One Man's Treasure

Hi Everyone,

Late yesterday afternoon, the old lady who lives in the house next door to me, was robbed. It's an evil, heinous thing to do to anybody; take something that isn't yours. To invade the home of a sick old lady and rob her of all her worldly goods is about the most cowardly thing a person could do.
She isn't a nice old lady. She used to be, until dementia, paranoia and physical frailty overtook her. But she did not deserve being swindled. She called me around five o'clock crying and I was shocked. In recent weeks when I've tried to check on her, she either didn't recognize me and threatened to call 911 or DID recognize me and told me my pet monkey was keeping her awake.
I don't have a pet monkey, but I digress.
Her tears and complete incoherence concerned me and my mate Tony, who was in town from Hawaii (via Vegas Baby) hitched up his pants (he lost his belt in a casino, a whole 'nother story)and we raced to my neighbor's house.
It was a bad, sad story. Two guys claiming to be from the gas company arrived at her front door. While one distracted her in the back yard with some imaginary gas leak, the second guy gave the OK to another bunch of guys and they pulled into her driveway in a moving van. Within seconds, they were hauling away a good portion of her possessions.
Another neighbor saw them and mercifully called the police. As I write this, the guys have not been caught but hopefully they will be. I was shocked how quickly they relieved the contents of my neighbor's lifetime habit of hoarding.
She let me and Tony into the house and she boiled water for tea. She couldn't find teaspoons. All her silver was taken. Man! These guys were fast!
We sat down with her and drank tea out of her musty-smelling cups and just let her talk.
"They didn't take the most valuable thing I have though," she smiled shakily.
"Oh, what's that?" I asked.
"The screenplay somebody wrote about me in 1952."
Tony and I looked at each other and she toddled off, returning with a folder the burglars had found, opening it and deeming it trash, apparently, because they'd discarded it. The snap was broken and I opened the file to find dozens of old 10 x 8 glassy black and white photos of my neighbor. I am not into women but she was hot and gorgeous in her time.
"You did burlesque?" Tony grinned. "Nice pasties!"
My neighbor was apparently the one time queen of New York's pre-world war II strip clubs. The screenplay was about her love affair with a cop sent to shut her down.
She told us hilarious stories of strippings gone wrong, pasties that left red marks on her nipples. All the waiters in her club were gay men, she told us proudly. They adored the girls but never tried to cop a feel.
Police raids were announced in code by the waiters, who would shout "Ice! Ice!" and the bare breasted ladies quickly slapped on pasties.
Tony and I sat, enraptured by her memories...of New York in the 30's and 40's and for a brief moment in time, a woman lost from the present, remembered her past and appreciated that a world away, in a whole other time zone, two other men deemed her priceless treasure to be important.
I have no idea if she remembers anything of our discussion this morning but for Tony and me, the best gift we gave her was our time. And our attention. I am a writer and if my house was burning down, I'd grab my animals (imaginary monkey included) and my working manuscripts.
I have no idea why her movie was never made. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. I am glad she has her memories - when she has her memories - and me, I will never be able to look at an ice cube in quite the same way again.
Aloha oe,
AJ

Contests, Giveaways, and the Multi-entrant…

Okay, I’m the first to admit I not only love winning things, but I love giving them away.

I wrote a short story for gift giving at chats, to reserve my published books for bigger events, like a month long giveaway, publisher events, ECT.

What I’d like to know is…

Say, Ms./Mr. Spider (fictional name here) attends a chat where I’m holding a giveaway/contest. She/he enters that giveaway/contest and wins.

Two weeks later, she/he’s at a different event where the same book is being offered up by the same person, and enters it again, not once, but four entries, saying, “I really want to win this book”

WHY???

Two weeks after she/he’s at a different chat and does the exact same thing, flooding more than four entries into the pot.

WHY???

I’m not understanding why someone who’s already won that particular read would want to win it again.
Is it to give to another person as a gift? Toss it up on a pirate site, like we’ve seen happen, A LOT? Or is she/he just a giveaway/contest addict?

I know people enter giveaway/contests on a daily basis, because they love winning, but what do you do with Ms./Mr. Spider?
You can’t really ignore her/him, she/he’s obviously a fan of your writing (or you’re hoping so). Do you delete all entries she/he sends for that particular read, and when you have a different gift enter her/his name in when she/he pops it in once?

I keep a list of all my winners, so I know who’s won what and when.

And what’s with the multiple entries? I hate flooding like that! Why try to hog it? Do I really need to put “ONE ENTRY PER PERSON?” I think it demeans the other entrants. When I look at that, I snort and say “Well yeah.” Why would I want to send more than one?

Any advice out there on how to handle Ms./Mr. Spider?

Do I really need to put “One entry per person?”

If you’re reading this blog, and want to win a copy of my erotic short story, then email me at:
Authorcasalo@aol.com
But remember, it is erotic, it has BDSM, and it’s a hot little read *Grins*
Even if you don’t comment here, go ahead, enter, and remember…

ONE ENTRY PER PERSON!!

I’ll email the winner tomorrow and list their name on my website blog, as well as my Myspace.

GOOD LUCK!!!!

C~
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Deadlines......Ahhh

So for the past two weeks I have been on a tight deadline. I had to write a story in those 2 weeks edit it and send it to the publisher. As of today I have four days left before my deadline is up. I wrote the story in four days.

You are probably thinking "She's done, all she has to do is edit."

Yes and no...I was done but then I had to re-write a huge chunk of the story because I lost a few pages. I saved the file on the computer and when I went back to open it the computer would not let me do it. I had wrote a ton of the story by hand so i still had it on paper but not all the changes I had made along the way.

As of today the story is done but I'm still editing. I have the next few days to get this baby back into shape and send it off for consideration.....Wish me luck....

I'm one of those people who works well with deadlines but I try to avoid them when I can.....Yes they make you think omg omg I have to finish this on time but I hate to hurry and write...I feel like I'm not at my best at times. I guess maybe it depends on the story that I'm working on.

So when it comes to deadline how do you deal with them? Are you a fan or do you hate them?

Savannah

Ellora's Cave Contest!

I wanted to take this opportunity to pass along info on a huge upcoming EC contest. If you buy from Ellora's Cave, you don't want to miss this. My work isn't in the book but I wanted everyone to know how they can save 25% on future EC purchases and have a chance at an awesome prize.

Forbidden Fantasies, Ellora’s Cave’s first hardcover book goes on sale October 14th.

It contains 8 Taboo Tales from Hot erotic romance authors!

Along with the Hot release is a Fabulous contest. Purchase the book October
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I'm on EBAY!

Well, I was. Bidding ended yesterday. Ok. Not really ME. I wasn't up for bid, although my husband did threaten to put me on Craig's List once. LOL! I got a google alert earlier this week telling me my book Cowboy Games was up for auction on Ebay. I thought that was neat, so I checked it out and I was so excited to see it had two bids already.


My husband couldn't understand what I was so worked up about. "You're not going to make any money off of that sale," he said. I had to explain that wasn't the point. The point was my book wasn't just sitting there with no bids. People actually wanted it. Two of them! Hee hee!

Ok, so it gets better. I noticed that the seller had the version that had mistakenly been printed with the wrong cover. So I sent her a little note through Ebay to let her know she had a limited edition and may want to advertise that to her bidders. She posted my email to her along with a nice little note about how much she liked the story and couldn't wait to read more of my titles.

I went back this morning to see how the bidding had gone. The book sold for over $21 dollars plus shipping. (It's only $12.59 on Amazon and qualifies for free shipping.) There had been 12 bids and eight different bidders.

What a stroke to my ego! I realize some people will collect misprinted books just for the possible collector's value and most of these bidders have never heard of me...but still the whole thing put a big cheesy grin on my face. My book was on Ebay. It sold for a very good price. And somehow this seems like a bigger milestone than when I received my first royalty check. It's strange how the writer's mind works isn't it. Or maybe it's just my mind that works that way. :)

Hope everybody's having a great day!

