Showing posts with label erotic romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic romance. Show all posts

Bound to be Re-Released at 99 cents

If you've been following my posts, you know that I've gotten my rights back to several erotic romances that had been released by a couple of my publishers who have since closed their doors. I'm in the process of designing new covers and formatting them for re-release. The first one was A Taste of Honey and you can read about it here if you missed it.

The next re-release, Bound by Design, was my best-selling title. I was thrilled when it was selected to be one of three novellas to be part of Binding Ties, a Samhain print anthology, as well as released on its own as an e-book. If you didn't catch it the first time around and you like sexy and emotional romances with bondage, spanking and power exchange, you might want to get it now at only 99 cents!


Blurb:

Jenn spends her days crafting custom-designed slave jewelry, but she’s vowed to never wear a collar again. When she meets Scott, an architect with a dominant side, she’s forced to confront her submissive needs. They are both healing from past mistakes and must learn how to design a new relationship with the help of ropes and chains and a whole lot of trust.

Excerpt:

“I’m attracted to you, Jenn. You may have guessed I have a great interest in bondage myself. In domination and submission. I’m interested in seeing where this night might take us.” He caught her gaze and she felt drawn into his presence. “So I have to ask you. Do we continue or do we end this now?”

Did she want to see where this night would go? Her body voted yes. After all, her best friend vouched for him. And she liked him already. He had a sense of humor. He was as sexy as the devil. He knew her secret weakness.

Or should she get the hell out before she got in too deep? Because, already, she could imagine getting in deep with this guy.

She could barely breathe. “I don’t know.” Jenn winced at the cry in her voice. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I wasn’t expecting anything like this tonight. I…I’m turned on, yes, but I don’t know if I’m ready…if I want to…”

He covered her hand with his. “Why don’t you tell me about your experience with bondage?” He slid his hand up and shackled her wrist with his fingers again. “Was it so terrible that you resist it even when your body craves the binding?”

She looked away from him, staring into the shadows surrounding them. She did crave it. The security of the bondage. The freedom of letting go of the control she normally held onto with an iron grip. But she didn’t want to lose herself like she did before. Could she bring herself to admit her experiences with Rob?

He cupped her chin and turned her face so he could study her. “Talk to me, Jenn. What are you afraid of?”

“Losing myself,” she blurted.

“No, you should never be afraid of losing yourself. You’ll find yourself, Jenn, if you surrender to your needs.”

She shrugged and looked down at her hands clenched in her lap.

“What happened?” He stroked her hair, soothing her nerves. “Was it recent?” His voice hardened. 

“Did someone around here treat you badly?”

“No. It was back in college.”

He cursed. “A boy playing at being a Dom?”

“I guess. But then I guess I was playing at being a sub.” Neither one of them had really known what they were doing. But when it was right, it had been amazing.

“I’m sorry you didn’t have a good experience.” He kissed her softly. “So basically your body responded even though he didn’t treat you right?”

“He didn’t always treat me badly,” she said, but she shivered as she remembered being tied up and left for hours while he got drunk with his buddies. “I think the power trip got to him.”

“A Dom’s first consideration always should be his sub,” Scott told her. He grasped her shoulders with his strong hands. “I want to show you the way it should be. Let me show you how good it can be, Jenn. Give me the weekend.”

“The weekend?” Was he crazy? “I honestly don’t know if I want to try bondage again, not even tonight.” Although if her body had any say, they’d definitely be having sex tonight, and she probably wouldn’t complain if there were ropes involved.

“I can smell your arousal, Jenn. I know your body is aching for a taste of bondage again.” He ran his hand up her thigh, dragging the skirt of her dress up with it. “Let me show you the way a Master should treat his slave.”

Jenn licked her lips and couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Did she want to be his slave, even for one night?

“Let’s try something,” he said softly, seductively. “If you don’t like it, I’ll walk away from you and never bother you again.” He leaned over her and took one wrist in each hand. “Put your hands behind your back and grasp the slats.”

She nodded and leaned forward slightly to let him guide her hands behind her. He curled her fingers around the wood. “Now close your eyes.”

Jenn glanced around them and didn’t see anyone else nearby. Darkness was falling around them. She looked up at Scott, he was already difficult to see except for that white shirt. What would it matter if she closed her eyes?

“Jenn,” he said in a tone that told her he didn’t like to repeat himself. “Close your eyes.”

She closed her eyes and held on tight.

Bound by Design is available now for only 99 cents!
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A Cowboy and a Lady





Over the next few weeks, I will be releasing several erotic romance titles that had been previously released through Ellora's Cave and Samhain Publishing, both of which have closed their doors. I've gotten the rights back to all of them and have been designing new covers and formatting them for re-release.

A Taste of Honey had been included in a Caveman anthology, Seasons of Seduction IV, back in 2007. Ten years ago! But this title was never released on its own. So now it's almost like a new release!

Blurb:

The cowboy and the lady

Cowboy Jake Manning is nursing a beer and a heart that’s been stomped into a million pieces when classy Shauna Montgomery asks him to dance. Jake knows better than to get involved with another sweet-smellin’ woman, but what the hell, it’s just a dance.


Shaunna had been planning a little revenge against the boyfriend who dumped her but the steamy dance floor seduction leaves both her and Jake hot and hurting. They end up at Jake’s place for a lesson in power, control and passion.  But they’ll have to get past their differences to learn to trust again.


