Friday, 28 December 2012

Release day!!!!! Wine and Nine. #releaseday #erotica #shortstories #kindle

It is amazing what can happen as a result of an online chat. You see a while ago as a critique group -The Nuthouse Scribblers, we  were organizing a weekend visit to Scotland where one of our members lives. So while we were chatting online we joked about how the wine will flow and how the nine of us meeting should pen something. There in that chat a seed was planted. So around the kitchen table the idea was pimped again and all agreed to write a short 2k story to fit the theme. And here it is!!!

Don't you just love the cover!

Well here is our first venture in Self Publishing! I am soooooooooo excited!

How about a taste?

Magic Mac and his Mystical tours, the brochure said. What it didn't tell the participants of this coach trip is that the quaint Scottish Inn they stopped at held a secret.
When you add women, wine, and men the outcome is never certain. Will it be happy ever after or is this just the beginning?
Find out in these nine scorching erotic short stories, guaranteed to raise a kilt or two.

So go on treat yourself to some hot stories!

It is available from:

Sunday, 23 December 2012

A different kind of gift.

A friend suggested a gift exchange in the form of a 250 word flash.

So Merry Christmas Matt.


Has she done as I commanded? Matt strode along the hotel corridor. The beige anonymous surroundings suited his purpose tonight. What started out as an anonymous liaison had turned into something else, something more personal. The teasing, flirting and occasional glimpses of enticing, smooth skin had been fun at first. She had called the shots but now it was his turn. He had played the waiting game, the 'friend', the sympathetic ear but now he wanted more, in fact he wanted all of her.

217. The door he was looking for. Matt pulled the key card out of his jean pocket, pushed the plastic card into the slot and waited. Instantly, a flash of green told him he had access to the room. The metal door handle was cold as he pushed the door open.

Dim lights greeted him. First command obeyed. He closed the door behind him and stepped slowly along the small passageway into the main area where a freshly made bed dominated the room. There on the floor, right next to the bed with her back to the entrance she sat. Long blonde hair fell along the length of her back but two round ass cheeks were visible. Yes, she was naked. Command two and three obeyed. Good girl.

He stood right behind her, his cock hard from the moment he saw her on her knees. It would have to wait. He placed his bag on the bed and began to unpack his toys!

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Book spotlight...London Saint James

When London Saint James asked if anyone was willing to help promote her new book I put my hand up. It is always a good thing to support fellow writer because you also will need their support sometime.
However, that said, when I opened the book material I was fascinated and I am sure you will be.

Here is a little more about the book. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One is part of Evernight Publishing's Romance on the Go!

Here is the blurb.
Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge? 

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Hmm a sexy cover right?

Well here is an excerpt and it's rather hot! Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish


    “It’s been a long time,” he said in a voice that still sent shivers up my spine. “I was in town, and decided, why not?”
     I crossed my arms and eyed him suspiciously. “Humm…”
     “That’s it? All you have to say is, ‘Humm?’”
     “Humm is better than what I was really thinking, Marcus.”
     His mouth twitched at the corners, and I hated the fact I noticed how damn sexy his lips were.
     “Guinn,” he said.
    “Guinevere,” I corrected. I set my expression to that of unyielding stone and ignored those sparkling straight white teeth as he smiled. His wicked ways no longer affected me. I’d broken his spell two years ago, and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I was Mistress Guinevere. I was in control, he wasn’t, and I would never relinquish the balance of power out of my favor again.
    He tilted his head in that roguish way and eyed me. Heat radiated from my core. “So, am I to stand here in the hall or are you going to let me come in, Guinevere?”
     “I hate you, Marcus, so why should I let you in?”
     “Hate is a strong word for someone who claimed no feelings for me whatsoever as she stormed out of my apartment a couple of years ago.”
     “What do you want? I don’t have times for your games,” I said rather tersely.
     “Let me in. Then I’ll tell you.”
     “You’re going to have to do better than that, Marcus. What’s wrong? Have you lost your touch? If you think that will entice me, you are so wrong.”
     Marcus Warner, Master Dom, pulled out a gorgeous pair of thigh-high, red leather, spike-heeled boots from behind his back, holding them out in front of him so I could see every lovely inch of the unmistakable Italian craftsmanship on the handmade beauties.
     “You won’t let me in even if I’m baring gifts?”
     I eyed the boots before returning my gaze to him.
    “What’s the old saying?” I asked. His perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. “Isn’t it, beware of those baring gifts?”
     He dangled the boots. Swinging them from side to side. Tempting me.
    I’ll give Marcus his dues. Since the first day I met him, he had my number, and during the year I spent with him, I gave him too much of myself, falling back into what I believed to be the weakness I worked so hard with Mistress Payne to rid myself of.
    Marcus sniffed the leather of the boots in his hand, giving me that smile again. He knew me well, maybe too well, and he knew those boots would be like kryptonite, cracking my will.
    “All right. You can come in, but only for a while.”
     “That’s my little, Guinn,” he said.
     “I’m not your little anything, and don’t call me Guinn!” I stepped aside so he could enter, shutting the door behind him.
    He strolled into my apartment as though he belonged, sat the boots down on my glass coffee table, and took a seat, rather casually, on my leather couch. He patted the space next to him.
     “Well, come on. I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to,” he said, releasing his sexy sideway smirk.
     I took a seat in the chair across from the couch. This was my house, and I’d sit where I wanted to.
    He chuckled, shook his head, leaned back, and kicked his feet out, positioning them under my coffee table.
     “Marcus, are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
     “To see you.”
     “I’m not buying that.”
     He shrugged.
     “Aren’t you going to try on the boots?”
     “No,” I said.
     “You know you want to,” he baited.
     “Listen. I’m not sure what you are up to, and frankly I really don’t care—”
     “I’m up to the business of you,” he said.
     “What do you mean?”
     “Maybe I let you go too soon. Maybe I regret it. Maybe I’ve decided it’s been long enough, and I want you back.”
     I snorted. “I left you, remember? You didn’t let me do anything.”
     There was that grin of his. The one that makes any woman consider her panties, his mouth, his tongue… Stop it, Guinevere. Don’t forget this is Marcus, the man you loath.
     “Really?” His onyx-colored eyes met me, and held me there with him. Stare for stare, we were locked in a secret power play for dominance.
     “We never worked well together,” I said. “You’re a dom, and I’m a dom, and neither is willing to give.”
     “Baby, you’re a switch. You like to dominate, but you also like to be dominated.”
     “No. I’m not,” I protested.
     “You always liked it when I took the control,” he said, assuredly. “With one word, you were wet for me.”
     “I like being in control. And I have no intention or interest in being submissive. Not for you, not for anybody.”
     “How long are you going to keep telling yourself that lie?”
     I stood up, pissed off and ready to rage. “Marcus, I don’t have to explain anything, justify my life and my choices, or put up with your shit. I think your time is up. I’d like to say it was good seeing you again, but that would be a lie.”
    “You’ve always lied to yourself when it comes to me and how I make you feel.”
     “You don’t make me feel anything, Marcus. Get over yourself.”
     I marched to the front door. Marcus followed behind me. I reached for the knob, and was stopped by his large hand as it covered mine. He placed his mouth to my ear. His warm breath tickled across my cheek.
    “Guinevere,” he said in a low, deep growl. Immediately, my sex trembled. And fuckadie, fuck, fuck, he was right. One word. And that one word was my name falling from his lips. 

WOW! I love the sound of this book so off I go to hunt it down!

Why not join me? Here are the places you can find it.

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 Buy Links

You can find out more about London here:

Monday, 10 December 2012

Evernight's Holiday Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Evernight Holiday Blog Hop!
We love the holidays, we love making our readers happy and we love giving away swag. What better way to do that than to hold a blog hop?

Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each site on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering an iPad 2 as the grand prize! To be in with a chance of winning the site prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning that iPad 2! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.
Happy hopping!

My first release Gypsy Butterfly was part of an anthology called ECLIPSE OF THE BLOOD MOON, with 4 other fabulous authors.
Here is the blurb:

When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.
In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in the sky?
So if you would like to win a copy of this anthology, all you have to do is follow this blog please and leave a comment with your email address.
Easy as pie!

So happy hopping!
Here are the other blogs to hop along to!

Friday, 30 November 2012

A Christmas to Remember

I am finally allowing myself to use the 'C'words. After all tomorrow is December 1st, the official Christmas month. And let me tell you The Nuthouse Scribblers have a Christmas treat for you all.
Each day one of the fabulous authors will be posting a short Christmas story to tantalize and tease you all.

BUT it is an invitation only event!

Luckily for you I am posting your invite here:

So hop along each day for a short story delight to really get you in the Christmas mood.
It all kicks off on the 10th December. 

Find The Nuthouse Scribblers here:

Saturday, 17 November 2012

Meet Doris O'Connor and Her Sexy Tiger.

I am delighted to welcome Doris O'Connor to my blog. She is a multi-published author who has a new book out. A book I am dying to read! Her sexy new book is called Masks Of A Tiger and is part of the Club Ink series.

Here is the blurb:

Neeve doesn't understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend's sister in law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn't expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?

Sounds rather tasty? But wait until you see the cover it is amazing.

Here it is...

I did say it was amazing. But that is not all I have for you. Here is an excerpt for you...

The deep, animalistic growl erupting from his chest caused more of her juices to flood her pussy, and she hastily followed his order of, "Hang on to me, sweetheart. We need to take this to the dungeon."
The way he said the word dungeon sent a shiver down her body, as images of him in another dungeon filled her mind. The barely functioning rational side of her brain screamed at her what the fuck she was doing, but her body just wasn't listening. Being this close to him, the need to stay in his arms consumed her. Her empty pussy ached to be possessed by this man. The heat of his thick, rock hard cock burned her through his jeans, and when he placed her on the huge bed dominating one side of the room, she didn't want to lose the contact. He chuckled into her neck and licked the sensitive skin. The curiously rough texture of his tongue sent her nerve endings tingling, and she locked her ankles behind his butt, and ground her clit against him again.
God, she was so close, so damn close, if only…
Her eyes flew open, and the world tilted when he disentangled himself from her in one easy move. Before she knew what happened he had her lying over his knees, her dress pulled up to her hips, thong pulled down to her knees pinning them together. One of his arms over her back held her down.
"Don't move, sweetheart, or this will hurt." She froze. Surely he wouldn't spank her? And why did the thought of that make more of her juices leak out of her? Why was she not screaming no, or red, or whatever the hell one screamed in such circumstances? Instead, she was in danger of staining his jeans with her arousal.
"Don't you dare spank me. I'm not five years old!" Even to her own ears the protest sounded feeble, and Grisha swatted her ass several times in quick succession. The force behind those swats pushed her further into his lap, and tears sprang to her eyes. He massaged her ass cheeks, and the hot burn eased and spread in tingles of awareness. Her pussy clamped, and she felt the wetness on the top of her thighs.
"Bastard! You have no right, you … oh—What are you doing? Oh God, yes, don’t stop."
Grisha's amused chuckle vibrated through her, as he trailed something cold and smooth along her slit repeatedly. He followed the object with his fingers, the heat of those digits burning a path of awareness along her labia. She jumped when he circled her clit, and he murmured his approval at her panted reaction. She tried to push herself against that hand, and she screamed in surprise when he pinched her clit.
"That's not the way this works, sweetheart. You'll come when I let you, not before, and not until you tell me the truth."
Again he traced her slit with the object, and Neeve bucked when it started vibrating. He pushed the toy slightly into her channel, and her cunt clamped around the barely there invasion, her internal muscles desperately trying to pull it in further to no avail. Grisha kept it there on the edge, driving her insane with the need to come. The orgasm hovered just out of her reach, and she groaned her frustration to the floor, pummeling his legs in the process.
Another swat to the ass was her reward. Her tender flesh stung and burned, the slight pain adding to the assault on her senses.
"So, what will it be, Neeve? Are you going to tell me the truth, or do I carry on with your punishment?"
"P-punishment?" Neeve panted the words as her body climbed again. "You call this punishment? Is that all you've got?"
Why she felt the need to goad him she couldn't say, but by God, her body might be betraying her, but that didn't mean that she would give in that easily.
"No, sweetheart, I call this torture, and I can keep this up for hours." She heard the smile in his voice, but there was an unmistakable edge of command in those words, and her stomach clenched in excitement.
"You're so fucking wet for me, and your ass is so pink—it’s a beautiful sight, sweetheart. So tell me if you’re not a sub, then why is your essence staining my jeans? Why is that sweet cunt of yours quivering and weeping? It's just waiting for my thick cock to fill you, isn't it?"
He pushed the dildo all the way in, angling it until it hit her g-spot, and Neeve saw stars. He fucked her with merciless precision until she was a quivering mass of need and would have said anything to get off.
"Please, please … I need to come … please, Grisha."
The swat to her ass stung, and his voice could have cut glass.
"You will call me, Sir, sub. And you will answer my questions without evasion." He pushed the dildo all the way in and covered her slit with his hand, whilst the vibrations inside her increased to almost unbearable levels. He pushed one of his fingers into her anus, and Neeve screamed out loud. That felt way too good.
"Please, please, I will, please, just let me—"
"Let you what my sweet, Neeve? Let you come? Do you need to come?" His husky words in her ear grounded her, as he molded his naked chest against her back and pulled her hair until she looked sideways and up into his eyes. Glittering, golden orbs of intensity they pulled her into his will, and she couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it.
"Yes," she whispered, and he smiled.
"Then what do you call me?"
"Yes, Sir."
His brilliant answering smile of approval spread through her and left darts of heat along her skin.
"And you'll answer my questions?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Then come, sweetheart. Come for me now."

I for one, need a fan and cold water!

Find Masks Of A Tiger here:

To learn more about Doris O'Connor follow these links:

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Have you seen The Protectors?

'The Wicked Ladies of Fiction' have been at it again! Now four more of the ladies bring us the next installment of what happened as when they met up in the Blood Bar.
So if you loved The Alphas, then you'll adore The Protectors!

Why not have some fun with this hot paranormal read!

When the Wicked Ladies of Fiction meet up in a Scottish bar they don't expect a night filled with danger, lust and hot supernatural men...

Breaking The Surface by Chellie Edwards

No woman can resist the call of the siren that is until merman Malachi de Lothrian meets Arielle and he has to find out why.

To Stop A War by Raven McAllan

Make love not war? Sometimes you don't have a do both.

It takes a lot to stop a war. With the enemies they face, both seen and unseen, was it possible for them to succeed? It didn't seem likely, but Ehrst and Derrom hadn't reckoned with the determination and courage of Octavia. She was prepared to do anything to help, even if it meant baring more than her soul.

Protecting His Own by Xandra James

A one night stand is all she wanted to feel alive once again. But can a gargoyle, intent on finding true love, change her mind?

Widowed Nina was just looking for a warm body for one night when she walked into The Blood Bar. But with a little help from a Siren song and a sexy bar-owner, the universe had other ideas.

Gargoyle Sam wants a forever type of girl after years of meaningless encounters and now, he thinks he's found the one. He just has to convince her of that.

But the night is full of mysteries and not only does Sam need to confront an enemy from his past, he's pulled into a complicated tug of love and war with a group of misfit Supes and Nina's friends. Will Sam be strong enough to save them both or will they both lose what they've only just found?

Desperate Desires by Sasha May

One mission. One bar. The Blood Bar. Three hearts join in a desperate desire. But nothing is simple when the Merman releases his siren call.

Morgan Miller, a werewolf without a pack, wants nothing more than a quiet drink and to find a woman to warm his bed and heart. He hadn't planned on saving a beautiful woman with the aid of a man, Devonte Marze. From pack less to Alpha in one night? Well stranger things have happened.

All Amilian wanted was a night out with her writing group. She hadn't expected trouble, she hadn't expected to have to turn to strangers to save her, and she hadn't expected those two strangers to mean more to her than anything had before.

The Protectors, Book 2 in the Blood Bar Chronicles is now available from all good ebook retailers.

Check out the first in the series, the Alpha’s. The third – the Enforcers – will be available in the new year.

Go on treat yourself!

Friday, 9 November 2012

Book Spotlight on Hump in the Night by Nephylim

Today I feature a new great new paranormal anthology called Hump in the Night by Nephylim.
It feature some rather HOT men who get up to some very HOT action!

Here's the blurb:

Aster is a vampire looking for someone. When he finds Kia his plan is to fuck him and drain him, but Kia has other ideas. Recognising Aster as the man he’s been waiting for, he turns the tide and seduces him, shocking him with secrets from the past. Together, they enter into an encounter that blows their minds and changes their lives forever.
Lucien is a werewolf. He’s always known he’s different. Definitely not an Alpha like his father. More akin to the bitches than the muscular Beta’s or lithe hunters he finds himself drawn to. When the enigmatic lone wolf arrives, with his pure white hair and ice blue eyes, Lucien is lost at first glance. After a burning hot dream he finally submits to the dominant male destined to be his mate for life.
Dema and Meri’el are an unlikely coupling. In the final war against good and evil they find themselves on opposing sides. Dema the demon and Meri’el the son of the King of Angels. Drugging each other with their bodies they unleash the primal fury of their true natures and rock the foundations of the earth and the heavens.
Grey doesn’t believe in curses. When he uncovers a cavern deep under the mountain feared by the villagers as a faery tomb, he scoffs at the superstition, until he meets a stranger who lures him into the wood. A steamy encounter in a forest glade has him wondering if being cursed is such a bad thing after all.
Shay is mourning the death of his soul mate, tormented by the fact he’d never told him how much he loved him. A knife in the back in a dark alley steals his chance to finally prove his commitment, until ghostly whisper in the same alley leads to a night of passion and the second chance both men crave, to finally find peace.

Hmmm...5 Stories in one...

Are you ready for an excerpt?

Demon they called him. Demon, for the red of his eyes, for the black of his skin, patterned with swirls and patterns of red, and for his leathery wings, now furled tight against his back. And yes, he supposed that demon he was, yet those he fought were no less ferocious than he, no more strangers to battle and the atrocities inherent therein.
Angels they were called. Angels, for their bright eyes, for their pale skin, glowing with light from within, and for their pure, feathered wings that spread from their backs like those of great birds.  Some of them, Seraphim they were called, could kill at a glance, turn man or demon to dust in his shoes. And they were the side of good, while he and all his people were ‘bad’.
The great fight between good and evil, this battle was called. The final battle over the souls of men. He couldn’t care less about men, their souls of any part of them. Sure, some of him kind liked to dabble in the small lives of humans, but the angels interfered on a large wider scale. No, this battle wasn’t about men, it was about territory and power. It was one he hoped would be decided very soon. In fact, he was hopeful that it would be ended with the dawn, when the King of Angels discovered his son missing, and a letter in its place, inviting him to the negotiating table. He happened to know that the king valued his son greatly and, if he wasn’t prepared to parlay through force he was sure to be prepared to do so for love… wasn’t he.
He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder, then relaxed as they slid around him, to encircle him in a world of soft whiteness.
“I missed you in our bed,” a sweet voice purred in his ear. “I thought I might find you here. You should rest, tomorrow will be a long, hard day.”
The demon sighed and leaned back into the arms of his lover, who nestled a cheek against his hair. He tilted up his head and the smell of roses enveloped him, as the taller man bent his head to kiss him.
“So many have died,” he said sadly, when his lips were freed. “So many – “
“Don’t think about what has gone. Think about how many lives will be saved when we parlay tomorrow.”
“Will they? Will the king…”
He turned and rested his forehead against the fine skin of his lover’s shoulder. A pair of pure white wings encircled him and he raised his hand, burying his fingers in the downy under-feathers. Looking up into the face of the angel who towered over him, he smiled and all his worries fell away.
“Come back to bed,” Meri’el whispered and he followed.
The bedchamber was dimly lit with muted lamps behind the pale, gauzy curtains that obscured the walls and made it seem as if they were lying inside a cloud. That was Meri’el’s influence. Dema preferred black.
Dema stood at the foot of the bed and gazed down at that snow white wings spread out over the bed like a coverlet and the pale, translucent beauty lying between them, his golden hair standing up around his head like a halo.
“You are so beautiful,” Dema breathed. “How can you love someone like me?”
“Someone like you? Someone who is passionate and wild and beautiful? It’s easy, my love. Come love me with passion.”
A red light flared in Dema’s eyes, turning his vision crimson and he sank down into the soft feathers, taking possession of Meri’el’s lips. Meri’el’s arms reached around him and pulled him close, the hard leathery body against the soft yielding flesh.
Meri’el’s breath hitched as Dema’s hardness stabbed into his hip. His own erection, standing up from its bed of gold, slapped against his stomach as he raised his hips, writhing  and trying to rub himself against his lover.
Dema, just as desperate moved to straddle Meri’el, trapping their cocks between them, moving his hips to massage them together. Meri’el whimpered, gasping and clawing at Dema’s back with his fingernails, ineffective against the tough, leathery skin. “Take me, take me,” he gasped.
Nephylim was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.
Nephylim has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.
Later in life, Nephylim became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.
It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.
In present times, Nephylim lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest, and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.


So why not hop get your copy? It is available from:

Want to read more....?

Monday, 5 November 2012

Ten questions...ten answers tagged by Raven answered by Michaela.

It's the ten question challenge on the latest creation

10 Questions:

What is the working title of your book? 
Gypsy Butterfly, which is part of the 5-author anthology called Eclipse Of The Blood Moon.

Where did the idea come from for the book?  
Being part of a critique group called UCW means there are always ideas being thrown about. A while ago one of the fantastic authors suggested writing something around the Halloween theme/night. Eclipse Of The Blood Moon was born!

What genre does your book fall under? 
Paranormal Erotic Romance.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie? 
Hmm well Michael is an angel and he was based on a male model by the name of Kent Edwards and Nali was based on an actress called Shriya Saran.

What is a one sentence synopsis of your book? 
An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves.

Will your book be self published or represented by an agency? 
It has a home with Evernight Publishing and has been on release for a few weeks.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
About two weeks. 

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre.
I wouldn't presume to compare it with any of the great stories out there.

Who or What inspired you to write this book?
It was obviously going to have a paranormal feel to it being centered around Halloween. So I started to search for images. I find collecting pictures inspires ideas. It was whilst I was searching for pictures showing a blood red moon that I started to put images together that became the rough working board of my story. This is where Pinterest is great for shaping ideas.

What else about your book might interest the reader
There's no purer love than Michael's love for Nali.

I'm tagging to do this next. Watch out for them

Xandra James
Alannah Harte
Sasha May
Kiru Taye

Happy Reading


Friday, 2 November 2012

“What if?” ~ the development of a story…

Hi all! I’m happy to be a guest here today and talking about mine and my writing partner’s current release ~ the second book in the Double D Ranch Tales, Wild West Hauntings. Thanks, Michaela, for having me!

In an interview I once did for the first book in the series (Wild West Weekend), I was asked what the inspiration was behind the book/series. So I figured I’d share that tidbit of information in regard to the Double D Ranch Tales and Wild West Hauntings for this post.

The germ of an idea started when I took a vacation at a working ranch and was around the cowboys, campfires, cattle, horses, eating outdoors… Well, you get the picture. So, my muse started asking, “What if?” What if there were a couple of friends who went to a ranch to get away from their lives for a bit? What if they hooked up with a couple of sexy cowboys? My writing partner and I had already worked on one project together, and when I got home, I called her up and said, “Guess what we’re writing next.” We work well together, and when we get together to brainstorm, the ideas and words just flow. Wild West Hauntings came about from one of our sessions where we tossed around concepts for the follow up story. Then as we worked on the second book, it morphed into something great. We even started notes on story number four, which was going to be story three until we were hanging out downtown one afternoon and came up with a honeymoon story that took the third spot in the series and bumped the other story to the next slot.

So, without further ado, here’s the information on Wild West Hauntings, the second book in the Double D Ranch Tales saga.

~ Blurb for Wild West Hauntings ~ An Editor’s Pick!
Double D Ranch Tales, 2

In life and the afterlife, on the Double D Ranch one belief holds true—the power of love changes lives.
With cowboys, ghosts, modern day women, hot dreams, pre-wedding relations and a bit of sexy time travel, life promises to be one wild time on the ranch again.
Rachel Star has met the man of her dreams … literally. Too bad he’s a ghost. When true love crosses boundaries from dreams to reality and across time, the Double D ranch is the place it happens. It takes the love of a man from the past, Dalton Dougan, to bring love full circle in the present for Rachel.
Bristol Ashcombe, soon to be Dougan, is ready to have her baby … and so is a poltergeist. Can the love of a woman for her man and child sustain her during the most horrible of terrors? Can the love between family and friends really dispel the evil haunting them?

***Be Warned: sex toys***
***An Erotic Paranormal Contemporary Western ***

~ Excerpt ~
The coolness of the bedroom was the second odd occurrence that Bristol noticed after she’d woke unexpectedly in the room bathed by shadow and light. The first had been the baby’s unusual kicking pattern.
What the…
After sweeping her open palm over her stomach in the hopes of settling the little one, she glanced at Damon. As usual he was wrapped around her body with his legs across hers and his arm protectively draped around her belly bulge.
She wasn’t shocked by the massive body heat he gave off because that was a normal occurrence for her man when he slept. No, it was the shiver that ran down her spine when her gaze rested on the panty remote on the nightstand near Damon’s head.
The dial moved once.
Fear followed by confusion plummeted through her body, and suddenly her mouth felt full of cotton.
Surely her eyes played tricks on her.

Wild West Hauntings is available in all popular reading formats at Evernight Publishing: 

Thank You C.R.Moss to visiting. It sounds like my kind of book! C.R. Moss is an author to follow. Here is where you can catch up with her~

C.R.Moss Bio: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love. So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat.

Friday, 19 October 2012

There are devils… and then there are devils…

It is my great pleasure to welcome my first guest blogger and fellow Blood Moon author Raven McAllan.
Over to Raven...

Do you know how hard it is, to watch a friend make a total mess of his life, see his punishments, watch him struggle—and be forbidden to do anything to help?
Until tonight…
That's been my lot, my brief if you like. Told to see a friend atone for his sins, and not do anything to make his way easier.
Mind you, Nick didn't just stray a little bit. Oh no not our Nick, he never does anything by halves. He sins and it's a mountain not a molehill.
So he suffered, and I guess you could say I did as well, because both he and his lady were so miserable.
Now at last it's the blood moon, and I stuck my neck out a bit… I'm hoping the guillotine doesn't fall.

Atone for The Blood Moon…
Lucy and Nick's story… part of the Eclipse of the Blood Moon

When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.
In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in the sky?

The Eclipse of the Blood Moon is available from Evernight Publishing. 
Go grab your copy now!

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Saturday, 13 October 2012

And the Winner is....Drum Roll Please!

Hi everyone.

Thank you so much for joining in the Evernight Birthday Blog Hop.
Well done for making it down the list to me, as I was at the bottom!

So drum roll please...the winner is.....


Your prize will be on its way as soon as I get my hands on it!

Thank you all for your support and for following!

Much Love to you all.


Monday, 8 October 2012

Evernight Publishing Birthday Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Evernight Publishing birthday blog hop!

Evernight Publishing opened its doors two years ago. In those two years we’ve signed over one hundred and sixty authors and published over three hundred books. From paranormal to contemporary, we’ve had more best sellers than we can count and made thousands of people smile, sigh and gasp. So, as a thank you to all our readers and everyone who has supported us, we’re holding this blog hop and we have a whole lot of prizes to offer you.
Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each author on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering the following grand prizes, a Kindle, a $100 Amazon gift certificate, two Evernight swag bags (which includes a tote, a tee, vouchers, a mug and other coolness) and a personalized Facebook banner. To be in with a chance of winning the author prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning a grand prize! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.
Good luck and happy hopping!

Hi Everyone.

I am Michaela Rhua and welcome to my Blog. As you can see it is brand new and this is my first post. I am really excited to be part of Evernight Publishing. My first release will be out later this month as part of an anthology of stories called 'Eclipse of the Blood Moon'. This is a collection of stories that all center on events leading to the Eclipse. Anything and everything can happen. My story is called 'Gypsy Butterfly.'

It is this anthology that I am offering as a giveaway. (It will wing its way to you as soon as it is released - I promise!)
All you have to do is:
  1. Follow this blog
  2. Leave a comment with you email address please.
Don't forget each time you leave a comment on the blog it gets entered for the Grand Prize Draw!

So Happy Blogging!

Here are the other blogs: