Guest Author - Gina Kincaide

Naughty Nights Press (NNP)



Pushing The Naughty Limits And Taking Our Readers To The Next Level Of Eroticism!


Erotica has changed it’s beat. It's now blazing hot, more stimulating and a whole lot more provocative then ever before!

Naughty Nights Press (NNP) is the "Next Generation Of Erotic, Paranormal and Contemporary Romance Publishing", specializing in bringing our readers the intoxicating world of steamy erotica and the pleasures of the paranormal.

We publish scandalously daring, virtually dangerous contemporary romance e-books and short story anthologies of the next generation of authors.

Naughty Nights Press is where readers will find the scorching adventures they are looking for, written by authors who are not afraid to push the limits of erotica. Our writers create ebooks that will take readers to that edge of intensity they crave, without crossing the line.

If you write hot & steamy erotic, paranormal or contemporary romance and you are interested in having us take a look at your work, please feel free to browse our submissions calls.




Naughty Nights Press (NNP) will be specializing in the creation of erotic and erotic paranormal romance digital books by the next "HOT" generation of authors, producing, scandalously daring, virtually dangerous short stories and e-books of the next generation.

Co-owners Gina Kincade and Faith Knight, both authors themselves, bring you this unstoppable spicy opportunity in the form of a new digital publisher!
Operating from the other side of the coin now, they aim to bring NNP authors the understanding of what it means to have a publisher who "gets it" from the author's point of view.

Their primary intention is to publish quality erotica, paranormal and contemporary romance ebooks where they have spent the time assisting the author in cultivating their very best possible work.

With a background in writing and editing, Faith Knight is a quiet but formidable choice for authors to have on their side in the creation of error free, top quality edits. She will not let anything slip by her sharp eye and is always used as a second to any other editors at NNP, just to make double sure! In fact, Ms. Knight is the choice of editor for Ms. Kincade herself.

Although Ms Gina Kincade, is quite the caring and generous individual, do not mistake her kind heart for weakness as she can also be the most demanding, sometimes downright cantankerous and pushy woman, who will accept nothing but the best from NNP authors and is loved by many because of her no nonsense, "tell it like it is" attitude.
Several authors are heard to quote “Without Gina's guidance, support and strong will I would not be where I am today, a published author".

Gina wants to give those aspiring authors a chance that other publishers have passed over because of their lack of experience. She aches to give a home to those naughty erotic novella and books that are just too wickedly erotic and daring for some other publishers.

Gina plans to guide the "new generation of authors" into the market at the new level of heat and scorching hot reading of 2011!


NNP, is a royalty paying, small publisher, who specializes in creating scandalously daring, virtually dangerous, erotic and paranormal erotic romance E-books and E-stories in multiple digital formats.

The goal of our authors is to take readers to the ultimate edge, of hot, provocative, steamy reading pleasure, without plummeting into the depths of depravity.

We already have a multitude of previously published and aspiring authors who will be part of the NNP family and sharing their wickedly exotic paranormal and sinfully naughty night time adult e-books and e-stories but are always seeking more who we can help to achieve the ultimate dream. We welcome you to join our great team at Naughty Nights Press (NNP)!

The very best photographers and artists have been found to assist in the personalized cover art, for your books and stories. Artwork that almost tells the tale of the content within the pages and represents our idea of who we are at NNP and what we aim to do!

If you’d like to join us as we begin the journey into the new era of erotica, please visit our website at http://naughtynightspress.com/
There we think you will find all you need to know to get you started with us very soon!

And don’t forget to click on our "What's New At NNP" page to keep up to date on just what it is we are doing behind the scenes and our current submissions calls!

Squee! News Contract with Ellora's Cave!

I'm so excited! I just signed with Ellora's Cave for my sci-fi erotic romance CINDRA'S BOUNTY HUNTER!


Here's the blurb!

Cindra’s Bounty Hunter

When Cindra Mallory’s bounty hunter father is brutally murdered, she goes after the killer, determined to bring him to justice. She tracks the man halfway across the galaxy, only to run out of both leads and money on the planet of Pendari. Giving up isn’t an option, so she enlists the sinfully handsome, more experienced bounty hunter, Bladen Sloan to help her track down her father’s murderer.

Bladen doesn’t come cheap, though, and when he wants more than the thirty percent of the bounty she wants to give him as payment, she offers to sleep with him to make up for the difference. He consents to the deal, and she finds herself signing a contract that has her agreeing to provide him with ten sexual favors in return for his services.

As they track the killer from one sex club to another, Bladen introduces her to the world of spanking, bondage and exhibitionism. Things get complicated as Cindra discovers she not only enjoys being Bladen’s sex toy, but is starting to fall for him, too. While she desperately wants to catch her father’s murderer, she knows the moment they do, her time with Bladen will be at an end.

Or is it?




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Paige

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

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GUEST AUTHOR - David Bridger!

A new release - THE WEAVERFIELDS HEIR by David Bridger

When Kate Richards inherits a dilapidated English estate from her estranged grandfather, she finds herself thrust into a world full of hostile new family members, mysterious Romany tenants, and strange visions of "the net" - an invisible web that connects everything in the universe. Kate thinks she's losing her sanity, but the odd family stories and disturbing tales of locals convince her that something sinister is going on at Weaverfields, while the inescapable pull of the net draws her deeper into the secrets of her new home.

But with those secrets come danger, and an old evil that refuses to let go of its hold on the net - or on Weaverfields. The only person who seems to understand is Joe, a Romany street artist with his own ties to the land. Kate and Joe must master the net before the past intrudes on the present... in very ugly ways...

