Fran Lee - New Releases!!!!!

Buy Link: http://www.ellorascave.com/switch-me-on.html
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Blurb:

Kurt Masters is Celia Roberts’ nemesis and complete opposite, until a freak lightning bolt and a magic spell gone awry change everything. Now he’ll learn what it really means to be a woman on the receiving end of an alpha male’s attentions.
Celia has often wished she could get inside Kurt’s head—she never dreamed she’d find herself walking around in his body. With a whole new set of hormones to handle, her boss’s new body starts to look like an intriguing treat.

Inside Scoop: This book contains scenes of body-swapped sex.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave



Coming Soon and Available for Pre-Order!

Men of Calder County boxed set: http://www.amazon.com/Men-Calder-County-unleashed-unforgettable-ebook/dp/B00N1LNDF4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1409244371&sr=1-1&keywords=men+of+calder+county    

Their Alpha Bitch: http://www.amazon.com/Their-Alpha-Bitch-Fran-Lee-ebook/dp/B00N2ZWWVA/ref=sr_1_15?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1409244428&sr=1-15

Fran Lee - New Release and Contest Alert

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Blurb:

Running away from heartache is easier than facing it. But when Chellie runs from a bad relationship with a cheating ex and lands smack-dab in the arms of a hot and sexy stranger who thinks she was born to be his mate, could things get any weirder?
They sure can…especially when she discovers she’s a closet nymphomaniac and he’s a shape-shifting explosion of animal magnetism she simply can’t resist.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave



Contest Alert:
Skinwalker's Woman is out, and my new release contest is in full swing!  Drop on over to my website and follow the contest rules to win one of dozens of prizes, including a $20 Amazon gift certificate (or Barnes & Nobel if you prefer), copies of my new release and/or other books, cover flats autographed by the infamous Fran Lee, cover keychains, cover fridge magnets, and a multitude of Halloween classic e-books...everyone who enters wins some prize!  However, to win the big one, you must answer the questions correctly.  So drop over to my contest page and check it out. Enter to win, and the winners will be announced on my Facebook page and blog on October 26, 2013.

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Guest Interview - Fran Lee

Today I get to welcome one of my favorite Friends - Fran Lee. I had the honor of meeting her in person last year at RomantiCon and she's just one of the sweetest women you'll ever meet. Oh and she writes fantastic books too. :o)



How did you start your writing career?
I wrote for many years, but never really did much about getting my books published until after I retired from my career with the government. I had subbed one many years earlier, and was told it was “too hot” for the publisher to handle. 20 years later, it was “not hot enough”. LOL! Had to heat it up a bit. I resubbed the revised manuscript in 2008, was contracted…and my first book Out of Her Dreams (http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7256-out-of-her-dreams.aspx) was released in 2009.

Tell us about your favorite character from your books.
I think my favorite character out of all of them is Lee Blackhorse from Nothing But Sex http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8365-nothing-but-sex.aspx
She is so much like me it’s scary. But then, why not write yourself into your character? LOL! Timid because of a very bad marriage, she eschews men totally until the right younger man knocks down her carefully constructed defenses. Humor and hot sex…and a gorgeous hero to die for. I loved writing her…

Tell us about your current release.
My most recent release is a compilation of two of my novellas, titled Hard Work, Hot Boss http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9509-hard-work-hot-boss.aspx , a print release that I like to call The Working Girls Collection. It includes Jillian’s Job http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7850-jillians-job.aspx and Woman on Fire http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8602-woman-on-fire.aspx. I was signing copies for readers at Romanticon a couple of weeks back. That’s always a huge rush!

Has someone been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?
Actually, I always wanted to be a writer. It just sort of came with the territory when I was born, I guess. I was jotting stories onto college ruled paper for many years before they invented the computer. LOL! Tells you how old I am, right?
When was your first sale? November 2008. I was contracted by Ellora’s Cave for Out of Her Dreams.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?
Well, mostly it’s just getting myself to sit down and start writing. Been pretty lazy over the past year. Got into a writing funk and sat around like a lump. Sigh. The hardest part is simply starting. Once I have that done, it sort of rips right along.

What does your family think of your writing career?
They think it’s great! Of course, a couple of them refuse to read my books because they blush when they realize that hot, sexy book was written by…gasp…MOM! But those who read them are always asking me for more.

