Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Tasty Tuesday with Kate Davies

Welcome to Tasty Tuesday. Author Kate Davies is back with us again, this time to share an excerpt from her latest release, Most Likely to Succeed, and to give us a very sexy, tasty recipe. Take it away Kate!

Blow jobs, we know men love them and many of us women love giving them. Make them even tastier with the following recipe.

Blow Job

One part Bailey's
One part Kahlua
One part Peppermint Schnapps
Top with whipped cream

Serve in a shot glass. Drink without using your hands.

Available at Carina Press

Book one in The Girls Most Likely to…

Ten years after being voted Most Likely to Succeed, Kelsey Moore is still living in her hometown, still working in her family's flower shop, and too embarrassed to attend her high school reunion. Only the chance to reconnect with her study buddy—and secret crush—Nathan Barrow tempts her to go.

Nathan isn't sure why he came back for the reunion after spending the past decade working abroad. But when he runs into his former lab partner, Kelsey, he's sure glad he did. The chemistry between them is as potent as ever, and when she offers him a weekend of wild, no-strings-attached sex, Nathan knows he'd be a fool to say no.

Nathan can't be tied to one place for long. But the more time they spend together—in and out of bed—the more Kelsey wonders if their reunion could become something more permanent. That is, if Nathan is still interested when he finds out she's been less than honest with him about her life since graduation…


Oh my God. Kelsey resisted the urge to slide under the table. Could Tess have been any more obvious? She might as well have handed them some condoms and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.
Not that she couldn’t come up with some ways to put them to good use. But still.
She glanced around the bar. Amazingly, the crowd had gotten even bigger over the past couple of hours, squeezing into the tiny space like clowns in a circus car.
Somehow, she’d missed that over the course of their conversation. It was like they’d been in their own little world, a bubble that shut out everything around them. But now the spell was broken, and the noise and heat and sardinelike atmosphere had come rushing in.
“I don’t even know who seventy-five percent of these people are,” Nathan was saying.
“It’s crazy, isn’t it? I can barely hear myself think,” she shouted back.
“So why don’t we go back to my hotel room?”
That got her attention. Her head snapped toward him so fast she wondered if she was going to give herself whiplash. “Your hotel room?”
He leaned down close to her ear so he could be heard over the noise of the bar. “See, I’m a firm believer in turnabout being fair play. And since you’ve already seen me naked, it’s only fair that you return the favor. Don’t you think?”
“Excuse me?” God, even to her own ears she sounded prim and proper and repressed. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
He tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear. “Just checking to see if you were paying attention.” A wicked smile curved the corners of his mouth.
When had Nathan Barrow turned into such a tease? Back in high school she’d been attracted to his drive and determination and fierce intelligence and, yeah, his teenage good looks. But toss in a dose of sexual innuendo, along with a smoking-hot, grown-up body, and she was a goner.
He was what she wanted. This was what she wanted. Leaning closer, she murmured just loud enough for him to hear, “I always pay off my debts.”

Want to know more about Kate and her novels? Visit her at the following sites:

www.kate-davies.com (under construction)

Friday, March 22, 2013

Fiery Friday with Kate Davies

Welcome to another Fiery Friday. Today's guest is author Kate Davies. Kate sat down with me to answer a few questions and tell me about her latest novel, Most Likely to Succeed.

Hi Kate and welcome to Fiery Friday!

We’ll start by letting the readers get to know you. So tell us about yourself.

Hi! Thanks for having me. My name is Kate Davies, and I write sexy contemporary romance. I have a new series coming out starting on Monday, called The Girls Most Likely To. All three novellas are set at a ten year high school reunion.

I would love to say that my life is filled with excitement and intrigue, but in reality, I spend most of my time trying to get all the family schedules to match up. It's a red-letter day when I can manage to get everyone where they need to be on time and with all their sports equipment in hand.

Now for the questions:

What do you feel is critical to developing a novel that will glue the reader’s ebook device in their hands until the last page?
      I think having characters you can relate to is vital to that can't-put-it-down reading experience. You can have the most exciting, angsty, remarkable plot ever, but if you don't care about the characters, it won't matter what happens next.

