Monday, July 30, 2012

His Forbidden Submissive by Brandi Evans (Virtual Tour and Giveaway)

The Menagerie welcomes Brandi Evans to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!!   I can't tell you how yummy that cover is -- tats and fingernails .... mmmmmm.....  :::shivers with delight:::

Okay, tearing my eyes away and moving on to business *G* -- Brandi let us ask all kinds of prying questions and answered every one!  Take a look (and don't forget to read the excerpt!), then comment here because she's going to give away a $10 Amazon GC!  Who doesn't want that?

Better, if you follow her tour, and keep commenting, you have more chances to win. All of her tour stops are listed here.  Now, lets see what Brandi has to say!

Hola, Lovelies!

I'm so honored you stopped by to learn a little about me and my newest release His Forbidden Submissive. This was such a fun (and sexy!) story to write, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. ;-)

I'd also like to thank my wonderful host for having me here. You so totally rock!

Now on with the show, LOL...

Describe yourself in three words.

Silly. Sarcastic. Shy (in person, not online, LOL).

Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

Hmm... That's a tough one. For my hero (Brock) I'd have to say the cover model on the book. He's, without a doubt, the perfect Brock if ever there was one. It's as if the photographer went inside my head and took and pic. For Vivian...maybe Morena Baccarin, the chick from "V". She's got that natural beauty I love in my heroine's. That look I wish I had!

What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?
 My favorite? Sheesh, another tough one. There are just so many I love!

But if I had to say just one, I'd have to say the final (at least I think it's the final) love scene from the movie Threesome. The 3 main characters are in bed together for the last time. It was so heartbreakingly tender. *sniff, sniff* A little male-on-male touching, some sweet kisses between the group. I could watch it over and over again.

Yes, I know the movie's an older one, but what can I say? I really enjoyed it. It was the first movie I'd ever seen like that. I grew up in a rather conservative family so that movie just "wowed" me to no end, LOL.

What’s your wildest fantasy?

To have the courage to do the things my heroines do in my stories. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm extremely shy. I know you'd never guess that if you chatted with me online, LOL, but in face-to-face encounters, I really retreat inside. *sigh* I'm the epitome of introverted. :-(

If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

Wow, you're really making me think here! Hmm...

I could tell you which one I wouldn't want to lose. My hearing. I LOVE music and couldn't imagine a world without sound. From Mozart to Maroon 5, I love it all!

But thats not the question you asked...

If I had to choose, I'd say my sense of taste would be the one to go. As a recovering fat girl, I think it would be a great weightless tool to not be able to taste my food, LOL. Broccoli or chocolate would all taste the same. :-)

What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

I wasn't a naughty child. I was an angel. *wink, wink* No really...ask my mom! It wasn't until I started hanging out with the chicas at my local RWA chapter that I let my smutty side out to play. *grin*

Boxers or Briefs?


Top or Bottom?

Depends on how much I've had to drink. ;-)

Pajamas or nude?


Hairy chests or smooth?


Alpha or Beta?

Neither. I like gamma heroes. They're the perfect blending between the two types. He can write a poem to the woman he loves and then turn around and beat the crap out of anyone who tries to cop a feel of his woman. Seriously, what's not to love? :-)

To find happiness, she must do something she swore she’d never do again.

Let a man control her.

After beating cancer, Vivian goes on a mission to cleanse her life. First on the list, kicking her cheating, controlling husband to the curb. Second, discovering the answer to a question that’s been haunting her. Is the love she harbors for Brock, her bad-boy brother-in-law, genuine or a chemotherapy-induced illusion?

Brock loves a woman he can’t have. His brother’s wife. To claim her would be a betrayal. He knows loving her is wrong but he can’t help it. So when circumstances bring them back together, he can no longer deny his forbidden attraction, and they unite in a fury of passion, lust—and bondage.

But Vivian isn’t prepared for Brock’s BDSM lifestyle, no matter how sexy he looks with his tats and leathers. After ten years with a controlling husband, submission is terrifying—but so is never being with Brock again. Submission or freedom? No matter which she chooses, her life will change forever.

He spun toward Viv’s voice. She still wore the same dress she had when she’d first walked back into his life, but now, her appearance had a different allure to it. She no longer looked sleek and stylish—she looked used and owned. Barefoot, her dress showing off wrinkles from being in a pile on the floor, her hair a wild mess from his hands, his bed, his pillows, she looked like a woman who had been well, well-loved. It’d be a hard-on-inducing sight if it wasn’t for the uncertainty scrunching her beautiful face.

He wanted to yank her into his arms and kiss her until that uncertainty evaporated. Wanted to throw her into his bed and stroke deep into her sweet body until she couldn’t think of anything else, but only once he came clean. He owed her nothing less.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He turned back to the desserts. Maybe after a sugar rush he’d be able to come up with the right words. “I was just wondering if I wanted to add some syrup to our ice cream. What do you think?”

She didn’t answer, but he knew she was still there. He’d heard no footsteps, nothing to indicate she’d moved in the slightest. “I think you need to tell me the truth. Why do you really want to slow things down? And don’t you dare think about lying to me.”

Christ. He wasn’t fucking ready for this conversation. He was still formulating his strategy. “Well, considering your upcoming divorce and the fact the man you’re leaving is my older brother, I just think it would be best—”

“Bullshit.” In a flash, she crossed the room then yanked on the sleeve of his t-shirt until they stood face-to-face. “You and I are fantastic together. You can’t honestly tell me you really want to pull the brakes on what we had…what we could have.”