Who are your books published with?
Ellora’s Cave Publishing http://www.jasminejade.com/m-554-fran-lee.aspx has 10 of my books, and Resplendence Publishing http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/145.html has three (all three are now in print as well).

What do you think makes a good story?
A deliciously believable love story with wonderfully real characters…humor…heat…and of course, a happy ever after. And the relationship MUST be realistic and loving. Even in “Romantica” there must be a plausible and gripping story…not just hot sex tossed onto every page to keep the pages turning. Romantica is erotic, sensuous romance…not erotica.

What books have most influenced your life?
War and Peace…Ben Hur….Anastasia….Seven Pillars of Wisdom…The Sheik…Jane Eyre…Pride and Prejudice…ummm…I could go on forever, so I’ll stop here.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
An artist. Unfortunately that took more work than I was willing to put out. LOL! All I wanted to draw was horses…horses…horses. I always had a marvelous imagination though, so when I realized being an artist was out, I dreamed of being an author. Or a movie star. Obviously I never made it into movies.

What is your favorite meal?
Food!

What do you do to unwind and relax?
I watch movies and read.

What hobbies do you actively pursue?
Younger men. Um….scratch that. I have no hobbies. No life. I write. No time for hobbies now.

What would we find under your bed?
OMG! You DON’T want to go there…I haven’t looked under there in years! When the cats go under there, they probably feast on spiders and big mice. At least I always know there are no monsters under there.

Tell us about your favorite fan letter you have received.
A wonderful letter from a woman who told me she had re-read every one of my books at least five times and is eagerly awaiting the next one (Uncertainly Yours) that is currently in edits with Ellora’s Cave. I actually cried, it was so sweet.

Road Trip

I’m about to embark on a road trip with my DH. He’s my true life hero. He knows how much I hate to fly so he offered to drive with me. It’s a ten hour journey and I tend to get cranky when in the car for long periods of time, IF we get stuck in traffic. On our last trip in July what should’ve been a six hour trip turned into nine when we got stuck in NYC. It took us three hours to move two miles. I was driving and let me tell you it wasn’t pretty when we emerged. :o)
So where are we going? To RomantiCon, Ellora’s Cave conference for their readers, authors and aspiring writers. It runs from October 7th thru the 10th this year and I’m thrilled to be going. I’m armed with loads of giveaways. If you happen to be in the Richfield, OH area do stop in on Sunday for the Book Fair and say hello. I’ll have goodies during my book signing too.
As the time draws near I’m starting to grow nervous. It’s not shock that I’m a terribly shy person. I tend to be the one hiding in the corner afraid something stupid will come out of my mouth. I try to blend in the background taking in everything others are saying. I rarely offer an opinion on anything. This is where my husband comes in handy. He’s a social butterfly. He’ll strike up a conversation with just about anyone and offer his opinion whether or not you want it. (This is where I cringe) LOL
I know I’ll be surrounded by great friends like Regina Carlysle, Fran Lee, Cindy Spencer Pape and Anny Cook just to name a few.
For someone who suffers from stage freight as much as I do you’d think I was crazy to agree to host a reader based workshop with Fran Lee. I’ve thought about backing out many times, but I couldn’t do that to Fran. She’s such a wonderful person. I’m going to overcome my fears and move forward. BUT if you hear about a red-face blubbering idiot chances are it was me. LOL
I’ll be sure to take lots of pics to share with you. For those who adore the cavemen as much as me, I’ll be sure to get them too.

Until next week!

PS...don't forget I'll have few special guests so check back and show them some love.

A Good Day

First off I have to give a big Thank You to the wonderful and talented Selena Illyria, who has once again pointed me in the direction of an awesome review of mine. I also would like to thank Theresa, at The Romance Studio for the fantastic review of Adrift.
As all writers’ do, I fretted over how this new book would be received. It was my first time writing M/M/F. I’ve written many ménage’s, but they were all M/F/M. Adrift was a hit with TRS. A Five Heart review! To read it go here:
http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/adriftskyze.htm
In other news I’ve finished my latest wip, a contemporary M/F, called Sex on the Beach (tentatively titled). I’m going to let it sit for a few days before I edit and send it off.
The warm weather had returned to New England. I spent a few hours on the pool deck yesterday and hope to get a few more in today. The day job has quieted down for this month so I get to enjoy some leisure time. Also all my promo stuff is pretty much done for Romanticon. I can’t believe it’s only two weeks away. I can’t wait to meet all my awesome friends and fellow authors.
Fran Lee and I will be doing a Reader based workshop. I’ll also be joining the lovely ladies of the Cougar Challenge series for a workshop…oh and tomorrow I’ll be showcasing my lovely new Cougar cover art. The lovely Syneca has worked her magic yet again.
Happy Thursday!