And if you know any older teen readers who enjoy a sweet love story, please tell them to check out The Water Bearer by Wendi Christner. I want to get the word out to the younger market about this book. I think they'll really connect with it.

Wendi Darlin
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Animal Attraction - New from Paige Tyler!

I'm thrilled to announce that I have a hot, new paranormal erotic romance out with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid called Animal Attraction! When I first read that Whiskey Creek Press torrid was coming out with a new line of books called the Men of Alaska Series, I totally knew I had to write a book for it. I mean, what's more exciting than a hot, hunky, outdoorsy hero, right?!

I played around with a lot of different storylines, but I kept coming back to the idea of werewolves. Wolves just seemed to fit so well into the Alaskan theme, so I decided to go for it. Once I did a little bit of research on Fairbanks, the story just started to write itself.

I thought it would be more fun for my heroine to be a skeptic, so I made her a reluctant reporter for a paranormal magazine. I figured that would lead to lots of amusing interaction with the hunky hero, who just happens to be a werewolf, of course! Take a look at the blurb and excerpt below, and you'll see exactly what I'm talking about!

Synopsis:

Frustrated when none of the real newspapers will hire her as a reporter, Eliza Bradley takes the only job she can get – at a paranormal magazine. Her first assignment takes her to Fairbanks , Alaska to investigate the possibility that a werewolf has killed two local hikers.

She forgets about the story, however, when she meets Hunter McCall, a local college professor and an expert on wolves. The man is an absolute hunk, and she finds herself spending more time in his bed than worrying about werewolves. That is, until Eliza finds out that Hunter isn’t just an animal in the sack, he’s an animal out of it, too - of the werewolf variety! Talk about a complicated relationship!

But Eliza can’t dwell on Hunter’s little shapeshifting issues. There’s another werewolf out there with a taste for human blood, and she and Hunter are the only ones who can stop him.

Excerpt:

“Anything else I can get for you folks?” the waitress asked.

Eliza glanced down at the table before looking up at the waitress again. “Ketchup?”

The woman nodded. “There’s a bottle on the table right behind you, sugar. Enjoy your dinner.”

Eliza had expected the woman to bring her a new bottle of ketchup, or at least grab the one off the other table for them, like waitresses in most restaurants would usually do. Maybe it was a diner thing, Eliza thought. Or an Alaska thing. Either way, it seemed she would be going to get her own bottle of ketchup.

Taking her napkin off her lap and placing it on the table, Eliza pushed back her chair and got to her feet. When the waitress had told her that there was a bottle of ketchup on the table behind theirs, she had naturally assumed it was unoccupied, so she was surprised to see a man sitting there. And not just the average, run-of-the-mill guy she’d expect to find in a diner either, but a mouth-watering specimen of a man. Her breath caught as she found herself stopping right there in the middle of the diner to stare at him. She had read in Cosmo once that there was something different about Alaskan men, that living in the great white north made them more masculine and sexy. Staring at the man seated at the table, she could well believe it.

Thank goodness he was intent on whatever he was reading on the laptop in front of him, because he would surely think she was a freak standing there staring at him with her mouth hanging open. But good heavens, with that thick, dark hair, chiseled, hair-roughened jaw, and wide, sensual mouth, how could any woman not be mesmerized?

Abruptly realizing how idiotic she must look just standing there, Eliza finally forced her feet to move. As she neared his table, the man looked up from his laptop and she felt her breath hitch as his gaze met hers. She’d never seen eyes like his before. Not quite brown, but not really hazel, either, the only way she could think to describe them was gold. And the sexiest pair of eyes she’d ever seen. The heat from them mesmerized her, pulling her into their depths, and suddenly she found it very hard to breathe.

When he lifted a brow in question, she finally managed to break out of her trance. “I, um, was wondering if I could steal your ketchup,” Eliza stammered, her face coloring. “We don’t have any,” she added, glancing back at her table.

The man followed the direction of her gaze, his gold eyes settling on the photographer for a moment before he gave her a smile. “Sure.”

Picking up the bottle, he held it out to her. As she reached for it, her fingers brushed his and she almost gasped as the most amazing sensation swept through her. It was like she’d just gotten completely and thoroughly kissed. Her knees felt weak and there was a delicious little flutter in her tummy that left her breathless.

It was then that she realized she hadn’t actually taken the bottle of ketchup yet. She was just standing there touching him like a dufus. She tried to cover her bizarre behavior by grabbing the bottle, but all she did was almost knock it out of his hand. They both fumbled with the thing for a moment before she finally gained control of it.

Could she be any more lame? She could already feel the heat rushing to her face.

“I think your boyfriend’s waiting for the ketchup,” he said when she continued to just stand there.

Eliza’s brow furrowed in confusion at the word “boyfriend,” but then she realized he must be referring to the photographer. She forced her attention away from the pleasant warmth that still swirled between her thighs and gave him a smile. “Oh, you mean Andy. He’s not my boyfriend. We just work together.”

One eyebrow rose. “Really.”

Oh God. Did he think she was trying to come on to him? Crap, she really needed to go back to her table before she did something else to embarrass herself. But she couldn’t seem to make her feet move. She had a crazy urge to reach out and touch him again to see if that same sexual spark would happen. Resisting the impulse, she instead reached up to tuck her long, dark hair behind her ear. “But you’re right. He is probably waiting for the ketchup.”

Giving the man another smile, she forced herself to turn and walk back to her table. Halfway there, however, she couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder to take one more look at him. He was regarding her with those incredible golden eyes of his, and her pulse fluttered wildly at the intensity in his gaze.

What was going on with her? She’d never experienced anything like this in her life. She had to get control of herself. Giving him one more look over her shoulder, she turned and stumbled back to her seat in a daze, clutching the bottle of ketchup in her hand.

Across from her, Andy lifted a brow as if to ask, what the hell is wrong with you? When she didn’t say anything he prompted, “You just going to sit there and hold that all night or can I use the ketchup?”

She blinked. “What? Oh, yeah. Sorry,” she mumbled, handing it to him.

Eliza watched as the photographer dumped ketchup on his onion rings, and then began to dig into his meal. She knew she should be doing the same, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. Her heart was still racing as if she’d just come back from a run. Or had just gotten done having some really great sex. Good heavens, and all of that was from a mere brush of the fingers. She couldn’t keep herself from wondering what it would have been like if he really had kissed her.It was a long time before Eliza could focus on her food, and by then, she realized she wasn’t really hungry anymore, at least not for food anyway.

Read Chapter One!

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And to get the scoop on all my new releases, as well as what I'm currently working on, just email me at paigetyler@paigetylertheauthor.com with "add me to your mailing list" in the subject line!

Oh, and by the way, I'm already working on the sequel to Animal Attraction, so keep checking my website for details!

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

Eat and Run

By A.J. Llewellyn

One of my best female friends called me late last night, crying. My first instincts were to get dressed, jump into my car, find the man who did this to her and beat him to death. I'm a protective guy, especially when injustice involves one of my peepettes.
My brother, who is still visiting me from Paris has been in an increasingly surly mood because he is missing French table wine and the filthy, stinky cigarettes he can't buy here in the US.
He thought the idea of beating up a total stranger was also a fab idea...and then my gal pal told me her tale. She'd had a date via Match.com and the guy seemed to be everything she wanted... After several lengthy phone calls, they made a date. He actually showed up! He rolled up to the Beverly Hills restaurant they chose in his shiny red Maserati, he was as hot as she'd hoped and their conversation over dinner positively sparkled.
She was in the middle of a hilarious anecdote (I believe her take on the quality of her adorable social skills) when he dabbed his lips with his napkin, smiled, and excused himself. My friend took advantage of her companion's absence to squaff a few bites of food. They were in a very expensive restaurant and the food sublime, but she was doing that girl thing, not eating much in front of him. She sipped at her red wine and happened to glance out the window.
Her date was jumping into his horrible little sports car and zooming off! Without her! Sticking her with an $89 check!
Quelle horreur!
My brother who has been boring me stupid with his endless, "Well in France...everything is better" crap look stunned when I told him the guy was French.
"He can't be a proper Frenchman," he scoffed. "They don't do things like that." I stared him down. "Well, all right, maybe they do. What's with people who like to eat and run, anyway?"
And this is the reason I am relating all of this.
We attended a friend's birthday dinner on Saturday night. I don't mind saying the name of the restaurant because it is the most pretentious place I have ever entered and never will again. It's called JGelina and it's down in Venice.
First of all, the place is so dark and such a maze, you need a tour guide to find your table. The dishes are expensive and minuscule. My $16 shrimp dish had exactly three shrimp in it. Ka-ching! I almost wept when we'd agreed to eat "family style" and I was forced to take only one pass on the plate. There were 12 at dinner and dishes kept coming out, but most I couldn't eat because I don't eat meat or chicken. I did get two [tiny] pieces of squid and felt like a food hog. All night long, forks danced in the air at our table and one of the guys ordered bottle after bottle of wine. I was worried about how much all this was costing us, since I was a designated driver and couldn't drink.
Then the restaurant staff started hassling us to vacate the table because it was the only large one and there was another party waiting for it.
My half-starved Francofile brother gave the hoity toity hostess a piece of his mind and she backed off. A couple of people pleaded early mornings and left the table, not dropping down a dime for their share. Two other friends arrived late, ordered fresh dishes and another bottle of wine and suddenly vanished. It was hard to tell at first since the restaurant was punishing us by refusing to bring candles to our now very dark corner. It was only when they didn't reapond to questions that we knew they'd gone.
I stabbed a few fingers in my starving quest for a bite of food before the waiters took everything away. By the time the check arrived, there were eight of us left, seven of us picking up the tab to include the birthday boy. To say it was the most expensive meal I never ate is an understatement.
When I left JGelina, I was absolutely famished and broke. We drove by the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, those wonderful, lovely sexy golden arches.
My Hawaiian friend Kel, who was nuzzling his wife in the back seat screamed, "Shit! food! I want dinner!" We hit the drive through and Kel and his wife thoughtfully purchased me a filet of fish sandwich and large fries.
"This is even better than French food," my brother said from the depths of his chocolate shake. The absurdity, the sheer irony of having to stop for fast food after an expensive restaurant dinner was not lost on any of us.
The old "eat and run" routine did bring out some funny stories about the protocol of paying and we convinced each other that one day, this story too would be funny.
It already is.

Aloha oe,

A.J.

Major New Contest!!!

Ok, you heard it here first. There is a major new "bragging rights" contest coming your way. Yep, the oh so fabulous Midnight Seductions Authors will celebrate their one year anniversary this December. Yay!!!!

And what is the best way for a promotional group to celebrate? Have a big contest!!
But this time, there is a bit of a twist. We've joined forces with Talking Two Lips Reviews and Topaz Promotions to bring you the sexiest, most clever contest on the internet.

So what is it about? LOVE SCENES. All published authors are invited to enter The Midnight Seductions Endless Romance Contest. Enter your best love scene, no more than 1,000 words, for the chance to win some fabulous prizes. Your excerpt will go through a rigorous judging process and then will be posted to a blog specially created for the purpose of the Reader's Choice portion of our contest.

For a complete list of all rules and information, as well as a look at a sample judges scoring sheet and the entry form, stop by:
http://msaendlessromancecontest.blogspot.com You may also download all this information and the entry form from the Midnight Seductions Yahoo Group at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MidnightSeductions Only the first 75 entries will be accepted.

Entry process starts today, September 22, 2008 and ends at Midnight EST October 13, 2008. Don't miss out on your chance at all these fabulous prizes and of course, THE BRAGGING RIGHTS THAT GO ALONG WITH IT!!!!

Self Editing

I’m not here this morning, so hopefully my Blog came through all right. I pre-set its publish.
Nope, C’s off on a weekend alone with her man

The first child weekend free since…January. LOL. You have to love grandparents, who love their grandchildren!!
(I say that because, we all know there are some people out there who couldn’t care less if the child is their blood or not, and then we have those who step up and beyond the call of the grandparent title.) But that’s another blog.

Let’s hit on editing. I absolutely hate SELF- EDITING. My grammar is yucky or at least I think so. I hated English!! Couldn’t stand it, skipped the class or brought home D’s because it was boooooring.

But yet, I love to write.

I believe I’ve grown for the better, as does everyone in their field if they truly love it and want to succeed. But when I turn something over, my knees are a quaking, because I have no critique partners in my field. Yes, I have my honey, who’s awesome with English, and a friend who writes specialized children books, for kids with learning disabilities. But their plates are full. They work all day and then some. So I kinda hate asking unless I really need a few extra set of eyes pouring over my material.

Why’s this coming up you ask. Well…I’m writing a flasher with my author promotional group, Midnight Seduction Authors. On our blog for the month of October, each author is going to post a quick 500 word teaser, so our readers can get a taste of our writings. And while I’m thrilled to be a part of this, my stomach is turning with the dread of SELF-EDITING, beside the fact that it’s harder than hell for this girl to stop at 500, LOL.
(psst…yeah I’m bringing the flasher with me this weekend, so honey can read it over. Hehehhe)

Sitting here thinking…I have to admit that I must have some trust issues. If I really wanted a critique partner in my field, I know a bunch of people to ask, to see if they or someone they know are looking for a CP also.
It’s hard out there. I know I’m honest, I know my morals are in the right place. But I don’t know about the person sitting or chatting next to me. Hmmm, may have to work on that a bit. Then I can let some of my babies go to be gazed upon by critiquing eyes.

I’m not sure about any other authors out there, but critiques don’t bother me. I look for that challenge to make my story better. Before I even submitted material, I read that you have to have a thick skin in this business to take rejections and bad reviews.
Before I published, I had over thirty rejections, from various publishing houses and agents. I know why now. Because a few told me what I needed to work on to make my manuscript the best that it could be.
I’ve had a few bad reviews, and know authors who’ve been ripped by some. But you know what, NOT everyone is going to like what we write. Some may love it, like it, or hate it. That’s call diversity. I’m big on diversity. Does it get me down a bit, well of course, I am human.

Okay so back on track here…

Who else hates Self Editing?

Do you feel like you’ve “forgotten” something as you‘re sending it out or turning it in?

I have one more thing to say...I LOVE MY EDITORS!!!!

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Office Space To Create

So today I decided to blog about office space... As an author I don't need to have my corner of the house where I can sit and lock the door to work on my books. But it is nice to have one. I think my corner is where I get most inspired and the creativity just flows....


I don't need quiet since I always write with music on... I use to have a separate office and a bedroom but a few months ago I decided to combine them together and use the old office room for a spare bedroom. It changed the whole feel of the so called office.

It made the space feel nice and warm.

Don't get me wrong...it was nice to have an office but it wasn't the same...

I am the type of person who can write anywhere. I just have to find my space......I have written in the car, a coffee shop, on the patio.....

Just know I carry a pen and paper where ever I go....

So what does my space look like....Well currently I have a huge corner desk and the top is lined with books about writing, publishing, html codes and other romance novels...

I also have another shelf filled with over 200 Cd's and my computer programs....

OH and the sticky notes....there are a ton of sticky notes stuck to the desk with web site notes, character notes and other ideas....

What's on my big desk? Hmm promo bookplates, metallic markers and a box of peanut butter smarties....oh and tons of gimp for the key chains I'm working on.....

So for the authors and writer....Do you have a corner you can sit and write?

Do you need a corner to write or can you write all over?

What does your space look like?

Savannah

Bestselling Author Of Romance & Erotica
www.savannahchase.com
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Into the Light!

The remnants of Ike tore through Kentucky last Sunday leaving much of the state without power. My electricity was out from Sunday morning until Wednesday afternoon. While we got off easily compared to Texas it was a long three days. You don’t realize how dependent you are on electricity until you don’t have it.

The thing is missed most during the ordeal was my computer/Internet. Every day, I took my laptop to Panera Bread or my sister’s house to check my emails. Still it was a huge adjustment not to have my computer available 24/7.

Now, my dh went crazy without television. I admit I missed it too but I didn’t have withdrawals as he did. My daughter was like me and missed her laptop most of all. She managed to get by as long as she could keep her cell charged. She couldn’t live without texting or so she says.

Nighttime is the worst. I was ready for bed by 8:30. What else can you do in the dark? Yeah! Yeah! I know but after days without the computer and television who’s in the mood for sex? LOL

There are a few hard facts you learn quickly. Candlelight is only romantic for about an hour. After that, you worry that your house will burn down from an overturned candle. We love fast food but after days of it, we were all nauseated.

I used to dream of living on a beach but after this experience, I know I couldn’t deal with the constant threat of hurricanes. Right now, Kentucky looks good or at least it will when all the power is restored.

Hope everyone enjoys their weekend! I plan on enjoying the AC, late night reading, getting on my computer whenever I please and a bit of television. I might even enjoy the laundry—maybe not!

Laura/LA Day

Rough & Ready

I hope you're all having a great Thursday. I've been down and out since Sunday with a nasty virus. I'm out of bed this morning but have absolutely no energy. I'm going to leave you with a little excerpt from my short, hot read, ROUGH & READY.



EXCERPT


The hair on Hollis’ forearms stood on end. Taima gave off more current than a cattle prod. He figured she was still a good four paces back, moving without a whisper.

“’Bout time you quit hiding.” He didn’t turn around, but in his mind, she stopped in her tracks, surprised.

An arm circled his neck and jerked him back. An elbow pressed his sternum, and in the corner of his eye a steel blade flashed in the moonlight. His words hadn’t stalled her, and she had been closer than he thought. He should’ve expected as much.

His Adam’s apple moved over the smooth crook of her arm. Now wasn’t the time to fight back. She was stronger than he had given her credit for, and smelled like she’d rolled in a patch of lavender. A curtain of straight black hair grazed the side of his face and spilled onto his chest.

“Did you think you were gonna run off that easy? That I couldn’t find you?” Her breath was hot on his ear, and every word was seeped in raw rage. She jerked her arm tighter around his neck, cutting off his windpipe.

Hollis tossed his own knife to the ground and grabbed her wrist hard enough to force her hand open. Her weapon fell from her grasp and she swore.

He flung her forward, over his shoulder. And held her when she landed squarely in his lap. Fire shot out of her black eyes, and the moon bounced off the brown skin stretched across her high cheekbones.

“You’re not on the reservation anymore. Pulling a knife on a man will land you in jail. Or in the grave.”

“That’s obviously a chance I’m willing to take.” Taima jerked her wrist free and struggled to get up.

He held her fast. With one arm around her waist, he caught her head in his hand and gripped the thick mass of silky hair. With an almost gentle tug, he pulled her head back. Her nostrils flared. Her hot breath fanned across his face, and a wild desperate look filled her eyes. She might want to kill him, but she’d be just as willing to fuck him first.

“You like playing rough, don’t you?” He dipped his head to nip at one of the nipples straining against her thin flannel shirt.

She let out a yelp, but arched her back, begging for more.

“It’s too bad you don’t like me anymore.” Hollis lifted her off him and deposited her onto the ground. He clamped her wrists in his hands and stretched himself above her. Her chest rose and fell in an exaggerated rhythm. And his dick put up a fight against his worn out Levi’s.

“I hate you.” She groaned. The pulse in her neck pounded and her tongue darted out to wet her full rosy lips. He bent for her neck, and she turned her head giving him access. His hat tipped and fell off his head, landing on the ground beside them.

“I told you I didn’t do it.” He moved to taste her chest. “You believe me or you would’ve tried harder to kill me.” His mouth moved along her open neckline and his nose nudged the flannel aside enough to expose a soft pillow of light cinnamon flesh. No bra to hide the dark brown areola, puckered and covered with goose bumps. Another nudge against her shirt and a rigid nipple sprang free.

Hollis wasted no time sucking her needy peak into his mouth. With every rake of his tongue her breath came harder, and her body squirmed. He’d be willing to bet she was slicker than a mud trail. And she was a hell of a lot more fun to roll around in.

“Couldn’t stand to see me go, could ya?” He pulled her hands together and freed one of his own.

“I came after my horse.” She wasn’t about to give him anything more than he deserved. He could count on that.

Hollis chuckled to himself. He could feel her energy, pent up and squirming beneath him, anger that would turn to passion in a heartbeat. “I just borrowed Old Mabry. And you know it.” He blew a warm breath over her nipple. “I don’t think it was the horse you came after. And until you tell me I’m innocent, you ain’t getting him or me.”

Buy it here.

Wendi Darlin

I'm at Coffee Time!

That's right! You can now find me at the Coffee Time Romance Forum! I have my own mini-forum, where you can find a listing of my books, as well as excerpts! You can also keep up with the latest news, like where I'm blogging and when I have a new release out, as well as read reviews of my books!

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

Gay For Pay

By A.J. Llewellyn

Current mood: contemplative
Category: Romance and Relationships

Hi Everyone,
My new book A Vampire in Waikiki was published yesterday and I am very excited about this one, because it was inspired by a true story. My publisher challenged me to write a M/M vampire book and to be honest, the M/M part was easy since that's all I write. The vampire part had me stumped. I had never written one and was worried about the whole idea of messing with accepted legends and lores.
Then I had Christmas Eve dinner with a friend, a lovely woman who is in her 50s and looks younger thanks to punishing body workouts at the gym. She knows obviously that I'm a gay man, and asked me if I had heard of a certain gay porn star.
Well, I had, and listened breathlessly as she told me he'd hit on her at the gym. I don't want to say his name here since he has now quit the biz and is in AA and trying to make big changes in his life. So, let's call him Joe.
The fact that she is 20 years older than Joe, and a woman on top of it, kind of stunned me. In his last two movies, this muscle bound top turned bottom and let me tell you've I've watched him get fucked and I've watched him eat a man's cok and ass with relish. He is gay. Sorry. GAY.
"But he's gay," I kept saying.
"No," she replied matter of factly. "He's gay for pay."
Before they had sex, I suggested she watch a few of his movies.
"I'm not watching those, they're disgusting," she snapped. I begged her to use rubbers. At least if they had safe sex I wouldn't worry so much. I felt this was going to end badly but her nether regions were on red alert. The forbbiden gay fruit and all that jazz.
They had sex a couple of times and she swears it blew her panties into the next room because it was so good. Well, I would hope after banging some of hottest guys in the world a time or two he'd know his way around the human body, but I knew my friend was circling the block for a world of hurt.
Gay for pay. Does it exist? Well, like I said, I've watched this guy's movies and not having any type of special attachment to his sexual status personally, I could swear he's gay. At the very least, he's bisexual.
I was very clear with my friend that she wasn't going to get her rosy-hued outcome. Some people can deal with bisexuality, but it's a tough enough road to make a relationship work when you're gay or straight, let alone when you can't decide. I tried to give my friend a visual image to help her understand my logic. It's like being in a car on the freeway. You have to pick a lane to drive in; you can't straddle two.
Each time she and Joe had an encounter, she'd call and tell me about it. I was fascinated frankly only because of who he is, but it did not honestly sound like he was trying to start a relationship with her. It all sounded tawdry and gross. He wanted a quickie while his boyfriend was at work. She was having a hot time in the bed he shares with a man.
Then she found out [checking his text messages] that he was doing this with a few other women from the gym. She was devastated. Like I said, this guy Joe has some problems. The one I feel truly sorry for is not my friend, but the gay boyfriend, who works hard, thinks he's got himself a sexy, troubled former porn star boyfriend that he is fully supporting. A sexy, troubled user of a boyfriend who can't wait until he leaves the house to do all kinds of things.
I could have predicted things with Joe would have ended badly for my friend, except that he is still in her life and she now helps him financially and puts up with a lot of crap without any of the 'benefits' she used to get. This is where the idea for A Vampire in Waikiki came from.
He puts the bite on people who genuinely care about him. He's an equal opportunity fucker-upper. He may or may not be gay but now he's in AA, he can't sleep with anybody which is probably a good thing because he can't hurt anyone, man, woman, gay or straight, for a year - if he sticks to the program.
I finally met him and would have been dazzled by him because he is still looks gorgeous and he's thoroughly charming, but I knew what he was doing to my friend. Besides which, she told him about A Vampire in Waikiki and he'd put off meeting me because he thought I might be mean to him.
We actually get along very well and the few times we've met, he is either a total pussycat or a complete jackass. I put a lot of his bizarre behavior down to a crushing Meth and alcohol addiction. On good days he was a sweet guy, on bad days, you wanted to be ready with a stun gun.
Joe has never read my books - "What, me read?" was the first thing he said to my friend when she told him about me.
When we first met, he worked as hard at seducing me as he did her and over dinner, acted like I was the most riveting thing alive. I felt very bad for my friend, especially when I got him to admit he's bisexual. I didn't strong arm him, I didn't do anything other than gently suggest he should be honest with her.
At least now she has some facts and is starting to see more of the real man underneath the layers of bullshit. He left us in the middle of our meal to go on a date - with a man - and my friend was left in a puddle of tears. As we waited for the valet guys to bring us our cars, she looked up at the perfect full moon hanging low in the sky and I put my arms around her.
"You know, what, AJ? You know what's good about all this?"
"What?" I asked her.
"You got a great book out of it!"
Aloha oe,
A.J.
Currently listening : Maestro By Taj Mahal Release date: 2008-09-30

The RT Convention in April of 2009

Okay, as I sit and read my latest issue of RT review, I can’t help but be excited that the balls on a roll for me going this April. Finally, RT hits Florida again. The last time they were here, I was down and out from a major auto accident. So needless to say I could barely walk never mind hit a convention.

I won’t be staying at the convention site of the Wyndham-Orlando Resort. Nope my Dad’s graciously giving up his hard-earned points at one of the local hotels not far away, so I can sit pretty in a suite. Talk about supporting my writing career. THANKS DAD!! LOVE YOU!!

So who has some advice for this green horn, attending her first RT convention? Give me all the tid bits.

On another note...

Has anyone ever noted that I don't write long blogs? It just hit me. All my blogs tend to be on the short side. Get to the point and that's that.

Totally opposite from my writing style. You can't shut me up. LOL. I'm lucky if I can get me to stop a manuscript at only 10,000 words. Hehehehe.

Don't worry MSA...My Fall Flasher WILL be ready for OCT. at only 500 words *Grins*

New Release: Pleasure After The Pain

I'm happy to announce that I have a new book out. The book is called Pleasure After The Pain and it is now available at Red Rose Publishing. This story is all about art work...Tattoos....

Pleasure After The Pain
Publication Date: September 11, 2008
Erotic/Contemporary
ISBN: 978-1-60435-201-6
Cover Artist: Ash Arceneaux
Word Count: 8, 814
Price: $1.99

What is your wildest fantasy about getting a tattoo?

A night out on the town with a friend ends up bringing Serene to a tattoo parlor. There she discovers a tattoo that takes a hold of her. Something about it calls to her. Body art can bring pleasure to its owner but this tattoo brings more pleasure then Serena ever imagined.

Will Serena’s tattoo give her more pleasure than she could imagine or will it be a fleeting moment of pleasure after the pain?

Buy Now http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=225

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So tell me guys do you have any tattoos? How many? What was your first one? I'm planning on getting one for my birthday..It will be my first.....

Savannah

www.savannahchase.com

Fated or star crossed lovers???

What do you prefer?

I’ve written fated mates that are destined to be together. You see a lot of this in shapeshifter romance. My Faldron Shifter Series books contain fated mates and so does Greek Temptation.

I’ve written several books where the characters stumble upon each other in one way or another and fall in love. I suppose these would be more realistic.

I also have characters that never should have met. My Warriors in Time heroes are Yahi warriors that traveled through time from 1866 to present day to meet their lovers.

There are too many scenarios to mention.

Is there a certain development of a love story that you prefer?

Or, one that you find too hokey?

Laura/LA Day
Website
Feral Intensity available now at Ellora’s Cave
Warrior in Time coming to Print
Set in Stone releasing Oct. 29th

Another Day I Remember

Eight years before today was a day of remembrance for lives lost in a gruesome attack on our country and way of life, I married my husband. We wed in a corny little wedding chapel in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina with only a few friends there to witness our vows. We were young, naive and scared half to death.

When I think back on it now, I realize we married when we did and the way we did out of fear of losing one another. But we must have known what we were doing -- either that or we just got damn lucky.

We've been married fifteen years today. I still bonk myself on the head for not planning a nicer wedding and hiring a better photographer - and don't even get me started on that veil. But we're just as married as anyone else, and we've made a wonderful family together. I believe all of us sometimes know more than we think we do at the time. I definitely know I got this one right, just like I knew on our first date that I would marry him. Maybe that's why I write romance.

On this Remembrance Day I hope you all remember not only the lives lost on September 11, 2001, but also a moment that makes your heart happy - a time the stars lined up and your life changed for the better.


Wendi Darlin
www.wendidarlin.blogspot.com

Also check out The Water Bearer by Wendi Christner at BookStrand!

New from Paige Tyler - Protective Custody!

I'm thrilled to announce that I have hot, new, contemporary romance out from Liquid Silver Books called Protective Custody! If you like books about guys that come with their own handcuffs, then you'll love this sexy story!

If you're familiar with my other books, then it's probably no surprise that I love to write about strong, sexy, alpha males, and Gray Beckham, the hero in Protective Custody is about as strong, sexy and alpha as they come!

Protective Custody has romance, adventure, humor, and obviously, lots of hot, steamy sex! I think you're going to love it!

Protective Custody

Synopsis:

Paisley McCoy is a sexy reporter who writes about the San Francisco club scene for a local magazine. Having a dad on the force has led to one hard and fast rule – she doesn’t date cops. She likes her men sensitive and intellectual, two qualities in short supply in any cop she’s ever met. But now she’s stuck with this standard-issue cop – aggressive, opinionated, and sure he’s always right. In short, the complete opposite of the kind of man she usually goes for.

Gray Beckham is a no-nonsense cop who's peeved about being taken off a major burglary investigation to babysit the captain’s bratty daughter, even if she is gorgeous. To make it even more annoying, she acts like the whole thing is a joke and insists she doesn’t need his protection. And while she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near the captain’s daughter.

Despite their differences, though, Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them. But as that connection turns into romance, they find out that the stalker is a far greater threat than they had originally thought. And that if he can’t have her, no one will.

Excerpt:

They spoke little on the ride to her apartment. Once they got there, Gray told her to wait in the entryway while he took a look around. It seemed like overkill to her, but she didn’t argue. However, she didn’t stay where he’d told her to, either. Instead, she went into the kitchen to open her mail. That earned her a dark scowl from Gray when he came out of the bedroom several minutes later. Paisley pretended not to notice.

“I’ve been on a stakeout for a couple of days,” he said after declaring the apartment clear. “Do you mind if I use your shower?”

She glanced up from the Victoria's Secret catalog she had been flipping through. “No, go ahead.”

“Thanks.” He picked up his overnight bag from the floor where he’d left it. “I won’t be long. Keep the door locked and don’t open it to anyone.”

Yeah, yeah. She went back to flipping through the catalog, only to pause when she heard the shower turn on a few minutes later. She had looked for a way to give Gray the slip ever since they’d walked out of the police station, and she decided she wasn’t going to get a better opportunity than right then. While she had to admit she really didn’t mind having the hunky inspector around, she hated being told what to do, especially by her father. Time to exercise her independence.

Tossing the catalog on the counter, Paisley hurried out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. Knowing she wouldn’t have enough time to do more than pack a few things before Gray came out, she decided to forget about the basics and instead, just grab a dress and a pair of high heels to wear that night. Everything else she could borrow from whichever friend she stayed with. At least until it was safe to come back to her place. By safe, she meant when there wasn’t some cop hanging around it.Shoving the dress into an evening purse, Paisley picked up her shoes in her free hand and darted from the room. She had barely made it past the bathroom when the door opened.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Gray demanded from behind her.

Paisley stopped in her tracks at the commanding tone in his voice. Crap! She had hoped to slip out before Gray finished taking his shower. It just wasn’t fair that guys could clean up so fast.

Squaring her shoulders, she whirled around to face him. And blinked. Though he had put on jeans, he hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and all she could do was stare at him in feminine appreciation. She had known he was built, but she hadn’t realized just how well. Broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and rock-hard abs. Daaaaammmm! He had a body that just wouldn’t quit.

Gray crossed his arms over his chest. “Well?” he prompted when she said nothing.

Paisley tore her gaze from his perfectly sculpted arms to look up at him. She hadn’t realized he was so tall. Even in heels, she was still almost a head shorter than he was. She lifted her chin. “Out.”

His golden brown eyes narrowed. “Not without me, you’re not.”

She let out a sigh. “Look. Like I told you before, this isn’t going to work. I’m going to stay with some friends until this whole thing blows over. You can just tell my dad that I gave you the slip. He won’t hold it against you.”

“I don’t think so.”

She clenched her jaw. “I wasn’t asking for your permission, Inspector. I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.”

With that, Paisley whirled around and started for the door. She didn’t even make it halfway before Gray caught her arm and turned her back around.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

She glared up at him. “Oh, really?” she countered. “And just how are you going to stop me? Handcuff me to the bed?”

Her words hung in the air between them for a long moment before his mouth finally quirked.

“Though I’ll admit that’s tempting,” he said, “I have something more effective in mind.”

Before she could ask what he meant by that, Gray led her over to the couch. What was he going to do, sit her down and lecture her?

To her surprise, Gray didn’t sit her down at all, but instead took a seat himself. Totally perplexed, she was just about to ask what he was doing when a tug on her arm sent her sprawling over his knee. She had no choice but to drop the purse and shoes so she could put her hands on the floor to keep herself balanced.

For a moment, Paisley was so stunned she just lay there. She recovered quickly enough though, and when she did, she immediately tried to push herself upright. But a strong hand on her back held her firmly in place. Furious at being manhandled, she glared at him over her shoulder.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

He returned her glower with one of his own. “Teaching you a lesson.”

Paisley opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt him smack her upturned bottom. He did not just spank her!

Protective Custody is available from Liquid Silver Books!

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Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"

Inspiration

By A.J. Llewellyn

Hi everyone,
So yesterday, back in civilization in Waikiki, and after many cups of coffee (and three cherry napples) at Napoleon Bakery in Ala Moana Mall, my mate Tony (who is now flirting with the idea he could be gay) walked into Barnes and Noble bookstore. He went to check out photos of nude men to see if they gave him a woody (his word, not mine) and I shot straight to the Hawaiiana section. I was incensed to find this pervasive, self-published paperback by a certified moron who claims the 1893 US sanctioned overthrow of the Hawaiian Monarchy's Queen Lili'uokalani never happened. This is exactly like saying the US invasion of Iraq never happened. This ridiculous book even had its own display, front and center.
I quickly busied myself hiding each and every copy under the biggest, heaviest books I could find while one of the store employees stood there and watched. I don't know what this guy thinks of me, since I do this chore every time I walk in there but anyway...I hunted down Tony, who claimed not to be feeling anything as he stared at pictures of some pretty hot guys.
"I need to keep looking," he said with a cheery wave. "I want to feel the earth move, baby."
So I left him to his investigative duty and I grabbed my car and drove to Iolani Palace. I was pleased to find that the beautiful Hawaiian flags from the weekend celebrations of the Queen's birthday were still in place.
An ugly, futile pro-sovereignty coup was staged here a few weeks ago leading to twenty arrests and the temporary closure of the palace. I was glad to find it is once again open for tours and I joined the twelve people already in line to take the last one for the day.
I've done it countless times but I take it often to remind me of my inspiration. When the Queen was overthrown, she was arrested, charged with treason and held captive in a room on the top left floor. It's the room Jack Lord always payed homage to in every episode of Hawaii Five-O.
This room is my inspiration because although it was her prison and she was denied access to musical instruments and newspapers and personal visits, this wonderful, talented woman wrote 250 songs during her long, hideous trial and her sentence. These songs still remain the most important ones Hawaii has ever produced. Whenever my friends tell me their troubles, the troubles that stop them from writing, I hammer them with her story.
I think I joined the geriatric group outing yesterday. I was the only guy there under a hundred. We were sitting on the side lanai, putting on paper booties over our street shoes to start the tour inside the palace when Tony came cluttering up the stairs.
"A.J! Mate!" he screeched. "It's all right. I'm not queer!"
All the little old ladies sitting beside me blinked and stared at him.
"Tony, you might not be gay but you are queer, mate," I responded.
"No, no. I saw a picture of Madonna and mate! Wood galore! I got me a fuckin' forest of redwood in my pants!"
One of the little old ladies giggled. She laughed so hard, she almost choked, took her teeth out of her mouth, spat on them and put them back in.
(Eeewww!)
Tony knew without my having to tell him, but I did, just in case he needed help. He was about to find himself in a world of hurt.
"Madonna gave you wood? Mate. That definitely means you're gay."

Aloha oe,
AJ

Third Time is the Charm!

For those of you who are fans of my Gabriel stories, I'm just letting you know I'm putting the finishing touches on installment III. He's badder than ever, hotter than hell, and will make you cream in your jeans. lol



There's just one problem. Usually I'm good with titles, but I can't come up with just the right title for this one. It's driving me insane. Actually it is really messing with the writing too. For me a title helps me set the tone.

My title is always very significant to something within the story or about the character. And I love double entendre. For instance, in Gabriel's Horn,the title was in reference to a comment made by the heroine in regard to Gabriel's name and the angel Gabriel. So just a bit of play on names going on there. Gabriel is no angel, and as far as his horn is concerned, just as he said to our heroine, "...and he blew long and hard."

Now in the second installment of that series, the title is Gabriel's Gun. Gabe is a bodyguard in this particular story and packs a weapon. Actually he packs a couple of weapons. lol And in this story there is a bit of dialogue in regard to his weapon. He asks the heroine, "Do you like my gun, babe?" to which she replies, "I like your gun very much, and I think I'd like the one between your legs even better."

Now tell me that's not hot. You can't do it. You just can't. lol

So here I am, almost finished with a story and no title. And I'm just plain pissed off. I'm hoping something jumps out at me in the next two weeks as my story is due with my editor at Freya's Bower. I know I'll figure it out, but I swear, this one is really kicking my ass.

Does anyone else ever have that problem. This is truly a first for me.

Let's talk about Sexual Positions...

Okay, I recently blogged over at MSA about Sexual Positions. Here is it, and I’d like to emphasize on that a bit.

Oh yes, hehehhe, C has big grins on her face.

After reading or writing about a position, do you say “Hey honey, can we try this?” Not only to see if it’s fun *grins* but to see if it can really be done.

Yeppers, sometimes, I find myself writing about a scene, and then, it just doesn’t make any sense when I reread it.
Like, is it possible for him to rub that while in this position, and keep doing the hunka hunka like he is? *cupping hands to mouth* “HONEY, I need you, we have research!!” Hehehe *eyebrows wiggling*. Can you see the grin from ear to ear?

How about the Karma Sutra? I haven’t had the pleasure of cracking that open…yet, but have read Cosmo, and every now and then, they toss in some sweet positions to try out. Some I just look at and ask, ‘do I need yoga before trying this?’

So what about you…do you read or write that scene, squint and say, ‘huh, it sounds plausible, but can his hand be doing this while he’s doing that, or vise versa?’


Okay…Now we all have our favorite position. Whether it’s for comfort, feel, or just plain rowdiness.

How many times do you change position during sex? Do you expect it, or just like that one position and that’s it?
Are you afraid to try out something new, or do you say ‘bring it on’ with a big grin?

I’d love to know what readers think about when they read about a sexual position. Do you like reading about the same position every sex scene, or should they vary?
Do you lose interest in the scene if the characters always ‘do it’ the same?

Obviously I write Erotica, When is to much to much, do you draw the lines at some positions (I’m not talking kind of sex, that’s another blog *grins*), or too much sex in a book?

To answer some of my own questions…hehehhe

Yes, I love changing positions
I’d say “bring it on” I like to see a variety of positions while I’m reading. I mean come on missionary gets boring after a while.

Pirates...Theft.....Why???

Pirates.....No not the one's you see in movies...I'm talking about book pirates....People who burn or sell illegal copies of books and other media stuff....

Book theft has been going on for a very long time, but the more time passes the worse it is getting. In case you don't know what I'm talking about let me give you a run down...There are sites that are selling or posting books illegally. Some places resell them and make profit of your work and others just give your work away for free.

That is wrong...No matter what you call it, it's theft...Authors work hard on creating books and getting them out there for readers. It's not an easy job to publish a book. So much work goes into one single book no matter if it's a print book or ebook...It's very hard work, and when you find out that people are distributing your work out there for free it really sucks....

There are so many places doing this and many times authors don't even know about this happening to their work. Authors reply on the kindness of people to inform them about stuff like this....I know that if my work is out there illegally I would want to know..

When books get stolen from authors they suffer...This is their living and for some their only income as well.

What I'm trying to say is that stealing books from authors affects us is more ways then one...

It affects the publisher and all the people who worked so hard to help the author bring their baby to life.

All I can do is ask that you don't support or contribute to places like this. Things like this have to be stopped.

I truly hope that one day there will be a way to put a stop to book theft....

One can only hope...

Savannah

Bid For Love now @ Lyrical Press

www.savannahchase.com

Feral Intensity by LA Day-Available NOW!!

My new gay, shapeshifter erotic romance just went on sale at Ellora's Cave.

Feral Intensity by L.A. Day
Copyright 2008
Book 3 of the Faldron Shifters Series
M/M Erotic Romance available at Ellora’s Cave.
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419916373

Setup:
In wolf form, Dirk comes across the alpha coyote that is to be his mate. Temptation swirls within him but is he ready to submit?

Excerpt:
A solitary howl shattered the peace of the evening. Dirk Valde raised his head from a science-fiction novel as the sound reverberated in his soul. Closing his eyes, he sighed. He was lonely, that was a fact. Laying the book aside, he stood and crossed to the cabin door. Lifting his head, he sniffed the cool night air. The coyote wasn’t in Valde territory yet but it was close. Taking a seat in an old wooden rocker, Dirk propped his bare feet up on the top rail of the porch. It was fall in the Faldron Mountains and the ground was crisp with frost. A low moon hung over the trees, illuminating the clearing around the cabin. He watched as a young buck hugged the tree line, following the scent of a doe in heat. The deer was oblivious to anything but his potential mate. A smirk curved Dirk’s lips. He could relate to the horny male.

The buck stopped and lifted his head. Taking a whiff of the air, he caught the scent of the coyote. Spooked, the deer bolted into the woods. The coyote wouldn’t feast on that particular deer tonight.

The cabin was located on the lower ridge at the northeast corner of Valde territory. The Valde wolf pack was the largest, strongest wolf pack in the area. Their land was vast and protected at all costs. They were fortunate to have a friendly feline pack on their eastern boarder. The mating of Gionne to Jenna and Riza to Leon had solidified that relationship.

He had chosen to take over guard duty in this area. It was his responsibility to protect the Valde wolf pack’s territory from invaders. The newly formed coyote pack pushed the boundaries daily. Yesterday, they had taunted him by leaving the remains of a fresh kill near the creek, behind the cabin.

It was a deliberate attempt to draw him out and he knew why. He would meet with Rian, their pack leader, when he was ready and not before then. The cabin had not been the best place to come to sort out his feelings, not with the coyotes so close. Temptation was just over the ridge. So far, Rian hadn’t tried to force the issue but day by day his scent lingered closer.

Coming to the cabin had been a huge step for Dirk. Part of him knew he couldn’t run forever but a knot of panic formed in his gut every time he considered his destiny. His worry was twofold. Having a male mate was a surprise but a coyote mate was a shock. He lived in denial. In fact, he’d almost mated twice in the last several months. Neither female had been his true mate but both were fine females and had aroused a need within him. Thoughts of Jenna and Riza made him hard. The scent in the air made him harder. Both females had moved on with their mates and it was time for him to move on with his life.

Standing, Dirk pulled the tie out of his long hair. The cool night air had little effect on him and he shucked the unfastened jeans that were his only covering. Darting into the yard, two legs turned to four as he took the shape of a white wolf.

In wolf form, he was free of the worries that consumed his human half. Picking up a hot scent he crashed through thick underbrush, almost stumbling as he came to a sudden stop on the frosty ground. In a knee-deep pool of the stream sat a coyote shifter. Wet, black hair fell over bronze shoulders. The wolf growled low in his throat as the coyote shifter stood on firm, sculpted legs. A sleek back led to a rounded ass a shade lighter in color. Twisting, the coyote turned to face him.

The scent of lust filled the air as his gaze met the gleaming brown eyes of the coyote shifter. Dirk’s gaze traveled over the well-developed, lightly furred chest, the flat stomach and came to rest on the impressive erection jutting from the male’s body.

“So you’ve come out of hiding,” Rian Aden’s husky voice teased Dirk. “Why don’t you shift? I’d enjoy a back scrubbing and I’d return the favor.”

In feral form, Dirk took a step forward, stretching his neck out as he scented the aroused male. Perking his ears, he flared his nostrils. The heady scent was like a flavor on his tongue and his mouth watered. Overwhelmed with need, Dirk’s shiny coat stood on end as he struggled to contain his feral urge to mate.

“Come on Dirk. You know you want to.” Rian’s honey-rich voice teased as much as his soap-covered hand, which slid over rippling abs and encircled his erect cock. Dirk watched as the coyote shifter stroked his erection with a slow, firm grip.

Mesmerized by the beauty that was Rian, he took two steps forward. Dirk licked his lips hungrily. He was within touching distance of Rian and the coyote reached out his other hand. Startled, Dirk jumped back. The human within warred with his beast, fighting for control. He growled and darted back into the brush.

“Fuck!” The curse echoed in Dirk’s ears as he headed for the cabin.

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Other books in the series.
Faldron Shifters – Book One- Feral Domination
Faldron Shifters – Book Two – Feral Lust

What would you take with you?

By now we've all probably taken a look at the weather reports that show a trail of storms marching across the Atlantic that may very well be destined to change lives somewhere. Maybe our lives or the life of someone we love.

I'm a native Floridian and weathered two hurricanes while living on the coast of North Carolina for a few years, so tropical systems aren't new to me. Luckily, my family has never suffered monumental loss from these storms, but so many have. When I watch people on the news who have lost their homes and possessions, my heart goes out to them. And I'm always thankful if lives were spared. As my dad has always said, "Things can be replaced, people can't." And yes, lives can be rebuilt.

I've often wondered if my family had to evacuate and knew our home and everything inside it may be lost, what would I want to take with me. So now I'm posing the same question to you. If you, your loved ones and your pets were all safe, and you had time to grab three things from your home, what would take with you?


Here's mine, at least I think it is:

1. my flash drive
2. my son's baby album
3. I honestly don't know. There are other photo albums, an afghan my maternal grandmother made, a quilt my paternal grandmother made, something of my mother's (who died when I was a teenager). None of these things can be replaced, but I don't know how to choose one over the other. And it's the emotions they evoke that make them special. Those emotions live inside me whether I have the reminders or not. I guess I can peacefully live without them.

So maybe I would only grab two things. Which says something about my life and my house full of crap. What's worth the most to me is monetarily worth the least. I suppose I should take this knowledge shopping with me the next time I go. Of course, where's the sport in that? LOL!

Seriously though, which three things would you take from your house, if you could only save three? Which possessions truly mean the most to you?

On a lighter note again, if you like Kenny Chesney, I posted a couple of concert pix on my blog this morning. Come by and check them out.

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New from Paige Tyler - Samantha and the Detective!

I'm thrilled to announce that I have a sexy new contemporary spanking romance out called Samantha and the Detective! It's available in eBook, print, and Amazon Kindle!

Gotta love a guy who come with his own handcuffs!

Detective Hayden Tanner hates reporters, especially when they interfere with a police investigation. So why is he so drawn to saucy reporter Samantha Halliwell when she does nothing but interfere with his current investigation of a college student's murder? And why does Samantha continue to provoke him when he's already made good on his promise and put her over his knee her for getting in his way? Perhaps because despite her dislike for authority figures, she finds the handsome detective's willingness to take her in hand surprisingly sexy. But despite his repeated warnings and over the knee spankings, Samantha continues to investigate the murder heedless of the danger, putting not only her future with Hayden in jeopardy but her very life as the killer closes in on her.

Excerpt:

It was only ten-thirty in the morning and it had already been a long day. But that was because Hayden Tanner had been up since four AM when he’d been called down to the university after some early morning joggers had found the body of a fellow student dumped beside one of the fitness trails. A half dozen members of the track club had been getting in some cross-country work before class and had seen a bare leg sticking out of some shrubs.

From the looks of it, the naked body had been tossed from a car parked on the road up the hill from the trail. There were cuts, scrapes, and bruises on the body that the ME had said were post mortem, which fit with the theory that the body had been dumped after the murder. Preliminary cause of death was strangulation since there were heavy ligature marks around the man’s neck.

The combination of the naked body, rope marks on the wrists, and the college campus dumpsite gave the murder all the indicators of a sex crime, but Hayden was reserving judgment until he and his partner got the results from the autopsy. At least one thing was sure, though; they could definitely rule out suicide.

As it happened, one of the joggers had recognized the vic and identified him as an art major that had a part-time job at one of Seattle’s small bookstores, which was where Hayden and his partner were now.

“So, when did you say you saw him last?” Hayden asked the store’s owner.

The man was well past middle age, with a thin, angular face and wire-rimmed glasses that hid unremarkable gray eyes. He was just the type of man that Hayden would imagine owning a bookstore.

Before the man could answer his question, however, the door to the shop opened. Hayden turned to find a woman entering the store. She was young, probably no more than twenty-five or so, and pretty, with ash blonde hair that she had loosely pulled up into a clip and sunglasses perched atop her head. She was petite, too, he noticed. In fact, if not for the stacked heels she was wearing, she’d probably barely reach his chin.

But it was her eyes that fascinated him. They were the clear, blue-green color of the Caribbean. And, no doubt, just as easy for a man to drown in.

Her gaze immediately locked on the badges he and his partner wore, and she hurried over to them eagerly.

“What are you doing here?” she asked even as her blue eyes took on a knowing look. Slipping on a pair of reading glasses, she took a spiral notebook out of her handbag. “This must be about Rick Elliot, right?”

Hayden’s eyes narrowed. Damn, she was a reporter. He should have known. “And how do you know about that?” he asked crossly.

She barely spared him a glance as she fished a pen out of her huge shoulder bag. “My scanner,” she said, as if that should have been obvious. “What happened?”

Hayden’s dark brows drew together. With a quick look at his partner, who was regarding him with amusement, he abandoned his questioning and took her arm. “I’m Detective Hayden Tanner and since this is a police investigation, I’ll be the one asking the questions. In fact, I think I have a few for you,” he said, hustling her out the door.

“Let go of me! I’m sure even a Neanderthal like you has heard of the First Amendment. I have every right to be here.” Samantha Halliwell wrenched her arm from the detective’s grasp once they were outside and glared up at him. “Who taught you manners? The Marquis de Sade?”

His mouth twitched in wry amusement at her quip. “Who?”

“Forget it!” she snapped. “I'm sure it's above you.”

His jaw tightened slightly at the insult. “Who are you?” he asked. “I’ve never seen you around a crime scene before.”

Samantha was glad she’d worn her chunky sandals. Even with them, she barely came up to his chin, and she lifted hers defiantly. “Samantha Halliwell from the Post.”

Gold eyes narrowed and his voice took on an accusing tone. “I never heard of you.”
Samantha looked up at the handsome man before her. He would have been what her younger sister called “a hottie” if he weren’t so damn arrogant, which was why she wasn’t the least bit affected by his broad shoulders, rugged good looks, or incredible amber-colored eyes. “And you know all the reporters that work for the Post?”

He lifted a brow. “Just the good ones.”

She flushed and looked away. “I work in the arts and leisure section,” she said softly.

The detective had to bend his head to hear her words. “The what?”

Her gaze snapped back to his. “Arts and leisure,” she said stiffly, louder this time and carefully punctuating each word.

To her surprise – and intense irritation – he burst out laughing. “What? You're not even a real reporter!”

“I am too, you jerk!” How dare he say that to her! Just because she wrote about gallery openings and movies didn’t mean she wasn’t a real reporter. “So, what can you tell me about Rick Elliot’s murder? Do you think Jack Kendall was involved?” she asked, referring to the dour faced man who owned the bookstore.

Hayden Tanner’s mouth tightened. “If you were a real reporter, you would know that one, Rick Elliot’s death has not been officially ruled a murder and won’t be until the final autopsy report comes in, and two, I wouldn't be able to comment on who might or might not be involved.”

She folded her arms and gave him a contemptuous look. “Oh, please! His naked body was found with rope marks around his neck. What did he do – stumble and choke himself on a tree limb while out jogging in the nude?”

“Where did you get that information?” he demanded.

She smiled sweetly at him. “Anonymous source. Are you confirming the cause of death, then?”

He scowled. “No comment.”

She sighed. “Come on, give me something I can use. What’s Kendall got to do with this?”

“No comment.”

“How typical!”

“Look, there’s no story here, so why don't you run back to your desk at the Post.” He smirked. “I’m sure there's some new movie out needing a bad review or something.”

Her hand itched to slap that sardonic smirk off his smug face. Lifting her chin, she secured her bag more firmly on her shoulder and gave him a scathing look. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to ask Mr. Kendall some questions.”

She made as if to push past him, but he caught her arm. “I don’t think so, Ms. Halliwell. Not unless you want me to arrest you for interfering in a police investigation.” His mouth quirked. “Though the idea of you in a pair of handcuffs does hold a certain appeal.”

Samantha simply stared at him, speechless and blushing as something warm and tingling coiled its way around her. Surprised by her reaction, she quickly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and made a show of putting her notebook back into her bag.

“Tell Mr. Kendall that I’ll be back to talk to him,” she said, trying to maintain as much of her dignity as she could.

This time, Hayden let her go. But as his gaze followed her down the street, he felt himself grow hard, and he swore under his breath. What the hell was the matter with him? She was a reporter and he hated reporters, even beautiful reporters with incredibly blue eyes and the sexiest ass he’d ever seen.

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