Read an excerpt and buy The Weaverfields Heir at Etopia Press.

Help Out In Japan & Read Some Great Erotic Fiction!

Numerous authors are participating in writing projects designed to provide money to the Japanese in light of the recent earthquakes and tsunami. A close friend of mine who is a writer hails from Japan, so the devastation that country has experienced touched close to home for me. This man has told me over the years about his own personal history, his childhood growing up in a coastal Japanese town during World War II, his travels around the world, and we've shared both friendship and writing. I wanted to do something to help when news of the earthquakes and tsunami broke.

I've written two stories based on Japanese folklore, so I chose one as my personal project. I'm also participating in an invitation-only anthology project to benefit the Japanese that will be released in June. My story for that project is almost finished. In my personal project, I chose to donate proceeds from my short story Fountain Of Youth to the Red Cross.

From the press release:

Searching for a way to help relief efforts, Ms. Black and her publisher Romance Divine, LLC collaborated to earmark all sales of her short erotic story Fountain of Youth through June 15, 2011 to be donated to the Red Cross foundation to assist the Japanese in their recovery.

Fountain of Youth is particularly appropriate as it is an m/m erotic short story based on a Japanese folk tale. In Ms. Black's Americanized version, as in the Japanese original, a lesson is learned: be careful what you wish for. What if you could have a do-over; a second chance at love and romance with the object of your heart’s desire? What would you wish for? Careful, sometimes wishes do come true, but they might not always be exactly what you expect. Sydney finds romance, and changes, after discovering a secret Fountain Of Youth.

For more information, including cover art and buy links, please go to my web site - http://elizabethablack.blogspot.com/p/japan-relief.html. All proceeds from this short story sold through June 15 will be donated to the Red Cross foundation to help with relief efforts in Japan.

The second story I wrote based on Japanese folklore is Mud Licker, published by Circlet Press in its Like A Myth anthology. Mud Licker came in 7th in the "Top Ten" at the Preditors and Editors Poll Awards for "Best Romance Short Story". Buy the book and find out why!!

This anthology of erotica is based on unusual folklore. Mud Licker is a hot and sexy romp based on Japanese folklore. Suffice to say this odd little horny creature lives in bathrooms, and cleans them up - with his two foot long tongue.

You may find more information about this story on my Short Stories  tab on my web site. Scroll down until you come to Like A Myth.


So enjoy some unusual erotic tales with Japan as the focal point, and participate in a worthy project at the same time. 


Other books by Elizabeth Black:

   
  

Guest Author - Carolyn Rosewood

The Last Soul
Carolyn Rosewood
Evernight Publishing
ISBN 978-1-926950-43-3
Heat Level 3
Be warned: light bondage and sex toys


http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/The-Last-Soul-by-Carolyn-Rosewood.html


Faina has been dead for one hundred and fifty years, but she's about to become human again. All she has to do is seduce Jace Blackmon,the most honest financier ever to grace the city of angels, into signing awayhis soul.

Jace Blackmon has fallen in love with his fantasy woman. But when he realizes she was tricked by a demon to bring about his ruin, including the revelation of a long-buried secret to the media, he must choose between his heart or life without her.

Excerpt:

Faina donned a Betsey Johnson flowered dress and wedge sandals, then materialized a few blocks from where Jace worked. It felt so good to be outdoors. The warm air was soothing, the traffic noises and bustling crowds reminding her of New York City. Faina didn't often getnostalgic for her human life, but today she did. If she succeeded in this mission, she'd be human again. Warm weather, noisy crowds and city life would be her reality, not simply the realm in which she was allowed to work.

Unless Mastema had tricked her. No. She wouldn't think about that now. She had a job to do. She took her time, peering in shop windows and trying to look like just another California trust fund babe out for a stroll on a bright summer day. The fact nearly every man pounding the pavement tripped over his own two feet as she strolled past wasn't lost on her. She didn't have the baby face, long blonde curls, and legs up to there for nothing.

She avoided eye contact. It was enough to leave them with her scent, they'd have trouble getting it out of their head for weeks, but to look them in the eyes would be downright cruel. Even when she'd been alive all she'd had to do was turn her baby blues in a man's direction and he followed her around like a dogin heat. She'd made more money for Madame Lily during her first six months than most of her girls made over the course of two years.

As she made her way to the entrance of the 770 Wilshire Building, she caught a whiff of burned toast. She ducked into the nearest shop and pressed her nose to the plate glass window, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She'd only seen Mastema appear once in human form. He'd looked ridiculous dressed in a long coat and cowboy hat on the streets of Aurora Nebraska, population four thousand two hundred and twenty-five as of last year. His bad-boy Western get-up would have been more appropriate for Arizona in the late nineteenth century.

Either Mastema hadn't been the demon she smelled or he'd already evaporated. The sidewalks were filled with six foot blondes and men who looked like they walked off the cover of GQ. Not a weird outfit or menacing swagger in sight.

"Help you, Miss? You need mani and pedi today? We have new summer colors look perfecton you."

Faina whirled around to face the ancient Vietnamese woman. She'd ducked into a nail salon. Her senses had been so focused on the burnt toast smell and Mastema's human form she hadn't noticed the acrid smell of nail polish.

"No, not today. I'm sorry. I've got to go."

Faina opened the door and strode to the parking garage entrance of the building. On the way a clock struck five. The smell of burnt toast wafted from a nearby taco stand. Had that been what she smelled? Tacos? She was jumping at shadows. That wasn't like her.