      Women relate to women and, more often than not, we’re left shaking our heads at men. As a woman, how do you write your male characters in their point of view and make them the hot alpha heroes us romance readers fall in love with?
      I love men who think, talk, and act like men. Does that mean they're all interchangeably macho and domineering? Hell, no. I write alpha heroes, beta heroes, and everything in between. But I also listen to guys, talk to guys, really try to make my heroes behave like guys would. But they're also guys who listen to the heroine, put her first, and always want the best for her.

      Why romance? Do you believe it exists in the real world?
Oh, I absolutely believe in real-life romance. I think it's messy and awkward and hard work sometimes, but it's also supportive, passionate, and real. And I write romance because I believe in the happy ending that's also a hopeful beginning.

What is your idea of the perfect hero? Heroine?
I don't know if there's any single perfect hero or heroine. I believe there's a hero or heroine who is perfect for that other person, and it's in finding that person who meshes with you despite the flaws and foibles of being human that makes a relationship work. There are some qualities that I find heroic, though - listening, following through, admitting wrongdoing and setting things right.

If you had access to a time machine, what year would you travel to and why?
Ooh, good question! I'm not picky about the specific year - just send me back to some point before the Globe Theater burned down so I can see an original Shakespeare production!

If you could have dinner with any three people in the world, who would they be and why?
If we're talking about currently-alive people, I'd choose Eric Sheffer Stevens, my favorite actor, as the first. I've gotten the opportunity to interview him over the phone before, and I'd love to talk with him in person. Fascinating conversationalist. Second would be Suzanne Brockmann. I'd love to talk dialogue and characterization with her. And if I really truly had to hold it down to three, the final choice would be Jon Stewart, because I think he's hilarious, and would keep the conversation going if it started to flag.

Who is you favorite character that you’ve created and why?
Man, this is like asking who my favorite child is! Hmm...I guess I'd have to go with Tess, the heroine of Life of the Party. She's just so unaware of her own self-worth, and she's absolutely worth so much! (It could also be due to the fact that I'm working on revisions for that story right now and she's freshest in my mind, LOL)

You wake up one morning and realize you’re suddenly a kid again, but you remember everything about being an adult. What advice would you give yourself?
Don't take life so seriously. Go out and play some more. And eat your vegetables.

Did you have a predetermined plan when you began your writing career and, if so, has that plan changed since your books have been released?
Oh, I was going to be a famous fantasy writer. That's worked out well, don't you think? :) Actually, since switching to the romance genre, I haven't been too caught up in plans. I just want to write books I love, and share them with readers who enjoy them.

Aspiring authors are always eager to hear advice. What would you say to them?
Write, write, write! And then revise, revise, revise. Not every word that you put to paper is brilliant and profound. But every word IS a step to building the writing "muscle" needed to be in this career for the long haul. A gymnast doesn't perform a perfect 10 floor routine the first time on the mat. He or she practices long and hard to get to that place. Writing is the same way. Practice is key.

Available at Carina Press

Book one in The Girls Most Likely to…

Ten years after being voted Most Likely to Succeed, Kelsey Moore is still living in her hometown, still working in her family's flower shop, and too embarrassed to attend her high school reunion. Only the chance to reconnect with her study buddy—and secret crush—Nathan Barrow tempts her to go.

Nathan isn't sure why he came back for the reunion after spending the past decade working abroad. But when he runs into his former lab partner, Kelsey, he's sure glad he did. The chemistry between them is as potent as ever, and when she offers him a weekend of wild, no-strings-attached sex, Nathan knows he'd be a fool to say no.

Nathan can't be tied to one place for long. But the more time they spend together—in and out of bed—the more Kelsey wonders if their reunion could become something more permanent. That is, if Nathan is still interested when he finds out she's been less than honest with him about her life since graduation…

Want to know more about Kate and her novels? Visit her at the following sites:

www.kate-davies.com (under construction)

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Tasty Tuesday with M.J. Kane

Welcome to another Tasty Tuesday! Today's guest is author M.J. Kane. Take it away M.J.!

A Heart Not Easily Broken - A First Kiss to Remember

One of the most anticipated scenes in a romance novel is the first kiss. A well written first kiss is a window into the characters relationship…and the prelude to how hot the sext will be. For me, writing engaging dialogue was a piece of cake, a steamy love scene a challenge, and describing the first kiss breathtaking!  