Fran Lee's Newest Release

I received my cover art for Adrift. I absolutely love it. There’s only one small issue and I’m waiting to see how it’s handle. Hopefully I’ll be able to show it to you by Tuesday. Only 11 more days until my first release with Loose-Id. I’m very excited. I’ll also be celebrating the release of Book 2 of the Freedom Fantasies series: Spend The Night With Me, the very next day.
Yesterday I didn’t get any writing done, but I managed to capture my dream from the night before. It was a vivid dream of a spaceship coming looking for me. My husband was holding a tiny baby boy on his chest, but it wasn’t my real life husband. It was the guy I based my hero on, from Dante’s Desire. Who cares you ask? Well, I’m writing an alien based story, or will be starting one soon. This dream gave me a glimpse into my story. I’ve heard other writers say they dream their stories all the time and I thought they were crazy – until it happened to me! LOL Go figure right.
Anyway, I’m struggling to finish my second submission to Loose-Id. I’m at 10k and it needs another 15k. I must write this weekend.
In other news, Hurricane Earl was threatening us, but has been downgraded to a Tropical Storm. We are expected to get heavy rains and strong gusts of winds, but not the original weather they predicted. YAY. They also said we shouldn’t be concerned with flooding. Another HUGE YAY. Our state is still recovering from the historic floods in March. We can’t afford any more flooding right now.
I’m going to end today with the newest release from my lovely talented friend Fran Lee. I’ve been waiting for this book to become available and it has today. I say rush over to EC and grab your copy! Here’s a little taste of what you’ll get from Woman On Fire.

Blurb:

Azrael Thunder Horse never thought another Anglo woman could possibly knock him for a loop after leaving Hollywood. Despite the instant shot of lust he feels when he first lays eyes on his new Native American Studies teacher, he’s determined to get rid of her. After all…she misled him with that damn Indian name of hers! But the stubborn redhead has a thing or two to say when he tries to fire her.

Cheyenne Red Wolf has never met a more maddening, arrogant, downright irritating man. He hates her on sight. Too bad he’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen…and her new boss. The man tried to fire her because she wasn’t a “real” Indian. Good thing he can’t stand her, because she sure as hell wouldn’t be able to say no to all that sexy, hardheaded, Lakota masculinity.