No, he didn’t want to slow things down. “It’s…complicated, Viv,” he finally said.

“Then uncomplicate it.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Bull. Shit.” She stepped into him until they were toe-to-toe.

The soft aroma of vanilla and sex teased his senses, and despite his good intentions, lust rocketed straight to his groin. His cock lengthened, hardened in a matter of nanoseconds. His hands fisted at his side and it took all his strength to keep from grabbing her and throwing her down on the kitchen table and pushing deep into her pussy until he created enough heat to bind reality and fantasy together.

Viv continued, whispering a line that threatened to completely and utterly do him in. “I’m gonna get the truth out of you, Brock, even if I have to chain myself to your side.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say around me, sweetheart.”

Brandi Evans is a stay-at-home mom with a serious addiction…the compulsive need to tell sexy stories to whoever will listen.

She brings to life fun, flawed characters with kick-ass-and-take-no-prisoners attitudes who challenge her every step of the writing process. Whether inspiring a hot-and-heavy contemporary, a pulse-pounding suspense or a dark-and-decadent paranormal romance, her muse knows no boundaries. And she likes it that way. When veering outside the box, she never knows where her next story could take her.


Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sunday Book Video: Honeybun at a Dude Ranch by Sam Cheever

Depressed by injuries that have sidelined his career and pretty sure he’ll never find love, Heathcliffe goes to his cousin Peyton's Dude Ranch in Southern Indiana for some "alone" time. His plan is to contemplate the direction his life is taking and figure out how to get back on track.

But he didn’t count on Nita Harley, the ranch's newly hired activity director. Nita's an attractive, young widow who's trying to make sense of her life too, but her problems are much more urgent and dangerous than Heathcliffe's. Someone is killing everyone Nita connects with and, as their feelings for each other grow, she's pretty sure Heathcliffe will be next.

Available here!

And a little about Sam Cheever: ~"Sam Cheever creates some of the best characters you could ever find in the pages of a book. Any book by Sam Cheever is entertainment at its best."
The Romance Studio ~ "She plots a suspense with the best authors around. Then adds her own unique brand of humor and romance throughout to make the stories even more fun to read."

I write romantic suspense and fantasy/paranormal/sci-fi at a variety of heat levels, including Young Adult under the name s.i. decker. I like to mix a little fun, a little magic, and a little real-life spice to create my fictional characters. My fun-loving creations fight their way through a dizzying array of dangerous challenges without letting little things like dangerous bad guys, angry, manipulative gods, evil dark world denizens, or killing Furies dampen their zest for life and hot love!

In my real life, I live on a hobby farm in Indiana with 11 dogs, 2 horses, and one husband. Not necessarily in that order. Yeah...11 dogs...what can I say, I'm a dog-aholic!

To find out more about me and my work, please pay me a visit at any one of the following online hot spots: My 'Tween You and Me Blog, Twitter, or Facebook . I look forward to chatting with you!


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Saturday, July 28, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday ~ A Needful Heart by JM Madden

We've decided on a new venture for Saturdays, the Saturday Sexy Cover. Why? Because after the fracas about photos... well, we don't want any of the nastiness, even if it brings our readers joy. Hey, we don't want to get sued, even if we're sharing the love. Yanno? So, for our very first Sexy Cover Saturday we have:

A Needful Heart by JM Madden

Matt Calvin has watched Gina’s beautiful shape sway up and down the doctor's office hallway for four long years. It’s time to do something about his fascination with her. He’s not relationship material, but he doesn’t expect it to get that far. He just wants to talk to her, man to woman, and put himself out of his misery once and for all. Things never go as planned, though, and when fantasy crashes and burns into reality, Gina pays the price.

Gina doesn’t blame Matt for her injury, but she is appreciative when he steps into her crazy life to help out. Proximity fires the sudden attraction between them and Gina can’t believe she’s overlooked the sexy carpenter for this long. Tattooed and intimidating, he’s not the type she's normally drawn to, but something about him tugs at her heartstrings.

When an explosive situation develops and they have to save a little boy, Matt loses control of his tightly held emotion. Though his heart aches, Matt walks away, both for Gina’s safety and his own sanity. It’s up to Gina to convince him love can heal any heartache.


B & N

About JM:

Terminally addicted to romances, thanks to finding her aunt's stash of 'Harlequin Presents' years ago during a sleepover, J.M. Madden loves any and all good love stories. Most particularly her own. She has two beautiful children and a husband who always keeps her on her toes.

J.M. was a Deputy Sheriff in Ohio for nine years, until hubby moved the clan to Kentucky. When not chasing the family around, she's at the computer, reading and writing, trying to perfect her craft. She occasionally takes breaks to feed her animal horde, and is trying to control her office-supply addiction, but both tasks are uphill battles. Happily, she is unemployed right now, so it's given her a chance to seriously jump into writing full-time. She has several projects in the works and loves to hear from readers.



Thursday, July 26, 2012

So Why the Massive Tear Down...

I figured since it was my day to blog, I'd deal with a question that keeps coming up since Sunday. Why the massive tear down? If you haven't been keeping an eye out, or maybe you have, I don't know... there's been a huge hubbub about pictures. I noticed it first when the famously handsome Jimmy Thomas got upset on Facebook about a photo. What he alleged was someone had used his photo without paying for it and then turned around and created a cover for it. The person was making money on his image without him getting paid for it. At the time I thought it was an interesting arguement. I figured, he is who he is and runs the site he does, so WHY would you NOT pay for it? The guy is literally everywhere.

