MR. RIGHT-NOW is a Reviewer Top Pick at NOR!

I'm so excited! MR. RIGHT- NOW, my hot erotic romance from Ellora's Cave, is a Reviewer Top Pick at NOR! Thanks, Mary!

"Paige Tyler sure knows how to make two people work for love. I loved that Kate is a woman who has an agenda yet life complicates things for her. Kate and Dawson were great and the sex wow. These two keep saying they only want sex and nothing more yet you can see there is so much more. Paige did a great job in packing in so much heat and chemistry between these two characters. It was easy to love them and get a completely fulfilling read. Great job!"

Read the complete review here!
http://www.nightowlreviews.com/nightowlromance/reviews/Review.aspx?daoid=6047



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

Buy it from Ellora's Cave!
http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8117-mr-right-now.aspx

Buy it on Amazon Kindle!
http://www.amazon.com/Mr-Right-Now-ebook/dp/B003C1HV6U/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1269809390&sr=1-13


*hugs*
Paige

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

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/
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Cops and Rubbers

By A.J. Llewellyn

I am a Buddhist by choice, Greek Orthodox by birth, and I enjoy both religions and the wisdom I learn from both. I recently shared my deep anguish and frustration over dealing with relentless ebook piracy with my mentor at my weekly Buddhist meetings. I explained my side of things. I explained how I spend an hour a day combing the Internet to remove illegal uploads of my books.
"Remember something," she said. "That which you resist, persists."
When my Greek priest said something similar recently and mentioned the words, "love your enemy", it got me thinking.
And when I think, I write.
And out came my upcoming August 1 release, Cops and Rubbers, in which an ebook author tracks down the man who's been pirating his books relentlessly.
When Jason Jagger tracks down his thief...he is in for a big surprise.
Being an erotic romance novel, there's plenty of love and sex. But could an author learn to love a pirate? I think so. It was kind of fun - and alarming - to present both sides of the piracy debate.
Who'd have thought that I could step outside my own issues and look at this objectively?
I sure didn't.
But, I did. I still don't love piracy and I never will. But I love books, I love to write and I have to believe things will change.
My publisher at Amber Quill Press was a little surprised when he read the blurb to Cops and Rubbers, knowing me as he does, but Trace Edward Zaber, artistic genius that he is, gave me an amazing cover and I can't wait for the book's release.
Much of the story in Cops and Rubbers is true. I've worked at a theater selling tickets, just like Jason. I also moonlighted as a nail polish salesman over the phone and did all the crazy part-time jobs Jason does in the book to supplement my addiction: writing.
Yep, writing is a bad habit and not one I'm likely to give up any time soon. Like Jason, I've sat back and wondered is it worth the 16-17 hour days juggling day jobs with the love-job, to have your work stolen quicker than you can get it out there?
With or without piracy, there's something to be said for being able to tell your stories, for being published. I am glad people like my work and I am happy to have such awesome publishers.
I hope when the book is released, you'll check it out, and just like me, maybe you'll learn to love a pirate.
Ahoy matey!
A.J.

The Family and Writing

Have any of you delegated more duties to others in the family as a result of your writing? I sure have. The kids are fourteen, eighteen, and nineteen. I think they should be able to handle getting their own laundry baskets to the laundry room, don't you? Well, for some odd reason they can't seem to master that trick.

I went on a tirade yesterday. Five FULL hours of drill-sergeant Tess getting things back in order. Dust bunnies died in sacrifice to my rampage. Shelves were cleaned off---why the heck do they think they can sit their empty Coke cans on their bookshelves? I found stuff under the fourteen-year-old's mattress. No, you don't want to know--but it wasn't porn. He says he can go to the Internet for that.

Yeah, and he's getting a lap top for his birthday this coming month. So you can bet
your sweet butt I'll be locking down the parental controls. He thinks he is so smart. Well, he is...but...just saying'.

The main problem with the cleaning was my discovery that no laundry had arrived in the laundry room for me to tackle at the rate I believed it should have. The rule is that once their hamper is full, they MUST take it to the laundry room and dump in the hampers there so I can get to the laundry between writing and editing. But laundry seemed to be trickling in a handful at the time. Odd when my kids change clothes at least three times a day.

So closer examination revealed that their hampers were not full. But! The clothes were PACKED into the hamper--a little trick they learned. When the clothes are just tossed in, the hamper appears fuller faster, doesn't it? Then there were the items under the bed and in the bottom of closets to deal with too.

I did SEVEN loads of laundry yesterday. And none of it was mine.

But once all the dusting, sweeping, mopping, bleaching was done, I felt like that little woman on Poltergeist (the movie) who declared, "This house is clean."

And it better stay that way too! Drill-sarge Tess can be conjured up in a heartbeat.

Hope everyone is having a great summer!

No, You Do NOT Write Like Shakespeare!

A fun little program called "You Write Like..." is making the rounds in the writer's circles I hang out in. I won't give it a link because the purpose of the program is to drive up hits and attention for a vanity press site. You know what site and program I'm talking about anyway.

You copy/paste your writing into the window and the program tells you what famous writer your writing most resembles. Yeah, it's pure silliness but get this - it's a program to advertise a vanity publisher, and good writers know to avoid them like the plague. Everyone's already copy/pasted famous works and the program didn't identify the correct writer.

I wanted to have a little fun with this program so I plugged in one of my descriptions of dildos I wrote for a sex toys company. Here's what I submitted (a description of a black bikini): "Black is sexy like a panther! This gorgeous tie-up triangle bikini will turn heads when you appear wearing it. Coloured a sensuous black, this bikini may be used as a swim suit or as beachwear. Due to the variable straps this bikini may be worn in many ways. Very elastic. Comes in sizes S – L."

Apparently, my ad copy is most like Stephen King. I have no idea why.

Still curious, I plugged in this paragraph from my work in progress, "Don't Call Me 'Baby'".

"She stroked his shaft, gripping him harder as her hand reached the base. Every time she squeezed, his cock jumped in her hand. She liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. Purple with arousal and thick with veins, the well-formed head glistened with pre-cum. In her years since starting college, she had enjoyed many different types of cocks, and Alex's was especially hot because it was so big and he was uncut. She liked the look of hard cocks. When they were hard they were so sensitive. A twist a little too far this way or that way could hurt, yet she knew from what past lovers had told her the pain felt so good. She liked pulling Alex's cock too far, just to get a painful yet aroused reaction out of him. Although she felt impatient, she relished in the fact that she was a good lay. Her blowjob skills had improved greatly over the months, and she could make Alex come very quickly with her hand jobs. As she gently rolled back his foreskin and stroked his growing shaft, she cradled his balls in her other hand. She liked the way his cock grew to nearly twice its size, when all she did was brush her fingers against it. It felt hard yet sinewy, like a garden hose full of water. She enjoyed the effect she had on him, and she relished her power. Sex was a heady power surge, and Catherine could not get enough of it."

Hmmm... Stephen King again. Go figure. I don't recall him ever doing the nasty in his books but I haven't read them all yet.

So I copy/pasted a bit more of my WIP:

"Yes, stroke it, baby. Go slowly."

"Don't call me 'baby'." She hated it when he called her 'baby'. It made her feel like she was his property. She preferred "Honey" which sounded more affectionate. She'd even accept "Hon", which was a popular term of endearment in her native Baltimore but Alex was from New York. She hated "Baby" because it sounded so crude to her. Her roommate's obnoxious boyfriend called her "baby" when he was trying to lie to her, so the word left a bad taste in Catherine's mouth.

"Slow down. Don't pump at it like that."

I'll pump it any way I want. What if a cop drives up? We certainly can't explain ourselves to a Man In Blue. She stroked his cock gently, moving her palm up and down his shaft. His cock jumped in her hand. Rubbing her thumb across his head and then giving him a gentle squeeze, she heard him moan. Jizz leaked out and dribbled on his head, and she spread it with her fingers as if it were lubricant for her moist and hot hand. She curled against his chest, and pressed her ear against his rib cage. His heart thundered in his chest, as it always did when she beat him off. He loved a good hand job, and she really didn't mind turning him on so much, because turning him on made her feel sexy. No other woman turned him on the way she did. Not even his wife. But impatience overtook her mood this evening, and she wanted to do other things, like eat. Her stomach growled. She was famished, and all she could think about was a good venison dinner at their favorite restaurant. After he comes, we'll go out for something to eat. And he's going to come soon, by the way his cock feels right now.

"Suck on it. I love it when you suck on it."

Of course he loved it. She honed her technique on him, and being that she was alone with him in his Mercedes, she decided to pass the time by practicing a bit more. His wife wouldn't go down on him, so she made sure she was the best suck he ever had. And she was.

After moistening her lips with her tongue, she pressed her soft lips against the head of his cock, tasting the salty jizz that had leaked out of his hole. Her tongue flicked across his head quickly, and she heard his heart bang in her ears as she rested her head against his stomach. Relaxing her throat, she took in all of his cock until the head rested in the back of her throat. She had taught herself to relax her throat enough to calm her gag reflex, so when she took in his cock, she took in all of it. His hips bucked as she flicked her tongue over his shaft, this way and that, feeling him grow harder and harder. That was her butterfly technique, and he loved it when she flicked along his shaft with her tongue."

This time it came back Margaret Atwood. WTF????!?

Okay, now it was time to really test this stupid thing. I copy/pasted "Damn damn damn damn damn " about one hundred times and it came back correct - J. D. Salinger. Ha!

Then I tried "Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck " about one hundred times and it came back Chuck Palahnuik, the guy who wrote "Fight Club". Meh.

Next I tried "fart fart fart fart fart " and it came out David Foster Wallace. I fully expected Philip Roth, thinking of "Portnoy's Complaint".

Interesting "Poop coming out now. " about one hundred times came out Margaret Atwood. So she likes fucking and poop?

By the way, if you copy/paste less than 140 characters the program tells you it won't analyze your tweets. Derp.

All of this seemed lacking in purpose so I delved further. I was invited to sign up for a newsletter to learn to be a better writer but I didn't want to get more spam than I already get. I heard that this program was for a vanity press but the info about vanity publishing had been removed from the site. I did find what I needed on Making Light:

So I went to the I Write Like site, subject of the post just below, and entered this text:

asdp0o pvpm eropms spe pebps.
And it told me I write like James Joyce.

Not even trying? Not even rational! Therefore, I asked myself, what’s the scam? So I looked at the rest of the text on the results page:

Great job! Do you want to get your book published?
“I have personally read through thousands of book proposals in my career as a publisher and agent. I know what these professionals are looking for—and what they are not looking for.”
— Michael Hyatt, Chairman and CEO of Thomas Nelson Publishers.

Learn how to secure a book publishing contract!

That little bit includes two links, both to the same page: http://michaelhyatt.com/products/ebook-writing-a-winning-book-proposal

Yep, it’s SEO. And they’re using social engineering to get those links wide-spread and high in the Google stats. Helpful little cut-n-paste code to put in your blog!

But wait! There’s more!

Go over to that advertised page, and you’ll find a pair of $19.97 e-books by the above-said and afore-mentioned Michael Hyatt. These books promise to tell you such insider secrets as how to “avoid the three items you should NEVER include in a fiction book proposal.” Wow, I can’t wait to find out.

So, who’s Michael Hyatt, and what is Thomas Nelson?

Do you all recall Harlequin, and their recent dip in the vanity pool? Harlequin wasn’t the first or the only formerly-legitimate publisher to go down that road with Author Solutions. No, that honor goes to Thomas Nelson. But, since Thomas Nelson is a “Christian Publisher,” no one noticed at the time. Indeed, Thomas Nelson’s journey to the dark side is even sleazier than Harlequin’s. While Harlequin created a new imprint, “Harlequin Horizons,” as their vanity brand, Thomas Nelson used the name of an existing and formerly legitimate imprint, WestBow, for theirs. Thus, anyone checking up on the publisher’s name before submitting would find a long history of reasonably-selling books by known authors.

This “I Write Like” site isn’t remotely legitimate. No, they aren’t trying; or, anyway, they aren’t trying to analyze writing samples: They’re trying to lure newbie authors to the rocks and shoals of vanity publication.

[UPDATE 18JUL10]: The link has been changed from Michael Hyatt’s e-books to King’s On Writing at Amazon. I apologize to Dmitry Chestnykh for thinking that he didn’t really exist and was entirely a creation of Thomas Nelson to drive clicks to their site.

The main point of my post is that as news of the actual nature of this site gets around, it keeps changing to hide what it's really after - lots of hits and gullible wannabe writers who don't understand that the money flows from the publisher to the writer, not the other way around.

Still, it's cool to know that Margaret Atwood likes fucking and poop. Learn something new every day.

New Ellora's Cave Contract

I just got a new Ellora’s Cave contract for Made to Order. It’s the sequel to Made for Me. Due to personal reasons, this is my first new contract in awhile and I’m really excited. Hopefully, this is the first of many.

Made to Order is a futuristic, erotic romance. For those of you that read, Made for Me, this is Holt and Rebecca’s story.

Blurb:
Holt and Rebecca are sent undercover to a sex therapy club. To prepare for the assignment they become intimate or at least that the excuse they use for doing what they both want. Holt believes that Rebecca is just pretending to be submissive and Rebecca believes she’s just another in a long line for Holt. Working through their “Sexual Problem” they both find what they are looking for but neither is brave enough to admit it. It takes a helping hand from Cupid (Mav, their boss) to open Holt’s eyes to the truth. From there he is more than capable of proving that he is man enough to enjoy her persona at work as long as she’s woman enough to submit to his Cragon side in the bedroom.



If you want to check out Made for Me, the first in this series, here's the link.

I want ... YOU???

What causes that magnetic pull between two people in fiction and in real life? Is it pheromones? Do opposites really attract? Is it something encoded so deeply in our DNA that we couldn’t fight it if we tried? Or is it something less expected? Something we don't give enough credit to...

Most of us have a certain look or maybe looks that we tend to gravitate toward. Pardon the clichés, but Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome or Miss Bubbly Blonde might catch our eye every time. Then once in a blue moon someone we aren’t typically drawn to at all or perhaps are even a little repelled by becomes the hottest thing since habaneras. How do we explain this? Ok, it could go back to pheromones (but I’m no scientist so we’ll leave that to ponder).

Unlikely lovers make for great tension in romance novels, but what about in real life? Could it be our libido sees deeper than our eyes? Or that an unlikely someone can trigger something more than a surface attraction with only words and gestures? Is that why sexual tension in novels can be so intense? Do words turn us on as much as physical traits?

We love banter in fiction. And in real life I’m a huge fan. Go a few verbal rounds with me and we’re either going to be life-long friends, instant enemies, or a hell of a team in the sack. Or maybe all three. I also like self-confidence…even cockiness to a degree. So does that mean words play as big or maybe even a bigger role in sexual attraction…even in the early stages of meeting someone?

Once a man I was verbally sparring with in a public place leaned over and whispered in my ear, “We’re either going to fight like hell or fuck like hell.” Turns out, we did both. But ahhhh what a ride! He didn’t have the look I’m typically attracted to. But honestly that didn’t matter. It was his presence, confidence and wit that got me going…and going…and going. He was HOTTT whether he looked like the other men I've dated or not! LOL

Hmmm…so now let’s examine this. What physical attribute is sexiest to you? And what’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to you? Did the sexy words come from your “type” or some lucky duck who knew how to use his big brain as well as his little brain? Which one has turned you on more? Don’t be shy. This is research! LOL

xoxo,
Your Darlin

Do Cry For Me, Argentina

By A.J. Llewellyn

My beautiful niece and goddaughter, Eleanna, came to spend the night with me last night after telling me she needed bonding time.
At the age of 14, I reckon her parents and I are lucky she still wants to hang out with us.
I takes it while I can still gets it.
I have an eight year old nephew who is already telling his parents they are boring, so Eleanna is my shining hope that I am not hopelessly...well, boring.
In spite of a mountain of deadlines and my new macrobiotic diet I just knew she'd hate, she arrived all excited. Her parents are my cousin Chris and his husband, Tracy, who were married here in California before Prop 8 overturned gay marriage.
It has hurt her greatly that this proposition has personally affected her family, but she is an amazing young lady who thinks that one day the whole issue of gay marriage will be behind us.
I happen to agree.
Over dinner of rice and vegetables - "You're kidding, right, Uncle AJ? Where are the cupcakes?" - we talked about her school, life, some Jonas kid she's crushing on, and then we talked about Argentina and Hawaii.
In the same week our beloved Hawaii outlawed same-sex civil unions, Argentina became the first Latin America to legalize gay marriage.
For Eleanna, it's only served to highlight the state of things back here in California.
This morning, as we turned on the radio to listen to the news as we made breakfast, the big story was that Argentina's neighbors, Uruguay and Paraguay, are considering legalizing gay marriage too.
My girl pondered the ripple effect on America.
Call us a pair of Pollyannas, but we got excited at the prospect of tolerance one day being the law of the land here...and then the bomb dropped.
Talk show host Bill Handel is one of my faves and I often listen to him in the morning, Unfortunately he's on vacation for the last 10 days has left his show in less capable hands. I was astonished when his gaggle of replacement hosts discussed Prop 8 and how a recent poll showed that 51% of Californians support same-sex marriage and yet these were the same statistics the polls showed last time when gay marriage was shot down by prop 8.
And then Rich Marrotta, a sports announcer I have usually admired said, "I am uncomfortable talking about gay marriage."
He said a bunch of other things too. I noticed his co-hosts didn't agree, but when things turned contentious, the subject was changed.
I wish they could have seen the look on my goddaughter's face. The anguish and bewilderment were truly upsetting.
I have no idea why this subject continues to make straight men uncomfortable. We're not asking them to be gay. We're not asking them to don pink shorts and show up at Gay Pride.
I hope the day comes soon when this is no longer a discussion and we can move on.
I really, truly do.

Aloha oe

A.J.

GUEST AUTHOR - Karenna Colcroft!

My Characters Made Me Do It
Or Why Non-Authors Think I’m Nuts

Authors frequently talk about whether they’re a plotter or a pantster. That is, do they make notes, outlines, brainstorms, etc. before they begin writing a new story, or do they get an idea and just start writing and see where it takes them?

Personally, I’m somewhere in between. I don’t make a lot of notes for a new story. The most I usually do before writing is jot down a sentence or two of what I think the story’s going to be about, unless it’s a sequel or part of a series, in which case I need to make more notes to ensure continuity. As I plug away at the story, seeing where it takes me, I occasionally do a bit of brainstorming if I encounter writer’s block. However, I don’t do in-depth brainstorms or outlines or whatever. Part of the joy of writing for me is seeing where the story goes.

At least, it’s usually joyful. I think even the strictest plotters will agree that the story doesn’t always go where one expects, no matter how many notes one makes. Sometimes the plot veers off-course. Sometimes something that sounded good in the initial idea doesn’t work so well when it’s written out. And sometimes those darn characters decide they don’t want to go along with what the author wants.

In a chat room I belong to, in which I’m usually the only author, I once complained that a story I was working on wasn’t going the way I wanted. “The characters just aren’t cooperating,” I typed. “They don’t want to do what they’re told.”

“But you’re the author,” someone replied. “You’re in control. The characters are just figments of your imagination.”

I didn’t bother continuing the conversation, because I could tell she wouldn’t understand. Yes, I was the author. Yes, I’d created the plot and the characters. But no, I darn sure didn’t have control.

Characters, at least in my experience and I’ve seen other authors say this as well, do tend to take on a life of their own. That’s the mark of a strongly created character, I think. When even the author starts believing that those people are real, that they have their own thoughts and opinions, you know the readers will find them realistic as well. And the best-written story is lacking if it doesn’t have characters the readers believe in.

Not that that makes it any better when a character decides to become oppositional. I once wrote a novella where the hero and heroine completely refused to get together. I’d created them and their neuroses so well that they just plain wouldn’t let go of their fears and actually have a relationship. No matter what I did, they kept arguing and backing away from each other, until I finally gave up and scrapped 90 manuscript pages of their story. Pretty much started from scratch, after a heart-to-heart talk with them.

Then they finally cooperated with me. That novella was released by Siren Publishing in January of this year; it’s called Deep Down.

Fortunately, with my newest romance novel Eternal Love, available now at http://www.pinkpetalbooks.com/, I didn’t run into quite so much trouble. The biggest problem I had with my characters was that Gwen, the heroine, wanted to be stronger than I initially conceived her. Not a bad thing, by any means. She’d been badly beaten by her former fiancé and emotionally abused by her mother, and she had reason to be weak and distrustful, but that wouldn’t have made a very good story. Even so, I kept writing her the way I thought she should be instead of the way she wanted to be until I came to a scene where her former fiancé tracked her down.

In the first draft, I had Rhys, the hero, deal with the former fiancé while Gwen hid in the convenience store restroom. But I didn’t get much beyond that scene before Gwen started to rebel. She didn’t want Rhys to do it all; she wanted to defend herself. After struggling with the subsequent scene for a couple days, I relented and went back to change the convenience store scene. Now, Gwen’s ex knocks Rhys out for a moment. Gwen escapes, but doesn’t let her ex get away with following her.

To a non-author, it may sound crazy to hear an author talk about their characters like real people. But believe me, as an author, the characters certainly seem that way. And sometimes they know better than I do.

Karenna Colcroft

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Nippy in the Cockles

Given this is a romance blog, I know most people reading this love to love…but even romantics can feel a little cold-hearted sometimes. Trust me, I’m an expert on this topic. The question is: What should a true romantic do when she’s lost that lovin’ feeling?

This week I described my mainstream novel, THE WATER BEARER, to a friend by saying, “It’s a story about forgiveness and the kind of love that lasts beyond this lifetime.”

He said, “And you wrote it?”

Yes, it was a dig, and yes it stung. But I knew where he was coming from. I have been more than a little jaded as of late.

I told him, “Believe it or not, I do believe in that kind of love.”

“Just not with anyone you can actually have it with.”

Ouch. If his first response was a dig, the second one buried me. Probably because I fear there may be a little too much truth in what he said.

Do I believe in love? Yes. Do I know the pain it can bring? Absolutely. Will I ever let myself love hard enough to hurt that much again? I don’t know. And I know I’m not the only one wearing this chicken suit.

Most of my feathered friends and I would give just about anything to feel crazy in love…unfortunately the one thing we might not be willing to give is the only thing it takes. Can we ever trust anyone with all of our heart again?

Damn. That sucks.

I could drone on and on and work through hours of therapy on this topic, but instead I’m going to pull up my hot pink bootstraps and do something about it. I pledge to try and melt my ice cold heart. And I want any of you who are feeling a little nippy in the cockles to step out of your chicken suit and join me.

I hereby proclaim the next seven days to be COCKLE MELTDOWN week. Repeat after me. I WILL spend a mini-fortune on iTunes or burning up Pandora to find songs sappy enough to seep into even the hardest of hearts. I WILL watch the mushiest most cliché chick flicks I can find, AND I WILL read a Nicholas Sparks (or the equivalent) novel.

If seven days of love overload doesn’t get us excited about the idea of leaping head over heels into the mouth of a love volcano…well, at least maybe it’ll inspire us to write or read another romance. What's to lose?

So tell me now, do you believe in the kind of love you read about? Are you brave enough to let yourself experience it?

If you’re a big chicken like me, I double dog dare you to join me for a good cockle defrosting. For our commencement next Thursday we can hold hands and group hug until the last little slivers of ice have melted away and fire races through our veins the minute we see a potential true-lover.

All of you warm-hearted love muffins (or love cupcakes for AJ) are welcome to suggest movies, songs and novels for us less fortunate.

For my friend who inspired this post, I will just say no matter how hard I work on letting my walls down, it’s going to take a man who is patient with me. A man who will push me but understand the importance of making me feel secure while I’m pushing myself. A man whose actions speak as loud or maybe louder than his words. A man who understands I wouldn’t be in this position if I was the kind of person who could love with limits and not let my emotions consume me.
Xoxo,
Your Darlin

P.S. Next week we'll talk about something sexy!

SQUEE! New Contract with Ellora's Cave!

I'm so excited! I just signed with Ellora's Cave for my Exotica Halloween-themed Quickie UNMASKED!

Here's the blurb!


When Tabitha Buckley gets a chance to go to the hottest Halloween costume party in LA, she can’t turn it down, especially since the coworker she’s been lusting after is going to be there. And since she knows he’ll be dressed as the phantom of Venice, he should be easy to find. What Tabitha doesn’t know is that this isn’t the average costume party, but a spanking party. Having gotten spanked by a few boyfriends before, that doesn’t bother her as much as the fact that there’s more than one phantom of Venice on the guest list. Not to be deterred, she decides the best way to figure out which masked hunk is her coworker is to let each phantom spank her until she finds the man she’s looking for. And when she finds him, the night is going to end exactly like she’s always fantasized!

For a sneak peek at DEAD SEXY, my other upcoming release from Ellora's Cave, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ and click on "Coming Soon!"

*hugs*
Paige

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

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/

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Two Good Weekend Movies

First thing I’d like to do this morning is send a shout out to our two new bloggers, Renee and Trish. Welcome to the Nice N’ Naughty family ladies.

Ok, so, we had two new movies delivered to us this week from Netflix. Ninja Assassin and Legion.
Both I thought were really good action movies.

Legion was basically about the big guy sick of humanities bullsh*t and sends an army of angels to possess us and wipe us out. Of course well known arc-angel Michael takes a dislike to this and comes to Earth to save humanity from themselves.
As we sat and watched this flick, all I could think about was, “Well when are they going to tell us what’s going on, why did Michael come to Earth.” The plot was a little lacking. If they had extended the movie to two hours, I think it would have given them time to get it together a bit more and not leave me confused as to what was going on. All in all it was a good movie, the action was there, the gun fire, the killing and some grossness, LOL. Yes I said grossness. What I really liked was that it didn’t leave all the good guys alive. People die in war, good or bad and this movie didn’t take sides.


I thought Ninja Assassin was pretty damn cool. I like martial arts movies…it’s all Bruce Lee’s fault! The action is definitely there! The plot was together which held for the ending of the movie. There was a lot of blood, hey that’s to be expected with Ninja’s right, swords, stars and all the good stuff. But I do have to say several parts were a bit way bloody and violent. I actually turned my head during one bathroom scene where the hero had to kill a guy in the bathroom to gain his allegiance to the family. What I really liked was the slightly romantic undertone to the flick between the hero and a woman of his clan. I’m not saying anymore if you haven’t seen it, LOL.
Now my boyfriend thought the plot was lacking, but the action made up for it.

All in all two good movies.

Hope everyone has a great last day of the weekend!!

C~

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Saturday Soulful Quotes

Hello everyone! I'm so glad you stopped by to see me making my debut appearance on Nice N' Naughty and I hope to do this great blog justice with my post.

Just to let you know a little about myself, I am a lover and collector of all books, from the classic to the newly published. I cannot get enough of books and I treasure each and every one I own. On this segment, I'd like to share with you some of my favorite, if not brilliant, lines from authors who were not afraid to get all sappy, sensual, or even suggestive in their books.

I hope to make you either recall a book you once loved or peak your interest with a book you've never heard of. But don't worry...I promise to feature only the lines from romances that bare the soul wide open. And please, by all means, let me know if any of these spark your memory or tantalize your romance taste buds.

(Most times I will have a theme, but this month it's all about being eclectic.)
Enjoy!

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." 
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

"In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow…"
Stephenie Meyers, Twilight

"I can feel you. Do you understand? I can sense you. I know when he's with you, when he's touching you, when..." He had to look away. "Knowing I could make you feel so much more, that my feelings for you go so much deeper, that you've given yourself to someone who doesn't deserve you because I'm not allowed to have the life I want to live...It makes me feel like dying sometimes. You must understand how much I care about you."

Liz Maverick, Crimson & Steam

"You are correct in saying that desires often come from things we cannot easily gain—mine, being that of your love. By all accounts, I do wish I could steal it. But I am not that sort of man. I will wait. Forever and a day...I will wait.

Renee Vincent, Ræliksen

Reconnected With a High School Friend on Facebook and Found Out She Writes Erotic Romance, Too!

How cool is that?!

We were really good friends back in high school, but we kind of got out of touch after we both graduated and went off to do our own thing. Well, I was online the other day and I come across her Facebook page, so I sent her a friend request and add a little message with it, saying I don't know if you remember me, but we went to high school together and used to pass notes back and forth in biology class. She PM'd me back saying she does remember me and that it's so cool to reconnect and that she's an erotic romance author with LooseId under the name Tere Michaels! We both wanted to be writers back in high school and I think it's so cool that we're both actually doing it!

Gotta love the internet!

*hugs*
Paige

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

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