tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72717146343840607952024-02-20T16:45:01.642-05:00Menagerie AuthorsMenagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.comBlogger910125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-33039877470881192252012-12-13T06:04:00.002-05:002012-12-13T06:04:34.701-05:00Tasting Fire by Shelly Holt - Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzBTEcnaQ8_YkEz9F_jBjJT_nWAAaTfP0KNvcrmmPyXB3OX87GrPVPjN1h4sZ8dpKWQQ8bg0bhf3kTnqu2AIPv9GE2uoTObk9CSKf_nlV-goz8mct2LM1D5V9hmfKN_AcEvAzlhOa3c2H/s1600/VBT+Tasting+Fire+Banner+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzBTEcnaQ8_YkEz9F_jBjJT_nWAAaTfP0KNvcrmmPyXB3OX87GrPVPjN1h4sZ8dpKWQQ8bg0bhf3kTnqu2AIPv9GE2uoTObk9CSKf_nlV-goz8mct2LM1D5V9hmfKN_AcEvAzlhOa3c2H/s320/VBT+Tasting+Fire+Banner+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
The Menagerie welcomes Shelly Holt to the blog on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions. We're excited to showcase her latest release for her paranormal romance, "Tasting Fire".<br />
<br />
Even better, Shelly is giving away a $20 Starbucks GC to a randomly drawn commenter during her tour, so leave a comment here today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. <a href="http://www.goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/09/virtual-book-tour-tasting-fire-by.html">Her tour posts are listed here.</a><br />
<br />
We asked Shelly one very important question: What physical attribute do you find most sexy and why?<br />
<br />
Forget tight asses and long fluttering eyelashes, it's all about the forearms for me. I read a book on my Kindle I purchased to help me write love scenes. It's called (<i>Just Fuck me! what women want men to know about taking control in the bedroom</i>) by Eve Kingsley. This wonderfully illuminating book explains why women want men in a committed and trusting relationship to take control in the bedroom. According to the book women apparently want to be sexually dominated in the bedroom. They want to be laid on their backs and ravished. Outside the bedroom, of course is a whole different story!<br />
<br />
After reading this book and thinking about what physical attributes I find most sexy for this essay, I have to agree. I believe deep down that is why I personally am attracted to a man with strong forearms. It's an indicator of physical strength, which translates later to domination in the bedroom. Why is it so hard to admit that as a woman you want to be dominated sexually? OK, here goes, I want to be sexually dominated in the bedroom. I said it, wow! the world didn't stop spinning. In fact nobody is even looking, even my cat is still snoring. Why was that so hard? I personally just published a paranormal romance with no less that five fully explicit love scenes. I shouldn't have these hang ups at this point. Maybe I was hiding behind my characters in Tasting Fire, but here it's all about me. Maybe it's not all about sex, maybe it's really about giving up control. I'll be the first to admit, I don't like giving up control of any aspect of my life. It was why I self-published in the first place. I had full editorial and artistic control over my book. That also meant I have full responsibility to edit, proof, and publicize it too. <br />
<br />
Romance novels, mine included are all about the alpha male. In my novel Tasting Fire, my hero Kai Tenzin is very much an alpha male and takes charge in the bedroom. That shouldn't really surprise anybody, romance novels are not about real life they are a romantic fantasy. If you wanted to read about real men you would be reading chick lit or Men's Health. I believe reading romance is a safe way for women to give up that control and be dominated in the bedroom of their minds, if not in their houses. <br />
<br />
In the end, sexual attraction for a woman is about feeling safe with a man, feeling desired in a sexual manner and being protected after the relationship is forged. If a man has skinny weak arms, at least on a subliminal wavelength we don't feel safe. In the real world, just because a man does have strong muscular forearms doesn't mean he is trustworthy or protective, but we are discussing sexual attraction not important social issues like trust and responsibility. We are all sometimes (some more than others) at the mercy of our hormones, but that doesn't mean you let them rule you. Common sense must balance those raging hormones, but for the bedroom of the mind and the one in my house, I'll try to let go a little more and not just on paper.
<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1BvdOPvSM2LWGGcHc3pL3PZDLl8YqfLFBGTcexBEEnAPMUOwfG-N8tkaDitP134z9lqyLtiQjaiKm0oVFyiDniS7ixGqRGzpQ8PBntZxRpSFMzZlUHgzAtxhur2wWpyj0an0IFRL5YU/s1600/Cover_TastingFire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1BvdOPvSM2LWGGcHc3pL3PZDLl8YqfLFBGTcexBEEnAPMUOwfG-N8tkaDitP134z9lqyLtiQjaiKm0oVFyiDniS7ixGqRGzpQ8PBntZxRpSFMzZlUHgzAtxhur2wWpyj0an0IFRL5YU/s200/Cover_TastingFire.jpg" width="153" /></a></div>
Shape-shifters have always walked the earth. Shrouded in myth and folklore, hiding in the shadows, watching and waiting. Advances in modern science are now about to reveal them to the world. Kai Tenzin is the self appointed leader of the Pari people. He and his kind evolved from the most reclusive predators on earth. They live and hunt in the most fearsome and rugged terrain known to man, the Himalayas. Kai leaves his small village where the mountains touch the heavens, determined to do anything to protect his people. When he is forced to enlist the aid of the beautiful American scientist Dr. Rae Hales, the last thing he expects to find is a woman who will ensnare his heart and endanger them all. Their action-packed adventure will take them around the world to discover the truth behind the legends and reveal the future of humanity.</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
<i> “My name is Kai Tenzin. I was born in a village high in the Himalaya mountains of Tibet. <br /><br />
I am a Pari. My people are born with the ability to transform into the animal you call the Asian Snow Leopard. The Pari have been among you since the dawn of human civilization. We have seen humanity at its worst. We have watched from the safety of our mountains, as human tyrants unleashed their destructive fury and let the blood of the innocent flow freely over the land. For centuries we have cowered in fear of what horrors the human heart would unleash upon us if discovered. We always strived to know the animal within us, but we always considered humans to be the true beasts. We feared you and did not wish to know you. <br /><br />
I am guilty of that crime more than any others of my kind, and yet, I personally have seen human compassion in action. When it does happen, it is an act of such profound beauty, that the darkest place in the universe, namely, the human heart, can not hide the infinite luminescence that shines forth. You have it within each and every one of you to be a shining flame that brightens the darkest night. We should have had more faith in that. I should have had more faith in your humanity and my own. Instead, I chose to help my people to continue to hide in darkness. <br /><br />
We stole from you the chance to know us and hid where only hate and fear can grow. For that I apologize and can only ask for your forgiveness. I stand here today, humbly begging you for a second chance. If we possess the courage, together, we can open our hearts to each other.
</i><br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80r6zXQu2tXHNMbMR1o5UjpxOQJByIQkFiAl2ylVbgwRVigODGo3xKJDmUjCKSbzvv6FxKTVwXfAbeEzDJxgX12k1z3TtEhoRQJLqAj7QwblEoR-Pxn6Cx9HHANEJk8oge5XiXOjV1pM/s1600/AuthorPic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80r6zXQu2tXHNMbMR1o5UjpxOQJByIQkFiAl2ylVbgwRVigODGo3xKJDmUjCKSbzvv6FxKTVwXfAbeEzDJxgX12k1z3TtEhoRQJLqAj7QwblEoR-Pxn6Cx9HHANEJk8oge5XiXOjV1pM/s200/AuthorPic.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>
My name is Shelly Holt and I live in the middle of the harsh and unforgiving Mojave desert. I write my stories looking out of a window that shows sweeping desert views. Outside is a barren and severe landscape, yet inside my head lives a world filled with exotic shape-shifters come to life, pulled from the pages of myth and legend, ready to entice and seduce any reader brave enough to take them on. <br />
<br />
It's funny, I never wanted to be a writer! In 7th grade English, we were given an assignment. We were told to write an original poem and turn it in the next day. I was determined to turn in not a good poem, but a great poem. I spent the whole night working on it instead of watching my favorite show, The Waltons. (Hey! it was 1980.) I turned it in the next day. Apparently, I succeeded a little too well and was accused of copying it from a book. (1980 remember, no internet yet). The teacher stated and I quote "this is too good for a seventh grader, where did you copy it from?" Well, I didn't write for 30 years after that. In my 40's, after a life changing move to rural Nevada as a caregiver to my father, I realized I needed a way to earn a little money on the side. I did some research on the internet and read all about a certain little book, about a certain little college student and a handsome billionaire with some ahem! (issues.) I decided after reading that book, I could do that, and Tasting Fire was born. I'll admit it's been strange revisiting a talent buried deep inside for so long, forgotten, but apparently not lost. It's been an important journey and one I am quite thankful for and excited to see where it takes me.
<br />
<br />
Shelly Holt<br />
<br />
P.S. Mr. Jordan, I really did write that poem!<br />
<br />
Facebook
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shelly-Holt/443904305648848">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shelly-Holt/443904305648848</a><br />
Twitter
<a href="https://twitter.com/ShellyHolt9">https://twitter.com/ShellyHolt9 </a><br />
Amazon.com
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tasting-Fire-ebook/dp/B0098M7OOQ">http://www.amazon.com/Tasting-Fire-ebook/dp/B0098M7OOQ </a></blockquote>
Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-84612085940213211492012-12-10T00:01:00.000-05:002012-12-10T00:01:01.559-05:00Marked by Rowan by Cutter Phoenix - Virtual Tour and Giveaway<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHl2b3O2d1Ft74RWzYtN6CvQJ076EM1LtnElAnzFC3T5cSZh8D8mjN2QGgOCV0ejO7Z2X_XWXiRlJVsQXn2wExUF34q5looIYsbjqUIRML1UJkVnaB39uOJjhTKRB2nJD2Ou_-TcjR-iNJ/s1600/VBT+Marked+by+Rowan+Banner+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHl2b3O2d1Ft74RWzYtN6CvQJ076EM1LtnElAnzFC3T5cSZh8D8mjN2QGgOCV0ejO7Z2X_XWXiRlJVsQXn2wExUF34q5looIYsbjqUIRML1UJkVnaB39uOJjhTKRB2nJD2Ou_-TcjR-iNJ/s320/VBT+Marked+by+Rowan+Banner+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
The Menagerie welcomes Cutter Phoenix to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, an erotic romance titled "Marked by Rowan" and visit with her.<br />
<br />
<br />
Even better, the author will be awarding a $10 <a href="http://www.freyasbower.com/">Freya's Bower</a> GC to a randomly drawn commenter during her tour, so leave a comment here today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. <a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/10/virtual-book-tour-marked-by-rowan-by.html">Her tour posts are listed here</a>.<br />
<br />
Now, on to the good stuff!<br />
<br />
<b>Describe yourself in three words.</b><br />
<br />
Unstoppable. Determined. Humorous.<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br />
<br />
The Dracula movie with Wynona Ryder in it. The emotion in the romance scene always gets to me. It’s a classic example of how love can transcend time.<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br />
<br />
I’m pretty tame when it comes to such things. I’m not a thrill-seeker nor do I like danger, so I suppose it would be dancing on a bar in something sexy for my husband...well, until I tripped or slipped and fell off the countertop in a heap of arms and legs. I am a big klutz, lol.<br />
<br />
<b>If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</b><br />
<br />
Taste would be my first choice. I couldn’t stand not hearing my kids, husband or even birdsong, and I love all sorts of music. Seeing is our main sense, and I would be lost if I couldn’t feel my husband’s touch or my children and grandchildren hugging me back. If I gave up taste, I might not enjoy food any longer, but at least PMS cravings and sweets wouldn’t get the best of me, lol.<br />
<br />
<b>What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b><br />
<br />
I can’t really think of anything terrible as a young kid, but when I was 18 I was working at a restaurant and using my mom’s car to get back and forth to my job. Well, one night I met a cool guy [snort! He was cool until I got to know him] and I went out with him. We went to a party and hung out all night. The next morning I pulled into our drive about 6 AM. I thought my mother was gonna kill me!<br />
<br />
<b>Quickies:</b><br />
<br />
<b>Boxers or Briefs?</b> Boxers. They’re easier to get off, lol.<br />
<br />
<b>Top or Bottom?</b> Only one choice? Jeez. <br />
<br />
<b>Pajamas or nude?</b> PJs all the way. I hate having my backporch swing hanging out of the covers.<br />
<br />
<b>Hairy chests or smooth?</b> Either, really. It depends on the rest of the package, lol.<br />
<br />
<b>Alpha or Beta? </b>I’m gonna say alpha with one stipulation—if the alpha strikes me as a controlling jerk where the woman can’t have a say in something then he can take a flying leap. After that, I’ll switch to the beta since they’re usually sweeter.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAqSV809093xBWP0sq8pueJW3kILb7tkunJUodSVFsY7fQoEtcqTDqN4lih9vEwOY6XXitDu6UsC-_oFAqfjsxD8ZGW78a0pg0OUn9tj6ewLesV6EwWA-OJAOZ8mOepYBbL0mzLH2kLMo/s1600/Cover_markedbyrowan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAqSV809093xBWP0sq8pueJW3kILb7tkunJUodSVFsY7fQoEtcqTDqN4lih9vEwOY6XXitDu6UsC-_oFAqfjsxD8ZGW78a0pg0OUn9tj6ewLesV6EwWA-OJAOZ8mOepYBbL0mzLH2kLMo/s200/Cover_markedbyrowan.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
Plagued by erotic dreams and frightening images of people in the throes of ecstasy, Justin questions his sexuality and his sanity. When he is menaced by a vagrant, Justin is saved by Rowan, a strange yet attractive man who seems to be able to read his mind and sense his most intimate desires. However, once Rowan invites him to dinner, Justin's life takes a turn for the bizarre mixed with so much sex and eroticism he can barely cope with it--but oh how he tries! <br />
<br />
Troubled by his longing for both men and women, Justin finds himself seduced by Rowan. However, his new and unexpected lover possesses powers which force Justin into a realm where few mortals have traveled and even less have returned.</blockquote>
<br />
<i>Justin watched in awe, his groin so hard he thought he’d come in his jeans. Naked people lay upon cushions and furs strewn about a large room lit by glowing lamps and amber candlelight. A group of four women and five men strained against one another, their bodies slicked with perspiration, groans and sighs loud in the chamber. Nearby, a woman perched on the edge of a chair as her lover thrust into her, his hips pumping rigorously, the soft lighting glimmering on his sweaty body. The woman ran her fingernails along the man’s back, leaving trails of blood that trickled along his skin and over his white ass. She screamed out her release, followed by her companions’ grunts of ecstasy. Justin fixated on the blood. He’d never seen anything so red, so frightening and yet so erotic.<br />
<br />
“You’ll be mine soon,” a male voice whispered.<br />
<br />
A sharp horn blast over the loading docks startled Justin out of the vision. Heart thrashing, he leaned against the tower of boxed toys he’d just finished stacking. The erotic and often frightening dreams and visions had escalated the past week. They’d started out sporadically, but now the images and scenes came to him so often Justin worried something was seriously wrong with him. <br />
<br />
Once his pulse had returned to normal, he punched out and made his way through the employees coming and going for the shift change. He descended the steps of a loading platform, strode across a parking lot, and out onto the sidewalk. An angry sky loomed overhead. Thunder rumbled with a promise of rain, and a moist wind blew in from the nearby river. He managed to walk half of the ten blocks to his apartment before a fine mist began. Within minutes, it transformed into a torrential downpour. Justin muttered a choice profanity and quickened his pace. <br />
<br />
He passed a ramshackle building known as a flophouse for prostitutes and druggies. In the doorway, a gaunt, gangly built man stood leaning against the threshold. A black duster that had seen better days hung on his spindly frame. Dirty white-blond hair hung out of the hood drawn over his head and down the open front of his coat in a mass of gnarled locks. He met Justin’s gaze as he passed. <br />
<br />
At the sight of the loiterer’s strange eye color and wide, over-slanted eyes, an arrow of unease skewered Justin’s insides. The vagrant smiled—or was that a leer?—startling Justin with a mass of pointed and broken green-yellow teeth in his broad, thin-lipped mouth. He wondered if the man was diseased. Breaking eye contact, Justin hurried on his way and hoped the rain didn’t fall any harder.
