Guest Author and Giveaway: Jan Bowles

Hi, my name’s Jan Bowles, and I write erotic romantic fiction, bringing passion to the pages with an emotional twist. First of all, I’d like to thank Melissa Schroeder for welcoming me to her blog. 

In celebration of my new BDSM series called Masters of Submission, I have two digital copies to give away. This will include ~ Master of Submission, the first book, and my latest story Destined for the Dom, which will be released on 28th May 2012. Just read on to find out how to enter…

The series centers around Club Submission, a fetish and BDSM club in the heart of Boston, Massachusetts. Behind the closed doors are several Masters waiting to make your fantasies come true.

What the reviewers are saying about my latest book ~ 5 STARS: "I always enjoy Bowles' novels, and this one is no exception..." ~ Alberta, Manicreaders

Here's the blurb for Master of Submission

Thirty-year-old English lawyer, Emma Parkes, believes Club Submission holds the key to her best friend's disappearance. Well out of her comfort zone, Emma's eyes are opened wide when she observes the Masters of Submission at work. They're so confident and sexually arousing--especially beautiful blue eyed Master Zane.
Submission member and Dom, Zane Anders, frequently enjoys all the club has to offer. The wealthy, forty-year-old diamond importer has everything he could possibly need--everything except for love. A natural dominant, he's not looking for a permanent submissive in his life. But perhaps he'll make an exception for the stunning lawyer from London.
When Club Submission is plunged into a high profile murder investigation, its very existence is put in jeopardy.
Can Emma unlock the truth, or will the devastatingly handsome Zane Anders, a Master of Submission, unlock her deepest sexual desires, instead?

An excerpt from Master of Submission

He smiled, and looked tenderly at her. “You’re an enigma all right. I can’t quite figure you out. You’re dressed right for the scene, but I get the feeling that you’re really just an innocent. A mere baby, when it comes to knowing exactly what goes on here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you were sexually aroused, watching the show Jessica and Cole put on.”

Emma wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort. She hadn’t been brought up that way. “I wasn’t. I—”

“You don’t have to be scared of your own feelings. Just be true to yourself.”

She lied again. “I am.” Feeling slightly irritated with his perceptive observations, she added cuttingly, “You don’t know me. We’ve only just met—”

At that moment he threaded his fingers through her hair. For such a powerful man, his surprisingly tender touch caught her off guard, and she allowed him to angle her face to his. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss felt so gentle. She closed her eyes and sighed in utter contentment. No man had ever kissed her this sensually before. When her lips parted, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

It had been a long time since she’d been kissed—too long. She responded by threading her arms around his neck, and kissing him back. Her skin where it touched his felt electrified. Tiny pinpricks rippled and pulsed as she tried to get even closer.

Zane pressed her back against the wall. A waist-high shelf ran around the edge of the room. He placed his hands under her butt, and effortlessly lifted her onto it. Her legs automatically spread apart, and he moved between them. Through his leather jeans, she felt his hard erection pinning her in place. It pushed and twitched against the crotch of her moist panties. My God, that feels good. Too good. As he continued the kiss, she felt thoroughly possessed by him, and whimpered against his mouth with pure pleasure. Each time she squirmed with enjoyment, she ground her pussy against his hard prick.

Like a bolt from the blue, Emma suddenly realized where she was and what she was doing. “Zane, I’m not sure. I—”

When he pulled away, molten heat shone in his gaze. “Don’t fight your feelings, baby. Go with them.” He unclasped her hands from around his neck and then held them at her side. “Shhh, everything is okay. Everything is just fine.”

His comforting words made her rock her pussy against his prick once more. Her skirt had ridden high up her thighs, and she saw her panties pressed against the ridge of his erection. Even through the leather of his black jeans, his dick looked huge. Reluctantly she dragged her gaze away from the impressive bulge and looked right at him.

He whispered in her ear, “You like the feel of my hard dick against your pussy. No point in denying it. Tell me the truth. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Emma longed to say yes, because he spoke the truth, but what she was doing was completely out of character. Anger surged in her veins, and she clamped her mouth shut. This wasn’t like her at all. She’d always been in control. She’d had no idea that feeling helpless and vulnerable could be such a serious turn-on, especially with a man like Zane. His blue eyes searched her face as he waited for her answer. She finally relented.

“You know I’m turned on. So why ask?”

“Because I want to hear it from your own lips, in that beautiful cut-glass English accent of yours.”

“Okay, I’m turned on.”

“I think you meant to say, ‘Yes, I’m turned on. Thank you, Master Zane.’”

She was fully aware he was trying to overpower her with his personality and presence. Should she stand her ground? Did she want to? The words demurely slipped from her lips without any effort whatsoever. “You turn me on. Thank you, Master Zane.”

“So when was the last time you orgasmed, if ever?”

Heat rose in her cheeks. She hadn’t expected him to ask that. “That’s none of your bu—”

“Baby, the only thing between my cock and your pussy is a scrap of lace and my zipper. I’m making it my business.”

“I can’t remember,” she murmured miserably. It was embarrassing just thinking about it. She must be useless in bed. It was one of the reasons why she dated so very rarely. Emma bit down on her bottom lip. “I dated a man last Christmas. We were together for about three months in total. He tried everything he knew to give me an orgasm, but couldn’t. He gave up in the end.” She raised her eyes to his. The breath hitched in her throat at the way he looked at her. He was so primal and masculine.

Zane kissed her lightly on the mouth. “See, confiding in me didn’t hurt, did it?”

Emma was aware she blushed. “No, but it’s embarrassing.”

“Do you trust me, Emma?”

You can find out more about my first book here.

http://www.bookstrand.com/master-of-submission

The 2nd book in the series is Destined for the Dom. 

