Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Day 5 of TAC tour is Victoria Blisse and "you're never too old for a girl fight"

One of my favorite scenes in The Accidental Cougar is a rather humorous and unfortunate girl fight. Not that I condone that kind of thing but...yeah.

To see a snippet and get the my guest blog check out Victoria Blisse's blog today. Tomorrow is Polly J. Adams! Hope to see you there!


Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Day 4 of TAC tour is Lynn Townsend and "what can start with a single look"

I'm at Lynn Townsend's today for The Accidental Cougar tour. I'm discussing what can happen with a single look. From lust for a vintage car to a love affair. Stop by and see me!

Also, yay, lovely 4/5 star review for Lost in You from You Gotta Read. Very happy. I haven't been posting many (if any, I'm not sure) of the reviews for LiY on the blog but this one was right there, taunting me when I was about to post. So I figured I'd toss it up here.


Monday, April 28, 2014

Day 3 of TAC tour is Liv Honeywell and "I'm so turned on sex?"

That's right! One of my favorite scenes in The Accidental Cougar was a no-sex sex scene. Check out my blog and a snippet on Liv Honeywell's blog today! NSFW!

Stay tuned for the next stop at Lynn Townsend's tomorrow. Hope to see you there :)


Sunday, April 27, 2014

Violet's picks...

The amazing Violet Blue's done another of her Kink Your Kindle blogs. And yay!, she's included Lost in You on her list.

I'm up there, as usual, with some amazing writers. Alison Tyler, Thomas Roche, Teresa Noelle Roberts, KD Grace, Tamsin Flowers and more.

Go check out her list and feed your Kindle something tasty before the weekend's over!

p.s. Tomorrow is stop three on The Accidental Cougar tour. I'm with Liv Honeywell. Good stuff!

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Day 2 is Teresa Noelle Roberts with “…and something weird was beginning with my neck.”

It's day 2 of The Accidental Cougar tour and I'm with Teresa Noelle Roberts. Yay :) Today I'm talking about insecurities and how Abbey overcame hers to be with young, studly Charlie. There's a lot to be said for amping up one's self esteem.

Stop by and say hi, and if you missed yesterday I was at Alison Tyler's. There's still a chance to comment to win her giveaway. Day 3 of the TAC tour will be Monday with Liv Honeywell. Hope to see you there.

Happy Saturday, my goal is to do nothing of importance today and maybe read a lot!


Friday, April 25, 2014

It's Day 1 of the TAC blog tour with Alison Tyler and "Nicknames are like secrets"

The Accidental Cougar is out! I'm so beside myself from happiness. No shit. Look, there I am...right next to me ;) It's up on Amazon and All Romance Ebooks and Excessica and Barnes and Noble and...

Well, you get the picture.

Alison Tyler is my first stop and I talk about how nicknames are kind of like secrets. Plus, how and why I adore the nickname Charlie gives Abbey in TAC.

You'll see some AMAZING art work by girl child, my artist in residence. Seriously, she's getting some massive kudos in her art endeavors and you'll see why. Andddddd there's a link for a free read of mine that I didn't even know about. As usual, Alison Tyler has hooked you up.

Oh, yeah, you could win a deck of cards! I better go before I think of something else to say.

Wait, I did think of something else to say: If you're interested in Abbey and Charlie and their smoking-hot, budding romance follow one of the links below! :)

Tomorrow...Teresa Noelle Roberts!



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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Guest Excerpt: Elise Hepner Furious Temptation

Howdy, howdy! I have a guest today. Woohoo! Elise Hepner has sent teasing bits for her latest book Furious Temptation. Sounds lovely and tumultuous doesn't it? :)

I've had very little coffee so I'm going to let you move onto the excerpt now. Before I start babbling or fall over. Trust me, it's possible.


Title: Furious Temptation
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

For millennia Megaera, a Fury, has functioned as Hades right hand by passing judgment on demons who break the sacred laws. Stalwart in her  moral compass, but harboring a curse triggered by rage, she walks a thin line between perfection and destruction. But when she digs into a case  uncovering a string of demon rapes, she incites a war with Mount Olympus that could ripple chaos throughout the ages.

     Omen Cole was demon made during the Civil War after repeated torture at the hands of his enemies.  Sentenced to an eternity as watchdog over  his emotionally frail, once human ex-wife, he’s haunted that he couldn’t save her from a brutal assault.

    Now it’s happened again. And Megaera needs his testimony. Omen will sell his body—and anything else—to avenge his fragile ex-wife. If that means  an alliance with Megaera, he’ll make it the most memorable of their eternity.

Excerpt 1:  
“Give me a chance, you won’t regret it. You want out of this situation as much as we do. It would be more than worth your trouble, I would guarantee that for you.” His fingers skipped across my collarbone until my fingers shook at my sides and I shoved them onto the edge of the bookcase behind me. I held onto the antique wood and pain twisted up my wrists. But he didn’t move back. His lips remained poised against my ear, our hair mingled, and his fingers danced on the only expanse of naked flesh on my body.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you know by now?”
I couldn’t see his eyes, but judging from his tone they were twinkling and bright with mischief. All the anger he’d been carrying, every stubborn action had been wiped away and replaced with misleading flirtation. And as much as I wanted to doubt him—he was good. Embarrassingly so. Omen’s every attention spanned into a gapping chasm of sex I’d all but put under lock and key. And then I swallowed that key. Yet his teasing voice, small bursts of air from his conversation, still licked across my skin in invisible caresses down my neck.
“Why don’t you tell me.”
If he was truly insinuating what I thought he was whispering in my ear under lock and key as my prisoner I wanted him to say the words. Because I couldn’t imagine he was desperate enough to make the proposition outright. While my fingers scrambled, I navigated the murkiness of my thoughts. If only he’d draw away. As if he meant to break me down bodily before making me take leave of my senses. With the knowledge of his manipulation came the tendrils of my anger that I’d been tamping down all day, trying to bank the embers. Suppression was a nasty business.
As sexy as he wanted this little meeting to be, I had a lovely secret weapon tucked in my pocketless skirt suit. My rage had never been my friend before, but if she would keep me from making a reckless mistake, right this second she was my BFF. Omen shifted as if he knew something between us had changed. Surely the atmosphere between us crackled with a different energy, one far more deadly than the reason I had wanted my hands wound around his neck.
“I’ll do anything you want, be anyone you want, if you give me this chance. Taking you into my bed would be far from a hardship. In fact, I’ll go farther. I can’t stop thinking about you beneath me. How well I’d love to treat your repressed little body so that my name echoes in your mind because you’ve been crying it out for so many hours. I’ll make this risk in the investigation merely a bump to get my attention, for as long as you’ll have me. And for both our sakes, I hope you keep me for a while. I don’t get bored easily.”
As his lies slid across my neck I did the first thing that came to mind. While he was lost in his seductive ploy, I lunged, wrapped my hand around his throat, and threw us both back onto the bed so I was straddling him, pinning both his hands above his head. For a beat I couldn’t recall whether or not my move was intentionally sexual or not—but here we were—and judging by his obnoxious smirk he had a fine idea.
But I only needed one hand to pin down his wrists, so I shifted in a blink and clasped my other hand around his throat, erasing his cocky expression, as if I’d drained the light from the room. His neutral expression held all the calculation of someone very, very careful. And though I’m sure he wished to, he didn’t move a muscle beneath me. Well, expect for the betrayal of his cock, which hardened between my thighs as my skirt rode up higher on my outer thighs and I tried my best to act as if I wasn’t enjoying our little moment together. I’d lose my high ground if I let the smallest moan slip. No matter how hard it was to ignore his pleasant pressure between my legs as his hard cock rubbed against my pussy.
I tried to remind myself I held all the cards when his gaze locked with mine. Neither of us spoke a word, waiting for my answer to his ludicrous proposition. He couldn’t be serious. Not when his charm and good looks got him in with my secretary as much as any other woman he’d seduced in his lifetime. I was one of many, of that I was certain. Even if he did look at me as if I was something special. And I’m sure he would have fought my silent accusations—if I’d given him room to speak.
“Even if for a second I didn’t see past your charade, Omen, I wouldn’t entertain the thought because it very clearly breaks several codes of ethics. But thanks, for the offer. I really, really appreciate it.”
With a look of smug wickedness I put emphasis into my words with every slow tilt of my hips against him as I held him immobile against his bed. His eyes flashed. Whether with anger or arousal I couldn’t care. Instead I slowly untangled us, tugged my skirt, and smoothed it with my hands. Omen lay on the bed as if I hadn’t gotten off of him. When he rubbed his neck with a few low noises in the back of his throat, I didn’t hold an ounce of guilt for my actions. Even if I still sensed him flush against my pussy.
“You still haven’t rejected my prior offer. Does that mean it’s off the table even without the incentive?”
“No. If it means making my job any easier I’ll allow you to see Claudette and follow your plan, but if it doesn’t work expect me to be beyond displeased. And you won’t enjoy me when I’m angry.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I can find many different ways to enjoy you.”
He half sat, leaning on his hands on the bed so I got a peek at his bare chest through the straining buttons of his button down which was rolled up at the sleeves. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows. I wasn’t so gullible to fall for his act. No man had wooed me before now and none would unless a group orgy was involved. Granted, what Omen was offering was very one on one—but he only offered his body as a substitute for manipulation. By taking him to my bed I’d be belaying a weakness in my character.
And I had many flaws, but weakness wasn’t one of them.
I silently reminded myself of that as Omen straightened up entirely before wincing at the tent of his pants. I wish I could have felt sorry for him, but my mind was otherwise occupied with our more pressing problem. His erection would go away eventually and I would continue dodging his roguish comments so long as the investigation lasted. If he didn’t get sentenced for Claudette’s crime then the possibility of entertaining him in a less formal capacity in my bedroom slunk around in the back of my mind—but the likelihood of that was slim.
As if Omen read my mind he smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“How do we proceed?”
Excerpt 2:  Omen Cole would get nothing from me. Not when we’d be working together for Goddess knows how long. His grip on my bicep tightened imperceptibly, as if he wasn’t aware of his strength. Heat washed up my arm, as bitingly painful as any burn. But I didn’t flinch, tense, or move a muscle. Let him unleash his rage on me, at least then we’d be working with a clear-headed demon instead of one clouded by unbelievable rage.
“What do you want?” I narrowed my gaze, tongue easing across my bottom lip.
It wasn’t really a question, not as he backed me against the hard press of marble. Nowhere to go and no one to see us. Adrenaline pounded at my temples as his other hand took a hold of my other arm. I was as good as pinned by his body and his stare. I cocked my head, a subtle dare. The lift of my lips, only at one corner—come and get me.
“A distraction.”
Before I could make another comment, the small inch of space separating our bodies dwindled to nothing as he shoved himself on me, his lips bruising against mine as my whole body went limp with acceptance. Take, take from me for the good of our cause—a cause that suddenly outweighed all of my common sense once I’d convinced myself on the walk to the elevator that this form of distraction was exactly what he needed to keep himself on track. Not as though our plan benefited me in any way at all. Gave me an excuse. The excuse.
His tongue pushed against my mouth without invitation and I opened for his perusal knowing that, as his fingers tightened around me and pain spiked up to my shoulders, he wouldn’t give me a choice. Part of me—the beast, the anger—coiled inside me. An innate reaction to a predator as my hands slid up through his button down to have skin on skin. His first few buttons burst because I couldn’t get to him quick enough. I let myself dabble in the freedom of touch. In the longing for unshackled emotion of any kind—and my beast was sated, even as I yearned for more of him.
Our bodies molded together and he groaned in my mouth, easing his other hand to my left breast before he cupped me. His possessive touch was an electric shock to my system and I jerked against him. His laughter as he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and brought my nipple hard against his palm. A yearning unlike anything I’d ever acknowledged, nothing and everything shifted for me all at once as if a part of myself was merely waiting, dormant for the pleasure that would calm me and piece together my tormented puzzle.
When my fingers skimmed the line of his pants, he let out a satisfying hiss that made my panties damp as my stomach plummeted to my sensible heels. In kind, Omen brushed his thumb across my nipple, earning my small shift as if to get away from the torment despite the wall at my back. On the second pass, I did the next best thing. I left the teasing to amateurs. My hand slid past his pants and found his hard, long length hot against my palm. I squeezed him, unable to suppress a noise in the back of my throat that ricocheted inside my bones.
Omen moaned and mumbled something I couldn’t make out with the sound of my need pounding against my temples. As his hand moved from my bicep I tried to pinpoint his next move. Oh, so wrong. His nimble fingers tipped my head back with his tight grip in my hair so it stung enough to get my attention. He underestimated me. I wasn’t losing this battle.
Despite my small groan, lips partway open, eyes slit while I watched his expression flit from one emotion to the next. Nothing stopped my progress when my palm slid from the base of him to the tip, one hard, long slide that made him quake against me. He yanked my head back even further. His grip on my breast was relentlessly hard and he bared his teeth in a smile that rocked me to my core.
“You haven’t gone for the obvious point yet.” I struggled to exhale, every bit of me trembled, and my voice was gravely with lust.
“Unlike you, I don’t need to cheat.” He drew close to my cocked back head as our lips almost pressed together, our body heat mingling as he ground himself against my palm. “For another time.”
His light kiss caught me by surprise—but the swiftness with which he entangled from me must have hurt, as I was still very much attached to him. Even from practically across the room he showed no pain. Though his pants were a bit constricted at the fly and that bit of discomfort was enough of a hit for me that I was satisfied.
“I wasn’t distraction enough for you?”
“No, you were perfect. I simply can’t stand the idea of using you up so quickly. Even if I do want to fuck you into the wall behind your back until you can’t walk straight for a week. But a gentleman doesn’t tell his superior that, especially when she’s a lady of good breeding. So you think on that, and I’ll pretend I didn’t say it out loud. Wouldn’t want to give you any ideas you couldn’t handle.”
“I can handle far more than you know, little boy.”
“Oh, now, come on.” He gave me an incredulous, cocky look. “We both know I’m not little. The warmth tingling on your palm speaks for itself.”
Thankfully before I had the chance to lick my lips and tip my hand, the elevator’s telltale wind pushed us both a bit to the side. The car came to a standstill with barely a screech of effort and the golden, shimmering doors pulled back as I fought to regain some kind of composure. I was buzzed from the tips of my toes to the top of my scalp. It took everything in me to wipe the dopey grin off my face that would have proved it as I moved into the elevator car without another glance or word to Omen. I only knew he followed me because he greeted Hermes and told him to take us to the archival room.
Point. Set. Match.
And there would be no rematch.