An Excerpt From: WOMAN ON FIRE
Copyright © FRAN LEE, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Can I help you?” Her quickly pasted-on smile was polite and pleasant. Probably a parent, checking out the new teacher. Damn. They didn’t build single males like him these days.
Night-dark eyes slid past her, wandered around the classroom slowly, and then returned to her. Eyes that would normally have set her pulse off like a shot, but these held a cold, aloof quality that let her know she was beneath his interest.
“Is Ms. Red Wolf still here?” The dark-chocolate voice held a quiet, tense note.
“I’m Cheyenne Red Wolf.” She repeated the polite smile. “How can I help you?”
The look of shock in those obsidian eyes made her bite back a grin. It wasn’t an unusual reaction to her definitely un-Indian looks attached to a very Indian name. But the desire to grin dissolved the instant those eyes turned angry.
“You are Cheyenne Red Wolf? Our new Native American Studies teacher?” Every word was clipped and reflected a fury that was barely held at bay.
She moved away from the bookshelf and resisted the urge to cross her arms defensively over her chest. The animosity rolling off that man was enough to choke her. It was only through sheer willpower that she didn’t cut and run. He took a step toward her and she had to crane her neck to meet his glare. She drew herself up to her tallest possible height which wasn’t much over five foot six in shoes and lifted her chin slightly in answer to his unspoken but clearly heard challenge. Damn! She wished now that she’d worn heels.
Forcing her voice to remain softly calm wasn’t easy. “I am. And you are…?” she coached gently, refusing to retreat as he invaded her personal space with all that hulking, broad-shouldered menace he exuded.
His eyes moved from the copper-penny red hair she’d dragged back into a bun before her first class, all the way down her fuzzy blue cardigan sweater and travel-wrinkled beige linen slacks to her vintage fifties penny loafers, then back with a disbelieving insolence that was as insulting as it was scary. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to take a few steps back and get a desk between them, but she’d be damned if she’d let him intimidate her.
She had no real reason to fear him, after all—it was broad daylight and they were in a school full of—empty classrooms. Oh, shit. As the realization hit her that regular classes had let out over half an hour ago, and most of the teachers were gone for the day, she inhaled slowly and wondered if maybe it might be wiser if she turned tail and sprinted for the still open door.
But her common sense returned after one panicky moment, and she frowned at her own silliness. What the hell was he gonna do? Attack her? He was understandably shocked to find a non-Native American woman teaching a class that should by all rights be taught by a Native American. There were a lot of Native Americans who resented what she did, simply because she was not one of them. Not really. And being one in spirit didn’t quite cut the mustard.
She made a point of glancing at her watch and lifted her eyes back to his face. “I really can’t take time to go over lesson plans right now. If you’ll just tell me which student is yours, I can give you a call tomorrow—”
“There’s been a mistake, Ms. Red Wolf.” The voice was low and controlled.
“A mistake?” She had to work damn hard to keep a tremor of anger out of her own voice.
Those almost-too-damn-sexy-to-be-real lips twisted into a sneer as he seemed to loom even closer in the suddenly airless classroom. “A big one.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she hated the fact that she was shaking under his glare. “If you have a problem with me teaching this class, you’ll need to take it up with Mr. Wyatt or Ms. Running Deer of the school board. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have someone waiting.” A lie was better than letting him think she had no backup here.
“He can keep on waiting.” The clipped statement startled her, but only because it was coupled with another forward movement of that intimidating body that had somehow moved so close she could feel the heat sizzling off him through her clothes.
This guy had absolutely no friggin’ concept of personal space.
She suddenly decided that retreat was entirely acceptable under such unfriendly fire. She took a quick step backward and felt the bite of a wooden desk on the soft flesh of her fanny. The startled gasp she gave seemed to make those nearly black eyes darken even more, and she blushed hotly to have let him know he frightened her. Her temper rose.
When under attack, counter attack, Frank had always said.
“Excuse me—whoever you are—but if you have a complaint about me teaching your child, like I said, take it up with the school board and the principal, who felt I was very well qualified—”
She gave a yelp of shock as a book that had been too close to the edge of the desk she was nearly sitting on fell to the floor with a resounding smack, and she jumped away from the desk automatically, coming into full frontal contact with her tormentor. And he didn’t miss a beat as he caught her around the waist with a pair of lean, strong hands and glared down at her.
His beautiful lip curled. “Just like a woman—trying to use any weapon at hand to avoid the consequences of her actions.” His voice was scathing and she blinked up at him, not getting his meaning.
“Weapon? Consequences? What the hell are you talking about?” she gasped and shoved at his hands without much success as she twisted to try to get free.
“Those weapons.” He hissed a breath inward through his teeth as her hips twisted against his. Her movements brought her generous chest tight against his. His rasping words instantly halted her movements as she realized what he was talking about and her eyes widened in horror, then narrowed in fury. Damn, but the man was blaming her for his own actions now.
“If you will take your hands off me, I will happily remove my weapons from your vicinity,” she hissed, her temper flaring at his insinuation that she was trying to use sex to escape whatever “consequences” he imagined were due her. It didn’t take a Rhodes Scholar to get his meaning and it didn’t take much imagination to realize their confrontation had produced a hard-on from hell on his part. It was jabbing against her belly quite insistently. It had already grown even larger and more dangerous in the several seconds they’d been plastered together.
For a moment, he didn’t respond, and in that tense moment she sensed that he was considering his next response with extreme care. Her incensed glare met his and she waited with lips compressed and indignant fury in her expression. Dark eyes warred with blue. It became a battle of wills as he remained tautly silent, staring down into her furious face without any change in his expression of angry disdain. His hands remained firmly clamped around her body, making it impossible to move away without a struggle, and she’d be damned if she was going to give him his jollies by wiggling and twisting against him to try to get loose again. His hands were long and powerful. The pads of his fingertips rested firmly on the upper swell of her buttocks. The sensations running rampant inside her traitorous pussy were indescribable.
After what felt like hours of silent, glaring antagonism so thick it could easily be cut with a knife, she irritably decided the only way she was going to get him to let go of her was to say something. She slowly drew a shaky breath and spoke in a low, careful tone like one might use when talking to a suicide jumper on a ledge. “How about you and me calling a truce? You take your hands off me, and we’ll both back away. Then maybe you can calmly tell me what the hell you are so damn bent out of shape over.”