Erotic dancer, Zoe Leighton is overjoyed when Hunter Black re-enters her life. Fourteen years ago he'd made her a promise he didn't keep, but now he's back to make amends. Down on her luck and facing eviction from her apartment, she reluctantly accepts his help.

Hunter introduces Zoe to Club Submission and the D/s lifestyle he now enjoys. Using the skills of the dominant, he brings stability and control to her otherwise chaotic life, and she soon falls head over heels in love with the powerful Master.

Ten years as a Marine has left Hunter cold and detached. He's seen enough death and destruction to last him a lifetime. Keeping aloof protects him from losing the people he loves the most. Those three little words--I love you--will never pass his lips.

Will Zoe's sweet submission melt the ice that surrounds his heart? Is she truly destined for the Dom?

You can find out more about the 2nd book in the series from here.

http://www.bookstrand.com/destined-for-the-dom

For those of you who would like to be entered into the draw to win a copy of both books, please leave a comment. Your names will be placed into the cyber hat, and the winner will receive a copy of both books on or after 28th May 2012. Thanks for reading. 

If you’d like to know more about Jan Bowles, and her books, go to her website at www.janbowles.com 

Guest Author & Giveaway: Rose Anderson

Hello everyone, and thanks to Melissa for the guest spot here. 

I thought I’d talk about my first novel, as this week marks my one year anniversary as a published author. (What a trip!) Hermes online from the get-go was designed to open doors. Many years ago in the days before e-publishing, there was a point where I thought I’d never manage to get published. Though I’d sent out dozens of manuscripts, most queries went dead. Actually, I’d received few rejection letters by comparison…mostly I just heard crickets chirping! And so I gave up until one week in 2010 where all roads led me to try again, and I’m glad I did. :) 

A few weeks ago Hermes Online was given the CataNetwork Reviewer’s Choice Award for 2011. I was told the reviewers felt it one of the best they’d read and reviewed that year. I’ve been through a wide range of emotion with this book, and that was the topper! Without further ado, I’d like to introduce Hermes Online followed by one of my favorite excerpts. I hope you all enjoy:

Imagine if you will a story begun in the halls of Mount Olympus long before this modern tale was conceived. It was a time when the god Hermes flew on his winged sandals and carried messages from the gods to the mortals below. And between that time and this, couriers became postmen and handwritten letters became bytes. It is said the gods still speak to those who listen…

Setting the stage for Hermes Online ~

Have you ever known someone who thoroughly compliments you? You share likes and dislikes, views and outlooks, and a soul connection unlike anything you've ever experienced before. It takes your breath, quickens your pulse and consumes your every thought. When you make love for the first time, it's as if every cell in your body confirms this is your twin flame. Now imagine the timing is horribly off. In my first novel, Hermes Online, Vivienne joyfully discovers such a love amid the ancient ruins of Greece - a love so complete and soul satisfying but one that just isn't meant to be.

As surely as seasons change, life moves on. Grieving the love she found and lost beside the impossible blue waters of the Mediterranean, Vivienne eventually takes another chance at happiness but unfortunately her next relationship turns out to be one of betrayal. Her faithless boyfriend intentionally administers a low blow to deflect the attention off of him and on to her - if she weren't so dull in bed he wouldn't have had to look elsewhere. Not being one to deliberately hurt someone herself, his unaccountable words become a yoke of self-doubt that spills over into every aspect of Vivienne's life. Hungering for a good word, on a whim she enters a short story written during happier times, to an adult literature site and makes a connection with a compelling man known only as S. The two soon embark upon the world of anonymous Internet communication where their suggestive emails lead her to try erotic chat, where cybersex leads to Skype, and C2C sends both into the arms of a love they'd believed lost forever.

Excerpt: The Kiss

I closed the Word document and absently twirled my hair, lost in thought. There was so much of me in there, even the decorations in Jonathan's house said much about me. The fact that Lily looks identical to me was rather Freudian too, come to think. I laughed out loud at the thought. It's funny how our subconscious mind tells us what's what sometimes. The subconscious mind intuits what the conscious mind misses at first glance. Yes, the phone sex story was a whim, and who would have thought six years later, it would help me find my way back to myself? I wished in that moment my pen pal stood right here so I could say thank you. I'd thank him for lighting the match that eventually relit the candle of my self-confidence. I'd kiss him for real.

I pressed my fingers to my lips, imagining this curious and compelling green-eyed, chestnut-haired, large-handed, well-endowed man kissing me. And unbelievably, my panties got soaking wet. I flexed my fingers and crafted a scene from the sizzling phantom fire playing over my lips.

Having experienced amazing kisses in my life added just enough realism to the blend of movie kisses. I told the screen, "So, you want a kiss, eh? Then what will you think of this?"

S,
There is so much more to kissing for the first time than meets the eye. The would-be lovers laugh and smile and delight in each other's company. They talk, getting to know each other, trying to find the choicest morsels of their life and personality to share. They might hold hands for hours as they wander here and there. And when they sit side by side, perhaps on a bench at a museum, they'll look in feigned interest at the passersby, glance again and again at the exhibit, but not really seeing it. First, one will turn inward, the movement slight, barely noticeable. And then with no clear knowledge of doing so, the one will magically mirror the other. Their knees may touch, and one set of clasped hands might rest innocently upon a knee. And then a noise, a temporary distraction, might take their attention for a second, and both heads will turn to the sound, inadvertently closer now than before. When one turns back, their faces will be mere inches apart. Their eyes, green and gray, will hold each other's gazes, darting from one sparkling pupil to the other. They might unfocus to drink in the entire face for a second, perhaps lingering on the person's smile before meeting the gaze once more, a gaze noticeably warmer than a moment ago.

