EROTIC EXPOSURE - My First Ellora's Cave Release!

I'm so excited! Erotic Exposure, my first book with Ellora's Cave, comes out tomorrow, Dec 31st! It's hot, sexy, and fun! Hope you like it!


Liz Bellamy agrees to pose for a provocative calendar to help raise money for the animal shelter where she volunteers. Although it's for a good cause, she's a little shy about posing half naked.

When she arrives at the photography studio and finds hot photographer Kent Draper waiting for her, she almost chickens out, but decides to go through with it anyway. Not only does she end up having one heck of a sexy photo shoot, but discovers being half naked in front of a hunky photographer and his camera is one hell of a turn-on. And when a girl gets that aroused, a little shyness isn't going to keep her from getting what she wants.


Excerpt:

Kent dropped to one knee in front of her, camera at the ready. "Okay, now that Godiva’s out of the room, show me your best sultry look."

Liz wasn’t exactly sure she knew how to do sultry, but she decided to give it her best shot. Putting her hands on the floor in front of her, she leaned forward to flash him a little more cleavage and gazed at him from beneath lowered lashes.

He immediately began snapping pictures. "Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Work it."

She giggled at the words, unable to help herself.

He came out from behind the camera to give her a curious look. "Why’d you stop? That was perfect."

"I’m not so sure sultry is a good look for me," she told him.

"I beg to differ. And so does the camera. But if you don’t believe me, do the same thing and this time check yourself out on the monitor."

Hoping she didn’t look as silly as she felt, Liz struck the same pose, then glanced at the monitor after he’d snapped the picture. What she saw made her do a double take. With her full lips parted, her blue eyes half hidden underneath a thick fringe of dark lashes, and the tops of her lace-covered breasts peeking out enticingly from her silk robe, not only didn’t she look silly, she looked like the very definition of sultry. That thought sent another current of excitement shooting through her pussy.

"Beautiful," Kent said. "Now let your robe slip off your shoulders a little for me."

Liz did as he asked, waited for him to take a picture, then impulsively lifted her hair up with her free hand and blew him an air kiss over her bare shoulder.

He chuckled. "That’s it. Show me some more. Have fun with it."

She dropped her hand, letting her hair fall down her back as she shifted positions. Lying over on her hip, she leaned forward to give him a sexy come-hither look. As she did, the robe slid down to her elbows, completely exposing her lace-trimmed bra to the camera and the man behind it. Kent’s low groan of approval was all the encouragement she needed to keep going.


Watch the Trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lE1YZdf2Us

Buy it at Ellora's Cave!
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And for a sneak peek at Just Right and Good Cop, Bad Girl, my other upcoming releases from Ellora's Cave, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ComingSoon.html

*hugs*
Paige

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

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

The Love Bottle

By A.J. Llewellyn

One of my dearest, closest friends (let's call him Steve) works for a millionaire who gave his employees a Christmas gift of a Love Bottle. My friend Steve was devastated. He's worked just over a year for this guy, working long hours but earning a low salary in a job in which he can progress.
Steve feels lucky to have the job considering the current climate. He showed me the Love Bottle and asked me what I thought.
It's an empty milk bottle with a lid and one of those rubber bracelets charities are so fond of, dangling around the neck.
A small card attached read that a donation had been made in Steve's name to a charity in Haiti that provides food for hungry people.
That's nice. But there are hungry people right here in the US.
Steve being one of them.
Forget Haiti. Forget Katrina.
There are people secretly starving all over our country not from natural disasters, but man-made ones.
People like Steve are the secret victims. His boss has no way of knowing that Steve is struggling to pay his bills. So much so that he has spent the last three weeks eating hot dogs and buns purchased at the 99 Cent Store. Three times a day.
He landed in the hospital a few days ago when he became so severely ill from his poor diet that he collapsed in his apartment building hallway.
"I have to tell you, I didn't mind what I was eating. I liked the hot dogs," Steve told me when I visited him in the hospital yesterday.
"But the doctors here told me that hot dogs have such high sodium it sent my organs and blood sugar reeling. I was constipated, but I was still hungry. Then I started to feel really, really sick one day. That was the day I collapsed."
Steve's sister thinks he probably felt bad long before the day he collapsed but said nothing out of his secret shame.
He's got so many bills, food became the last priority. His family feels terrible that they didn't know and yesterday, they filled his fridge with food in preparation for his return home.
"I fed my cat every day," he said with pride. "I fed her before I even fed myself."
Steve is not the only person I know living this way. We have another mutual friend who confessed he was eating Top Ramen every day and became so sick his wife had him hospitalized. Both of these men are good, decent, hard-working individuals with JOBS!
In both cases, they've had to take severe pay cuts to stay employed. Their income decreased, their work load and financial responsibilities have not.
When Steve became ill, many of his friends came forward with similar stories. Steve and I both lived on pita bread and salad for months until I swallowed a bit of crushed glass one time. Steve hasn't bought bagged lettuce since. Besides, he confessed, when he purchased his hot dogs, there were more dogs in the bag than there was lettuce in the lettuce bag.
He was trying to shop smart and nearly died.
I know making donations in people's names is a fashionable thing, but I believe it's a bogus gift. Why? Nine times out of ten, the really rich people doing this are making the donations anyway and are given bottles, badges or whatever to give to employees and friends as a token.
Give them a gift card or gift certificate instead.
Now that Steve is better, he finds his Love Bottle humorous. "I got an empty bottle for Christmas," he said. "That's the story of my life."

Aloha oe,

A.J.

Live Gifts

No, no dogs or cats, LOL, but we did received this Norfolk Island Pine as a Christmas present. I thought it was great! Very innovative and original and it's good for the environment.

Hopefully I'll be able to keep it alive even with the instructions :-)

I'm planning on keeping it as a potted plant so I can take it with us easily if/when we move.

So what do you think? Live plants/shrubs/trees a good idea for a gift?

Have you ever given one or gotten one?

Holiday Travel

So this time of the year is very busy for most people. Airports are busy and people are flying to visit family and friends. I've never had the chance to travel anywhere during the holiday so I haven't had to experience all the craziness that goes on. This year is a bit different. I'm going to be away during the holidays but I still don't have to travel during the few days where it is most packed at the airports.

My dream is to travel the world and experience the holidays in different countries. See what it is like in other cultures. How they spend this time of the year. What traditions they have?

I've always loved to visit new places. I just haven't had the opportunity to be able to do that.

Are you traveling this Christmas? If so where are you off to?

Have you ever spent the Christmas season away from home?

Savannah
http://www.savannahchase.com

My First Ellora's Cave Cover! EROTIC EXPOSURE!

Just got my cover for Erotic Exposure, my first book with Ellora's Cave, which comes out Dec 31st! Syneca is the artist. I love how it kind of looks like film that's been exposed! I think it's a very hot cover!


Liz Bellamy agrees to pose for a provocative calendar to help raise money for the animal shelter where she volunteers. Although it's for a good cause, she's a little shy about posing half naked.

When she arrives at the photography studio and finds hot photographer Kent Draper waiting for her, she almost chickens out, but decides to go through with it anyway. Not only does she end up having one heck of a sexy photo shoot, but discovers being half naked in front of a hunky photographer and his camera is one hell of a turn-on. And when a girl gets that aroused, a little shyness isn't going to keep her from getting what she wants.


For a sneak peek at my other upcoming releases from Ellora's Cave, Just Right and Good Cop, Bad Girl, check out my website at http://wwww.paigetylertheauthor.com/ Click on "Coming Soon!"

And remember, Erotic Exposure comes out Dec 31st!

*hugs*
Paige

"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/
http://paigetylerheauthor.blogspot.com/

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open...Eye

By A.J. Llewellyn

I've encountered an unusual problem this holiday season. Playing host to my family (sixteen people) is both a pleasure...and a pain. I've discovered it's impossible to write with children in the house.
I was in the middle of writing a big sex scene when my niece sidled up to me.
"Whatcha doin' Uncle AJ?"
I quickly closed the file. Dammit. The scene was really hot, too.
I have no idea how my married friends with children manage to produce anything.
Being used to being single and juggling nothing but my day job now appears to me to be a complete luxury. I resorted to bribery and corruption to buying some writing time. I promised my cousin Chris and his gorgeous husband Tracy that I would look after the kids for the evening if they gave me the afternoon to write.
"Did you just call me gorgeous?" Tracy asked. "Of course you can have free time."
I went to my bedroom on the pretext of taking a nap, but the kids could hear me typing and they wanted me to watch A Christmas Story with them.
For the tenth time since we arrived a few days ago.
So I left the house.
The trouble with paradise is that once I leave my mountaintop retreat, I'm in Waikiki. Not quiet. No sir. I couldn't find a coffee shop where anybody would leave me in peace. I had three strangers at my table at the Starbucks down by Diamond Head and I quickly gave up.
I tried a sheltered beach table on the boardwalk at Waikiki and a bunch of stoners arrived, getting high and generally making a nuisance of themselves.
I moved on. I finally found an outdoor table at the Diamond Cove cafe. Two Scottish girls arrived, playing the fiddle at the table beside me. Yes, they were wonderful but the jitterbugging that ensued made it awfully hard to write.
Yes, I just couldn't sit down. My feet just wanted to dance.
I went back home, hid my car down the bottom of the hill, sneaked past the kiawe trees that line my property and sat in my garden. I watched nature in her finest and opened up my laptop.
A little voice piped up beside me.
"Whatcha doin' Uncle AJ?"
"I'm roasting chestnuts with you," I said, making my niece scream with joy.
We have become obsessed with chestnuts this Christmas...don't ask me why and I arrived on island prepared with a recipe I downloaded on the mainland.
We made a nice barbecue and followed the instructions.
We washed our chestnuts (all carefully selected and inspected for mold at the grocery store), dried them, salted them and put them on the grill.
Christmas carols wafted from the house.
"I'm making eggnog," Tracy shouted from the house.
The kids danced around as the chestnuts started to roast.
One popped open and flew up, hitting me in the eye. I danced around in agony and after a while the pain subsided and I realized the gods and goddesses of writers everywhere were making me see the bigger picture.
I will always have deadlines - and I am grateful for them - but I won't always have the children in my life at the ages they are at when they yearn to be with me, who want to know what I am doing. Who really, truly, want my time.
Deadline, Schmeadline. We're going to Chinatown to hunt for the freshest chestnuts today and we're going to try again.
The ones we roasted yesterday were old and moldy and tasted like...nothing. Our online research indicates Chinese chestnuts are the best.
My nieces are ready. I am ready.
This will indeed, be a Christmas to remember.

Aloha oe,

A.J.

DONE!

The Christmas shopping is done!! Finished last night, just a few stocking stuffers to grab and 24 hr Walgreens is good for that!!

My friend and I had a girls day yesterday and we made the most of it! First a nail appointment, hey we have to look good picking out those gifts right, LOL. Then home to bake some more goodies. Yes, the kitchen is still a mess, but we had a grand ole' time!! Then on to the shopping. Oh yes the shopping. *Grins* we even went down and hit the adult store to get some private goodies for our honeys *batting eyelashes* I'm stopping there, oh and Merry Christmas sweetie *flirty wink*

Now I have to say we saw three accidents narrowly escape each other from happening, at least that same amount in what looked like drunk drivers at various times in front of us and the local kids singing karaoke at Applebees where we stopped to grab the sampler. Some of them were actually quiet good. Do talent spotters or scouts or what ever you call them even hang out in these places?

So made it home about 15 to midnight and watched some Japanese Anime. I also made a decision.
I'm taking my newsletter from monthly to quarterly. Not to sure how many of you go to the website to check it out, but honestly, I've been either busy or just too tired with the day job, home schooling and well life, to keep up the monthly pace. Writing's become 'the' priority when I have some down time, so that's where my energies are focused.

I hope everyone out there has a safe holiday, watch out for those crazy drivers and eat well!!

C~

Currently Reading

Happy Saturday....I hope you are all doing very well. So I've slowly start getting back into catching up on my reading. I've sorta had to take a break since I've been trying to get my own projects finished and sent off.

As many of you know I'm a huge Sherrilyn Kenyon fan...I've got all of her books and can't get enough of them. This year her League series started to come out and there are currently 3 books out. Born of Night,Born of Fire and Born of Ice.

I've posted the trailer for the series above for you to check out.

I've got all 3 books and I am ready to dive into the series. I've missed being able to sit and read. But as we all know we can't always get to do what we want...

So these 3 books are my current read..

what are you currently reading?

Savannah

http://www.savannahchase.com/

Once in a Blue Moon...

By A.J. Llewellyn

A little over a year ago, I went to meet my editor Heather, who is a huge Sherrilyn Kenyon fan when she came to Los Angeles to attend Sherrilyn's book signing. It seemed a great time to finally meet the woman with whom I had wrestled over edits of my literary babies. She came armed with friends, I supposed, in case I punched her lights out, but a real friendship was forged over pie and coffee.

I formed my strongest and truly cherished friendship with Heather's sister-in-law Rosie, who not only reads all my books but has a true understanding of story. We have spent many hours over dinner and lunch together since then discussing stories - not just mine, but her observations are always acute - and one rainy afternoon, she'd just bought my book Hanalei Moon and told me that she loved it.

It was a non-series book and one of which I was proud, because the idea came to me many years ago. The premise was this: a world champion surfer takes his dog to the beach for a surf after an argument with his boyfriend. He wipes out badly, comes back to the surface after fighting the ocean for survival.

His dog, his car keys and his car are all gone. Gaby soon finds out these are the least of his worries...he has somehow, inexplicably lost 12 years of his life.

I loved writing this paranormal, erotic, romantic adventure and Rosie, who is a great critic as well as a fan of M/M stories suggested a sequel.

"Why don't you make Gaby wipe out again and he finds himself back at the starting point, 12 years ago, knowing everything that he knows now?"

Wow.

I could hardly concentrate on my mother lode chocolate cake after that. My brain was firing with ideas.

In truth, the sequel, Blue Moon, which came out today is a much better book than Hanalei Moon. As I cross-referenced the original in writing the sequel, I saw so many places where the original could have been so much better. I wrote it over a year ago and like to think I have improved since then. But I also think, giving a character I love the chance to go back and love his dog, his mother, to maybe prevent his best friend's battle with cancer...and to reunite with the love of his life kept me on the edge of my seat as I wrote.

I feel it's a stand-alone title in spite of being a sequel, but I also feel I got to address some issues I often think about - that maybe we ALL think about. Can we change the future? Can Gaby, who jumps back 12 years change the things he knows will happen?

Would anyone listen if he told them JFK's plane would crash or that terrorists will fly planes right into the World Trade Center towers?

Once in a blue moon, writers have conversations that inspire better work and better stories and I will forever be grateful that I battled the rain one afternoon to drive all the way to Valencia to have lunch with my lovely Rosie.

She gave me so much to think about and I hope, a book my readers will enjoy.

Aloha oe,

A.J.

Christmas Shopping: Bah Humbug!

There are things in this life which seem never ending. Dental care for the kids,
grocery shopping, scrubbing the toilet, and Christmas shopping. Now some of you
may enjoy doing all of those things. Not me.

I've now been to the mall twice. Burned through Aeropostale, American Eagle,
Victoria's Secret, and Macy's. Done the Bath and Body Works thing, Game Stop, Best Buy, the specialty stop thing--tattoo and piercing shop--skateboard shop, etc.

And today?

Today was Wal-Mart's turn. There are things in this world which a person should not have to endure in my humble opinion. Shopping at Wal-Mart is one of them. Every aisle I turned down was met by some stupid person with their shopping cart cross ways in the aisle rather than to the side.

No parent had control of their child. And for those who were holding the hands of their little ones, they allowed them to swing out into the aisle with their tiny little bodies. I almost hit two with my shopping cart. That was all I needed to do this Christmas--run over a kid with a Wal-Mart shopping cart.

And you know how it is at Wal-Mart. Everything you need is so spaced out. I'm in cosmetics and need a jar of pizza sauce for tonight. So by the time I got to the grocery store side I had filled my cart up with stuff that I had no intention of buying when I walked through the doors. At every end cap there was a display calling to me: "Buy just one more stocking stuffer...just one more, Tess."

With the jar of pizza sauce in my cart, I headed toward the thirty-eight check out lines to find one that had a reasonably short line. Yeah, right. And when I do find what I do believe to be the shortest line--one where the people in front of me have the least amount of things in their carts, I end up with people writing checks or needing price checks of all crazy damn things. I kept thinking, where's the damn bar code? Who does price checks anymore?

When that customer finally got through the line, the next one was met by a problem with the checker. It seems something was rung up one time too many. And then for some reason known only to the Gods of the Cosmos, the checker had to call someone to fix the problem. I think she was in training. Ahhhhh...can you say TRAIN YOUR PEOPLE BEFORE CHRISTMAS SHOPPING, PLEASE?

Two more customers stepped up to the plate and go through the check-out ordeal without much fuss. I, on the other hand, had to listen to my oldest on my cell explain why she missed a final exam on Friday. Yeah, right. Tell me another one and head to the Dean of Student's office and get it straightened out now!

Finally, it's my turn at the Wal-Mart merry-go-round. I placed all my items neatly on the conveyor and watched them roll up to be scanned. Blip, blip, blip, bonk. What the hell was that sound? "Oh," the checker said. "I have to take these two bottles of cologne to customer service to have them removed from their alarm case." And off she went.

WTF?

They were sitting on the shelf with all the other colognes--NOT IN A GLASS CASE--for God's sake. Juicy Couture--twenty-five bucks a damn bottle and we have an alarm in a hard plastic box surrounding them? I watched her. The woman did not move fast, trust me. And she stood and waited and waited and waited. People behind me in line got really antsy thinking it was something I had done wrong and now made them wait. Yeah, same thing I thought about the people in line in front of me.

Pay back is Hell.

I finally get out of the line and out the door. The Salvation Army is ringing its bell. I sighed, looked into my purse and grabbed a five-dollar bill, stuck it in the red metal pot. Smiled. Said Merry Christmas, and then dodged the cars trying to run over me on my way to the car.

Alas, it was not over. I got to the car and, of course, the car coming up the parking lane sees me loading up. So they stop and turn on their signal, backing up cars behind them so they can get my spot which was close to the door. So now I feel compelled to hurry up. Which I did, ran across the lane to the shopping cart return and back to the car so I would not hold up anyone. Just as I got to the car, I sort of missed getting around it and hit my knee on the side of the car.

PAIN PAIN PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TEARS TEARS TEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hobbled to the car, got into the seat, shoved on the seat belt, tears running down my cheeks, and what happened as I tried to take a deep breath and stop shaking? The car waiting for my parking spot blew the horn at me. And all the cars behind that one joined in a chorus of "MOVE YOUR ASS, LADY!"

I'm at home now, ice pack on my black and blue knee, glass of wine in hand, writing this blog. I have some Christmas advice for everyone.

GET DRUNK BEFORE YOU GO. IT WILL BE LESS PAINFUL.

Merry Christmas to All, and to all...HAPPY SHOPPING!

Cookies, Breads and more

kisa_hawklin

Some good friends are coming over today so we can do some baking to send out to family members not to close to us. I have the bigger kitchen, so it's the girls taking over and the boys are running for the doors :-)

I'm making my honey's favorite, peanut butter cookies and maybe a couple of banana breads, plus a little goodie I saw. It's in a mason jar, you put walnuts, pecans, cranberries and smother and cover it with honey. I bought some local honey yesterday at our produce stand. So the YUMMIES are on!! Woot!!

Hope everyone has a great rest of the weekend! There's nothing like spending good times with good friends!!

gaarasfan5119

Thank You ..Maybe....

Whatever happened to being polite on the road...What happened to 2 simple words..Thank you....Or even a wave or flicker of the lights to say it.

I've noticed that people have become accustomed to the fact that they are driving and they are entitles to cut you off or drive like nutters.

When did this happen?

Is it so hard to lift your hand and wave thank you because a driver let you in or slowed down so that you can jump into the lane in front of them. Or even wave to say sorry when you do bud in because of some other reason....

It is a privilege to drive and people have forgotten. Yes I know you have to pass a test to be able to drive but that does not give you the right to act stupid on the road. Drivers out there have become lazy and stopped giving a care that they are behind the wheel of a huge machine.

Courtesy and safety has flown out the window.

Why? Are people that busy? Or are they just that lazy? I am pretty sure that I'm not alone when it comes to getting frustrated with people like this.

What is the craziest thing you have seen on the road?

Savannah
http://www.savannahchase.com/

ANOTHER BIG SQUEE! Second Contract with Ellora's Cave!

I'm so psyched! I just signed my second contract with Ellora's Cave! It's for my contemporary erotic romance called Just Right! So doing the Snoopy Dance!

Here's the blurb!

The Sexy Tale of Goldie and the Three Werebears.

When Goldie Lockwood gets lost while hiking in the woods and comes upon a cabin, she thinks nothing of doing a little breaking and entering. Little does she know the cabin belongs to three hot, hunky werebear brothers, who aren’t thrilled to discover she not only ate their food and broke one of their woodcarvings, but also slept in their beds. Not keen on the idea of going to jail for what she did, she suggests they instead punish her themselves by giving her a spanking. She hopes the youngest brother Gregory, with whom she already feels a spark, will volunteer for the job, but the men surprise her by announcing all three of them will be giving her a spanking.

Goldie has always secretly liked getting spanked, though, and ends up getting so hot she has sex with all three brothers at the same time. While the sex with all of them is amazing, she only feels a connection with Gregory. But as she drifts off in his arms after the wild night of sex is over, she can’t imagine how they can possibly have a relationship when she just had sex with him and his two brothers.

Then again, this is a fairy tale and they are known for their happily-ever-after’s.


*hugs*

Paige

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

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/

Pele Power

By A.J. Llewellyn

I'm guest blogging for author Courtney Sheets and here is what I posted:

I am heading to Oahu on December 17, meeting my family for the holidays.
It is starting to feel real now that everyone is calling me for my address on island, to send parcels and boxes and also so that they can pick up their cars from Dollar (say dull-ah) and head straight on out there once they land in Honolulu.
With family members flying from all over the world, I decided only this morning to stop stressing about my house not being…well, elegant. It is a fantastic place up in the mountains. It’s pretty ramshackle, but I love it and hope, when I am able to carve a full-time living for myself, to stay there year-round.
I feel in awe of even owning my house, the model for the homes in my Phantom Lover and Waikiki Vampire books.
The house is in much better shape in those books than in real life, but that’s the beauty of being a novelist. I can renovate to my heart and mind’s content!My house is Goddess Pele-protected and blessed. Pele loves children. Pele loves me, even though I feel her anger that it’s been ten months since I went and paid her a visit.
One of the things I love about my place is the endless greenery. In spite of a near-legendary drought, we still have a lush bamboo trail out back and rare, tropical birds love to come and visit me.
The unruly garden backs onto what used to be Paradise Park, a bird sanctuary, and when the owners went broke, they released the birds. Let’s not talk about what the introduction to all those foreign birds did to the fragile island eco-system.
The birds have gone forth and multiplied by the thousands, but I love them. Nothing thrills me more than a bright-red macaw (a messenger from the Volcano Goddess, I tell myself) shows up at my kitchen window.My brother and his wife loathe my house, calling it Gilligan’s Bohemian Island, but their kids love it.
It is a fantastic house for kids because inside or out, nothing can hurt them. We don’t have snakes and poisonous spiders do exist but not on our part of the island.The kids are into geckos and frogs and we have plenty of those.
My neighbor has a dog who likes to come over and has a fondness for carrots. I’ve played Santa for a few years now and I feel blessed that my niece and nephew still believes in him…and I have a more than willing recipient for the multitude of carrots the kids leave out for the reindeer.
My niece is convinced Santa likes beer (I think my brother told her this outrageous lie) but I’ve told her Santa prefers a Mai Tai in the islands.
“I don’t think so, Uncle Andrew,” she said on the phone to me yesterday. “He likes beer.”
So, I’ll let my brother handle the Primo and I’ll take care of the sugar cookies.
I’ve taught the children in my life to respect island traditions as much as Christmas and nobody leaves my house with so much as a pearly shell or piece of lava in their pocket.
In August, I attended a Hawaiian festival here in Los Angeles. I purchased a fresh cigar-flower lei to bring to Pele’s altar here in my home and mysteriously, it vanished before I could get it in the house.
Yeah, she’s pissed. Pele has played these kinds of tricks on me before…but usually she returns things she takes, just to make sure I am paying attention.
I used to keep her little games to myself for fear that people would think I’m nuts. Undoubtedly I am, but she does play games with me. Now that I am a prolific and published author of Hawaiian paranormal gay erotic romances, I get to address her powerful ways, not to mention her peppery spirit and priceless sense of humor.
Going home to Hawaii is essential for me, both to bond with her, and also, to do fresh research for my new books. Ninety-percent of my books are set there and yes, they’re paranormals, but they are all grounded in reality.
Most of all, I am grateful that Pele led me to discover a kindred spirit in author Courtney Sheets. I bought her book Kona Warrior and loved it.We are Pele people and I know we will become very good friends. Whatever you are doing this holiday season, honor the Pele within you – the power of finishing the old, starting the new and doing both fearlessly.
Drop me a line and let me know what new, magnificent eruption you are creating for next year.
I think Pele, Courtney and I would love that.

Aloha oe,
A.J.

Sequel being released MAY 2010

YAY, I can't tell you how excited I am to have A Lady's Challenge, sequel to my best selling Torrid title of the year, A Slave's Way Out, ready to hit the e-stands in May!!!! Is e-stands a word?? Well if not, YAY I just thought of one, LOL!
It took me a bit longer to write than I really wanted, but sometimes life happens that way.

Went Friday and finally had those two little snickery molars who always give me a problem, yaaaanked!! and I mean Yes they are out, both top and bottom same side!!!! I had full sedation, so I barely remember a thing Friday, which is Good :-D
Bad side, no real food for three more days. I'm on soft foods, which is ok, but know I'm wanting a steak, LOL. Doesn't that figure, LOL!

Walked around my little town's historic days yesterday. It was cool! We had a free hayride around the center blocks, walked down historic Avenue of the Oaks, stopped in the museum and bought some books at the library's book sale. I love it when I find those old books from the 1920's and 40's. I'm just an old book buff I guess :-) I only wish I'd had my camera with me, but I wasn't exactly planning on going anywhere today. So Next year will be camera year *Grins*

Now onto Wal-mart tonight to pick up a few Christmas presents and wrapping paper.

What's keeping you all busy on your weekends besides the holidays?

Winter Ready......Nope

I'm surprised that this year there is still no snow here....Yes I said the S word..LOL...The weather people kept predicting that this year our winter would be even worse. How much worse can it get from last year. Last winter we were buried in snow and one would have to shovel every 1-2 hours. I think after living in Canada all my life I've seen it all.

The weather network has been saying that the snow is coming but it is still green outside and no snow. Do I mind? Not one bit. I will take the freezing temperatures as long as there is not white stuff. If the white stuff has to fall let it only be a little bit. I know it would be strange not to have snow for the holidays.

Friday few areas in Ontario got snow but not too much. I guess it will only be a matter of time before we get it too. For now I am going to enjoy the warmer weather and no snow.

I wanted to ask, do you get a lot of snow where you live? Do you even like snow?

I've always wanted to spend the holidays somewhere warm where they don't get snow for Christmas, just to see what it is like to have sun and hot weather in December...

Savannah
http://www.savannahchase.com/

REALLY, REALLY BIG SQUEE! Contract with Ellora's Cave!

I'm so totally and completely psyched! I just signed with Ellora's Cave for my contemporary erotic romance Erotic Exposure, which will be released as an Exotica Quickie!

Ellora's emailed me Thanksgiving weekend saying they loved it and I've been going crazy waiting to share the good news, but I wanted to wait until I signed the contract! I was practically bouncing off the walls when I got the email! I even double checked the next morning to make sure I didn't dream the whole thing! LOL!

I also want to give a big thank you to my hubby for talking me into finally subbing to Ellora's! I've been wanting to do it for ages, but he talked me into taking the plunge! I'm so doing the Snoopy Dance!


Oh, almost forgot! Here's the blurb for Erotic Exposure!


Blurb:

Liz Bellamy has agreed to pose for a provocative calendar to help raise money for the no-kill animal shelter where she volunteers. Even though it’s for a good cause, she’s a little shy about posing half naked, but the other women who volunteer at the shelter assure her the female photographer who does the shoot is very sweet and completely professional.

When Liz arrives at the photography studio, however, she discovers the woman who was supposed to take the pictures has been replaced with hot photographer Kent Draper. She almost chickens out, but then decides to go through with it and ends up having not only one heck of a sexy photo shoot, but some mind-blowing sex with her hunky photographer, too!


*hugs*
Paige

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

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Sounding

By A.J. Llewellyn

How far is too far in erotic romance fiction?
I am often asked by female authors of M/M fiction how far they can go in their depiction of gay sex. I once had a woman email me to ask if my partner bit my ball sac to the point of bleeding would it hurt?
Hell yeah it would hurt!
And let me tell you if my partner did me like that I'd kick his ass!
I was surprised and a little dismayed by the question, considering the author is a married woman. Couldn't she ask her husband this question?
Would she wanna bite him to the point of actual injury in such a delicate area?
"No, but he's not gay," she said when I posed the question to her.
I realize many women jump on the M/M bandwagon to hopefully make money since this is a hot genre, BUT there is nothing weird about gay sex. Well, that's not true. I mean gay men have fetishes, but so do straight people.
I confess I was shocked when a woman emailed me about sounding.
Sounding?
I read her note and felt sick to my stomach. Why oh why would anyone derive pleasure from inserting tools of torture into a man's urethra? As in, the hole in the head of his penis that leads the way to his bladder.
This to me is torture. In fact when my mighty countryman Alexandros Panagoulis was captured and tortured by the Greek government in the 1970s, he was heavily tortured and their chosen favorite instrument of pain was a catheter inserted into his urethra and shoved in to the point of irreparable damage to his internal organs.
Listen. Maybe some guys groove to pain, but I don't. That doesn't mean I'm right and you're wrong, but extreme variations of the BDSM genre aren't all that titillating when you know the true agony they can cause.
Having read Oriana Fallaci's account of her lover, Panagoulis' torment in her searing memoir A Man, I just can't see sounding as a romantic thing to do.
Remember ultimately that we are writing romance novels. Yes, BDSM has its place, just like zombies do. Zombies I've discovered are a metaphor for politics and BDSM is a way of maintaining control in an uncontrollable world.
I get that. But as romance authors our first duty is to entertain, to take our readers away on a romantic, steamy voyage, not make them squirm in their seats wondering how soon the agonized male in the story will be taken to the emergency room.
I don't think I'm old-fashioned, I really don't. I'm just a lover, not a biter...
Or am I wrong? Is this the kind of stuff you want to read about in your fave gay or straight erotic romance fiction?

Aloha oe,

A.J.