Fran Lee - Nothing But Sex

Please help me welcome another terrific author in the Cougar Challenge Series.


http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8365-50-nothing-but-sex.aspx

Blurb:
A standalone story in the Cougar Challenge series.

Lee Blackhorse is hardly Cougar material, no matter what her friends over at Tempt the Cougar say. A forty-two-year-old woman who lusts after her thirty-year-old weekend helper is just plain nuts. Or is she? Mike Running Elk is the sexiest thing ever to don tight jeans and a second-skin t-shirt. She’s secretly yearned for the man for years.

Mike has no problem seeing himself in the role of Lee’s lover. In fact, if he can just get the hot-as-hell woman to realize he’s plenty old enough to ring her bells, he plans to do more than just clean her barn and mow her grass. He’s waited for her long enough.

When Mike shows up at her door with an injured hand, he notices Lee can’t pull her eyes off his naked, ripped chest. Mike can’t believe she’s as oblivious as she acts. The ice has been broken and he intends to heat things up even more…

Reader Advisory: Our poor heroine endures some mild violence in a particular scene, but don’t worry—the hero’s got her back.


Excerpt:
An Excerpt From: NOTHING BUT SEX
Copyright © FRAN LEE, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Mike swore foully as he caught his glove on one of the murderously long barbs on the roll of wire fencing that he was trying to move and he tugged his leather work glove off to find that the barb had made it through to his palm. He shook his head and shoved his hair back from his face with his other hand before he tugged his unused handkerchief from his back pocket and wrapped it around his hand, which did very little to stanch the flow of blood. Swearing at his own clumsiness, he headed across the wide work yard to the back porch and stepped inside, knocking on the inside screen door.
She appeared from the archway to the living room, her face pink and her lower lip caught between her teeth as she caught sight of him and he realized that he hadn’t bothered to pull his damn shirt back on. He saw the way her eyes darkened as they slid over his body and he felt a shot of anticipation run from his gut to his cock. Her lips were full. Her eyes were smoky blue. A small vein throbbed in her throat. And it struck him forcibly that she most certainly was as aware of him as he was of her.
But before he could wrap his mind around her reaction to him, she was hurrying up the stairs to the bathroom and he was following, his appreciative eyes on the lush swell of her generous, gorgeous ass as he held the tea towel tightly to his bleeding hand. Sweet Jesus, but he loved her ass. He had loved it ever since he’d first seen her, when he was just eighteen, and he had asked her if he could do some odd jobs around the place to make some cash every week. Right after his dad had died. Watching her walk around in tight jeans had made him forget a lot of the pain in his life back then.
She filled a pair of jeans like they’d been poured onto her. His mouth watered and his cock grew impossibly harder. Even the stinging pain in his hand couldn’t distract his attention from that ass.
As she entered the bathroom and stretched up to the shelf above the toilet to lift down the first-aid kit, he almost whimpered. Was she trying to kill him? If she didn’t stop wiggling around, he was gonna blow.
“I can handle it from here,” he grated as she opened the box and started to take the soaked tea towel out of his grip. But she shoved his free hand away and gently placed his hand in the sink, rinsing it with icy-cold tap water that nearly made him yell at the pain. He stared down at her bent head as she probed and cleaned the wound and each time her body brushed his, he almost lost it.
He lost track of what was happening with his hand as every drop of blood in his body raged into his groin, threatening to explode. Maybe that was a good thing, because his hand might stop bleeding.
“I still think we need to get you to the clinic and get this stitched. It’s way too jagged to heal right, and it’s still bleeding.”
Her words were lost in the hot muddle of his emotions and body. But when she looked up into his face, he forced himself to pay attention. “Hold this clean towel in your palm. Press it tight. I’ll get my car keys.”
And as she left the bathroom, he sank down onto the closed toilet and gasped for breath. If he didn’t get his cock to calm down, he would throw her down on the damn bathroom floor and fuck her blind. And somehow, he didn’t think she would respond well to that technique.