One face may turn a little, and in mirrored image, the other follows, only slightly tipped in the opposite direction. And the eyes ask the silent question as two thoughts become superimposed -- May I kiss you? Will you kiss me? The answer is subtle, missed by nearly everyone passing by, everyone save the smiling elder couple holding gnarled hands and assisted by their canes. Perhaps they, too, once shared a kiss sitting there, or plan to again later. But locked in their own world, they don't notice the elder pair walk by.

They are aware now only of each other, aware of little things, the flush on her cheeks, the gleam in his eye, the color of her moist lips, the imperceptible flare of his nostrils as he subconsciously reminds his body to breathe. They touch now. The kiss is at first soft, the lips asking permission for the firmness they crave. Another kiss grants this and another and another as faces turn to fit around chins and cheeks and noses. And then loose and pliable, those lips part now to make way for tentative tongues. These too begin their searching, gently at first then becoming bolder as they instinctively react to the warmth of each other's mouths and thrust as hands cup cheeks and arms wind around shoulders, drawing each other ever inward into the private space that shuts the waking world out and lets the dream begin.
V

Little did I realize when I began this kissing scene that I would abandon the amalgamated movie kisses. I stopped and read those words, my words, my kiss. That kiss had been real, as had the love behind it. My eyes filled with tears, but I sent it on. Feeling alone, I rose from my chair and walked away.

***

The next morning there were dozens of legitimate emails waiting for me amid the pile of crap I normally got each day. It wasn't like me to leave my email program running all night, so it was sort of a surprise to see so many at once. It was Saturday. I had nowhere to go and had only the usual weekend tasks to see to before Monday came rolling around again. Sometime in the mid-afternoon after my groceries were put away and a week's worth of lunches had been made, I sat down at my computer and took a moment to clear the spam and download another spam chaser with a tighter net for catching those intrusive things. I answered a few emails from friends and saved his for last.

V,
That was extraordinary. I could see your gray eyes, see them dart from one to the other of my own as our faces drew close. That was perfection, dearest V. I could almost feel you upon my lips. And now to kiss you in return, a second kiss…
Feeling breathless, we rose hand in hand from our bench and walked mere blocks away to my apartment. Once inside the door, our eyes locked again, our faces drawing closer, closer. Your lips are parted, your lovely breasts rise and fall, your body waits. My hand rises to brush your autumn-colored hair back from your face. Our kiss from before still lingers, but we need so much more from each other now. And we take it. Just how, I will leave to you.
S 

Somehow this stranger, this S... Ssss. I rolled the single syllable over my tongue like the end of a snake's hiss. This sensual conjurer from the shadows was an alliteration. I saw the poetry of him, and every word began with S, a shadowed, sexy, sensual stranger, S.

I had no clear true picture of him, so once more my mind, armed as it was with a small basket of his self-descriptive words, extrapolated. He was a beautiful male of course, with his fern-green eyes, his swarthy skin, and his shining chestnut hair. The image my mind created surprised me, and in self-preservation, I shook my embellishment aside.
He had only said green eyes, dark skin, and chestnut hair. No, my mind replied, see him clearly...shining brown, fern green, swarthy…no, I amended. Not swarthy...more...more...sun-kissed, bronzed. I thought on this a while. Though I initially wished it otherwise, in the end I could find nothing wrong with the enhanced image my mind was compelled to assemble from the recesses of memory. My smile widened as I gave myself permission to live this dream. And with my dream view filling in the blanks of the mysterious S, my fingers found the keys.

S,
You stand with your back to the door, facing me. Your large hand brushes my hair back yet lingers upon my cheek once the deed is done. It slowly moves past my ear to the back of my head and gently and purposefully pulls my face closer. Your eyes lock to my lips and mine to yours, both pairs soft, moist, beckoning. They meet again, less tentative, more sure of the yearning behind them. Soft but a moment before, the fingers on the hand at the back of my head curl into my red-gold hair in a grip that clearly says this kiss will continue. And it does.
And when the lips have had their fill for now, they leave to burn a scorching swath down my neck and back along my jaw, accentuated by the stubble of your beard. We realize clothing is a hindrance. Panting, we pull apart, eyes speaking at once, "Please make love to me. If I don't have you, I'll burn alive." I nod breathlessly. The small acquiescent gesture fires your blood. You grab me hard and pull me roughly against you, your mouth slanting over mine, your tongue conquering any reserve I might have.
V

I pressed my fingertips to my lips. I hadn't been kissed, but my brain had, and the brain told me it was real enough by the tingling I actually felt there.

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Mel's got some discounted books

YAY, it's nice when publishers put my older stuff at a cheaper price. I like it because it lets people try out some different titles and at a cheaper price. These are only discounted on the publisher's site.
 First up is Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.

Her Mother's Killer
As part of the 9th anniversary, there are 9 books for .99 on their site all month.
My book got picked to be one of them.

Althea Johnson wants to leave the past behind, but the memories of her mother’s murder lurk in her dreams. She tries to ignore them until someone drives her off the road, then begins sending her sick letters. Althea returns to the small Texas town where the murder happened, planning to solve the case herself. Her main problem is avoiding the sheriff, her old crush, Duncan Perry.
Duncan can’t believe his best friend’s little sister has grown into such a wonderful bundle of curves. At first he's stunned by his reaction to her, but never one to be slow, he starts putting the moves on her. It isn’t until he's completely seduced by her that he realizes she's putting herself in danger to solve the old crime.
As they fall in love with each other, the stalking and danger escalates. Women matching Althea’s description are being found raped and murdered. The new lovers must now work overtime to figure out just what went wrong twenty years earlier, but the mysteries they will reveal could jeopardize everything they're fighting for.