But I thought about it some more. His business is those pictures. Granted, I'm sure it doesn't take much to slather himself in baby oil to look all sweaty, but that's his livelihood. Same with authors. There's another huge fracas going on about a certain site more or less pirating books. The person in charge of said site claims the lending and free sharing of the books helps starving kids somewhere. Here's the thing and he hasn't adequately explained it to me, how is sharing a free book going to feed a kid? And just as Jimmy Thomas makes his money selling his pictures, authors are trying to make money by selling their books. The prevailing thought is, shame on this site owner for distributing books without the right to do so.

But the shove over the edge was the blog post by Roni Loren. You see, Suit Up Sunday, Saturday Hotties, Tuesday's all fine and dandy and the hotness has been shared. But here's the thing: the photographers of those men (and women) make their livelihood off those pictures or being in said pictures. As much as Jimmy Thomas or the authors of the ebooks being pirated want to be paid, so do these photographers. And they should be. Now there was a bunch of chest beating and grousing. The photographers should be honored that their picture is so hot that it HAS to be shared. It's flattery. Right?


If the authors should get paid and not have their work illegally downloaded, just like the musicians shouldn't have their music illegally downloaded, then the photographers and celebrities whose pictures are slathered all over the net should get a cut, too.

"But Brad Pitt makes so much, he won't miss it. It's only one picture."

Maybe, but when over 200 people are sharing that picture, then that's 200 chances for him to be paid. Think about it this way, if you have a book to sell and you sell 3 copies, but 3000 are pirated, then that's a LOT of royalties you've been gypped out of. See the point. Unfortunately for Roni, she paid the hard way. But she was nice enough to send out a warning. If you post those pictures, doesn't matter if you have a disclaimer, doesn't matter if you do take them down... you can get into a lot of trouble. In the terms of the book pirates, they get the take down notices all the time. They take down the work for a day, maybe a week, then WHAMO put them right back up. Why? Because someone requested the book. And it's a tough economy and we all have to help each other. And it doesn't matter if the royalties from that book help you feed your kids. What matters is that the person who is illegally downloading your book can spend their money on food for their kids rather than wasting it on your book.

Skewed logic, don't you think?

So here's the meat of this post: we stopped the Saturday Hotties and the Hump Day pictures. We're replacing them with things that are better - authors who want to show you what they've written, their random displays of hotness through their covers and their videos. Is that too much to ask to allow for the change? Maybe, but that's how it's got to be.

Thank you for enjoying the maleness and the hotness. Trust me, hottie hunting was a lot of fun. But I see the photographers point of view. I don't want my work pirated. so thank you and please keep enjoying the Menagerie. We've got some really cover art hotness coming up and some fabulous authors, too!

Monday, July 23, 2012

To Have and To Hold by Dana Littlejohn - Virtual Book Tour & Giveaway!

The Menagerie welcomes Dana Littlejohn to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, To Have and To Hold, and share an embarrassing moment (yep... she was THAT brave!).

Even better, Dana will be awarding five prizes, one randomly chosen commenter at each tour stop will win a prize. All are promo items displaying a different Dana Littlejohn design: 2- t-shirts (size XL), 1 coffee mug, 1 ink pen (black ink) and 1 baseball style hat, so leave one today and then follow her tour to increase your chances of winning. Her tour posts are listed here.

Now, on to the good stuff!  Take it away, Dana!!


Hello everyone, thanks for having me at The Menagerie. As I looked over the questions to see what I would talk about today I came across this topic and burst into laughter. I decided to tell you guys about my most awkward intimate moment.

It’s been a number of years since this has happened, back when sex was brand new to me. My current boyfriend and I were the only couple in our little group that wasn’t having sex. So, of course, the peer pressure was monstrous and I didn’t take long before we cracked. We finally broke down to see what the big deal was about and I was not impressed. It did not go as smoothly as it did in those romance books I had read not did it feel as good as my friends led me to believe. It was painful, awkward and bloody and I promptly told my boyfriend that I wasn’t going to do it again.

Of course his experience however, was quite the opposite. He, we’ll call him Larry for the sake of this blog, thought it was the best thing since the development of fat free chocolate pudding to a chocoholic. Larry all but harassed me every day after that to do it again. I shut him down at every turn. I saw no upside for me.

After three months of unsuccessfully begging, Larry went to his friends for some advice. They told him to try oral sex on me. They assured him hat if he was good I would let him have regular sex with me again. Now, again, this was long ago. Not only had I never had sex with anyone before hat I had no clue men even did hat to women. The thought was disgusting to me. I mean, really, you pee from there.

Thus, Larry put his plan into action. We went to the movies, went to dinner, hung out after that to play pool and then went back to his house for cheesecake that he made. Now, I knew he was setting me up for something, but I was totally unprepared when he asked if he could kiss my pussy. Needless to say, I was completely freaked out. I thought he was completely insane. I was on the verge of firing him as my boyfriend when he appealed to the analytical side of my brain. After reminding me of how much he loved me and how I’ve always rusted him before and he promises me no pain was involved, I gave in.

