Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Welcome Kiki Howell

Let Kiki Howell’s newest book, LOVE, CREATIVITY AND MAGICK, take you away into the magical world of witches and vampires and that one special day of romance, Valentine’s Day.

Purchase Love, Creativity and Magick at All Romance Ebooks, Amazon and Smashwords.


All acts of magick take on shades of gray in the end, especially for Emma, one of four females witches who by birthright belong in the social circles of the privileged upper ten thousand in London. Yet, by rumor of the unknown and the misunderstood, she stands apart, cut by her peers along with her cousins, because they hold a secret—each is gifted with magick.

Their elders had taught them respect for their powers even when mixed with a spanking amount of fanciful mischief. On the other hand, if a lesson was warranted, then white verses black magick could be hard to define. Nowhere was the color of steam more evident than in the matters of justice, a slippery term to define. Yet, they’d made breaking the laws of society their mission. Most of their nights at parties and balls were spent creating a magickal comedy of errors, helping the uptight aristocracy side step their fastidious standards.

Only this year, days before Valentine’s Day, a damnable day for women without suitors, Emma is not quite sure what is happening to her. Something dark and seductive, something not of this world, is luring her, possessing her, and she has no comprehension of what or who the presence really is. But, when he does show his face finally, and she feels him to be a nightwalker, she must fear not only the threat he poses to her blood and to the energy or magick he can suck from her, but also the danger he poses to her heart. After all of these days feeling him, wanting him, she has to wonder if her feelings are just a matter of his compulsion, if she is under this vampire’s own type of magick.

To complicate matters further, the vampire’s propositions are as exciting as they are scandalous, to teach her how to power her magick with the overabundance of sexual energy she bears. But, how he knows such things he remains elusive about. And there is the added attraction that this vampire was a failed inventor in life, one with a basement full of contraptions she finds she can power through the use of her sexual energy. Valentine’s Day seems like it could be all kinds of fun this year now.

Yet, in these days of social unrest and out-of-control creativity, what is a witch to do with a vampire? When Valentine’s Day rolls around, and a secret is revealed, what will be left for her?


Back home and retired to her own bedroom, she flew to her glass doors, which lead onto her balcony. Stopping short of throwing them open, she saw a man, his outline a shadow against the gas lamps on the street. Stepping closer, unable to resist, she could see how his head was raised to a proud angle, and how his wicked smile brightened his dark eyes. A sudden wave of panic bred of realization washed over her.

“Why Emma, your body gives off the heat of sexuality like the flame of a candle blowing in a breeze. I have been burnt by its sparks all night as I’ve watched you.” The low timbre of his voice was erotic and intimate, wrapping her in comfort. “Drop the protective spell which bars me from your room. Let me in. You know me. It is I, the one you have been feeling for weeks. It is my presence you now long for.”

“You’re a…”

“Yes I am,” he cut her off. “I knew a powerful witch such as yourself would know what I am once I got close enough to you. Such is the reason why you had to get to know me first, from a distance. I didn’t compel you if that is what you think, but let you feel me. I opened myself to you, every night for months, to let you get to know me. And, I thank whatever there is that is still blessed in this world, that because of my actions, my abilities, you have come to want me as well. I can feel it, it burns within you; a flame I blew on, made come to life. Now there you stand with a raging fire all your own to save the likes of this cold-blooded vampire.”

Her mind went through the ominous and the seductive possibilities before her. As one of the walking dead, beyond his threat to the blood, which coursed through her veins, a vampire could suck from her the energy that made her magickal. Be that as it may, the chance to be at the mercy of this man was alluring nonetheless in a way she could not possibly comprehend or explain. He was so much stronger than her, dangerous even, and this excited a place in her that even she didn’t know existed. It was juxtaposed to everything she did, stood for. She may use her gifts, even at times at the expense of others, to rebel against social morals and rules, but she wasn’t reckless. Yet, the idea of giving herself to him, naked and wanton, made her feel even stronger.

She did feel she knew him, had been getting to know him in an intimate way over time. She’d welcomed the presence even when she felt it was driving her mad, when her pulse raced and her head got hazy just because she could feel him near. His touch, his kiss, she wanted. Desperately. How had she missed what he was? Was it a matter of compulsions? Did he just out right lie? Was he using some sort of mind energy, specific to his kind on her, even before tonight, before this first face-to-face meeting? His kind certainly weren’t above it. They hungered for a witch’s magick, and after they drained them of their energy, they drained them of their blood. The same had happened to her aunt just a little under a year ago.

She knew though, beyond a shadow of any doubt, that sexual tension wound tight like twine around the bristles of a broom inside her. And, the two of them were still separated by glass, a frail barrier she wanted to break to get to him. She had to be under his type of spell, so to speak, and knew not what she would do next.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Welcome Benjamin T Russell and Michelle Chatton

1. Tell us about your favorite character from your books.
Michelle Chatton: For me it is a tie between Vicky, the Hot Sexy Bi-BBW and Winston our Sexy Dom.  If push came to shove **giggles**   I would just have to chose the gorgeous Dom.  What woman wouldn’t want to be with an Alpha male that knows his way around a woman’s body?  Plus I love his openness about his sexuality.
Benjamin Russell: Ok, surprise-surprise, I infused some of me into Winston, so I’m partial to him, but my absolute favourite character is Cherry.  I love Cherry’s zest for life and how she lives in the moment.  I suspect we will see more of Ms. Cherry in future Booty Call instalments.

