but he could see now that was exactly how it had looked.

“I was trying to give you space if you wanted it.”

“Seemed like you didn’t want to see me.”

“I woke up in the morning and you were gone. I figured that was your way of telling me you didn’t want it to happen again.”

“No,” Deacon said, looking amused. “That was my way of telling you I had chores to do before breakfast.”

“You’re forgiven,” Aren said, even though it hadn’t actually been an apology, and he was pleased when Deacon laughed. Aren undid the bottom button and pushed the shirt backwards off Deacon’s shoulders.

“You have to undo the cufflinks,” Deacon said.

Aren smiled and shook his head. “Not this time.” He pulled the shirt down Deacon’s arms, and just as he’d planned, the sleeves turned inside out, but stopped before Deacon’s big hands escaped from the cuffs. Aren moved behind him. He pulled Deacon’s hands together and used the fabric of the shirt to bind Deacon’s hands behind his back. It wouldn’t be enough to hold him if he really wanted to get free, but Aren was pretty sure Deacon didn’t want to escape anyway.

He walked back in front of Deacon, tracing his fingers down the scar that started at Deacon’s collarbone and trailed towards his navel. Deacon’s eyes were closed, his breathing heavy, his cock hard and tipped with a bead of moisture.

“You don’t get to come right now,” Aren said. He leant forwards to tease one of Deacon’s nipples, flicking his tongue over the bud of flesh. “You’re going to have to wait.”

“Then what are you doing here?” Deacon asked.

Aren reached down to cup Deacon’s heavy sac in his hand, squeezing gently, and Deacon moaned. “I want you to be thinking about me all day.”

“That won’t be anything new.”

Aren smiled, undeniably pleased by the confession. He slid his fingers backwards, towards Deacon’s taint, but his access was blocked by Deacon’s muscular thighs. “Spread your legs for me.”

Deacon did, widening his stance so that Aren’s hand slid easily between his legs, and Aren felt that same bolt of excitement lance down his spine. Deacon’s ready compliance made him breathless. He massaged the thick cord of flesh between Deacon’s legs. “Has anybody ever done this for you?”

“No,” Deacon breathed.

“Wait until you feel my tongue on it,” he said, and Deacon moaned.

Aren pulled his hand from between Deacon’s legs. He slowly moved around Deacon’s muscular, trembling body, trailing his hand over Deacon’s hip as he did. “You don’t get to jack off today,” he said. “I want you feeling desperate all day.”

“I’m feeling desperate now.”

Aren smacked his flank playfully, and noted the groan it elicited from Deacon. “You don’t know what desperate is,” Aren teased. Deacon’s bound hands and the bulk of his shirt hid most of his ass, and Aren crossed slowly behind Deacon until he stood at his other side. His right hand rested on Deacon’s firm ass. His left hand fingered his erect nipple. “I want you squirming in your saddle all day.” He pinched one of Deacon’s nipples, and the cowboy’s gasp of pleasure made him moan.

He slid his right hand down Deacon’s ass, his fingers probing between his cheeks. He pushed gently when he found what he sought, and he felt Deacon’s muscles tighten instinctively. “I won’t hurt you,” Aren whispered as he nipped at Deacon’s shoulder with his teeth. He slid his left hand down Deacon’s stomach, skirting his erect penis, and rubbed his fingers back again onto Deacon’s taint. “You’ll learn to love this,” he whispered as he started to move both hands at the same time. He didn’t try to gain entrance with the fingers of his right hand. He only rubbed gently, moving in tandem with the fingers between Deacon’s legs. “I’ll teach you how to relax,” he said as he massaged Deacon. “You won’t believe how good it can feel.”

Deacon made a sound, something close to a whimper. “Please,” he said.

“‘Please’ what?” Aren teased, his fingers still moving together on Deacon’s body.

“Please,” Deacon said again. “Let me touch you. Or kiss you. Or…something!”

His desperation made Aren smile. Aren took a step back, taking both of his hands off Deacon’s body, and Deacon moaned in frustration.

“Not yet.”

Song of Oestend is available now with Total E-Bound Publishing!

Buy it HERE!!

Marie Sexton lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Her imaginary friends often tag along. Marie has one daughter, two cats, and one dog, all of whom seem bent on destroying what remains of her sanity. She loves them anyway.

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Jamie Samms joins me for another Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy trick-n-treat edition here on Simply Sexy Stories on October 27th!!

This Week's Hottie Is...