When I write, my goal is to tell a love story readers hadn’t read before. So when it came to writing the first kiss, I quite naturally chose to visit it from the hero Brian Young’s POV. 

This scene picks after Ebony and Brian have taken a tumble on the boardwalk while rollerblading. Enjoy!


A dog ran by chasing a Frisbee. The dog’s sudden appearance surprised Ebony who instantly moved her feet. Our skates tangled. Everything moved in slow motion as I started to fall, allowing me to live up to my promise to protect her body.
“Oh, no, Brian, are you okay?”
I lay on my back, closed my eyes, and took a moment to evaluate the situation. I could still feel my toes and fingers. My head was okay, thanks to the helmet.
My butt on the other hand was a problem.
An unexpected weight rested on my chest. I opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight: Ebony on top of me, staring into my eyes. Strange, I hadn’t noticed the light flecks of gold in her brown irises. Her lips were inches away from mine. My first thought was to feign unconsciousness so she’d perform CPR.
“I’m sorry!” She fiddled with the straps of my helmet while I groaned. “That dog ran by…oh, man. Where does it hurt?”
She sat up, straddled me, felt the back of my head, and then ran her fingers over my chest. Since her hand came away free of blood, I assumed I wouldn’t die today. She shifted her weight and ran her hands down my legs. The pain was worth having her hands on me. The feeling ignited my body. It wouldn’t be long before the growing bulge in my pants became visible.
“Why don’t they make butt pads?” I struggled to sit up. “I’m okay.”
Ebony aided me in the movement, genuine worry in her eyes. In the end, we were sitting facing each other.
“Are you sure nothing’s broken?”
“Yeah.” I massaged my neck and rolled my shoulders. I would pay for this in the morning.
Ebony removed her helmet. Her hair was a mess, but it looked good. She reached to release the curly locks from the ponytail holder, allowing them to settle on her shoulders.
Once our eyes met, she bit her lip. Her eyebrows shot up as she stifled a laugh. I smirked, which caused her laughter to burst out and me to join in. We looked like idiots.
Ebony wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. She was beautiful. Unable to resist, I ran my fingers through the free strands of her hair. She didn’t pull away. I indulged, brushing my fingers along her cheek, and tucked the hair behind her ear.
It felt like silk. As my fingers grazed her cheek again, her laughter slowed. Her eyes focused on me with just a hint of a question. Her lips parted, sending what I hoped was a silent invitation.
I was aware of the people veering around us as they rushed by. The sound of the ocean, laughter, and dogs barking were no longer the focus of my attention though. Nothing else mattered. No longer thinking, I did what came naturally. My finger rested beneath her jaw as I leaned in to kiss her.
I pressed my lips lightly against hers, inviting her to return the kiss, silently praying for permission for more. Her body tensed beneath my fingertips, so I stopped my lips from taking what they wanted. But, it was too late; I’d crossed the line.
After a day spent talking, laughing, and getting to know each other, it all came down to this kiss. Ebony didn’t pull away, so I kissed her again.
I was about to give up hope and deal with the consequences when her lips came to life.
For a moment, I thought I imagined it. But then she did it again. The warm slide as her lips pressed harder against mine.
I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth wider, slipping the tip of my tongue in and tasted…strawberries. Her hand came up and slid into the hair at the nape of my neck. If it were up to me, the kiss would never end. But this was neither the time nor place to explore the softness of her lips.

Ebony is a smart, sexy, career-oriented black woman who wants nothing more than a summer fling with a man who challenges her mind and body. What she doesn’t expect is a blond haired, blue-eyed bass player—who won’t take “no” for an answer—to accept the challenge. 
When Ebony’s attempt at a brief fling turns into more, despite negative reactions from friends and family, she finds juggling love, family, and career are nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal she endures. Now her dreams spiral into lies and secrets that threaten her future and her best friend’s trust. 

Look for the second book in THE BUTTERFLY MEMOIRS Series, JADED, which will be available March 22nd through 5 Prince Publishing!

A devastating breakup leaves Yasmine Phillips in shambles. Unable to trust another man with her heart, she focuses on the one thing she can control—starting her own business. 
When her computer crashes, taking months of hard work with it, she must rely on computer genius Zachariah Givens to save her. A complete opposite of men from her past, she doesn't expect the passion that ensues. But just as she finds happiness, she learns the truth about the other women in Zachariah's life. 


