Friday, January 16, 2015


Well, hey again!

Alright, so I've been kind of busy, but should have stopped back here before now. I'm  preparing one manuscript for submission and trying to finish another. The Bears is the manuscript I'm trying to finish. I'd hoped to finish it before the end of the year, but a nasty little bug and some getting over that bad cold, but can't focus blahs sidelined that idea.

But it's a new year, admitted halfway through the first month of said new year, but it's a good time to discard what didn't happen and focus on what we can do now. So that's what I'm doing. Trying to set manageable goals work toward them and move on to the next so that I can accomplish my major goals this year.

Below is my latest favorite quote!

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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Mery Christmas! Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas! As I spend time with my family, I hope you are all with the one's you love!

I want wish everyone a very happy Holiday Season!

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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Guest Blog: A gift for Adam by Adriana Kraft

I'd like to welcome Adriana Kraft to my blog. She's offering us a taste of her erotic holiday romp, A Gift for Adam (a re-release with new edits)!

Sensible Evie, devilish Adam and a Christmas package mix-up in a hilarious holiday romp!

Extasy Books: Re-released December 15, 2014, with new edits
Erotic Romance Novella, 14,000 words
E-Book: ISBN: 978-1-4874-0149-8
Heat rating: four flames (Explicit sex, M/F; toys; anal play)
Cover by Carmen Waters

Home and Garden assistant manager Evie Strand has painstakingly embroidered a set of seven thongs as a gag gift for her best friend—only she brought the wrong box to the store Christmas party, and now Adam Grant from Automotive is holding them up for everyone to see: Kiss my..., Tight Fit—could things get any worse? Adam may seem like a total rake, but he can tell Evie’s deeply embarrassed and he resolves to make it up to her. Who knew where a simple dinner date would lead?


Mortified, Evie Strand looked on in horror at the office Christmas party careening out of control. Her fellow employees stared at her in amazement. Some snickered. Some couldn’t remain silent.
What a hoot,” Leslie whispered from the seat next to her. “You put old Adam in his place.”
Evie shook her head and swallowed hard, willing herself to be anywhere but in this room. Adam Grant’s dark eyes snapped, mocking her. Did he really think she’d given him that package on purpose? It was meant for Christie, her closest friend. That package wasn’t even supposed to come to the office party. Christie didn’t work for the store.
How could she be such an idiot? She’d wrapped so many Christmas presents late last night. It had never occurred to her that the two packages looked so similar on the outside.
To her dismay, she’d drawn Adam Grant’s name for the annual gift exchange. She hadn’t given it much thought once she’d decided to give him a tie.
Evie blinked as he rummaged through his gift. “No,” she muttered softly, when he held up a second thong. This one, like the last, had hand-stitched lettering.
She should know. She’d painstakingly hand-lettered seven thongs for Christie. They were supposed to be a joke. Christie would probably never actually wear any of them, but they’d both gone out of their way over the past six seasons to surprise each other with something outlandishly sexy. Maybe she’d gone over the top this year.
Adam held up the pink Tuesday thong. He could hardly read it aloud for breaking up with laughter. Tuesday: Wish you were…A question mark below the lettering left little room for confusion about the intent—it would nestle comfortably over the wearer’s mound.
More hoots and hollers followed. The powder-blue Monday thong had been more shocking, probably because it was the first one Adam had held up, or maybe because it said Don’t Dribble across the front.
Evie pushed her chair back from the long banquet table where she sat with her fellow Grafton Department Store employees. Leslie grabbed her wrist. “Don’t let him get the best of you. Mistakes happen. At least half the people here think you did this on purpose to get the rake’s goat. If you leave, they’ll know you screwed up.”
Evie gulped and nodded at her department manager. She drew in a deep breath. “All right.”
She glanced back at Adam in time to see him holding up the yellow Wednesday thong: Kiss My…with a broken arrow pointing suggestively toward the backside.