2011-10-22T20:47:00.001-05:00

Karl Urban!!!

Whether he plays a sci-fi hunk...

a bad ass...

or a soldier...

Karl Urban is...

simply GORGEOUS!!

Ladies, I know you'll agree!

Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy with Victoria Blisse!

2011-10-19T20:57:00.001-05:00

NG: *wild cackle*Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa! Today, I'm featuring Victoria Blisse! Welcome, Victoria! What do you enjoy the most about Halloween?

VB: Well, honestly I’m not a big Halloween fan. I’m British so we’re only just really getting to grips with the whole idea and I am a complete wimp. I don’t deal well with horror. I do like the post-halloween sales though, lots of lovely sweeties on sale, huzzah!

NG: You're about to be attacked by a horde of zombies...do you think you could survive?

VB: Well I am intelligent but I am not very fast. I think if I can hold them off with some kind of makeshift weapon I might survive. If I've got some pals with me we’ll be fine I’m sure. I wouldn’t make a good zombie, my skin is really pale as it is!

NG: You've become a witch for the night...what spell would you cast?

VB:World peace, that’s always the right answer, right? Either that or a spell to make sure there’s always chocolate in the house when I need it, that’d be good.

NG: LOL! What is your favorite Halloween candy? Least favorite and why?

VB: Again, I’m British and we’re coming late to this whole thing. I don’t think there really are any specific sweets brought out here for Halloween. It’s close to Bonfire night (the bigger British holiday) and I love a chocolate apple at that time of year. It is literally an apple dipped in chocolate and topped with sprinkles. Yummy.

NG: Mmm...delicious and Bonfire night sounds like a good time too! Give me three reasons your tale will trick-n-treat your readers.

VB: Stopping Point contains hot vampires!

The main female character is kind of evil but you’ll find yourself loving her by the end.

Josh is a vampire, but he doesn’t know it. It’s a treat to read how he works it out!

NG: Stopping Point sounds like a howling good time! Victoria, thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories!

Blurb: Book two in the Point Vamp Series
Josh is a vampire he just doesn't quite know it yet.

He is confused and his voluptuous sire, Cara is far too busy being mysterious to really help him unlock the secrets of his Afterlife. However, he pieces it together by himself and decides to turn his best mates into Vampires too. This doesn't quite go to plan but he does discover The Point and its unique, ten-second rule.

Cara does not approve of Josh visiting The Point but that night she turns up at his door bloodied and much more dead than usual, and accepts Josh's help to escape from her much older and much crazier Sire Leopold. How is Josh going to defeat an older, wiser and more powerful vampire? He hasn't a clue but for Cara he is willing to find out.
Prepare yourself for a Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy excerpt below:
“Fuck, bitch, get away from me. You’re evil.”

“Yes, dear, I am, but so are you.” She leant forward and kissed him.

Instantly he felt an electric buzz as her cold lips moulded with his. Her hands travelled around his neck and he found himself pulling her closer. His arms wrapped around her waist. There was an uncontrollable urge to be with this woman, to hold her, to kiss her, to fuck her. It was sick. She’d just called herself his mum, but he couldn’t resist.

“You’re experiencing the call of your blood, darling. It is mine in you and your body recognises it. It’s sexy, isn’t it? Your cock is hard and straining. Mm, this is as good as they said it would be.”

Before he could ask her anything, she was on her knees before him. She undid his pants in one, superhumanly fast action and had his cock in her mouth before he could open his to protest. She was good. Her lips caressed him sensuously as she slid his member deep into her mouth. With each thrust she took more, until her lips were banging off his pelvis as she swallowed him.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned. He could feel his orgasm building and it seemed to gravitate towards her, as if it was something special about her and not just her blow job technique that was turning him on.

“Enough of that,” she growled and pulled him down to the ground next to her.

He yelped, an un-manly sound and probably not too vampiric either. She just laughed again and pushed him back into the soggy autumnal leaves before straddling him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his cock slid into her wet cunt. He felt alive. His whole body was tingling with pleasure as if he’d come already, but he knew he hadn’t.

“Yes, baby, yes, this is it. This is what I needed, what I wanted,” she groaned as she pushed up and down on his cock. “Fuck me.”

Stopping Point is available now with Total E-Bound!
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Curious about Victoria Blisse?

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Website/blog: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk

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Marie Sexton joins me for another Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy trick-n-treat edition here on Simply Sexy Stories on October 24th!!