M.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this stay at home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination free.  Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for men caring a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.

No longer a television addict, if M.J. isn’t reading a book by one of her favorite authors, she’s battling with her creative muse to balance writing and being a wife and mother. She resides in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her high school sweetheart, four wonderful children, and two pit bulls. MJ can often be found hanging out at the local library where she is director of a local writer’s group, or online connecting with readers and other authors. Other activities she enjoys include: creating custom floral arrangements, assisting her children in their creative pursuits of music and art, and supporting her husband’s music production business, 3D Sounds.

MJ’s debut novel, A Heart Not Easily Broken, Book one of the Butterfly Memoirs, became an instant Amazon Bestseller in Multicultural Romance and African-American Literature and Fiction within hours of publication. It has also spent time on the African-American Women’s Fiction and African-American Romance Bestsellers lists.

You can find MJ on social networking sites, sharing writing tips, talking about music, life, and family. She’s always excited to meet new people. Connect with her via the websites below. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Tasty Tuesday with Lynn Tyler

Welcome to another Tasty Tuesday. Today's guest is Siren author Lynn Tyler. Lynn has a super yummy chocolate chip cookie recipe to share with us and an even tastier excerpt from her latest release, Their Rebel Mate, the 2nd book in her Helen Universe series. Take it away, Lynn!

Thanks, Tonya! I love cookies and these are my absolute favorite! Don’t be afraid of the amount of chocolate chips. Trust me, the dough to chocolate ratio is perfect. The difference in this recipe is the extra egg yolk. It adds a silkiness that is to die for.

Best Chocolate Chip Cookies

·         2 Cups all-purpose flour
·         ½ teaspoon baking soda
·         ½ teaspoon salt
·         ¾ cup unsalted butter, melted
·         1 cup brown sugar
·         ½ cup white sugar
·         1 tablespoon vanilla
·         1 egg
·         1 egg yolk
·         2 cups semisweet chocolate chips


1.      Preheat oven to 325 degrees F. Grease your cookie sheets.
2.      Sift together flour, baking soda and salt; set aside.
3.      Cream melted butter, the sugars until well blended. Beat in the vanilla, egg and egg yolk until light and creamy.
4.      Mix in sifted ingredients until blended.
5.      Stir in chocolate chips.
6.      Drop cookie dough by ¼ cup onto prepared sheets.
7.      Bake 15 – 17 minutes.
8.      Cool for a few minutes on the sheet and then transfer to a wire rack to cool.
9.      Enjoy with a huge glass of milk.

These make huge cookies, and you can scale down the size a little. For an extra little treat, add some cinnamon to taste during the sifting. Yum!

Available Thursday, March 7th at Siren-BookStrand.

Chief of Communications Kerek and his mate, Ambassador Thantos are tasked with educating humans on Helan culture. It's not an easy job considering there is a movement dedicated to making sure that no female mates with Helan males.

Kim McManus is determined to  keep as many human women from being forced to mate the Helan males as possible. So what if the Helans have made mating with them voluntary? The Helans history of telling half truths makes them suspicious in her books. Suspicious enough that she hijacks a television signal to plead her case.

When she's given a chance to stay on the Helan star ship for a month to learn about their culture, she grabs it with both hands. But what happens when she ends up bonded with Thantos and Kerek, two of the very males she's been campaigning so hard against?