</i><br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg38cvB7FKEKl_pAheGJ7lOGht6ZwVifbDO_JzVc9tkLobad1iWRA-liuWUv6qecjuLiFZ8LkM-t3lIUqZP4JnNYHJnEvPMsyX_y9Y93REWBhT_bO3L3yKiZ3pcEuZnQUkebueOy1KFKlu0/s1600/AuthorPic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg38cvB7FKEKl_pAheGJ7lOGht6ZwVifbDO_JzVc9tkLobad1iWRA-liuWUv6qecjuLiFZ8LkM-t3lIUqZP4JnNYHJnEvPMsyX_y9Y93REWBhT_bO3L3yKiZ3pcEuZnQUkebueOy1KFKlu0/s200/AuthorPic.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
An author of dark, erotic romance, Cutter Phoenix writes heterosexual and m/m romances and occasionally erotica. Readers will discover that Cutter enjoys penning different subgenres of romance, but whether the story is paranormal or contemporary, each book is laced with dark, romantic themes and layered with noir humor. Cutter also writes as Azura Ice and F.L. Bicknell.<br />
<br />
Besides writing, Cutter enjoys the solitude of early mornings, paints, and reads just about anything. <br />
<br />
Fans can reach Cutter here by posting a comment anywhere on <a href="http://cutterphoenix.wordpress.com/">http://cutterphoenix.wordpress.com</a> or by sending an email to cutterphoenix@hotmail.com.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.twitter.com/FLBicknell">www.twitter.com/FLBicknell</a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/F.L.Bicknell">www.facebook.com/F.L.Bicknell</a><br />
<a href="http://ablueice.wordpress.com/">http://ablueice.wordpress.com </a></blockquote>
<br />Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-41524693948351445462012-12-03T00:01:00.000-05:002012-12-03T11:37:07.660-05:00Seduction of My Proper Wife by Kristabel Reed - Virtual Tour and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigpeVMzDMVC3STpiweADis7fN5yxXcu6QrS3BL3_ymyDzdvugTHC8OMlysAD8qJtYXJyuNr2xXymxNFe1LFSZoC2p0uV5gc9bFyp9R3R3-Zi9y2EINqXb6xk2HQ7QdEv7WHv4PlwIOkngO/s1600/VBT+Seduction+of+my+Proper+Wife+Banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigpeVMzDMVC3STpiweADis7fN5yxXcu6QrS3BL3_ymyDzdvugTHC8OMlysAD8qJtYXJyuNr2xXymxNFe1LFSZoC2p0uV5gc9bFyp9R3R3-Zi9y2EINqXb6xk2HQ7QdEv7WHv4PlwIOkngO/s320/VBT+Seduction+of+my+Proper+Wife+Banner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
The Menagerie welcomes Kristabel Reed to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, an erotic romance titled "Seduction of My Proper Wife" and visit with her. A very long time ago, I read one of Kristabel's stories called "<i>Wickedly Wanton</i>" and it was YUM!! If you love a hot menage set in the long ago eras, you can't go wrong with one of her stories.<br />
<br />
Even better, Kristabel will be awarding one commenter at every stop an e-Book copy of any backlist title, and one randomly drawn commenter on the tour will receive a $25 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card plus a copy of any e-Book backlisted title, so leave a comment here today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. <a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/10/virtual-book-tourreview-tour-seduction.html">Her tour posts are listed here.</a><br />
<br />
Now, on to the good stuff!<br />
<br />
<b>Describe yourself in three words.</b><br />
<br />
Irreverent, edgy, classic.<br />
<br />
<b>Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.</b><br />
<br />
Ok, tough one, let me think. They have very different personalities, very specific so, and there are a lot of actors out there! I’m probably missing good ones, but it’s taken me a while to think up these so here goes:<br />
<br />
Philip would be <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0647638/">Eric Christian Olsen</a> from NCIS:LA, but all cleaned up. He’s got that boyish charm but can be demanding if need be.<br />
<br />
Lillian…<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005109/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1">Mila Kunis</a> as the beautiful English lady with repression issues and a dominance streak. <br />
<br />
Aria—<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0757855/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1">Zoe Saldana</a>. She’s beautiful, talented, and perfect for the part of the Egyptian dancer<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br />
<br />
Hmm, difficult. I like some of the classic movie sensual scenes, beautifully done with talented actors. So many of the Hollywood movies these days don’t do love scenes well! There was a very, very brief scene in Cloud Atlas, but I’m going to have to say that it’s from the (new) Thomas Crown Affair between Rene Russo and Pierce Bronson when they’re in St. Thomas.<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br />
<br />
Chris Hemsworth blindfolded and bound to my bed for one night. *G* What’s yours?<br />
<br />
<b>If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</b><br />
<br />
Scent. Don’t even have to think about that. Sure, it’s important but if I had to lose one, I’d rather it be that. I can live without it—I’m not a baker or cook, I’m allergic to pollen and while yes, there are beautiful smells I’d miss, it wouldn’t drastically affect my life.<br />
<br />
<b>What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b><br />
<br />
Um…well, see…I was kind of a good kid. Really! I followed the rules, I swear. For the most part, for the naughty part. Well, there was this one time I snuck into the Christmas presents once and play with the fun stuff. But it wasn’t fun on Christmas when I opened them. Took the surprise completely out of everything!<br />
<br />
<b>Quickies: </b>Oh, we’re having a quickie? Fun!<br />
<br />
<b>Boxers or Briefs? </b><br />
<br />
Boxers<br />
<br />
<b>Top or Bottom?</b><br />
<br />
Top<br />
<br />
<b>Pajamas or nude? </b><br />
<br />
Nude<br />
<br />
<b>Hairy chests or smooth? </b><br />
<br />
Caught me on that one…depends on the person and amount of hair! A little isn’t bad, but bear-like needs to go!<br />
<br />
<b>Alpha or Beta?</b><br />
<br />
Alpha<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAXPaPENSK7fPUY-PEg63aQA7L_RuwvLIEuQi-PJyj8h6w7muLIlMurCBC88tAiB40EhUsPOMbDSp_f7ChENcCOuYrp5Hr5iHGSwMJAmTMKDhJlBQfXX4hMtf8LnQ0ZHka34BiF86GgcZf/s1600/SeductionOfMyProperwife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAXPaPENSK7fPUY-PEg63aQA7L_RuwvLIEuQi-PJyj8h6w7muLIlMurCBC88tAiB40EhUsPOMbDSp_f7ChENcCOuYrp5Hr5iHGSwMJAmTMKDhJlBQfXX4hMtf8LnQ0ZHka34BiF86GgcZf/s200/SeductionOfMyProperwife.jpg" width="136" /></a></div>
Philip Thornton adored his new bride but found she was frigid in their marriage bed.<br />
<br />
Lillian did not know how to ease her fear of the bed until she was freed from her past.<br />
<br />
Aria was paid to educate and entice, but what she found was more than she ever dreamed possible.<br />
<br />
The Parisian Exposition of 1889...the world is changing and the three of them are caught in its whirl. Philip and Lillian went to Paris to save their marriage and to help Lillian overcome her fears. Aria danced and seduced Lillian, but before Lillian left, Aria found herself seduced, in turn, by the beautiful Englishwoman.<br />
<br />
When Philip and Lillian break all the rules and escort Aria around Paris for a week, will it be the beginning of their future? Or will this seductive interlude be nothing more than a dream?</blockquote>
<br />
<i>Puzzled at such a dichotomy, she allowed Philip to pull her along. They passed a pair of men sitting cross-legged on the ground. They smoked from a long tube attached to a tall, thin, glass spiral of some sort. Fascinated, Lillian tried not to stare, it was rude after all, but wondered what the contraption was called and what the men smoked from its cloudy insides.
<br /><br />
They entered a building with beautifully mysterious music and slight tinkling sounds. When Lillian looked up, she saw the dancers. They wore swaths of sheer fabric for skirts, covered in dozens and dozens of gold coins. Their bellies were bare, but their faces veiled.<br /><br />
Philip, still silent as he’d been since leaving their hotel room, guided her through the crowd to the front of the stage. Lillian, almost entranced by the sight, didn’t care who saw her or what they thought, she watched, mesmerized by the way these women’s bodies moved.<br /><br />
It was the most sensual thing she’d ever seen, and Lillian knew she should be ashamed, but couldn’t be. The danced ended and the women filed off stage. The crowd waited, clearly waiting like she was, to see if more was to come. But nothing more happened, save the men playing their strange instruments continued to do so.<br /><br />
As the crowd left the room, Philip smiled tenderly down at her and she felt that same fluttering in her belly she had the first time he’d done so. Straightening her shoulders, Lillian vowed to make this work. Even if she had to…
</i><br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQEpo-L04grMqWNWZjq1vz-kC3iexzQn6wIGfPRmy4-3iXkaAvh9XyJSrrKeyk6KIHhIeS6IAxYZElffHSRv2DukyyjZKtr47ww-eZg7dxjSqn2Ww60a21jTOpTqziHa32qlcE58ByB2w/s1600/KR+icon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQEpo-L04grMqWNWZjq1vz-kC3iexzQn6wIGfPRmy4-3iXkaAvh9XyJSrrKeyk6KIHhIeS6IAxYZElffHSRv2DukyyjZKtr47ww-eZg7dxjSqn2Ww60a21jTOpTqziHa32qlcE58ByB2w/s200/KR+icon.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
Kristabel Reed lives on the East Coast and loves to explore the steamier side of historical romance. "There are so many sexy situations that didn't just pop up in the 21st century and my goal is to burst the myth of the prim and proper debutante."<br />
<br />
She loves romances but historical ménages particularly which add an element of danger and discovery not seen in contemporaries. Historically speaking, unusual romantic connections put lives on the line-people were ostracized and some even put to the death.<br />
<br />
She loves reading, watching old movies, and anything Cary Grant. And is always interested in talking about erotic romance, so drop her a line: <a href="mailto:kristabelreed@yahoo.com">kristabelreed@yahoo.com</a>; or Tweet her @kristabelreed; find her blog: <a href="http://kristabelreed.blogspot.com/">kristabelreed.blogspot.com</a></blockquote>
<br />Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-48279687564201460722012-11-26T00:01:00.000-05:002012-11-26T00:01:00.409-05:00Breathless Press GLBT Releases - Virtual Tour and $20 GC Giveaway!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/11/virtual-blurb-blitz-breathless-press.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw44Uo3TdNMWjfXJjI-Y-GyZCRHZVA4_R-voW0tX9cYrRRjlLaS4tnFuLtIGobMUIBZWuhPIL_GYbSvEaAc3aro8U7_L49ftq0IaWF6kmKxjBoDhgxGQKgKiKbryVkkDYs4MroGiyGYXS9/s320/BBBT+Breathless+Press+November+GLBT+Banner+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Breathless Press is celebrating the release of four awesome GLBT 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 (<a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/11/virtual-blurb-blitz-breathless-press.html">and all the others during their one week tour, here</a>) earns you an entry to win a $20 Breathless Press Gift Certificate! You could BUY these books!<br />
<br />
Seriously ... check these out. If you can drag your eyes away from the covers, you'll love the blurbs and excerpts.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbvZYQG-YiitJLhbfRRf1wjqY0m3htBiR68KAcjo_fRYwERQYrHoWe3wl3q4vyfovQ2J9qe4pWoPz8YJKKTapO8T_v3txUeySl1PgGzw562Cq2auRfHX2Ku1MjkWt2qx8DqQMu3s7HWYF/s1600/BookCoverSlide_GLBT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbvZYQG-YiitJLhbfRRf1wjqY0m3htBiR68KAcjo_fRYwERQYrHoWe3wl3q4vyfovQ2J9qe4pWoPz8YJKKTapO8T_v3txUeySl1PgGzw562Cq2auRfHX2Ku1MjkWt2qx8DqQMu3s7HWYF/s400/BookCoverSlide_GLBT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
About <a href="http://www.breathlesspress.com/">Breathless Press:</a><br />
<br />
Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.<br />
<br />
Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.<br />
<br />
Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.<br />
<br />
Our Goal?<br />
<br />
Breathless Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance, releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.
<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDn6MOtZ449iHSbja8IfgutFPgXjLtSKEieE9OtOVANAwLk8apnWqWRdJYat8nMlLWVVKXsnByp_aV6-ncp2IoiD5YZE2fjYstOabeMrTs-D9jJBucSnNAbdyHsjgVnZzmjqEaXrBNcgF/s1600/Cover_BadMoonRising.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDn6MOtZ449iHSbja8IfgutFPgXjLtSKEieE9OtOVANAwLk8apnWqWRdJYat8nMlLWVVKXsnByp_aV6-ncp2IoiD5YZE2fjYstOabeMrTs-D9jJBucSnNAbdyHsjgVnZzmjqEaXrBNcgF/s1600/Cover_BadMoonRising.jpg" /></a></div>
<a href="http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=1&products_id=308">Bad Moon Rising by DC Juris</a><br />
<br />
Bryce finds himself smack in a zombie apocalypse, and meets the man of his dreams along the way.<br />
<br />
Bryce never expected to find himself smack in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and he certainly never expected to meet the man of his dreams along the way. But there's more than zombies in the way of his happily ever after. Richard comes with baggage, in the form of his on again, off again bipolar lover Cole, who is off his meds and descending into his own mental hell at an alarming rate. Will the three men be able to work out their romantic feelings? Oh yeah...and then there's that little issue of the zombies...</blockquote>
<br />
Excerpt:<br />
<br />
I jerked awake to the sound of glass shattering. A quick glance around told me it wasn't our window, but something outside, nearby. Fuck! The car! I jumped up but Richard caught my arm and yanked me down next to him. <br />
<br />
"Stay down!"<br />
<br />
"What's going on?" I whispered.<br />
<br />
"Looters," Cole revealed. "They're going up and down the street, searching cars."<br />
<br />
Well, at least they wouldn't steal it, since we had the keys, and the chances of them sticking around to do any real damage to it seemed pretty slim, too. All we had to do was wait it out, and they'd go away. <br />
<br />
Dolly stood and paced to the door, walking back and forth in front of it like she was on guard duty. <br />
<br />
On the street, yelling broke out, and gunshots echoed in the night.<br />
<br />
Richard cursed. <br />
<br />
Our visitors had apparently been discovered. Shouts of run and look out descended into just inarticulate screaming and then the unthinkable: Dolly started barking. <br />
<br />
Cole lunged for her, but the damage had already been done. The people outside started banging on our door, pleading to be let in.<br />
<br />
"What do we do?" I looked to Richard, who was shaking his head. <br />
<br />
"Nothing." <br />
<br />
"But if we don't let them in, they'll be infected," I argued. Those were people outside—we had to help them. What if the roles were reversed? What if that had been me outside?<br />
<br />
"And if we do let them in, we'll be infected." He reached for one of our backpacks and started shoving things inside. "We can't stay here. Cole, shut that damned mutt up!"<br />
<br />
"I'm trying!" Cole struggled with Dolly, trying to get her calmed down and quiet.<br />
<br />
Richard shoved a bag at me, hitting me square in the chest and bringing me back to reality. "Pack light. We'll be walking."<br />
<br />
"The car—"<br />
<br />
"Is compromised. We'll never get near it. Hurry up. Cole!"<br />
<br />
Cole scrambled back to us, dragging Dolly behind him.<br />
<br />
Outside the shouting and banging intensified. Someone must've gotten smart, because a brick came careening through an exposed part of the door glass near the top. It sailed through the air, barely missing Richard's head. <br />
<br />
"Time to go!" Richard shoved Cole toward the back door. "Bryce, help me with the boards!"<br />
<br />
I grabbed up a discarded hammer and handed it over to him while I fished in my bag for the crowbar I'd brought. We struggled with the boards, hacking and pulling. Richards face turned red with his exertion, and I felt the warmth of my own efforts spreading out from my arm muscles, making my chest tight and painful.<br />
<br />
"Hurry up, guys!" Cole shouted.<br />
<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkY7QlfpTulsZsxo_FSPp9fzlPdNZlhwJgPdIeDrq4r3gxfSss2zz5_DJxC86UGkYnTsL7L-sUe0qWA8pcI238lJmK4DaFrfGqQgsh7tHgJh0faq_xespUJeiHCdw8Eyx0Q5Jy9EAoVYq/s1600/Cover_Choices.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkY7QlfpTulsZsxo_FSPp9fzlPdNZlhwJgPdIeDrq4r3gxfSss2zz5_DJxC86UGkYnTsL7L-sUe0qWA8pcI238lJmK4DaFrfGqQgsh7tHgJh0faq_xespUJeiHCdw8Eyx0Q5Jy9EAoVYq/s1600/Cover_Choices.jpg" /></a></div>
<a href="http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=1&products_id=351">Choices by Em Woods</a><br />
<br />
When a rodeo clown, a small town veterinarian and his assistant form a complicated trio, they find it's their choices that determine who finds love.<br />
<br />
When rodeo clown Brandt Collins is forced into retirement by an injury in the arena, he heads to long-time friend Kaden Slater's hometown to settle down. As far as he's concerned if that old flame ignites into a wildfire, then all the better. <br />
<br />
Kaden is glad to see Brandt, but a little complication in the form of Kaden's new assistant, Mike, throws a wrench in all their plans. Sexy, smart and young, Mike wants Kaden more than he wants his next breath.<br />
<br />
Soon, misunderstandings and the past conspire to tear the trio apart before they've even begun. And now it's their choices that will determine who finds love - and who doesn't.</blockquote>
<br />
Excerpt:<br />
<br />
Standing on Sissy Andrews's snow-covered porch on New Year's Eve, Brandt Collins rubbed a gloved hand over the ache in his hip and then winced at the twinge in his rib cage.<br />
<br />
For the millionth time, he cursed the horn that had speared his leg a year ago and the bastards who'd pinned him down for a good old-fashioned butt-kicking. That was two weeks ago, but his body still hurt. If he'd been even a little younger than his thirty-five years, he could have come back from injuries like that. Granted, his hip only bothered him in the cold, but still, he wasn't quick enough to outrun the bulls.<br />
<br />
If nothing else, a rodeo clown had to be agile.<br />
<br />
Through the door, he could hear Elvis music and laughter. More of both than he cared to be around tonight. Brandt had just talked himself into heading back to his barren ranch house when the door swung open and a petite blonde launched into his arms.<br />
<br />
Despite the pain, Brandt whooped and spun her around. "Damn, girl. It's good to see you too."<br />
<br />
Sissy threw her head back and laughed as she squeezed him tighter. "You made it!"<br />
<br />
"Calm down, Sissy, or you'll knock him clean off the porch." That voice, deep and husky, settled over Brandt like a thick blanket. His insides warmed, and all the aches and pains faded. <br />
<br />
"She's all right, Kaden." Brandt dropped his squirming package to her feet. <br />
<br />
"Sorry!" She ruined the apology by hopping in place and clapping her hands together. "Come on, it's almost midnight. I thought you were gonna bail on me and make me come and find you. Of course, I would have just sent my brother." She waved a hand toward Kaden before she pulled them inside her small home and closed the door.