Excerpt:

Shauna Montgomery wasn’t thinking about the fact that she was in the middle of a crowded dance floor as she sucked face with the sexiest cowboy on the face of the earth. She wasn’t thinking of that bastard Bobby and how she hoped his eyes were popping out of his head right about now.

She couldn’t think at all.

Her body was awash with sensations. The raw, musky scent of his skin. The heat of his body wrapped around her. The hardness of his arousal as it rubbed against the zipper of her jeans. The taste of beer and something else, something primal, as they tangled tongues.

She should have been embarrassed. She should have been horrified that she was rubbing her body up against a perfect stranger. In public yet. Letting his hands roam all over her. Wanting his hands on her.
The sensible switch in her brain must have been turned off. Her body was in control now.  She moaned and pressed even harder against him. Who was she kidding? No part of her was in control, she was simply reacting. Her body throbbed with desire. Her panties were wet. Her nipples prickled with need.

His cream-colored shirt was soft as she gathered the fabric in her fists. She wanted to pull him closer. Wanted to crawl inside him. What was it about this cowboy that made her feel more intensely than she ever had before?

They weren’t even pretending to be dancing anymore. His lips were bruising as they captured her mouth, feeding on her, drinking her in. His hands tangled with her hair and held her head in place. She grasped his muscular upper arms and held on tight.

Gradually, the kissing gentled. She wanted to cry when he slid his tongue out of her mouth, leaving it empty. He lightly brushed his lips over hers and she felt the smile that lifted his lips.

“You think that did the trick?”

“What?” The kiss really had turned her brain to mush.  She struggled to focus on his words. “What trick?”

His dark eyes sparkled with amusement. He probably thought it was funny that he’d kissed her senseless. No, not senseless. Her senses were on overload. Brainless. That’s what she was now. 

“Did we teach the jerk a lesson?”

The jerk? Oh. Bobby. She just nodded and stared at that lean, rugged face. Laugh lines were etched into his tan skin. What kind of idiot woman would dump this handsome cowboy?

He turned his head and the soft, brown cowboy hat shaded his face. Damn. “Looks like the band’s taking a break.”

Her brain started working again. The music wasn’t throbbing through the speakers any longer and the other dancers had returned to their seats, but they were still in a clinch in the middle of the dance floor. And somehow she’d ended up straddling one of his thighs. Now she felt a warm blush creep over her face. She slowly peeled herself away from him even as her body whimpered at the loss.
Through the buzz of arousal still running through her, she felt a burst of triumph. She didn’t have to look at Bobby to know he’d watched every stroke, every touch, every pulse of their bodies on the dance floor. She hoped he was hard and hurting and regretting the fact that he’d tossed her aside with complaints like she was too bossy and spoiled and lacking in sex appeal.

Ha. After one dance with the cowboy, she could tell Bobby a few things in which he was lacking.

Things this cowboy definitely wasn’t lacking. The guy had come to her rescue like a knight in faded denim. He’d held her in his arms as if she was something special. And acted as if she had tons of sex appeal.

Acted.

That’s right. Shauna couldn’t forget that this was all an act. Make believe. Put on for Bobby’s benefit. The cowboy was probably anxious to get rid of her now. She’d be sorry to see him walk away from her, but he’d done more than his part.

Shauna took a deep breath and pasted a wide smile on her face. “Thanks for the dance, cowboy.”

A Taste of Honey is only 99 cents and available now!

I'll be posting each title here as it re-releases, so check back here or like my Facebook page to get updates if you enjoy steamy romances. 




Another New Cover- Silken Canvas

If you've been following my posts here, you know that two of my publishers have closed their doors and I've received the right back to all my titles. I'm in the process of getting them ready to re-release and part of that process is getting new covers. And part of THAT process, was learning how to design covers myself.

If you like your romances on the steamy but still emotional side, and you didn't read it while it was available from Samhain, I'd like to recommend Silken Canvas.

Brendan Cole burst onto the art scene in a blaze, creating amazing works of art from beautiful women. Recently, though, reviews suggest that his brilliance is burning out. The tortured artist arranges a meeting with his ex-lover and muse, who’d walked out on him years before. He’s certain that they can once again create the breathtaking images that will silence the critics forever.

When Ashley Mancuso runs into Brendan at an art gallery, their attraction is as hot as ever. Though she swore to never again take second place to his art, she finds herself agreeing to an impromptu photo shoot. Once in front of his lens, five long years of suppressing her kinky side melts away—and shakes her resolve to keep it strictly business.

One spellbinding session after another makes it impossible to resist talking of fantasies and long-buried desires. But when pain and pleasure get all mixed up with reality, the fears and insecurities that drove them apart create a rift wide enough for danger to find its way in…

Here's the new cover:



And the new buy links :
Amazon   Other vendors

I have to admit this is one of my favorite titles (just don't tell my other books - they all think they're my favorite! lol)

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com



Happy Thanksgiving!

I can't believe it's that time of year again! How did November get here so quickly? But I'm thrilled. I get to cook, which I love to do, and spend time with family, which I never get enough time to do. Also, I get to start planning for one of my favorite holidays...Christmas!