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Bio: Elise Hepner lives with her husband and two eccentric cats in Maryland. She spends the majority of her free time in her basement office concocting smutty characters and sinful situations that leaves readers satisfied. When not writing, she researches everything from automatons in the 18th century to gladiatorial rules in Ancient Rome. She prides herself on being an avid information hound as well as a blog reading addict--which is her favorite way to procrastinate. Her previous publications include books and stories with Entangled, Excessica, Xcite, Ellora's Cave, Secret Cravings Publishing and Cleis Press.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

New stuff, cool stuff, coming stuff...

Okay! I am smushing all the things into this blog! Woohoo!

New Stuff. New stuff is The Accidental Cougar comings out Friday from Excessica and my blog tour starts with Alison Tyler. Awesome!

Cool Stuff! I'm on A.M. Hartnett's blog with the origin story of Lost in You. Complete with pictures and the inside scoop on the person Dorian Martin is based on. It was a fun blog to write and a bit bittersweet too. Thanks to A.M. for having me!

Coming Stuff! Oh my god...behold! My novella Crossroads (originally published in Other Magical Creatures by Torquere Press) will be out at the end of May from Excessica. And I cannot swoon enough over the cover done for me by Willsin Rowe. He is the baddest of cover badasses. Thanks, Willsin!


Sunday, April 20, 2014

Holy Jellybeans That's Scary!

Have a happy Easter, everyone! If you dare...

For more of these um...interesting Easter bunnies go HERE. The second pic has always been a favorite of mine. Heh. Too funny. Too creepy. ;)


Thursday, April 17, 2014

Monday, April 14, 2014

Coming Soon! Poster Boy for Average

As usual, my books seem to arrive all at once and then tumble all over each other like a pack (group? murder? clouding? school?) of baby pandas. Aren't they cute?

But that's okay! I'm really excited about The Accidental Cougar coming out April 25th from Excessica and now I'm also really happy that Poster Boy for Average is coming out May 2nd from Ellora's Cave! Woohoo! Cover coming soon, I hope :)

Meanwhile, here's the lovely placeholder cover and the blurb and the link to the page where you can Wishlist my book. See that, I turned wishlist into a verb. You are welcome.


Indie photographer and book cover artist Aubrey Singleton is living up to her last name. A long summer at the lake has cured her of her recent breakup, and she’s embracing life as a single woman. What she’s not prepared for is to come back home to find she has a handsome new single neighbor.

Mike Sykes is a roofer—though he’s afraid of heights—a father of two and recently divorced. Oh and one might classify him as smoking hot.

The photographer in Aubrey is smitten, the single woman in her is breathless. She’s ready to make Mike a star—on book covers and, though she’s wary of a broken heart, in her life. He’s not so sure. Mike sees himself as a life complication due to his younger son’s illness, and not hot by a long shot. In fact, he thinks he’s the poster boy for average.

Inside Scoop:  Breathtaking sex, an ex hesitant to let him go and a “business” trip to Key West, rife with hunky models, set a backdrop for a shot at true love…