Sunday, September 30, 2012

"It actually had a plot..."

Cold 19/52It always makes me wonder what erotica was being read by a customer when I see that line in one of my reviews. But that is neither here nor there, really. The point is, yay! Restless Spirit got another 5 star review just since yesterday. My favorite part:

"I thought that it was amazing and left me needing a cold shower!!!"

Thank you, readers, for giving this book I adore so much love. You rocketh (and you rolleth, too).


Saturday, September 29, 2012

I Snapped! or Sneaky Peeker!

Not so much snapped as caved, but snapped sounded more dramatic ;) I have not been looking at reviews or ranking or any of that for weeks and weeks (like 6-8). I have been super proud. But with a brand new book out from HarperCollins (Boys Next Door) and one in 50 Shades of Grey Magazine (Learning to Drown), I have peeked at ranking a few times. I dare you to be an author and NOT peek during times like that.

Anyway, in my sneaky peeking, I accidentally saw some reviews had been added for Restless Spirit. And the most recent ones made my whole sneaky peeking morning! You can see the whole reviews on Restless Spirit's amazon buy page, but the parts that made me smile over my coffee like a mad woman with crazy bed head and only one eye open are as follows:

"It was well written and OMG It was way better than fifty shades of grey.. My husband said thank you to the writer Sommer Marsden...You're Awesome!!"

"This is the second book I have read by this author and there is a reason for it, the sex is hot! If you are looking for a good steamy read, I would highly recommend this book."Thank you, ladies! And reader #1, tell your hubs I said, "you're welcome" :)

Now that starts a Saturday off the right way. Have a lovely weekend, y'all. I hope it's as chilly and fall-ish wherever you are as it is here in my neck of the woods.


Thursday, September 27, 2012

*flailing happy dance*

My book Boys Next Door is out today! I am on "The Hot Press" over at Mischief Books.  Alongside, Charlotte Stein to boot. And next to that a compilation Take Me that contains one of my shorts, Shattered. Overall, a good good day. Did I say good? I meant fucking spectacular!

Go HERE for more info on my novel. And click READ A SAMPLE NOW to, a sample now! :) (((Woohoo!)))

Have a great day.


Another spooktacular zombie lurve poem...

Lady and the zombie tramp

Today's feartastic poem is from Miz Angell. Woohoo! Tasty:

The Unanswered Question

As I lay here dying,
And, you are in fact, the undead,
I have one last thought
That runs through my head

By putting me first,
and staying behind
you sacrificed yourself
my love, you were kind

you gave me my life
as they took yours away
but now you're here for mine
it's a price I can pay

The love I had for you
In life you’ll never again see
Because zombies are called that
For a reason or three

But with a pure heart
I can die knowing still
The greatest gift I could give
Has yet to be filled

Because of the movies
And Hollywood scripts
There’s just one last thing
I hope that’s not legend or myth

I wonder if eating my brain
As we are told that zombies do
Will make you somehow smarter
And boost that negative IQ?

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

A trio of gore-juss love poems...

[182/365] Zombie Love

A trio of zombie love poems for you today. How lucky am I? We have Kristina Wright, Kiki Howell and Willsin Rowe. So grab a tasty beverage and peruse some words of zombie love and longing...I'm so excited I could just die. But...ya know, make sure I stay down...

Lay Your Bleeding Head, My Love
By Willsin Rowe

Lay your bleeding head, my love, 
Human on my skinless arm;
Time and undeath burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the braaain ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of skull
Let the living creature squirm,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely edible.

Hungering for You
By Kristina Wright

The light in your eyes, love
is bright with your need
But my desire is stronger
and a zombie must feed

The wind in the willow
the corpse in the tree
The brain in your hand
that you feed to me

But it's not enough, love
this much I confess
My hunger is growing
And you're an edible mess

Ode to My Dead Love Walking
By Kiki Howell

My husband, once cherished,
I lived, I loved, only because you were alive.
But now, You walk, though you have perished
And I, well I, merely try to survive.
Memories flood my mind
Of us alive, skin against skin.
Then my flesh trembles, because your death I relive
To the mournful, bitter truth, I must become resigned.
So now, I do alone, gulp your last bottle of harsh gin.
And yet, in disbelief, with anger, I refuse to accept or forgive.

