Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Halloween!

I searched Halloween on Youtube. I was trying, to be honest, to find a clip from Everybody Loves Raymond where Frank gave out all Ray and Debra's "things" (condoms) to the trick or treaters when he ran out of candy. I failed. But I found this and it was just too funny. Especially the kids at the 3 minute mark. Man, I wouldn't want to get a dressing down from the one in red pajamas. I think he will be an excellent authority figure some day. LOL

Happy Halloweenie!

p.s. Coming soon, a letter for you. And you and you and you. On current happenings in the wonderful, amazing community of erotica writers.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Guest Blogger: Alison Tyler

It's hopping around here. The joint is jumping. I had a guest blogger yesterday and now today, too! What can I say, this is a partying kind of blog ;)

Now that I sound like Fonzi from Happy Days, twist your way on down and read AT's guest blog and check out her brand new book Dark Secret Love.

If you were around 'back in the day' (seven years or so) you might remember parts of this book from her blog. She was posting every day and keeping a great many of us on edge with her tales from the past. Now that's all been gathered in book(s) form and the beginning is DSL. Whether you've never read any of it or were reading it in the way back machine, I urge you to grab a copy. It'll grab you right back.


Turn Up the Volume

I saved this one for Sommer, because she is to 80s music as I am to 80s music. Yeah, the SAT question writers would fault me for that one. But there can be two right answers every once in awhile, yes?

So picture a jukebox. Not a replica. The real deal. With colorful neon, those gorgeous curves, and records. Not CDs. Not MP-whatever-the-fucks. Slippery vinyl records. Push the buttons. Choose your song.

That’s how jukeboxes usually work.

But when I was writing Dark Secret Love, I let the music choose me. (I know. I know. We’ve wandered into Zen land. Accidentally, of course. Don’t breathe the breath; let the breath breathe you.) But I drive when I’m thinking. And while I was writing the first draft of Dark Secret Love (oh, seven years ago), I would let the radio gods shine on me each day. Almost all of the posts I penned was inspired by a specific song. Not the content of the posts, but the tone.

The Who’s Behind Blue Eyes

Blondie’s Heart of Glass

Squeeze’s Black Coffee in Bed

Guess Who’s She’s Come Undone

The Cure’s Show Me, Show Me, Show Me

Leonard Cohen’s Everybody Knows

Roxy Music’s Love is the Drug

Pink Floyd’s Shine On You Crazy Diamond

I’ve always been musically inspired. One of my very first sales (back in the dark ages) was a story based on a line in Prince’s When Doves Cry. And you all know that many of my BDSM collections are based on song titles: Hurts So Good, Love at First Sting, Slave to Love.

But Dark Secret Love was different. Because I wrote to the atmosphere the songs gave me. I let the rhythms get under my skin. I became obsessed each day with the next post’s song. I couldn’t turn off the radio until I heard the right one.

There’s magic in the music. I’ve always known that.

If you read Dark Secret Love, you may be able to hear the magic for yourself.

Alison Tyler was a deejay back when deejays spun records. She had that coveted 12-3 a.m. shift, interspersed every so often with a 3-6 a.m. shift. She still can’t pass a record store without going inside. Visit for late-night chatter over the airwaves.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Guest Blogger: Teresa Noelle Roberts (blog, excerpt and giveaway)

Welcome, welcome, TNR! :) Let's hear about her brand-spanking-new book, shall we? :) Don't forget to comment here or on her blog (link below) or both places for chances to win!



Thanks for hosting me, Sommer. I’m here today to celebrate the release of Cougar’s Courage, which is book 3 in the Duals and Donovans: The Different series of erotic paranormal romance. The previous two books in the series are Lions’ Pride and Foxes’ Den. (A fourth book, Fox’s Folly,  is called “a Duals and Donovans adventure” because it falls outside the series timeline.)  Characters from Lions’ Pride play important roles in Cougar’s Courage, but my editor made sure the book stands alone if you want to hop into the series with this one and then work back.

I'm doing a giveaway on my own website--a copy of Cougar's Courage and a print copy of Lions' Pride. Comment here or there for a chance to win. A comment both places gets you two entries.

