Weekend Excerpt–Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over

L&B promo3

Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over is the story of two television journalists thrown together to create a brand new travel program.  They travel to exotic locations, stay in luxurious hotels, meet interesting locals…  Is it any wonder they fall in love?

Here’s an all new excerpt:

Luke went out on the terrace to smoke a cigar while Bella changed for going out.  He thought back over the things she’d said.  There were times he wondered if he missed out, not having family.  Bella’s story reminded him that family equals complications.

“Hey, ready?” she asked, breaking into his thoughts.  He turned and for a moment he could only stare.  She had changed into a black long-sleeved sweater with a deep V-neckline over a grey form-fitting skirt finished off with some very sexy grey heels.  Once again, she was all curves.  He wondered briefly if she was wearing that bra he’d seen earlier.

She looked down at herself, frowning.  “Is this alright?” she asked, self consciously.

“Um, yeah, you look…great,” he managed.

She smiled.  “Oh, good!”

“So let’s go,” he said.

They walked the two blocks to McTavish’s.  Holding open the door as he allowed Bella to precede him into the pub, Luke instinctively placed his hand on the small of her back and at once felt a charge of electricity.  He looked at her curiously, wondering if she felt it as well.

Bella appreciated Luke’s old-school manners.  Who says chivalry is dead? she asked herself, smiling.  She didn’t at all mind that he held the door for her as they entered the pub. It was funny, though.  As she passed him in the doorway, his hand grazed her back innocently enough, but she felt a shiver that went from her head to her toes.  Focus, girlfriend, on the task at hand.

Glancing around, she saw that the interior was all dark wood and looked like a classic pub.  Bella noted that the crowd seemed local.  They were headed toward the bar when they heard a roar.

“Luke mother-fucking McGillicutty!  You son of a bitch!”  Luke moved toward the source of the roar, a tall man with shaggy grey hair, warm brown eyes, and huge smile.  The two men embraced then stepped back to shake hands.

“How are you Nevin?” Luke laughed.

“I’m grand, Luke, very well,” said Nevin, but his eyes were on Bella.  “Terribly sorry for my foul language,” he apologized, bowing.  “Who is this lovely lady?”

Bella stepped forward, hand out and offering her best smile.  “Hello!  I’m Bella Grant.  I’ve heard so much about you.”

Nevin ignored her hand and instead wrapped her in a huge bear hug.

“Nevin, Bella.  Bella, Nevin,” Luke smirked.

“Bella, it’s lovely to meet you.  What in bloody hell are you doing with this loser arsehole?” he demanded.  “Come, sit, drink,” he said, leading them to the bar.

“Um, actually, we work together,” Bella replied, a bit overwhelmed for once in her life.  She observed, with a smile, that the foul language was back.

Luke noticed she did not dispute his status as a loser or an arsehole, but followed the two of them anyway.

“How do you and Luke know each other?” Bella asked.  Nevin launched into the story of how they met during a joint exercise back in their special ops days.

“Haven’t seen him since he was here covering that horrible explosion about five years ago,” Nevin finished solemnly.

Bella looked questioningly at Luke.  “Yeah, that time that whole block went up in a natural gas explosion,” he muttered.  “I was in London and they sent me here.”  He blinked his eyes trying to unsee what he’d seen.

“How is it we came to Edinburgh and you didn’t mention that?” Bella asked quietly.  Luke ignored the question.  She looked at him, wondering.

Nevin immediately moved behind the bar and asked what he could pour her.

“I wouldn’t mind a glass of white wine,” Bella replied.

“Aren’t you going to take my order?”  Luke asked.

“I know your poison,” Nevin laughed, and poured Luke a glass of Three Labels Scotch.

Pointing at the bottle, Luke told Bella, “This is it.  This is Nevin’s family label.”

“Really?” asked Bella.  “I’d try it, but I’d rather get my work done first.”

“So, Nevin, we’d like to shoot your place then have a chat with you.  Would that be okay?” Luke proposed.

“Of course, especially if that is the desire of the lovely Miss Bella,” charmed Nevin.

She giggled in spite of herself.  “Yes, please,” she answered.

“It’s settled then.  And McGillicutty, be sure to get my good side,” joked Nevin.

Bella set about ignoring Luke as he worked his camera and she engaged Nevin in conversation, which was very easy since clearly Nevin liked to talk.  They discussed the pub and the clientele.  Her first impression had been correct—most of the patrons were locals.  Nevin spoke lovingly about the pub and the business.  Bella asked Nevin to talk about how life in Edinburgh had changed over the years.

When he’d finished, she changed the subject.  “I’d love to visit the distillery.  Would that be possible?” she asked.

“Of course, we’d love to have you,” was Nevin’s warm reply.

Bella looked at Luke.  “I think we’ve got it,” she said.

“Yep, looks good,” Luke agreed.

“So is work done, then?  Let me give you the best table in the house and the serious drinking can commence,” said Nevin, grinning gleefully.  He led them to a high top table next to the back wall with a view of the entire pub.  Luke and Bella sat across from each other while Nevin disappeared.

“That was good,” Luke said.

She smiled at him.  “I think it went well, too.”

Nevin returned with a new bottle of Three Labels and three glasses.  He proceeded to pour them each a shot.  They all lifted their glasses and Nevin toasted, “To friends!”  They all tossed back the Scotch.

Bella coughed a little and the men laughed.

“That’ll put hair on your chest,” Nevin grinned.

Luke’s eyes immediately went to her cleavage which was fully on display in the deeply v-cut black sweater.  “Careful, Cowboy,” Luke whispered to himself.  Bella glanced at him, unsure she’d heard him clearly.

“Well, friends, I need to take care of my customers.  I’ll stop by later to see how you’re doing.”  They watched him move away greeting people like long lost family.