<br />
<br />
Brandt took his time removing his coat and gloves, using the moment of distraction to look his fill at the younger man. This was the first time he'd seen his friend since last winter, when Brandt had been laid up injured. Kaden's coal-black hair and meadow-green eyes melted Brandt's heart while his solid build and masculinity hardened Brandt's cock. <br />
<br />
He pulled in a deep breath to settle his nerves. Brandt reminded himself there was no guarantee Kaden was still interested in him. From the moment they'd made their choices all those years ago, Kaden had remained a solid friend—and nothing more. No lingering glances. No accidental touches. Kaden had always wished him well and sent him off with a large thermos of black coffee when he had to head back to the rodeo. Not once had he asked Brandt to stay.<br />
<br />
Not that he could blame Kaden. Brandt had been hot on the trail of the nearest rodeo, and Kaden was vet school bound. They had been too stubborn to compromise. Brandt was afraid they might still be.<br />
<br />
Brandt smiled and waved at people as they called out to him, but he didn't linger. Hell, he needed a drink. Spotting a large silver keg perched on the kitchen counter beside a collection of liquor, juices, and soda, Brandt made his way across the room, followed closely by Kaden. He pulled a plastic cup from the stack beside the beer, but Kaden snatched it from his hand.<br />
<br />
"You still on those meds?"<br />
<br />
Damn him for remembering. Brandt glared at Kaden and picked up another cup, holding it out to the sheriff, who guarded the alcohol. "Not your business."<br />
<br />
A slight lift of dark eyebrows was the only indication that Brandt's snide comment had hit home. Kaden stared at him for a moment, then dropped the spare cup onto the counter and walked away.<br />
<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wITO449_hIn7Ha0hDQkhtXa-yeR6kq64xlZRmDy4te_XgyP8C37jSpEBkDNQDyXW-OnbQqb5NA0BIsWICVUf-wxzn-_lhglSMKuUfRjDcsJ1mhXEn161_SaV4KMXD5RaDAr9Y-u_WgJZ/s1600/Cover_MakeMineToGo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wITO449_hIn7Ha0hDQkhtXa-yeR6kq64xlZRmDy4te_XgyP8C37jSpEBkDNQDyXW-OnbQqb5NA0BIsWICVUf-wxzn-_lhglSMKuUfRjDcsJ1mhXEn161_SaV4KMXD5RaDAr9Y-u_WgJZ/s1600/Cover_MakeMineToGo.jpg" /></a></div>
<a href="http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=1&products_id=360">Make Mine to Go by Dilo Keith</a><br />
<br />
Justin can usually satisfy Toby's diverse erotic desires, but when Toby craves something only another man can provide, will this test the limits of Justin's love?<br />
<br />
One key to the success of Justin and Toby's marriage is plenty of sexual variety, sometimes with other men they meet at the local BDSM club. While Toby assumes the submissive role in their power exchanges, it's more often Justin who generously caters to Toby's erotic appetites. Toby's interest in flirting with a salesman should be trivial in comparison to his other desires. Instead, it sends both men down uncomfortable paths.<br />
<br />
Toby manages to assure Justin that it was harmless fun, or so it seems at first. More troubling than Justin being unconvinced is that Toby doesn't entirely believe his own story. When Toby finally figures out he wants something only another man can give him, he knows it won't be easy to tell Justin. More importantly, is realizing a fantasy-- even an exceptionally compelling one -- worth the risk?</blockquote>
<br />
Excerpt:<br />
<br />
They joined my wrists behind me with a simple clip. Bound, blindfolded, and kneeling, I awaited my next orders. They whispered to each other. The bed dipped, and I could tell by the sound of a zipper Paul went for his toy bag on the floor. Justin was doing something too. My desire to know warred with the thrill of erotic darkness.<br />
<br />
"Suck me," Justin said.<br />
<br />
If he expected me to remove his jock without my hands, it wouldn't be quick. I hoped he remembered I felt foolish the last time we tried that. Thankfully, he'd just done it himself. I lapped at the trickle of pre-cum I found on his magnificent cock. Apparently uninterested in my reverent attitude, Justin pulled me down, leaving me with my face in his pubes as my main support, his cock nearly gagging me at first.<br />
<br />
Justin lifted my head with fingers tangled in my hair. That's such a turn-on. I keep it long enough to allow a good handful. "Having a little trouble, Toby?"<br />
<br />
"Just enough, sir."<br />
<br />
"Slut." He pulled me back down and kept his hands on my neck, more for symbolism than instruction.<br />
<br />
Paul smacked my upturned ass, slowly at first. It warmed and tingled under his masterful care. At some point he switched from bare hands to a fingerless glove that had studs or something, but not sharp like vampire gloves. The combined sensations of leather, studs, and bare fingers made it difficult to focus on Justin's cock. That divine balance of pleasure and pain could transport me to subspace if I weren't trying to do a decent job. Despite my best efforts, I lost my rhythm a few times.<br />
<br />
"Pay attention, boy. You've gotta work for it," Justin said with his typical "amused Dom" tone, the friendly taunt that showed he got off on my predicament.<br />
<br />
Meanwhile, in contrast to the delight of the sensuous spanking, my unattended boner was threatening to become painful. I probed the surrounding space, not expecting to find relief, but I had to try.<br />
<br />
"And no coming without permission," Paul reminded me. He gave me a few hard swats.<br />
<br />
Despite these distractions, I soon had Justin moaning and grasping my hair. I anticipated my creamy reward for a blowjob well done.<br />
<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Br5e9r5XVsWa7oN3JjIJtgtvhf24rR2FFGqCSc-_z_77T2rZgigpL7gVO1hCdvXeLqRvtjKaawNeupAXySOTd5tN3U2tQ8OX-B3iGfJvuC72C1D-8jRCE0sivgPRKhf15xxXwbkrBAWb/s1600/Cover_Willow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Br5e9r5XVsWa7oN3JjIJtgtvhf24rR2FFGqCSc-_z_77T2rZgigpL7gVO1hCdvXeLqRvtjKaawNeupAXySOTd5tN3U2tQ8OX-B3iGfJvuC72C1D-8jRCE0sivgPRKhf15xxXwbkrBAWb/s1600/Cover_Willow.jpg" /></a></div>
<a href="http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=1&products_id=363">Willow by Lee Brazil</a><br />
<br />
Making decisions is sometimes difficult for Willow Shaw, but loving Cade Lawson comes easily. Too bad Cade regards him as too young to know his own mind.<br />
<br />
As a favor for an old friend, cop Cade Lawson is keeping a watchful eye on his young neighbor, Willow Shaw. He'd thought that would involve some hanging out, watching movies and heart-to-heart talks on college life.<br />
<br />
But the Will who moved into his apartment building wasn't the same little boy who'd worshipped his father's friend. No, this Willow is rowdy, defiant, challenging, and alluring. He stirs feelings that Cade is uncomfortable with.<br />
<br />
Cade might be uncomfortable, but Willow Shaw is desperate. He's had a crush on Cade for years, and he'd hoped it would fade away one day. Hiding his growing feelings is his top priority, even if it means acting like a prick, because there is absolutely no way a man like Cade—strong, decisive, handsome, and experienced—is going to be attracted to him.</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
Excerpt:<br />
<br />
"Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you, Will. That's not something I take lightly." Look, not lust. The reminder was timely. When Matt Shaw had requested the favor, Cade had pictured himself and Will watching action movies, hanging out and having fun, much as they had when the kid was younger. Reality had been far different.<br />
<br />
Will snorted. "Right. I forgot. Well, I was seventeen then, and maybe he had some excuse, but I'm not a kid anymore. It's been eighteen months of fun with you peering over my shoulder, but I'm nineteen now and I don't need you looking out for me anymore."<br />
<br />
Cade reached out a hand to clasp Will's slender shoulder, but the young man flinched back, almost hiding behind the door. He shook off his disappointment. Will just didn't like him anymore; he had to get over the loss of affection. "You're still young, Will, and since your Dad can't be here to guide you, he asked me to keep an eye on you because he loves you."<br />
<br />
"Yeah. He fucking loves me so much, where is he?"<br />
<br />
Sadly, Cade shook his head. He clenched his fist around his keys in frustration. This wasn't the first time they'd had this argument, and probably wouldn't be the last. "He's working a lot of extra hours to pay for your college fees."<br />
<br />
"Tell me, Cade, when's the last time you spoke to my dad?"<br />
<br />
Guilty heat burned his neck. He'd spoken to Matt Shaw just yesterday. The man called regularly. Cade considered him a good friend. "Will, your dad and I have been friends a long time. We speak frequently, and it's not always about you, huh?"<br />
<br />
"Figures. You know when I spoke to him last? I can't remember. It's my nineteenth birthday, today, Cade. This is my party. You'd think he could call today, wouldn't you?" <br />
<br />
Damn Matt Shaw. Helplessly, Cade shrugged. "Happy Birthday, Will. I'm sorry to disrupt your party, but I've had a long night and I have to work in the morning. I just need peace and quiet and sleep."<br />
<br />
Footsteps in the gravel behind him drew Will's eye and he smirked knowingly at Cade. "Here's your boyfriend. Looks like your long night isn't over yet. Keep the noise down, you two. I have an exam in the morning and..." He leaned forward confidingly. "You may not realize this, but you're fucking loud when you fuck, dude."
<br />
<br />Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-62455545046630191582012-11-19T04:34:00.000-05:002012-11-19T09:34:31.708-05:00Reclaiming the Edge by Sara Brookes - virtual tour and giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBCmiE7yO35JbqxQR6KEdtrYsrPxll-GfGFHzwfApyZ6TKuxe_ib7d998PejxVTheFtV6MNopTgpl97ohxiCmqUwa7Ooe-xUBrQ8dusZPBye771GlaP5KpO7u0zSPpWJZ_7tDptVNy1OQ/s1600/NBtM+Reclaiming+the+Edge+Banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKBCmiE7yO35JbqxQR6KEdtrYsrPxll-GfGFHzwfApyZ6TKuxe_ib7d998PejxVTheFtV6MNopTgpl97ohxiCmqUwa7Ooe-xUBrQ8dusZPBye771GlaP5KpO7u0zSPpWJZ_7tDptVNy1OQ/s320/NBtM+Reclaiming+the+Edge+Banner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
The Menagerie welcomes Sara Brookes to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, an erotic romance titled "Reclaiming the Edge" and visit with her.<br />
<br />
Even better, Sara will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during her tour, so leave a comment here today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. <a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/10/virtual-nbtm-tour-reclaiming-edge-by.html">Her tour posts are listed here</a>.<br />
<br />
Now, on to the good stuff!<br />
<br />
<b>Describe yourself in three words.</b><br />
<br />
Romance, coffee, geek.<br />
<br />
<b>Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.</b><br />
<br />
When I write a book, I don’t tend to have any one particular person in mind. It’s usually only after the book is finished that I find some resemblance between them and an actor in a movie. With Reclaiming the Edge, it was the second time I got to work with these characters, so by then I had a good picture of them. Originally, my husband was watching The Punisher one day when I happened to walk into the den. And there was Thomas Jane. Talk, dark and brooding. Perfect. For the girl in the middle of the middle of this hot menage, Elisha Cuthbert always kept coming to mind after I was done writing Erin. Petite and blonde, she had the same coloring and mannerism I see for Erin. And to round out the trio wasn’t an actor an all. An athlete this time, the fast driving stock car racer Carl Edwards. Now I’ve watched racing for years, I grew up around it, but when a particular picture of Carl crossed my desk, well…hello, Cade.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-F3lNFD2c_OxUlzXdzthG7NQ3sxKrhFihxxXGD2PRttzRktgETSB_-4lbQM617w35W9rxP3i6cFt5nZJcuoIxdx47-UA9wqHTpwqHDxrjkMPXtiP-A9eazQT3PdLBR_uIUiiu3m5N2wkJ/s1600/pix+for+ma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-F3lNFD2c_OxUlzXdzthG7NQ3sxKrhFihxxXGD2PRttzRktgETSB_-4lbQM617w35W9rxP3i6cFt5nZJcuoIxdx47-UA9wqHTpwqHDxrjkMPXtiP-A9eazQT3PdLBR_uIUiiu3m5N2wkJ/s320/pix+for+ma.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br />
<br />
The car scene in Say Anything. The vulnerability of John Cusak’s character is just flat out awesome. Ranks right up there with the boombox scene in that movie as well, which is easily one of the most iconic moments in movie history. There are just so many things about that movie that still work to this day. Gotta love 80’s movies. They’re still some of my all-time favorite movies.<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br />
<br />
While it may not be the wildest, per say, I would love for someone to pamper me for a few hours where I don’t have to think about a thing. Okay, okay, so maybe a few someones. A few, well-built, fabulously muscled men to dote on my every desire isn’t too much to ask. Right?!?!<br />
<br />
<b>If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</b><br />
<br />
An interesting question, as I only have four senses already. Not too sure I’d want to lose another one. See, I have no sense of smell at all. Which always makes writing scents just a little tricky. Usually I have to ask friends or family for advice and have them describe a scent to me in some way. Having no sense of smell does come in handy sometimes. For instance, poopy diapers? Yeah, have no idea what it smells like. Of course, the flip side is that, since I can’t smell it, I’m usually the one changing it. *g*<br />
<br />
<b>What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b><br />
<br />
Maybe not the naughtiest, but certainly one of the earliest. Pre-school, in fact. There I was, happy as a lark, coloring away without a care in the world. Along comes my best friend at the time, who plops down and wants to color with me. Only, she wants to borrow my crayons. Being the selfish 4 year old that I am, I tell her no. She doesn’t like my answer and decides she wants to color with my red crayon even though I said no. My attention diverted, she swipes my red crayon. My favorite crayon of the bunch. I won’t stand for this and stand up and proclaim to the entire class that my best friend is a bitch. This leads to my parents being called and a trip to the pastor’s office (church pre-school). <br />
<br />
<b>Quickies:</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>Boxers or Briefs? </b><br />
<br />
Neither!<br />
<br />
<b>Top or Bottom? </b><br />
<br />
Bottom.<br />
<br />
<b>Pajamas or nude? </b><br />
<br />
Nude.<br />
<br />
<b>Alpha or Beta? </b><br />
<br />
Alpha.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSLX9GvP3r5IE6LcHuNfvaNJKAlGl4FzIFuCVUcE9-X3O282ji9m_eypRs2yRkh8g2NkofUp-0rSvLzS3WVd_9yFBNOPz_GiEZTqQarS1EtG0_LPz5G0m5vtg4hDjS0cfjLVz7K3xpP4A/s1600/Cover_reclaimingtheedge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSLX9GvP3r5IE6LcHuNfvaNJKAlGl4FzIFuCVUcE9-X3O282ji9m_eypRs2yRkh8g2NkofUp-0rSvLzS3WVd_9yFBNOPz_GiEZTqQarS1EtG0_LPz5G0m5vtg4hDjS0cfjLVz7K3xpP4A/s200/Cover_reclaimingtheedge.jpg" width="121" /></a></div>
The sexual journey of Dalton, Cade and Erin begins in Ragged Edge. You won’t want to miss the beginning of their lusty connection!<br />
<br />
It isn’t a birthday celebration without a little pain to chase the pleasure—at least according to Dalton and Cade, the two men who stole Erin’s heart. Relationships are complicated and Erin has been retreating—both emotionally and physically—from her lovers. Pushed away for reasons they don’t understand, and determined to erode her resistance, the men devise a wicked plan. They intend to use two very special gifts and one captivating night to reclaim her submission. But Erin’s trip to subspace extracts a heart-wrenching confession that threatens to rip the triad apart forever.<br />
<br />
Warning: Contains a well-trained, dirty-talking submissive who succumbs to the commands of her Master, custom nipple clamps, tongue wagging oral sex, a well-deserved punishment with a butt plug, men who share more than a few heart-racing kisses and a custom-made-work-of-art sex chair that shows this M/M/F triad just how powerful their passion for one another is. And that’s just chapter one.</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
<i>They drew her closer, cosseting her in their strong arms. How foolish had she been to push this away? She’d never doubted their love for a second, but she’d certainly doubted herself. “My men.” <br /><br />
A shadow darkened Cade’s eyes as he slowly exhaled. “I really want to stay, but my shift starts in an hour since I’m covering for Tommy while he’s away. And unless I want to go to work smelling like you two, I need to take a shower.” <br /><br />
He nudged her mouth with the tip of his tongue. She accepted him, loving the slide of his flesh against hers. Loving the way his careful, patient strokes seemed to melt away the last bands of constriction around her heart. His eyes were alight with arousal when he finally broke away and he turned, capturing Dalton’s mouth next. She treasured sitting this close, feeling the heat radiate from their bodies as they kissed. Though Cade was submissive, the kiss he branded on Dalton’s lips was anything but.<br /><br />
“Take care of our girl.” He moved away, gathered his clothes and closed the door as he left.