Award-winning author Adriana Kraft is really two people, a husband-wife team writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. With backgrounds in criminology and counseling, they combine their expertise in the criminal mind, trauma, healing and human nature with a passion for robust sexuality and life-long vitality. Together they have published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Long and Short Reviews: “scorching hot…refreshing...something to read when you want straight up hotness.” Romance Junkies: “filled with warmth, blazing hot sex, well-developed characters…not for the faint of heart.”  Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.


Thank you for stopping by Adriana! Happy Reading!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Guest Blog: Lisa Carlisle's Dark Muse

I'd like to welcome Lisa Carlisle to the blog today! She's celebrating the release of her latest book, Dark Muse, part of the Chateau Seductions Series! She's offering us a delicious excerpt!


It takes time before Gina Meiro warms up to people and her shyness is often misunderstood. She hasn’t had to worry about meeting new people at a remote art colony until a new resident arrives—a rock guitarist more suited for a billboard. Her carefree days of painting at the medieval-styled castle on a remote New England island are shattered when she stumbles right into his welcome gathering.

After a falling out with his band, Dante Riani wants nothing more at Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island than solitude to work on new songs. When a shy young painter asks to paint him at sunset, he’s tempted by the opportunity to be alone with her.

Someone at the colony claims to know what Dante is and asks for his help. Dante fears his plans are coming undone, especially as grows more drawn to Gina. Her scent and vulnerability are too difficult to resist. But he must stay away from her—she would never understand his secret.


     Gina bit her lip, building up the courage to speak her mind. “Actually, I was thinking something,” she confessed.

     “Go on.”

     “It may sound weird, and feel free to say no if it is.”

     Dante’s eyes widened. “Something kinky?” he teased.

     “No,” she swatted his arm. “Nothing like that.”

     “How disappointing. So what’s on your mind?”

     “I noticed you when I was inside the castle.” She left out the part about how long and how many days she had done this. “The silhouette of you playing guitar against the sunset is a perfect juxtaposition. Dark against light. The color contrast. The musician playing into the sunset. Brilliant.”

     “Hmm.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m wondering where this is going.”

   “Would you mind if I painted you one day?”

     A smile crept from the corner of his decadent lips. “You don’t paint people often.”

     She raised her chin. “I make exceptions when I see something worth painting.” Was she flirting? Time to shut the hell up. Heat rose in from her chest up to her cheeks. Always one to throw an awkward statement, she added, “Nobody would have to know it was you,” she added. “I’d hide your face.”

      “You don’t like my face?” The hint of a smile developed into a full blown smirk.

     “No!” She protested. “I do.” Shut up, Gina. You’re making it worse. “I meant for your privacy.”

     “So you do like my face?” He grinned.

     “I’m a p-painter,” she stammered. “I’m looking at this strictly as an artist not letting an opportunity slip her by.”

     “So it’s for art, eh?” His eyes twinkled with amusement.

      She nodded. This was a better move than trying to speak.

     “I’ll think about it. Had plenty of photo shoots with the band, but never a painting. That’s kind of cool.” He stood up, picked up his guitar, and took a few steps toward the castle. Then he stopped and turned back. “I’d be careful about watching me too closely.”

     “Why?” She smiled to match the sassy tone in her voice.

     The smirk that had lingered on his face dropped away, replaced by a serious expression. “You might not like what you see.”

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About Lisa Carlisle:

Lisa Carlisle is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance and suspense. She loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent, caring heroines. Her romances have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Reviews and All Romance Ebooks. When she was younger, she worked at a variety of jobs in various countries. She backpacked alone through Europe and lived in Paris before returning to the U.S. and draws on her travels for inspiration for settings. Lisa also owned a bookstore for a few years as she loves to read. She’s now married with two kids, has a cat and many fish.

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Twitter: - @lisacbooks

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Thank you for stopping by, Lisa!
Happy Reading!