But Bitten and buried,
I thought you knew,
The definition of Death isn’t varied.
Murder is a sin, it’s always been true.
To rise, to stalk,
When dead is wrong
To hunger, to feed,
Like you’re no more than a scavenging hawk
To torture, to kill, all day and all night long
Though I watch, safely hidden from you, inside I still bleed.

Though a faint spark of life guides you,
You retain none of your humanity.
I still dream of a love that’s true
As your bloody, mangled body limps toward me,
Sad truth creates a personal hell.
One of the f*@king walking dead
Is the man I once made love to.
Impossible decision, my heart does swell.
 I die inside, beyond filled with dread,
 As I cock my gun, and your flesh my bullet rips through. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


Crazzzzzy day. Firstly, I now own a 16 year old. This time (almost to the hour, actually) I was bringing him into this world. To eat my food and lose my stuff and steal my books and mouth off. And...give me a million hugs a day, practically take care of me during the weekdays after my surgery in March and tell me he loves me every time he leaves the house. Even in front of his friends. So...yay birthday for boy child!

Birthday Cake - Balloons

Secondly, there's still time:

roses are wet
violets are dead
i'll be your pet
if you give me your head

See zombie love poems ain't so hard. Now you! (p.s. US and UK and Canada welcome):

And finally, Woohoo!!!

Here is an informal lineup of HUNGRY FOR LOVE. Meaning, no particular order yet, yo ;) :

Little Deaths (Cora Zane)
My Name is Brighton (Alana Noel Voth)
Dead in the Water (Lynn Townsend)
Head Full of Zombie (Alison Tyler)
Zombie Apocalypse: First Responder (Kissa Starling)
You Look Better Dead (Jeffrey L. Shipley)
Zombie Goddess (Sadey Quinn)
Dark Hunger (Erzabet Bishop)
Love Never Dies (t'Sade)
Meat (Bobby Diabolus)
Annie Morgan (Armand Rosamilia)
Queer Zombie Disco (Kirsty Logan)
The Tenderest Meat (Elise Hepner)
Last Man on Earth (Blacksilk)
Zombie Factory (Kiki Howell)
Screen Siren (Annabeth Leong)
You Make a Dead Man Come (Sommer Marsden)

Monday, September 24, 2012



Mine are fried (or at least lime-flavored) from today. Zombies and sex and sexy zombies and edits and...gasp. But we are plugging along here on the fabulous Coming Together: Hungry For Love zombie antho and I'm stoked.

I also made curried butternut squash soup. It was my break from killing my neck at the dining room table buried under piles of paper. It was so cool and breezy and downright fall-ish today, soup seemed to be a must. And like I said, it was my break. Cooking always mellows me a bit.

Let's see...this is a rambling blog. Right now I am reading Partials by Dan Wells. What about you? Reading anything good?

Oh and six days left to enter my silly zombie love poem contest. Details at the top of the sidebar to the right.


Saturday, September 22, 2012

Fun stuff...

For some reason this youtube video makes me uber happy. Maybe it's because her lovely accent makes us sound so proper and refined. Anyway, Alison Tyler sent it to me and I thought I'd share :)

Also, this is nifteh! Passionate Cooks comes out October 1 but you can pre-order and it's free. FREE!

Here's the blurb and the link:

Food and love have had a long association, for Passionate Cooks: Free Recipes From Today’s Hottest Romance Authors, over 150 authors of the genre have put their pens and computers aside to don aprons, get down and dirty in the kitchen, and share their love of food.

Much like romance novels themselves, the dishes range from spicy to sweet. There is something for every taste and every level of culinary expertise. The cookbook includes New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Mari Carr’s “Wild Irish” Cream of Crab Soup recipe. Western GBLT author BA Tortuga contributes a dish as spicy and colorful as the straight-shooting author herself with Ranch Hands—a blend of Tabasco, salsa, onions and cumin, added to pinto beans, eggs, Canadian bacon and cheddar cheese and served in a tortilla. And for those of you who are feeling extra creative and sexy, there’s the Avocado Dip that doubles as body paint from mystery writer Marcia James.

Some recipes are simple, such as Down Home Mac & Cheese, while some are more exotic, such as Spicy Shrimp Risotto.
There are even some gluten-free selections, like the Sweet and Spicy Gluten-Free Lo Mein-ish Noodles from erotica author Sommer Marsden. And a few are perfectly timed for a Halloween, such as Tracey H. Kitt’s Gamberi del Diavolo or Shrimp of the Devil.

Best of all, they are FREE!

Hey look at me in the blurbage! Awesome :)

And THERE'S STILL TIME for the zombie love poem contest. See the sidebar to the right~~~~~> Surely you can spare a moment to pen a lovely sonnet, just a stanza, or even a limerick. There once was a zombie from...(dirty or clean, dealer's choice).

Happy Saturday!


Friday, September 21, 2012

Author Spotlight: Katie Salidas NEW RELEASE!

The lovely Katie Salidas has a brand new release out--fresh, just for you! I hear there are werewolves in it. Mmm...werewolves. My favorite flavor...


Good girls don’t wear fur, or fight over men, and they certainly don’t run around naked, howling at the moon.

But then, no-one ever called Fallon a good girl.

As a human unofficially mated to an Alpha werewolf, Fallon is being pressured to “become”...or be gone.

Her mate Aiden, the interim leader of the Olde Town Pack, is in a position that demands he either choose a wolf mate...or leave the pack forever. No matter how hot the sex with Fallon is, he can’t ignore centuries of tradition.

Become a wolf or not. If only the choice were that simple. Fallon’s options are further clouded by the overt presence of other females desperate to be the Alpha’s mate. And when these bitches get serious, it’s not just claws that come out. If Fallon wants to keep her man and take the title she’ll have to exert a little dominance of her own.

An Immortalis Companion Novella
Copyright © 2012 by Katie Salidas

Sample Excerpt

Chapter 1   
Long pajama pants, a sweat shirt, fuzzy socks, and still I felt frozen. I’d been here a couple of months but still hadn’t gotten used to the cold. Boston was an arctic tundra compared to Las Vegas and that blistering desert I’d come from. I’d be warm soon enough, though. Aiden was due back at any moment. That man was hot! Wolves have more than just good looks working for them. They run a few degrees warmer than us humans. And I needed that heat. The thought of him snuggling up next to me, fur coat or not, was enough to keep the icicles at bay for the moment, but I was still cold.
Teeth chattering, I pulled the thick feather comforter up to my chest and snuggled into the fluffy, king-sized down pillows. I doubted I would ever get used to the winter. But, if I wanted to stay with Aiden, I’d have to. As the future Alpha of the Olde Town Pack, he was a Boston boy for life. That also meant I would have to make some life changing decisions.
The thought of that wiped the smile from my face.
Aiden was my love, and I knew he loved me for who and what I was—human. But the pack… they wouldn’t accept a human as their Alpha Female.
I buried my head under the blanket as if it would shield me. I’d been avoiding facing the inevitable, but a decision had to be made… soon.
The bedroom door opened with a slight creak.
“Fallon, babe. You still awake?” Aiden called out in a whisper.
Perfect timing! A thrill of excitement ran through me. “Yeah. Come cuddle. I need to steal your warmth, I’m freezing over here.”
He gave me a quick sidelong glance then looked at the wall. “It helps if you turn on the heater.”
“There’s a heater in here? Why didn’t you tell me?” I felt a little embarrassed for not thinking of something so simple; but in my defense, I hadn’t lived at the sanctuary long.
“Yeah.” He tapped a finger on the thermostat mounted to the wall. “Looks like Brady is up to his old games. The thermostat is off.” He clicked the switch, walked inside, and shut the door.
Instantly, I heard the fans kick on. Warmth rose to my cheeks, but it wasn’t from the heater.
“That bastard!” I said, angrier at myself for falling for another one of his tricks than anything else.
Aiden didn’t bother to hide his snicker. “He is who he is. But you probably should have checked the thermostat instead of turning our bed into an igloo.”
“That would have been the smart thing to do. But then I couldn’t have hot Eskimo sex with you.”
Without another word, Aiden tore off his clothes and dove into bed, under the covers. Snaking his arm around my waist, he pulled me in close and nuzzled my neck. My body began to warm, melting against his. Aiden’s chin stubble scratched a little but not so much that it hurt. Besides, I loved a little rough touch from my man. His thick scent, fresh from the hunt, filled my nose. There’s something about that heady odor of patchouli and cologne mixed with a little sweat that sends my heart racing.
Oh, yeah. This is my happy place. Safe in Aiden’s arms, I felt like the world could go to hell and I’d still be okay. This is love, right?
Twenty-six years old and I’d never really been in love. Sad to say, I know. But love had never been a high priority on my list. School, family, friends, sure… but men had been merely blips in the radar. They were temporary distractions; fun little bumps along the road of life. With Aiden, it was different. He made me want to stop bumping along the road and find my home, with him.
“How was the hunt?” I scooted closer, reveling in his delicious warmth.
“The new recruits were naturals.” Pride filled his voice. “You should have seen them. Everyone transitioned this time, and they’re all acclimating well.”
“That’s wonderful news.” The last group hadn’t been so lucky. “But I couldn’t take the cold tonight. I’m still too much of a desert rat.”
His warm hand dipped under my sweat shirt. “Your blood will thicken in time.” He tip-toed his fingers up to my breasts. “How about your day? What have you been up to while I was playing in the snow?”
“Nerd stuff.” I purred. That man had a sinful touch. “I got the new server online and finished configuring the firewall. I still have to set up a few new user accounts, but other than that, not much.”
“I have no clue what you just said, but I think it’s sexy when you talk computers. Say something else.”
“Networking,” I said in my sexiest voice. “IP address. Password. TCP/IP Protocols.”
“Ooooh. There is nothing sexier than a smart woman.”
His cluelessness made me giggle, but the fact he appreciated my skills made me feel special. “Then I must be the sexiest woman this pack has ever seen. Your entire computer network needs an upgrade. Someone has to bring this pack up to date.”
“Well, then, we’re lucky to have you as our resident nerd. Speaking of that… have you given any thought to what we talked about?” His voice, a bit raspy from being out in the cold, rumbled in my ear like the purr of a big cat. He rolled my nipple between his fingers.
I let out a sigh. I’d been hoping to avoid answering that question. The luscious warmth of his body and the pleasure of his magic fingers were dampened by the reality that we needed to have the talk soon. I wanted to give in, say yes, and be with him forever, but it wasn’t so easy. That choice was potentially a life-or-death decision. Certainly not something to jump blindly into.
“Forget I asked.” He kissed the back of my neck. “I don’t want to pressure you. I just want to feel you next to me.”
Call it selfishness if you want, but I‘d never been the kind of girl who changed for anyone—or any man. Love me for who I am, or don’t have me at all. That’s the way I’ve always operated. But Aiden was a different case. How could I deny this man? With him, I wanted to be the perfect woman, but that meant I would have to change more than just my hairstyle; I’d have to change my species.
The idea of that was mind-blowingly frightening, to say the least.
I’d been stuck between two worlds in the last few months, and I felt like I was the odd human out. My best friend was a vampire and my boyfriend… he was a werewolf. And not just any werewolf—Aiden’s the interim leader of Boston’s Olde Town pack. To take the job permanently, he needed a mate. A werewolf mate, and I was a few fangs and a fur coat shy of that. 



Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.
 And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.