I laid on his bed trying to will my heart beat to slow down, knowing my shivering had nothing to do with the air conditioned room. His hands were shaking more than mine when he slid my shorts and panties down. Larry paused for a moment and my mind took off on a tangent. Just as I thought he was going to change his mind because I was build like a freak or something down there, I felt the sizzle of his tongue connecting to my most intimate place.

Larry seemed hesitant at first merely licking me like a lollypop or a ice cream cone, but after a short while he increased he pace.

I got the impression that he liked what he was doing. He gripped my hips and pushed his face further in to me and something turned on inside me. A burst of heat boiled within me. My skin was hot and sweaty and I felt good all over. It was amazing. My hands were gripping the sheets and for the first time in my life I moaned in pleasure.

Larry moved my hands to his head as he continued tasting me. Instinctively I ground my hips and the pleasure increased. Larry started to moan and I gripped a handful of his hair. An amazing feeling started to build inside me. I had no clue what it was but I wanted more of it. I guided his head to make that happen and the unthinkable happened. I farted.

Everything seemed to freeze in time. My eyes were so wide I thought they’d pop out my head. Larry stopped moving and looked up at me with a raised brow, but before he could say a word I leaped from the bed. Snatching my clothes from the other end I ran from his room and into the living room. Tearing streamed down my face blinding me as I redressed. I dashed by the sofa grabbing my purse and I was out the door leaving Larry voice calling my name behind me.

Looking back on that first time, I find it hysterically funny and laugh my butt off every time I think about it. Larry and I even laughed about it years later, but at the time I just wanted to die. Some time passed before I let someone else do that to me, afraid it may happen again. However, the whole time before all that felt so good that I had to do it again, but it wasn’t with Larry.

Very well, Menagerie Authors, now that I have shared one of the painful, awkward moments in my life, I hope you will stop by my site and check out some of the awkward moments of my characters' lives.

Thanks for having me!

Christian and Andrea Cooper had made many plans on what they would do when their children were finally out of the house. Now that they were gone their plans had hit a snag. Christian had the chance to start his own company and promised to put their plans in motion as soon as it was off the ground. Andrea agreed to those terms, but she had no idea how lonely and neglected she would feel while she waited. On a trip to the city in search of something to do she ran into Raymond Reyes, her first love. Reminiscing with Ray brought back a flood of emotions that she found difficult to ignore. Did she make the right decision by marrying Christian after all? Could Ray convince her that this was their second chance and they were meant to be together?

Yes! Finally, a notch on the positive side of the sex chart,” her brain screamed joyfully as her body prepared itself for his entry.

He knew where to touch her, where to move, when to go fast and when to slow down. It was wonderful! Just as it always was, just like she remembered. She started to climb that golden staircase to bliss, reveling in the feeling he was giving her and then…it was over. He stopped.

Her eyes popped open. “Christian? What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I’m sorry, Andrea. I guess I got a little too excited,” he confessed, and rolled off her.

She stared at the ceiling wide-eyed. “What? You got—”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

Andrea still stared at the ceiling as he moved around next to her. “Huh? But—” She heard his soft snores and turned over to him. “Christian?” She pushed his shoulder. “Christian!”

“Tomorrow, Andrea, I promise. I love you,” he mumbled, before his snores filled the room.

She muffled a frustrated outburst and then pulled the sheets over them. She turned over and punched her pillow.

Dana Littlejohn was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, but has called Indianapolis, IN her home for over ten years. She works a nine to five at a nearby doctor's office while she pursues her dream of writing. Her writing to-do list grows daily. Stop by Dana's website to see what she's doing next . It's a ride you will not soon forget!

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Twitter @ authordanalittlejohn

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Effective Immediately

If you've read the buzz going around, you might know about the issue with photos. I'm going to state here and now, I--we--messed up. Yes. All of us here at the Menagerie have been posting photos for Hump Day and Saturday Hottie (among other days) because we thought getting them from Google was okay. We thougth having a disclaimer was okay. It's not. Because of that, Hump Day and Saturday Hottie as well as Suit Up Sunday will cease to exist. Stinks because those were fun to post. Fun, but I also look at it this way, stealing photos - which by the letter of the law it was - is like stealing my books. Okay, I'm not stealing my books, but pirates are. I don't want people asking me for books 'to review' only to have them send them to pirate sites because they didn't like it, didn't want it, thought it should be passed along. That's not fair. That's the money I use to buy food for my family being taken away so someone can get a free book.

Works the same way for the photographers. I'm using photos I don't have the right to use. Doesn't make it right. Doesn't make it easy to kill those posts. I mean, who doesn't like a good hot guy pic? The photographer who is having their work thieved. So I'm sorry to have to do this. Hump Day is out until further notice - at least in it's current form. Saturday Hotties, although fun, have been relagated to the 'been there done that and can't do it anymore' file. The party is over.

In the place of these posts, we're asking YOU, yes YOU to help us. We're instituting some new posts. Like? Instead of Hump Day, we're having What's New Wednesday. You have a book coming out? Want to give it a shout out? Email us. We'll put it up. Is it just out and you still want to promo it (maybe it finally made it to ARe or Amazon)? Let us know.

In the place of Saturday Hotties, we'll be doing Saturday Sexy Covers. This is your participation time, too. Got a cover you think is smokin' hot? Send it to us with the links and blurb. We'll put it up. It has to be your cover. Can't just send us someone's cover without them knowing. Email us and you'll be put on the schedule.

We've still got room for Monday Interviews and Sunday Videos. Feel free to send those in, too. We're waiting.