</i><br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWrh_kyB6JNGJY9zL04jT_Dgwhy-h3F1yTND254SmkAfIig5yWskelQEzq1waI3q793cTr9rj4NbYQuZVSrVzKQIESCIZBeJ6wstlFwtolwApm15PMoSqUO21Fr1BCTB_LGUqyraEN6ug/s1600/SaraBrookes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWrh_kyB6JNGJY9zL04jT_Dgwhy-h3F1yTND254SmkAfIig5yWskelQEzq1waI3q793cTr9rj4NbYQuZVSrVzKQIESCIZBeJ6wstlFwtolwApm15PMoSqUO21Fr1BCTB_LGUqyraEN6ug/s200/SaraBrookes.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. <br />
<br />
You can contact Sara at sara@sarabrookes.net or PO Box 5583 Suffolk, VA 23435<br />
<br />
Website: <a href="http://www.sarabrookes.com/">www.sarabrookes.com</a><br />
Twitter: @Sara_Brookes<br />
Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/brookesofbooks">http://www.facebook.com/brookesofbooks</a><br />
Facebook Author Page:<a href="http://www.facebook.com/authorsarabrookes"> http://www.facebook.com/authorsarabrookes</a><br />
New Release Announcement List: <a href="http://eepurl.com/mbG31">http://eepurl.com/mbG31</a><br />
<br />
Buy Link: <a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10382-reclaiming-the-edge.aspx">http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10382-reclaiming-the-edge.aspx</a></blockquote>
<br />Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-8997105189695468712012-11-12T00:01:00.000-05:002012-11-12T00:01:02.208-05:00Brother's Keeper by Elizabeth Finn - Virtual Tour and Giveaway <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-phLp8yLijpBjKaUCc7-BR-L_roQSSG9ak0FmRlwNrqebAff4WaibE8jfzt4Hs_qe5rh3M21SAuDMxAalZ8zKq5O6RBEMDsKOMS3Aho9lEp6LsLM9kBceS-RouombXQCtsslkHZkPApXp/s1600/VBT+Brothers+Keeper+Banner+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-phLp8yLijpBjKaUCc7-BR-L_roQSSG9ak0FmRlwNrqebAff4WaibE8jfzt4Hs_qe5rh3M21SAuDMxAalZ8zKq5O6RBEMDsKOMS3Aho9lEp6LsLM9kBceS-RouombXQCtsslkHZkPApXp/s320/VBT+Brothers+Keeper+Banner+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
The Menagerie welcomes Elizabeth Finn to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, an erotic romance titled "Brother's Keeper" and visit with her.<br />
<br />
Even better, Elizabeth will be awarding a $10 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during her tour, so leave a comment here today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. <a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/09/virtual-book-tour-brothers-keeper-by.html">Her tour posts are listed here.</a><br />
<br />
Now, on to the good stuff!<br />
<br />
<b>Describe yourself in three words.</b><br />
<br />
• Sarcastic<br />
• Smart<br />
• Shy<br />
And they all start with an S – I should get points for that!<br />
<br />
<b>Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.</b><br />
<br />
I have this fanatically huge crush on David Giuntoli’s character from Grimm, and I also love Carrie Mulligan’s sweet innocent look. David would be a good Logan Harrington, Carrey would be a good Rowan Avery.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IGZ3jM5oLMjMlVgi0FfOGRP5Ogxxo4nxYjEfcO0WNH6No-dTQtxM29tXpaKhJc3q2iIM1OUwuyK_kkbJxb64V_rVLen0_7T5Qef1G99CnBZx9oUVn0AWUfYH_Oo3M6EAQAWruUDVk77U/s1600/ma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IGZ3jM5oLMjMlVgi0FfOGRP5Ogxxo4nxYjEfcO0WNH6No-dTQtxM29tXpaKhJc3q2iIM1OUwuyK_kkbJxb64V_rVLen0_7T5Qef1G99CnBZx9oUVn0AWUfYH_Oo3M6EAQAWruUDVk77U/s320/ma.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Don’t they look cute together? Now, swap her brown eyes for his blue, and they’re perfect! I should work in Hollywood… He has the mature intense look to him, and she has the sweet innocent shy look to her! He’s actually a bit too old to play Logan, but hey, he’s David Giuntoli – I’ll forgive him for being 30ish. And for supporting characters… This is so much fun… Let’s go with Candace Accola for Sara Harrington (Rowan’s best friend and Logan’s sister) – She makes one of the best supporting characters in the world in my opinion, but then, I love The Vampire Diaries! Consequently, I would cast her to play Ashton’s best friend, Liz, from The Devil’s Pawn too! <br />
<br />
<b>What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br />
<br />
Hands down the first love scene in the movie <i>The Big Easy</i> – Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin circa 1986. HOT HOT HOT! This is still one of my all time favorite sexy-as-hell movie picks. And it has an awesome soundtrack if you like bluegrass or zydeco.<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br />
<br />
That is probably the most difficult question in the world to answer, and I can guarantee it changes at least weekly – I have an imagination. There’s this particular scene in my December release, <i>Restoring Jordan</i>… I’m not going to fill in the details, so you’ll just have to buy the book, but look for the scene that takes place in her kitchen, and you’ve got it! Let’s just say it involves more than just bodies…<br />
<br />
<b>If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</b><br />
<br />
Okay – rewind to anatomy class: sight, hearing, taste, touch, smell… TASTE – this would literally be the best diet plan in the entire world! I would almost willingly give up this sense for that purpose alone… That’s sad, but true! I would miss it, but it wouldn’t have the same impact as losing my other senses. Next would be smell, though I would miss that terribly, and it can be an incredible turn on, then it would be hearing, followed by sight. The one I’d like to give up the least would touch, because of course this means a loss of feeling as well – this would be painfully depressing to lose for obvious reasons. Come on I’m a romance writer… <br />
<br />
<b>What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b><br />
<br />
This is lame… I stole some golf tees from my cousins house. I got caught with them, and had to return them and apologize… Mind you I now understand just how much golf tees DON’T cost, so it makes it all the more humiliating. And if we’re really confessing, I was very very mean to someone in grade school. She didn’t deserve it, and a friend of mine and I intentionally got her in trouble for something she didn’t do. It is likely the meanest thing I’ve ever done, and I regret it to this day. I’m not a mean person in anyway whatsoever, and I got swept up in the moment. It was also very uncharacteristic of me. I was never a bully, and for some reason that I still can’t fathom, I went along with this ploy. I felt guilty instantly, and I still do to this day. <br />
<br />
<b>Quickies:</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>Boxers or Briefs?</b><br />
<br />
Boxer-briefs – I like the fit of the brief, but the length of the boxer.<br />
<br />
<b>Top or Bottom? </b><br />
<br />
Bottom – I’m a bit old-fashioned.<br />
<br />
<b>Pajamas or nude?</b><br />
<br />
Depends on the weather. I live in the Midwest, nude in the middle of a cold winter just isn’t fun. You’d more likely see me in flannel pajama pants, fleece socks, t-shirt, sweatshirt and five quilts on the bed…<br />
<br />
<b>Hairy chests or smooth? </b><br />
<br />
Somewhere between. I like the look of a smooth chest, but then I wonder what they had to do to get it… Shave, low testosterone level… Hair is masculine to me, but it needs to be managed…<br />
<br />
<b>Alpha or Beta? </b><br />
<br />
Alpha all the way! But loaded with moral integrity – even if he doesn’t realize it to start.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoZ6kkivXngFYBMvVOFAWnI7sKjUvhVY1P9xAuNht8UMYdtU4t1R73_Eg-c8p-9kZTFVG7LW-fyD_IihHd86rjX10eUCwu0_TtXxdhl55abzB-gtUlotdVNW_B-B2b8V0HwIpkVqOR4A_/s1600/Brother%E2%80%99s+Keeper300dpi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoZ6kkivXngFYBMvVOFAWnI7sKjUvhVY1P9xAuNht8UMYdtU4t1R73_Eg-c8p-9kZTFVG7LW-fyD_IihHd86rjX10eUCwu0_TtXxdhl55abzB-gtUlotdVNW_B-B2b8V0HwIpkVqOR4A_/s200/Brother%E2%80%99s+Keeper300dpi.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Rowan is a high school senior. Logan is her best friend’s much older brother. With one ill-fated phone call, Rowan’s darkest secret is discovered, and she finds herself at Logan’s mercy, begging for his silence. Can he keep his distance while protecting her from the secret threatening to destroy her?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></blockquote>
<br />
<br />
<i>I beg my brain to concentrate on my book but can’t seem to keep my eyes where they should be. I keep looking up and watching Rowan. She’s pulling off her clothes, and I almost choke until I realize she has her dance clothes on underneath. She is sitting spread eagle on the floor, her back to me, lacing her toe shoes up her ankles. I can’t take my gaze away from her. She looks up to the wall of mirrors in front of her and catches me watching her from behind. She smiles shyly, and I smile back. I sit with my book open on my lap for the entire hour but don’t manage to make it past the first page.<br /><br />
I watch her as she stretches. I watch her as she goes through positions. She is beautiful—her lines so elegant. She may look small and unobtrusive at any other time, but when she’s in her element, she radiates and takes over the room. Her face is confident and calm, seductive but not intentionally so. The way she moves is so effortless, and her body is so amazingly balanced as she easily forces her body into positions that would make the average person groan in pain. I almost burst out laughing as I remember the acrobatics she attempted just shortly ago outside on the sidewalk.<br /><br />
Watching her body move is mesmerizing and does nothing for my vow to control my desire for her. Gay as Anthony most definitely is, I’m unrealistically jealous of the way he is allowed to touch her, pushing her legs into exactly the position he wants, turning and spreading her hips at his leisure, even sliding his hand around her firm buttocks to catch the back of her thigh and lift her leg at just the right angle. I catch myself holding my breath on more than one occasion, and by the time her hour is up, I’m her number one fan. I love ballet. She strolls over to me and sits down. She looks down before I even notice and sees just how far I’ve not made it in my book. I’m still on page one.<br /><br />
She smiles shyly before commenting. “Must be a boring book.” She has no idea…<br /><br />
“In comparison to other things, yeah, you could say that. Are you ready?”
</i><br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVAOR53Y5i7OLKh5HrJq1EyT_HdPPKjfwaqhxZ99f1Onrf2ayDCWzzvgnPE2YIap0DLgyQk8rNJtDXEDxMtwbLlP_vfAXmWPZwXD5pTyJQ9B61hAQgowkAR2xlHwDBsfzWz-1fYPQWFHb/s1600/AuthorPic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVAOR53Y5i7OLKh5HrJq1EyT_HdPPKjfwaqhxZ99f1Onrf2ayDCWzzvgnPE2YIap0DLgyQk8rNJtDXEDxMtwbLlP_vfAXmWPZwXD5pTyJQ9B61hAQgowkAR2xlHwDBsfzWz-1fYPQWFHb/s200/AuthorPic.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
Elizabeth Finn is an Iowa native, where she lives with her husband and son. By day, Elizabeth is a Human Resources Specialist, but by night, she checks her professionalism at the door and immerses herself in the world of writing contemporary erotic romance. Look for more to come from Elizabeth Finn.<br />
<br />
Visit Elizabeth at <a href="http://elizabethfinn.wordpress.com/">ElizabethFinn.WordPress.com</a>, <a href="http://facebook.com/ElizabethFinnFiction">Facebook.com/ElizabethFinnFiction</a> or email to ElizabethFinn77@gmail.com. She would love to hear from you!</blockquote>
<br />Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-76259816698318463312012-11-08T06:29:00.000-05:002012-11-08T06:29:42.939-05:00Escalation Clause by Liz Crowe - Virtual Tour and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0v6gGdJQ-rXQdkKwoglbIGKFzZYWhmK-CK5BZVcxPfhoKwU-o_fSvJDLcDT022VIZsQ9Ag_HwSdfj54O-XysPCIJl7Fsvj4nJYDlIKXW189DvJOft5grO2rzdZi6bhZicr0KlHFEHrUDT/s1600/VBT+Escalation+Clause+Banner+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0v6gGdJQ-rXQdkKwoglbIGKFzZYWhmK-CK5BZVcxPfhoKwU-o_fSvJDLcDT022VIZsQ9Ag_HwSdfj54O-XysPCIJl7Fsvj4nJYDlIKXW189DvJOft5grO2rzdZi6bhZicr0KlHFEHrUDT/s320/VBT+Escalation+Clause+Banner+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
The Menagerie welcomes Liz Crowe to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, an erotic romance titled "Escalation Clause" and visit with her.<br />
<br />
Even better, Liz will be awarding prizes to three randomly drawn commenters during the tour: a signed copy of the new release (either ebook or print); $100 Amazon gift card; and a gift of Stewart Realty (Zazzle) swag of choice to randomly drawn commenters, so leave a comment here today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. <a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/09/virtual-book-tour-escalation-clause-by.html">Her tour posts are listed here.</a><br />
<br />
Now, on to the good stuff!<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Lust At First Sight</span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>A Chemistry Lesson</i></span></b></div>
<br />
I realize the question was do I believe in Love at First Sight but I wanted to put my own spin on it to explain why I don’t.<br />
<br />
Human beings are mammals, hardwired the meet their own basic needs. These include:<br />
<br />
<ul>
<li>Nutrition/hydration</li>
<li>The ability to let go of waste (excretion)</li>
<li>Air to breathe</li>
<li>Basic Internal Stability (homeostasis)</li>
<li>Sex</li>
</ul>
<br />
I realize that I’m using the foundation of a hierarchy (Maslow’s) that has these things more refined as you move up the pyramid. However, it is my argument that this base need to connect, physically, drives us more than we want to admit. And that many of us fight, and reject it, to the point of making natural human sexual activity taboo in any situation unless you’re mostly dressed, behind lock and key and in the missionary position.<br />
<br />
After a fair bit of success writing books that appeal to the female need to be stimulated by reading about explicit sexual activity I can say without reservation that I believe firmly in lust at first sight. You know….that glance from the guy in the elevator when it becomes a second glance that lingers….or the flirty co-worker who tempts just enough to make you find yourself hanging around late on a Thursday night at the office when you know he’ll be there…or the guy in the coffee shop whose fingers touch yours every morning when he hands you your latte and seem to linger longer every day….<br />
<br />
That ladies (and gents) forms the basis for the physical connection that can become love, eventually, and many times does not. I will be the first to acknowledge that many loving relationships come about from long-term friendship---they guy you grew up with who comes home from college and smacks you up side the libido with “wow.” Or the co-worker you befriend when he’s going through a break-up (or you are).<br />
<br />
I am no expert on the entirety of human psychology but I am on one thing—we love to have a hot and heavy connection with someone we find attractive. We get a need met. Where it goes from there can be a crapshoot but the natural chemistry of attraction typically comes first. My self-titled sub genre of romance: Romance For Real Life, explores this in ways that does not always appeal to traditional romance readers. My characters do connect, first on a very base level, and then usually screw up the emotions to the point of being apart sometimes years at a time before finally sorting out what they really want. I’ve been told it’s frustrating. But that the characters and plots are so well crafted, the reader can’t help but keep reading.<br />
<br />
REMINDER: ESCALATION CLAUSE: STEWART REALTY BOOK 6 IS NOT A STAND ALONE NOVEL. You should read the first 5 (which are all best sellers and have many 5+ star reviews) to get the WHOLE story.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-e8NnHg3xgBa9XjiLZsRKksro35O8NeKu4bb4ecWXaAMXQ44rokodTF7xHBy0dM-nPdxrYNx9zFpDQIfxnXOk3DXirnyjnw-W38CfPc_eOVBVlp7RUukf8yh1H1Is1RwwuUHAjtsxcC4/s1600/MEDIA+KIT+Escalation+Clause+-+eBook+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-e8NnHg3xgBa9XjiLZsRKksro35O8NeKu4bb4ecWXaAMXQ44rokodTF7xHBy0dM-nPdxrYNx9zFpDQIfxnXOk3DXirnyjnw-W38CfPc_eOVBVlp7RUukf8yh1H1Is1RwwuUHAjtsxcC4/s200/MEDIA+KIT+Escalation+Clause+-+eBook+cover.jpg" width="131" /></a></div>
Young love burns hot and bright. Soul mates are found, then lost in the blink of an eye. When young widow Maureen Gordon Taylor meets her daughter's sexy soccer coach, her body and heart slowly unthaw. But will holding tight to the past cost her a future? <br />
<br />
A devastating blow shatters a family's fragile happiness. Rob Freitag and Lila Warren now confront life without the emotional glue that once bound them, but a shared goal brings them back together. Is it enough to make them whole again and become the family they were meant to be?<br />
<br />
Mutual trust is hard won for the Gordons. When tragedy strikes, Jack and Sara’s lives are sent into a tailspin. To keep her family from falling apart, she must force Jack to admit his deepest fears. After everything they’ve been through, can they revive the spark and move to the next stage of marital fulfillment?<br />
<br />
The sweeping saga of the Stewart Realty series continues as long-time friends learn to rely on each other, and to grab hold of happiness before it's too late. </blockquote>
<br />
<br />
<i>The sunlight pierced the light haze of his sleep. Brandis groaned, rolled over seeking shade and found himself hand-and-kneeing it facing the brick pavers of his parents’ patio. “Christ in a sidecar what time is it?” He mumbled, flipping around so he sat, back against the chaise lounge that must have served as his bed for the night. Not that he recalled anything after the second joint. He groaned and ran a hand down his already sweaty face. <br /><br />
Jack walked out the back door, Mountain Dew in hand, dressed for work at his father’s construction site for the day. Brandis blinked at his friend. “How in the hell can be so awake and non-hung over? I feel like three day old shit.”<br /><br />
“You look like it, too.” Jack slammed the remaining soda and threw the can into the returnables' bin. “You taking those back today? We need food at the house while you’re at it.” <br /><br />
Brandis flipped him off. “I look like your personal shopper?”<br /><br />
“No,” Jack sat, laced his work boots up then leveled a deep blue stare at him. “You look like a guy lucky enough not to have to work on the Saturday after a giant pool party.” His friend leaned forward on his knees and gave Brandis an ominous look. “You also look like the guy who could possibly be messing around with my sister. I don’t recommend you be that guy. Not at all.” <br /><br />
“I’m…” Brandis started to say something, but he had nothing, so he stayed quiet. Jack stared him down, turned on his heel then left, letting the gate bang loud behind him. Brandis crawled to the edge of the pool, noted all the shit he needed to clean out of it including at least two condoms, then stuck his feet into the cold water, groaning when his temples started pounding to the beat of his heart. He put his head in his hands. Mo was the first thing he saw when he closed his eyes. Her bright blue eyes snapping with laughter, anger, and…desire … God help him, he had nursed a crush on her for years.<br /><br />
She’d been such a tomboy, running with him and Jack, tagging along then joining in the baseball, basketball, soccer whatever they concocted, up to and including egg throwing at Halloween and more less innocent vices. Their easy camaraderie had always allowed them to wrestle, to tickle, to touch. After she’d shown up at his house last month, determined to escape her jerk-off father, he thought he could just ease back into it. But, he hadn’t seen her in over a year, and in that time, she had become a full-fledged, jaw-dropping woman. Her tall, athletic frame was lush, lovely, full-hipped and inviting. The deep blue of her eyes and inky black fall of her hair made him want to bury his hands in it, to kiss her until she begged for more.<br /><br />
So, it seemed, his crush had bloomed into full-blown lust. A desire she apparently matched.<br /><br />
No way.
<br /><br />
He’d heard Jack’s message loud and clear. And as much of a man-whore as Brandis was, he was a loyal friend. So, Mo was off limits. Fine. He did not need that hassle, not now, with just a month and a half before he left for Colorado.<br /><br />
He leaned back on his hands and willed his cock soft, but the memory of her lips, and the feel of her skin against his if just for that one moment was not something he would soon forget. When he’d fucked that girl in the basement then realized Mo had been down there, watching them, it had taken him a couple of seconds to acknowledge he’d been picturing her beneath him, her body taking his, the sounds of her climax in his ears the entire time. <br /><br />
What a fucking mess.<br /><br />
“Hey,” he nearly jumped a mile into the air at the sound of her voice. “I, um, just want to say, you know, well…” She sat a couple of feet from him and let her feet dangle in the water. “Sorry.” She looked straight ahead.<br /><br />
“For what?” He cleared his throat, nervous beyond belief. <br /><br />
“For spying on you. I mean, I wasn’t, I was getting a drink and just kind of … oh hell. You know what I mean.” She looked down into the water. “This pool is disgusting.” She shoved a greasy looking floating seat away with her foot. “Are those…” She pointed to the used rubbers on the bottom.<br /><br />
“Yeah,” he ran a hand down his face, then jumped up and grabbed the skimmer. He cleared the condoms, a bottle of sunscreen and three beer cans from the pool, trying to ignore her. But his baser self would not cooperate and he had to grab a towel and fasten it around his waist to hide the damn tent in his shorts. She moved all the chairs back into their usual places and cleaned off the two glass-topped tables, finding yet another rubber in the grass near the back fence.
<br /><br />
“You guys sure do know how to throw a party.” She smiled at him, lifting his heart and making his damn cock pound in time with his headache. <br /><br />
“Huh,” he grunted, before turning the water on to refill the pool and taking a reading on the chemicals. Sweat dripped off his forehead, blurring his vision. Fuck it was hot out already and it was barely eight o’clock in the morning. She crouched down next to him, her arm grazing his, making him flinch. Crush, Brandis. Remember? She is a no-go zone. Don’t do it.</i><br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDNnllZDSrRsQOePhbkqmBZ7fXZ3ahMPSksgl-z7_HrD5EEdw3JcSV8bIlxhsenVN0YQkFD1xiPtSt_Io9R38wfpx_0Y911INGMXRneXh7KvAKatjFc_WD_qUAY2XkT-meJiTYk1vAMUt/s1600/MEDIA+KIT+Liz+Crowe%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDNnllZDSrRsQOePhbkqmBZ7fXZ3ahMPSksgl-z7_HrD5EEdw3JcSV8bIlxhsenVN0YQkFD1xiPtSt_Io9R38wfpx_0Y911INGMXRneXh7KvAKatjFc_WD_qUAY2XkT-meJiTYk1vAMUt/s200/MEDIA+KIT+Liz+Crowe%25281%2529.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>
Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as erotic romance author.
When she isn't sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications. <br />
<br />
Her groundbreaking romance subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”) <br />
<br />
Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high-powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.<br />
<br />
LINKS:<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.lizcrowe.com/">www.lizcrowe.com </a><br />
<a href="http://www.brewingpasssion.com/">www.brewingpasssion.com </a><br />
<a href="http://www.a2beerwench.com/">www.a2beerwench.com </a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/lizcroweauthor">www.facebook.com/lizcroweauthor </a><br />
<a href="http://www.twitter.com/beerwencha2">www.twitter.com/beerwencha2 </a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/romanceforreallife">www.facebook.com/romanceforreallife </a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/jackgordonrealtor">www.facebook.com/jackgordonrealtor</a><br />
Amazon Series - <a href="http://tinyurl.com/amzsrseries">http://tinyurl.com/amzsrseries</a><br />
B&N Series - <a href="http://tinyurl.com/bnnsrseries">http://tinyurl.com/bnnsrseries</a><br />
ARe Series - <a href="http://tinyurl.com/aresrseries">http://tinyurl.com/aresrseries</a><br />
<br />
Escalation Clause (pre-order link – Allromanceebook.com) - <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-escalationclause-923040-148.html">http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-escalationclause-923040-148.html</a></blockquote>
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iowrG0V__cI" width="400"></iframe>Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-16217539078485905342012-11-05T00:01:00.000-05:002012-11-05T00:01:00.454-05:00My Fair Dork by Daisy Harris - Virtual Tour and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/09/virtual-book-tour-my-fair-dork-by-daisy.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJZ3LuqT4Y2_Oxo78QcKXLrou_pI0OZt9ftGskO2jnbLeKdECYkmbi0yvmZlA4FIwMBUJgTqafC_AK4qHrXXJQSHVjcBiamrMU7vYZQtgc0_uKW6MnJ2zkOmvvMh1jWN4GRKhwZZmr47c/s320/VBT+My+Fair+Dork+by+Daisy+Harris+Banner+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
The Menagerie welcomes the very talented author Daisy Harris to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, a M/M romance titled "My Fair Dork" and interview her.<br />
<br />
Even better, Daisy will be awarding a large-size dildo, a scented penis candle, as well as a $20 gift certificate to the winner’s choice of Barnes and Noble or Amazon to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so leave one today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. <a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/09/virtual-book-tour-my-fair-dork-by-daisy.html">Her tour posts are listed here.</a><br />
<br />
Now, on to the good stuff!<br />
<br />
<b>Describe yourself in three words.</b><br />
<br />
Spunky, funny, motivated. I’d add unorganized, but that would be four. *G*<br />
<br />
<b>Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.</b><br />
<br />
Hmm. I’m not really sure. I generally look at stock images to get ideas for my main characters. A big reason for this is that it’s easier for me to fine-tune a character’s appearance to a stock image that matches than it is to find a stock image to match a character’s appearance.<br />
<br />
I suppose Harold Jacobs would be played by a teenage Patrick Dempsey. Teenage Patrick Dempsey was not only dorky, but also self conscious and slightly manic. Though Harold is calmer, his mind always goes a mile a minute. So that high-strung energy would suit him. Or, I could see him played by Anthony Michael Hall. But AMH was a little TOO manic for Harold’s personality. <br />
<br />
Owen McKenzie would be played by teenage Emilio Estevez. Or perhaps Avan Jogia (to give a more modern example.) Emilio Estevez looks more like him, but Avan Jogia has that effortless star quality. <br />
<br />
<b>What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br />
<br />
My favorite movie kiss of all time was the scene in <i>The Breakfast Club</i> where Molly Ringwald sneaks into the closet where Vernon is keeping Judd Nelson. As you may have gathered, I have a thing for 80’s high school movies.<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br />
<br />
I’m a pretty wild person, so my fantasies are pretty tame. A man who takes out the garbage without being asked, children who clean their rooms… It’s the simple things that feel like the hardest to attain.<br />
<br />
<b>If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why? </b><br />
<br />
I could do without my hearing. Things often feel too loud to me and I prefer to read than to listen. I supposed I’d have to learn sign language, and that would take some work. But I’m a much more visual person than an auditory one.<br />
<br />
What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?<br />
<br />
I was a goody-two-shoes child, but a horrible teenager. Basically, I turned from Hermione Granger into Joan Jett in Jr. High. I snuck out, drank, ran around with boys. Honestly, it was a much wilder time than it is now. All the teenagers I know now are honest and good. They hardly do anything wrong.<br />
<br />
My husband sometimes worries about the trouble our daughters will get into when they’re older, but I remind him that if I survived my youth, they’re certain to make it to 20 unscathed.<br />
<br />
<b>Quickies:</b><br />
<br />
<b>Boxers or Briefs? </b><br />
<br />
I prefer boxer-briefs, best of both worlds, and the guys on the ads for them are mega-hot. <br />
<br />
<b>Top or Bottom?</b><br />
<br />
I’ve always assumed everyone wants to bottom. In fact, it’s funny because in my 6th Holsum College book, Pride and Politics, the characters delve into some D/s stuff at the end and while some readers loved that aspect to the story, others felt like they were surprised that my hero Steve would want to be a sub in that relationship.<br />
<br />
But, I figured—doesn’t everyone want to be the sub in a D/s relationship? Personally, I’m not into BDSM at all, but it seems like everyone on the planet wants to be spanked and bossed around and fucked. So when a couple readers said, “He didn’t seem like that kind of guy”, I was like, “Aren’t all guys that kind of guy when given a chance?”<br />
<br />
See, his co-hero Hunter is such a cold, harsh, bossy person. It seemed like a waste for anyone to be with Hunter and not take advantage of that part of his personality. Like, I’m a great cook. My husband isn’t “the kind of guy” to expect his wife to cook all the time. But, I am a good cook, so he avails himself of my skills.<br />
<br />
Of course, my thoughts on the top/bottom dynamic leads to the occasional fight for the bottom in early drafts of my stories, when my characters are all, “No, you top!”, “Oh no, I don’t need to, I’m happy for YOU to top.” But I generally get that all worked out by the time I’m reading to submit the story.<br />
<br />
<b>Pajamas or nude?</b><br />
<br />
Pajamas. For myself at least. I’m perfectly happy for my characters to sleep nude.<br />
<br />
<b>Hairy chests or smooth?</b><br />
<br />
I’ve always preferred hairless guys. The first love of my life was Asian, and hence had no body hair, and my husband, though white, is pretty low on the body hair scale.<br />
<br />
However, I am not a fan of manscaping. Stubble is way worse than hair, and I hate it when I see a romance cover with a guy who’s supposed to be rough and ready and all barbaric, and I can see his bikini wax is growing out.<br />
<br />
<i>:::Shivers and gags:::</i><br />
<br />
The older I get, the more I appreciate some fur on a guy. But maybe that’s because my husband, though smooth for a guy of forty, is getting fuzzier with each passing year.<br />
<br />
<b>Alpha or Beta?</b><br />
<br />
Beta all the way. I like my heroes funny, sarcastic, neurotic, tentative, and sweet. Confession: I’ve never been one for contemporary male-female romance, because I can’t stand the hardcore alpha males.<br />
<br />
The obligatory spanking (and/or shaming) scene? Ew, ew, ew!<br />
<br />
A major reason I write M/M romance is that I like my characters to be equals. Or at least to have the potential to be equals. I’ll never write a book like 50 Shades of Grey, but so be it. I like my men nice. Well, except for Hunter Ford. I like him when he’s an ass.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhza_IKvAarPhm6PNwIBeDyUzWDBnC8B5M5GvrQAIxmK2GMiY_eG3DVE6JT6vPE7rNsWIsH_uaDDUDjohBiuxQmsq92nIw_nun7uFif44Gt6mUynrJCFYNOv6HmDsdZKRslRlAtjxVo9f0T/s1600/Cover_MyFairDork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhza_IKvAarPhm6PNwIBeDyUzWDBnC8B5M5GvrQAIxmK2GMiY_eG3DVE6JT6vPE7rNsWIsH_uaDDUDjohBiuxQmsq92nIw_nun7uFif44Gt6mUynrJCFYNOv6HmDsdZKRslRlAtjxVo9f0T/s200/Cover_MyFairDork.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
They say a guy can never be too hung. Well, Harold Jacobs doesn’t know who they are, but they’re wrong. Socially awkward for as long as he can remember, Harold feels his enormous package is just one more thing to be embarrassed about. Especially once hunky and popular Owen McKenzie notices it in the showers.<br />
<br />
Owen knows he’s bi, but he keeps that secret close to his chest. He likes Harold, and wants to help him shed his dorky image and maybe even find a boyfriend. Still, Owen can’t stop obsessing about Harold’s equipment. And much as he doesn’t want to flip-flop on his sexuality, Owen does want to test-drive what Harold has between his legs.<br />
<br />
Their friendship erupts into full-blown lust. But can Owen accept the loss of his golden child status and be Harold’s boyfriend? And can Harold outgrow his insecurity in time to keep the man he loves?</blockquote>
<br />
<br />
<i>He put his hands on the girl’s hips and started to sway into her from behind. They weren’t the only people three-way dancing, so it didn’t feel too weird. But Harold still kept his eyes closed so he wouldn’t have to see Owen staring at him across the barrier of the girl’s presence.<br /><br />
It wasn’t bad, pressing against her back. She was soft, and her ass squishy. The round globes of it kept bumping into Harold’s hips. But he wasn’t too bothered. She smelled like perfume, and felt more like cuddling into a comfy blanket than anything remotely sexual. Harold was happy not to be worried about getting an erection for once in his life.<br /><br />
The girl leaned back and hooked her hand back behind Harold’s head. Then Owen followed suit. First his hand covered hers, and then Owen eased his hand to the side, so he was cupping Harold’s nape.<br /><br />
And Harold sprung wood. It happened so fast that he was grinding it up into the girl’s butt crack before he even realized what was going on.<br /><br />
He tucked his hips back, and wrenched his head out of Owen’s hold. Harold pulled away from the two of them, but although he wanted to storm out of the party like he had from Eta Xi, he held back. After all, for once he’d gotten a boner while touching a girl. It must have been some kind of miracle.<br /><br />
“Wow.” The girl gave him a flirty wink. She’d never stopped dancing, though she moved away from Owen to come to his front. “Is that a salami in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?”</i><br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqE0aCwD6tu491lcB_HhqUxAP0rM78kVhZIjNmdEIn6YhHeOlRfyakkb8A4uZ_S0saCQVA1dCmOiSsY76UkeFIU5tDKNbBBcNpdnmXY44ciOQyvx84EwDmD81SFRNJNDqbu8tp2I4aR_z/s1600/Daisy+Head+Shot+2-11-11+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqE0aCwD6tu491lcB_HhqUxAP0rM78kVhZIjNmdEIn6YhHeOlRfyakkb8A4uZ_S0saCQVA1dCmOiSsY76UkeFIU5tDKNbBBcNpdnmXY44ciOQyvx84EwDmD81SFRNJNDqbu8tp2I4aR_z/s200/Daisy+Head+Shot+2-11-11+small.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.<br />
<br />
She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.<br />
<br />
Links: <br />
My website: <a href="http://www.thedaisyharris.com/">www.thedaisyharris.com</a><br />
Twitter: @thedaisyharris<br />
Siren Page: <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/daisy-harris">http://www.bookstrand.com/daisy-harris</a><br />
Book buy link: <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/my-fair-dork">http://www.bookstrand.com/my-fair-dork</a></blockquote>
<br />
<br />Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-1521955638081053422012-11-03T00:30:00.000-04:002012-11-03T00:30:00.248-04:00Sexy Cover Saturday ~ IT House Call<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s1600/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="147" width="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s400/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" /></a><br /><Br />
<br /><Br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoIx-qyiPtDR9HKtuvcQ6006fPSAragc9275XG3iltOTu9yjTrA5m2VfE6OScq33JzbUk0BMAcVm534H0A2k0VuRBprxOWFBeDyQX6avp1BaCbNt6_Ff-QviZwvK2x5XwRjLRvtorvhU/s1600/IT+House+Call+-smaller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoIx-qyiPtDR9HKtuvcQ6006fPSAragc9275XG3iltOTu9yjTrA5m2VfE6OScq33JzbUk0BMAcVm534H0A2k0VuRBprxOWFBeDyQX6avp1BaCbNt6_Ff-QviZwvK2x5XwRjLRvtorvhU/s400/IT+House+Call+-smaller.jpg" /></a></div><br /<br />
<b>IT House Call</b>
<br /><br />
<blockquote>Workaholic Simone needs a little computer help for her side business. What she gets is a whole lot more!
<br /><br />
Afraid of making the same mistakes as the other women in her family, Simone always focuses on work and keeps sex to the fantasy stories that fit around her schedule. When coworker and IT guru Jared finds her stories, he gives her a taste of just how thrilling the real thing can be! Forced seduction and blackmail turn Simone on even as she tries to resist every new scenario the younger man creates. From sex at work to doing a group and even satisfying the hot young executive who could fire them all… Simone might be saying no, but she’s finding out that it’s okay to say YES!</blockquote><br /><br />
<i>Genre: Contemporary Erotica, Group Sex/Orgy, Fetish-Focused: Forced Seduction and Dubious Consent</i>
<br /><br />
Available at: <br /><br />
Publisher: http://www.stiffrainpress.com/m8/05-978-1-62344-004-6--it-house-call-by-cherry-o.html
<br /><br />
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/IT-House-Call-ebook/dp/B0091IBQ6E/
<br /><br />
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ithousecall-918835-144.html
<br /><br />
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/it-house-call-cherry-o/1112616342?ean=2940015193718
<br /><br />
Now a little bit about Cherry O!
<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDq-Y4mAvIogiJWzW_hUV7t2TP8zDTg1BKlpoMUpXCZP-T5sWHUNhaGDzPhvDnyfMR3WEjKvIuRkahwkwZ-srbe9WLi7ntjulwCsntaqSXGVlyOWKdEFKfqgksdd_snlgddj7nVp5uads/s1600/CHERRY+O.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="120" width="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDq-Y4mAvIogiJWzW_hUV7t2TP8zDTg1BKlpoMUpXCZP-T5sWHUNhaGDzPhvDnyfMR3WEjKvIuRkahwkwZ-srbe9WLi7ntjulwCsntaqSXGVlyOWKdEFKfqgksdd_snlgddj7nVp5uads/s320/CHERRY+O.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Cherry O is the pen name for a very introverted and slightly OCD author. Addicted to writing erotica, she breaks rules and tries new things through her characters. She lives in the Midwest, honors her Celtic heritage, and is watched over by a black cat.
<br /><br />
Blog: http://eroticaauthorcherryo.blogspot.com/
<br /><br />
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cherry-O/265209443578514?ref=hl
<br /><br />
Author Page: http://www.stiffrainpress.com/60.html
<br /><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-40313616924100519132012-10-31T21:18:00.002-04:002012-10-31T21:18:40.144-04:00RitualKealie and I wrote a short story, that's turning into a longer story. Hey, we work well together, once we get going. Anyway, here's a snippet and the cover I designed!
<br /><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Mm3Iltm1OMy7JB2lZa_d62U4ec4bQcasgZJm4JRwQuS_YopbcwbpYMeKIcCAAaN245iN28UubgIPqEtQQKadTBLnHWJkeR01gRgBSiQJssVLucweIpHYwoYAzrDzp22wA8tiTi93rQOQ/s1600/Ritual+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Mm3Iltm1OMy7JB2lZa_d62U4ec4bQcasgZJm4JRwQuS_YopbcwbpYMeKIcCAAaN245iN28UubgIPqEtQQKadTBLnHWJkeR01gRgBSiQJssVLucweIpHYwoYAzrDzp22wA8tiTi93rQOQ/s400/Ritual+Cover.jpg" /></a></div>
<br /><br />
“My Lord! The Lady Cora! She is outside the gates.”<br /><br />
“Well, then let her in!” Dmitri wasn’t at all sure why Carlton was in such a tizzy.
“I cannot, she seems to have collapsed at the gates, and I will not be able to gather her in time before the sun rises, my Lord!”<br /><br />
Clarity hit Dmitri like a hammer upside the head. In a blink he passed Carlton in the doorway. “Which gates?” His voice barely an echo as he blew past the old man.
“The front, Sir!”<br /><br />
Even though he was already down the hall and up the stairs, he heard Carlton’s words as if the man stood next to him. Dmitri felt the prickle along his back that heralded the beginning of the rise of the sun, and knew, “No time, no time.” He’d never make it to the gates and back inside running.<br /><br />
He stopped moving, took a deep breath, and stood still long enough to focus. Dematerializing he cast his particles through the air to the front gate. He materialized just outside the gates, grateful the sun was still low enough on the horizon to provide enough shade that he could stoop and snatch the bundle of what appeared to be clothing crumpled at the base of the pillars holding the wrought iron gates guarding his compound. He took another deep breath then dematerialized again, holding the precious cargo, before the sun could rise further and burn his sensitive skin.<br /><br />
Dmitri materialized directly inside the front doors of his home. While short exposure to the sun wouldn’t kill him, it would burn a bit. And too long, and he would wish he was dead. Then again, he was old enough the sun didn’t have much effect on him any longer. Cora on the other hand…<br /><br />
Winded he leaned back against the wall beside the door and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. In his slightly weakened state, he shouldn’t have been able to manage such a feat as two dematerializations in such quick succession, but his powers had a mind of their own when it came to the female in his arms.<br /><br />
Dmitri gained control of his breathing and gazed down at the woman in his embrace. Her face was obscured by the hooded cloak she wore, so he shifted his hold on her to move the folds of fabric that he might see her face. He lost his breath again when he saw the condition she was in.<br /><br />
The normally plump, vibrant woman he knew was nowhere to be found. Instead, in her place was a pale skeletal imitation wrapped in threadbare oversized clothing. Her skin stretched tight over bones and sinew, but the bare evidence of the muscles along her arms told him that she wasn’t yet beyond saving. Her hair, usually a lush and shiny gold, was dry and straw-like in consistency and color.<br /><br />
“Oh, koshka, what have you done to yourself?”<br /><br />Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-16213041170899964022012-10-29T00:00:00.000-04:002012-10-29T00:00:07.636-04:00Monday Author Interview with Paloma Beck!<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNVYPefTYsphuTeNdAorjLzgo0eXa27MDxPUyCvKlF_czERnUzpstkoYBkgN3yn80xj0krJ3KzSAmFh3iEnLxaIh9xx9sCBUqtf88mASrcKlggt4ri7f-mqb0B6bIStT4Eqklo61STFs/s1600-h/author_interview_banner_copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 51px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320531784072130770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNVYPefTYsphuTeNdAorjLzgo0eXa27MDxPUyCvKlF_czERnUzpstkoYBkgN3yn80xj0krJ3KzSAmFh3iEnLxaIh9xx9sCBUqtf88mASrcKlggt4ri7f-mqb0B6bIStT4Eqklo61STFs/s400/author_interview_banner_copy.jpg" /></a>
<span style="color:#990000;">Today I’d like to welcome my friend Paloma Beck to the couch. She’s here to talk about her latest book and answer our decadent questions. So let’s get on with the interview. Hi Paloma! How are you? Why don’t you describe yourself in three words. </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Closeted Erotic Author. In everyday life, I am just the average mom of three boys. I drive carpool, volunteer in PTA and teach religious education. Most people wouldn’t believe it if I told them what I write. In fact, those who’ve found out –because they read the naughty things I write- were shocked at first that I even read erotic romance, forget write it! </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Hee hee. It’s always fun to mix things up. We do it here all the time. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why! </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Isla Fischer would be the perfect Layla. That sweet look of innocence is perfect.
Joe Manganiello could be Madden. Definitely dominant, he exudes dark and dangerous.
Bradley Cooper could be Anton. Handsome but in a less hunk/ more tender way. </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Oh, you’ve named two of my man weaknesses. I’m all in for that. Where do I sign? What’s your favorite love scene from a movie? </span><br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Mmm… there’s this scene when Anton is playing the piano while he and Layla are waiting for Madden to come home. I’ve included the photo that inspired the scene and how about a snippit from that scene too…
<br /><Br />
<i>Anton’s music grew louder and louder—the gentle rhythm gone—and Madden responded in kind. His teeth brushed over her clit, before his lips closed fully and sucked it into his mouth until Layla screamed out in agonized pleasure. Her screams were eaten up by the music as her orgasm was eaten by Madden. His tongue gently licked away her orgasm and she melted, no longer able to hold herself up on her elbows she lay down on the top of Anton’s piano.<br /><Br />
It was only a moment before she felt Madden lift her. She didn’t open her eyes, too relaxed to do more than enjoy the afterglow. Her skin was slick with sweat, sated yet still a hunger swirled inside. The memory of Anton watching her orgasm wouldn’t let her go.<Br /><Br />
Shock caused her eyes to fly open as Madden placed her on Anton’s lap, directly onto his fully erect, unclothed cock. That’s when she realized he no longer played. She sank onto him slowly as Madden continued to support her. The room was silent—the lack of sound almost eerie after the room had been filled with music. </span><Br /><Br /></i>
<span style="color:#990000;">Nicely hot! What’s your wildest fantasy? </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">To be Layla. I think I’m only half kidding – what woman wouldn’t want what she gets? Two incredible men available to her, committed to meeting her every need, sexy as hell, stronger than the average man with incredible stamina. Yea, sign me up for that! </span><br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Hee hee. A man with stamina... Wish they were all like that. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why? </span> <br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">My sense of smell. I’ve heard you tend to eat less because you can’t smell it – that’s one diet plan I could stick with! </span> <br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Makes sense. Grin. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid? </span> <br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">I read Judy Blume’s Forever after my dad –a Baptist Deacon/ Preacher- forbade it. And life was never the same again. No, he never did find out but my whole addiction to romance books took flight from that book. </span><br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">And now for the hard questions. Yes, the ones that are fast and funny! The <i>Quickies</i>:<br />
Boxers or Briefs? </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Boxer briefs. </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Top or Bottom? </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Bottom. </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Pajamas or nude? </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Nude. </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Hairy chests or smooth? </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;"> Hairy. </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Alpha or Beta? </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Alpha. </span>
<br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Here’s a little about the book: </span><br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Lustful Cravings Promo Sheet<br /> <Br />
Series: Seven Sin Sisters Series, Book One<br />
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance<br />
Elements: Adult language/ Ménage<br />
Author: Paloma Beck<br />
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing<br />
ISBN: 978-1-61885-352-3<br />
Page Count: 96</span><br /><br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Read on! </span><br /><br />
<blockquote>Seven sisters are entwined in a legacy bigger than anyone ever expected. One by one, they will find their mates from the immortal Valendite breeds and secure their place in history. Each sister embodies one of the seven deadly sins only to be cast aside once claimed. But claiming comes at the price of separation, causing a weakening of their combined powers, which none want to happen... until Layla, holding the sin of lust within her body, locks eyes with Madden. <br /><br />
Madden is one of the strongest of the Valendite Breed, a group of near-immortal men originating from the Italian Wars in the 1500s. Today, the Valendite Breed serve as the Terrorist Elimination Unit (TEU), an invisible arm of the CIA. Their only weakness is their need for a mate to carry on the Breed. So now that Madden has found Layla, he will never let her go. <br /><br />
With forces mounting up against the Breed, Madden and Layla will need to rely on all of their powers combined to get them to their Pronouncement. <?blockquote></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9IVundQwWdltp1_VMwSxjHMqfuwFVe3QfmUpW_11YGcUnVy720JSYR46AP8OxIvYVlZuusmdJoS7Yszaz2RPQv2JDciXnIcpzcfUrfrhOcy2L8RS6IJxIZqy7wrDLUaS8LrJh3i0Vsg/s1600/Cover+LustfulCravings+LRG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="220" width="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9IVundQwWdltp1_VMwSxjHMqfuwFVe3QfmUpW_11YGcUnVy720JSYR46AP8OxIvYVlZuusmdJoS7Yszaz2RPQv2JDciXnIcpzcfUrfrhOcy2L8RS6IJxIZqy7wrDLUaS8LrJh3i0Vsg/s320/Cover+LustfulCravings+LRG.jpg" /></a></div>
<span style="color:#990000;">Where to Buy: </span><br /><br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Secret Cravings Publishing<br />
http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=383<br />
All Romance<br />
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-lustfulcravings-910661-140.html<br />
Amazon<br />
http://www.amazon.com/Lustful-Cravings-Seven-Sisters-ebook/dp/B008XB10AC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1344973534&sr=8-2&keywords=lustful+cravings<br />
Barnes & Noble<br />
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lustful-cravings-paloma-beck/1112483848?ean=2940014873369</span><br /><br />
<span style="color:#990000;">And now a little about Paloma! </span><br /><br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Paloma Beck is an erotic romance writer in both the Contemporary and Paranormal realms. Happily married and living a life of total contradiction, Paloma runs carpool service for her three sons, volunteers in PTA and teaches religious education. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicS8sZFg_Wd9shgBzlAyptlorklVZkQGfC4cDGgbujHghJTdZ_4-mYUJmhkZuxEOOo5aKqFYOueL92aCctXfzR8QsBO-BJpRb_-2jPzaCSz9cpvrPr-HOvSqPpxi9xDX6TB_3qUIIwa6I/s1600/DSC03985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="220" width="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicS8sZFg_Wd9shgBzlAyptlorklVZkQGfC4cDGgbujHghJTdZ_4-mYUJmhkZuxEOOo5aKqFYOueL92aCctXfzR8QsBO-BJpRb_-2jPzaCSz9cpvrPr-HOvSqPpxi9xDX6TB_3qUIIwa6I/s320/DSC03985.JPG" /></a></div>
Then in the moments when her characters talk to her, she journals their stories - and they are anything but PG. As a natural introvert, quiet time with her characters is necessary to keep sane while writing is the perfect outlet for her creativity. <br /><br />
Paloma believes a daily dose of coffee and a good book make any day better. <br /><br />
BLOG: http://RomanceBeckons.blogspot.com<br />
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/PalomaBeck<br />
FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/PalomaBeckAuthor<br />
FACEBOOK PAGE: http://www.facebook.com/SevenSinSistersSeries<br />
GOODREADS: http://goodreads.com/PalomaBeck<br />
AMAZON: http://www.amazon.com/Paloma-Beck<br />
ROMANCE REVIEWS: http://www.theromancereviews.com/PalomaBeck<br />
PINTEREST: http://pinterest.com/PalomaBeck</span>
<Br /><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>
Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-85125937247872045732012-10-28T00:00:00.000-04:002012-10-28T00:00:01.741-04:00Sunday Book Video - My Immortal by Wendi Zwaduk<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KijLndohe3w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
<Br /><Br />
<blockquote>
<i>What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340 year old vampire?</i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=904" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimo4tVtuDvhu2UUGZdeqJQtPP2p8I7Y_FmG6ABuccVuoFavenGAOx_0GuOaoAfvr1tgB7aHq6uxpoFZT3ASJhpkb6spcuwF7bdVpylgy8wkCgZii6ShZVQ6E4rcc4lkJm6Ewi29C1ti30/s200/myimmortalimage.jpg" /></a></div>
<Br /><Br />
<i>Run like hell or offer her heart.</i>
<Br /><Br />
Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie “Stevie” Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.
<Br /><Br />
Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?
<Br /><Br />
This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback. Includes smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.
<Br /> <Br />
</blockquote>
<i><a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=904">Available here!</a> </i>
<Br /><Br />
Site: <a href="http://wendizwaduk.com/">http://wendizwaduk.com/</a><Br />
Blog: <a href="http://wendizwaduk.blogspot.com/">http://wendizwaduk.blogspot.com/</a><Br />
Twitter: https://twitter.com/WendiZwaduk<Br />
Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/wendi.zwaduk">http://www.facebook.com/wendi.zwaduk</a><Br />
Fan page: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wendi-Zwaduk/195277927167481?ref=tn_tnmn">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wendi-Zwaduk/195277927167481?ref=tn_tnmn</a><Br />
Amazon: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/author/wendizwaduk">https://www.amazon.com/author/wendizwaduk</a><Br />
Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3495446.Wendi_Zwaduk">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3495446.Wendi_Zwaduk</a> <Br />
<Br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-83257913309213917162012-10-27T00:30:00.000-04:002012-10-27T00:30:02.935-04:00Sexy Cover Saturday ~ The Power of Three by Jessica E Subject<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s1600/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="147" width="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s400/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" /></a>
<br /><Br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmZzYhBC_q2Km3nX9CsWcwAu65eU7f9M5KaJSdQTav9mroalxCDcpfihUrCnXfPuc1LIku3cA5bLnzgeIrScttg3M-mrL8xsa4hs22cwCorLoPW59WYDQS_NK0OEBdx_F63H-la2LhCE/s1600/ThePowerOfThreeFinalMed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmZzYhBC_q2Km3nX9CsWcwAu65eU7f9M5KaJSdQTav9mroalxCDcpfihUrCnXfPuc1LIku3cA5bLnzgeIrScttg3M-mrL8xsa4hs22cwCorLoPW59WYDQS_NK0OEBdx_F63H-la2LhCE/s400/ThePowerOfThreeFinalMed.jpg" /></a></div></center>
<Br /><Br />Cursed to live amongst several stone gargoyle statues, Oscar watches a young couple, yearning to participate in their sexual activities. For he has been away from his own lovers for over a year, and longs to touch and be touched again.
<Br /><Br />
When he tumbles off the headboard onto the couple, he is released from the statue but must find a way home. His only thought: a ménage with the man and woman who freed him. But will they try something new to grant him his return passage, or leave him wandering Earth alone?
<Br /><Br />
Now available from Decadent Publishing, Amazon, All Romance Ebooks & more!
<Br /><Br />
For more information and buy links, please visit: <a href="http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/?page_id=10029">http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/?page_id=10029</a>
<Br /><Br />
Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories.<Br /><Br />
Website/Blog: <a href="http://jessicasubject.com">http://jessicasubject.com</a><Br />
Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/jsubject">http://twitter.com/#!/jsubject</a><Br />
Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-E-Subject-author/205759796126370">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-E-Subject-author/205759796126370</a><Br />
Amazon Author Page: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-E-Subject-author/205759796126370">https://www.amazon.com/author/jessicasubject</a>
<Br /><Br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-91941039354169969222012-10-26T09:11:00.000-04:002012-10-26T09:11:04.090-04:00Blatant Promo ~ Friday Fun with Megan!I'm going to be bad and blatantly promo my own work today. It's Friday. It's fun and it's gross out, so why not snuggle up with a good book? Like one of mine? Grin. I'm still with Kealie cooking up a surprise for everyone for Halloween. BUt for now, why not try <i>Savage Protector</i>. Here's a little bit about it and an excerpt!<br />
<Br />
<a href="http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1923">Forever Wicked: Savage Protector</a><Br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1923" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0mVhHOXqlRR_T9Q_oQtvsHGTD0jDUEMo6VjzaK-rZSSPCjwvzTW3td1JKY-SmEyWJddEqyyT-TJKzEWkWVh4UL-zauv4yw3YdPLbERT95K_5dhrjgzfAiiMs7SrolCA6dSBloK6O6c0/s200/MS_FW_StrongHans_Renee.jpg" /></a></div>
Number in Series: 11<Br />
Author: Megan Slayer<Br />
BIN: 05994-01923<Br />
Word Count: 17K<Br />
Page Count: 56<Br />
Price: $3.99<Br />
Release Date: October 12, 2012<Br />
Editor: Katriena Knights<Br />
Cover Artist: Reneé George<Br />
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Futuristic, Dark Fantasy<Br />
Themes: Gay, Voyeurism, BDSM, Magic, Elves, Dragons and Magical Creatures, Werewolves
<Br /><Br />
<i>Sometimes it takes a strong man to get the job done.</i>
<Br /><Br />
Who knew walking in the woods would lead to the adventure of his life? Not Hans. Being held captive by robbers isn't his idea of fun, but there's a silver lining in the form of a hunky wolf shifter. Hans is coming into his own and realizing the depths of his brawn, but things aren't what they seem. Can Hans sort out his feelings for the wolf and defeat the forces working to keep them from their happily ever after before time runs out?<Br /><Br />
<a href="http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1923">Available here!</a>
<Br /><Br />
EXCERPT TIME!!
<Br /><Br />
"Hans." Pietro closed the gap between them. "I don't deserve a second thought from you. I should've helped you before when I could. I'm sorry." His shoulders sagged and he closed his eyes. "You have the books and the knowledge from the stuff your mom had you study. You have the brains and strength to beat them all. But that rat bastard gets off on seeing you in distress. He's winning at this game. Don't let him win." He opened his eyes. "Use that big old heart and your brain, and you will destroy him."<Br /><Br />
"What about you? Why are you telling me this?"<Br /><Br />
"I like you, Hans. More than I should. I know you figured me out. I came into this group because I thought I liked danger. What I liked was you."<Br /><Br />
Liked him? Big old heart? Pietro had to be toying with him. "I won't tell you when I'll strike. You'll use it against me."<Br /><Br />
"I understand. You're right, I could." He sighed. "Trust must be earned. Starting today, I'm ready to earn yours."<Br /><Br />
Uh-huh. Hans fell backwards onto the heap of blankets he called a bed. If there was going to be a fight, then he'd plan out precisely when he'd strike. If Pietro wanted to help, he could help when the shit hit the fan. No more allowing the filthy Captain to win. He'd make sure payback was a royal bitch.<Br /><Br />
"Hans."<Br /><Br />
He turned to face Pietro, who helped Hans out of his shirt. He smoothed one hand across Hans' chest. He licked his bottom lip and dragged his teeth over the blood-engorged skin.<Br /><Br />
Hans had seen Pietro a thousand times, but never expected him to want anything more than awkward friendship. He shivered into Pietro's touch. "What are you doing?"<Br /><Br />
Pietro popped the button on Hans' jeans. "Attempting to help you recover." He slid his hand under the denim and wrapped his fingers around Hans' cock. "Am I helping?"<Br /><Br />
"Yeah," Hans replied. His mouth ran dry, and his dick pressed hard into his jeans. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and shoved. A streak of pain ricocheted down his ribs. "Fuck."<Br /><Br />
"That can't be from me doing a good job." Pietro stood and tugged the legs of the jeans down Hans' hips, leaving Hans bare. "Bastard bruised your ribs."<Br /><Br />
"I'll live." He reached for Pietro. "Come here."<Br />
<Br /><Br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-76357471930852887852012-10-23T22:46:00.001-04:002012-10-23T22:46:26.156-04:00What's New Wednesday ~ Miss Me Baby by Wendi Zwaduk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EVJ8KBEGd7RDkhprhjzhecbd0PhxOCp54_uxzjKeOzyHDnf3xmi7usMAJkC_X6aYtuuFMijdhBJcQnQCUj41hP2nuUUnK2A5XXh_cHLvWm1NBMLXyCHSfcfZKQzVxPw-b-nxTmXBPfw/s1600/WHATS+NEW+WEDNESDAY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="192" width="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EVJ8KBEGd7RDkhprhjzhecbd0PhxOCp54_uxzjKeOzyHDnf3xmi7usMAJkC_X6aYtuuFMijdhBJcQnQCUj41hP2nuUUnK2A5XXh_cHLvWm1NBMLXyCHSfcfZKQzVxPw-b-nxTmXBPfw/s400/WHATS+NEW+WEDNESDAY.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href='http://www.123rf.com/photo_10085462_big-clean-white-panel-for-product-featuring-or-advertising-with-spot-lights-and-place-for-text-or-im.html'>davidarts / 123RF Stock Photo</a><br /><Br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1810" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLF8tVWtr2kDfNzd11xueVxyoUKO4ji2XovrrR87nqp0k03Q_tJBQi9oF6Xll2u8siRxvH8GMQvYqDjsIqr67h-1za2HZbfoZbBdZ2aFyI-lI9IVZx3bzJiytGr2huYiApgSPftYsHG8/s400/missmebaby_8004.jpg" /></a></div>
<Br /><br />
<i>Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.</i>
<Br /><br />
Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.
<Br /><br />
John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.
<Br /><br />
Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?
<Br /><br />
<i>Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.</i>
<Br /><br />
<a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1810">Available here!</a>
<Br /><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" style="display: block; height: 29px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 103px;" /></a><br />
<br />
Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-28428730877272984062012-10-22T00:01:00.000-04:002012-10-22T00:01:01.343-04:00As Advertised by Jaime Samms - Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OZLb8CaIguO3aXThVf8WLUZpOGY9NXbazjF69uK1wr2VjSyRzoUGtpGnNY-mSyDDq4WkfknQ0FNS8BgVZRoc97eYWf6LzaZYwbtaqye7Et-W3kznJauEb6KQ44rhkHn5KkL8HUjn1OgI/s1600/VBT_As_Advertised_Banner%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OZLb8CaIguO3aXThVf8WLUZpOGY9NXbazjF69uK1wr2VjSyRzoUGtpGnNY-mSyDDq4WkfknQ0FNS8BgVZRoc97eYWf6LzaZYwbtaqye7Et-W3kznJauEb6KQ44rhkHn5KkL8HUjn1OgI/s320/VBT_As_Advertised_Banner%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
The Menagerie welcomes author Jaime Samms to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, "As Advertised" and interview her.<br />
<br />
Even better, Jaime and Wild Child Publishing will be awarding a $10 Wild Child Publishing GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so leave one today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. <a href="http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/09/virtual-book-tour-as-advertised-by.html">Her tour posts are listed here</a>.<br />
<br />
Now, on to the good stuff!<br />
<br />
<b>Describe yourself in three words.</b><br />
<br />
Busy. Creative. Caffeinated.<br />
<br />
<b>Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why</b>.<br />
<br />
Oooh. Good question. Okay, as Tyler’s new love interest, clean-cut Steven, a totally, pumped up <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005351/">Ryan Reynolds</a> would fit the bill. And as Tyler’s ex, Jake, well, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0350453/">Jake Gyllenhaal</a>, because he can pull off the over-the-top sex appeal, and the endearing puppy-was-a-bad-bad-boy look, and underneath, you know he could play the really nasty shit. And finally, for Tyler himself, I’d pick <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005132/">Heath Ledger</a>. Heath will always be my darling. But since I probably wouldn’t be able to cast a movie from beyond the grave, I’ll choose <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000255/">Ben Affleck</a>, since, just like Tyler, even when he tries to look tough, he looks goofy and adorable.<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?</b><br />
<br />
It’s not even a love scene, but in the movie <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0366527/">Goldfish Memory</a></i>, there is a kiss, between Red and David. However, I do have to admit, the lesbian love scene in the same movie is really rather well done, and I quite enjoyed it.<br />
<br />
<b>What’s your wildest fantasy?</b><br />
<br />
I put most of them in my books, in some form or another. Afraid you’ll just have to go look! :-P<br />
<br />
<b>If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?</b><br />
<br />
Smell, I suppose. My sense of smell is already rather dismal, so it wouldn’t be that great a loss.<br />
<br />
<b>What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?</b><br />
<br />
I was a very good kid. I swear!!! Plus, my mom might read this, and we all want her to live on oblivious. It’s just better for everyone that way.<br />
<br />
<b>Quickies:</b><br />
<br />
<b>Boxers or Briefs? </b> Boxer briefs, actually.<br />
<b>Top or Bottom?</b> Oh, definitely bottom. <br />
<b>Pajamas or nude?</b> nude<br />
<b>Hairy chests or smooth? </b>Both? At once if at all possible. Oh. Right. Mom might be reading…scratch that. <br />
<b>Alpha or Beta? </b>Beta.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYHWWiXxeN5KdjU0jcR3HggYmSrhLR4HgDLpb77k_f_Oq7BDDzbIZYjxCqlrmk8pFtrQQTdkgPJDTRSYjafK-X8Ga_NBbSSKHaWDQqK_eWfUx5Vc2KwE4QdvDuQyB9FK4TVSJ7Cq9W9Gx/s1600/Cover_AsAdvertised.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYHWWiXxeN5KdjU0jcR3HggYmSrhLR4HgDLpb77k_f_Oq7BDDzbIZYjxCqlrmk8pFtrQQTdkgPJDTRSYjafK-X8Ga_NBbSSKHaWDQqK_eWfUx5Vc2KwE4QdvDuQyB9FK4TVSJ7Cq9W9Gx/s200/Cover_AsAdvertised.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
Tyler’s life perked up when he met Jake. So what if long-time friend Marty can’t stand him and his landlady has no use for his new beau. Tyler’s determined not to see the dark side of his lover. It’s his own fault for believing people don’t go around keeping secrets and lying.<br />
<br />
Tyler should know better. He’s an ad executive. He knows the packaging is what sells, and Jake is quite a package. His lover is no slouch when it comes to false advertising, either, and when Tyler finds out the truth, it hurts. Weathering Jake’s lies and secrets gets easier with the help of new friends, Libby and Steven. In fact, Tyler figures that maybe a lot of things would get easier with Steven.<br />
<br />
Tyler should have known better. Not even someone as seemingly perfect as Steven Jessop is completely as advertised.<br />
<br />
This time, though, Tyler has to make a decision. After all, sometimes, even if what you see is not what you get, what Tyler’s uncovered in Steven might just be what he’s always wanted.</blockquote>
<br />
<b>ABOUT THE AUTHOR: </b> Jaime has been writing for various publishers since the fall of 2008, although she's been writing for herself far longer. Often asked why men; what’s so fascinating about writing stories about men falling in love, she's never come up with a clear answer. Just that these are the stories that she loves to read, so it seemed to make sense if she was going to write, they should also be the stories she wrote. <br />
<br />
These days, you can find plenty of free reading on her website. She also writes for Freya’s Bower, Loveyoudivine Alterotica, Pink Petal Books, Dreamspinner Press and Total E-Bound. <br />
<br />
Spare time, when it can be found rolled into a ball at the back of the dryer or cavorting with the dust bunnies in the corners, she's probably spending reading, drawing, gardening (weather permitting, of course, since she is Canadian!) or watching movies. Well. She has a day job or two, as well, and two kids, but thankfully, also a wonderful husband who shoulders more than his fair share of household and child care responsibilities. <br />
<br />
She graduated some time ago from college with a Fine Arts diploma, with a major in textile arts, which basically qualifies her to draw pictures and create things with string and fabric. One always needs an official slip of paper to fall back on after all....<br />
<br />
Website: <a href="http://jaime-samms.net/">http://jaime-samms.net/</a><br />
facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000982219151&ref=tn_tnmn">http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000982219151&ref=tn_tnmn</a><br />
Livejournal:<a href="http://dontkickmycane.livejournal.com/">http://dontkickmycane.livejournal.com/</a><br />
Deviantart: <a href="http://dontkickmycane.deviantart.com/">http://dontkickmycane.deviantart.com/</a><br />
Twitter:<a href="https://twitter.com/#!/JaimeSamms">https://twitter.com/#!/JaimeSamms</a><br />
Amazon Author page: <a href="http://amazon.com/author/jaimesamms">amazon.com/author/jaimesamms</a>Mysti Holidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04990678897223165757noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-11416021734695000532012-10-19T22:07:00.002-04:002012-10-19T22:07:27.839-04:00Sexy Cover Satuday ~ Four Bikers and A Witch<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s1600/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="147" width="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s400/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" /></a>
</center>
<Br /><Br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1879" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="304" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJS8jzEhzlkADzSdzwIt3SuAoB6iceaHlpKzGXACvJvI35-Wy_fP3VbAr11U2hVeLn3Y62_B6XCjOsvV0FYmgfWTmkhK1i2ov3iUfWdzRPkyVFNYMt4oIU0D6XrAV0oL6QC-g51tBoKrl5/s400/1879.jpg" /></a></div>
<Br /><Br />
Warrior's Craft: Four Bikers & A Witch by Cheryl Dragon
<Br /><Br />Cover art: Bryan Keller
<Br /><Br />
BIN: 05859-01879
<Br /><Br />
Genre(s): Paranormal, Erotic Romance
<Br /><Br />
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Magic
<Br /><Br />
Series: Warrior's Craft (#3)
<Br /><Br />
Length: Novella
<Br /><Br />
Page Count: 69
<Br /><Br />
<a href="http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1879">Available here!</a>
<Br /><Br /><blockquote>
Valerie grew up in the Vegas biker culture, seeing the tempting and dark side. Now a nurse, she can't escape her past. Axle and Rebel Herth were kicked out of the biker gang as teens and, along with their boyfriends, run a motorcycle shop. They've wanted Val for years, but she won't date anyone in the biker world.
<Br /><Br />
They need her witch talents to help them fight the zombies that are plaguing Vegas. Val's best with potions but the sex spell intrigues her. She learns the ropes of fighting zombies, and rides motorcycles like a pro as her potion brews, but can she let her sexual guard down with the guys? Rough sex and dirty talk with four men who can easily overpower her is a huge turn on! How far will she go now that she's hooked on these bikers fighting for good?</blockquote>
<Br /><Br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" style="display: block; height: 29px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 103px;" /></a><br />
<br />Megan Slayerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11551185044199648933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-65978880247155257882012-10-14T00:00:00.000-04:002012-10-14T00:00:04.322-04:00Sunday Book Video ~ Shut Up And Kiss Me By Mysti Holiday<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ODnIJLv0JRk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
<br /><Br />
<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuT98scdpjhC1v4FbRfFUjHQl9OIkvE7BzCm4T0MHcM6kXOq3STVgS2sVVA3eHQyRFbIXv4nTX9NJwbMcLqVl6DS-eeeisVxPHIv7ZfktzOcfLCXJxhV2fDtao4UMIFrUQVrJHWMxzB0w/s1600/439887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuT98scdpjhC1v4FbRfFUjHQl9OIkvE7BzCm4T0MHcM6kXOq3STVgS2sVVA3eHQyRFbIXv4nTX9NJwbMcLqVl6DS-eeeisVxPHIv7ZfktzOcfLCXJxhV2fDtao4UMIFrUQVrJHWMxzB0w/s320/439887.jpg" /></a></div>
Kasey Davenport and Cole Roberts—adversaries since junior high when Cole did nothing but pull her hair, snap her bra strap, and tease her mercilessly—find themselves unexpectedly thrown together when Kasey is in town on a layover. As always, sparks fly between them, but this time the attraction simmering close to the surface explodes into a passion neither of them expected or wanted.
<br /><Br />
After years of mutual avoidance and denying their attraction, can Kasey and Cole stop arguing long enough to discover if what they feel will last more than just one night?
</blockquote>
<br /><Br />
<a href="http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=86&products_id=773">Available here!</a>
<Br /><Br />
****************************<br />
<br />
<strong>Want to see your book commercial here? Email us at menagerieauthors@gmail.com to find out how!</strong>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-31157575931339858962012-10-13T00:30:00.000-04:002012-10-13T00:30:00.924-04:00Sexy Saturday Book Cover ~ Come Slowly, Eden by Charlene Keel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s1600/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="147" width="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s400/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" /></a>
<Br /><Br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLhVp1bSRi15Ja9Ze483KKM6Rxs9H6hcWqHj3MmOlMS3FshA9rEp1BHJQB-EodJJQZVrzfCwxAG_WAlvERony0_PoDrjnPrtkl5uRTfiktnJ2mMqFGOjNKIV25VMP1UxwhmT2AY6fKLg/s1600/CSE-Cover.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLhVp1bSRi15Ja9Ze483KKM6Rxs9H6hcWqHj3MmOlMS3FshA9rEp1BHJQB-EodJJQZVrzfCwxAG_WAlvERony0_PoDrjnPrtkl5uRTfiktnJ2mMqFGOjNKIV25VMP1UxwhmT2AY6fKLg/s400/CSE-Cover.png" /></a></div>
<Br /><Br />
Two southern women fight to survive in the permissive society of the 1960s. Julie, a beauty born to the best of everything, is so proper, so lovely and so hungry for love. Amanda is a tough little ecstasy machine working her way through FSU as the campus prostitute, servicing state legislators and local political leaders. First published in 1975, Come Slowly Eden was banned in Tallahassee, Florida—the author’s hometown—because it exposed such a dirty little secret. In this new and improved version, characters are more developed and the tantalizing, titillating sex scenes are greatly expanded.
<Br /><Br />
http://www.amazon.com/Come-Slowly-Eden-ebook/dp/B006QBF2VY/ref=sr_1_8?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1339847707&sr=1-8&keywords=charlene+keel
<Br /><Br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>
Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-67444020962167712222012-10-10T12:28:00.001-04:002012-10-10T12:28:41.974-04:00What's New Wednesday ~ Miss Me Baby by Wendi Zwaduk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EVJ8KBEGd7RDkhprhjzhecbd0PhxOCp54_uxzjKeOzyHDnf3xmi7usMAJkC_X6aYtuuFMijdhBJcQnQCUj41hP2nuUUnK2A5XXh_cHLvWm1NBMLXyCHSfcfZKQzVxPw-b-nxTmXBPfw/s1600/WHATS+NEW+WEDNESDAY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="192" width="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EVJ8KBEGd7RDkhprhjzhecbd0PhxOCp54_uxzjKeOzyHDnf3xmi7usMAJkC_X6aYtuuFMijdhBJcQnQCUj41hP2nuUUnK2A5XXh_cHLvWm1NBMLXyCHSfcfZKQzVxPw-b-nxTmXBPfw/s400/WHATS+NEW+WEDNESDAY.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href='http://www.123rf.com/photo_10085462_big-clean-white-panel-for-product-featuring-or-advertising-with-spot-lights-and-place-for-text-or-im.html'>davidarts / 123RF Stock Photo</a><br /><Br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1810" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="306" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7ImLjSMFEMfnYqzqGHQHIjukKJ90HEkjlHR9vAcrEVvqut2kt2lQDqDiv1lkXa23KZrDGYYAL6-Cw8rPmVQ5Q7TA7J_3A9vvDlJSz0p7LXH5LHeDSSXevCM7vnk0C63P82Be3-VV-EI/s400/missmebaby_8001.jpg" /></a></div><br /><Br >
Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.
<br /><Br />
Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.
<br /><Br />
John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.
<br /><Br />
Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?
<br /><Br />
<i>Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.</i>
<br /><br />
<a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1810">Available here!</a>
<br /><Br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" style="display: block; height: 29px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 103px;" /></a><br />
<br />Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-75493424033519837802012-10-08T00:00:00.000-04:002012-10-08T00:00:13.283-04:00Monday Author Interview with Taryn Raye<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNVYPefTYsphuTeNdAorjLzgo0eXa27MDxPUyCvKlF_czERnUzpstkoYBkgN3yn80xj0krJ3KzSAmFh3iEnLxaIh9xx9sCBUqtf88mASrcKlggt4ri7f-mqb0B6bIStT4Eqklo61STFs/s1600-h/author_interview_banner_copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 51px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320531784072130770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNVYPefTYsphuTeNdAorjLzgo0eXa27MDxPUyCvKlF_czERnUzpstkoYBkgN3yn80xj0krJ3KzSAmFh3iEnLxaIh9xx9sCBUqtf88mASrcKlggt4ri7f-mqb0B6bIStT4Eqklo61STFs/s400/author_interview_banner_copy.jpg" /></a>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">My friend and fellow author Taryn Raye is here with us today and I’m excited. She’s got some great answers and I can’t wait to share them with you all. Now, Taryn, describe yourself in three words. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Prolific, Funny, Dreamer</span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Good choices. How about a hard question. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">I envisioned a very young Kate Beckinsale as Catherine, my innocent sweet heroine, especially how she looked in Much Ado About Nothing, but with red hair and blue eyes.
<Br /><Br />
As Dawson began to take shape in my mind, he started to favor James Scott, who played EJ Dimera on Days of Our Lives. At the time I was writing Castaway Hearts, I was watching DOOL and there was a storyline where he was also playing his “grandfather” Santos Dimera in flashbacks. (That’s where the black and white photo came into play, with the mustache, and best fits what Dawson looks like to me. Of course, the other images of James Scott are simply yummy, too.)
<Br /><Br />
I had also cast Orlando Bloom (ala Pirates) as Dawson’s ill-fated younger sailor brother, Nathaniel. <Br /><Br />
</span>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNXvcPFOLGDCLqz9MIwxkrp0QJvDSKEMHejTuR_FYKH_s2Y_sQTrB9wErAuv3kbjF03ha_jbh4BGy818SgaPRcK5V5lNdO3VNpSkZHVYNhoxoN8CAcKlCekDeoG7hsI3yfSRXI3eIO84/s1600/MeBday12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNXvcPFOLGDCLqz9MIwxkrp0QJvDSKEMHejTuR_FYKH_s2Y_sQTrB9wErAuv3kbjF03ha_jbh4BGy818SgaPRcK5V5lNdO3VNpSkZHVYNhoxoN8CAcKlCekDeoG7hsI3yfSRXI3eIO84/s320/MeBday12.jpg" /></a></div><Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">I haven’t seen a soap opera in so long, but those male choices are definitely hot. Good ones! Since we’re talking about hot, what’s your favorite love scene from a movie? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Wow. I guess one of my favorite love scenes would be from The Notebook. Passion that intense is usually a once in a lifetime thing, but it’s also one that runs deep and true over an entire lifetime. But then there’s also the scene from Far and Away- only a kiss or two, but when Shannon and Joseph break into that home on Christmas and she asks him to “pretend you love me.” It is one of the most sensual scenes I’ve ever seen in a movie. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Yes, it was a sensual scene. I almost forgot about it. Grin. What’s your wildest fantasy? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">In all honesty? A weekend away with just my husband. No, really. If he and I could have an entire weekend, tucked away in a room with a Jacuzzi to just enjoy each other and spend time connecting on a level we don’t normally get to express with kids in the house, maybe snuggled close in front of a fireplace afterward on a snowy night…that would be absolute heaven. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Nothing wrong with wanting time with the DH. Trust me, I’d love a tryst with mine if I could get him to take the time off work. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">If I had to give up one willingly, I guess it would be my sense of taste. I love food a little too much as it is, so I could do without the taste buds as I’d still be able to smell the food, which might make up for it and give me a false sense of “flavor” when I eat. Giving up smell would actually take away the sense of taste as well, so I wouldn’t want to lose 2-in-1. I enjoy the beauty of nature and the smiles on my loved ones faces too much to give up sight. To never hear “I love you” or my children’s laughter again wouldn’t do either and the human touch matters a great deal so you don’t burn yourself or cut yourself without realizing it until you’ve bled all over the place. Yeah, taste it would have to be. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Hmm. Never thought about the smell/taste being a 2-in-1 like you mention. Food for thought. Grin. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;"> I was rather bookworm-ish growing up and didn’t really get into a lot of trouble, though there was the time I accidentally slammed my little sister’s fingers in a car door, which was already locked. She had to wait until one of the grown-ups- I believe it was my oldest uncle, unlocked it before she could get her hand out. Luckily, she didn’t have any broken fingers because of it. She was more apt to be trouble though- breaking glass jugs full of water on the basement floor when she was trying to be “helpful,” cutting her hand open with one of our dad’s wood chisels, it was always something. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Goodness, sounds like she was a pill. Now me, I’m a perfect angel. Well, wait. No, I write erotic romance. Never mind. I’m wonderfully wicked. Speaking of wicked, it’s time for my favorite part of the interview... The Quickies! Fast, loose and always fun!
<Br /><Br />
Boxers or Briefs? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Boxers- gives the boys a little breathing room. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Snicker! Love it. Top or Bottom? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Top. A control thing, I suppose, for that hint of Mistress hiding beneath my pristine surface. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Ahh! See! I thought I saw a whip in your back pocket! Pajamas or nude? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Nude- clothing chokes, constrains and gets in the way. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Good thing I’m not drinking anything. I’d have snorted it out my nose. Love it! Hairy chests or smooth? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Smooth, though a little hair doesn’t hurt- just not full-on Robin Williams…ugh. If I want a bear skin rug, I’ll buy one. </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Yeah, the Robin Williams look does nothing for me. Alpha or Beta? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Either. I don’t mind a man who knows what he wants and makes sure I know it, too, but I also like the idea of a gentle sensitive poetic soul, as well... </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">Awww. Nice. Now, if you want to know more about Taryn’s book Castaway Hearts, here’s the Blurb</span><Br /><Br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0RMg7trFx5tn6CiTjocNOEK7h0m5F8pc5vxWUr3t-uG-fCDiN1HabxuvMpzdof25zbvbi2N0aLzOyFaEykJOKRseluq4N1FGLftlKUl3ITxDK8oorlRDN7_lCgAjsnIstfbiz3GLUEyU/s1600/Castaway_MD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0RMg7trFx5tn6CiTjocNOEK7h0m5F8pc5vxWUr3t-uG-fCDiN1HabxuvMpzdof25zbvbi2N0aLzOyFaEykJOKRseluq4N1FGLftlKUl3ITxDK8oorlRDN7_lCgAjsnIstfbiz3GLUEyU/s320/Castaway_MD.jpg" /></a></div><Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;">Twice orphaned, Catherine Barrett arrives in Virginia a stranger to her closest kin and secretly engaged to the one man her family would disapprove of- her seafaring grandfather’s apprentice. Add to her troubles, the rich and intriguing older brother of her secret betrothed, Dawson Randolph, a plantation owner who is as heartless as he is handsome. Heartbroken when her intended sets sail for his maiden voyage, Catherine finds it difficult to adjust to her new life, hoping to befriend the one man who is, undoubtedly, the match her grandparents wish for her. Dawson’s distaste for her secret engagement to his brother makes it clear he has no designs for marriage to anyone. Especially her.
<Br /><Br />
Ten years since the tragic loss of his young wife and infant son, Dawson Randolph is convinced love and marriage is a fool’s game and resents being pardon to his brother’s hidden engagement. Damned by his instant attraction and his own growing desire, Dawson vows to befriend her against his better judgment. Determined to bring her happiness in a time of fear and uncertainty, Dawson puts aside his animosity to become her confidant, only to realize Catherine holds the key to his heart. When tragedy strikes at sea, Catherine’s guilt pushes Dawson to the fringes of her life as madness consumes her.
<Br /><Br />
Can his love save her before she drowns in her own grief? Or is he doomed to love her from a distance, always in the shadow of her love for his dead brother? </span>
<Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#990000;">And because you know you want more of Taryn, here are her links!</span><Br /><Br />
<span style="color:#003300;"> A romantic at heart, my love of storytelling began in childhood with the typical fairytales and my membership at age 10 to the Just for Girls Book Club. I grew up on classics and contemporary tales, but it wasn’t long before my tastes also matured as I ventured into my mother’s stash of Harlequins and Silhouettes, too. Born and raised in a small town in Central Kentucky, I now reside in the southern part of the state with my husband, stepson, daughter and my mischief-making cat named Miscellaneous, aka Mizzy. </span><Br /><Br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Castaway Hearts is
available in eBook & print from my publisher-<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<a href="http://www.turquoisemorningpressbookstore.com/collections/historical/products/castaway-hearts"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Turquoise Morning Press</span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Also available on
Amazon for- </span></b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Castaway-Hearts-ebook/dp/B007QGZDJY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1333304648&sr=1-1"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Kindle</span></b></a> & <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Castaway-Hearts-Taryn-Raye/dp/1622370155/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1335283287&sr=8-8"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Print</span></b></a> as well as <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1109853037?ean=2940014183352&itm=1&usri=taryn+raye"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">On Nook from B&N</span></b></a> & <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/castaway-hearts-taryn-raye/1109853037?ean=9781622370153&format=paperback&itm=1&usri=taryn+raye"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">In Print from B&N</span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> As well as various formats on </span></b><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/147100"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Smashwords</span></b></a>, <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-castawayhearts-770205-158.html"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">All Romance Ebooks</span></b></a>, <a href="http://www.omnilit.com/product-castawayhearts-770205-158.html"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">OmniLit</span></b></a>, <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/castaway-hearts"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Bookstrand</span></b></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Here are just a few places you can find
Taryn Raye-<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<a href="http://authortarynraye.webs.com/"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Website</span></b></a>, <a href="http://tarynraye.blogspot.com/"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Blog</span></b></a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/ScribblingTaryn"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">@ScribblingTaryn on Twitter</span></b></a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/TarynRayeRomanceWriter"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">FB Page</span></b></a>, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5823272.Taryn_Raye"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Goodreads</span></b></a>, <a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/106417470051541112992/posts"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Google +</span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></div>
<br /><Br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-19537676379759498472012-10-07T00:00:00.000-04:002012-10-07T00:00:07.732-04:00Sunday Book Video ~ The Crawford Boys Series by Wendi Zwaduk<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/66CVCRDXe7I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
<br /><Br />
Sometimes the love of your life isn't the one you expect, but he's the one you need. Get the entire story by reading the entire Crawford Boys series.<br />
http://www.wendizwaduk.com<br />
<br />
****************************
<br /><br />
<strong>Want to see your book commercial here? Email us at menagerieauthors@gmail.com to find out how!</strong>
<br /><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-71949698165331116532012-10-06T00:00:00.000-04:002012-10-06T00:00:04.172-04:00Sexy Cover Saturday ~ Quality Assurance by Cheryl Dragon<Center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s1600/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="147" width="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXA4_8nRstlA2l_767pVPrvUsx0vA9ZmO0tXlmkCzCiClHrlXiGNsvWV0of2rXIB_zahY_BgaoiuFuHfV8osxeoQD0zvoasHaH2vQmTEgmeHG7SZWWKXbtnZfpuy5mAthel26WMK64r6M/s400/SEXY+COVER+SATURDAY+MA.jpg" /></a></center>
<br /><Br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNha7RfCX2fvkxfOjlDcMSmzkQqQVAP1anrqtMYkYdi4ysqst00crdeXmaNw79IMOmTLLduLJezEv0wjpaVYrqGR2NISiNn0qsowqWp3JCmx0LELIcTKiYhpL0lM1fXrqU5jmjorjWew/s1600/QUALITY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNha7RfCX2fvkxfOjlDcMSmzkQqQVAP1anrqtMYkYdi4ysqst00crdeXmaNw79IMOmTLLduLJezEv0wjpaVYrqGR2NISiNn0qsowqWp3JCmx0LELIcTKiYhpL0lM1fXrqU5jmjorjWew/s400/QUALITY.jpg" /></a></div>
<br /><Br />
<blockquote><i>Lucky Springs Series, Book Five</i>
<br /><Br />
The most popular girl in school, Ashley Tassin wanted a life in the big city but fate brought her back to Lucky Springs, where the factory’s expansion has created jobs and lured a lot of men to the town. Working with a foursome of hot guys who are in a relationship and want to add a woman is very tempting to Ash. However, two of the men went to high school with her and one holds a grudge.
<br /><Br />
Eli Hollier was a geek and now he’s a sexy genius. The four hatch a plot to teach the former head cheerleader a lesson for rejecting Eli long ago. But what starts as friends with benefits turns into something more. Falling for Ash is easy, but for it to end happily, they must bury the past and start fresh.</blockquote><br /><Br />
<a href="http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/486-201-119-459-19--quality-assurance-lucky-springs-series-book-five-by-cheryl-dragon.html">Publisher Buy Link </a>
<br /><Br />
<a href="http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/646.html">Excerpt Link</a>
<br /><Br />
<a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-qualityassurance-903088-146.html">ARe Buy Link</a>
<br /><Br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlKkyXBZ62cS3Ft30U1C4X9s2a9F8zi_JZeYsL3C4zYwXmKoV-n2JUQH5YUjsqLCbw0ckeASha_mwvDJKmWu24SMDp3m7ix5GHn_4bQmYyQsAjk3XqsL4ZNT1n3nq2QJj5hpq0NKTV54/s1600/CHERYL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="141" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlKkyXBZ62cS3Ft30U1C4X9s2a9F8zi_JZeYsL3C4zYwXmKoV-n2JUQH5YUjsqLCbw0ckeASha_mwvDJKmWu24SMDp3m7ix5GHn_4bQmYyQsAjk3XqsL4ZNT1n3nq2QJj5hpq0NKTV54/s200/CHERYL.jpg" /></a></div>
A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans… where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. <br /><Br />
<a href="www.cheryldragon.com">www.cheryldragon.com</a> <br /><Br />
<a href="https://twitter.com/cheryldragon">https://twitter.com/cheryldragon</a> <br /><Br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/cheryldragon">https://www.facebook.com/cheryldragon</a>
<br /><Br />
<a href="http://cheryldragon.blogspot.com/ ">http://cheryldragon.blogspot.com/ </a><br /><Br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-26209277729263746922012-10-04T21:43:00.001-04:002012-10-04T21:43:42.724-04:00Friday Fun With Megan SlayerAnd Kealie Shay. Haven't heard from her in a while, have we? Yeah. We haven't. Imagine being me. She's my BFF, so when she goes silent, I get a little sad. But...I have news! Yes, news. I'm making her come out of her hibernation to write. Making. Yes, you heard me right. Making.
<br /><br />
We have a great surprise coming for Halloween that I sure hope you all enjoy. There was some major discussion and a lot of work, but I think it'll be worth it. So stay tuned. I miss me some Kealie almost as much as you all do. Grin. Stay tuned!
<br /><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" style="display: block; height: 29px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 103px;" /></a><br />
<br />Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271714634384060795.post-46024258959857840792012-10-03T00:30:00.000-04:002012-10-03T00:30:04.637-04:00What's New Wednesday ~ One More Night by Wendi Zwaduk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EVJ8KBEGd7RDkhprhjzhecbd0PhxOCp54_uxzjKeOzyHDnf3xmi7usMAJkC_X6aYtuuFMijdhBJcQnQCUj41hP2nuUUnK2A5XXh_cHLvWm1NBMLXyCHSfcfZKQzVxPw-b-nxTmXBPfw/s1600/WHATS+NEW+WEDNESDAY.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7EVJ8KBEGd7RDkhprhjzhecbd0PhxOCp54_uxzjKeOzyHDnf3xmi7usMAJkC_X6aYtuuFMijdhBJcQnQCUj41hP2nuUUnK2A5XXh_cHLvWm1NBMLXyCHSfcfZKQzVxPw-b-nxTmXBPfw/s400/WHATS+NEW+WEDNESDAY.jpg" width="398" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.123rf.com/photo_10085462_big-clean-white-panel-for-product-featuring-or-advertising-with-spot-lights-and-place-for-text-or-im.html">davidarts / 123RF Stock Photo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=630&osCsid=g640gfsq6gteeup8iuphpg1cn1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3d8zCyA8bXFRMJPRDKB9JFAj9P3UnPL-AGG9j9GZNCskKIMuYfBZTd59hROBQyZmJMCuIdf-WC9AfkKfCclBAjB1PAxim6QgGLz7VMXjrtpZFPa5gaEjQMmoLbvVP14HgBihz_l4lHpE/s400/WZ_One+more+night_LG1.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
<i>Fear can blind. Will love show the way in the dark? All it takes is one more night...</i>
<br />
<br />
Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.
<br /><br />
When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.
<br /><br />
Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?
</blockquote><br /><br />
Available at <a href="http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=630&osCsid=g640gfsq6gteeup8iuphpg1cn1">Decadent Publishing</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/B009HHWNXY">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-onemorenight-957408-147.html">AllRomance Ebooks</a> and <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/239957">Smashwords</a>
<br /><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s1600/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991678251449298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKz0-zghRf-CNJLVfDRkkE9i8Y1ClCee5q4nPKqkb6VMP61xVoW3wBFuZjjUfO22WWOFpRgeZ4eoT3YU-a8GlkMTLRfrGOGY-EL6VUImMvmfveJJnyPFftPknUi1Arz1R7b8vU3aTcjA/s400/Megan's-aminaltexturesgiraffe.jpg" /></a>Menagerie Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06968007614308983837noreply@blogger.com2