2. Has someone been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?
Benjamin Russell: My Father, he was a voracious reader and he taught me to love the written word. His philosophy was that he didn’t care what I read; comic books, the daily newspaper or his secret stash of X-rated paperback books (he knew I read them, but he pretended not to notice) he just wanted me to read.  Since I’m an author of Erotica, I guess you’ve probably figured out that I gravitated to his steamy paperback books.
Michelle Chatton:  Well I have always loved books, some say too much, so I have always been fascinated with the craft.  I wrote some short stories for some friends and they thought I should try it.  But to be perfectly honest, if it wasn’t for Benjamin I would still just be “fascinated”.   He saw something in me that I didn’t then kicked my arse into trying.  We just clicked in our thoughts and Voila!... here we are.

3. What does your family think of your writing career?
Benjamin Russell:  My family has not embraced erotica as a genre they like to read. If my Father were alive, he'd be giving me high fives and ideas for new stories. My Mother on the other hand, who is still alive, I think she'd be calling Ghost Busters or an Exorcist if she read one of my stories. Bottom-line, I write for me and I write the kind of stories that I enjoy reading. 
Michelle Chatton:  My whole family knows what I am doing and are encouraging.  Most, actually probably all of them, won’t read it.  For them Erotica isn’t what they read, but they still want me to be happy and successful.  They know it is just the beginning and that I will write different genres as time goes by.

4. Do you have critique partners or beta readers?
Michelle Chatton: I believe that we are each other’s critique partners.  Benjamin is my mentor and I often look to him for guidance.  We also have good friends who did some editing for us.  Elicia Seitz Stoll edits for a living but was a Sweety and gave ours a look over for us.
Benjamin Russell:  As Michelle stated, we critique for each other and in addition to Elicia, I also rely on my friends Jade F. Baiser and Katie Harper to give me feedback.

5.Who are your books published with?
Benjamin Russell:  Naughty Night Press( NNP ) is our ePublisher and we’re having a ball working with them.
Michelle Chatton:  Benjamin was the one who was instrumental in finding us the awesome ebook publisher Gina Kincade.   She is a fellow Canuck and a great strong woman who cares about her writers.

6.Plotter or Pantser? Why?
Michelle Chatton:   Ok, till I met Benjamin and was taught to do an outline, I would have thought that “pantsers” were the people who would yank off people’s pants and throw them in trees.  So, this is for him to answer. LOL
Benjamin Russell:  Michelle and I work from a story outline that I do for each of our stories. It starts with a story overview/synopsis, with character bios and a suggested chapter-scene flow.  In order for us to work together seamlessly, and we’ve been told that it’s hard for anyone to tell the story was written by two different people, we needed an outline, roadmap guide us. We decide at the start who will write which chapter or scene and then I put it all together at the end. I think it worked well for the first story and we’re following the same approach for our planned next three stories.  One caveat, the outlines are not etched in stone, once we start writing - the characters have a way of taking us where they want to go.

7.Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?
Michelle Chatton:  Yep, I do.  I need something with a strong dance beat.  I have very eclectic tastes in music, but I love Cee Lo Green, Prince, Maroon 5 and my favorite is Nickelback.  They are originally Canadian Prairie boys and Holy Hell that lead singer can get me in the mood in just by saying..”Hello”.
Benjamin Russell: Michelle and I have similar tastes in music. I can’t write a sex scene without some Prince playing on my iPod.

8.Morning Person? Or Night Person?
Benjamin Russell:  Morning – My wicked Muse wakes me up in the middle of the night whispering new story ideas in my ear and those ideas are freshest in my mind early in the morning.  My Muse, I call her Jezebel, doesn’t like to share me with anyone, not even sleep. You can find out more about Jezebel by clicking on the embedded link in her name.
Michelle Chatton: I am much more productive at a lot of things. ;)   But I am learning to get up early and work with my co-author’s schedule.  If you gave me a choice..I would be like a Vampire and sleep all day.

9.What would we find under your bed?
Michelle Chatton:   Well...umm, well... Oh What the Hell.  Under mine, you would find my treasure chest full of toys. Just like our character Vicky, I am a strong believer in self pleasuring.  It is a great way to relax and if I was in a relationship it would be an awesome way to “add” to the fun.  Oh and you might find some “dust bunnies”, cleaning house isn’t a major priority for me. **blushes**
Benjamin Russell: Oh wow, I don’t know how to compete with Michelle’s answer.  Ok, let me crawl under there and see what I have.  Hmm, a jar of peanut butter( creamy ), a $100 bill( She said she’d left me a tip ) and a spray bottle of Swiss Navy lube( great stuff ).
10.Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Michelle Chatton:  I want to tell them how grateful I am to them for giving our new and first book a chance/read.  I love hearing from our fans and if they wanted to get in touch to give some ideas or suggestions for future Booty Call adventures, that would be awesome.  I especially want to tell all the BBWs out there that I am going to keep writing about us.  After all, us Big Girls like hot loving and are also Sexy as Hell.
Benjamin Russell: I ditto what Michelle has said. We’re going to be writing more stories with BBW as the main characters.  It’s our belief there is a large audience of sexy BBW’s out there who want to read about someone they can identify with. Muwah

Naughty Hot Shots: Booty Call by Benjamin T. Russell and Michelle Chatton

Purchase your copy at Smashwords or at All Romance Ebooks.


So what is a strong-willed, Bi-BBW supposed to do when she decides she wants to have a MMF ménage to celebrate her birthday? She makes a Booty Call to her bi-sexual male co-worker and her hot Dom ex-lover.