She tried counting sheep. Fail. She tried picturing a serene lake. Fail. She tried some deep breathing relaxation exercises. Epic fail.
In fact, the only thing she could see behind her closed lids was a whole lot of golden skin, tangled limbs, and hard cocks.
What would it be like to be in bed with so much masculinity? Her back arched at the sudden thought, and a rush of moisture gathered to coat the folds of her pussy.
Her clit throbbed, practically begging for attention, and the sounds of pleasure, getting increasingly louder and more frequent, were not helping. Flopping back on the mattress, she slid her hand down her belly until the very tips of her fingers rested just above her mound.
Did she dare?
“Kerek!” Thantos cried out for his lover, and Kim threw caution to the wind.
Fuck it. It wasn’t not like they were going to hear her own soft gasps through the noise Thantos was making. As if it had a mind of its own, Kim’s hand slipped the rest of the way down, and her index finger brushed over her straining clit.
A groan worked its way up her throat, and she applied even more pressure to the swollen little nub. Dear god, nothing had ever felt so good before. Not even her favorite purple vibrator on its highest setting gave her half as much pleasure as her single finger.
Was it something in the water? Okay, cancel that. She hadn’t had any water to drink. Something in the food then?
Whatever. All that really mattered was getting off right now.
Her pleasure ratcheted up higher, and she sped up the movements of her finger, stroking her clit in small, concentric circles in her effort to relieve some of the pressure that was building up inside her.
She groaned again, partly from pleasure and partly from frustration. None of the usual tricks were working, and her heart was racing faster than normal. Was it possible that her heart could beat fast enough to pound right out of her chest? God, she hoped her rib cage was strong enough to contain her heart because she was pretty sure her heart was about to explode.
“What the devil is going on here?” Kerek roared, breaking her out of the trance she had been in.
She jerked her hand back and blushed to the roots of her hair. “What are you doing out here?” she asked, pushing herself up and out of the bed so fast, she almost toppled over.
Kerek’s chest was pumping as he breathed, his huge cock pulsing rhythmically. “What have you done to Thantos?” he shouted, advancing on her with rage in his eyes.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she shouted right back.
Now that the bedroom door was open, Kim could hear Thantos’s desperate whimpers. “What are you doing to him?” she demanded, storming over to the door and peeking around Kerek’s massive body.
The sight that met her eyes took her breath away.
Thantos’s wrists were trapped by some sort of cuffs, which were attached to a ring in the wall. His head was tossing on the pillow, his long red hair spread out dramatically on the crisp white sheets.
Her eyes travelled farther down Thantos’s body, taking in the nipple clamps that seemed to be vibrating, and the black plug his spread, bent legs displayed.
His dick was leaking steadily, and if the pool of fluid collecting on his lower belly was any indication, it had been for some time now.
The expression on Thantos’s face was far from serene. He looked tormented. “Help him,” she said, rushing over to him.
“What the fuck do you think I’ve been trying to do?” Kerek bellowed. “I’ve been trying to relieve some of his need, but he can’t orgasm. Why is that?”
She would have shrugged, but Thantos’s earlier words came back to her. Helan mates are highly sexual and feel the need to orgasm several times a day. Bonded mates can’t find satisfaction without their mate. “He needs you to come before he can, right?”
Kerek blew out a sigh that sounded like pure frustration. “Yes, but the kicker is I need him to come as well. Bonded mates tend to have simultaneous orgasms.”
She failed to understand the problem. Kerek was hard as a rock, and the head of his dick was shiny with his own pre-cum. He looked like a single firm stroke could send him flying. “So just let go and come. He’ll follow you right over.”
“Shit, you just aren’t getting it.” Kerek ran both of his hands through his hair. At least he didn’t seem quite so enraged. “I saw what you were doing. You looked just as unsuccessful at finding your release as well. Somehow, I think you and Thantos have started to bond.”
No, that couldn’t be right. Except when she thought about it, she had realized that there was absolutely nothing she could have done to force her orgasm. Even now, despite her confrontation with Kerek and her confusion over what was going on, she was still as aroused as ever. More, even.
Crap. “What are we going to do about this?”
Thantos cried out, his cock jerking wildly, and he hitched his hips. The wave of pleasure rocketing through her, completely in time with Thantos’s distress, robbed her of any ability to think. It was so strong, she had to grab on to something solid to keep herself upright.
Her palms met skin, and she briefly understood that she was clinging Kerek’s arm before another wave of pleasure threatened to wash her away.
The need was too much, and it was so far past eager anticipation that she was very nearly in pain. Poor Thantos looked like he was about to die if he didn’t find his release soon.
A third wave of need buffeted against her, and she was vaguely aware that Kerek’s knees buckled under the onslaught. “You are going to join us and give Thantos the relief he needs.”
She was barely on her feet, relying completely on Kerek to keep her upright, and he was barely able to support himself, let alone her. A tiny part of her brain, way in the very back, screamed at her that if she went along with this, there would be no going back. Something massive was about to go down, something that was about to change her life forever.