I don't want to detract from Thanksgiving in any way, because it's a wonderful time for me and my family. However, I can't resist the opportunity to post something about my Christmas romance, A Sense of Duty. I wrote it under another pen name, and it was originally an erotic romance. However, I went back and revised it for my new publisher and now it's more of just a sweet romance about a returning vet and the woman who captured his heart from her first e-mail. I wrote this one for my mother, who always believed in romance and in the idea that people who are meant to be together will be. It's a story about faith more than anything, and I think that faith is one of the most important elements of the coming holiday season. Here's a brief description:

"Struggling single mom Heidi Gentry and ex-soldier Rick Goodall are two people who always try to do the right thing, even at their own expense. When Wendy, Heidi’s best friend since high school, asks her to start writing her older brother Rick while he serves in Iraq, Heidi is stunned to find herself falling for a man she barely remembers, especially one who’s married. She immediately decides she is still on the rebound from her divorce and cuts off communication. However, Christmas often brings surprises, and a chance encounter at the local mall convinces Rick, back from Iraq and divorced, he has to find out where he stands with the woman who captured his heart with her very first e-mail. With his sister's help, they devise a wacky plan to help everyone get what they want for Christmas this year, even if he has to go undercover to do it."

I hope everyone has a wonderful, peaceful Thanksgiving. I wish you all the best for a wonderful holiday and can't wait to blog as the rest of the season unfolds. Just don't forget to make some time for that very special passion we all share--reading. :)

Happy Reading!

New release: The Disciplinarian’s Daughter

I’m thrilled to announce that my erotic Victorian romance, The Disciplinarian’s Daughter, is part of the new Secrets Volume 31: Fantasies Fulfilled anthology released by Red Sage Publishing.


Here’s the blurb:

Only virgins need apply…

In sexually-repressed Victorian England, Dr. Trevor Markham is determined to prove that the condition known as ‘female hysteria’ is simply a woman’s sexual frustration. But when innocent Amelia Ashworth responds to his ad for a scientific study of virgins, Trevor’s sexual experiments produce results neither of their hearts expect.

A little background on the story:

Victorian England was a very sexually-repressed age. At one time, even table legs needed to be covered, lest they remind the male species of women’s legs! And a glimpse of an actual female ankle beneath a woman’s gown was considered scandalous.

Needless to say, female sexual satisfaction was a very low priority during this time. Sexual frustration among women – the irritability, short-temperedness, difficulty sleeping, and other symptoms that can result – was considered to be a medical condition which doctors called ‘female hysteria.’ In my story, doctor Trevor Markham recognizes hysteria for what it truly is, and sets out on a noble experiment to discover the toys and techniques women could use to satisfy themselves if their husbands neglected or ignored this marital responsibility. He just didn’t count on innocent Amelia Ashworth being the lady who responded to his ad for a virgin volunteer…  

In real life, toward the end of the Victorian era – and with help from the advent of electricity – Dr. Joseph Mortimer Granville patented the first electromechanical vibrator around 1880. And women have been thanking him ever since! 

I hope you’ll enjoy The Disciplinarian’s Daughter, which is the much-asked-for sequel to my story, The Disciplinarian, in Secrets, Volume 15.

Until next month,
Leigh




Voluptuous Pin-Up Girl


vo·lup·tu·ous [vuh-luhp-choo-uhs]

adjective
1. full of, characterized by, or ministering to indulgence in luxury, pleasure, and sensuous enjoyment: a voluptuous life.
2. derived from gratification of the senses: voluptuous pleasure.
3. directed toward or concerned with sensuous enjoyment or sensual pleasure: voluptuous desires.
4. sensuously pleasing or delightful: voluptuous beauty.
From dictionary.com

Is there a better word for full-of-sexiness? I don't think so! My Curve Appeal story from Ellora's Cave is titled Voluptuous and it released last Friday. Meredith is a curvy girl and I had a lot of fun researching plus-sized models and other voluptuous images while I was writing the story. I came across this article and I loved these pictures so much I wanted to share it with our Fierce Romance readers.

America's Forgotten Pin-Up Girl

What do you think? Isn't Hilda one of the best pin-up girls you've ever seen?

Oh, and a little heads-up for our Fierce Romance readers. This Thursday is my birthday and I just may have a little surprise contest over on my Facebook page. If you haven't "liked" my author page yet, you still have time.

Natasha
Voluptuous - available now
Her Royal Romance - Oct 2013
Silken Canvas - print coming Nov 2013
Playing for Real - coming Feb 2014
www.natashamoore.com







Guest: Lexi Post & Masque


I was thrilled when I heard the news that Lexi Post, a very talented writer who took my classes, sold her first book! Please help me in welcoming Lexi!

Lexi Post spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about classical literature. From the Medieval work "The Pearl" to the 20th century American epic The Grapes of Wrath, from War and Peace to the Bhagavad Gita, she's read, studied, and taught great classic literature.

But Lexi's first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it.  Lexi feels there is no end to the romantic inspiration she can find in great classic literature.
Lexi lives with her husband and cat in the Caribbean where gorgeous sunsets, warm weather, and driving on the left are the norm.