“He’s quite the force of nature, isn’t he?” Bella commented.

“Yeah, he’s good people,” Luke replied.  He poured himself a second shot and offered one to Bella, not expecting her to take it and surprised when she did.  He tossed his back and watched her do the same, without coughing this time.

“You didn’t tell me you’d worked here before.  I’m wondering why,” Bella said, looking at him intensely.

“It’s not a very good memory, actually.  Not one I like to discuss,” he replied, pouring for himself again. She still had him fixed with that fierce gaze and he realized she wasn’t going to let the matter drop.

Luke sighed.  “What do you want me to say, Bella?  I’ve seen a lot of shit in my time.  The explosion here?  It was bad.  Took them three days to put out the fire.  Debris was scattered for two miles in every direction.  They found charred body parts…” he trailed off.

“You still have nightmares.”  It was not a question.

He set his mouth in a grim line, finished with the topic.

“Well, we’re interviewing a survivor of that fire tomorrow at 10:30,” she countered, and poured herself another shot.

“That’s our appointment tomorrow?” he asked.

Bella nodded.  “Are you going to be alright with that?”

“Sure, no worries,” he replied, draining his shot.  She tossed back hers as well, looking him straight in the eye.  He watched her but didn’t say anything.  She had to be feeling that Scotch by now.

He poured again for himself and she pointed to her glass.   Somebody has a competitive streak, he thought.  He poured for her as well, but questioned the wisdom of doing so.

A server approached their table balancing a small tray carrying a single glass of white wine.  “This is for the lady from the gentleman at the bar,” she said.  Luke looked toward the bar and saw a short young man standing at the bar staring at Bella.

“Tell the gentleman the lady says No, thank you,” Luke growled, surprising Bella.

“Oy, pal, Nevin says the lady isn’t with anybody,” called the man at the bar.

“Clearly, she’s with me,” Luke countered, and started to get up.  Nevin rushed in to diffuse the situation, offering a free drink to the man at the bar and shooting an amused glance at Luke.

Draining her fourth shot, Bella commented, loudly, “Clearly, McDude isn’t paying attention.  We’re drinking Scotch over here.”  She dissolved into giggles.

“Alright, Princess.  Let’s get you back to the hotel,” said Luke, protectively.  He helped her to her feet and they moved toward the bar.  “See you tomorrow, Nevin.  Around 2:00?” Luke said.

“2:00 it is,” Nevin replied.  Bella waved goodbye and turned unsteadily toward the door.  Nevin winked at Luke and turned back to his customers.

Luke steadied Bella as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.  She waved him away.  “I’ve got this,” she said stubbornly.

“Okay, you’ve got this.  I’ll just help a little,” he smiled.  They made it back to the hotel and up to the suite.  He led her into the bedroom.

“Come on, Princess.  We’ll get you into bed.”  He sat her on the side of the bed and helped her off with her shoes.

“Arms up,” he said, and pulled the sweater off over her head.  She was wearing the same bra from earlier.  He felt part of him stiffen.

“Okay, now lie back,” he said gently, and slid off the gray skirt.  Her panties matched the bra.  Of course they do, he thought, mentally rolling his eyes.

Pulling up the covers he leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead.  “Good night, Princess,” he whispered.

“Luke,” she called quietly.

He bent over her.  “What?”

She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him hungrily, probing his mouth with her tongue.  Abandoning his resolve, he kissed her back for a long moment before reluctantly pulling himself away.

Sighing deeply, he brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and placed it next to the bed.  “See you in the morning,” he whispered before retiring to the couch for the night.

Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over is available at these fine online booksellers.

Amazon, iBooks, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords


Watch This Space–Interview With Eeva Lancaster

Eeva LancasterEeva Lancaster wears many hats.  Her bio on Google+ describes her as a “writer, editor, book designer” and I’m honored to say she designed the covers for Rannigan’s Redemption.

She’s the author of several books, she’s a freelance writer, she’s the owner of the Google+ community Alliance of Self Published Authors, and she’s the creative force behind The Book Khaleesi.  Recently, Eeva responded to Pandora’s Dirty Dozen survey.

Meet Eeva Lancaster.

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

I write mainly non-fiction books. I started off with a poetry book and then my Now What? series. There are so many books in my head. Right now there are 5, but I haven’t found time to write them. I like talking about the elephant in the room. The obvious that few pay attention to. The writing on the wall that we many don’t bother to read. I talk to my readers and get really personal. Since I write from experience, there’s nothing hesitant about my writing. It’s blunt, it’s sarcastic, ironic and real.

2. Talk about your process. Where do you write? When do you write? Are you linear or do you write scenes and put them together later? Who are your muses and where do you get your best ideas?

I get my best ideas from life and people. Honestly, I don’t have a process. One day, I’ll just decide to finish a book, and I sit down and write non-stop. I’ve been a ghostwriter for years, I’m used to cramming. But then I write non-fiction, so my writing process is simpler than those of fiction writers. Research and time = book.

3. Tell us about your latest release.

My last release was You want to be an Online Freelancer… Now What? A guide for people who want to venture into freelancing. It’s based from my own experience. What worked and some of the issues I encountered, and tips and other stuff that can help freelancers succeed. I’m a freelancer first, and an author second. So, there will be more freelancing books in the future. In the pipeline, I have Love Has a Reason. I was planning on a February release, but I should’ve known better. It’s the first of my Happy Ever After series which will mainly discuss relationships. This book debunks the myth of unconditional love. Oh yeah, I haven’t even written it yet and people are already objecting when they see the subtitle on the cover. It will be interesting.

4. What is your current project?

I’m focusing on my author services site The Book Khaleesi. I’ll be adding a pre-made book cover section soon. Aside from that, I’m editing 3 books simultaneously…. and formatting… and doing covers… busy busy.