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I've Been Tagged

I've been tagged by good friend and fellow author Regina Carlysle. Find the answers to my questions below. Who am I tagging??? Fran Lee, Molly Daniels and Katalina Leon - have fun ladies.

1. What’s the last thing you wrote? What’s the first thing you wrote that you still have?

The last thing I wrote was Pretend with Me, the first book in my new series. The first thing I wrote was poetry as a teen.

2. Write poetry?

In high school. Boy was I pathetic! LOL

3. Angsty poetry?

Totally.

4. Favorite genre of writing?

Romance. Contemporary, BDSM and Chick Lit.

5. Most annoying character you’ve ever created?

None I can think of.

6. Best plot you’ve ever created?

Play with Me, Book Three of the Shea Manor series. The heroine went through lots of ups and downs, with a great sense of humor. Oh and we can’t forget the HOT sex.

7. Coolest plot twist you’ve ever created?

Research Required…just submitted to my editor

8. How often do you get writer’s block?

A few times a week! LOL

9. Write fan fiction?

Can’t say I have.

10. Do you type or write by hand?

I type but have sticky notes all over the place.

11. Do you save everything you write?

Absolutely!

12. Do you ever go back to an idea after you’ve abandoned it?

Most of the time. It’s rare that I don’t.

13. What’s your favorite thing you’ve ever written?

Shea Manor series.

14. What’s everyone else’s favorite story that you’ve written?

If any readers ever tell me, I’ll let you know! Biggest seller to date is Mistletoe Studs.

15. Ever written romance or angsty teen drama?

I’ve written a few teen dramas. Nothing published, as of yet. Romance, of course. I can’t imagine writing anything else.

16. What’s your favorite setting for your characters?

Upstate New York

17. How many writing projects are you working on right now?

Three. Under deadline for a Valentine’s Day short. Book Two of the Shea Manor series and a new cougar.

18. Have you ever won an award for your writing?

Not yet, but there’s always hope for the future. :)

19. What are your five favorite words?

Bitch. Shit. Fuck. Sweet. Awesome.

20. What character have you created that is most like yourself?

There’s a little bit of me in all my characters.

21. Where do you get ideas for your characters?

Music, Television and past experiences.

22. Do you ever write based on your dreams?

No. Most of my dreams are nightmares.

23. Do you favor happy endings?

Nothing else!

24. Are you concerned with spelling and grammar as you write?

No, that’s what editing is for. LOL

25. Does music help you write?

Not anymore. I used to only write to music, now it distracts me. I need total silence.

26. Quote something you’ve written. Whatever pops into your head.

“I’ll bet that tongue is outlawed in most states.” Bailey Johnston, Research Required.

New Releases - Carnal Reunions!

Today a group of talented authors are celebrating releases. Check out the Carnal Reunion authors releases today: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/53.html

Fran Lee, Taylor Tryst, Paris Brandon, Cindy Spencer Pape, Anny Cook, Regina Carlysle, and Tessie Bradford. You can't go wrong with any of these wonderful authors!

Chatting Tonight

Don't forget to check out a chat with excerpts, contests and much more - TONIGHT at 9pm Eastern with Fran Lee, Amber Skyze, April Ash, Julia Barrett, Katalina Leon, Tessie Bradford and Cerise DeLand.

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Where Amber Will Be On Friday

On Friday night I'll be chatting with my co-op blog members! The chat begins at 9pm Eastern.

We are seven authors of erotic romance and would love for you to stop by and check us out!

Visit us at: http://sevensexyscribes.blogspot.com/
April Ash, Julia Barrett, Tessie Bradford, Cerise DeLand, Fran Lee, Katalina Leon and ME! :)

The chat will be on our Yahoo Loop at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Seven_Sexy_Scribes
There will be lots of yummy excerpts and contests, with awesome prizes! You have to sign up for the loop in advance of the chat, so please click on the link and join the fun!

Out of Her Dreams - Fran Lee

Today is dedicated to my dear friend, Fran Lee. She has a new release from Ellora's Cave. This is a must-read! Here is the link to buy your copy today!
http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-7256-50-out-of-her-dreams.aspx

Blurb:
She’s a best-selling erotic romance writer. Her fans adore her. She’s making excellent money. All by writing about a man she dreamed up many years ago. Her hero is handsome, virile, sexy, strong, sensitive and a complete gentleman.
He’s a hot-headed, sex-on-the-hoof pro wrestler. He has a reputation for being the hottest, nastiest man on the mats. The fact that his face and body are plastered all over a bunch of mushy romance novels written by a woman with a death wish doesn’t sit well on those massive shoulders. His agent’s demanding monetary retribution from the woman who’s dared to use his image on her covers but he has another form of retribution in mind…and it has nothing to do with money.
She was his the moment he touched her. He came out of her dreams to claim her, and she wants every hot, throbbing inch of that delicious man.
He wants her, naked, at his mercy. One hot, orgasmic night wasn’t nearly enough. She ran…but he’ll find her.
Excerpt:
She walked slowly across the luxuriously thick carpet to the ready supper table set up before the fireplace and looked about the decadently fabulous room. Obviously he had planned on a very private dinner and drink. She touched the bottle of champagne and swallowed hard. Dear Lord. She didn’t know if she could manage being alone with him again. She didn’t realize she wasn’t alone until his voice made her turn with a little gasp.
“You have my book?” The sight of him standing in the doorway of the luxurious sitting room made her breath leave her in a startled whoosh.
Control yourself, Sam. It is not polite to stare and drool.
She nodded jerkily, opening the bag and taking out the hardback copy. “Of course. You paid for it.”
She held it out as he walked across the room to stop a couple of feet from her. He looked awe-inspiring in a beautifully tailored silk shirt that was open to show his corded neck and a pair of trim Armani slacks. The material sleekly covered but didn’t hide the massively muscled body beneath it and her mouth went dry again. God but that man had a walk—predatory and as sexy as hell.
She had no idea real live men could look so utterly marvelous and perfect. Dream men could but certainly not real ones. Heat pooled and swirled in the area somewhere below her navel, moving into the suddenly damp center of her body as the man moved toward her like some big cat on the prowl, those dark eyes moving down her body to her feet before returning slowly to her red face. A shot of something honeyed and hot surged through her at that look and she knew exactly what was on his mind because the exact same thing was running through hers.
He took the book from her hand slowly and opened it to the flyleaf, his dark eyes touching the page for a long moment before returning to her face again.
“You were serious about that dream bit?” His voice was quiet. A small smile curved his lips.
Oh. My. God. That mouth.
She swallowed and nodded jerkily. “Yes.”

The sight of her standing beside the intimate little table for two sent a jolt of lust knifing through him almost painfully. David could almost taste her delicate floral perfume, along with the warm, delicious scent of a woman who craved what she saw. She stood bravely erect in an incredible blue silk dress that hugged every lush curve she possessed. The warmth of her body and the need in those emerald eyes fired his blood and made his groin swell and come alive with a vengeance. He found himself staring like an idiot. A horny idiot.
It was suddenly hard to remember why he had asked her to come. Was it to discuss the books, or was it simply to see her again? To take her and slowly strip her and taste her soft skin with his lips and tongue until she begged him to bury his cock inside her and finish it up right? Okay. That sounded good. Damn good.
She handed him the book with nervous hands and he wondered what those hands would feel like moving over his naked body. What she would think if he just tossed the damn book and dragged her against him to let her feel how rock-hard he was and how much he craved her. And as he opened it to stare at the autograph she had scrawled over the flyleaf page, he knew that she was not leaving here tonight until he had tasted every inch of that creamy skin.
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One Tasty Night - Trailer

Fellow author and great friend, Fran Lee has worked her magic once again. She created a book trailer for my latest release, One Tasty Night. Available now from Aspen Mountain Press - www.aspenmountainpress.com

Check out this H-O-T trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQTNcFbRWg0