Thursday, August 29, 2013

Welcome Lexi Post

Tell us about your current release.
I write erotic romances inspired by the classics, so it was Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short story “Rappaccini’s Daughter” that inspired Passion’s Poison. Hawthorne’s Beatrice Rappaccini takes care of her father’s scientific experiments — poisonous flowers. She has become poisonous herself, though the reader is never sure if her father created her that way or if it was from the flowers. My Beatrice is also poisonous, only she must expel her poisons through sex in order to survive. The problem is that when she does, it makes her partners very ill and she actually sent her first boyfriend into a coma! So she is careful to keep her relationships to one-night stands. That is until she meets Zach.
Zach Woodman is a chainsaw artist with a beautiful log home in the next town over. Bea falls for him, but she doesn’t want to kill him. Zach is excited by Bea, but doesn’t want it to last too long because his past fiancées have all died in accidents. He’s accepted his bachelorhood as a mandate of fate. Still, when he meets Bea, he wants more than his usual three nights. What he doesn’t realize is that sex with her could kill him.

Tell us about your next release.
My next release will come out in 2014. I chose Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” for my inspiration.  In my story, the heroine is the original Katrina Van Tassel, but the hero is a descendent of the original Headless Horseman. It takes place in Sleepy Hollow, New York during the Washington Irving festival. Irving’s story is so detailed that I have been able to use the same scenery, character names, horses, and even the types of trees directly from his story, but mine story has a twist. I can’t say much more, but I will say even the original Headless Horseman shows up, well, sort of ;-)

Has someone helped or mentored you in your writing career?
I have had a great author, Jennifer Ashley/Allyson James, as my role model. She has been very kind over the years to advise me on the industry when I had questions and has always encouraged me. This is inspiring for me as I have never had someone as a role model before, and I still have “fan girl” moments when I am around her. She is such a nice person and so successful that I can’t help it.

When was your first sale?
I signed my first contract on Halloween in 2012. The offer had come earlier, but the contract had to be worked out. I am thrilled with my editor at Ellora’s Cave and had a great time hanging out with her at RWA’s National Conference this year. Pitched her a couple series ideas and she challenged me to write a short novella, so more will hopefully be coming from me next year J

When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?
I write after the sun goes down. That’s when I am most creative. The daytime is for analytical work, like revisions, edits, polishing, marketing, etc. I don’t have a set amount of time. When I am writing a rough draft as I am now, I write for a couple hours at a time.

What does your family think of your writing career?
They are all thrilled. In fact, it has become a family effort. After my first book, Masque, came out in March, I did a blog tour and wanted to giveaway something special. My sister found these amazing Venetian masks made in Italy, and since my characters in that book wore masks to each Pleasure Room, they were perfect. Mom wanted to help, so she bought the masks and my sister sent them out to winners. Then when I started writing Sleepy Hollow, I found I needed some Dutch words and phrases. Lucky me, my dad’s family is Dutch. My aunt contacted her cousin and her son and they are sending me Dutch phrases I can use. And yes, my aunt has already read Masque and loved it.

Do you have critique partners or beta readers?
I do. I don’t know what I would do without them! My chapter by chapter critique partner is Marie Patrick. We write completely different types of romance and have completely different processes, but somehow that works out perfectly. I have another critique partner, Lyndee Henderson who is awesome with the synopsis critiques. My beta reader is actually my sister. She is an avid romance reader and is brutally honest and always right on the money. One time, she pointed out so many holes in a manuscript I had half-finished that I decided to drop it because it needed too much work. I may go back to it someday, when I feel ready to fix it.

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

I do use a pen name. Lexi was the easy part as that was what my family called me growing up. The last name was harder. I didn’t want to use the family name as I wasn’t sure how everyone would feel about the erotic piece of what I write. The same went for my mother’s family. So I decided to use my biological father’s last name. I’ve never met him, but my mom assured me it was a red, hot lover affair that produced  me (her words, not mine), so I thought it fitting.

What do you do to unwind and relax?
Well, I live on an island. Relaxing is easy, but that implies stress and there isn’t a lot here. The pace of life is slow. My biggest stressor is meeting a writing deadline. I have gentle waves as background noise all day and all night. I have Caribbean breezes that rustle the palm tree leaves. I have soft white sand and warm turquoise blue water. I also have a bit of reluctance every time I have to leave the island J

Tell us about your favorite fan letter you have received.
I’m a fairly new author so I haven’t received many, but there are a couple. One person said she had read my first book, Masque, four times! Another person said that she had a book hangover and she pitied the book that came next in her To Be Read pile. Those kind of comments make me want to write more and better. I feel a responsibility to keep my readers happy. Besides, writing makes me happy.

Passion’s Poison

Beatrice Rappaccini is tired of the one-night stands that keep her alive. Tired of the illness she causes when she releases her sexual poisons into her partners. But when she meets Zach Woodman, everything changes. Desperate for what she can’t have, she puts her heart and life on the line, ignoring the anonymous letters warning her to stay away from Zach.
Zach Woodman, logger turned chainsaw artist, has the perfect life, but no one to share it with after the deaths of the women he loved. Fascinated by the sexually experienced yet naïve Bea, he promises himself he will end their hot relationship before fate takes another beautiful woman from the world.
But he discovers Bea has no idea how to have a relationship, and he is perplexed by her strange behavior, hippie mother, six fathers and her request to give him every man’s sex fantasy. It is only when he might lose her that he realizes he must make a decision that will break his heart either way.

She devoured him with her gaze. His chest appeared a golden brown in the fire’s light and his pectorals looked harder than granite, dwarfing his dark, erect nipples. She licked her lips. “Are you cold?”
His seductive grin sent chills racing through her body, readying it for what was to come.
“No, I’m burning up. Want to feel?”
“Yes.” She stood and ran her fingers through the short black hairs covering his contoured torso. They were so soft against the hardness of his muscles that she wanted to stroke his body for hours. She traced her fingers around his nipples, causing the tips to harden more. Her own nipples ached in response as she dropped her hands.
He took a deep breath, causing his chest to grow larger before her eyes until he released it. Following the dark line of hair with her gaze, she itched to slip her fingers into his blue jeans and cradle the hard cock that moved as she stared. Would it be long or thick or ruddy or crooked or—
“Your turn.”
“What?” Startled from her focused concentration, she glanced up to see him raise his eyebrow.
“Fair’s fair. I want to see you without your shirt.”
Moisture seeped along her folds at his words. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but in a much different way than her normal sex partners. Her attraction to him had nothing to do with her toxic body. Plus, she liked him. What could she do? She could refuse. He would respect her decision, but she wanted this. How could she keep him from coming inside her, from taking her poisons into his body? She didn’t want to hurt him.
She licked her lips and started to unbutton her sweater. Her mind raced as she let the garment drop on the couch. Hungry for him like no other man she’d been with, she searched for a solution. She pulled the dainty camisole over her head and stood in her lacy pink bra.
He lost his grin as his gaze feasted on her cleavage.
She had to think, but his look, combined with the moisture between her legs, made it difficult for her mind to cooperate.
He gazed into her eyes. “Take off your bra.”
Her heart beat so fast she had a difficult time breathing. Placing her hand between her breasts to calm herself, she unhooked the front clasp of her Fredrick’s bra. His gaze riveted to where her hands separated the two cups, and she shrugged herself out of them.
“You’re beautiful, like the snowfall. Delicate, soft and perfectly formed.”
Her heart melted at his words, but she remained still, wanting his hands upon her, and yet afraid of the fire he started within her.
He stepped closer and massaged her breasts as if he knew they had been uncomfortable in their confines. When he touched her areolas, stroking until the skin puckered into ridges, he caused her nipples to harden to painful tips. She ached inside her core for this man’s cock. She wanted him to the hilt, filling her.
He groaned. “I could eat you right here.”

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Welcome Heather Peters!

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Florist Isabella Beaumont, through no fault of her own, is about to lose her business. She might as well lose her soul.  With no other options she turns to Lyon Sauvage, a man she dismissed from her life five years earlier. But is she willing to pay the unexpected price of ultimate submission?
Enigmatic millionaire Lyon Sauvage lost Isabella once. He has no intention of opening his heart and suffering that mistake again. When she appears on his doorstep desperate for help, Lyon presents her with a proposition she has no choice but to accept. But will his revenge get her out of his system? Or condemn him to greater heartbreak?


After all these years, Isabella would finally belong to him.
Lyon sat behind his desk, the echo of her stormy exit adding agony to his pounding headache. Isabella left behind a trail of sultry, seductive scents that hardened him like stone.
Still as beautiful as the day they met, Isabella possessed a fiery personality, a sensual nature, and with a body so alluring and quietly sexual, a man would gladly brave the depths of hell to touch.
Tomorrow his plan to possess her would become reality. Lyon's methods may have been a bit unorthodox, yet he didn't mistake the way her eyes heated when his cock ground into the silk of her skirt. Her moan of arousal awakened a longing deep inside him, and he sensed a spark of something that even in her denial, still remained. Isabella needed help to realize who and what she wanted. Would the long weekend provide her with the proof she needed to realize they belonged together? He would not force her to stay. At the end of weekend, if she insisted on leaving him, he'd let her go.
As for tomorrow, she would be true to her word. If she wanted to save her precious father and his business, she would come to him.
Whether she'd been gone five years or fifty, Lyon had never forgotten her. Hell, he thought he'd die when she ended their friendship. Yes, he knew she'd been in love with David. But since the day they'd met, Lyon felt a connection between them, a deep sensation that he couldn’t explained away. He wanted her then. Truth be told, he wanted and would welcome her now.
In the empty years without her in his life, meaningless sex with many lovely women of his acquaintance satisfied his body, but no woman had ever captured his heart as Isabella.

Now, the beautiful Isabella would be his, and he would show her what possessing a woman really meant. He'd teach her things, the likes of which she'd never dreamed.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

A Special Thanks

I'd like to give a shout out to all those readers buying my books this month. I'm not sure where you came from, but I appreciate the support. :o)

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Guest Blogging

Today I'm visiting Tina Donahue and giving away a copy of Operation: Second Honeymoon. Drop by for a chance to win!

Friday, August 16, 2013

Operation: Second Honeymoon

Have you checked out my July release?


On the verge of their tenth anniversary, Cole is planning a surprise gift aboard a boat for his wife Avery. Bathing suits are optional - preferably left behind. The only other thing they need to make this weekend perfect? Owen their next door neighbor.

Out on the open sea, Avery will find herself tied to the rails being tortured in the sweetest ways imaginable. The men take her to delicious heights, only to leave her hanging - if only momentarily. When she demands an orgasm she oversteps the boundaries Cole and Owen have but in place. The two men spank her back into submission. There's nothing like red cheeks to ignite the flames of desire in Cole.

After a tremulous six months of clawing their way back together, Avery is ready to accept the help she needs to fix the marriage her husband has fought so hard to save. Will a weekend of hot, sweaty sex be enough to rescue them?


“You okay in there, honey?”
The knock on the bathroom door startled her.
Damn you, Cole. Why couldn’t you stay outside a few more minutes?
“Just fine. I’m getting changed.”
“With the door locked? Since when do you lock the door, or shut it, for that matter.”
“Sorry, honey.” She hid the vibe in the striped towel and unlocked the bathroom door. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
She avoided looking him in the eyes. Avery knew she was a terrible liar.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a bit jumpy today.”
She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
“I’m just fine. How was your day?” Did you go have a quickie with your friend Lynne? As tempted as she was to ask the question aloud, she refrained.
“Not as good as yours obviously. I didn’t have time to play around in the pool.”
“Oh that. That was nothing.” She brushed it off with a swat of her hand. “I really need to get dressed and back to work.”
Avery turned around to find her clothes. As she bent to put her underwear on, Cole came up behind her and rubbed his fingers across her pussy.
“Well, well, well. If my wife isn’t drenched. Did someone come?”
Avery held her breath and tried to think of a good reason for being wet. There wasn’t one.
“I needed a quick orgasm to relieve some job-related stress. I used my finger vibrator for a speedy result.”
“Really? And you knew I was home. I could’ve given that clitty a good tongue licking. What’s up with that?”
“Honey, you know I’d give anything for you to lick my pussy, but I’m superbusy. One swipe of the tongue leads to a bunch of other things that I just don’t have time for.”
“Like a blowjob for me?”
“Exactly. I only needed to relieve some stress, but if you’re going to make a big deal out of this, my quickie will be wasted.” She pretended to be angry. She wanted to get dressed and head back downstairs to the safety of her desk. She didn’t want Cole to know her pulse raced, and she didn’t want to spill the beans about the e-mail she’d read. If she gave it away without proof, he’d deny it. She needed time to collect her thoughts. Instead of devising a plan of attack, she’d planned a seduction. Only she never had time to ask Owen the magic question.
The quick orgasm was exactly what she’d needed to ease the ache in her pussy. Now, as her breathing returned to normal, she had to get dressed.
“Are you sure your relief is only stress-related?”
She stopped breathing. What was Cole suggesting?
“Of course it’s stress-related. Why else would I do it alone?”
“Exactly what I wanted to know.”
He moved closer, and Avery felt his warm breath on her neck. His cock pressed against her skin. Shit, he was rock hard and ready for sex. She didn’t have time right now. She should be working, not standing her in her bathroom naked and about to be taken by her husband. A husband she suspected was cheating on her.
“Cole, I’m confused by what you’re asking.” She feigned innocence. If he was saying what she thought, this conversation could get ugly.
“Avery, you know exactly what I mean. This,” he said while gliding his finger over the folds of her pussy, “this isn’t from being stressed by your job. This is from being so close to Owen. Would you like to fuck him?”
“What? Absolutely not. Why would you ask me something like that? You know I’d never cheat.” Unlike you.
Avery’s chest rose and fell as her heart raced. She didn’t like the direction this conversation was taking.
“I’m not suggesting cheating. I’m suggesting a threesome.”