Want to know more about Lynn and her books? Find her at the following places:
Twitter @LynnTylerBooks

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Going Under gets 5 Stars!

Available at Siren-BookStrand

5 Stars: There is only one thing hotter than reading about some sweet MM lovin…reading about super sweet MMM lovin!  It is so erotic reading about strong, sexy and confident bad-asses who can’t keep their hands off of each other!  Going Under, the 9th book in the outstanding Heroes of Silver Springs series, is the culmination of tons of flirting and foreplay between Adrien, Thaddeus and Cameron that has been going on in previous installments.  I would definitely recommend reading a few books in this series before giving this one a go.  One of my favorite parts of the series is that Ms. Ramagos adds in depth secondary story lines featuring other characters, and this one stars the bold EMT Terri Vega and a man who just may be her perfect mate, Dr. Owen Banks.  Terri in particular is featured prominently in Going Under as Thaddeus’ best friend and confidant.  All of the characters are wonderfully written, and the sexual heat and chemistry between the men is simply off the charts!  Even their relationships with their professional colleagues are realistic and charismatic.  Ms. Ramagos is a talented author with her ability to combine combustible sex and intrigue into an excellent read that will please fans of any erotic romance genre. Reviewed by Sillia Beaumont - Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Chelsea's Rescue is now at Amazon!

Chelsea Landon’s running scared. When a detour through the hometown she abandoned ends in an accident, she finds safety with EMT twins Braden and Micah Chandler. But, to be in their arms, she must succumb to dark desires she’s barely aware of before proving to them she’s the submissive they crave.

Braden has loved Chelsea forever. When she crashes back into his life, sticking around isn’t the only thing he will demand. He expects full submission in exchange for the erotic pleasures he will give her. But her past and the demons chasing her won’t make that easy to get.

Micah’s feelings for Chelsea are as strong as Braden’s. So are his desires. But sometimes love hurts rather than heals. They are too dominant for her. Still, they will protect her at all costs. When trouble follows, the vixen is unleashed, and resistance starts to slip, it might be them in need of rescue.