Conquering India is a Retro Romance this month. What does that mean? It means that until April 9th, you have the chance to read my first ever full menage for $2.50. That is 50% off, folks! If you hadn't heard of the book before, here is a little bit about it:

Conquering India

Caterer India Singer is getting her life on track, hoping to make it big with her new company. She doesn’t need any distractions…especially a younger man. She won't get involved with another man destined to leave her. But security expert Wade Thompson won’t take no for an answer.

Wade knows exactly what he wants and just how to get it. He’s pulling out the stops because he’s sure India’s the woman for him and his best friend and business partner, Marc Jasper. Marc isn’t too sure and tries to keep India at arm’s length.

When a threat to India has her in constant contact with Marc, the lure of the curvy older woman is too much to ignore. But when both men raise the stakes and ask for more than just a fling, will India play it safe to protect her heart, or will she take another chance on love?

Guest Post & Giveaway: Heather Long

If you’re wondering about that blog title, In Caelum Fero means “I am in Heaven” and it’s the name of a song that headlined the soundtrack I listened to when I was writing Cassandra’s Dilemma.   I dropped by here last month to give you a first taste sneak peek at the upcoming novel, which is due out on February 15, and yes, I am getting really excited!

Does Music Make a Story?

Writing is a very solitary activity.  So much of what we do is spent when we are alone with ourselves, our laptops (or with pen and paper or desktop, take your pick).  During my novel prep time (that day or two before I actually start writing) I make a point of looking up the information about a location (in this case the city of Chicago) or historical data if I plan to reference it (could just be a date or three) and I make my soundtrack.

Every novel gets a soundtrack, usually songs that make me think of the characters, the storylines, the romance or just the general atmosphere of the novel.  Rarely does that soundtrack come from one single artist, except in the case of Cassandra’s Dilemma.

I wrote the first draft of the novel over the summer, sitting next to a swimming pool in the scorching Texas heat with only an iced coffee and an umbrella for shade.  But it was the most productive writing time I’d spent up until then.  The child was ensconced in the pool, playing with friends under the watchful supervision of the lifeguards, I had my headphones, my iced coffee and my world unfurling before me on the screen.

Take Me To Another World

In this case, it took one song to transport me, literally into a world where fantasy met reality - or in this case, brought me wonderful images of Legolas in the modern world, with the rising crescendos that summoned images of forests, mountains and sweeping panoramas interspersed with a hint of sex and mysticism.

Sounds like a lot for a few songs, right? But this soundtrack did it, every single time. Whether I was writing, editing, revising or massaging some portion of the manuscript, all I needed to return to Cassandra’s world was a little Adiemus from their In Caelum Fero to their Kayama to the Cantus Insolitus, all I had to do was close my eyes and I could see the story playing out in living color.

  

The Ear of the Beholder

Music is a powerful influence whether it’s the absence of it in a too quiet scene or the pulsing descant in counterpoint to the action or the sweeping crescendo as the story rises to its climax.  All I know is that for me, when I find those right songs, the words just seem to flow.

As a reader, do you identify music with stories and if you do, what is one song that you associate with a book?  I’d love to know.  One lucky commentator will win a copy of Cassandra’s Dilemma in PDF. Make sure you leave your email address so my assistant (Brandy) can contact you. It will stay open until noon (MST) Friday (Feb 10).

Smoking Hot Excerpt:

Cassie lowered her gaze to focus on his mouth. The lips were full and even, as though carved by an artist perfecting his technique. Her lips tingled at the memory of how his lips caressed hers. “You kissed me last night.”

His eyes darkened with inexplicable emotion. “Are you planning to protest your virtue?”

“Hardly.” And she was not a nun. She’d been kissed before. She’d been far more than kissed. But aching heat pooled in her belly just thinking of how his mouth shaped over hers, how his breath feathered her cheeks, how his taste lingered on her tongue.

He brushed the back of his hand down her cheek, the gesture a shocking mixture of both intimacy and innocence. “Then what?”

“Why did you kiss me?” Her gaze drifted over his lips and along the line of his jaw before drifting down to the expanse of muscled chest. He was lean but solid, and the sheet drifted perilously close to his waist. She suspected that the sheet was all he wore.

Her breasts swelled under Helcyon’s gaze, as though it were his hands roaming over her. Cassie’s eyes fell half-closed, anticipated pleasure tightening her sex. She exhaled slowly, trying to rein in her rebellious heart as it thundered on passionate hooves.

Helcyon levered himself up, and Cassie held her breath. Heat rolled off him in waves. The bed shifted with his weight, and her leg brushed his. The contact halted him. Her eyes drifted over the chiseled plane of his abdomen to his chest and up to his eyes.

Don’t look him in the…Oh screw it!

She gazed into those green depths, wanting to drown in them. Her heart pounded furiously from the lack of oxygen, but his lips swooping up to take hers swallowed her gasp for breath.

Cassie groaned, sinking into the kiss. His tongue demanded access, and the reality of it was exquisite. His hands slid down her bare arms, skimming her waist, where two simple scraps of cloth kept him from her skin.
It was too much.

She leaned into the kiss, hands stealing across him, exploring the lines of his chest. His swift indrawn breath when her nails scraped lightly across his nipple emboldened her. Tongues twining, she sprawled across him. His cock pulsed against her belly. He stroked a finger around the edge of her panties and explored beneath the elastic, teasing a gasp from her as that questing finger swirled against her clit.

What the hell am I doing? Her conscience skimmed across her passion-drenched thoughts, but she ignored it. Helcyon tasted divine. She nibbled along the side of his mouth, tongue lapping at the skin. It was hot, salty, and sweet. She gave in to temptation, kissing and sampling along his jaw only to arch upward as his fingers slipped past the waistband of her panties and sank into the wetness soaking the juncture of her thighs.

Her breasts strained against the thin tank top. “Helcyon…” She ached to feel him touching them. Stop. Must stop.