She made her way to Jace's sports car by visualizing it. As the flood of workers poured into the garage, she hoped Jace would stay calm when he saw her. She was taking a risk as there would be plenty of witnesses if he wigged out.

He was busy scrolling through messages on his phone as he sauntered to his car,and didn't see her until she stepped in front of him as he was about to open the door.

"Oh Jesus. Holy fu—" His warm brown eyes opened wide and he visibly swallowed. "How did you... you're real. Holy sh*t."

"Get in your car, Jace. People are staring. One of them looks like he's going to take a picture with his cell."

The lie snapped him out of his trance. He unlocked the doors and she slid into the passenger seat. "Start the car but don't move yet."

He stared straight ahead as the engine roared to life. Beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. She could hear his heart pounding. When she reached up to wipe his forehead he moaned. "It's all right, Jace. Just try to relax."

"I don't understand." His voice shook.

"You don't need to. Wait until the garage clears out a bit. Then we'll leave."

"I...I have a dinner date. A family friend. I have to go. I don't want to but… I… I should."

"Do you want me to leave?"

He looked into her eyes with the most desperate longing she'd ever seen on a human face. A flash of apprehension shivered down her spine, unbalancing her. She was going to hurt him. Badly. He'd lose everything. His home, the Foundation, his dinner date, maybe even this fancy sports car. And some kid wouldn't have a place to sleep on a cold, winter night, or a youth group to keep him off the streets.

The men she brought to Mastema were bad-to-the-bone to begin with. They just needed a little help to push them in the right direction. The inevitable direction, as he liked to call it. But Jace Blackmon was a good guy.

Then why does Apollyon want him? But what if he didn't want Jace? What if Jahi was right and Mastema had forged the contract?

"Faina." His whisper pulled her back to the present. Until she had proof to the contrary, it was Jace's soul or her eternal torment as one of Mastema's sex slaves. This was self-preservation. Nothing more.

Shelooked into his eyes and smiled "Yes, Jace?"

"Please don't leave, Faina."


Carolyn

GHOST HUNTER is a Reviewer Top Pick at NOR!

I'm so excited! GHOST HUNTER, my sexy new paranormal romance from Ellora's Cave. is a Reviewer Top Pick at NOR! Thanks so much, Diana!

"I really enjoyed this bone chilling ghost story and found myself jumping at the littlest things during and after reading this well written story. The suspense was so high that my heart was slamming in my chest during the action scenes. Ms. Tyler knows how to keep her readers riveted to their seats while becoming so deeply engrossed in her story. This is one story that I highly recommend to any Paranormal Romance/Ghost loving fan looking for a great read to add to their library!"

Read the complete review here!
http://www.nightowlreviews.com/nor/Reviews/Diana-Coyle-reviews-Ghost-Hunter-by-Paige-Tyler.aspx

Watch the Trailer Here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7c6DgZ-fHs

Buy it at Ellora's Cave!
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Buy it on Amazon Kindle!
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Paige

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

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

GUEST AUTHOR - Nina Pierce!

Does Love Know Better?

I’m a romantic at heart. I believe in soul mates and happy-ever-afters; true hearts and forever love. But why wouldn’t I? I grew up in a blessed home, one of five children, surrounded by love. I started dating my best friend’s older brother when I was a freshman in high school and married him eight years later. We’ll be celebrating our 27th wedding anniversary this fall.

So yeah, I believe in everything romance novels promise the reader.

But how about love at first sight? It seems this is one area even regular readers of romance seem to have a hard time swallowing. I’m not sure why. There have been countless true life stories of couples seeing each other across a crowded room and the “magic” happens and they just know. It’s their family that’s left to play catch-up with the whirlwind romance and an engagement the following month. But forty years later when their children and grandchildren are dancing at their anniversary celebration, no one can argue that sometimes the heart is so much smarter than the head.

In my newest release erotic suspense, Blind Love, Julie Tilling’s parents have this kind of true love. And she’s not sure there’s a special someone out there for her. But one night with Damon Corey and her heart knows he’s her soul mate. Of course it takes awhile for her logical brain to acknowledge the truth.






BLURB:

He’s a shock jock looking to reform. She’s an accountant hoping to cut loose. Can love open their eyes to forever?

Uptight CPA and oldest sister, JULIE TILLING, is the glue that binds her family. Everyone depends on her to do the right thing. When her friend from high school dies and Julie is the only one who believes he didn’t commit suicide, she takes it upon herself to investigate his death.

DAMON COREY didn’t come to Maine to become shock jock, Demon Jones. But when his dream career of becoming a concert pianist seems unobtainable, the radio station’s offer is too good to pass up. When mysterious brunette, Jewel, hooks up with him at the night club run by a college frat brother their one night fling wraps around his heart.

Can Damon expose his inner soul without pushing Julie away or will his enigmatic Demon Jones persona become Julie’s sexual undoing and reveal him as the missing piece that solves the puzzling questions surrounding her friend’s death?


EXCERPT:

He stopped short when he realized the door to the back offices of the club was blocked. A raven-haired beauty stared down the bouncer guarding the entrance from unauthorized customers. The woman stood defiantly with her hands on her hips. Her breasts pushed forward, brushing the guy’s barrel chest.

“Well, I guess I just don’t understand. You’ve let all kinds of people go through that door behind you. I’ve seen them coming and going. Why not me?”