Chelsea moaned, her breath hitching as something satiny soft and blissfully warm swiped lightly over her clit. The sensation tingled down as the same something glided between her pussy lips with a mirroring featherlike caress before delving inside her channel. Her hips bucked, her eyes flying open as the object probed deep, slithered along the walls of her cunt, and drew back.
“Good morning.”
Braden’s lazy drawl drifted to her on a gentle breeze of mounting sensuality. She lifted her head off the pillow to find her legs draped over his broad shoulders. His hands were beneath her, gripping her ass, and a devilish grin spread his lips glistening with the moisture of her pussy.
She blinked at him, mortification slamming into her as every ounce of sleepiness morphed into lucid reality. “What are you doing?”
“Having breakfast.”
“Having—” She started to repeat his answer inanely but broke off when she attempted to move her arms and realized she couldn’t. She turned her head and saw he had bound her wrists with the leather straps attached to his headboard. Identical straps were fastened to her ankles at the ends of what appeared to be leather ropes that provided more slack than the wrist restraints. Slack Braden had tightened by placing her legs on his shoulders and lifting her ass into the air.
“You tied me down.” Sheer shock dissipated the mortification as she gaped at him, wide-eyed. “I didn’t get out of this bed when you threatened me the other day and I’m here this morning just like you told me to be and, yet, you did it anyway.”
“Yep.” His simple response had her temper boiling. “That way you couldn’t try to stop us from looking our fill at the body we’re intent on claiming. Nor did I want you keeping me from my breakfast. It’s been a long twenty-four hours, darlin’. I’m starving.”
He dipped his head, burying his face in her pussy again, and stole her breath right along with any words she might have said to that. The coarseness of his stubbled jaw grated lightly against her sensitive flesh as he drove his questing tongue into her opening and straight through her sanity.
Chelsea let her head fall back, closing her eyes as electricity sparked, exploded, and sizzled through her head. She closed her eyes as it rained down her body in a dazzling display of colorful pleasure that tore through her system. A whimper escaped her, morphing into a cry of sheer pain-laced pleasure as he pulled his tongue back, rolled one side of her labia between his lips, and nipped. The darkly erotic sensation leapt from her pussy to her breast as a quick dart of pained ecstasy shot through her nipple.
“Open your eyes, Sea.” Micah’s tone was husky and thick with his own arousal. “Keep them open. I want see what you’re feeling while he’s eating your cunt.”
Chelsea forced her eyes open and found Micah on his knees beside her on the bed. Braden and his actions between her legs had commanded so much of her attention she hadn’t realized Micah had crawled up beside her. She hadn’t felt him bend down to draw her nipple into his mouth until he latched onto the bud with his teeth and sent her senses screaming. Christ, how could she not have realized he was there?
“Help me.” The strangled plea rolled from her lips as raking fingers of fiery bliss continued to manipulate her essence. Braden’s tongue plunged inside her channel once more, settling into a rapid rhythm of fucking that drove her straight up orgasmic mountain.
Micah’s hands were on her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples to achingly solid points. “What do you want, Sea? Do you want us to stop?”
“No.” She said the word without a thought, her head lolling from side to side on its own accord as sexual confusion and stupendous awareness mixed a crazy concoction in her bloodstream.
“Then how can I help you, my love?”
Chelsea started to say she didn’t know. Dear God, she had been eaten out before, but it had never felt like this. Braden held her steady, imprisoned her lower body with his hands more effectively even than the bindings on her ankles, and dominated her very soul. His hand on her ass gripped tighter, spreading her cheeks as he slipped one finger of his other hand between them. The callused pad of the digit grazed over her anus, and she froze, no longer straining against her bindings, no longer thrashing from the intense pleasures that were driving her out of her mind.
Fear sliced from her ass to her head, the blazing heat inside her clashing with icy shards that threatened to shatter her even as needs darker and seedier than she had ever known mounted in her body.
“Braden!” Even as his name gushed from her throat, Micah’s attention to her breasts sent her senses whirling anew. His thumbs and fingers twisted her nipples in pressured squeezes that had her back coming off the mattress beneath her despite the bindings on her wrists holding her arms securely straight above her head. Lightning surges of painful pleasure bolted from her breasts to her pussy to her ass, only to retrace the path over and over again.
“What is it you want, Chelsea?” Micah’s tone held a tenderness his fingers did not as he worked her nipples and molded his wide hands to her breasts.”
“I. Don’t. Know.” Her struggle to breathe made each word a sentence of its own. “Too much. Don’t. Know. What. To. Do.”
“Enjoy it, love,” he said so compassionately it brought tears to her eyes. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself go. Let us take care of you.”

Friday, March 1, 2013

It's another Fiery Friday and today's special guest is author Rose Anderson. Rose took the liberty of interviewing one of her characters from Loving Leonardo.

Take it away, Rose! :)

Thanks, Tonya. I’ve recently completed book two in my unusual Victorian bisexual polyamorous romance – Loving Leonardo. Needless to say, I’ve been in a Victorian frame of mind lately.

I’ve mentioned here and there around the web that this tale came right out of the American headlines last summer. The news was filled with women’s issues and negative talk of “progressives”. I’d heard the term women’s issues combined with progressive before as though the concept of women making their own decisions was unthinkable. That was the point to the Suffragettes 100 years ago! Here it was 2012 and women’s rights were being decided by panels of men. Before I knew it, I had a very American, very unorthodox, Victorian progressive heroine named Ellie and she was as annoyed about the politics of her times as I was about the politics of mine.

What’s more, whom you love, and who you wanted to commit your love to, were hot issues as if love itself was a social condition and not a deeply personal thing. Loving Leonardo as a whole is one of those color outside the lines stories for me. I’d never written a ménage before and I didn’t set out to write one with this story. I set out to make a mini social statement by writing an intelligent romance between two loving men. I suppose if I was a highly organized person instead of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer, I could have held to that original idea. But like any good story that takes on a life of its own, it soon told me where it wanted to go. Ok. I like to stretch my abilities as a writer and I especially love challenges.

Available at Amazon

Here’s the blurb:
Bound by limits dictated by society, Art Historian Nicolas Halstead lived a guarded life until a tempest in the form of Elenora Schwaab blew into his world. At first Nicolas can’t decide if the audacious American is simply mad or plotting blackmail for not only does she declare knowledge of his homosexuality, she offers him a marriage proposal. After Ellie tells him of a previously unknown work of Leonardo da Vinci, a book of erotic love poems and sketches dedicated to the artist’s long-time lover Salai, Nicolas joins her in a race to save the book from destruction. Along the way they encounter Historian Luca Franco and discover a comfortable compatibility that comes to redefine their long-held notions of love. The trio embarks on an adventure of sensual discovery, intrigue, and danger.  Little do they know Leonardo da Vinci’s book is far more than meets the eye.

The story continues in Loving Leonardo - The Quest. I’ve enjoyed these characters so much, they may very well return for other adventures.

I’d done several character interviews in the last two years. Believe me, it’s an odd thing to converse with characters born from your imagination, it’s even stranger to interview them yourself and not have to think too long before you answer! So I recently had an encounter with Nicolas where I sat him down and asked some questions. I wondered what Luca might say. I no sooner had the thought when he appeared at the table. Luca Franco was exactly how Nicolas described him. Of course he would be. I’d seen him myself roughly forty years ago. I never knew his name, but he was much older than I and worked in my neighborhood deli. I grew up in a blended Greek and Italian neighborhood in Chicago. Like a duckling, I do believe I imprinted on dark and handsome Mediterranean men. When I wrote Luca, I saw him in my mind's eye because he was real. I recall he had very little English, but OMG was he beautiful with those snow-shadow eyes against his warm-hued skin. I think cold cuts sales tripled with him there. Luca is my imagination’s homage to that gorgeous foreign man. When my voice finally returned, I had a conversation with him.

Luca: Rose! Buona sera!

Rose: Good afternoon Luca, I’m glad you could join me. The story is told through Nicolas’ eyes, but I was wondering if you’d like to share a few of your own perspectives.

Luca: I am happy to oblige, my dear.

Rose: Well, to start why not introduce yourself. I’m sure people will be interested in the inner workings of Luca Franco.

He chuckled.

Luca: I can’t imagine that to be the case. I’m a simple fellow. But as I owe you much Rose, I’ll follow your lead. Where shall we begin?

Rose: Like Nicolas, you too work at the Ashmolean Museum. What work do you do specifically?

Luca: I travel the world searching for precious items from antiquity and bring them back to the museum to be studied, catalogued, and kept safe from the further ravages of time.

Rose: And this interest in Leonardo da Vinci that you share with Nicolas and Ellie…I know Ellie is drawn to the philosophy of the man many consider to be the personification of the Renaissance, and Nicolas is fascinated by the mind behind man’s unique artworks.

Luca: Yes. They bring perspectives into our conversations that are as intriguing as the artist himself.

Rose: And what do you bring?

Luca: I’ve studied da Vinci’s world and his place in history to feed my own curiosity. The man was beyond brilliant. He possessed a ricchezza d'ingegno, a talento. A persona di genio.

Rose: I’m sorry. I only speak a little Italian.

Luca: Forgive me. I said Leonardo possessed a richness of intellect, a talent. He was undoubtedly a person of genius

Rose: I find him all of those things as well.

Those snow-shadow blue eyes sparkled. Good lord he was as handsome as I remembered.

Luca: But of course you would. You are the author here.

Rose: So…tell me about this unusual relationship you have with Nicolas and Ellie.

Luca: Never have I felt such loving acceptance. We’ve bonded through our common interests, beliefs, and temperaments. I love them with every fiber of my being. I’d die to keep them safe.

Rose: Yes, there are terrible dangers ahead. And do you see this…this, loving ménage lasting? Nicolas has family obligations to his title and estate...

Luca: Oddly enough, I do. The important thing is love, Rose. With love, anything is possible no matter the opinions of the world. Even in your time, mio caro.

What more could I say. He mirrored my sentiments exactly. Of course he would.  :)

About Rose ~
I love words and choose them as carefully as an artist might choose a color. My active imagination compels me to write everything from children’s stories to historical fiction. As a persnickety leisure reader, I especially enjoy novels that feel like they were written just for me. It's hard to explain, but if you've ever read one of those, then you know what I mean. I tend to sneak symbolism and metaphor into my writing. You might say it's a game I play with myself when I write. And I so love when readers email to say they've found something. I’d like people to feel my stories were written just for them, for that’s the truth. These hidden insights are my gift to my readers.

Loving Leonardo Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009LS3H6Q