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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Welcome Erzabet Bishop






Excerpt:

"I've never danced a Maypole dance before." Ceri watched as some young men emerged from the surrounding woods carrying a long slender tree trunk. They wound ribbons around the top and carefully slid the trunk into the hole, letting the ribbons fly free in the afternoon breeze.
Looking at the fields beyond the festival site, Ceri noticed it was full of different varieties of flowers. The heady scent of their bouquet wafted toward her on the breeze and as the wind brushed her face, she felt a tingle run down her back. All of her teachings came back to her and she felt the pull of the earth reach up and tether her to this place. She had never felt anything like it.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Marilyn smiled and pointed in the direction of the flower fields. "My family has farmed this land for generations. Here, surrounded by the woods, we have been able to hold on to the old customs and keep our traditions strong. Beltane is one of my favorite Sabbats. Celebrating life and all it has to offer is what it's all about, after all."
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Ceri let her gaze travel across the young men and women gathering in front of the pole that was now firmly lodged in the ground. She sent up a silent prayer to the Goddess that there would be someone for her when twilight took over and the fires wove their seductive magic.
"Come, we must get seated. It's almost time for the festivities to begin."
A gathering of young men with fiddles began to play a smoldering tune and the crowd began to rally around the Maypole. Ceri smiled and let the rhythm of the stirring music settle into her bones.
Marilyn handed her a cup of spiced wine from the table nearby and they made their way to the action.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Welcome Erzabet Bishop


Title: Beltane Fires

Series: The Erotic Pagan series

Author: Erzabet Bishop

Genre: Pagan/Wiccan, Erotic Romance, Pagan Celebrations

Publisher: Naughty Nights Press (NNP)

Ebook: pdf, mobi/kindle, epub

Print: N/A

Pages: 21

Release Date: April 15th 2013


Purchase at: NNP eStore | All Romance eBooks | Kobo | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon Ca | Barnes & Noble | Diesel Books | Apple Books


Book Description:

The first book in the new line “The Erotic World Of Paganism” by Naughty Nights Press 

A recent breakup has left Ceri alone on her birthday. Her friends, Alex and Fiona, spirit her away to a Beltane festival guaranteed to light up her night. When everyone at the event seems to be a couple, Ceri ventures out for a walk along a wooded path. 

In the darkness, the Forest Lord has come to find his May Queen. He is everything she ever dreamed of in a lover, but is she willing to take the leap? 


**Based on real Pagan traditions and celebrations, “The Erotic Pagans Series” brings erotica and romance to reality, and shares the passion of erotic romance in the lives of Pagans with everyone.**



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Meet Erzabet Bishop
Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could first pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She is a contributing author to Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2 and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires.


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Saturday, April 27, 2013

And the Winner is...

Linda Kage

Send me your mailing address and I'll mail your package. :)

Happy Birthday to my sweet, Tiana who turned 4 at 4am. I was blessed to be there for her birth.  Seeing as how I delivered all C-sections, it's a birth I'll never forget. 
I love my sweetie.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Freebie Friday

Tomorrow is our granddaughter's 4th birthday and Sunday our daughter's 16th. It's a party weekend in the Skyze residence. Family are coming in from NY and I'm excited to see everyone. 
I'm in such a good mood I feel like giving away something.

I have a print copy of Ignite the Flames for a winner living in the U.S. I'll offer a ebook if the winner is living outside the US. I'll also add some swag goodies to the winner in the U.S.



So what do you need to do?

Tell me if you have any fun plans for the weekend! Contest ends tonight at midnight EST. The winner will be announced tomorrow.

Good Luck!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Whet Your Appetite Wednesday





Blurb:
With no family to celebrate the Christmas holiday, Meg Trainor agrees to open the library on Christmas Eve in case someone is looking for solace in a book.
What she doesn’t expect are two devilishly handsome strangers to get stranded in her small Massachusetts town.
Brad and Shane Griffin are headed to New York for the annual adult toy convention, when their car breaks down. They’re in for a surprise when they find one hot librarian waiting for them.
Can three lonely souls and a bag full of toys bring new meaning to Mistletoe?



Excerpt:

“So about those copies, I’ll get them started for you. You can wait out here for your partner.” She emphasized the word partner, letting him know she understood.
“Are you sure? I can do it,” he offered.
“It’s my job.”
Brad handed her the folder. “Okay, thanks.”
“Make yourself comfortable.”
His hand reached out, sweeping down her arm. “You’re a very sweet woman. I hope my request doesn’t offend you in any way.”
She looked at him quizzically. “Of course not. How will making copies offend me? It’s my job.”
Weirdo.
“It’s just I…never mind. Go ahead; I’ll wait here for Shane.”
Meg made her way to the back room, confused by Brad’s remark. How in the world could he possibly offend her? He asked her to make copies of his products. They were toys, for God’s sake.
Meg smiled to herself as she reached the copier. The cover read Turquoise Toys—an odd name. Opening the folder, Meg’s mouth fell to the floor as she stared at the pictures in front of her.

Meg couldn’t believe her eyes. These were not the toys she had imagined. She thought he was talking about children’s toys. These were not intended for children. These were adult toys in every sense of the word. There were floggers, paddles, butt plugs, ball gags, straps with dildos attached and handcuffs—all Turquoise, explaining the name. Meg wasn’t naive about the BDSM world. When she realized her desire to submit she wanted to know the who, what, where and why. She read everything she could about the subject. She knew enough about it to understand.
She’d even bought a few toys to experiment with. Like the ping pong paddle she’d purchased when she was curious to know what it felt like to be spanked. It wasn’t something she did regularly but when she was in the mood for a good orgasm she’d slap her cheeks a few times before using her favorite vibrator. She never had dated a man who was actually part of that world.
Brad was gay so he wouldn’t be offering. What a shame because she could see them having fun together!
Could he be carrying a bagful of goodies? Maybe Santa was going to be extra special to her this year. Please Santa I’ve been a good girl all year long. Please tell me you sent Brad with something extra special for my stocking this year.
Halfway through the job, Meg decided it was time to go back to her stranger. He’d been out there long enough. By now, he knew she was aware of his secret.
Turning she ran smack into his broad chest again. “We really need to stop meeting like this.”
Clearing her throat, she took a step back only to come against the copier. “I was just coming out to see you.”
He stepped closer, closing the small gap between them. “How are you doing?” His voice dripped with desire.
“Fantastic. Your copies are just about done.”
Damn she wished he’d step back. He was much too close. He turned her on.
“Are you sure?” He traced his finger along her cheek.
She gulped, her body overheating.
He bent closer, taking her lips. He kissed her slowly. She melted against him; her arms snaked around his neck. He touched her breast, causing a moan to escape her lips.
His bulge brushed against her. He wanted her.
While he kissed her, his fingers unzipped the back of her dress then unsnapped her bra. He pushed the garments down around her waist, exposing her breasts.
His mouth covered her nipple, sucking until it puckered. God his mouth felt good.
How long had it been since a man had his mouth on her? Too long. Lisa was right; she needed to get laid, but not by Kenny.
When Brad moved to the other breast she thought for sure she was going to crumble to the floor. Her hands gripped the edges of the copier to steady herself.
“I’m going to fuck you Meg, right now against this copier. Are you okay with that?”

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Rant of the Day



Ebook returns.
I don’t understand this. If you bought a book in a brick and mortar you wouldn’t be allowed to return a book. Okay, I’ve never tried, but have seen signs to this policy.
So, why should readers be able to return ebooks? If there’s an issue with the download, okay I get it. But if hundreds of others are downloading without any issues what’s wrong with the one download.
Take for instance my issue. A few months ago I bought an ebook for $3.99. After seeing another book by this author I bought the new book. Guess what? It’s the same damn book with a different cover. Sure I’m pissed. I spent another $3.99 for a book I already had.
What did I do? Nothing. I accepted it for what it was – a loss. I couldn’t imagine returning it even if it would be acceptable because I own it.
I’m sorry I just don’t get it the return policy. That’s how indie authors make their money. If readers are reading the book and then returning it they win and we lose. There are way too many free books out there to read. If you don’t want to pay for a book, download a free one.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Welcome Alisa Anderson






Give & Receive –an erotic romance novella
Book i – give & receive series
Alisa Anderson

What is right if you decide there is no wrong...
For Ty, Lena and Danny, they're about to find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena that will test love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that's forbidden, taboo...but oh so tempting. In their world sex, money and excess are all a game of give & receive, where any wish can be granted if you just ask…
Tyler Malone: Life as a rock star is anything but boring. Money, power and fame are an addictive drug I crave that gets me off...every time. Millions of adoring fans, willing to do anything just for me to glance their way. What's not to love? All I ever wanted was the one who wouldn't. She's the one person I crave more than the life, more than the money and power. More than anything...

      Danny Blake: Some smart-assed reporter nicknamed me the "The Dark Prince," because I shun the limelight. I prefer being behind the scenes, always have. Fame is now a choke hold around my neck, a dark, lonely road that never seems to end. The one light in my life is her. The person who matters above everything else. At one time I thought we could be happy together, but I lost that chance when I married someone else...

      Lena Roman: Owner of the infamously notorious nightclub Sadist, head of a massive PR empire; nothing "Queen Midas" touches doesn't turn to gold. Fiercely passionate, loyal and headstrong, she is the woman who loves them both, with a fiery heat that's all consuming. Choosing between her best friend and the one she stupidly allowed at one time to claim her heart wasn't going to be easy...but she had to, right? You can't love two people at once...

     Book one of the scorching hot new series, "give & receive."


Excerpt:

Ty’s mouth slid down her neck and she was jolted back to reality. As she pressed further back into him, the currently stiffening hardness of his obviously impressive cock jutted against her backside. She arched back and became lost in his touch as he lightly bit down on her shoulder, thinking of a hundred different things she wanted him to do to her.
She grabbed Ty’s glass Dion had refilled and drank from it, using her tongue to lick across exact area she had seen him drink from. Danny gaze was hooded as he watched her drag her tongue over the top once more before taking another drink. When her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, his hands dug into his thigh and she watched his knuckles become stretched and tight.
“I haven’t thought about performing in a long time.” She said, to no one in particular. “I used to enjoy it.”
“Oh yeah?” Ty’s hands were caressing either side of her legs, his hands inching further and further up her thighs. Her skirt started to ride up a little, exposing more of her damp, sweat-slickened, toffee-colored skin. Danny’s throat went dry as he continued to look, unable to tear his eyes away. She moved over Ty’s lap ever so slightly and Ty’s guttural, low groan vibrated against her skin.
She was the hottest thing Danny had ever seen.
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“What did you like most?” Ty’s voice was raspy, heated. He couldn’t believe he was still coherent at this point, let alone form complete sentences. All he could think of was burying his face between her thighs and savoring and tasting the sweet nectar of her pussy. He wanted to lap up every bit of scorching wetness he was feeling through the fabric of his pants and wasn’t too sure how much longer he could play this game.
 “I love the way it made me feel. In control. Powerful. It was like…” She was breathless now and trailed off, becoming lost in Danny’s eyes again. They bored into her soul with a fiery intensity that both intimidated and terrified her. And the sensation of feeling Ty beneath her while Danny watched them was driving her crazy insane.
“Like what, baby…tell me what it was like.” Ty pressed her hips down on top of him and began to move slightly, sliding his hips in a rocking motion.
“It was like…riding a dick. Setting the pace. Controlling the flow. Oh god….Ty…what in hell are you doing to me?”
Ty slid his hands under her ass and unzipped his jeans, far enough so that beautiful, thick cock sprang free. He hitched up her skirt from the back so that she wasn’t exposed in the front and pulled her back down, almost all in one movement.
They were now flesh to flesh, skin to skin, with nothing separating them now but free will. He was, but mere inches from being fully sheathed inside of her.
“What am I doing?” Ty murmured, repeating her question, his lips against bare back as the strap of the skimpy top she wore was finally shoved aside. His lips blazed a path down her spine as he paused to lick the salty taste of her skin to his mouth.
“I’m making it good for you, sweetheart.” His hands finally slid under her skirt from behind and managed to part her thighs.
“Tell me if you want me to. I want to make it so good for you, baby…but you have to tell me. What do you want, Lena? Do you want me to touch you…like this?” Ty’s fingers lightly brushed over her clit and she gave a moan, from deep in her throat as she began to throb within her lower belly.
As Lena arched her back and closed her eyes, Ty caught Danny’s eyes again and arched an eyebrow, silently asking if he had been tortured enough.
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Danny’s expression, the agonizing twist to his mouth, the flash of his strange, silvery grey eyes, spoke volumes. He couldn’t stop now.
He made a strangled noise, deep within his throat and it was all he could do not to reach out and touch her. Just once. But he didn’t dare. He knew if he did he wouldn’t be able to help himself from ripping her off of Ty, pinning her down and fucking her himself.
Part of him was so resentful and angry it wasn’t him beneath her. At first. But he managed to choke down the rage welling up inside his chest, because if he was beneath her, he couldn’t be there.
Right in front of her. Witnessing her pleasure firsthand. It was that part of him that wouldn’t trade with Ty for anything in the world. Ty could physically feel her, yes. Danny could see her, her face, her body....her soul.
He was beyond the jealousy now. Now, he just wanted to connect with her, in any way possible. Force her to see him, acknowledge that what was between them was real and not some fucked up figment of his imagination.
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Ty couldn’t lie to himself, either. This was no longer just about proving a point to Danny. It was about doing what he had wanted to do for years.
Stepping up, to try and claim a piece of her heart.
That didn’t already belong to Danny.

Available now!

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AND available 4/19/13:
Give & Receive: Music Inspired By The Original Erotic Romance Novella Series

Bio:
(transposed to the third person to appear more mature *grins cheerfully*)
Well...Alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. Only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. Hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. She doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. Please don't judge. It could be you. And she would say, hey. You’re alright, buddy. You’re ok in my book. Now c'mere for a hug. The hug might be pushing it. Air kiss? You are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
She lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). Who look like the rock. And Ian Somerhalder. And Idris Elba. And that's it she promises. Variety. Gotta have variety, right?

But alas...apparently that exists only in Johanna Lindsey’s genius mind. So until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. She reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. Then she thought, hey. What, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. Maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. So she said, huh, you think? Then she said, well...yeah, I wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? Then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! And she did. :)

where to find alisa anderson:

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Whet Your Appetite Wednesday

Christmas in April?



Tied Up in Tinsel


Blurb:
Trust isn’t something Patience Middleton gives very often, especially in the bedroom. She’s been looked at as a slut for wanting more than a vanilla sex life. When she meets William LaBorde he’s offering more than she can handle. William wants to know all her deepest darkest desires in the bedroom. He’s sexy, sweet and willing to make all her fantasies come true.
Patience gives in briefly until William gives her a familiar look of what she perceives as disgust. William convinces her, his only wish is to make her happy in the bedroom, against the wall or under the Christmas tree.
Things go awry when Patience dream fantasy turns into a nightmare. Can William save the day and will she finally give herself to him; body, heart and soul?


Excerpt: 

“What brings you here tonight?” She didn’t notice a wedding band, but that didn’t mean anything. He probably had a small child who wanted one of the hot new toys. She didn’t envy him. She didn’t have the first clue what children liked. If it weren’t for her sister’s request, she’d likely just give Kyle a gift card and be done with it.
Maneuvering the toy department never had been her thing.
“My friend’s child could use some cheering up. Father’s been gone for a bit.”
Was that sadness in his eyes? Her heart swelled; his story touched her. He truly cared for his friend’s child.
“Funny, me too. My nephew. Do you have any children?” Nothing like getting right to the point. Not that she wouldn’t be interested in him if he had children; she’d prefer her man to be completely hers.
What the hell was she thinking? She wasn’t going to be dating this man. She’d just met him. She knew nothing about him except he had a soft side toward children. And she certainly wasn’t going to engage in a relationship with him. She didn’t need the headaches, but cozying up to his big, strong body did sound appealing.
“No kids. You?”
“Nah. I’m not ready for them yet. Maybe in five, six years.” She figured thirty-five was a good age to have children. By then she’d be done traveling or doing whatever the hell she wanted.
“Seems reasonable. I like the idea of children now, but I’d be willing to wait too.” He tilted his head and flashed a grin.
Patience laughed despite herself. He was flirting. She liked that.
“When should we get married?” Again, she couldn’t believe the words slipping from her mouth.
He pretended to look at a watch on his wrist. “I’m free in a few hours. I’m sure there’s a justice of the peace out there willing to perform the ceremony.”
“I believe my calendar is free too.” Patience played along with his game.
“Seriously, though, I’d like to take you to breakfast or coffee after this, if you’re really free.”
How did she answer that? She was free, but should she go with him, alone? He was funny and cute. It was just breakfast, after all. They’d be in a public place.
“Sure, why not?”
“Great! Do me a favor. Keep my spot, and I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” She found it strange that he decided to take off after agreeing to breakfast, but he said he’d be right back. Hopefully no one would get upset when he returned and cut the line. He wouldn’t really be cutting, but those who weren’t here to see him wouldn’t realize that.
She watched as he jogged off into the parking lot. She lost him in the mix of cars.
When twenty minutes passed and he didn’t return, she wondered if William had been real or a figment of her imagination. She didn’t have time to worry, though. The store would open, and she had to fight off the cold numbing her toes.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Welcome Cassandra Gold




Going Down by Cassandra Gold
ISBN:  978-1-61124-411-3
Tattoo artist Laurie Watson has felt the distance between himself and his live-in boyfriend, Win, for a long time, but he’s finally had enough. He’s determined to figure out how to work out whatever’s gone wrong between them. Unfortunately, when he gets home, he finds Win talking with his ex.
Figuring he’s missed his chance to fix things between them, Laurie flees. The temperamental elevator has other ideas, however, and Laurie and Win are trapped between floors.
No longer able to hide from their problems, Laurie and Win will either make up, or break up for good...

Excerpt:
...Talk to him. Tonight. Talk to him. Tonight. The words echoed through Laurie’s mind with every step he took toward the apartment he and Win had shared for the past two years. His feet felt increasingly heavy the closer he got. If Win wasn’t in love with him anymore, did he really want to know? Maybe it would be better to pretend he didn’t notice, to make Win be the one to force a confrontation.
No. Laurie was a lot of things, but a coward wasn’t one of them. His boldness had won Win over in the first place. It only seemed fitting for the same trait to be what ended them.
And now that the pessimistic thoughts had started, Laurie couldn’t turn them off. Deep in his heart, he felt certain tonight would be the end of the best time of his life. A physical ache spread through his chest, making breathing difficult. He was grateful to reach the lobby door. He yanked it open and trudged inside.
Bypassing the mailboxes, he crossed to the elevator and punched the up button. The doors slid open with their usual sluggishness. Inside, he hit the button for the fifth floor and waited. Once the doors closed, nothing happened for a few seconds. Then with a lurch and a whine, the elevator began its anemic ascent. It sounded worse than usual. Within a day or two there would probably be an “Out of Order” sign, and he and Win would have to take the stairs for days until the super got the stupid thing fixed.
If he and Win still lived here, anyway. One of them might not, after tonight. That would probably be Win. No doubt his family would be thrilled to welcome their prodigal son back into the fold the instant he was free of his low-class tattoo-artist lover.
Laurie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He needed to try to be positive. He hadn’t lost Win yet. Giving up usually wasn’t his style. “I can’t start now,” he murmured aloud. “Win’s worth fighting for.”
Win was worth fighting for. The life they’d built was worth fighting for. Laurie loved Win. Loved their life. Loved the way they’d carved out a place for themselves, away from Win’s rich, controlling family and the dysfunctional, abusive leeches Laurie refused to claim as his. Not so long ago, it had been him and Win against the world. It could be that way again.
Resolve replaced resignation. Laurie stood straighter, ready to do battle. He had made Win love him once—he could do it again. He’d let a lot of the things he used to do slide in recent months for reasons he wasn’t sure of. That had been a mistake, but not an unfixable one. No excuses tonight, just action...

Cassandra Gold
Gay romance with a heart of gold!
www.cassandragold.com

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Interview with Sabrina York




How did you start your writing career?
I had been writing for years, entering contests and volunteering with local writing groups, submitting to all and sundry and collecting rejection letters galore. I Imagine my shock when one day, I got a call from an editor who read my erotic romance contest entry and was interested in publishing it!
It just goes to show you, you cannot ever give up.
I got that call in November of 2011 and my first book, Adam’s Obsession came out on April 4th 2012. In the past year, I've sold more than fifteen titles and garnered some pretty awesome reviews.  It’s been an exciting journey.

Tell us about your current release.
I wanted to do something special to celebrate my one year anniversary as an author—and I wanted to thank my loyal readers. I decided a self published series was a great way to do that. I wrote Rebound, the first book in my new Tryst Island Series, and enrolled it in Amazon’s Kindle Prime program, because I wanted to be able to give it away for free once in a while.  To my delight, it hit #3 on the Amazon free erotica list on my anniversary…right next to 50 Shades on the paid list. And yeah, I took a screenshot. ;)

Here’s the blurb:
Kristi Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she can remember, but she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing like the women he dates. So when he suggests they play for a kiss over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even if she loses, she wins. Because she’s finally going to taste him.

 Of course, one kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier, especially when both parties are on the rebound…
Fall in Love on Tryst Island
When a group of friends share a vacation house, wild hijinks, unexpected hook-ups and steamy sex ensue. And true love. Did I mention they all find true love?  
The cool thing about the Tryst Island Series is that it’s about a group of friends. So you meet the same characters over and over again. I worked very hard to make these characters people you would want to hang out with. They’re funny and smart and sexy—and undyingly loyal to each other.
It must have worked. People are already clamoring for Book 2. I’ve been scolded for not writing faster.

Tell us about your next release.
Dragonfly Kisses is the next book in the series. It’s about Dylan Deveney, a shock jock who  has no interest in a wild fling. He simply wants a quiet place where he can try to forget a painful past and, barring that, drink himself to death. But when he catches a glimpse of his exquisite neighbor—in the buff—his passion for life reignites.
When Cassie French meets Dylan, she just can’t resist his allure. From his scruffy beard to his earring to his intriguing dragonfly tattoo, she is crazy about him. And sex between them is scorching. Everything seems perfect…until a tragedy from Dylan’s past threatens to ruin everything.
Dragonfly Kisses will be released soon…and yes. I will be offering it for free!

Who is your favorite author?
Yikes. That’s a tough question. There are so many to choose from. A short list would include Cassandra Carr, Cerise Deland, Chantilly White, Delilah Devlin, Desiree Holt, Gina Lamm, Sidney Bristol, and Tina Donahue. As an added benefit, I’ve met them all and they are amazing and wonderful people!  

Do you have critique partners or beta readers?
Both! I am so fortunate to be a member of GSRWA, a local writing group filled with very generous writers who are willing read and critique my work—when they’re not working on their own. Additionally, I have a stellar group of beta readers—these ladies LOVE to read—who will give me advice and tips on titles, names and plot twists.
Honestly, I couldn’t do it without their support!

Who are your books published with?
I am with Ellora’s Cave primarily, though I have sold some wonderful anthology pieces to Cleis Press including a contribution to Delilah Devlin’s Smoking Hot Firemen which is coming out in June! And, of course, I am self publishing a little here and there. All of my books are on Amazon.

Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers? If so, what are they?
I recommend three things.
1) Write write write. Even in the course of one year, my writing has become so much better! Reading the bestselling books is a great way to figure out what works and taking classes to polish your skills is a must—even for published authors.
2) Attend conferences. I attended EPICON last March and received three requests for submissions from editors I met over drinks. You can also meet other authors, which are integral to your success and your sanity. I’ve met reviewers and media folks who have helped expand my brand at conference as well.
3) Enter contests. I mention this because I was published through the Celtic Hearts Novellas Need Love Too contest. But even if your entry doesn’t result in a contract or even a win, you receive great feedback to help get your manuscript where it needs to be.  

Tell us about your favorite fan letter you have received.
My favorite fan letter was from a husband. He said “Sabrina, I don’t know what was in that book, but my wife only got to chapter two before she came to find me. Thank you.”
I loved it.

What question do you wish was on the list? 
How about this one: Is Sabrina giving away any bling anytime soon? The answer would be yes.
On May 11th I am giving away a tiara to one lucky newsletter subscriber.
To enter, just sign up for the Royal Hotsheet (Sabrina’s Newsletter). Newsletter subscribers are eligible to win all coming contests as well as random giveaways. 
Send an email with "Enter Me" in the subject line (this is erotica, after all) to sabrina@sabrinayork.com. If you want to win a copy of Man Hungry, mention that in the body of the email!
The drawing will be May 11th. It is a completely random drawing. I made it a point to have the one person on the planet who ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT CARE WHO WINS draw the winner.
That is, after all, what teenage sons are for.
Remember, only one entry per person, but if you refer your friends you will earn bonus entries.
Refer Your Friends Bonus Entries
Tell your friends about Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness. If they sign up for Sabrina's Hotsheet you earn another entry, plus a chance at a Referrals Only drawing for more bling. (NOTE: They must tell me that you referred them in the message box so I can give you credit).
Good luck!!!

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Just thank you for reading! I can’t tell you how much you  mean to me!!! Please check out all my books. Read the blurbs and excerpts and, if you like them, consider snapping them up!

Other Books by Sabrina York
Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)—coming soon
Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Rebound: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available on Amazon)




Rebound by Sabrina York
A Tryst Island Erotic Romance

Kristi Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she could remember, but she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing like the women he dates. So when he suggests they play for a kiss over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even if she loses, she wins. Because she’s finally going to taste him.

 Of course, one kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier, especially when both parties are on the rebound…

Cam nodded and dealt the cards. They were halfway through the first hand when he broke the silence.
“Do you remember the first time we played?”
“You had to teach me.”
“Took me all night.”
“That was hardly my fault.” She rearranged her cards. “You kept pouring me shots.”
“You’re the one who kept drinking them.”
She feigned a pout. “I had to keep up with Jamie.”
“Now, she was easy to beat.”
“So was I, once you got me liquored up.”
His chortle rumbled through her. “You figured out my strategy.” He shot her a saucy leer. “You sure you don’t want another beer?”
“No way. I’m winning this game, buster.”
They played for a while longer before he spoke again. This time, his words sent a scalding sizzle through her solar plexus. “You know Kristi, I can’t remember a time when we were both…single.”
Her heart seized. “What?” Thank God she hadn’t just taken a sip of beer—she would have spewed it across the table for sure.
“Think about it. Since the day we met, one of us was always in a relationship.”
Usually him.
She didn’t respond. She didn’t know what to say.
He winced as he took a trick. “I just think it’s interesting. That’s all.”
“What’s… interesting?” It took everything in her not to mangle her cards.
“You know. That we’re both available. Both here. Alone.”
Under the weight of his steamy gaze, all uncertainty wafted away. That was definitely interest simmering in those steely blue orbs.
Kristi’s pulse went into rapid-fire mode. Her breath hitched. Heat lashed through her.
“I…ah… W-what’s your p-point?” She tried to act all blasé, but the stuttering probably ruined it.
His expression shifted, darkened. The smoldering, seductive mien made her belly flutter. “I was thinking we could play…for something.”
“S-something?”
“A kiss, maybe?”
Brain freeze.
Every thought fled. Every cogent inkling spun out of reach. She could only feel. Stare at him in shock. Ache for him.  
His tongue came out, dabbing at his lips. She fixated on it, imagining that tongue, what it could do. The havoc it could cause on various parts of her trembling body—
“A kiss?” A squeak. “We’ve never k-kissed before.”
He leaned closer. His voice dropped an octave. “I’m aware of that.”
“But-but… I thought… We’re just f-friends.”
He studied her over his cards, stroking them slowly. “Are you saying you don’t want to kiss me?”
“I… No! I just… We’ve always… It’s probably…”
Amusement—twined with certainty—lightened his intensity. “What are you trying to say, Kristi?”
She meticulously rearranged her cards. “I just… I didn’t think you found me attractive. That’s all.”
He boggled. “Are you crazy? You’re stunning.”
A little thrill flickered up her spine. “I’m not.” She ignored his frown at that, and plowed on with her reasoning. “Besides, in all these years, none of us… well, none of us have.”
“Lane and Lucy did.”
“And look how well that worked out.”
“I’m suggesting a kiss, Kristi. Just a kiss.” He stroked his lips. “Be honest. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like between us?”
A hot tide crawled up her cheeks. He didn’t miss it. He couldn’t. Her cheeks were neon red. Like a well-cooked lobster.
His features tightened. A muscle ticked in his cheek. “You have. Haven’t you? Imagined it?” The hint, the thread of uncertainty in the words struck her to the core.
He was uncertain? He was nervous? Holy Hannah.
“I…” She plucked at the label again. It was becoming quite shredded. “Maybe.” A whisper.
“Well. So have I. Often.”
She gaped at him. “Often?”
“Very often.”
“But…” She swallowed the words clogging her throat.
“But what?”
“I… Robyn was perfect.”
“She was.” Her belly dipped at that. “But when she smiled, she didn’t smile with her whole face. Not the way you do. She didn’t embrace life. She just kind of clung to the edges. You toss yourself in.” He fondled the neck of his bottle. “It’s an attractive quality, Kris. A man can’t help wondering…”
“Wondering what?”
“If you make love that way too.”
Ooh. Those words skimmed over the air between them, smooth and silky and oh so beguiling.
Not that he needed to seduce her.
Hell, all he had to do was breathe and she wanted him. Still…
“Are you drunk?”
He grinned. “Not in the slightest.”
“This is probably a bad idea.”
His grin broadened.
“Cam, we’re both on the rebound.”
He shifted, as though something was making his position uncomfortable. “Sometimes you score the winning point off a rebound.”
“A basketball analogy? Really?” He knew she was a football fan.
“If the shoe fits.” He reached across the table and took her hand in his. His heat enveloped her, sank in and made her want to weep. She could only imagine how good he would feel touching her all over. Pressing her into a downy mattress. Entering her in a hard, hot thrust…
Lordy. She could imagine it. So well, her body was already preparing for it. A slick dampness eased between her thighs. Her nipples pebbled. Her womb clenched in hunger.
“What would the others think?”
“Why would we tell them?” His expression was far too innocent. “It’s only a kiss.”
“One kiss?”
“One kiss. A forfeit. If you win the game, I kiss you. If I win, you kiss me.”
She glanced at his lips. Strong. Powerful. Perfectly formed. She’d wanted to feel them, taste them, have them since the day they’d met. Why was she dithering? What was she afraid of?
Well, other than heartbreak.
But she’d long ago learned that heartbreak could come whether you were careful or reckless.
Might as well be reckless.
She would rather enjoy a decadent sliver of fudgy brownie than suffer through a lifetime of rice cakes.
“Okay. Let’s do it.”
He stared at her. The tension between them mounted, hummed. His Adam’s apple made the slow journey up and back down his throat. Then he picked up the cards, shuffled once and quickly dealt out a new hand.
Kristi’s pulse raced. Her mind whirled. Her body trembled.
She was going to do it.
After all these years.
She was going to kiss Cam Jackson.


Friday, April 12, 2013

Interview with Christina Phillips


Thank you so much for having me on your blog today, Amber! It’s great to be here to help spread the word about my sinfully sexy warriors and their magical Druid heroines!
Amber: You're welcome here anytime. Let's find out more about those warriors!

What does your family think of your writing career?
My teenage son was very excited at the thought of me writing a book set in Roman times. Big swords! Lots of bloodied battles! Then I told him it was a romance and for some reason he was no longer interested! My two daughters are very proud of what I do and are happy to tell people that I write erotic romance. However, they’ve yet to read any of my books because, well… I’m their mother!!!

Does your significant other read your stuff?
Before I was published whenever I offered any of my stuff to my husband to read, he’d get that rabbit-caught-in-the-headlights look in his eyes. But after my first book, FORBIDDEN, was published, he did eventually pick it up and flick through it. The first chapter either hooked him in or shocked him rigid, since he then went on to finish the entire book J Mind you, he hasn’t read any of my other books yet!

Do you have critique partners or beta readers?
I have two fabulous CPs. We met nearly ten years ago on the eHarlequin boards where we were all unpublished and targeting different lines. We’ve been together through the highs and lows and I can’t imagine sending anything to my editor that hasn’t first gone through my CPs. Although we all started off targeting category romance, my CPs now write YA and MG while I write erotic romance J

Who are your books published with?
I have three books out with Berkley Heat – FORBIDDEN and CAPTIVE under my Christina Phillips name and ARCHANGEL OF MERCY under my Christina Ashcroft name. The third book set in my Roman/Druid world, BETRAYED, is out with Ellora’s Cave, and I have several more books contacted with EC although no release dates yet.

What songs are most played on your Ipod?
Whenever I need inspiration I more often than not turn to an old favorite – Meat Loaf’s Bat Out of Hell. The lyrics to Crying Out Loud slay me every time. Those songs are full of angst and conflict and are dark and sexy. Seriously! What’s not to love about them?
Amber: I'm with you on this one! Love Meat Loaf.

What is your favorite meal?
Any meal that I don’t have to cook. Honestly, I’m very easy to please!!!
Amber: LOL Me too!

What would we find under your bed?
Monster dust bunnies. Actually they’ve evolved into dust dragons…

Blurb:
Betrayed
Christina Phillips

In 51 A.D., Druid priestess Nimue is injured and enslaved by the hated Roman Legions. Even though she is drawn to her captor, she’s determined to escape and complete her mission for the Briton king and her duty to Arianrhod, the goddess she is bound to.
The tough Roman warrior who captures her is far from the brutal barbarian she expects. His touch inflames her desires and passion burns between them. Though Nimue does not accept her enslavement, her heart surrenders to her enemy. When Arianrhod appears to her in the form of an owl, Nimue knows the union is blessed.
Roman warrior Tacitus is enchanted by the fiery beauty who shows no fear and challenges him at every turn. Though enslaving her goes against his heart, he’s determined to make her his. No woman has ever heated his blood as she does. But when he discovers her true nature as one who actually communes with the gods, his loyalties are torn between his heritage and a woman who could destroy everything he’s ever believed in.
A Romantica® fantasy erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt:
Still holding her in his arms Tacitus lowered his head toward her, no longer caring of the open tent flap, the proximity of the legionary or the fact he was still on duty. All he could see, all he could feel was the woman nestled so seductively against his chest, her breasts pressed against him while her palm caressed his jaw.
Her lips parted and her breath was sweet, like incense. Blood pounded, pulses hammered yet with rigid restraint, he brushed the most chaste of kisses across those tempting lips.
So soft. So full of promise. So deliciously responsive. She lifted her head and instead of breaking contact, he captured her lips once again. Nothing chaste about this kiss. Their mouths clung together as if nothing else in the world existed.
She wound her hand around the nape of his neck. Her fingers speared through his hair, scraping across the base of his skull. Desire spiked through his groin, her touch as potent as if she had grasped his cock, and restraint splintered.
He slid his tongue inside her open mouth and she sucked on him, sudden and hard and unbelievably shocking. He withdrew, a slow slide against her wet flesh then thrust into her again, teasing the roof of her mouth, and claimed the strangled moans that vibrated from her throat.
Fingernails dug into his scalp, primitive and wild. His hand closed over the mound of her breast, filling his palm. Her nipple was hard through the material of her gown, and with a primal growl, he rubbed the tips of his fingers over the erect nub. Backward and forward. Increasing the pressure. She squirmed in his arms, her muffled moans of pleasure stoking his need.
He needed to lay her down. Rip off her gown. Explore her writhing body.
The exhilarating vision of her laying naked on his bed hammered in his mind. She was willing. She did not know she was a slave. He could fuck her, make her come, give her such pleasure that when she discovered the truth she wouldn’t feel as if she had been used at all.
Her sweet taste slid insidiously into his senses, heady and somehow illicit. The tips of their tongues touched; clung, and it was mindlessly erotic.
Somehow, he stumbled to the bed. Curse this primitive camp. He wanted his own bed, but this makeshift one would have to do. Carefully he lowered her, his mouth still claiming hers—or was she claiming his?—and as he laid her down the light diminished.
He scarcely noticed. Tearing his mouth from her, he panted down into her face, relishing the jagged gasps of her breath, the way her fingers dug into the back of his neck, the way her breasts heaved beneath her soft gown.
The way her left arm was immobilized in a sling.
For a moment he stared, uncomprehending. She was injured and he had been about to fuck her?
“Roman.” The word was scarcely above a whisper, and wrapped around his reeling senses like a seductive embrace of purest silk. Her right hand slid from his neck, over his shoulder and along his arm. It was a light caress and yet as arousing as if she slid her naked body along him instead.
Gods. What was he thinking? Marcellus had warned him not to have her tonight. She was injured. She was under the influence of opium.
She was his slave.
Still, he couldn’t move. He remained kneeling on the floor beside her as her hand curled around his wrist. The light was oddly dimmed and yet he could see her delicate features and the fragile outline of her enticing body. And still he could not find the strength of will to stand up and leave.
“Are you man enough for me, Roman?” Her words were heated, provocative. A blatant challenge. “I’ve never had a barbarian before.” She smiled, as if that thought gave her great amusement and he battled against the renewed lust that thundered through his blood at her taunts.
“You will lie here and rest.” It was an order. Any other woman—any other man—would have instantly quailed. But this Celt, this slave—who did not even know she was a slave—merely offered him another sultry smile and pulled on his hand.
He didn’t resist.
She dragged his hand between her thighs and pressed him against her slick core. Air hissed between his clenched teeth as her feminine dampness caressed his fingers, as she rolled her hips and a breathy sigh escaped her lips.
“Don’t you want me, Roman?” She increased pressure on his hand and of their own volition his fingers pushed against her soft gown, seeking and finding the wet opening of her welcoming pussy.
Primal need thudded through his veins, tightened his rock-hard balls. This was madness. Feverishly his fingers bunched up her gown, exposing her thighs, until he gripped the material and wrenched it up to her waist.
Honey-blonde curls crowned her glistening lips, her flesh plump and pink and deliriously tantalizing. Mesmerized by the sheer eroticism of how she angled her hips toward him and by her evocative musky scent that caused his cock to thicken, he couldn’t remember why taking her was such a bad idea.
He trailed the tips of his fingers over her belly and then lower, teasing her soft curls. She sighed in evident pleasure and collapsed back onto the pallet as if she no longer possessed the strength to entice him. But he needed no additional enticement.
Everything he needed was here, between her spread thighs.
She was wet and hot. His finger slid along her cleft, her soft folds promising a wild, unforgettable ride. Breath rasped along his throat, need pounded through his groin, sanity sank beyond the fiery horizon.
She was willing. She was ready. And she was his.
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