A groan ripped through her at the thought. When his finger thrust inside of her, her sex clenched around it, pleasure pushing her past the point of coherence. “Helcyon, stop.”

He stilled at the rush of words, and Cassie wanted to weep. Her sex squeezed at his fingers, aching to pull more of him inside. Gritting her teeth, Cassie lifted her head and focused on the corner of his cheek. It was safer than looking him in the eyes and less enticing than gazing at his lips.

“We have to stop.” She exhaled the words, hating each one for passing her lips.

“We can if you wish, but we do not have to.” He remained utterly still, her sex impaled on his finger, his hand cupping her mound and his thumb perilously close to her clit.

“Unfortunately, we do. You’re a client, and I don’t—I don’t sleep with clients.” Cassie swallowed against the sob that snuck up on the end of her words.

Beneath her, Helcyon began to shake with laughter. The faint bouncing motion pushed his finger deeper into her. His thumb stroked her sensitive clit. Pleasure exploded behind Cassie’s eyes as her orgasm swept through her. Her nails dug into his arms as the pleasure wrenched from her. 

About Heather

Heather Long is a full time writer, mother, friend and student.  She can often be found at 4 a.m. hiding in her garage with a cup of coffee and a new story idea unfolding on her laptop. You can keep up with these and all of Heather’s upcoming releases via her website, Facebook page and occasionally, Twitter although she swears she’s pretty bad at remembering to Tweet even when she reads them.

Guest Post & Giveaway: Lorelei Confer

Good morning! I’m Lorelei Confer and I write romantic suspense.


I wrote my first story in the fourth grade in the form of a play which actually was produced by my teacher for parents and students. I continued writing and majored in English in College. I practice every day to improve my craft. 


An author of romantic suspense I love reading almost as much as writing. I have filled my book shelves with my favorites, i.e. Harlan Colban, Eliza March, Johanna Lindsey, Kathy Carmichael, Kathleen Woodiwiss, Andrew Gross, Terri Garey, Karen Rose, LuAnn Rice, and Bobbi Smith just to mention a few, as well as all the classics.


I live on a peninsula in the mid west coast of Florida with my husband, two cats, and AJ, my long haired Chihuahua.


I love hearing from readers so please visit my website: www.loreleiconfer.com or blog at www.loreleiconfer.blogspot.com.


In doing research for my first book, Deadly Deception, I learned so much about Human Sex Trafficking and I really wanted to get the message out that this horrific crime is happening in your own backyard. I met with an undercover detective assigned to our local task force for human trafficking and from all the information I gleaned from him and numerous other interviews I have been able to put together realistic stories.


My second book, Deadly Revenge, happens in the North Carolina mountains which is the eighth likely state for human trafficking due to their interstate going north and south and east and west. Who knew?


I’ve just finished my third book in the ‘Deadly’ series, Deadly Deliverance, which is also about human sex trafficking from an investigators point of view. It’s primarily located in the Washington, DC area and is available from Siren Bookstrand Jan 17^th, 2012.


I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy researching and writing them.


DEADLY DELIVERANCE available Jan 2012 at SirenBookstrand

Blurb
Things get personal for Sam Brower, undercover task force detective for human trafficking, when his niece, Autumn, goes missing. To make matters worse, he’s forced to work with his ex-girlfriend, Lisa Conover, former DC cop, when she’s assigned to a cold case involving his long lost brother.


After infiltrating the gang responsible for the multiple abductions, Sam and Lisa try to unravel the stories behind the kidnapping of Autumn and the disappearance of Luke before their cover is blown.


Undercover work doesn’t lend well to trust. Even if they work together like a fine tuned instrument, will Lisa and Sam be able to salvage love after all they’ve been through?

ADULT EXCERPT:

“Sam, have you really thought this through?” Lisa asked as she pulled her hair away from her face.

“Of course I have. Do you think I really want to give up what we’ve just renewed?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, back the truck up,” Lisa said as she pushed away from him, her hands on his chest. “What do you think has been renewed? Yes, we shared a couple of ‘hello’ kisses for old time’s sake, but that’s all.”

Sam turned and moved closer to her. “Let’s take care of that right now. I know I want more out of our relationship, maybe even something permanent, don’t you?” He put his hands on her shoulders and attempted to pull her closer. She resisted.

He leaned in and kissed her shoulders, moving to her neck. She moved away. He pulled her closer and continued kissing her long neck, ears, and cheeks, moving toward her open and groaning mouth. Her hands moved to his elbows and then up to his shoulders until they were around his neck where she hung on for dear life.

His mouth moved to encompass hers, his tongue tangling with hers. He groaned as he pulled her closer to rub against his erection. He walked her backwards toward the bed until the back of her legs could go no farther. They slowly tumbled to the bed without breaking the kiss. He held her in his arms, plundering her mouth. His hands moved up her side and found her breast. She wiggled. His fingers found her nipple and gently squeezed until it became erect and hard. He pulled up her blouse and broke the kiss to take his wet mouth to her breast. He moved her satin-and-lace bra out of the way and plundered her nipple. She groaned and arched toward him. His hand pulled up her skirt and reached for her feminine curls finding soft, satin-and-lace matching panties. He pulled them aside and reached for her hot wet spot waiting and ready for him.

His hand slid between her legs and brushed the dewy petals of her damp folds, sending a zing of electricity through her entire body. Working a finger inside her, he growled, “Keep going,” with a jerk of his chin at her still hands.

He worked two fingers into her wet passage and stretched her wide. Her back arched as delicious tremors and hot shocks of pleasure streaked through her body. His eyes as deep and dark as night, his gaze caressed her, traveling over her body to rest where his hand had disappeared between her legs.

Eyes heavy-lidded, he murmured, “I want to lick you all over like an ice cream cone.”

His heated look inflamed her blood, and a film of perspiration covered her skin. She tried to fill her restricted lungs, but there wasn’t enough air in the room.

He moved his fingers inside her. He was huge, jutting past his belly button, a network of veins distended in stark relief along the length.

He was stroking himself while he was pleasuring her. He rolled on top of her and, finding the exact spot, he thrust inside her. She arched her hips toward him, wanting more, and he thrust deeper. In and out, in and out, their rhythm soon matched until they both spiraled out of control and into ecstasy.

Sam moved off her but lay close beside her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He didn’t want to let her go. 

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Guest: Author Carla Angela

Today's guest is a Siren exclusive author Carla Angela. Everyone say Hi and make her feel welcome. Now a little about Carla to get you going.

By day, Carla Angela is a freelance journalist in Australia and, in the inky night, an erotic fiction writer. When she’s not tapping away on her keyboard, she loves fashion shopping, spending time with her family and friends, renovating, and listening to music—from 90s R&B to retro 80s. Watching telemovies and obsessing over her star sign are also guilty pleasures. More on Carla Angela can be found at Siren or her website. She writes exclusively for Siren-BookStrand.

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Got a penchant for the long lens? Addicted to the camera flash?

Full Exposure by Carla Angela, surrounds photographer Lake Silva and her new business venture—taking professional online dating photos. Slick, appealing, and sizzling hot...with Lake behind the camera lens! What she doesn’t count on is meeting one male client who stirs up more than just business sense in her.

Hunter Dex is not Lake’s usual customer. He lives in a palatial abode and has ocean-blue eyes and a tanned, muscular body. Despite a photo exhibition of nudes also keeping Lake busy, she can’t help having dirty fantasies about Hunter. But such a gorgeous, rich playboy like him could never be seriously interested in a feisty tomboy like her...could he?

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Teaser from Full Exposure… Hunter took a few more careful steps inside, not sure whether to stay, secretly poke around and find out more about her—hoping she returned soon, pretending he’d just arrived—or do the right thing and leave.

Mid-thought he stopped, his head cocked to one side. He’d heard a noise coming from the far end of the unit—a splash of water. It sounded echoey like it was coming from a bathroom.

Unable to help himself, Hunter found himself tiptoeing forwards, through the lounge and light-flooded, compact kitchen toward a white-painted bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. Feeling utterly compelled, Hunter pressed one eye up to the crack between the door and the doorframe and swallowed hard. He’d found her. Oh, how he’d found her.

She was lying in an antique-looking, maroon bath, with a white lip and gold claw feet. The wet tendrils of her russet hair clung to her shoulders and snaked around her perky, cream-coloured breasts, like some kind of creeper. Water beaded from her collarbone down to her rosebud nipples. Hunter could imagine sucking those perfect strawberry tits. He felt the front of his pants growing tight, uncomfortable—his jeans imprisoned his member as it grew in size.

Lake’s head was tilted back, resting against the bath’s ledge, and her eyes were closed. She was seemingly content. Her arm, he suddenly noticed, was thrust below the water’s surface, deep, deep below, moving slowly up and down. Hunter could feel the perspiration beading on his own forehead, as much from the steamy room as from the steamy scene before him.

Then Hunter forgot to breathe for a second as a soft moan suddenly wafted from Lake’s pink lips…

Guest Post & Giveaway: Simone Sinna

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Simone Sinna 

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I’ve been writing since I was eight years old. I have several ‘finished’ (unpublished) novels from when I was about fifteen. Argh!!! Truly cringe worthy romance… (Or rather an attempt at it. At this stage of my life my friend’s brother was about the only eligible male I knew, courtesy of an all girl family and all girl school, and he still played with railway sets…).

Move onto early twenties I started writing another romance drama that got to about page twenty. Read it again recently – scary! The ‘hero’ was obviously based on my husband. Trouble is I was married to someone else at the time. Mmm – probably accounts for why both that particular story and then my (first) marriage came to a grounding halt!

Late twenties; Hubbie- affectionately known as ‘Sinnaman’ (and current(!) of many years duration) told me to either write or book or shut up about doing it (in the nicest possible way). I thought about this and decided I didn’t want to die thinking I should have. So I wrote two complete novels (psychological dramas) and submitted both. The second got an agent and to the last phase at Random House. Deciding I didn’t like rejection and that I’d given it my best, I took a job promotion in something I was good at (and got paid a lot) and am quite passionate about.

Then last year we went on a 2038km (about 1400 miles) pilgrimage across France and Spain (yes walked every step, took 87 days) I decided I was still passionate about fiction writing (in my main job I have published nonfiction) and wanted to get back to it. Fortunately I am at the stage in my paid job that I can work part time and still keep afloat. Prior to going on the walk I had been living in New York and wrote Embedded on the train commute to Yale. Its acceptance happened after I decided to go part time – as did getting short listed for an erotic short story competition which is now published (see below on how to win a copy!) and another short story also has been accepted for publication.

The heroine in Embedded is going to return in Exposé (coming out in April as an E-book, print in August, with Siren) where she’s involved in a film crew filming along the Pilgrimage trail. It was a great way to relive a terrific walk without blisters!

My first book Embedded comes out in print February2012!!! (or as an Ebook) Also available on Amazon.

Here’s an adult excerpt! In celebration of the Australian Tennis open I’ve picked an early scene (before she meets up with the hero) where New Yorker, Stephanie, 29, an investigative journalist, is on the way to Australia in Singapore first class lounge, and gets up close and personal with a professional tennis player heading there for the tournament.

As soon as the shower-room door was closed, Stephanie looked at Matt. Her moment of bravado had passed, and she was relieved to see that Matt was not feeling entirely comfortable either. He was attempting nonchalance, as if he regularly showered with attractive strangers, but she could see he was nervous. He pulled off his shirt, and Stephanie looked on appreciatively, her skin tingling in anticipation of what might lay ahead. Youth had its advantages. His back muscles rippled as he worked his jeans down.

He turned around, still in his Union Jack briefs. ‘Are you showering fully clothed?’

‘Just admiring the view,’ Stephanie replied.

Matt grinned, dropped the briefs—this really was a very well-built young man—and stepped closer. ‘May I?’

Stephanie didn’t answer, aware of the smell of his masculinity and the electricity it sent through her. Matt hesitantly put his hands out. She guided them to her top, and he began undoing buttons, kissing her neck as he did so. She could feel him against her and remained quite still, closing her eyes, soaking in the feeling of being desired. The blouse off, he quickly dispensed with her bra. She leaned back against the sink as his kisses covered her torso, lips lingering over her nipples. Matt’s breathing quickened. His hands went to her jeans, slowly undoing them, easing them down. Then he was gone.

Opening her eyes, she saw he was sitting on the floor, watching her as he peeled a condom over his cock. Momentarily self-conscious, she put a hand over the light fuzz of her sex.

‘No, don’t, please,’ Matt pleaded. ‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I want to soak in every minute because I’m sure I’m going to wake up and find this is all a dream.’

‘No dream,’ said Stephanie, smiling as she twirled around. ‘But if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss the plane.’

Matt grinned. ‘Let’s get the next one.’ He moved closer, his hands on either side of her hips, his tongue in her belly button.

Stephanie, teasing, grabbed her pile of clothes. ‘I really can’t miss this plane—’

Matt grinned, flicked the shower tap, and pulled her, clothes still in hand, under the water. Stephanie shrieked, but Matt pulled her to him and drowned her cry with a kiss, running his hands over her body. Stephanie gasped, feeling his erection against her, water tumbling over her head and down her cleavage. He massaged her breasts then spun her around so her back was against his chest, his hand teasing her nipples as he pulled her against his rock-hard cock. The hot water streamed over them, into mouths and eyes, running over their bodies as they rocked in tune. Matt cupped one hand over her breast. The other moved over her mound to find her clit.

Stephanie moaned, her butt wriggling into his groin until Matt suddenly released her, pulled her hips into him and, with a quick whisper in her ear to check that she was up for it, thrust his cock into her. The speed of it took away her breath. So much for the men of tomorrow, this one was well and truly already here today! Stephanie leant forward, panting, her hands supporting her on the shower wall.

Matt was every bit as fit as he looked, with alarming stamina and gymnastic ability. Forget football players, she thought. Matt eased her to the shower floor. The break was good for her aerobic issues, but she began immediately wanting him back inside her. Matt took one leg, gently sucking her toe, watching her as she failed to contain the exquisite pleasure he was affording her. One hand began to gently caress her calves, and as it worked up to her inner thighs, she gasped. His mouth now took each toe in turn, his tongue occasionally tickling her insole, all the while his hand working up and down her legs, always stopping just short of her most sensitive part. After a few minutes he took the other leg and gently sucked one toe, and just when she thought this leg, too, was to be given the same treatment, he put a leg over each of his shoulders and moved closer to her. As he did, the breadth of his shoulders and the narrowness of her hips meant that her legs had to part just a little, and in doing so she was aware that she was exposing the lips of her sex, glistening with her moisture. Clothes around her now forgotten, Stephanie gasped as Matt entered her again. The pressure of him against her clit, with his cock now even deeper within, accelerated her excitement. Not sure she’d survive in the position, the shower floor hard against her back, she focused within. Rocking her hips and trying not to shout too loudly, she climaxed.

But Matt had not finished. Putting her legs gently down and swiveling her over, he took her from behind, on the shower floor. Stephanie was aroused again. The change in pressure and his persistence was enough to wake her up. She felt herself rocking again in frantic response, feeling his hardness, his hands so firm on her hips that they were likely to leave bruises, and rather than feeling pain, it added to her arousal. She let out a loud, ‘Yes’ and came again, followed by Matt, finally releasing. They lay spent as water cascaded over them both, cleansing and rejuvenating.

‘Wow,’ said Stephanie, finally. ‘Watch out, Roger Federer!’

PROMO AND COMPETITION!

Be one of two people selected randomly on February 28th to email me (I’ll contact three people for their postal address) on simone.sinna@yahoo.com.au with the answers to two questions below from Embedded and win a print copy of Heat Wave’76 (mixed erotic short stories, worth $14.95) by Stringybark publishers.

Question One. What work does the character Tim do?

Question Two. What are the names of the two men Tiara has a threesome with?

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Guest: Author Berengaria Brown

I have a tendency to genre jump. Anyone who has read my author bio will have already worked that out.

Berengaria Brown Bio:

Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

But one thing I do insist on is having a reason for why my characters act as they do. Which means, why would the relationship come into being? This is not so hard in one man/one woman stories, or two men, or two women. But when you come to explaining a ménage, suddenly it’s more difficult. Sometimes I’ve started writing a story I thought would be between two men, but one man (or both of them!) has announced he’s bisexual, and so it becomes obvious a woman is needed to complete the relationship.

Then I started thinking about societies which have been historically polyandrous. What if these people wanted to keep their traditions? What if they moved to America to follow their traditions? How would that work? Would they be accepted? How would they deal with the official laws of the land, the IRS, the schooling of their children?

From these thoughts the “Possessive Passions” series developed. An underground, hidden community in modern day America, where the old traditions are followed. Where all the brothers share one wife.

But then, what if one family of brothers want to marry a woman not from their community? How would they explain it to her? How would she adjust to a totally different lifestyle?

SHARED POSSESSION - POSSESSIVE PASSIONS 1

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Blurb:

Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.

After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.

Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

POSSESS ME - POSSESSIVE PASSIONS 2

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Shiloah, a New Thimphu native, is envious of her friend Chevaunne's newfound happiness with her men and wants that kind of love for herself. She has enjoyed working with the luscious Stan and Goa on The Grandparents' Garden. But now the project is finished, so how will she see them again?

Stan and Goa abduct Shiloah from the garden's grand opening ceremony and make love to her all night long. The next day, she marries them both in a traditional ceremony. But when Shiloah and her men are offered the chance to run a farm aboveground, she has to consider her mother, Orna, who helps Shiloah run her business and is terrified of life outside the security of their community.

Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Can she find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother, her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

ULTIMATE POSSESSION - POSSESSIVE PASSIONS 3

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Kiri is abducted by two men who tie her up and demand she have sex with them. If she satisfies them they’ll marry her. Kiri is terrified, but angry. When one of them orders her to suck him she threatens to bite his cock off.

The men reveal themselves as George and Wang, brothers she has loved for years. They were testing her love for them. She’s still angry, but understands they had to be certain of her feelings, while not approving of their methods. What follows is a night of intensely passionate sex, as the men claim her over and over again.

Kiri soon settles into her new life, but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romance and fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

ADULT Excerpt

Once again, they began kissing and licking her skin, spending long moments at every pulse point, driving her need higher and higher.

Meanwhile, Kiri’s hands were busy unbuttoning shirts, unbuckling belts, and unsnapping jeans. When she finally released a zipper, she slid her hand down to cup a huge, hot, hard cock, and reveled in the soft head with a drop of pre-cum already in the slit and the hard shaft. Next, she cupped his balls, loving the heavy weight of them. Yum!

Wang’s cock was just as delicious as George’s. Wang spent more time in the shop and less time visiting towns shipping goods for the community, so his skin was a little paler than George’s. His eyes were a slightly lighter color, too, more brown, where George’s were closer to black. Wang was an inch or two shorter, half a dozen pounds heavier, a fraction more muscular, but they were both very similar really.

Their personalities were totally different, however. But Kiri had no time to think about that now. Her heart was full of joy at finally going to bed with the men she loved. Her hands worked busily at removing the last of their clothing, pushing and pulling at fabrics and bodies with scant regard for the safety of buttons and other fastenings.

“Cool your jets a second, sweetheart,” murmured George as he rolled away from her to toe his shoes off and drag his jeans over his feet.

Wang’s clothing dropped to the floor almost simultaneously, then both men’s hands were on her body, touching, and stroking every inch of her, making her skin tingle and goose bump with joy.

Kiri reached for the nearest cock—Wang’s—and grasped it firmly, loving the sensation of throbbing power. She let her finger slide over the head and inside the foreskin, knowing the skin that was usually protected would be even more soft and sensitive and wanting to push them to the limit before they entered her.

The tip of her finger ran around and around inside his foreskin, making drops of pre-cum run down over her hand, causing Wang to gasp and his cock to throb even more in her grip.

“Oh gods, that feels good. But I want to come inside you, not before the party even starts,” Wang said, gently disengaging her hand.

He slipped down between her legs, resting them on his shoulders and opening her wide. “First, we have to get you ready here,” he added, bending his head and licking the rim of her anus, his tongue sliding just the tiniest bit inside as he licked all around, wetting her thoroughly and making every nerve ending stand up and dance in joy.

A delicious shudder rippled through Kiri. “I can’t wait to have you both inside me at once,” she whispered.

“The waiting is killing us, too,” said George, dropping a jar of lube on the bed and sinking slippery fingers into her ass as Wang sat up and dipped a finger into the jar. The two men tag-teamed her, one stroking inside her dark channel, then the other, stretching her hole, loosening the entry, softening her tissues. Kiri’s cream poured from her pussy. She was so aroused, her nerves on fire, her belly clenching in need, her breasts heavy with the longing to be touched.

Soon, Wang coated his cock liberally with lube. Both men wiped their hands on a damp cloth, and then George lay flat on the bed and pulled her over him. He kissed her face softly, dropping the most feather-light of kisses onto her cheekbones, her jawline, her nose and eyebrows. She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick him in return, but his head kept moving, and she couldn’t aim straight.

Kiri grabbed his head to hold it still and pressed her lips to his. His lips were warm and soft as he gently kissed her back, and then he gradually increased the passion, licking the seam of her mouth and pushing his tongue inside.

At last!

She opened up and sucked him deep, welcoming him. Their tongues thrust and danced for long moments, and then he lifted her hips slightly and pressed his cock at her entry. Kiri drew back a little then slid down over him, sucking him into her cunt as she’d sucked his tongue into her mouth, deep, deeper still, enjoying the feel of him filling her and stretching her as her walls expanded to accept him, then closed around him gripping him tight.

George groaned, wiggling his hips, settling into her and pulling her flat against his body once again, skin to skin from pelvis to shoulders.

Behind her, Wang pulled her butt cheeks apart then rested his cock at her rear entrance. Kiri couldn’t prevent the shiver that raced through her. Finally, finally, they were claiming her!

Wang pressed against the circle of muscles. Kiri pushed back, and instantly, the head of his cock popped inside her. Wang thrust in, and her channel opened and expanded, giving him the space to go deeper.

She had felt quite full before, but now she felt stretched, so very possessed. Yet as Wang drove deeper inside her, there was no pain, just that fullness, and the sensation of expansion as her body adjusted and accepted both men at once.

Wang lay over her back, and she wiggled, loving being sandwiched between two hard male bodies like this. Possession was the only word to describe it. The ultimate possession, surrounded and filled by her men.

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