 Q: I'm so glad you're here with us today, Lexi, and I love your hot cover. Please tell us about Masque.
A:  Absolutely! Here it is in a nutshell J
Rena Mills plans to turn an abandoned abbey into a haunted bed-and-breakfast to prove she can be successful without her ex-fiancé. What she finds inside is Synn MacAllistair, the distinguished, self-proclaimed Ghost Keeper. Her dreams soon fill with sexual cravings for him. But are they dreams?
Synn, born in 1828, is determined to free the souls of the resident spirits, blaming himself for bringing the Red Death that killed them. When Rena steps into the old Pleasure Palace, he’s sure he can take her through the after-midnight Pleasure Rooms and stoke her passion to complete the Masque so the souls can cross over. Her innocent fire makes him crave more, but it’s far too late for him.
As Rena begins her erotic journey, her heart becomes more involved with every sensual caress until she discovers by completing the Masque she would lose her ghosts. Synn’s betrayal wars with her compassion for her ghostly friends. Torn, she must make a choice between her financial security and freeing seventy-three trapped souls. Either way, she could lose her Synn.
Q: Sounds unique and fascinating! What inspired this story?
A:  Thank you for asking. Since I write erotic romance inspired by the classics, it is easy to pinpoint my inspiration for this story because it was Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “The Masque of the Red Death” which was published in 1842. That’s why I called my book MASQUE J
Q: Very cool! What is the story behind the story?
A: In Poe's story, Prince Prospero seeks to escape the Red Death by gathering his aristocratic friends and sealing them off from the rest of the town in a great abbey, leaving his other subjects to live or die as fate decrees. On the night of the prince's Masque, which is held in his seven colored entertainment rooms, when the great clock in the Black Room strikes midnight, a figure enters the party in a mask resembling a victim of the Red Death. When the Prince attempts to kill the intruder for such audacity as to remind them all of the sad state of affairs outside, the prince falls dead, as does everyone else in the abbey, and the clock ceases.
But what if the intruder had been a friend who hoped to sway the prince to do what was right by his people, only to have everything go wrong?
Q: What do you enjoy most about writing?
A: I have to admit that I love each stage in the writing process.  I love the creation in my brain, the joy of getting the story “dumped” into the computer, and the revising according to my own story editor.  What I like about revising after my critique partner goes through it is the challenge of taking her good suggestions and  incorporating them.  Those little moments of triumph can be addictive. When it comes to polishing, basically cleaning up pathetic sentence structure or misplaced modifiers, I enjoy finding just the right fix, much like someone enjoys finding the right word in a crossword puzzle. Then the marketing is another whole creative process which mixes well with my very organized, business-like side, so the other part of my brain gets some attention. As for how I feel after publication, I’m just now finding out and I have to say it is like a runner’s high. I hope I get to experience this many times over J
Q: I'm sure you will! Which element of this story was the hardest for you?
A:  The black moment was the hardest part of the story for me. Actually, it is the hardest part for me to write with any of my stories. I have a difficult time torturing my characters, just ask my critique partner and my agent. In MASQUE the set-up wasn’t hard as Synn is driven to free the souls of his ghostly friends, but when Rena discovered his betrayal, I wanted to cry for both of them. Writing that pivotal scene wiped me out.
Q: Please describe your journey to publication.
A:  It has been four years of serious writing and four manuscripts, though I’m revising my 5th now and the 6th is in the “percolating” stage J I wrote one Medieval Scottish romance and one paranormal romance. Then I discovered erotic romance and after reading a number of them, I knew I just had to try writing one, so I took your class J I also had great advice from some wonderful authors like Jennifer Ashley/Allyson James and Cassie Ryan. Then I wrote one erotic romance. But we all know that getting published is about being in the right place at the right time with the right manuscript.  I have Brenda Novak’s auction to thank for bringing these three pieces together. I won a bid to have dinner with the publisher and an editor from Ellora’s Cave. It was a wonderful evening where I learned a lot about Ellora’s Cave, ebooks, and publishing in general and they learned a little bit about me too.  So when I finished MASQUE which I thought had a strong hook, I sent it in. 
Q: I was so glad you took my class. I enjoyed reading excerpts from your stories and I could tell then you had a great talent for steamy writing. :) What’s next for you?
A: I am currently polishing up my next erotic romance titled, To Bea Rappaccini. It’s inspired by Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “Rappaccini’s Daughter,” only my Bea Rappaccini  ( a descendent of the original) must have sex to expel the poisons her body produces. Either that or die. Unfortunately, her poisons also make men extremely ill and she has unintentionally sent one into a coma! So when she falls for Zach, things get interesting J
Q: Would you like to ask readers a question?
A:  Yes. I’d like to know what quality readers like most in their heroes? I have a beautiful Venetian mask made in Italy to go to one lucky commenter.
Wow! What a beautiful mask, Lexi! I will be jealous of whoever wins this! Everyone, please check out this fantastic EXCERPT of Masque!
Rena spun at the deep voice that caressed her senses. Before her stood a woman’s wet dream come to life, though as a respectable woman, she shouldn’t be having wet dreams, or so she’d been informed.
The man looked as if he’d stepped out of a nineteenth-century drawing room, except his coffee-brown hair hung loose about his shoulders. She was pretty sure it should have been tied in a queue to be proper. His entire demeanor projected upper class from his sharp nose and angular clean-shaven chin, to his broad-shouldered stance. A rather tall stance it was too, with one snugly encased leg crossed over the other. But his eyes stupefied her. They appeared gray, ancient, yet flickered with bright shards of blue.
Valerie recovered first, brandishing her tightly held candelabra as she stepped forward. “Who are you and what are you doing in here?”
He straightened and gave them a formal bow. “My name is Synn MacAllistair. That is Synn as in S Y N N. I’m the caretaker of the ghosts.”
Rena took a deep breath. She could feel her cheeks heating as his voice reverberated through her body. Sin fit him. When he moved his gaze from Valerie to herself, his intense scrutiny warmed her. She swallowed. “Uh, I didn’t think anyone lived here.”
His stare held hers captive. “I do.”
Valerie retreated to stand next to her. “Oh really. With a padlock on the outside of the gate?”
He raised his right brow, the look of arrogance worthy of Mr. Darcy. “There is a postern gate.”
Rena racked her brain. She’d heard that word before. Oh yes. “I thought only the owners of a castle knew the secret to that rear exit.”
He raised his brows together. “That is true but I desi—discovered it while following a small boy around the Abbey.”
Valerie crossed her arms. “A small boy?”
“Yes. The children in the neighborhood dare each other to get close to the Abbey. They want to see the ghosts, who are quite harmless to humans.” He gestured to the housekeeper. “Mrs. McMurray here will become more solid as the full moon approaches and will be pleased to help you in any way she can.”
They turned and stared at their ghost, having forgotten her. The older woman nodded vigorously, her white cap covering her gray hair falling to the side. Mrs. McMurray’s plump frame included pudgy arms sprouting from a short-sleeved blouse and a white apron that protected her skirt, but from the knees down, she didn’t exist at all.
Rena’s heart pounded. A real ghost. If what Synn said was true, that the ghosts would become solid, the possibilities for her new venture were endless. Could the ghosts serve breakfast to the guests? How would she pay them? She couldn’t resist asking. “Are you the one who keeps it so clean in here?”
Mrs. McMurray blushed and nodded again. She actually blushed.
Synn clarified. “She and a dozen maids have kept this place clean for centuries in the hopes that someone would come here to live. Do you plan to stay?”
She turned to answer him, but Valerie gave him a disapproving look. “The real estate agent didn’t say anything about anyone living here.”
He sighed, clearly bored. “No, I imagine he didn’t. He is what we refer to as a lickfinger.”
Rena chuckled at the strange word. She couldn’t help it. It sounded backward.
Valerie didn’t find the expression funny. “Well, you need to know, Rena owns this castle now, abbey, whatever you want to call it, and she has the right to throw you out.”
Rena grabbed her arm. “Valerie.” She changed her warning tone to a more pleasant octave as she addressed the sexy man in front of her. “You are of course welcome to stay, Synn. Perhaps you can help us understand the ghosts, the history of the Abbey and anything else that might be helpful.” She smiled encouragingly. She didn’t want him to leave.
He gave her an arrogant nod. “I would be happy to be of service. Perhaps I should start by helping you to bring your personal items upstairs as the footmen will not be solid enough to lift anything for another week.”
Another week? How strange. She didn’t remember seeing anything on television regarding ghosts changing with the moon. “Thank you. That would be perfect.” She could tell Valerie didn’t trust him. She, on the other hand, was thrilled to have him in the Abbey. Anyone who could help her succeed was welcome. The fact that the man was incredibly hot didn’t hurt either.
He nodded once and held his arm out to her. She looked at her friend and shrugged, then looped her arm with his. The second they made contact, a sizzling sensation raced across her skin.
He didn’t move. Did he feel it too? He gazed down at her, his face serious. “Shall we?”
She nodded, her throat having closed at his look. There was something sensual about his lips. They were strong, full and serious and made her want to taste him. Sheesh, hadn’t she learned anything from her failed engagement? She needed to keep her libido under control. Men like Synn wouldn’t appreciate her scandalous thoughts. Besides, who used phrases like “shall we”?