He recognized the feisty woman. Twenty minutes ago, she’d acted like she didn’t understand what was going on when the dance floor spotlight flooded over her. It hadn’t taken much coaxing from the crowd to get her to join the dance competition. Damon had seen lots of women appear all innocent until they were nearly naked in front of the crowd. Not this one. He’d watched her ride her partner’s thigh, her body swaying sensually to the music, her lids hanging heavy with desire. He was sure she’d be like all the rest, slithering out of her clothes and satisfying herself in public. But she hadn’t. She’d done some kind of slink and roll and extricated herself quite gracefully from the writhing bodies on the dance floor, then disappeared.

She’d definitely caught his attention. Damon’s body reacted to the memory. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t too tired to enjoy a drink or two with a lively number like her.

“As I told you, only members can go through, or guests on the list.” The bouncer looked down his crooked nose at her, the strobe lights reflecting off his bald head. He pounded his stubby finger on his clipboard. “Ma’am, if you’re not on the list, you’re not going in.”

“Ma’am? Do I look like a ma’am to you?” she asked, poking the big man in the sternum.
Damon bit back a laugh. There weren’t many who would stand up to this particular bouncer. Just the size of his tattooed forearms was enough to intimidate most patrons of Starry Knights. She seemed unfazed by his size and gruff scowl. Maybe he could save the poor schlep blocking the door, give the woman access to the back rooms and find if she was interested in a little something more.

He didn’t feel quite so tired anymore.

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So I’m wondering what you think of love at first sight? As a reader is it something you have a hard time with or are you okay with it? Do you know anyone who fell in love when they saw their true love? Because I’m always curious about that sort of thing.



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GUEST AUTHOR - Cassandra Carr!

The sports hero & why I like him


People have asked me why many of my heroes are athletes. Here are a couple of reasons:
•They're in great shape.
•They're alpha males.
•They have money.
Let's look at those reasons in more detail.

First, athletes are in great shape, as shown in Exhibit A, bull rider Brendon Clark, and Exhibit B, hockey player Sidney Crosby. Now, I don't know about y'all, but I love a man with a hot bod. What's sexier than watching your man sweat through a hard workout (especially if you're the one giving it to him)?






Additionally, athletes are alpha males. Why do we like alpha males? Because they're fiercely loyal, protective, strong, and more. A man like this is much preferred in my book than one who's laissez-faire - we want our men to fight for us and our love! And last, athletes have money. As much as the whole "starving artist" mystique lives on and on in our culture, I'd prefer to be fed filet mignon and take awesome vacations.

So now you know why I love sports heroes. What are some of your reasons?


BIO:


Cassandra Carr lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Her debut novel, Talk to Me, was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com, "like" her Facebook fan page at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.


Talk To Me




The elevator doors opened, and Drew hurried to unlock his apartment and punch his code into the security pad before continuing straight to his bedroom. He spun and picked Jamie up as she neared the door, and she let out a squeak of protest.

“Drew!”

“What? I’m trying to be romantic. Efficient too.” He grinned at her when she struggled to get out of his grip. The way she fought against him both amused and aroused him. “Not so fast,” he warned her. “I’m not planning to let you get away until I’m good and finished with you.”

Jamie cocked an eyebrow. “Good and finished? Be still my heart! Such dreamy talk from a man like you! I had no idea.”

Drew laughed and dropped Jamie on the king-size bed with enough force to make her bounce, then climbed on top of her. Before she could protest again, he’d pressed his erection into her belly and taken her lips in another deep kiss. Jamie melted beneath him, snaking her hands around his neck while his found her hips, pulling her closer. “You need to get naked,” he declared, rolling off her.

“Just me? That’s hardly fair. If I’m getting naked, then this time, so are you.” Her beautiful, full lips pouted at him.

He stood up, and in seconds, his pants and boxer briefs landed in a heap on the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head and added it to the pile. “Your turn.”

Jamie rose up on her elbows and stared at him in disbelief. “How did you do that so fast? And may I add, very nice.” She smiled and waggled her eyebrows, giving him a quick once-over.

“When I want something, I don’t waste time. And I want you naked. Now.”

He reached over and started yanking her top over her head, but she batted his hands away.

“Hey -- stop that. You’re going to dislocate my shoulder with your beastlike strength.”

Drew laughed but allowed Jamie to gently pull her blouse over her head. He took it and tossed it on the chair near the window. Next she tugged her jeans off, leaving her in only her bra and panties, which Drew made short work of.
He groaned when she was fully nude. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? And I’m gonna put my hands and my tongue and my mouth and my cock everywhere on and in your beautiful body, so you better be ready.”

Jamie shivered, and he covered her body with his, kissing her briefly before moving down her jawline, sucking and licking. This is gonna be good.




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Amanda Racette Twentyfive
writing as Cassandra Carr

Talk to Me, out now from Loose Id!
Uniform Behaviour, out now from Andrews UK!

Writer website: http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com
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The Reviews Are In For DEAD SEXY!

The reviews are in for DEAD SEXY and they're loving my zombie romance! I didn't know what people would think about a zombie hero, and i'm so excited everyone loves him as much as I do! If you haven't picked it up yet, you might want to give it a try after reading these reviews!


GOLD STAR AWARD from JERR!

"Although I had misgivings regarding the story line for Dead Sexy, I am happy to report that I was dead wrong. While zombies are generally the stuff of a more macabre genre, the unusual plot of Dead Sexy is a masterful blend of both mild horror and romance. Drake is such a compelling character. For me he embodies the ultimate hero; strong, assertive, intelligent, brave, understanding and sexy as all get out. Simone is smart, down to earth and most importantly, possessed of common sense. She is feminine but not a wimp, which imbues her with a realness we don’t often see in heroines. Their sexual chemistry is instantaneous. And while each encounter with our hero and heroine desperately leaves both them, and you, longing for a steamy sack session. Instead we're teased with a slow build giving everyone a chance to get to know one another. But when the time is right, Ms. Tyler unleashes with some exceptionally steamy and prolonged love making. So be sure you’re
“equipped” to handle it. You too will find yourself reading until well beyond the
witching hour. Thrilling, suspenseful and passionate Dead Sexy is a wicked
read and very deserving of a Gold Star Award!"



5 Cherries from Whipped Cream!

"Humorous, original, and sexy as all get out.

Ms. Tyler has written a book unlike any thing I have ever read before. She has
taken the Voodoo zombie curse and turned it into something rather different. Ms. Tyler has weaved a complex and original story full of action that will keep
you flipping pages. This book is full of twists, turns and an ending that will
leave you blown away!"



5 Siren Stones from Siren Book Reviews!

"When the two words “romance” and “zombies” are used to describe a book,
what is one to think? For me, after reading Dead Sexy, my thoughts were a
whirlwind of “wow”. Paige Tyler made this work. With a great blend of mystery, intrigue, suspense, and action, and not to forget the love scenes, Dead Sexy kept me going long into the late hours of the night. The hair on the back of my neck stood, and chills ran down my spine. This book took me by surprise at how much I enjoyed it. I never thought I would enjoy a romance book so much that involved zombies, but I did. If you're looking for a different read, filled with adventure, excitement, and chills, then give Dead Sexy a try!"



Reviewer Top Pick from NOR!

"Ms. Tyler crafted a sexy romance that made the zombie aspect work really well. Dead Sexy is everything you want in a paranormal romance. Action, plot, hot sex, great characters and a realistic romance you won't forget. I highly recommend this book and look forward to more by Ms. Tyler!"




4 Hearts from The Romance Studio!

"This was one interesting erotic romance. When I read the blurb I wasn't sure
how a zombie could possibly be a desirable hero but if all the walking dead are
like Drake this is definitely going to be a favorite sub genre for me. This is a must-read for those who enjoy vanguard paranormal romances, I know this is one I will definitely read again and again!"



5 Nymphs from Literary Nymphs!

"I must admit to feeling more than a little trepidation before starting Dead
Sexy. I was morbidly intrigued by the unusual mixture of erotic romance and the undead and wondered where it could possibly lead. After finishing it, I’m still not sure how the author did it, but the contradicting genres ended up working very well indeed and I just could not put Dead Sexy down!"



For a sexy excerpt from DEAD SEXY and links to the complete reviews, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ExcerptDeadSexy.html


Buy it at Ellora's Cave!
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*hugs*
Paige

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

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

Eivissa

By A.J. Llewellyn

I had a visit recently from my cousin whose husband John vanished 14 years ago, It was a heart-breaking, tragic case and it has often haunted me. When his skeletal remains were discovered a year after his disappearance deep in the Australian bush, I went to visit the site and to this day I wonder how and why he wound up in such a lonely, and to me, frightening place.

His widow, my lovely cousin, has gone on to live a productive life but I see that she is still pining for him. True love is like that. It never dies. True love is forever and love is stronger than death.

His passing has been shocking even to this day because we still don't have answers. Why do some men vanish? What happens in their minds that they lose their way and we in turn, lose them?

I've thought about this a lot and it led to my writing Eivissa, my new M/M romance book which comes to eXtasy Books on April 15, which is a much lighter, brighter story. I set it in the sunny, spectacular Spanish island of Ibiza or, as the locals prefer, Eivissa. The story of a man washing up on Eivissa's sunny shores in an amnesiac state has a much happier outcome than John's story.

It is perhaps, one of the most emotional books I've written, because I feel his spirit as I tell a little of his tale. Men have a hard time committing their emotions to words. Men have a hard time admitting they need help.

In Australia, at the time of his vanishing, it was a shameful thing to admit to any kind of mental illness or emotional trouble that might require actual therapy. None of us know exactly what troubled John, a newlywed who shared a passion for reading, hiking in all forms of nature and surfing with his wife.

I see the questions still linger in her mind and I wish I could alleviate her pain. At least she found him and was able to lay him to rest. The terrible things she imagined might have been happening to him never did. According to the coroner, though no exact cause of death could be determined due to his advanced state of decomposition, his body was fully clothed. He was found lying face down and the front of his uniform was still clean and intact. He believes John died shortly after taking a train to the end of the line and walking into the bush. He had no food or water and the coroner believes John died of exposure.

I try not to think how long he sat there...how long did he wrestle with his demons before he succumbed?

Some men just leave us and we never find them again. Statistics show that is predominantly men who develop amnesia and wander around in a fugue state. My feelings about why this is the case are for the reasons I suggest.

Some of us need to learn to talk. Some of us need to ask for help. If you know someone who you think seems depressed or anxious, please, talk to him. Give him some time. You might just help him find an answer or two. Or at least give him hope.

Aloha oe,

A.J.

Saturday Soulful Quotes

I hope everyone is having a great Saturday and I appreciate that you included visiting with me in your weekend plans. Today, I'm featuring several authors who were not afraid to be soulful, sappy, or even suggestive in their romance novels. And if you look close, one of those authors is yours truly, a quote taken from my newest release.

So, without further ado, I give you this month's Soulful Quotes! Enjoy!

As if he felt her hesitation, he pulled back and looked her in the eye. “I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to force you upstairs to my apartment. You decide. Right here. Right now. But once you unlock this door…you're mine. All night long…”

~ Renee Vincent, Silent Partner

“You care for him, I can see that.” Javier turned his hand and trailed his fingers down the side of her cheek. "But you don't love him.”

“You don't know that.” How could Javier understand love? To him it was all about sex and control. He knew nothing of the give and take, trust and vulnerability.

He smiled. “You forget, tasting your blood allows me to glimpse into your heart. I know your feelings well. You're fond of him, but you do not love, not like you love me.”
~ Suzanne Rock, Dark Obsession

Meko crossed the short distance to Cesca. "What makes you think I want to share my bed with a vicious she-cat when many would come to my bed willingly?”

~ Keta Diablo, Where The Rain Is Made

“Because I wanted you for myself, Grace. Not for the company.”

In the next instant, his arms closed around me, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my cheek. I have to say that the sensation of being held by him pretty much erased everything else that had happened up to that point.

“I could make love to you all night long, Grace, if you’d let me,” he breathed into my hair.

“Don’t tempt me,” I whispered back.

~ Mia Jae, Chance Encounters

LIBRARIAN BY DAY is Back on the TOP TEN List!

I'm so excited! My sexy spanking romance, which came out in in Jan 2010 LIBRARIAN BY DAY is back on the TOP TEN List at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid! How cool is that?!


LIBRARIAN BY DAY
Naughty By Night!

Shy, reserved librarian Jennifer Davidson has a secret side that few people know about. She writes erotic spanking romances on the side. She’s never been spanked herself, but when her boyfriend stumbles across one of her books, all that changes.

Nik Evans has always hoped there was a bad girl hiding underneath his prim, proper librarian, but even he is surprised when they begin to explore her fantasies and he finds out just how naughty she can be.

Soon, Jennifer is embarking on a sensual journey of discovery in which she learns that having her bottom warmed for real is better than anything she’d ever written about in her books.



EXCERPT:

Jennifer gave her boyfriend a worried look as she set her purse down on the table just inside the entryway of her apartment. Nik had been distracted all evening and she couldn’t help but wonder if everything was okay between the two of them. Even though they had only been dating for a couple months, she was really starting to fall for him, and she hated to think that tonight’s dinner was some sort of bizarre precursor to breaking up with her. Her heart squeezed at the thought.

Not that she should be all that surprised. After dating her for a while, most guys came to the conclusion that she was way too reserved, especially in the bedroom. She really wasn’t, though. She was just naturally shy, which meant that it took a little while for her to be comfortable enough to be herself with them. Of course, they usually didn’t hang around long enough to find that out.

Jennifer had felt comfortable with Nik right away, though, and the sex had been great between them from the start. Or at least, she thought so. Sure, she wasn’t quite as adventurous in the bedroom as the girls she read about in Cosmo, but she thought she did okay. But Nik’s behavior tonight seemed to indicate that maybe she was still being a little too tame. Darn it, why couldn’t she be more like the heroines in her books? They never seemed to have a problem holding a man’s interest. And they were never shy in the bedroom. Or anywhere else they had sex, for that matter!

But as Nik took her hand and pulled her into his arms for a long, slow, intoxicating kiss, Jennifer gradually felt her misgivings begin to disappear. A man didn’t kiss a girl this way if he was going to break up with her, she told herself.

When Nik lifted his head several moments later to regard her thoughtfully, however, Jennifer felt some of her unease return. Here it comes, she thought, and braced herself.

"You know," he said, reaching up to gently brush her hair back from her face. “You kept me waiting quite a long time while you were getting ready earlier.”

Her brow furrowed, confused at his words. “I did?”

He nodded. “You did.”

She felt her face color. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I was running late at work, and then I had to stop at the store…” She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “I’m sorry.”

Nik’s dark eyes were appraising as he studied her. “I’m sure you are,” he said. “But I think you might need something to help you manage your time better so that you don’t do it again, don’t you? Like a spanking, let’s say.”

Jennifer blinked up at her tall, handsome boyfriend, sure she hadn’t heard him right. “Wh-what?”

He nodded. “A spanking,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ve heard it can be a very effective way to modify bad behavior.”

Jennifer’s eyes went wide at that. Who was this guy, and what had he done with her boyfriend? Before she could think of something to say in reply, however, Nik took her hand in his and led her over to the couch. She was so stunned that she didn’t even protest when he sat down and gently guided her over his knee so that she was lying stretched out across his lap. Even if she hadn’t been robbed of speech, she wouldn’t have protested anyway. She had secretly fantasized about getting spanked for years, so much so that she had started writing about it, and tonight that fantasy was finally going to become a reality! Buy how had Nik known she wanted to be spanked?

Her pulse quickened as she felt her boyfriend firmly place one hand on the small of her back. The simple action was enough to send a little quiver of excitement through her, and she almost let out a moan. As eager as she was for this spanking, though, she couldn’t help but be a little nervous at the same time. Would having her bottom reddened sting as much as she had imagined? Would she like it much as the heroines in her books did? Would she get as turned on as they did? As her boyfriend placed his other hand on her skirt-covered bottom, she realized she was about to find out!




Read Chapter One http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/chapters/LibrarianByDay_PaigeTyler.shtml


Watch the Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gICE76b1gXw


Buy it at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=374&zenid=f1e9441bb18a34984224880141ba7f5c


Buy it on Amazon Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Librarian-By-Day-ebook/dp/B001Y35FSO/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1239029663&sr=1-10


*hugs*
Paige

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

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

By A.J. Llewellyn

The Internet is a superb place to meet new people and discover similar passions...such as writing. And cupcakes.

It's amazing how well these two pursuits go together and I have found many authors who share my passion for both these things.

British author Serena Yates is one of them. Some months ago, we emailed back and forth after we had both contributed to an anthology of short stories called Stealing My Heart.

Serena had read a few of my blogs and was intrigued by my obsession with cupcakes and with the explosion of cupcake stores across the US.

We began chatting back and forth and she mentioned an idea she had for a book about a cupcake store owner and bringing a paranormal element into it.

Somehow this morphed into the idea of us doing it together and one book became four, with each book focusing on a natural element.

The Cake, our first book in the Elemental Superpowers Series, which was released yesterday at Total-e-Bound, is a fire element story. We're almost done with our 'water' story, The Blancmange, and we have plans for the remaining titles...but first, let's talk about The Cake.

Our story has humor, passion, magic and yes, cake.

Our editor said we drove her crazy with our food descriptions and that's a good thing. In fact, thanks to our Serena, our book catalogue listing even warns readers:

Reader Advisory: This book contains mouth-watering descriptions of cupcakes and hot references to other foods.

In The Cake, Daine Paradis owns a successful bakery in San Francisco but soon learns that he is under scrutiny by a law firm that thinks he is misusing his magical powers to make his business boom.

Huh? Magical powers? Daine had no idea he had any...and anyway, is there such a thing?

The hunky lawyer, Phillip Sedgwick, who's been sent to investigate him seems more inclined to help him rather than hurt him.

Serena and I had a blast writing this. We loved creating the magical court system that puts people on trial for violating their super powers.

It's been a wonderful collaboration and now, we have a new one to look forward to: Serena and I have a new series of anthologies coming to Total-e-Bound starting in the late summer, August 25, with the divine and insanely gifted D. J. Manly.

The Sins of Summer focuses on the seven deadly sins, in which we each picked a sin and wrote super-hot stories about them.

I can't wait to uncover more sins for the remaining seasons...or to eat more cake!

For more information and for purchase, please click this link:

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1152

Aloha oe,

A.J.

GUEST AUTHOR - David Bridger!

My paranormal fantasy The Weaverfields Heir will be available on 22nd April 2011. This novel follows several generations of a strangely gifted family, and zooms in on the lives of a few particularly creative individuals who possess a supernatural talent to see the net, which is the system of relationships between cells, and the building material of the universe. It looks like a web of gossamer threads connecting everything, but very few people are gifted with the ability to see it and even fewer can manipulate it to bring about change.

At the heart of the story are two great loves, one spanning the twentieth century and the other happening right now, between couples whose talents allow them to hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s every sensation.

Think about that for a moment.

Blurb:

a new love...an old evil...

When Kate Richards inherits a dilapidated English estate from her estranged grandfather, she finds herself thrust into a world full of hostile new family members, mysterious Romany tenants, and strange visions of “the net” – an invisible web that connects everything in the universe. Kate thinks she’s losing her sanity, but the odd family stories and disturbing tales of the locals convince her that something sinister is going on at Weaverfields, while the inescapable pull of the net draws her deeper into the secrets of her new home.

But with those secrets come danger, and an old evil that refuses to let go of its hold on the net — or on Weaverfields. The only person who seems to understand is Joe, a Romany street artist with his own ties to the land. Kate and Joe must master the net before the past intrudes upon the present… in very ugly ways…


Excerpt:



Something was moving, down by the stone bridge. Something, or someone, was scrambling down from the bridge to the river bank. It wasn’t Diane. It was someone, or something, more nimble.



She used her ears to follow its progress along the river path. For some reason she didn’t want to probe with her net. Her skin tingled. The hairs on the back of her neck tickled. The net listened. The birds in the wood listened. The world held its breath.



A man strode into sight: a youngish man, about the same age as her, or slightly older perhaps; a lightly bearded hippy with a thick plait of dark hair hanging between his shoulder blades. He was wearing faded denim, army boots, and a small haversack. He was tall, very suntanned and ruggedly handsome.



Kate tutted. She sounded like someone out of one of Catherine’s books. Tall, dark and handsome, indeed. But he was gorgeous.



He was also very confident of his surroundings. He kept throwing his arms out and his head back, twirling around and laughing. Strange.



He scooped up a double handful of water from the riverpool and drank, then continued along the path.



Kate lost sight of him. She ran downstairs and jogged along the ridge, roughly parallel to his route, following his passage by sound.



He stopped. There was silence.



Kate listened hard. Nothing. Should she cast her net? Why did that worry her? She listened.



The silence was split wide open by a shriek of joy and a cackle of laughter. Diane Kell. Kate could hear her berating someone with playful sternness for his long absence and his failure to write any letters. She cackled with laughter again.



Joseph Kell. It must be. He’d come home. Harold Grain had tracked him down.



Kate walked slowly back towards the house, thinking about the tall hippy and his grandmother, the witch. A weird pair of tenants she’d won. Tenants? Whatever.



Now she sounded like Sam.



Back on the balcony she picked up a brush and tapped it against her teeth thoughtfully, trying to recapture her rapture. It wouldn’t come. Bloody Kells. She took the coffee pot inside and put a pan of water on the range.



Don’t experiment with the net around naked flames, she told herself. Use your hands.



She grinned and glanced at her watch. Half eleven. What to do about lunch? Ignore it and get on with the picture, she told herself, but it was a half-hearted command. A snack then, later, while I work. The water boiled and she took her caffeine fix up to the balcony.



He was in the water. He was naked in the riverpool. In her riverpool! He stood knee deep in the shallows and his towel and boots lay on the rock where she laid her things every morning.



Kate watched, her lips parted, every sense alert, while he covered his body in a thick lather of soap and scrubbed thoroughly. She felt outrage, coloured with amusement, outlined with interest.



He plunged into the deep water and rinsed the soap off, the same way she always did. He surfaced, returned to sit in the shallows and rubbed up lather again. He washed his hair and rinsed it, washed and rinsed again, then stood up and shook his mane wildly about his head. Droplets flew in every direction, catching the sun, giving him a rainbow halo.



God, he’s gorgeous!



He looked up sharply, as if she’d shouted the thought out loud, and caught her in mid-lust. He smiled slowly, crookedly, staring up the hill at her, making no effort to hide his nakedness.



The universe slowed down and the net hummed. Kate saw the line between them vibrate. It flowed in subtle waves towards her and caressed her. It was like being undressed slowly, teasingly, by a lover.



He was undressing her with his eyes. With his net! His net!



A rushing flush of recognition distracted her, for a moment, from the fact that his penis was perking up and starting to take an interest in her.



She plonked her coffee on the table and stalked indoors. She felt clumsy and uncoordinated, legs stiff with self-consciousness. He was ogling her bum and laughing and she wasn’t sure who she hated more: him for doing it or herself for getting caught while spying on him.



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David Bridger settled with his family and their two monstrous hounds in England's West Country after twenty years of ocean-based fun, during which he worked at various times as a lifeguard, a sailor, an intelligence gatherer and an investigator. He writes paranormal and urban fantasy. His site is http://www.davidbridger.com/

GUEST AUTHOR - Kaily Hart!

DEDICATIONS. WHO READS THEM ANYWAY?

I never much thought about dedications. I mean, I’d flip through the front of a book, eager to get to page one and if I saw one, I might scan it but I’d pretty much flip on by. I never gave much consideration to what they contained, who they were to or why an author might go to the trouble to create one. That was until last year when I was asked by my editor what I wanted to include for the dedication in my first book. Honestly, I kind of blew it off. I was eager to get this baby done! I wrote right back with something meaningful, but kinda generic. It was my editor (in that way she has) who asked if there was anyone special I wanted to acknowledge, would anyone be disappointed if I didn’t mention them and reminded me I’ll only ever have one first book. Huh. It gave me pause and it got me thinking. Perhaps these dedications were more purposeful that I’d thought. Perhaps there really were people out there who took note of them, found them interesting, actually *gasp* read them! And she was right about something. There was only one first book. So I immediately got to work and wrote my first dedication. I wanted to acknowledge the aspiring author first and foremost. I’ll never forget what it’s like to be there in that place, to know how difficult it is, how much effort it takes just to continue to write each day. It’s pretty amazing anyone gets published. And there were two writer colleagues I was especially thankful for and I also wanted to acknowledge them.

So I had this dilemma yet again with my most recent book, PLAY ME. It’s dedication time and…what should I write? It actually came pretty easily and ended up being:

To all those that ‘pay it forward’ in this industry. Your support, encouragement and generosity is much appreciated. I wanna be like you when I grow up!

One of my goals as a writer is to attain a level of success that would allow me to draw attention to particular causes, generate enough revenue from books that I could donate to charities and help other writers in the industry. I’ll get there J. One day. One book at a time, right? I’ll include a dedication for each of my books moving forward I think. And if no-one reads it? Well, that’s okay because I know it’s there and it’s the special something I wanted to say at the time. So…what do YOU think about dedications? Do YOU read them?

PLAY ME

Lily Hamilton had her quiet, predictable life all mapped out, including a hot-shot attorney for a fiancé. That is until she catches him screwing around and takes off in his prized Mercedes, for once not giving a damn where she's headed. How clichéd is that? Gabriel Jackson is raw and disillusioned. Driving a tow truck is a far cry from the dangerous career he turned his back on, but when he finds the classy blonde in a dangerous part of LA, he's immediately back in the role of protector. Lily is hot and sweet and so out of his league it's not funny, yet Gabe can't deny the sizzling heat between them. He thinks he wants hard, fast and rough--until he gets his hands on her. He knows he should stay the hell away, but Lily makes him feel, really feel, for the first time in two years. Is she just slumming or can she see beyond the harsh, broken façade to the man beneath? A man who dreams of making her his?

PLAY ME is currently available from Ellora’s Cave http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9173-play-me.aspx & other ebook sellers.

About Me

Kaily Hart, a seemingly straight-laced mother of four left corporate America and a high-powered, lucrative career to be a stay at home mom. Ha! That lasted about four weeks, during which time she realized she had a deeply repressed dream - to write. And romance at that! By day, Kaily plays conservative wife and soccer mom, but at night crafts hot and steamy tales of romance and love with gorgeous heroes who wouldn’t dream of leaving the toilet set up. Ever. She’s smart and sassy, at least in her own mind, and is trying her best to bring the alpha male solidly back to contemporary romance, one hot story at a time. Two years ago she never would have thought she’d be doing this, but now that she is? Well, you couldn’t pay her enough to do anything else. If anyone would want to contact me (which I would love by the way) or just keep up with what I’m doing, they can find me all over:

Web – http://www.kailyhart.com/

Blog - http://kailyhart.blogspot.com/

Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/kaily.hart

Twitter - http://twitter.com/kailyhart