We'll still have the other usual posts, but probably with a few less photos - unless we own them or bought them. Thanks for your understanding and please continue to follow the blog and all we do. We appreciate your support.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Star Crossed by Kele Moon -- Virtual Tour and Giveaway!

The Menagerie welcome talented author, Kele Moon to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!!  We're excited to showcase her latest release, Star Crossed (Battered Hearts Book 2) and share a great excerpt.

Even better, Kele is giving away a $25 Amazon GC to someone who comments during her tour, so leave one today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning.  Her tour posts are listed here.

Now, on to the good stuff!

Heavyweight UFC fighter, Romeo Wellings comes from the hard streets of New York where his family ties to the mafia cause him nothing but pain. His life takes a surprising detour when he crosses paths with the twin sister of his long time enemy. After a steamy one-night stand, he faces the fight of his life, but it’s not in the cage. The secret relationship that blooms between Romeo and his real life Juliet has him battling his family and a dark past rather than let her go.

The only lawyer in her hometown of Garnet, Jules Conner is also a volunteer Sheriff’s deputy and co-owner of a successful MMA training center. Strong and dependable, Jules is always there for those who need her. Until one forbidden night in Las Vegas with Romeo leaves her feeling so alive she can’t stop reaching out to the sexy, bad boy of MMA, even knowing the forbidden love affair could jeopardize everything.

As the tide rises against them and the people they love work at keeping them apart, Romeo and Jules hold onto a dream for a better life together and vow to go down fighting rather than accept a tragic ending.


“I don’t do fighters.”

Romeo snorted. “Really? You could’ve fooled me.”

“That was an extreme situation. It shouldn’t have happened. You need to stop calling me.”

“You gave me your number.” He was quiet for one long moment before he confessed. “And I think about you—a lot.”

She thought about him too.

In fact Jules couldn’t stop thinking about him. She’d barely gotten any sleep in four nights, and it was starting to affect her life. The Christmas lights blurred to misty streams of color as she admitted, “I think about you too, but you can’t call me anymore. It was fun, but it’s over.”

“I’m saying yes to Clay,” he said dismissively, ignoring her wishes in a bullheaded way that was totally infuriating. “I’m coming to Hicksville. I wanna see what the hell they put in the water that makes such badass fighters. Clay took a bullet like he was friggin’ superman and then lay there bleeding like it was no big deal. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You better not,” she warned, wondering how on earth she’d ended up falling into bed with the one man she couldn’t intimidate. “I grew up drinking this water, Romeo. You come here and start messing with my life, you won’t have time to worry ’bout Clay and Wyatt. I’ll dent that hard head of yours personally.”

“That sorta turns me on.” Romeo’s voice was taunting and sexy. “I like ’em feisty. Especially with that twangy accent you got going on. I’d give my last UFC check to see you in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts. With those long legs, I bet they’d look amazing.”

“I ain’t kidding. Three rounds in the cage with me and you’ll be running back to New York with your tail between your legs. I’m a scary bitch. I can give you a long list of references confirming it.”

“You can get me in a cage anytime you want. If it turns you on, it turns me on too. Bruises don’t scare me. Hurt me, baby. I like it.”

Jules let her head fall into her hand. She knew there were several good reasons why fighters were off the menu. She couldn’t exactly intimidate a guy who made a living in the cage. “This ain’t happening.”

Romeo was quiet on the other end for one long moment before he said in a soft, sensuous voice that sent goose bumps dancing over her skin, “Juliet.”

“Don’t call me that.” She sighed, hating that both her body and mind responded to her name on his lips. “Just don’t call me. Period.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’s not exactly stellar timing for me either, but no one has to know what’s between us.”

A freckle-faced redhead born and raised in Hawaii, Kele Moon has always been a bit of a sore thumb and has come to enjoy the novelty of it. She thrives on pushing the envelope and finding ways to make the impossible work in her story telling. With a mad passion for romance, she adores the art of falling in love. The only rules she believes in is that, in love, there are no rules and true love knows no bounds.

So obsessed is she with the beauty of romance and the novelty of creating it, she’s lost in her own wonder world most of the time. Thankfully she married her own dark, handsome, brooding hero who has infinite patience for her airy ways and attempts to keep her grounded. When she leaves her keys in the refrigerator or her cell phone in the oven, he’s usually there to save her from herself. The two of them now reside in Florida with their three beautiful children, who make their lives both fun and challenging in equal parts—they wouldn’t have it any other way.


Friday, July 13, 2012

Friday Fun with Megan

It's Friday the 13th and well, for some, this is a crummy day. For me? It's another day. But since I thought we all needed some fun today, here's some white hot fun for Friday!

Did that make the day fun? Hotter? Well, then I did my job. Grin.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Welcome Breathless Press - Virtual Tour and $20 GC Giveaway!

Breathless Press is celebrating the release of five awesome Erotic Romance stories with a virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions and we're helping to get the word out. Even better? Every comment on this post (and all the others during their one week tour, here) earns you an entry to win a $20 Breathless Press Gift Certificate!  You could BUY these books!

Seriously ... check these out. If you can drag your eyes away from the cover, you'll love the blurbs and excerpts.

Overall Fuzzy has a good life. He loves his family, his friends are amusingly tolerable—mostly, and he enjoys his job. He never hurts for a date. Yep, the ladies seem to love the furry why does he feel like he's missing out on something? And why does a surprise dinner with a strange man hold more interest for him than the flirty, available waitress?