Masque is available at Ellora's Cave, Amazon and will be available at other booksellers soon.

Please visit Lexi online!

websitehttp://www.lexipostbooks.com/             
twitter:   https://twitter.com/LexiPost               


Happy Valentine's Day...Kind Of

Happy Valentine's Day!

I love Valentine's Day and have ever since I was a kid. Even when I wasn't in a relationship, I got into the loving spirit. My family and I enjoyed sharing Valentine's candy (a sweet addiction!) and one of my earliest memories is of my mother and me making Valentines out of paper doilies for the rest of the family. It can be such a lovely holiday, and this year I want to share it with you. :)

In honor of Valentine's Day, my erotic short story, The Snow Job (description below), is now available on for $.99. I will leave it up all weekend to celebrate. It's available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Description: Working undercover, Para Marshall Marina Fareeky thinks her sham wedding day will end with her arresting the groom and most of the wedding guests, which would be a career coup. Just as she’s ready to walk down the aisle, a minion from the Para Marshall’s Office shows up and informs her a treaty with the vampyre clan means there’ll be no raid and no way to avoid her nuptials without exposing herself as a para marshall in a room full of the world's most dangerous paranormal criminals. Aleksi Nicholas, eldest son of the Nicholas vampyre clan, watches his reluctant bride shuffle toward him. He’s waited long enough, and now he intends to claim the heart of the woman who’d rather arrest him than bed him.

Programmed For Pleasure

I’m thrilled to announce I have a new book out called Programmed For Pleasure. This slightly-futuristic erotic romance is my first full-length title! And I’m totally in love with my cover… what do you think?

 

Here’s the premise of the story:

Tau Cetus police agent Jai Turner is being sent undercover as a Beautiful Dolls sex robot in order to bring down the planet’s most notorious arms dealer, Marque Callex. The police have never been able to get close to Callex, and Jai’s assignment is to use her sexual skills to satisfy Marque, and to coax information out of him on his illicit weapons dealings – information that will lead to his conviction.

Notoriously reclusive arms dealer Marque Callex only accepted an invitation from Beautiful Dolls because he needs a little stress relief. With his deadly line of work – and the dangerous secrets he’s keeping – he rarely lets anyone into his life. That’s why a week of free, no-commitment, no-holds-barred sex – in return for giving Beautiful Dolls owner Anson Carron feedback on how his newest model of sexbot performs – is perfect for him.

But neither Jai nor Marque are what they seem, and their week together has consequences neither expect.

A new book is almost like having a baby. You’re incredibly proud of the achievement, but nervous about how it will do once it’s out in the world. So you give it the best foundation you can – a great cover and hopefully a good storyline – and then cross your fingers that it will be successful.

What do you think? Have I created an attention-grabbing cover? Is my premise interesting enough to entice a reader to want to read the story? Are these elements important?

Let me know what you think! I’ll be giving away a free copy of Programmed For Pleasure to one commenter chosen at random J

Jenna
www.jennaives.com

Rome conquers Gaul in 52 B.C. and the rest is history!

Earlier this month, we welcomed Jenna Ives as a new blogger to Fierce Romance. I’m thrilled to say that I’ve joined the FR family as a new blogger, too!

I’m Leigh Court, and I write historical erotic romance, usually set in Victorian England or ancient Rome. I’ve always loved reading historical fiction, and I love writing it just as much!

I have two Victorian romances in Secrets anthologies with Red Sage Publishing (with another one on the way for 2013!) and one Roman epic published by Ellora’s Cave called Conqueror Vanquished.

The teaser is this: What happens when two supposed enemies are forced to look beyond the reason for their hatred? They find an emotion just as strong….love.

And here’s a little background…  In 52 B.C., Rome has just conquered Gaul…

>>Leonidas Danae Vorenus, commander of Rome’s prestigious Sixth legion, is ordered to establish a strategic outpost in Gaul after its surrender to Julius Caesar. But on the way to his new post, Leonidas is wounded in an ambush. Only one person can save his life, and she’s his sworn enemy.

Solange is a healer. She values every life, even if it belongs to one of the hated Romans who’ve just conquered her land. Bound by her duty and now by her new position as a subject of Rome, she is obliged to tend Leonidas.

But the relationship between conqueror and conquered soon evolves into much more. Their forced intimacy ignites an unexpected attraction, and prompts the two enemies to look beyond the reason for their hatred to explore the powerful emotions simmering underneath.<<
 
 
For me, writing about ancient Rome is fascinating. They were such a technologically advanced and self-sufficient people, especially the army.  And since any good historical story needs to be grounded in reality, I did a lot of research for this one. Most of the information I found on ancient Rome is common knowledge, but I did uncover some fascinating, little-known facts:

 -          Roman soldiers baked their own bread to eat while on campaign. Every group of eight soldiers had an iron skillet that folded away in their pack just for that purpose. A soldier's daily grain ration was about 3 ½ pounds, and the army docked their pay for the grain they were given. Imagine if our army leaders charged soldiers for their meals today!

-          Roman soldiers were forbidden to marry, but if they were already married when they enlisted, that was okay. You might think this rule would be a problem for a romance between my unmarried Roman commander, Leonidas, and the woman he loves, but you’ll just have to read CONQUEROR VANQUISHED to see how Leo skirts that particular issue!

-          Most of our system of measurements came from ancient Rome. A Roman foot was 11.65 modern inches, a Roman mile was 5000 Roman feet (compared to our modern 5280 feet),  and a Roman hand (4 inches) is still used today to measure the height of a horse at the shoulders. Fascinating stuff!

-          A typical Roman fort was basically a small, self-sustaining, walled city, with a network of roads that connected several buildings including a house for the Commander, several barracks for the soldiers, stables for horses, a granary, kitchens, a smithy, even a hospital (if needed). With its high rampart walls and wide dirt moats, it was an almost-perfect, defensible stronghold.

-          Since my story is a romance, I also had to research ancient Roman weddings. I was amazed at how many traditions of our modern weddings can be traced back to Roman times! Take the wedding cake, for example. After an ancient Roman ceremony, an offering was made to their main god, Jupiter, which usually consisted of cake. Once the priest had made the offering, this cake was eaten by the bride and groom, and then shared with wedding guests. Many more of our modern wedding traditions come from ancient Roman times, too, including carrying a bride over the threshold!

I enjoyed researching the ancient Roman empire almost as much as I enjoyed writing CONQUEROR VANQUISHED, and you can read an excerpt at: http://www.leighcourt.com/books/conquerorvanquishedexpt.html. This Roman setting is a departure from my previous two Victorian romances, but I’m obviously drawn to the past, when men were noble, and lived for honor.

What about you? Do you prefer modern men or historical men? 

 

 

Guest: Camryn Rhys - Every Time I Think Of You


Camryn Rhys grew up on the border of Canada and the US, and still hasn’t decided which country to call home. She splits her time between the Alberta and Montana Rocky Mountains, with friends and family in both beautiful locations. After running her own restaurant for several years and acquiring advanced degrees in writing, foodie romance seemed the only logical option. When she’s not watching the Food Network, she’s reading a romance novel, or if absolutely necessary, working as a consultant. Someone has to put really excellent food on the table.

Q: Welcome, Camryn! Please tell us about your latest release.
A:  Every Time I Think of You is the story of a woman with a fantasy. When she finally gets to be with Mr. Right, it’s not all she imagined. But little does she know, he’s in the middle of 100 Days of Celibacy, and he might just break that promise for her.
Q: Sounds fantastic! What inspired this story?
A: I went to a basketball game at Madison Square Garden and thought about this character who was a radio host and had a thing for Amare Stoudamire. Voila! Madison Bishop.
Q: What is the story behind the story?
A: Behind the story, Drew Wingate has signed on to do a 100 Days of Celibacy challenge for a major men’s magazine. He’s just about through his time-served when he meets Madison again, but he can’t break his celibacy vow.
Q: I like the idea of a celibacy vow... and breaking it. :) Why do you write romance?
A: I love love-stories. There is nothing better than the narrative of two people falling in love. When I read my first one, as a young girl, I knew this would be my genre forever.
Q: I couldn't agree more. How did your story’s setting impact your plot or characters?
A: Madison Square Garden is a colossal piece of sports history. Any sports fan would be excited about a love story that started there. Or they should be. :)
Q: Absolutely! How do you choose names for your characters?
A: I chose the heroine’s name because of Madison Square Garden. Her father is a Knicks fan from way, way back. From his childhood. So having Maddie fall in love in her namesake was definitely cool to write.
Q: I love that connection. Did you choose the title of your book and if so how did you do it?
A: I did choose the title. Oddly enough, I think I was listening to a song at the time and the opening scene was just so right in line with the lyrics of that song. I wish I could remember which song it was now, but I just remember thinking I should thank Pandora© for the inspiration of that title. :)
Q: I also find music very inspiring. Which element of this story was the hardest for you?
A: The ending, for sure. In fact, my editor ended up helping me significantly with the ending. Once I knew their love story was safe, I just wanted to get out of the way and let them have their HEA, but as always, easier said than done. :)
Q: Please tell us about your other books.
A: I have two erotic foodie romances out right now. The Barn Dance is a western foodie erotic set in Montana, and Off the Record is a f/f foodie erotic set in North Carolina. Next month, my second western foodie erotic will release from Decadent Publishing, Misbegotten Gaines, which is part of the Western Escapes line at DP. Sequels forthcoming for both Barn Dance and Off the Record, as well as my very first novel! Ellora’s Cave bought my Steampunk Paranormal Erotic romance novel which will likely come out in late spring.
Q: Woohoo! Congratulations! You've been really busy and making a lot of sales! What was the most important thing you learned (the thing that made all the difference) just before you made your first sale?
A: I learned that editors are people, too. They have interests and hopes. They are looking for a good book just as much as writers are looking to write them. They love to read, and they are good at their job. I sold my first book when I found a good editor who liked my book. And since then, I’ve found a line of good editors who like my books. Editors aren’t scary people who hide behind guidelines. They are cool people, just like any cool person you know. Get to know them. Follow them on Twitter. Don’t be afraid of them.
Q: Great advice! Would you like to ask readers a question?
A: What is the best novella you’ve ever read? What do you love about novellas?
I’m having a release party, so each stop on my blog tour will get a free book, and each commenter will be eligible to win a $50 Amazon gift card. So comment away, my pretties. :)
Fantastic! Thanks so much for being our special guest today, Camryn!
Everyone, please visit Camryn on the web at:
WEBSITE
FACEBOOK
TWITTER
BLOG

Also check out a free sample of Every Time I Think Of You on Kindle.

Big Bad (Sexy) Werewolves

Traditionally, werewolves were villains and monsters, but modern romance novels and popular movies, like Twilight, paint them in a different light. Werewolves are still tough, fierce fighters but now they are often seen as loyal protectors, much like tamed wolves probably protected their early human friends.

When I wrote Blade of the Wolf, I played up this guardian and protector role. Ronan Graeme is an immortal werewolf and a Sgian Dubh Guardian. He is a man unlike any the heroine, Syrena, has met. She doesn’t know what to make of him at first. She knows instantly that she’s attracted to him but it takes her a while to trust him. She doesn’t learn what he truly is until after she’s intimate with him. Even when he tells her he’s a Sgian Dubh Guardian, she doesn’t know much about him. He leaves out the part about being immortal and a wolf-shifter. But soon, he can’t hide the truth from her anymore. What can she do? He’s the most fascinating man she’s ever met.

What about you? Do you love hero types who were antagonists and bad guys or monsters in the past? Do you enjoy reading heroes who are demons, vampires and werewolves?

Here is an excerpt that shows why Syrena can’t resist Ronan:

His expression turned serious. “After what happened two nights ago, I’m concerned. I think you have a stalker.”
“A stalker?” She held back an impulsive laugh. “Me? Please,” she said doubtfully.
“Indeed, lass. This is most serious.”
His yummy accent and the endearing way he called her lass almost distracted her from the grave issue at hand. “What should I do? Call the police?”
“Why don’t we go inside, out of this wind?” He gestured again toward the coffee shop entry.
Okay, maybe she would get lucky and he’d seduce her in the restroom. Dream on, Syrena. She proceeded into the almost deserted establishment where she bought coffee every morning. The appetizing mixed aromas of flavored coffees swirled through her senses. They placed their orders and took seats at a back corner table.
“I’m buying,” she said. “After all, I owe you one for the other night when you fought that man following me.”
“Nay. I insist.”
Nay. How charmingly Old World he was.
He fixed his molten gold gaze on her and consuming heat rushed over her skin. Breathe, Syrena, breathe. His appeal was complete. He was both edgy and elegant. Rough and cultured. Far out of her league. How would his deep voice sound whispering wicked, sexy words in her ear late at night? Intoxicating. A frisson of delight skittered through her.
But she couldn’t jump his bones right now. She needed to get to know him better first.
“What kind of work do you do?” she asked, wondering what would require him to be so deliciously athletic.
“Security, which is why the man following you concerned me a great deal.”
“Security? Like a bodyguard?”
“More or less. I work with a large firm and I’m scouting out the area to see if we might expand here.”
“A Scottish security firm?”
“International. We protect people all over the world.”
Should she believe him, or trust him? “What did the guy following me that night look like?” she asked.
“Short, beastly looking bloke with black hair and a beard.”
“Beastly?”
Ronan scowled. “Aye. Ugly.”
She snickered. The whole situation sounded too ridiculous. “Damn, why can’t I be stalked by a hunk?” Like him.
The corners of his mouth crooked up. His smile gentled his face, but at the same time she noticed his eyeteeth were a little longer than the others and slightly pointed. Not like the exaggerated fangs of vampires in movies. Much shorter. In fact, they were barely noticeable, but she found them unusual and a bit dangerous. Exciting. How would those teeth feel if he nibbled on her neck? Her inner thigh?
“Sorry. It isn’t funny, I know,” she said, trying to focus on the gravity of the situation. “I just don’t understand. I mean, I don’t usually capture men’s attention.”
Growing serious again, Ronan gazed deeply into her eyes, delving, disorienting her. “Why not?”
Her face heated. “I don’t know. I’m not exactly a vamp.”
“Nay, you are no vampire, thank the saints.”
Oh god, he was priceless. She held back a grin. “I meant I’m not, you know…sexy.”
He frowned. “Says who?”
“No one has to say. It’s simply a fact.”
“It is not a fact. You’re a great beauty, Syrena, incredibly sexy, and don’t let anyone be telling you any different.”
Giddiness tapped on her chest and she could hardly draw breath. Her whole body tingled with the need for him to touch her. Who was this man? And where had he come from? Scotland, sure, but what had caused their paths to cross?
“Thank you,” she mumbled, almost speechless at such a compliment from him. Their coffees were served, but she was too dazed to appreciate the fragrance of her mocha cappuccino.
Ronan—she liked thinking of him as Ronan. The name was more personal and intimate than Graeme. Ronan sipped his black Arabica.
She tried not to stare at his mouth, but couldn’t help herself. His lips were neither thin nor full, a man’s mouth, nothing feminine about it. The trace of dark beard stubble only enhanced his masculinity. How would his lips feel against hers? Smooth, hot, firm? He was probably a masterful kisser, seducing a woman in five seconds flat.
“Have you sensed someone following you?” he asked.
She forced herself to focus on his words, not the way his lips moved. “Sometimes.” Because I’m psychic. No, she couldn’t reveal that. Her weirdness was one reason guys steered clear of her. She didn’t want Ronan to think she was weird.
“Have you seen anyone?”
“No, I just have a vague feeling of being watched.” And not only by the earthbound spirits of Asheville’s former residents.
“I have an eighth-degree black belt in aikido. Perhaps I could teach you some self-defense moves.”
“Eighth degree? My lord, I didn’t know there were eight degrees. I’m sure I can’t afford your fees. You probably guard movie stars and Fortune 500 CEOs.”
He shook his head. “I’m thinking you can afford free. And I have never guarded a movie star.”
“But you seem so capable. Surely you could make a lot of money guarding rich and famous people.”
“The money’s not important. When would you like to practice self-defense?”
“You’re serious about that?”
“Aye.”
Why was he so insistent? Though his emotions were a blank wall to her, for the most part, and she was still unsure whether to fully trust him, she again sensed a protective quality deep within him, as if it were the most basic and innate component of his personality.
“If someone attacks you, you need to protect yourself.” He studied her, his gaze probing and prying into the core of her psyche. “You’re afraid, Syrena. Why do you fear me?”
“I don’t know you. I can’t…”
A new sensation poured through her—comfort, trust, friendship.
What’s going on? Her insights never came to her with this clarity and sudden rush of emotion. Her pulse roared in her ears. “Are you psychic?”
“Nay, why?”
She shook her head, unable to explain. “It isn’t important.” Her psychic abilities were wonky around him, as if she didn’t have complete control of her own thoughts. Maybe her reawakened libido was wreaking havoc on the rest of her mind.
“Please believe me when I say I only want to help you.”
His expression was so sincere, how could she not trust him? But the friendship angle of the sensation that flowed through her was wrong. The lucid dream she’d had would never allow him to be only a friend. Nope, she had a crush on him, dammit.
She craved touching him so badly, her fingers shook. Instead, she picked up her cup and guzzled a long swallow of the sweet, lukewarm brew.
What would he think if he knew about the dream? Or her attraction? She’d never experienced or even imagined such an intense level of eroticism. Granted, she wasn’t very worldly when it came to sex. She’d certainly never had a torrid affair, like she was craving with him.
“How about right now at a place of your choosing?” he asked.
“Right now?” Sex invaded her brain, sex right now. But that wasn’t what he’d meant. Mind out of the gutter, Syrena.
Copyright © NICOLE NORTH, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Blade of the Wolf is available at Ellora's Cave, Amazon, B&N and other online ebook retailers.
Thanks!
Nicole