5. Now about you… Very generally speaking, where do you call home?

Home is The Philippines, happily living in the suburbs with my husband, dog and turtles.

6. As a reader… What genre do you most often read? What is your all-time favorite book, and why?

Supernatural/Fantasy are my favorite genres. But my all-time fave book is Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. This book shaped my personality. I love the idea that life is not about suffering or sacrifice. It’s about exaltation and doing your best and expecting only what you deserve. About love as a look-up and not a falling down… It’s a wonderful story about how all the thinkers and doers pulled back from society and left the leeches and incompetents to run it.It’s also a love story that is so raw and real, it’s unique. Read it some time. 🙂

7. What do you like to do when you’re not writing or reading?

Just being with my husband. Doing whatever… sometimes we get so busy with other things, you know….

8. We all have guilty pleasures. I enjoy boy bands. There, I said it. What is your guilty pleasure?

Getting a massage. When I’m sad, go to the spa. Happy? Celebrate at the spa. So many excuses to feel pampered and cared for.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

At the top of my head I’d say, Read Minds. But on second thought, maybe that wouldn’t be half as fun as I imagine. So, I’d go for…. time travel. So I don’t have to be trapped in situations. I could go back and forth where I’m happiest. That would be cool.

10. If you could live anywhere, you’d choose…

A beach house anywhere. I like living in The Philippines. I don’t dream of living abroad.

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.


12. In the airport, you overhear a heated argument between a husband and wife. You:

politely ignore it.
stop what you’re doing and watch with rapt attention.

mention it to airport personnel.

tuck it away for use in a future book.

Other :

You can check out books by Eeva Lancaster on her Amazon Author Page.  You can also find her on Google+.

Watch This Space–Interview With Fionna Guillaume

Erotic romance author Fionna Guillaume, member of the Alliance of Self Published Authors, was kind enough to answer my interview questionnaire, Pandora’s Dirty Dozen.  Get to know Fionna Guillaume.

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

 I absolutely love books. All sorts of genres appeal to me, and I feel like my writing reflects my varied reading appetite. My work is all erotic, for sure, but the priority is the story. Rich description and long, curling paragraphs often find a place in my writing, inspired by masters of long ago. Mostly, though, I just want to tell a great story – with plenty of sexy parts!

2. Talk about your process. Where do you write? When do you write? Are you linear or do you write scenes and put them together later? Who are your muses and where do you get your best ideas?

 I write on my laptop. Usually after work, with a mug of tea or a glass of wine, depending on my mood. With my husband playing a video game on his computer in the same room. Not particularly charming, but there it is! I’m a linear writer, I suppose; I start at the beginning, and keep writing until I get to the end. Then, I stop. 🙂 (And edit, but that’s another story.) This means the story may change and develop differently than I originally imagined in my daydreams. But that’s the fun of it!

3. Tell us about your latest release.

 I just completed a new novella called Tokyo: A Job With A View. It’s erotica, naturally, but written in the style of a travelogue. Inspired by the year and a half I lived in Japan, it reveals some of Tokyo’s charming attractions and cultural tidbits. It was such fun to relive my experiences there! And, you know, add in all sorts of fun, sexy bits. This is intended to be the first in A Job With A View series. (Next up: Paris!)

4. What is your current project?

I’m working on something a little different these days. It’s an idea I’d been mulling over for years, and finally felt ready to tackle. Using my deck of handmade Tarot cards, I am working through the Major Arcana (a set of 22 cards), and using them as a guide to write my story. The cards give me a theme, a mood, or a direction for each chapter, and I never know in advance quite what will come next. It’s an interesting challenge – and fun! Plus, I’m starting to really get into this story. For this on, I’ve decided to release each chapter on Wattpad as I go along, since every card builds on the previous one. Of course, I’ve had to edit the really fun bits out – Wattpad poo-poo’s erotica for fun’s sake – but never fear! They’l reappear in the final, published eBook version.

5. Now about you… Very generally speaking, where do you call home?

 I am fortunate to live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Seattle, Washington, to be exact. I find the rainy weather and cloudy skies, plus the extravagant natural beauty of the region, a perfect combination for indoorsy writing and outdoorsy inspiration.

6. As a reader… What genre do you most often read? What is your all-time favorite book, and why?

 I can never answer this question! My book diet is very diverse. You can catch me reading memoir, Classics, fantasy or SciFi, nonfiction, historical fiction, YA, romance, contemporary literary fiction… well, pretty much everything except the Encyclopedia. And probably I’ve read some of that, too. Basically, I have no favorite book. But some books linger on my shelf forever, begging to be read again. Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins, is one of these. It’s sexy, thoughtful, smart, unique, and hilarious – everything I look for in a book.

7. What do you like to do when you’re not writing or reading?

Depends on the weather! Maybe out in the garden, walking or hiking, or enjoying time with friends. I’m never without a book, though. My goodness, what would I do with my time if I wasn’t reading and writing?

8. We all have guilty pleasures. I enjoy boy bands. There, I said it. What is your guilty pleasure?

 Hehehee – I’m limited by keeping this one PC! Gummy candy, that’s a pretty guilty pleasure of mine. I can demolish a bag of gummies in one sitting, and only feel moderately guilty about it.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

Time travel, for sure. I would love being able to hop back and forth through time, visit historical places, chat with the movers and shakers of their time, and then zip on home to settle on the couch with a movie and a mug of tea.

10. If you could live anywhere, you’d choose…

Well, I kind of have chosen – Seattle! I’ve had the good fortune to live all around the world, and I came right back home. Guess I must love it here!

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.

Tamora Pierce. I loved her as a young reader, and she sticks in my mind as a masterful author. Her stories are thrilling and empowering, especially for girls. Wonder if she’d like girl-power erotica, too?

12. In the airport, you overhear a heated argument between a husband and wife. You:

A. politely ignore it.

B. stop what you’re doing and watch with rapt attention.

C. mention it to airport personnel.

D. tuck it away for use in a future book.

*E. Other : 

probably laugh about it to myself. Yeah, I can be that way.


The latest release from Fionna Guillaume is Tokyo: A Job With A View.  Check out the blurb for this sexy book.

After a brief but torrid affair with her boss, Cassidy finds herself out of a job. And unlikely to find another one in the entire state of California. With $300 in her bank account and nowhere else to turn, she eagerly accepts an interview with a mysterious company named A Job With A View. Soon she learns that this company specializes in short-term contracts abroad, for administrative assistants willing to accept other duties as well. Duties of the sexual kind.

Cassidy accepts – not like she has much choice – and finds herself in Tokyo, Japan. There, she discovers the beauty of a city both ancient and modern, futuristic and traditional. Through it all she begins to understand the gift that has been offered to her… and how she can pay it back.

With all the spice of contemporary erotica and the rich description of travelogue. Tokyo: A Job With A View is a sexy trip to Japan’s inimitable capital.

You can get Tokyo: A Job With A View at Amazon.

Rannigan’s Redemption–The Story Is Complete!

Last Monday, the final chapter of Rannigan’s Redemption went live on the usual ebook sites. Rannigan’s Redemption is a three-part erotic romance chronicling the complicated relationship between high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.  The story spans nearly ten years of their lives.


Today’s excerpt is from the first book, Resisting Risk.

With the concert over, the dj was back in position and guests were taking advantage of the dance floor situated at the opposite end of the dinner tent from Michael’s table.  Michael and Maggie dodged enthusiastic dancers as they headed back to check on Ben.

White candles on the tables and white paper lanterns hung along the sides of the tent washed the scene in soft light.  Nearby trees had been strung with tiny sparkling lights and with nightfall the place took on the appearance of a fairyland.

Ben was asleep with his head on the table when Michael and Maggie returned.  The Murphys and the Methenys arrived at the table just behind them and their return caused Ben to stir slightly.

“Did you see Diamond Dave?” Pam gushed excitedly.  “He’s still so hot!”

“I didn’t see him but I heard him.  He sounds great,” Maggie commented.

“Michael, we’re going to be heading out.  We still have to get back to the city and pay the babysitters while we can still afford it,” Brian laughed and he moved around the table to shake Michael’s hand.  Pam and Renee gathered their purses and wraps.

“Did you guys share a car?” Michael asked.  “I didn’t realize.  Well, hey, I’m glad you made it out tonight.  We should go out together more often.”  He shook Jim’s hand and pecked Pam and Renee on the cheeks.

“Maggie, it was lovely meeting you,” Renee said.  “We’ll all get together for lunch or something.”

“That sounds great.  It was nice meeting you as well.  Safe travels,” Maggie said.  They stood and watched the foursome leave.

Maggie looked down at Ben, who was still asleep.  “I’m so sorry, Michael.  I never dreamed he’d be like this.”

Michael waved off the apology.  “Never apologize for someone else.  At least he’s quiet.”  They both laughed lightly.

“I should probably try to get him moving so we can go,” Maggie said.  “Ben, wake up.  Come on, seriously, we should be going.”

Michael watched her attempt to wake the sleeping Ben.  As she leaned forward over the table her tits came precariously close to spilling out of the deep v neckline and Michael was mesmerized, feeling himself become aroused.

“Hey Mags, let him sleep.  I’m stuck waiting here until my car returns.  Let’s hang out and you two can ride back with me.  Besides, they’re supposed to have fireworks in about an hour.”

“Really?”  Maggie gave a relieved smile.  “I wasn’t sure how I was going to get him home on the train.  I sort of pictured tossing him over my shoulder firefighter style.”

They both laughed as Michael removed his jacket and loosened his tie, placing the jacket on the back of the chair beside him.  He flagged down a waiter and quietly said something Maggie didn’t catch.  The waiter nodded.  “I’ll be right back, sir.”

Michael motioned to a chair beside him.  “Come, relax.”  As Maggie moved to Michael’s side of the table, the waiter returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.  He opened the wine and offered it to Michael.

“That’s fine, thanks, I’ll take it from here,” he said, handing the man a generous tip.  Michael poured as Maggie sat beside him, their chairs facing each other.

She leaned an elbow on the table.  “That’s some service,” she commented.

He shrugged.  “You just have to ask nicely,” he said.  “Too many people behave like assholes.  Everybody likes to be treated with courtesy.”

They sipped without speaking for a while, enjoying the music from the other end of the tent.  Maggie spoke up.  “The Murphys and the Methenys were very charming.  I liked Pam and Renee.”

Michael nodded.  “Yeah, they’re good people.  Although the girls looked like bored house fraus out for a night on the town.”

Maggie let out a surprised laugh and playfully slapped his arm.  “They did not, they were lovely!”

“Just calling them like I see them,” Michael chuckled.

“Well I thought they were sweet.  And it’s sweet they had to get home to their kids.  They’re such nice families.”

Michael rolled his eyes.  “Don’t tell me.  Mary Margaret Flynn aspires to be a member of the Dowdy House Frau Club.  Ah, yes, the white picket fence, the 2.3 kids, the cocker spaniel.  You’d give up your career and move to the suburbs?”

Maggie blinked and spluttered, “The what?  I don’t…I mean you can’t just…”

He laughed heartily.  “Okay, Mags, don’t blow a gasket.  I’m just pulling your chain.”

“I’m not talking about giving up my career or moving.  People raise families in the city.  They do it all the time.  Don’t you want all that?  You know, a home, a wife, kids.  I mean, sometime, not now.  But seriously, Michael.  You mock all that like it’s pointless.”

He shook his head gravely.  “No.  I absolutely do not want that.  I like my life just as it is.  I come and go as I please.  I spend my money as I please.  If I want to go out, I do.  Otherwise I stay in alone.”

She regarded him seriously.  “But you don’t want to grow old alone.  Don’t you want someone to be there for you when life gets difficult?”

“I would think you of all people would get it,” Michael said, draining his wine and pouring another glass.  “People let you down.  They leave you and you have to fend for yourself.  It’s just easier this way.  You know what you’re getting.”

“Being alone in the world was never my choice.  And I hope to find someone to build a life with, to create a family with, if only to do better than what I had growing up,” she replied passionately.

“Your date tonight is an unconscious gay guy.  And how are you doing on that family thing?” he asked darkly.

Maggie swigged the rest of her wine.  “Well, it’s easier said than done,” she acknowledged quietly.

They drank in silence for a while, the mood between them soured.

“You know, Dan likes you,” Michael offered.

Maggie laughed.  “He doesn’t.”

“He does.  He told me so.  Asked me if it would be breaking firm policy to ask you out.”

“I wouldn’t go out with him,” Maggie said firmly.

“Why not?” Michael wondered.  “He’s a nice guy.”

“He’s a very nice guy.  I’m just not attracted to him.  It wouldn’t be right,” she answered.

Michael shook his head, bewildered.  They settled into quietly listening to the music as they sipped their wine.

Recognizing the intro to the next song, Maggie cried out, “Oh! Moon Dance!  I love Van Morrison.”

Michael gave her a sideways glance and held out his hand.  “Come on, Mags.  Dance with me.”

She took his hand as he helped her to her feet and she giggled self-consciously, her several glasses of wine causing her to wobble a little as they walked to the dance floor.  He turned to face her, placing his right hand on the small of her back and holding up her right hand in his left.

Maggie giggled again.  “So formal, Mr. Rannigan,” she smiled up at him.

He crooked an eyebrow at her.  “I’ve had lessons, Ms. Flynn.”  They began moving around the dance floor, swaying to the beat of the music.  Michael crooned along and made Maggie laugh by spinning her several times then pulling her close.  At one point he suddenly dipped her backwards, causing her to whoop in surprise.  Nearby dancers applauded as he pulled her back up and held her to him.  He could feel her heart pounding as she caught her breath.

“God, you smell good,” she whispered against his neck.

“That, Ms. Flynn,” he teased, “is because I showered and put on clean clothes today.”  His wit was rewarded by Maggie’s laughter.

Van Morrison finished moondancing and he was replaced by Eric Clapton singing about a woman who looks wonderful tonight.  Maggie stopped dancing and stepped back from Michael.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She shook her head.  “I don’t know, Michael, it’s a slow song.” Maggie gazed up at him sheepishly, the self-conscious look back in place.

His soft brown eyes burned into hers.  “I’m not done.  And you do, you know.  You look wonderful tonight.”

Without waiting for her to reply, he once again pulled her close to himself with one hand on the small of her back, the other gripping her right hand and pulling it in to his collar bone, brushing it across his lips in the process.  He could feel her breath against his neck, then she sighed quietly and rested her head on his shoulder.  He hummed the rest of the song and when it was over, he continued holding her close.

A loud whistle followed by an explosion jarred them both as the fireworks display began over the water.  Michael released her and she stepped back.  “That was…” Maggie looked up into his face, eyes shining, “nice.”

He grinned down at her.  “Yes, it was.  Shall we go watch the fireworks?”

Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption are available here.



Watch This Space–Nia Farrell Cover Reveal


Erotic romance author Nia Farrell is getting ready to launch Book Six of her Three Graces series, Something Special.  Having read the others and fallen in love with the characters, I’m super excited to see the continuation of the story.

Here’s the book blurb:

Grace Murphy, Anna James, and Rachel Givens aka Rae Simmons live in the fictional town of Posey, Minnesota. They call themselves the Three Graces, because their first names mean just that.

Grace Murphy is the local psychic medium who saved herself for her soul mates, bisexual American Indian musician Nico White and Latino veteran J.T. Santiago. Grace is submissive, Nico is a switch, and J.T. is the dominant in their MMF BDSM ménage.

Before they met, J.T. had never been with a man. He’d never been serious enough about a woman to consider marriage. But Grace and Nico came as a package deal, and he’s fallen in love with them both. When morning sickness hits the house, both men bend their knees and plans are made for a very special honeymoon. They’re giving Grace the capture fantasy of her dreams at Replay, a BDSM theme resort where patrons come to play in the past….

Something Special releases on May 5, 2016.  Find Nia Farrell here.

Now That’s Hot: new erotic romance release!

This is an amazingly kind feature by fellow ASPA sexy author Fionna Guillaume. I’m so grateful… 🙂

Fionna Guillaume: erotica for sophisticated readers

I don’t think I want to go into town today,” Maggie said as she and Bobby lingered over an al fresco breakfast.  “I don’t even think I want to get dressed today.”  She smiled lazily and reached her arms over her head in a stretch that pushed her bare breasts front and center.

Bobby rewarded her with his lopsided grin as his cock offered an enthusiastic salute.  “Okay by me.  Hell, we can go naked all weekend if you want.”

The truth was that since they’d gone below deck the previous night, neither of them had bothered with clothes.  They’d fucked hard in a heated, feral sort of way, come back on deck to drink more wine, then headed back to the master cabin to make love more slowly the second time.  The third time, they’d faced each other on their sides, joined intimately, each leaning back to watch…

View original post 626 more words

Watch This Space–A. M. Manay

AM Manay banner

A. M. Manay, author of intelligent paranormal fantasy, just released She Lights Up the Dark, the follow-up to her smash hit, She Dies at the End.

she lights square

I was fortunate enough to snag an ARC and I absolutely loved it!  Here’s my review.

I loved this book!  I have to say that from the beginning.  I’m not generally a reader of vampires and werewolves, but this book sucked me in from the opening sentence: “Her gift stalked her, even in the ground.”

November Snow, the clairvoyant ‘she’ of She Dies at the End, Book 1 of the November Snow series, was saved at the last minute by vampire Ilyn, who changed her.  But now that she’s clawed her way out of the grave, she’s been rendered invisible to those closest to her by the evil Luka.  She’s on her own to figure out this new immortal life.  And she has to try to stop Luka and his plans for destruction.

In this book, supernatural creatures live mostly unnoticed among humans.  The battle of good versus evil is intense, and ordinary people have no idea that imminent disaster is upon them unless someone acts quickly and decisively.

Author A. M. Manay has woven an imaginative, captivating tale that is fast-paced, thrilling, and at times heart-breaking.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  She Lights Up the Dark is highly recommended.

I suppose I had certain expectations about reading a vampire/werewolf paranormal fantasy, but A.M. Manay weaves such rich characters that you feel what it’s like to be them, to be in their skin.

This is a letter written from the perspective of fairy warrior Pine to Matt, his late husband.  Pine is one of the primary characters in A.M. Manay’s November Snow Series.  The letter provides hints about the plot of the second book in the paranormal tale, She Lights Up the Dark, which was released yesterday, April 19, 2016.  To learn more about the characters mentioned here, you can also read the first book in the series, She Dies at the End, or the short story collection She Sees in Her Sleep.


Dear Matt,

It’s funny.  I thought I’d be sad spending this much time in your RV.  I’ve barely set foot in it since you died, but I couldn’t make myself get rid of it, either.  Just kept maintaining the engine out of habit, but it was too painful to drive it anywhere.  But it’s been nice, actually.  I feel like you would approve of our mission and our makeshift little family.

I think you would approve of Hector, too.  My parents, though, I wonder what they would say if they knew . . .  They were okay with the human husband eventually, but a werewolf boyfriend?  That’ll be hard for them to swallow.  If I ever actually get to first base, that is.  It’s cool.  I’m three hundred years old.  I can wait him out.

And God, has he been through a lot.  He refuses to talk about it around Zinnia.  I think he’s afraid he’ll upset her, but, of course, she can already feel his pain.  But sometimes if he and I go off to do something just the two of us, I can get him to open up a little.  It helps if I talk about my own history, all the wars and the miscarriages with my ex-wife and all.  Willow’s betrayal.  These letters I write to you.  I guess it makes him feel like not such a weirdo for having feelings.

Zinnia and Carlos seem to be doing okay, considering.  He gives her something to focus on, which is good, what with our mission going so poorly, and her missing November so much.  He’s starting to smile some, have fewer nightmares.  It’s going to be a long road, though.

I can’t stop cursing myself for letting Willow get away.  If I had been a little faster with the mace, she wouldn’t still be around causing so much trouble.  I thought she was my friend.  My best friend, other than you.  I try to tell myself that Luka would have just found some other way to screw us all over even if I had taken care of Willow.  But still, it hurts to think of November . . .

It’s my turn at the wheel, so that’s enough for now.  Love you, Matthew.  Always.



Author Links for A.M. Manay

She Dies at the End: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0112S00KI

She Sees in Her Sleep: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B019EG1NWE

She Lights Up the Dark: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BQGGBMW

Website: www.ammanay.net

Fan email list: November’s News

Facebook: facebook.com/ammanaywrites

Twitter: @ammanay

Instagram: instagram.com/a.m.manay

Amazon author page: amazon.com/author/ammanay


Watch This Space–Natasha Blackthorne: Fashionably Impure


The Fashionably Impure Series Books 1 & 2 Are On Sale For .99

 Available to read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

Erotic Historical Romance

Miranda’s Dilemma

Fashionably Impure, Book One on sale for .99

Available to read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

Miranda’s Dilemma is part of the Fashionably Impure Series and is best read with A Most Demanding Mistress.


A Most Demanding Mistress


Impure, Book Two

Available at a Pre-Order Price of .99

Will release April 22, 2016

Available on Kindle Unlimited after release.

A Most Demanding Mistress is part of the Fashionably Impure Series and is best read after Miranda’s Dilemma.

 Blurb For Miranda’s Dilemma

Erotic Historical Romance ~Courtesan/Non-virginal Heroine

Poised to become Mayfair’s most expensive and exclusive courtesan, Miss Miranda Jones finds her rise inexplicably blocked by a socially

powerful nobleman. Scorned by her ducal father and determined to attain everything that life has denied her due to an accident of birth, she’s not about to let this arrogant earl stop her.

Adrian Sutherland, the Earl of Danvers, saw his father destroyed by a heartless, predatory courtesan. He has no time or patience for such exotic, expensive ladybirds. He’s far too busy restoring his family’s wealth and reputation whilst doing what he can to protect his friends from the clutches of all the scheming courtesans of London.

Then a moment of compassion turns intense dislike to breathless passion, and

these two strong-willed, fiercely proud people are compelled to indulge in a brief affair. Each is convinced that they can satisfy their craving for the other without emotional risk.

But neither realizes that a little dalliance can be a dangerous thing.

Reader Advisory: This is an erotic historical romance and it contains frank, frequent love scenes, sexual slang and descriptions and general bedchamber naughtiness. The characters discuss abuse issues from their backstories during the course of their developing relationship.


Blurb for A Most Demanding Mistress:

Miss Miranda Jones is indisputably the most beautiful, elegant and sought after courtesan in all of London.  She hides a past full of pain and rejection beneath an exterior of

pride. She knows that noblemen put  their own fickle interests first

and cannot be trusted. Scorned by ducal  father, she never needed or

expected anything from a man, except  his financial support. Luxurious

living makes a soothing balm against  the sting of the ultimate rejection.

Now she’s madly in love with a  nobleman who cannot afford to keep her in such extravagant style. And she wonders if a courtesan can ever afford to indulge

her own passions?  Can she really gamble so capriciously on her own future and put the happiness of the moment above future security?  Will her gentleman prove himself no

better than any other nobleman that she has known?

Adrian Sutherland, the Earl of Danvers, has seen the men of his family destroyed through their obsessive need to possess beautiful women. He’d always thought himself immune to

such unworthy drives. Now he’s fallen under the spell of Miss Miranda Jones.

Miss Jones’ high standards and past reputation foretells that she’ll be a most

demanding mistress. Despite his relative lack of funds, Adrian is determined to work hard to protect and provide for her. Passion led this skeptical gentleman to declare himself in love. Yet as they enter a protector and mistress relationship, Adrian finds himself

consumed with possessiveness. And he can’t help but wonder if is it true love that motivates him? Or is it the need to own her stunning beauty? He must find the answer before their tempestuous romance breaks both of their hearts.

A Most Demanding Mistress is part of the Fashionably Impure Series and is best read after Miranda’s Dilemma.

Reader advisory: This story contains frank sexual language and general bedchamber naughtiness. Abuse issues are alluded to in the backstory.


About Natasha Blackthorne’s Writing

Escape into the past with intensely erotic, emotionally driven love stories. Natasha Blackthorne writes character-focused historical erotica romance featuring strong internal conflicts played out in non-traditional and unconventional situations. Her stories are most frequently about the intimate journey of the characters as they learn to open their hearts to love.

Her heroines are not perfect ladies. They are wildflowers and wallflowers who enjoy flirting with the forbidden. Whether they are bold or shy, her heroines’ strong desires and deep emotions drive the plot and drive their heroes to the point of no return. 

Follow Natasha Blackthorne Online:


Facebook Profile: https://www.facebook.com/natasha.blackthorne

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Natasha-Blackthorne-217388964952800/

Promotion & Giveaways Blog: http://natashablackthorneblog.blogspot.com/

New Releases Only Blog: http://authornatashablackthorne.blogspot.com/

Facebook Readers’ Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/NatashaBlackthorne/

Twitter: Nblackthorne



Enter to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card on the Rafflecopter below. 


 You must be 18 years of age or older to enter. 


Void where prohibited by law. 



a Rafflecopter giveaway


Launch Day! Ransoming Redemption!

RR3 out today

Ransoming Redemption, the third and final book in the Rannigan’s Redemption erotic romance triology, is out TODAY!  It’s the conclusion of the story about high-powered Manhattan attorney and inveterate player Michael Rannigan, and his complicated relationship with fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.

It’s gotten great advance buzz:

I received the ARC of Ransoming Redemption. A privilege for sure. With how Running Rogue ended, I was itching to see what happened to Michael, and if Maggie and Beau fell in love. I must tell you, that there are very few books that made me bawl like a baby. One was Fine Things by Daniel Steele. And that’s who Pandora Spocks’ writing can be compared to. Steele, Jackie Collins. She’s one of the finest Indie writer I’ve met.

In the Finale of Rannigan’s Redemption, Michael Rannigan, a successful, handsome rake tries to make up for his mistakes. In Book 2, he was faced with a challenge that he was forced to face alone – cause he was such an as*h*le – except for Maggie. She stood by him and Michael was determined to make it up to her. He will get his redemption.

Pandora Spocks is an erotic romance writer, and there are hot scenes in this series. But never will you feel that you’re reading smut. The erotic scenes are tasteful, appropriate and darn effective. People make love and so the scenes are there. But more than that, the story touches on many of our personal issues. The fear that we may not have done right in our life, our fear of being alone, our fear of losing the ones we love, and our fear of falling in love and maybe finding the happiness we seek.

This series had such an impact on me. The finale is an emotional powerhouse that made me cry for 2 hours. Yes, while reading. Awesome. Definitely the best book I’ve read so far this year.

Highly recommended must read series.

–Eeva Lancaster, The Book Khaleesi

Ransoming Redemption, along with the rest of the Rannigan’s Redemption series, is available TODAY at these fine online booksellers.

Amazon, iBooks, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords

Ransoming Redemption Excerpt


Ransoming Redemption launches on Monday, April 18.  It’s the conclusion of Rannigan’s Redemption, the three-book erotic romance series about hot-shot Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and his complicated relationship with spunky fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.

I’m afraid the final exclusive excerpt before launch day is a naughty one.  Sorry.

Not really sorry.  😉

Later that evening, after the kitchen had been thoroughly cleaned and leftovers had been packed away, the four Beaulieu daughters along with their husbands and children said their goodnights and went their separate ways.  Suddenly the house seemed empty and quiet.  Jerilyn and Justin retired to the den to watch a holiday movie on television and Bobby put Savannah to bed, but not without a song from Maggie.

Pulling Savannah’s door closed, Bobby winked at Maggie.  “Now, cher, there’s something I want to show you.”

Ten minutes later they were driving away from the house in the rented pickup truck, country music playing softly on the radio.  “You want to show me something we have to drive to?” Maggie asked.

His smile said he was pleased with himself.  “It’s not too far.”

Soon they were driving in an older neighborhood populated with small family homes set closely together.  Most were well-kept and a few had apparently used the holiday to get a jump on setting out their Christmas decorations.  Maggie smiled out the window at wicker reindeer lit with twinkling white lights, inflated Santas and other cartoon characters lit from within, and roofs outlined in sparkling icicle lights.

Bobby pulled to a stop in front of a nondescript split level with brick on the bottom and white clapboard on the top.  Black shutters framed the three visible windows.  A large tree stood in the front, skeletal in the cool fall air.  Maggie looked back to Bobby questioningly.

“This is the home where I grew up,” he said quietly.  He looked at Maggie.  “We were happy here.  Crowded, because there are only three bedrooms and a bath and a half, but we were happy.”  He smiled as he looked out across the brown lawn.  “See that tree right there?  It’s a maple.  I planted it from a seed when I was about five.  Savannah’s age now,” he reflected.

Maggie smiled too, envisioning five-year-old Bobby slowing down long enough to plant a seed in a paper cup.  “Your mom said that you built their house.”

Bobby gazed down at his hands on the steering wheel.  “My dad worked on the off-shore oil rigs, was gone for months at a time.  Maman taught school.  We never had two nickels to rub together, and they worked so hard, both of them.  We never lacked anything we needed, but it was always tight.  Then Pop got hurt and couldn’t work anymore.”

He looked back to Maggie, his eyes shining.  “They always sacrificed so much for all of us.  I didn’t want them to ever worry about their home.  And I figured, hell, might as well make it big enough for everybody.” Bobby laughed lightly.

Maggie smiled at him proudly.  “You’re a good son.  A good man.”  She slid across the bench seat and leaned up to kiss him deeply.  Leaning back she said, “Thank you for showing me this.”

He sighed.  “I just want you to know who I am, where I come from.”  His eyes took on a mischievous sparkle.  “But this isn’t all I wanted to show you.”  Putting the truck back in gear, he drove away from the quiet neighborhood and pulled back onto a highway.

Fifteen minutes later the terrain grew less populated, and they were passing endless oak trees bare of leaves but dripping with Spanish moss that glowed eerily in the moonlight.

“Where are we going?” Maggie asked curiously.  Bobby winked at her as he pulled off the highway onto an unpaved road, the truck bouncing as he slowly made his way over potholes.  Eventually the dirt track opened up into a clearing at the edge of a marsh.

Bobby turned off the truck engine and grinned.  “This, cher, is where I passed a good deal of my misspent youth.  We’d come out here and go fishing or frog-gigging.  But at night, it can be very romantic.  Come on.”  He jumped out and came around to open Maggie’s door.  She took his hand and slid down to the ground.

Bobby kissed her warmly and grinned.  “I’ve wanted to bring you here since the first time we kissed.”  He led her around to the back of the truck and lowered the tailgate.

Maggie noticed for the first time that the bed wasn’t empty.  Tucked against the cab of the truck was a small cooler and a sleeping bag.  She looked back to Bobby, her eyes wide.

He grinned at her.  “It’s a beautiful night with a full moon, cher.  Just right for strawberry wine.”

He hopped up into the bed of the truck and help her climb up beside him.  Together they stood looking out over the marsh shining silver in the light of the moon.  He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to himself, lifting her chin with a finger.  “You’re so pretty,” he breathed before covering her lips with his own.  Pulling her closer he deepened his kiss as Maggie opened her mouth to welcome his searching tongue, giving herself over completely.  She allowed her head to loll back as he trailed kisses down the side of her neck and she felt her core become drenched with desire.

Maggie was breathless when he released her.  She watched as he rolled out the sleeping bag and she stooped to help him spread it out.  He sat and patted the space beside him.

“Come get comfortable,” he grinned as he opened the cooler and removed a bottle of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill along with a couple of plastic cups.

“Red Solo cups?  Seriously?” Maggie laughed as she sat beside him, her legs curled beside her.

“Oh, cher, we’re going for authenticity,” he returned.  He handed her a cup and touched his to hers.  “To my sweet strawberry wine.”  Maggie took a sip and looked up to see Bobby’s eyes burning into hers.  He took her cup again and put it down beside his.

“You aren’t the first girl I’ve ever brought here.”  He smiled ruefully.  “But I want you to be the last.”  With that, he lay her back and leaned over her looking down.  “I want to see the moonlight on your beautiful body,” he whispered, raising her arms above her head.  Slowly, he peeled off her layers until she lay bare before him, glowing in the light that bathed her skin.

Bobby drank in the sight of her breasts with their points puckered and sharp in the cool night air, her flat belly that ended at her smooth pussy, and he looked back up to her green eyes that gazed back at him, sparkling with desire.  “You take my breath away, cher.”  He knelt up and removed his shirt and jeans quickly.

“Oh, Bobby,” she whispered as he pressed her legs apart with his body and held himself over her, his hardness teasing her entrance.  “I love you so much.”

Bébé, tu es toute pour moi,” he murmured as he slowly entered her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Maggie brought her knees up, eager to have him inside her as far as he’d go.  “God, I love it when you do that,” she hissed.

Bobby’s movements became more intense, his thrusting more urgent, spurred on by Maggie’s moans of pleasure.  Buried deeply in her sex, he felt her grip his cock more tightly as her moment neared.

“Oh, Bobby, oh my…”

“Do it, baby, come for me,” he urged her softly.

Maggie shattered as her climax rolled through her body like a tidal wave and she cried out unintelligibly.  As her body continued to shudder in pleasure, his own release came and he thrust one last time as he grunted her name.  “Maggie…”  For a moment he held himself still as his essence poured into her.  A lifetime later, as her shuddering subsided, he kissed her tenderly before sliding from her body and pulling the edge of the sleeping bag over them.

 Ransoming Redemption is out on Monday, April 18 at these online booksellers.

Amazon, iBooks, B&N, Kobo, & Smashwords

Not all caught up on Rannigan’s Redemption?  No problem.  Resisting Risk and Running Rogue are available now at those same retailers.