Victoria Carter has finally broken free from a destructive relationship, now she wants to explore her sensuality and her sexuality to the fullest. Ready to meet the world head on, this is just the beginning of her sexual adventures.


Vicky arched her back and her head lolled to the side. “Winston, ooh baby, I am soooo close. If you keep doing that I am going to come, I am going to come so hard.” She whimpered breathlessly.

Steel vibrated in Winston’s voice. “No, you don’t come until I tell you to.” The touch of menace in his voice sent a furtive thrill to Vicky's moist core and surprisingly, she found the hint of danger in his voice to be arousing.

 “Yes Sir,” she said, assuming the submissive role easily from pure habit.

Vicky let out a long sigh as he slowly pulled his finger from her pussy’s clinging grasp. He stared at his cream covered finger lovingly before he turned his gaze on her and met her eyes directly.

Transfixed, she watched him stick his finger in his mouth and suck off all her cream. A look of crazed lust washed over his face as he tasted her juices and the erotic expression sent undulating ribbons of desire shimming down her spine. She peered at him through hooded eyes as he dipped a finger back inside her. Vicky’s eyelids fluttered and then closed as another wave of pleasure racked her body.

This time, when he withdrew his finger glistening with her dew, he held his hand up to her face. Every cell in her body screamed for her to devour his finger, but she forced herself to wait. He didn’t have to say it, but she wanted him to give her permission to do it. He leveled an icy stare at her and his commanding body language spoke to her heart.

Tonight she wasn’t the hotshot attorney who intimidated weak men with her intelligence, self-confidence and plus sized body. Tonight – in this bed – she wanted to be a desirable and sensuous woman, giving her trust to a real man. If only for one night, she wanted a man like Winston to dominate her and use her as he pleased.

Her eyes were soft, open and begging for his approval. “Please.”

“That’s good baby, you’re learning.” He placed his finger at the opening of her mouth and Vicky smiled when she inhaled her scent. She greedily wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked it clean.

He moved to the end of the bed and dropped to his knees so he could look between her legs. Moisture oozed from her and he froze for a moment as his cock bucked at the sight. He stared at the tantalizing view of her sex, wet with cream. He became enthralled at the promise of emptying the creamy contents of his balls in her, or all over her.

He looked up and captured her eyes. “Vicky, tell me what you want.”

She hesitated for just a moment. “Please.”

“Please what?” The displeasure in his voice was evident.

“Please make me come.”

He smiled. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

Winston began to lick his way up the inside of her legs and made a beeline straight for her beckoning little pussy. Normally, he would have teased her even more, but since today was her birthday and she’d been a good sub up to that point, he decided to give her what she needed.

What are you waiting for? Go grab your copy now! LOL

Monday, February 27, 2012

Welcome Abby Hayes

Abby Hayes latest book SEEING RED will have you trembling with anticipation of what will happen next as she weaves a tale of lust, light bdsm, ménage a trois and Valentine’s Day.

SEEING RED by Abby Hayes can only be purchased through Amazon


Three years ago when she opened her bar, Rage on the Water, her boyfriend at the time, a guy she thought she would spend the rest of her life with, dumped her that year on Valentine’s Day. Never a big fan of the holiday before, she now loathes it. Having gone through a bit of a wild phase these past years, she has given up dating altogether. Instead, she’s been exploring her wilder side, one where her kinks and more wanton interests prevail, in her apartment above the bar with a guy friend and at times, others he invites in.

This year on Valentine’s Day though, a conversation with her long time guy friend with benefits, Mark, lands her in a situation beyond any she has experienced before. There will be two men and two women for her to play dominatrix with. While ignoring Mark’s changing intentions toward her, like his invitations to go on an actual date, it being Valentine’s Day, she’s more than a bit excited to spank a few asses.

Tonight Shannon has four bodies to play with, but Mark’s are unnerving her. She goes with each whim of her body and mind, but will they expose her? Will she be able to still play her role well? Or will she give in to all that scares her? With bodies exposed and asses red, it is truly her heart on the line…


“Do your worst, Ms. Shan. Please.” His attempt at forcing his facial muscles to stop the grin was pathetic, and she couldn’t stop her own laugh. Again, the tight cord inside her loosened a touch. She pushed back her shoulders, reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Commando as usual, his cock popped out. To touch it now would give him pleasure, so she decided to withhold her urge to grab it, take it in her mouth and maybe even bite the yummy looking piece of meat. She stepped behind them all again, admired the four bodies a second, then yanked Mark’s jeans down. They bunched up around his thighs, bared his rock hard ass, nice full globes a beautiful shade of red and which were about to become redder. He’d had his breather.

She grabbed the leather paddle, quick to bring it against Mark’s now bare ass. Each smack of leather against skin, each mark it brought out on this un-tanned part of his flesh made her skin tingle. His ass cheeks clenched and relaxed, beyond hot. Not able to help herself, she bent down and bit him, the red skin warm against her lips. He let out a yelp of surprise maybe pain, and she giggled just a touch.

He turned to her, the way his face was scrunched up showing he was ready to play a little whoop ass on her, some fun retribution. They’d done it before, quickly switched roles. Had the situation been different she would have readily flipped the switch tonight too she knew, the mood she was in, up and down and all over the place.

“Thank You Ms. Shan,” he spoke her name through clenched teeth. The dark look behind his eyes, one sexy, one devious, made that invisible cord threaded through her un-wind a bit more, him wanting her. She could be honest enough with herself to know that she wanted that.

“You’re welcome. I can tell by your nicely formed erection, so hard, so red, the veins bulging…” She let the paddle glide over the top of his hard on, watching his red ass clench then. “Hmmm, I can see that you liked every minute of it. I’m all warmed up now and on to the others. Stay erect, and I mean your cock and your back, while I work. Eyes forward please. That means everyone, Scott.”

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Welcome Rawiya

Comment for your chance to win a copy of Time to Make the Donuts.

AS: How did you start your writing career?

SharitaL: Hi Amber, thanks for interviewing me. I’ve been writing since my late teens but only professionally since mid 2010. It all started with fan fiction and short erotica of free sites like Literotica and Every Night Erotica. Then, it just seemed to take off.

AS: Tell us about your favorite character from your books.

SharitaL: It changes daily but right now my favorite is the one I just wrote for Naughty Nights for Smooth Like Latte. The MC is Brendan Walsh and his potential lover is Davori Jenkins. He’s a not looking barista, a smooth talking artist who singes, cooks, and makes sweet love. *swoon*

AS: Tell us about your current release.

SharitaL: The current for NNP is my 3rd pseudonym’s first book, Time to Make the Donuts. It’s a m/m erotic interracial romance, part of the Something New on the Menu series. This one is a short novella about a donut shop owner who falls for a customer, however, Andre is no ordinary customer. *giggles* You’ll have to find out more when you read it.

AS: Tell us about your next release.

SharitaL: My next NNP release is Smooth Like Latte which is also Rawiya’s book to come out in April. Brendan Walsh is a lonely President who works for his dad’s company. He’s closeted and desperately wants to come out but afraid to because of his father’s reaction. However, while he visits a coffee shop in the building. He meets Latte, Davori Jenkins. Sparks Fly and… again you need to read it. I had so much fun writing that book.

AS: Who is your favorite author?

SharitaL: I’ve got so many but right now, I love anything by Sue Brow. I have many more of hers to read but I just love her style. All time? Anne Rice and I love Zane’s books. ;)

AS: When was your first sale?

SharitaL: My first sale was a short for STARbooks Press called the Wretched. It’s part of an m/m rock and roll series that needs finishing. Oddly it’s BL’s series but Michael Mandrake is the name I put it under.

AS: When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?

SharitaL: I write when the house is asleep. I just started working part time though so no more late nights for me unless I don’t have to work the next day. Up to 2-3 hrs per day.

AS: What is the hardest part of writing your books?

SharitaL: Hands down the ending. I always wonder did I complete it and satisfy the characters. Even though I’ve started plotting more as opposed to panstering. I still have the fear that I didn’t fully finish the story.

AS: What does your family think of your writing career?

SharitaL: My husband is very supportive. He let me sit on my ass for almost two years to kick start it and watch our baby. He’s allowing me to work part time so I want get too overwhelmed. My brother and mom don’t get it, why I love writing erotica, less alone, m/m. My son knows as well as my nephew. The rest of my family have heard what I do but with them it’s no big deal.

AS: Does your significant other read your stuff?

SharitaL: He has occasionally. Most of my hetero stuff, he’ll read. Sometimes, he’ll pick up my m/m but it has to be a good reason why. *grins*

AS: Do you have critique partners or beta readers?

SharitaL: I have one fab beta reader now even though I’ve asked quite a few people to read my stuff. Julie Lynn Hayes is my beta, I’m proud to say, I adore her. She’s one of my fave authors and people in the genre.

Who are your books published with?

SharitaL: I’m contracted with seven companies. Six of which I write regularly for. XOXO Publishing, Sizzler Editions, Naughty Nights, Rebel Ink, No Boundaries Press, StarBooks Press, and Xcite books.

Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?

SharitaL: I have 3 names. BLMorticia is my original name. When I was a goth gal before kids and hubby, I visited a lot of clubs and went to tons of rock and metal shows. So BL, the wicked gal was born. Now she’s wicked and snarky. Michael Mandrake was second. I created him when I first started professionally. I thought I needed a male name to be taken seriously in the m/m genre. Obviously I was wrong about that but he won’t let me get rid of him so I guess we’re stuck together. And Rawiya who is the writer of my latest book was the last pseudo I came up with. Rawiya is supposed to do MF and Menage books. She’s stubborn and wants to do m/m too. *shrugs* My muses rule me!

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

SharitaL: I’d like to say to all my fans, the little flock of people who follow me and buy my books, thanks so much. I really appreciate the lot of you, giving me the courage to keep going. Sometimes with such talent out there in the author world, you might want to give up but I have so many stories to tell and since I have a nice little audience that seems to grow and 3 muses who won’t allow me to quit, I’ll keep writing. Thanks for the opportunity to interview.

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Here’s a sample from my novella, Time to Make the Donuts from Naughty Nights Press due out now at Amazon, All Romance, and Smashwords.

PG Excerpt

Andre, a customer, comes in and pays Christopher a visit. The two lock eyes and immediately connect on a personal level. The intensity of this deep, instant connection convinces Christopher to pursue a potential interest – to find out just what might happen between them – when Andre passes him his card and phone numbers. He wonders what the young man does for a living however, he’s so smitten by him, Chris doesn’t give it much further thought.

Little does the shop owner know, Andre actually works for his biggest competitor as a secret shopper and has been told to use any method necessary to find out the secrets of the shop. Andre is ordered to convince Christopher to sell his shop and become part of the national chain.

When Christopher finds out, he has a surprise for Andre and deals with him in a rather humorous way. Will he trust Andre once he finds out this fact? Will he give up his shop under the pressure the well-known franchise? Will this newly found romance beat the odds and move past this bump in the road to happiness for both Andre and Christopher?

With the song Manic Monday by the Bangles playing on the overhead, Jesse stood behind the cashier Wanda, getting orders for customers while Christopher finished putting the third batch of donuts in the oven. The owner always felt better when the store officially opened for business making him forget about the lack of sleep he got from the night prior or the fact he’d been in the restaurant since two a.m.

He pushed the double doors open as he came from the kitchen, watching the customers lining up in front of the register. They were ready to give their morning rush orders of coffee and donuts or bagels. Others who had time sat at the long laminate counter waiting for one of the waitresses to take their requests. Bigger groups of people or those who liked to take in the atmosphere sat in booths to sample the diner’s finest delicacies. Part of the charm of Christopher’s place was it catered to everyone in some form or fashion while offering great service. Something he knew that other place could provide.

While waving at a couple of regulars, Christopher started to help Jesse bag a few orders. Unlike most owners, he always chipped in to help on the front lines regardless if it were busy or not.

Jesse smacked him on the shoulder. “Yo dude, you look like you haven’t sleep in weeks.” The husky redheaded woman poured a cup of coffee for a lady in front of her.

“Well thanks,” he frowned. “I’m still being bombarded by calls from that place to get me to sell. They won’t quit. Don’t they get the message?”

“Apparently not. They been callin’ ya at home?”

“No on the cell and all because that one girl that used to work here got employed by them. They thought by doing that, they’d be able to pick up some secrets or learn something new about me, or the restaurant. Didn’t they know I brainwash my former workers,” he laughed.

“You wish. You just don’t share anything important which is smart, now me on the other hand,” She cocked an eyebrow. “I could be an asset to someone if they swayed me to leave.”

Christopher stopped immediately and glared at her. “You’d never.”

She drew up her lips. Within seconds she guffawed and smacked him on the back pretty hard. “Babe, no, never. I’m just messin’ wicha. I’d never leave your side. I told you the day Jayson died I’d help you run the place till we couldn’t do it anymore and I meant it. You know I’m a rebel at heart. I couldn’t go anywhere and work for “the man” and feel comfortable. I ain’t wearin’ no suit and tie for nobody.”

Christopher choked a little from the slap and let out a small sigh of relief. He didn’t know what he’d do without Jesse if she left. Good thing she always had such a good sense of humor and because he liked her as his second in command, he vowed never to piss her off if he could help it. Yes, they’d had run-ins a couple of times over various decisions but he knew most of the time the two of them would come to an agreement in the end.

“Well I’m glad about that.” He straightened his tie and shrugged his shoulders. “I need you here, Jess. No bones about that. Most days, I’m not sure what I’d do without your intellect.”

She blushed and chuckled. “Aw, Christopher, I swear if I didn’t like women and you didn’t like men we’d be a match made in heaven, right?”

A woman with a baby in front of them giggled and took her bag.

Christopher sighed, “Jesse, we really need to stop talkin’ about our personal business up here, huh?”

“Yes, duly noted boss man. Sooo…maybe we should go in the back so I can ask you about the dude I hooked you up with last week.” She nodded and turned to him.

“Um, nothin’ really to tell. I’m sorry Jesse, he’s just not what I’m looking for.”

The manager rolled her eyes. “Just what the hell are you searchin’ for in a man, Chris? You gotta lower your standards just a little don’t you? Ain’t no pretty boy with money and a squeaky clean disposition comin’ into your life any time soon.”

“That might be true but, well, he just didn’t do it for me. I liked that he’s self-sufficient, he’s pretty burly which I, erm, well, I’m not into overly muscular men. He doesn’t have to be a model but he does have to be easy on the eyes.” Christopher paused, “Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to talk about my business up here?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh sorry, let’s go in the back a moment then. I gotta hear the rest of this. Wanda, you okay hon, since the rush is about done?”

The younger blond nodded, “Yep, I’ll call ya’ if I need ya.”

“Great.” Jesse gripped Christopher’s shoulder. “To the back then chief to get another batch ready then, huh?”

“Yep. We’ll be back, Wanda.” Christopher went through the doors and Jesse followed him. He really enjoyed when he and Jesse could work and talk at once. Made the day go by a lot faster. If only he had something other than his seemingly desperate romantic situations to converse about.

Book One

Something Fresh Served Hot


A gay contemporary comedy which features a Chicago homophobe by the name of Jimmy LaCosta who works at a diner called the Greasy Spoon on the Northside of Chicago near Boys Town. While working, Jimmy meets the incoming manager, Alex Seidling, a young British man who his present boss is hiring to take his place as he retires.

After the initial meeting in which Jimmy feels uncomfortable with Alex's stares, Jimmy cultivates a friendship with Alex which develops into something totally different than he himself expects. This shocks him and he tries to fight it but because of his growing feelings he decides to pursue it despite all of what he has been taught.

Will he do what his body wants? Will Alex accept his advances even though he will soon become Jimmy’s boss?

Excerpt PG

Later on in the day, I was making my way to the john when I noticed Alex sitting down in George’s office looking over some papers. I was on my way out of the place since my shift was over and my hot night with Zena was in the next hour.

When we exchanged glances, he waved his hand at me. “Jimmy, hey, can you step inside a moment, please?”

I exhaled before going into the small space and closed the door behind me. I had been in George’s office a little too many times for my taste so needless to say, when I went in I was a little nervous about talking to the new boss to be in here.

Still, I thought this to be the perfect time to let Mr. Seidling know my boat doesn’t float that way. Once I got in, I sat in the wooden chair in front of the desk.

“Hey, Jimmy. I was just looking over some things and it seems like you’re in need of a raise my friend. How could you just let George stiff you all these years?” Alex shook his head while still glancing at the large sheet of paper.

I cocked an eyebrow. He was definitely right about this observation.

Okay, maybe he ain’t so bad after all.

I ran my hand though my brown mane. “Well, I need the job and um…well, I make okay money, or…”

“No you don’t, Jimmy,” he interrupted. “At the last restaurant I managed, the top cook was making twenty-two bucks an hour. The owner felt it was necessary to pay him well because he kept the customers happy. Not to mention, he was quick, polite…”

I cut him off. “Wait, did you just say twenty-two dollars, an hour?”

Alex chuckled, “Yeah man. You’re only making fourteen. Dude, seriously, you’re getting robbed, yeah. I’ll make sure I let George know he should raise you up to at least eighteen effective immediately.”

My eyes bulged when he said that number. I was trying to keep my excitement in but I couldn’t help it. All the things I could do with making eighteen dollars an hour. A new car, a better apartment than the rat hole I was staying in, and damn, some better clothes. I may be a cook but I like to look good when I step out with the ladies.

“Gods Jimmy, I cannot believe George mimics the guy on that cartoon, what’s his name?” He looked up at the ceiling and snapped his fingers.

I laughed when I thought of my favorite show other than Sportscenter. “Spongebob and you’re talking about Krabs…he’s a tight wad.”

Alex giggled and placed the papers on the furniture in front of him. He locked his eyes with mine, making me a tad uncomfortable. “That show is hilarious.”

We shared a laugh and even though we seemed to be getting along great I had to remember why I was here.

Man, I did come in here to tell him something…oh yeah…

I nodded, “Yep, it’s full of laughs. Hey…um Alex…I was uh, noticing the eye you were giving me earlier.”

Alex raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Yeah?”

Suddenly, I froze. As much as I wanted to tell him to stop staring me down like a piece of meat, I thought twice about how to phrase it, especially since the guy told me that he’d be telling George to give me a four dollar raise. I sighed. “Um, yeah dude, was there a reason why you were looking at me like that?”

Alex smacked his lips together and rolled his eyes. “Oh Jimmy let’s not play games here. You know I was checkin’ you out and don’t tell me that you don’t go that way because I really don’t care that you do. Besides, it’s nothing wrong with looking. Just because I’m taking a gander at your tight fitting jeans to go along with the snug, black tee shirt that you have on, it doesn’t necessarily mean I want you.”

I leaned back in my chair and turned up my lip. “Oh yeah, then what would you call it?” I crossed my legs. I had to hear this.

“Well Jimmy consider this, when you look at a tasty dish that catches your eye on a menu does that mean you have to order it? And, in your terms, being the macho heterosexual that you are, do you go after every girl you see walking by? Maybe you do. Let’s just stick to the first example, yeah?”

This guy’s a card.

It was true what he was saying but then after he completed his sentence, I wondered why he didn’t want me. “Well damn, why don’t you find me attractive?”

“Oh Jimmy, I didn’t say that. I just don’t see why I should order you at this time. There are plenty of obvious reasons. The most important being that you’re so fucking manly it hurts. I can tell just by the way you walked in here that you’re trying way too hard to be a man.” Alex leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face.

“What? That doesn’t make any sense.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked at him sideways.

“Fuck Jimmy, when we were in the kitchen you weren’t wearing any mitts or using a towel to get hot buns out of the oven. Why? Because you think it might show you as weak. You’re probably one of those who watches sports shows, drinks beer, and puts your hand down your pants while scratching your balls with your legs wide open, just because you think that’s manly.” He put his hands up, signaling quotes. “Ugh, I know you’re your type, Jimmy LaCosta. The name fits you too, Italian American, yeah?”

What the fuck, why did he just read me like a book?



Saturday, February 25, 2012

Welcome Cree Walker

If you like your stories to be a mixture of lust, romance and werewolves, then WHISPER ON A SCREAM by Cree Walker is the book for you.

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Whisper on a Scream by Cree Walker


The werewolves are dying. Years of war between the Born werewolves and bitten, along with a lack of healthy bloodlines, has taken its toll on the race and if something isn’t done soon they will all be gone within the next fifty years. They are a strong breed, but they have one major weakness that will probably end them all. Werewolves like their natural counterpart - the wolves breed for life; and if there is no mate, there is no life. A prolonged separation between mates can kill them more efficiently than any bullet ever could, and the Council are playing with fire when they use this very weakness against Sugar Lubec, the Born daughter of two Bitten parents, to carry the off-spring of Alpha Jack Coon. He is the leader of the largest werewolf pack in North America. Ending the war between the two groups is the only thing that can save the werewolves and bring Jack and Sugar together, but can they do it before they end up paying the ultimate price for their long separation; or will that price be the only thing that can end the war?


“Miss Lubec, though Alpha Coon's offer may be tempting, I must keep in mind the bloodlines from which you are descended. Your parents have killed off our race for over thirty years. They left you for dead and you were brought up by the human race. From looking through your records, I have come to the conclusion that you were raised to be a monster and you do it well. You showed signs of aggression at a very early age and showed no hesitation when it came to injuring people. Dangerous enough as a human woman, but a recipe for disaster as a werewolf because that is what you now are. As I see it, Miss Lubec, you are your mother's daughter right down to your good looks and quick wit.” Even though I knew nothing of my family, I now knew enough to know that this was a bad thing.

“But …” the second speaking member continued, “I am not the only member of this Council, and some feel you should be given a chance to thrive in a Pack-related environment, even if it is only an temporary experiment.”

The only person in the line up who looked at me was the woman on the end, Jack's relative. She was my saving grace, but she had a dangerous air about her. They say politics can corrupt an otherwise pure mind, and the longer you are exposed to them the worse it becomes – like standing next to a power plant and letting it turn your brain to cancer.

“Alpha Coon was right to offer the one thing we need, but I am denying you both that right. You will be allowed to live within the Pack for as long as you wish, but you will not be permitted to marry or have children within its ranks.” The woman at the end of the table flinched – as well as a woman of her age and condition could – but quickly covered it. I saw in that moment that she hadn't gotten the job for her lack of backbone or wit, and though she may have seemed decrepit, she was a force to be reckoned with. At the moment, I was just glad she seemed to be on my side.

Jack stood up, knocking his chair to the floor in his rush. “You're condemning her to death!” His features were twisted in hate and rage, as he pointed a finger towards the speaking elder.

I stood up and placed a hand on his extended arm lowering it gently. With it Jack's whole body sagged. It looked like my touch had the same affect on him as his did on me. A warrior's lace; the one thing that can soften a man of war is a woman's lace. A high school English teacher once told me why women like Lady Guinevere and Helen of Troy, though they were not the appointed leaders of their nations, could build them up according to the men they chose to love. The women could also be their death, depending on how the cards fell.

“No Mr. Coon, she will be permitted to marry outside the Pack if she chooses a human companion, but if you decide to once again ignore our commands, you will be punished with a death...hers.” The old man gave a confident nod of his head to signal the meeting's end and the group stood and filed out the way they came in, including the oldest woman, without a second glace in my direction.

Jack dropped his head into his hands when the room was empty. “They are testing my patience.” He voice made my lips curl into a frown. He sounded too confident for a man who feared this group so much.

I stood in back of his chair like a painted doll and stared at the clock...still ticking. Life goes on once again …

Friday, February 24, 2012


Shannon Leigh was gracious enough to let me promo I Wanna Sext U Up....please drop by if you get a chance. :o)

Happy Friday!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Welcome Ken Charles

Did you ever wonder what Cinderella did to her wicked step-sisters and step-mother after she married the prince? 

Well trust me when I say that THE MERCIES OF CINDERELLA will most assuredly show you how Ken Charles thought Cinderella should behave towards them in this book full of spanking, discipline and good old fashioned payback!

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Scintillating Synopsis

Payback is a bitch, and so at times is Cinderella. Cinderella is about to marry Prince Charming. Her evil Step Mother and Stepsisters have been convicted of high treason for their conspiracy to prevent the Prince from finding his true love, and are awaiting sentencing. Before the Prince passes sentence, Cinderella asks to take them into her custody for a year to determine whether she may speak on their behalves. The Prince grants her request, and remands the Step relations to one year under the tender mercies of Cinderella.

During this year, while Cinderella basks in the boundless love of the Prince and the joy of her first pregnancy, she applies the hard lessons she learned growing up to her Stepsisters, expressing her concern for their moral edification and well being with various paddles, straps, and even the scopula of a giant trap-door spider. The Step Mother, who taught her that nothing in life is free, has to pay for her keep with sexual favors for all who provide her with any goods or services.

Enticing Excerpt

The guard removed Elder’s hood. She blinked twice as her eyes adjusted to the light. Cinderella stood several feet in front of her next to two gorgeous, matching, frilly, pink gowns. Cinderella turned and smiled, and held up the sleeve of the longer gown.

“Elder, dear sister. Welcome. Do you like it?”

“It is stunning, Cinder, uh Milady.”

“Yes, it is. It will be a glorious complement to my own gown. Remove your dress.”

Elder quickly unfastened and removed her dress. She started forward, but stopped when Cinderella held up her hand.

“We do not have much time. The wedding is in less than three hours, and I have to go get dressed. However, since I promised Step Mother that you and Younger would stand up at the wedding, I want to make sure that everything is in order.”

Cinderella nodded, and large strong hands gripped Elder’s arms, and turned her around. She saw, for the first time, two punishment blocks. A gagged Younger was strapped to the first, bare-bottomed and totally immobilized. She was led to the second and forced face down on the block. A ball gag was thrust into her mouth. Wide straps across her back and waist prevented her from rising. Her hands were cuffed and stretched out and tied in front of her. Her legs were separated slightly and tied down at the ankles. Elder felt a slight chill as her drawers were opened, and her bottom bared.

Cinderella, wearing a thick leather glove, walked in front of the pair, carrying a wicked scourge. She swished it in front of Elder several times. A cold sweat ran down both of Elder's underarms.

“Since I promised Step Mother that you two would stand up at my wedding, and I always keep my promises, I have to ensure that you will not be tempted to sit down. This is the scopula of a giant trap-door spider from the island of Gilmorragh. It is very tough, and does not wear out easily. But you have to be careful handling it, because it is very irritating to the touch.”

Cinderella walked around behind the unfortunate pair, and swished the scopula several times to ensure that she had their full attention. If the fearful swish failed to get their attention, then certainly the first whoosh of the initial slash would do the trick. Cinderella handed the scourge to a gloved guard, and returned in front of the blocks. Cinderella bent over and kissed each of her stepsisters on the forehead.

“Don’t cry, dearest sisters. I know you’re happy for me.”

Cinderella nodded, and the guard brought down the first of two dozen lashes each, beginning with Elder. Even through the ball gag, her shriek was impressive. Younger was no less enthusiastic.

Whoosh thwap!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Welcome Lisa Worrall

A huge thank you to Amber for having me at her place today J

Always Hope has been a bit of a labour of love for me.  I was going to submit it to my publisher when it was done, not thinking that I wouldn’t.  Then my lovely co-writing partner on Continental Divide (release date 9 March 2012), who had had such success with self-publishing, suggested I give it a go. I thought to myself, a bit like Dr Pepper, “What’s the worst that could happen?”  If it was a good idea, I’d sell some books, and if it wasn’t, I hadn’t really lost anything.  I will, however, admit that I was scared poopless when it went live on Sunday 18 February.  What if no one likes it?  What if no one buys it?

Luckily, I seem to have some die hard fans who seem to like what I do and are supporting me all the way.  Although it’s nerve-wracking when you think about all the things you have to do yourself that your publisher normally handles – but it’s exciting too.  Exciting to think that you are in total control of your work and I’d recommend it.  Stressful – but worth it J

And here’s a little taste of Always Hope.  I hope you enjoy it J

Ash Watts has his life exactly how he wants it: burgeoning career, gorgeous boyfriend, and an apartment with a fabulous view of LA. But his perfect world comes crashing down around his ears when he learns of his only sister's untimely death. A small town isn't all he finds when he lands in Freedom, Alabama for Annie's funeral. This small town is brimming with secrets; secrets that could change Ash's life forever. 

Kaleb Gibson, honest-to-God cowboy, and native of Freedom, born and bred, found his best friend the moment Annie Watts breezed into town. Her death left a gaping hole in his heart, and while Annie's brother may have her same dark hair and green eyes, Kaleb refuses to lose his heart all over again, and he can’t forgive the man for neglecting his sister when she needed him most.

Revelations from Annie's Will throw Kaleb and Ash together in ways they never imagined. Will Kaleb be able to carry out Annie’s last wishes without killing her beloved brother and without revealing a secret from his own past that could destroy everything? And will Ash stick around long enough to see that Freedom may hold an even more perfect life than he could have imagined?


Kaleb tossed the suitcase in the back of his truck and then climbed in behind the wheel. He started the engine and opened his window to let in the warm summer breeze and waited for Ash to hoist himself into the passenger seat. “You might wanna open your window, it’s hotter ‘n a whorehouse on nickel night in here.” As Ash fumbled with the inside panel of the door, Kaleb rolled his eyes when he realized what the man was looking for. He leaned across him and his lips curled at the gasp from Ash when his arm brushed against a firm thigh. Kaleb gripped the lever and wound the window down until the pane had completely disappeared into its housing. “This is a mint condition 1969 Chevy C10, City Boy. There ain’t no electric windows here, you’re in the South now.”

After negotiating the traffic around the airport, Kaleb pulled out onto the freeway and headed towards home. He glanced over at Ash and frowned at how pale the guy was. “When did you last sleep?” The question was out before he could stop it. Not that he’d planned to be anything other than civil, he’d merely decided he wasn’t going out of his way to be nice. This was the guy who’d left Annie high and dry, and he was the guy who’d seen the sadness in her eyes as she’d made excuse after excuse for the man who didn’t return her calls.

“Excuse me?” Ash turned to look at him and Kaleb was struck once again by the green of the man’s eyes. Now that they were out of the harsh fluorescent lighting of the airport, he could see that while there were obvious similarities between brother and sister, Ash’s eyes weren’t as vibrant a green as Annie’s. More like the ocean on a stormy day, and— what the fuck does it matter what color his eyes are? You’re giving him a ride, not painting his fucking portrait.

“You look like you’ve been put through the mill and hung up wet,” Kaleb said gruffly, returning his gaze to the road, angry with himself for being sucked in by the air of fragility about the man, despite his tall, lean frame. “Didn’t you sleep on the plane?”

“Oddly enough, no,” Ash snapped. “I was too busy thinking about my sister’s funeral to catch a few 'z’s'.”

“Shame you didn’t think about her more often when she was alive,” Kaleb countered, unable to keep the venom from his voice. Nice, Gibson, kick the man when he’s down why don’t ya? Kaleb ignored his inner voice’s scathing retort. Ash wasn’t the only one who was down, but they all had to keep going. Was he supposed to treat the asshole with kid gloves? Watts wasn’t the only one who was grieving. He’s her brother! He didn’t care. Just because Ash and Annie shared the same blood, didn’t mean anything. He, Kaleb Gibson, had been more of a brother to Annie Watts than this sack of rich city boy shit. His own heart weighed too heavy in his chest to care about Ash’s feelings.

“I beg your pardon? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Ash said in stunned amazement, turning his now angry gaze on Kaleb.

“You’re the writer, figure it out,” Kaleb spat, his fingers tightening on the wheel.

“You don’t know anything about me, or Annie.”

“I know she sat by the phone night after night waiting for your calls… calls that never fucking came. I know she cut out every clipping of every article you ever wrote. I know she was prouder of you than you had any right to.” The look Kaleb shot Ash was filled with disgust. “So quite frankly, City Boy, I already know more about you than I care to.” He knew he’d hit a nerve when spots of red flamed in Ash’s pale cheeks and for a nano-second, he wanted to take the words back—for a nano-second. Maybe it would do the man good to hear some home truths.

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