Sunday, November 23, 2014

Guest Blog: Perilous Play by Suz deMello from #WTRAFSOG (#BDSM #memoir @fetlife @MFRW_ORG)

Hi, Suz deMello is stopping by the blog today to promo her new release in the What to Read after Fifty Shades of Grey boxed set.  So read on for a delicious excerpt and check out the boxed set. Welcome, Suz deMello!

I’m so delighted to be a part of the eighth What to Read After Fifty Shades of Grey boxed set, which includes squirm-inducing, edgy erotic fiction. My fictionalized memoir is part of this set.

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One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go. 


He hooded me and draped me over a hassock in the living room. The fire was blazing; though I wasn’t drunk, I was pleasantly mellow and immediately became aroused by the position. I love being taken on my hands and knees, and the hassock was even better, because it supported my weight. I just lay there and relaxed.

Then he wrapped cuffs around to my wrists and ankles, hogtied me and gagged me.

And did I mention I was naked?

I don’t remember everything that went on. That’s the funny thing about such intense sex. It’s completely mind-bending. With perspective and research, I now know that the intensity of the sex releases oxytocin, a “feel-good” hormone that has amnesiac properties. It contributes to forgetfulness.

Unfortunately, another effect of oxytocin is bonding—in fact, it’s referred to as “the bonding hormone.” Though I did not know it and certainly didn’t consent, I was involuntarily becoming bonded to Trapper Hart.

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About Suz deMello:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms as Totally Bound and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.


A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

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Thanks so much for stopping by Suz!  Happy Reading!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

A sample of the bears #excerpt

Hiya, it's been a little while since I posted a sample so I wanted to share a short snippet of The Bears, one of my active WIP.

Chloe eased a little closer. The big brown skinned man took a deep breath and straightened slowly. Bright green eyes fastened on her. As soon as she got within reach, his hands clasped her arms and pulled her close. His arms wrapped around and his body bent forward a little. His cheek nuzzled against her hair. 

She drew in a shaky breath. The man could change into a bear in a moment and rip her apart. Dixie wouldn’t be able to stop him in time. Luckily, his thoughts seemed far away from hurting her.
One hand slid down her back to her buttocks. It swept over the rounded curve, cupping and squeezing. She pressed her hands against his chest, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hands slipped down and pressed insistently trying to slip between her thighs. If he hadn’t been drugged, he wouldn’t have any problem with it, but his hand was still palm up, cupping her buttocks. He had a large hand that wouldn’t fit that way without some cooperation.

“Dixie, your uncle is getting kind of gropy.” She tried to look around the man’s wide shoulders at her friend.

Hope you enjoyed!

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Sunday, November 09, 2014

Sunday Night Check in

Well, hi and sorry for the absence. At the moment, I'm busily writing on a few stories, reworking on another and doing some research on short story. Mostly character development in that form, because as I've recently learned it's a little different than letting characters grow in a 90k novel. I am looking for any of your favorite short story resources if you're willing to share.

I am excited about a new short story I'm beginning work on. Yeah, even I knew I couldn't stick to having only two active WIP, the bears and a future/sci fi menage. The short is a M/F fantasy set in a world a lot like ours, so familiar, but different and with a lot of problems I'm glad we don't have. The characters in the short are interesting and I'm trying to focus on them, but I can see so much potential beyond this short for more, longer books. I have to keep reminding myself to focus. First the short, then we can explore.

Happy Reading!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Guest Blog: Knights of Stone by Lisa Carlisle

Lisa Carlisle is stopping by today to give us a taste of her latest release. Welcome, Lisa!

Knights of Stone

Highland Gargoyles 1

Gargoyles, tree witches, and wolf shifters have divided the Isle of Stone after a great battle twenty-five years ago. When Kayla, a tree witch, hears about the unconventional rock concerts in the gargoyle’s territory, she sneaks from her coven and into their territory to see for herself. Night after night, she returns to see one in particular shift into human form and play guitar at these unconventional shows.

For several nights, Mason has kept watch for the pixie-like female. He plans to seduce her, thinking she’s a visitor from another island. When he discovers she’s one of the tree witches, he retreats, attempting to keep his distance. The temptation is strong, but forbidden.

Kayla and Mason attempt to meet in secret, but other elements on the isle command their attention. A magical cloak created by the three clans on the island is thinning, leading to repercussions for all the clans. Kayla and Mason are caught in the middle of it, and their actions may change the fate for all.

This novella was originally released as part of the USA Today bestselling Highland Shifters paranormal romance boxed set.


The crowd pushed Kayla closer to the stage as the last trails of fiery sunset faded. They knew what happened once darkness fell. She recovered her footing and focused again on the five life-sized stone gargoyles perched on pedestals on the perimeter of the stage. The space between them was set with instruments—guitars, a drum set, mic stands, and massive amplifiers, while a bonfire in a pit behind them cast the statues in a warm glow.

A stagehand with tartan draped over one shoulder climbed onto the stage and walked to the closest statue. He fastened the kilt over its shoulder and around its waist with a thick belt, covering the statue’s massive thighs. Kayla flushed, picturing why the coverings were necessary once the transformation began. The kilt had become a key detail in her fantasies about the guitarist, since it was the only clothing he wore. The stagehand continued dressing each statue with the same brilliant blue tartan worn by the gargoyle clan.

The last vestige of sunlight disappeared from the sky, and night draped the stage like a closing curtain. The statues loomed, dark silhouettes barely discernible by the crescent moon with the backdrop of the craggy cliffs and the rugged peaks of waves in the Atlantic Ocean behind them. The murmur of voices was replaced by silence. Waiting…

Five torches blazed on the stage all at once, lit by an unseen force. The audience erupted in cheers as the dancing lights from the flickering fire basked the statues. The flames lowered, casting the gargoyles in an eerie, almost reverent glow.

Movement. So slight, Kayla wondered if it was simply a play of light and shadows in her anticipation for the change. She fixed her gaze on the statue in front of her, the one she’d gravitated to each time she’d had sneaked out to see the show. Its massive gray form stood straight on two legs built for sturdiness. Its chest jutted out proudly. Gray wings with detailed feathers etched in the stone arched from a point below its shoulder blades. Eyes cast straight ahead on a face that appeared to be a mixture of canine and lion. Its right hand twitched, so slightly she would have missed it if she hadn’t stared so intently. Then a clawed foot inched forward.

Murmurs of astonishment burst from the crowd as the transformation began. Their cries of fervor grew louder as the monstrous statues transformed into taller, slimmer figures with the bronzed skin of warriors who battled under the midday sun. The tartan fabric fell over their thighs as they stood erect, covering their nudity.

Kayla barely blinked, mesmerized as always, as the statue before her stood to full height, taking on the form of a human male, but with beautiful raven wings. Hair just as black snaked rebelliously past his chin. The stony eyes flickered with animation, turning to a mossy green. His deep gaze seared the audience, seeming to burn anything in the path. When he found Kayla, he stopped. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his unblinking eyes made her swallow. She froze under the scrutiny as if hypnotized, unable to break eye contact. Her stomach lurched, heart pounded, and every muscle in her body tightened, fueled with blood now scorching through her veins. His penetrating appraisal affected her so. When his eyes took on a smoldering glint, her skin tingled and a red-hot awareness grew between her thighs.

He broke the stare and continued to assess the audience. She gasped, not realizing she had been holding her breath, and panted while she tried to breathe at a normal rate.

He turned on robust legs and strode to a guitar stand. She tore her eyes from him to note the other gargoyles. They, too, had shifted into the form of striking males. One had black hair draped further down his back, one had long blond hair, and two had reddish-brown hair—one wavy and shaggy, the other straight. They took their place at other instruments. She sought the guitarist again and caught the first sound of the pick striking the strings. On hearing the guitar projected through the amp, the crowd roared again, pressing Kayla forward.

The freak show was about to begin.

Spotlights flooded the musicians, powered by solar panels near a massive amplifier. The guitarist continued playing and the others joined in, playing a raucous crossover between hard rock and heavy metal. The one with long blond hair grabbed hold of the microphone and belted out a shattering cry that sounded like a call to battle. The crowd went pin drop silent to listen and then cheered in unison as the band played on. The front man sang piercing growls and low croons about the Knights in Stone, the protectors of the ancient forests, battling against the evil tree witches.

Kayla’s coven. 

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Lisa Carlisle is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance and suspense. She loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent, caring heroines.  Her travels have provided her with inspiration for various settings in her novels, including deployments while she served in the Marines. She lived in Parris Island, the California desert, and Okinawa, Japan. She also backpacked alone through Europe, and lived in Paris, France, as an au pair before returning to the U.S. and buying a book store. She now lives and works in New England with her husband, two children, a cat, and many fish.

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Monday, October 20, 2014

I might be plotting

I think I might be becoming a . . . plotter. Gulp. Kinda scary when I think about it. Does this mean I'm going to start writing a synopsis before I write the book. Probably not. Seriously, though, the book I've been working on has been taking me in a few different directions. I don't know if this change is something permanent or merely something that I need for this story at this time.

Or maybe it's aliens. (Sorry the saying just flashed through my head and I had to get it out, blame the gif I saw with those two words on it.)

For a while now, I've been plotting to keep short stories from ballooning into full novels. This story isn't meant to be short and it won't be if the number of points I've hit on the plot is any indication. I found myself sort of stymied and stagnant for a couple of days and thinking about how I didn't know what was going to happen in the story. (As an aside, I realize this could be a reaction to some stress I've been under lately. If it is, once the stress subsides I should be back to my happily pantsing ways on my longer stories.)

I have tried plotting out longer stories before. It tends to go better for me if it's just a few points ahead of wherever I'm at in the book and kept fairly vague. If I plot from beginning to end, the story either languishes unfinished or I find mid writing the story has changed and the points I have for it don't fit after a certain point. I have one story that I plotted from beginning to end still sitting unfinished. I really don't know what's keeping me from writing it, but it sits there mocking me with its numbered outline of scene points.

This story, putting down a few scenes ahead wasn't enough. I felt compelled to map it out from beginning to end. (I use notecards when I plot out a book so can move the points around to the way that 'feels' right.) Once I did, I was able to sit and start writing again.

So if I start whining about needing a chocolate fix, I might be having a few problems. Time to get writing.

Happy Reading!

Friday, October 10, 2014

Guest Blog: Mist Unveiled by Nancy Corrigan

I'd like to welcome Nancy Corrigan to my blog today and I'm happy to be part of her new release blitz for Mist Unveiled.

Mist Unveiled
Nancy Corrigan

Elemental Desire, Book 1
Cat has one love in her life—science. Facts rule her, not passion. At least it doesn’t until an unknown deadly virus claims her sister’s life. Cat’s quest for answers takes her to Greenland and drops her into the arms of the one man who sways her devotion from logic to passion. Rune stirs her lusts, ignites her desires and fuels her carnal cravings, but he isn’t simply a lover, nor is he human. He’s a weapon, one that has the potential to save or destroy her.
Rune, a child of the mist, awakens into a world hovering on the verge of destruction. Rising temperatures have released his enemies from their frozen prison without his knowledge. He searches for them but finds Cat, a human with the power to save him and the world. He hungers for her—blood, body and soul. Every moment of shared passion convinces him of the truth—she’s his greatest treasure, one he’ll die to keep.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


She’d noticed he only answered the questions she posed, nothing more. She supposed many people would be annoyed with him for it. Part of her was too. The rest of her appreciated the silence he offered. She had to admit, though, she was interested.

“What did you do in Iceland?”

He mapped her face before focusing on her eyes. “Security.”

She chuckled at the one word answer. Yesterday, she would’ve been content with it because really, did she need more than that? Despite her attraction to him, Rune was a stranger who would pass through her life. In a few days, she’d leave Greenland and him behind. Her curiosity demanded more, however. A few details would be nice to add to her memory of him.

“As a guard?”

He gave her a single nod.

“Of what?”

He skimmed his finger down her throat, but thankfully dropped his hand before she combusted from the simple touch. “Important people and their possessions.”

“And what do you do here in Upernavik?”

He took her hand and rubbed his thumb over her palm, heating her chilled skin. “The same, but you are my sole responsibility now.” His gaze locked to hers. “And you are the most valuable person I’ve ever been responsible for.”

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Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take her readers on a passionate, emotional and romantic journey.
She’s also a mother of three and a wife to a very patient husband who doesn’t mind reminding her to eat and sleep. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

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