Series blurb: Welcome to an America where the non-human Different and magically gifted humans live among ordinary people. Witches are both feared and honored, but shape-shifting Duals are treated as second-class citizens. The Agency, a government agency that’s supposed to monitor illegal uses of magic and Different abilities, has developed its own dangerous agenda. But when Duals and witches join forces, the Agency and other bad guys aren’t going to know what hit them.
And neither are the witches and Duals. Witch magic grows from the positive energy of love and sex–and the only thing better than one Dual is two of them! And then there are shamans, who work their chaotic magic to comfort the afflicted and shake up the comfortable. Once shamans get involved, everything gets weirder…and sexier.

Blurb: Toronto cop Cara Many-Winters Mackenzie is still reeling from her fiancé’s murder when her orderly life takes a turn toward the weird, complete with voices in her head and phantom bleeding wounds.

This violent awakening is the rise of her Different gift—a chaotic, Bugs-Bunny-on-crack magic that she must learn to control before it destroys her. There’s only one place to get help: her mother’s ancestral village, and a mentor who seems to have stepped straight out of the smoke of her erotic dreams.

Cougar Dual Jack Long-Claw reluctantly agrees to take Cara under his wing, though he’d much rather take the beautiful city girl into his bed. As he guides her through a crash course in shamanic magic, sparks fly—some sexy, some snarky. But when an ancient enemy attacks the village, they must work together to hone a magical weapon against certain destruction.

Common sense tells them it’s a terrible time to fall in love. Their spirit guides have other ideas. And shamans who don’t listen to their spirit guides are dead shamans…

Warning: Hot shape-shifting feline hero. Strong but shell-shocked heroine. Snarky, meddling spirit guides. And lots and lots of sex: angry sex, crazy sex, magical sex, and just plain sexy sex.

Excerpt: This sexy bit falls shortly after Jack, Cara, and another shapeshifting shaman fought off mysterious creatures that turned out to be loups-garous: sorcerers possessing wolves through a particularly nasty form of magic. Jack and Cara are both in shock.

If she was gasoline, Jack was a match.
He kissed and nipped his way down her body, bringing her nipples to life with his lips and tongue and questing, pinching fingers. Forceful, riding the line between perfect and too much, and right now, that was exactly where she wanted to be.
The wind howled outside, or maybe it was her blood.
Her jeans were already gone when she woke. Damp from collapsing in the snow, she assumed, and Jack had gotten her out of them while she was unconscious, leaving her thermals in place. He cupped her through the thermals, stroking her throbbing sex. Pushing, pushing. The lamps flared alarmingly, their flames rainbow-striped.
Jack interrupted what he was doing just long enough to glare at the lamps and growl, sternly, “No.” They returned to normal.
Then he slipped his hand inside the elastic waist of her thermals. His fingers burned on her belly as they worked their way down.
Jack raised his eyebrows and smiled appreciatively as he stroked the soft, sleek curls on her mound. Then he discovered her clit and went to work.
Her body tensed. She saw a meteor shower on a snowy night as the roof of the cabin opened, heard distant laughter that she swore emanated from somewhere in that impossible sky.
She came hard, bucking and shuddering, tears welling in her eyes from the painful intensity of the pleasure. She’d had plenty of good sex in her life, but this was ridiculous in its speed and intensity.
The craziest thing was that it didn’t take the edge off her desire, but pushed it higher.
Cara had never been so glad she’d indulged in the ridiculously adorable leopard-print thermals, or so glad to get out of them as he helped her wiggle free. They’d need to be washed anyway; they smelled like twofer Tuesday at a whorehouse.
She grabbed the ragged edges of his shirt and yanked. The remaining fabric yielded with a satisfying ripping sound, and a few buttons popped onto the floor.
His body was as beautiful as she’d dreamed, and she couldn’t seem to stop touching it. Lean, strong, not bulked up like a guy who spent time working out in a gym, but all muscle. His skin looked smooth and felt like sueded silk under her hands. Living silk, warm and supple and so delicious.
His jeans wouldn’t rip away. She had to unzip. He had to wriggle. Conscious thought was definitely involved. But most of the thought was simply, Naked. Need naked.
She said the only words she’d managed to get out since the first kiss. “My God, your cock is gorgeous.” Not the kind of thing she usually thought, let alone blurted out, but his was so big and thick and delicious that she couldn’t help herself.
Jack threw his head back and laughed. “Thanks, but I know the truth. Even the best cock’s funny looking.” Then his voice dropped into smoky intensity. “It’s what you do with them that makes them beautiful.”
“Show me, then. Now.” She heard the words from across the universe, on some level knowing they were right, as if she was being guided. Though if she was being guided
right now, it was by the spirit of Marilyn Monroe or Mata Hari or some dead porn star who’d really liked her work.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Today I'm at Rose Caraway's joint...

Oh wow, the amazing Rose Caraway has me over at her place The Kiss Me Quick's with a guest blog and an excerpt and her take on my book Restricted Release. And she's doing a giveaway. Yay and super big thanks to her! Go HERE to find out more.

Speaking of angels...

Weren't you? Oh, sorry. It must have been just me and a few people on Twitter the other day. What with Supernatural all revolving around angels at the mo, they are getting quite a bit of press. Which made me think of this book. That I wrote a million years ago. Okay, 3 1/2 but it feels like a million. Alex Church is not a Castiel wanna be. (Did Cas even exist in 2010? I should know this, I've been with Supernatural from day 1 but the math...she hurts my head) . What Alex Church is is an angel with good intentions, a pretty package and a heavenly libido...

Still hanging around on Ellora's Cave and Kindle and even Nook. And all the other places. How divine!

There you are. A blast from the past is pasted in below the squiggly line. From the original SmutGirl blog no less. May she rest in peace.

p.s. Also one of my most favorite smoking covers evah!

*Posted on 4/16/10 which seems a million years ago...


What? Was there a question? Jesus Pleezus, this is the cover for my book Sensitive that comes out next Friday. Thank you, Syneca who listened to my insane input and rambling about hot men and simplicity and whatnot and presto change-o gave me...Tada! This!

Whew and also, pass me the fan. Here is the blurb. Did I make sense? Did I type in English? Gosh, I hope so. I'm a bit distracted...

Sommer Marsden

What happens when a gorgeous angel is dropped in your lap? If you’re psychic-sensitive Harper Brown, first you assume the guy’s nuts, then you realize he’s not, but you’re too busy trying to undo his belt buckle and feel his pecs to care.

When Alex Church shows up to watch over her—supposedly from heaven—Harper’s flattered. And a bit unnerved. Oh, and super turned on. With the cemetery across the street revving her psychic engine, Harper’s practically vibrating from both psychic and sexual energy.

She should be focusing on aiding needy spirits, but with ready-and-willing Alex by her side, Harper’s a bit distracted trying to discover just how sinful her very own heavenly creature can be.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

"a definite keeper and a must read recommendation" (Guest blog, review and GIVEAWAY)

Yay and also woohoo! The second official review for Restricted Release is in. The first was in RT Book Review Magazine last week. The second is hanging out at Illustrious Illusions Reviews which also happens to be a stop on my almost a blog tour blog tour. The nicest bit is below. You know I always have to show off the shiniest snippet ;)

I've been done with the book for a week, and for an avid reader who has already read 5 more books, I can tell you pieces of Restricted Release from memory and that makes this book a definite keeper and a must read recommendation for you.If you head over there I have guest blogged ("So Dirty") and there's a giveaway (winner announced on 10/31). So drop in if you get a moment and read my highly NSFW snippet.


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

FROM THE ARCHIVES: "A no win game" or "How Chuck Palahniuk saved my sanity"

Originally posted her on UF November 2011...but definitely bears repeating!



So I have a problem. I am the person who takes everything to heart. Squared. And I let anything even mildly negative eat away at me and drive me basically...bat shit.

So when I wrote Big Bad, I knew it would probably be a mixed bag reviews as far as paranormals went. There are folks who read paranormals who want their 'worlds' to be a specific way. Especially wolves. They want packs to be very much like packs in nature--something I learned when I wrote Base Nature and someone told me my werewolves were not behaving like werewolves. Which both startled me and sort of cracked me up.

Bottom line is: I knew it would fly with some and sink with others. I knew it and I was okay with it. I thought.

It's very easy to be brave before something happens, don't you think? It's entirely different to keep your shit together when it actually happens.

So it happened--My first book that came out of the gate at a mere 3 on Goodreads. Yes, 3 is "I liked it". To me that means "You are mediocre" (please keep in mind these are my hangups. Do not read anything at all into it regarding anyone else's writing. This is really just about my own mangled mind fuckery.)

So not to put too fine of a point on it. I freaked out.

Then a review came in from someone who didn't finish the book and didn't like it. At all. And I freaked out some more. Because to me. "I don't like it" means "I don't like you."

Which is stupid. But hey, I'm being honest here.

Then I saw the video above. (specifically 4:34) And I literally felt my entire body exhale. I relaxed. It was like someone had taken a piano off my back and said, hey, take a deep breath.

It is much easier for my type AAAAAAA personality to say: she didn't get it than she didn't like it. Because not liking it=not liking me (not really...just to yours truly). But not getting it=didn't work for her. And that is something my mind 'gets'.

So if you tend to take things to heart and let them eat at you and are a bit of a nutter like moi...I suggest you watch this whole thing. Not just minute 4:34. It's worth it. Totally.

And in the interim the book has picked up 5 stars and 4 stars and yes, more 3 stars. And I think some even lower. Raves and rips, basically. And so far I haven't exploded.

Good stuff ;)


Monday, October 21, 2013

Guest Blogger: Victoria Blisse is Sharing Nicely

Turns out I'm politely negative. Who knew! Learn something new about myself every day. LOL..


The Billionaire Debate.

Thanks for having me over, Sommer. Always love coming to visit.

 I remember some months ago I commented on a post Sommer had made pointing out the plethora of Billionaire books in the wake of THAT book. I remember the tone of the post was somewhat negative, but very polite of course, but negative all the same.

I deflated a tad as I’d just finished and submitted Sharing Nicely to Totally Bound and it features two billionaires. Hot ones, of course.  I had to think, was I cashing in on the popularity of *whispers quickly* Fifty Shades of Grey? Well yeah, I’d be lying if I said no but was that the only reason I wrote Sharing Nicely? That’s a resounding no.

I love the story, the characters and the research thrilled me no end. I got to virtually visit Venice, a place I’ve always wanted to go to. I couldn’t have written Sharing Nicely if I hadn’t felt a connection with it, it might be a story featuring two very rich, dominant men but that’s not the be all and end all of it.

Two hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?

Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.

Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.

Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.

Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.

“So, are you two ready?” he asked. “I’ll get Chester to bring the limo round.”
“We can go in mine,” Darren snapped.
“Oh, don’t start this again.” I shook my head. “Decide nicely or I’ll be getting the damn Tube home.”
If the billionaires could be so abrupt with me, I’d be snappy with them.
“Fine,” Darren shrugged, “but we’re going back to my hotel.”
“Where are you staying?”
While the boys argued amongst themselves I took the date book and locked it away in my desk. I’d filled up a lot of the year and some dates had drifted into the next one. With the business I’d secured I was guaranteed to finish the fiscal year pleasantly in profit. I might even be able to afford a holiday. If I could persuade myself to stay away from Diamonds long enough.
When I walked back over to them the boys were silent.
“So, are we actually ready now?”
Greg reacted first, slipping his arm into mine and smiling.
“Yes, it seems me and Darren are staying at the same hotel.”
“Wonderful,” I smiled, intensely relieved. “Lead the way.”
Darren took hold of my other arm and we strode out together. I wasn’t expecting the barrage of flashing lights and yelled questions that greeted us. I supposed I had been a little naïve. The boys, with the aid of some huge security guards, pushed past the demands and we scooted into the back of a shiny black limousine. The mellow scent of leather filled the interior. Everything sparkled. I felt like we were in a separate car to the driver who was way, way down at the front.
“Are we going to the hotel, sir?” a polite voice asked. It sounded like it came from behind me, which was puzzling until I realised there was some kind of intercom device. Greg reached to the side of the limo and pressed a button.
“Yes, please, Chester.”
I would have liked more space to actually enjoy the ride home but I was crowded by two competing men and so spent my time flipping my gaze from one to the other, answering questions. Both were squeezed up close to me and both seemed determined to seduce me. I found that mind-spinningly crazy.
“What perfume are you wearing?” Darren ducked his head to sniff at my neck. I was very aware of his lips hovering just above my pulse point. I wished he’d kiss me there.
“Oh, I don’t know. Something fruity.” My mind went completely blank.
“You smell good enough to eat.” Darren continued and his lips did touch my skin but only for the briefest second. My whole body tightened at the gentle kiss.
“Your dress is beautiful.” It seemed Greg was not to be outdone—in fact he boldly ran his hand down my body from my shoulder, over my breast and lower. “I love the feel of velvet.”
“Thank you,” I squeaked then cleared my throat. “Thanks, I love velvet too.”
Tension zinged through me, sexual and otherwise. These two guys who  I’d only just met were making me into a battlefield. They were warring to control me.
I wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being mollycoddled. I took decisions, I dived into situations and I expected all of my staff to be respectful to both men and women. I’d reprimanded several for sexism and would go as far as to sack someone if they didn’t change their ways. I should have been appalled by the situation—I wasn’t just a trophy or a business contract. I should have kicked up a fuss and left then and there.
But I didn’t. I liked being the centre of attention. I liked being the prize they both wanted.
I waited for the next move but we pulled up outside the hotel so I had to wait until we exited the car. Again, both men linked arms with me. It was cold outside but apart from the cool breeze on my cheeks I barely felt it because their hard bodies protected me from the elements.
They whisked me across the marble frontage, past the liveried doorman and into a huge reception area. It glittered with prestige and marble. Everything was perfect, neat and tidy. There was nothing overly ornate or showy but you could tell by the purposeful minimalism that this was a very classy place. The kind of place I’d only ever imagined visiting.
We moved across the hall into the bar. Again it was big, shiny but understated. The bar was long and all the staff behind it were in immaculately cut uniforms. They all looked smart and tidy and I looked on with envy. I wished I could get my own staff to look so impressive.
“What would you like to drink?” Darren asked and smirked at Greg.
“I’d love a glass of water, really,” I replied, “I’m so thirsty.”
“I’ll get them to send over some water too, but should we have some champagne? It was a very good night for us all after all.”
Both Darren and Greg had won awards and I was sure they’d both made several deals too as they played the room.
“Yes, why not?” Greg answered before me. “Champagne sounds good.”
When Darren moved away Greg turned to me.
“Look, Kerry, I really would love to spend the night with you but it is killing me to be nice to him.”
“This is you being nice?”
“Exactly.” He almost smiled. I found it surprisingly endearing. “Please can we dump the other guy?”
“No.” I was very firm, it surprised even me. “No, I said I wanted to spend time with you both, so that is what’s going to happen. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”
“God, woman. You’re infuriatingly stubborn.” He growled.
“Now that is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.” I laughed.
Greg sighed. “I’m not used to being told what to do, Kerry. I’m the one in control.”
“I’d noticed, but if you want me, you play by my rules.” It was fun playing him at his own game.
“Oh, I want you.” His growl turned to a gravelly purr. It wasn’t cute, it was the noise of a killer beast merely at rest. Any moment he could pounce and rip me apart. It turned me on. I wriggled in my seat and my damp knickers chafed against my plump lips.
“Then you’ll share nicely.” I leaned in and kissed him. He was shocked, almost as much as I was. His lips were hard and ungiving for a moment—I thought maybe I’d pushed him too far—but then they melted, opened and pushed back and I felt his pent-up arousal running into me. I released my frustrated desire with every move of my lips.

About the Author: 

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook , Twitter  and Pinterest

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