Geoff knows who he is and what he's after. He's searching for a big hairy man to wrap around him. He just hasn't found one that piques his interest...until he is manipulated into having dinner with Fuzzy—definitely not something to complain about. Fuzzy is tall and broad and proclaims to live up to his name. Everything that Geoff wants in a boyfriend. Except, Fuzzy happens to be straight.

When the opportunity arises for Fuzzy to crash at Geoff's apartment, Geoff works his derriere off to see what other things can arise. And prays that he can capture his Fuzzy Wuzzy all for himself.


Geoff wanted to retract his words. Had he just offered to be Fuzzy's Gay for Dummies guide? Did his brain not work properly around this bear? He couldn't possibly talk to this man about sex without sporting the biggest boner in the world. Talk about bad, bad ideas! The worst!

On the other hand, he couldn't help smiling and wondering just what Fuzzy would ask. By the look on Fuzzy's face, Geoff doubted he could even think of anything anyway.

"It's just a suggestion, but if you aren't comfortable enough to ask me any questions—"

"I don't want you to think I'm an ass or something." Fuzzy mumbled his words so softly they were barely audible.

"Throw a question at me."

Geoff noted that Fuzzy hadn't met his gaze at all since rising from the floor. In fact he seriously studied the two men on the television. Geoff had almost died of humiliation when he realized what channel he had left the TV on. Now he considered it a blessing in disguise.

"Okay." Fuzzy's soft voice caused Geoff to focus again. "They both seem to enjoy it." Fuzzy addressed Geoff while nodding at the entertainment they inadvertently partook of.

Huh? "Well, if you're not enjoying sex, then there's a good possibility you might be doing something wrong."

"Never mind." Fuzzy's neck turned red in embarrassment, and Geoff immediately realized his mistake.

He scooted closer to Fuzzy and put a hand on his arm. "Sorry. There's a malfunction with my brain to mouth filter half the time. The good news, you'll always know what I'm thinking. The bad news, you'll always know what I'm thinking." He chuckled to lighten the mood. "So, we both agree they're enjoying themselves. Your question?"

Fuzzy took in a deep breath but still didn't turn his head toward Geoff. If staring ahead helped Fuzzy through this conversation Geoff could handle that. Because he really wanted inside Fuzzy's head, all puns intended. Could this mean something? Or did Geoff's own desires put possibilities out there that didn't exist?

"I'm not an idiot. I get the mechanics of what they're doing, but shouldn't it hurt?"

The mechanics? Oh wow, Geoff almost didn't have anything to say to that.

"First, what they're doing is having sex. It's okay to say the word. You don't have to refer to the act as 'it' all the time. Second, the pain level depends on the preparation you do beforehand. Also, if you have a partner who's only interested in getting his rocks off, then yeah, that tends to land on the not good side."

"Preparation? You mean butt plugs?"

Geoff had to remind himself that Fuzzy wasn't a blushing virgin, even if he kind of fell into that category in this situation. "Well, yeah, that's one way of doing it. I own a few myself. They are good for masturbation. But that's not my favorite way."

"What's your favorite way?"

"I like my lover to stretch me. I like his fingers inside me getting me ready. It's more of a connection. In my opinion, if he wants to take the time to relax me properly, then he cares about both of our pleasure and not just his."

"So you let someone stick their fingers up your, um…"

"Ass? Yeah, that's where the action will happen, so that's a good place to begin." Geoff patted himself on the back for not laughing out loud.

"But doesn't it seem weird letting someone touch you there?"

God save me from newbies. Now he understood why Fuzzy hesitated to ask his questions. He guessed vocalizing some of them without seeming either insensitive or downright rude might trip him up. "Does it seem weird when you touch a woman's pussy?"

The red on Fuzzy's neck darkened. "That's different."


Fuzzy finally tore his eyes from the television screen and studied him. "Well, because, um…" His voice wavered off, and Geoff supposed he contemplated the question seriously. "I guess no, not so different, huh?"

Geoff wondered if it was wrong to want to do a happy dance. He'd gotten through the first roadblock. Unfortunately, another one always waited around the bend.

"What does it feel like when someone" —Fuzzy took a breath before continuing— "when someone stretches you?"

Welcome to the next roadblock.

Geoff searched his mind for the perfect words to describe that sensation. Words that would appeal to Fuzzy. He had to get this right because honestly, one half of his mind had begun plotting when the conversation turned down this road. If he played it right, if God truly existed, if Fuzzy labeled himself bi-curious—or more—maybe, just maybe, this could turn into a show-and-tell instead of just tell.

"It's a connection that's not easily surpassed. In my opinion, it's as intimate as a good kiss or actual penetration. Someone taking the time to make sure you enjoy the moment as much as they will. Talk about heady stuff. But I don't believe that's what you meant by feel, you meant the physical feelings not emotional, correct?"

Fuzzy simply nodded, the acknowledgement Geoff waited for. He knew that's what Fuzzy wanted all along but had seized the opportunity to verbalize what an act like this meant to him.

"Well, a burning sensation, but if done properly, it shouldn't hurt as much as you would assume. Also, if you're distracted in the right way during the stretching, well, so much the better."

"It doesn't hurt?"

Geoff searched around for a hard object to bang his head on. "Tell me. Exactly how curious are you about this subject?"

Fuzzy eyed him warily. "What do you mean?"

"How about a little round of show rather than tell?"

Luke Leveraux hates seeing suspicion darken Jeremy St. James's eyes when he leaves for his monthly hunting trip, but some secrets just can't be shared.

On the surface artist Luke Leveraux has it all: money, a fantastic historical home, talent. When his boyfriend Jeremy moves in, his life should have been perfect. But Luke's hunting expeditions are a cover for something much darker, and he doesn't dare expose his lover to this unpredictable side of his life.

Art teacher Jeremy St. James has always known about his lover's hunting trips. He just expected that they would stop when he moved in with Luke. Or, at the very least, that he might be included in the monthly excursions.

Someone else knows Luke's secret, though. Someone determined to put an end to the situation.


It was another of those mornings when Luke awoke, washing blood from his hands. He stared into the cracked sink basin and shuddered as trails of soapy bubbles and pink washed-out blood swirled down the drain. The blinding light from the single bare bulb above the small mirror hurt his eyes. He hated his face in that mirror more than the blood washing through the drain.

His muscles ached, his jaw clenched. His skin went clammy and a chill wave of cold washed over him. Luke's guts heaved and he lurched to the side, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The churning in his belly intensified and he leaned over the toilet bowl, gagging and heaving as whatever the hell he'd eaten the night before came back up. Clutching tight to the bowl as wave after wave of nausea cramped his belly, he dropped to his knees in the tiny space. The cement floor abraded his bare knees, but he didn't care.

Shards of gritty bone and bits of sinew scratched his throat on the way up, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. He retched and gagged, flushing the toilet repeatedly, until acrid stomach bile was all that came up. Sagging, he rested his head on his crossed arms on the toilet. He craved nothing more than to sleep right then and there. Despite the weakness and lingering agony the transformation caused, he had to shower.

Luke dragged himself upright, leaning against the wall, and he stretched a shaking hand past the clear plastic shower curtain to turn the hot water on. Dried blood matted his hair, caked various parts of his body. The acid odor of vomit, mingled with the coppery scent of blood, made his stomach heave, but it was empty. He had to shower, and then clean up the bathroom and the rest of the cabin. He'd never sleep if the smell of blood stayed on him, in the air around him.

What happens when a woman decides to give her younger assistant a birthday present he will never forget? Love, sex, and mind-blowing orgasms.

Maria Tortorici needs a husband. Her high-school reunion is imminent, and awaiting her is a bet she made long ago. Bring a husband or face the music. Determined not to be the victim of her mischievous girlfriends, Maria devises a plan...enchant her younger assistant with a birthday present he’ll never forget.

Sexual attraction isn’t the only thing Edward Russell has for his boss. She’s everything he wants in a woman. The hang-up? How to convince her he’s man enough to handle a strong-minded woman like her.

But will he still want her once he learns of her conniving plan?


His gaze followed her hand to the strap, and his eyes deepened in color. "You're right on time." He reached for her free hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Yet his gaze swept downward and centered on the low neckline of her dress. "You look stunning." His voice turned husky.

"Th-thank you." Hearing the huskiness, her nerves instantly knotted in the pit of her stomach. So much for being in control. For the first time in her adult life, her excited emotions jumped as if she were a high school virgin again. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "Would you like to sit inside or out on the patio while we have a drink?"

"Whatever you prefer."

Maria flashed him what she hoped was her sexiest smile as she leaned her back against the bar. Her heart fluttered when his gaze again darted to her cleavage. "Since it is your birthday, why don't you make the decision?"

"Let's stay in here then." His hand reached around her to settle firmly at the small of her back. "It's quieter. We can talk without having to yell at each other."

As he guided her toward a darkened corner booth at the far end of the bar, she caught the fragrance of his cologne, woodsy and all male. The seductive combination went straight to her head, making her dizzy with desire.

While she scooted into the plush seat, his hand moved from her back and lingered momentarily on her bare shoulder. The heat of his fingertips burned her flesh long after they'd left her skin. Finally, he slid into the seat next to her, close enough that his khaki chinos touched her bare thigh, sending an electrical charge up her leg.

Edward signaled for the cocktail waitress then turned his attention back to her. "What's your pleasure tonight, Miss...Tortorici?" He finished her last name slowly, sensuously.


Shelton’s coming home, but after seven months of living apart, can he and Nevil pick up from where they’d left off?

Shelton’s grown tired of living a life separate from Nevil. So when Nevil is hurt in an accident at work, Shelton comes home for good. Feeling closer than ever to his lover, Shelton’s ready to make a lasting commitment to their relationship. But is that what Nevil wants? Nevil is less than enthusiastic when an old flame marries, leaving Shelton wondering if he’ll have to keep his dreams on hold indefinitely.


The doctor returned as promised; checked Nevil over; and discharged him.

"I left a prescription at the nurse's station for you to pick up on your way out. Pain meds for the headache I know you're hiding; and you can also take them for your arm."

"Thank you, Andrew," Nevil said with his charming smile.

Shelton gave the love of his life a dry look. Always the flirt. He shook the doctor's hand and took the copy of the release papers from him. "Thank you for taking such good care of him. I have to tell you it was a relief to find him here rather than in ICU."

"It was my pleasure. Take care."

Nevil collected his prescription at the front desk and they made their way to the elevators. A soft rain fell as they emerged from the hospital entrance and made a dash for the train depot. Deep in thought, Shelton chewed his lip while they waited.

He glanced at Nevil beside him and noted the white set of his lips. "I could take you home first if your head hurts. There's no reason I can't retrieve the car myself later and pick up your prescription."

Nevil gave him a smile and slipped his warm hand into Shelton's. "Let's pick it up together. I feel like I've just been released from prison. I want to be outside for a while."

"Just don't get chilled," Shelton said, and then he groaned. "Please ignore me. I think I left my brain back in Colorado."

Nevil chuckled. "As long as your luscious body is here," he murmured and smacked his lips together.

Shelton glanced around quick. No one paid them any attention so he gave Nevil a light kiss; then wished he hadn't as every nerve in his body ignited. He wanted Nevil wrapped around him--now; with Nevil's gorgeous cock buried deep inside him.

He jerked his gaze down the tracks; embarrassed and aching. He hoped Nevil hadn't noticed the tremble in his hands. They would pick up the Prius and go home; where Nevil would take his meds and go to bed. Shelton would have to content himself with a shower where he could get rid of the hard-on he'd suffered all morning. The idea made him feel alone and without a thought he squeezed Nevil's hand.

Nevil leaned close to whisper in his ear, "Don't forget … you promised to let me 'do' you."

Shelton laughed, breathless. He turned back to Nevil and touched his lips with an unsteady finger. "I'm holding you to that," he said, then sucked in air when Nevil's velvet soft lips closed over his fingertip. He watched in captive fascination as his digit disappeared bit by bit between those pale lips. He felt the roughness of Nevil's tongue in the moist, hot depths; then Nevil pushed the finger to the roof of his mouth and started to suck on it. God! Shelton's prick hardened more with each draw as Nevil’s tongue undulated around his finger; his balls were tight and ached.

"Damn, Nevil … stop! You're going to get us arrested," he panted in his lover's ear. He knew that at any second he was ready to drag Nevil behind the hospital and fuck him senseless.

Nevil's throaty laugh made him shiver with bliss. "The train’s coming."

Shelton dropped his head on Nevil's shoulder and fought to calm his unsteady senses. Nevil didn’t play fair. He almost sobbed when Nevil's body heat wrapped around him and teased him closer when it was time to pull away.

"Come on, Love. It won't take long to get the car and then we can go home," Nevil said with encouragement and he tugged on his sleeve. Shelton boarded the sleek train car; but chose to stand when Nevil patted the seat beside him. He couldn’t tell where Nevil's fingers would roam if he sat down. Nevil gave him a delighted smile in answer as he read his mind with ease. Shelton scowled and looked out the window as the train gathered speed. His errant mind pictured Nevil's mouth on him as they swept along the tracks; and he had to stifle a moan in his throat.

After miserable years looking for love in other places, Jesse and Jay Cahill have accepted that for them, illicit passion is the only one. They've built a life, a home together.

A chance encounter on a rainy night brings something Jesse never expected- an attraction for another man. Still, he's committed to the love he has for his twin, Jay, and he pushes Drake Fallon away.

Drake is intrigued by the vulnerable man he met in the downpour. Though Jesse claims to be involved, Drake is certain the relationship can't be fulfilling or Jesse wouldn't have returned his kiss with such passion.

Jay Cahill is devastated when his lover whispers another man's name in his dreams. When Drake calls, how can Jay resist meeting the man who's crept into his twin's dreams?


Pulling into the drive, he turned to face Jesse, who had one hand on the door handle and an uncertain look on his face. Cautiously, sensing that Jesse wasn't immune to him, Drake gave in to his earlier temptation. He reached out and ran his hand down the side of that gorgeous face. When Jesse leaned into his touch, Drake's pulse sped up and he curled his finger around the back of Jesse's neck, threading his fingers into the still-damp blond locks. Tilting Jesse's head up, he leaned down, staring deep into the blue eyes, looking for any sign that his kiss was unwelcome. Jesse's eyes widened, and he expelled a sweet rush of air that hotly caressed Drake's lips. Drake sighed and brought their mouths together. Pausing, he again gave the skittish Jesse a chance to pull away. When no objection came, he tilted his head and caressed the full lower lip with his own, adoring the soft warmth, reveling in the delicate intimacy.

With a breathy whimper, Jesse's mouth opened slightly and Drake took full advantage. He swept his tongue inside, tracing hungrily over smooth velvety surfaces, teasing and massaging Jesse's timid tongue with his own. The sweet flavor and delicious heat, the residual taste of raspberry and dark chocolate intoxicated him, and he wanted more. He moaned loudly and pulled Jesse closer, pressing his mouth open wider, coaxing a response from the trembling man in his arms.

A sudden flash of bright light from a passing car startled him and Jesse shoved him away, breathing heavily. "Oh my God," he whispered, huge eyes locking on Drake's face. "I can't."

"Jesse? I'm sorry I got carried away. It's're so damn sexy. I know I overstepped. Look. It's late. Can I see you again?"

"No. Not I can't sleep with you. I want to. But I can't. There's someone else."

Drake jerked back as if slapped. "Someone else? And you couldn't call him to help you, I suppose?"

"You assume it's a him?"

Drake snorted in response. He damn well knew the someone else was a him. No straight man wore three-inch heels in the rain, no matter how fucking short he was. Not to mention, he'd likely have been punched square in the jaw at the first touch if Jesse weren't gay.

"I know it's a him. Just like I know you can't be all that in love with him if you can kiss me like that."

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