by Mlissa | Jan 23, 2012 | Uncategorized
Okay, so I have a question for all you readers out there. When is a book to much like the previous one? I mean lets make it a given that the characters are different with different mannerisms and motivations. But if you have a story that is a sequel and involves a situation that happens throughout the series does it make the books too much alike for you.
For me it’s hard to tell. The exact same plot could be a totally different book depending on the characters motivations. But some people feel differently. I had a person tell me one of my unpublished books was too near the plot of one of my published books. I didn’t think so. I thought the situations/characters/settings were different. But once someone said that, I couldn’t make myself to publish that book. That book is still sitting on my hard drive. o_O…. Yes I am too sensitive.
So now you may be asking yourself, what brought on this train of thought? Well, I just turned in the sequel to Haley’s Demon. The second book is Izzy’s Incubus. In these two books the heroines both perform the same spell. Both heroes do one act that is the same. Other than that it’s different. The settings. The time frames. Everything. So if you read Haley’s Demon you will remember a couple of things. But when two women do the same spell, then you would expect them to get the same or near the same result. Right? Besides, Haley summons her demon not imagining that it will work while Izzy has a back up plan prepared in case her visitor gets out of line!
Okay enough about me and my Demon Lover Series. What about you? What makes you crazy in a sequel?
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by Mlissa | Feb 9, 2011 | Birthday Blog Party
I’m very picky when it comes to birthday cake. There has to certain element to qualify, most of all there has to be cake! You can have ice cream, sure, but to me it has to have actual cake in it. Otherwise it’s just ice cream in the shape of a “cake”. I’m not sure when this rule of mine started. I think it was a birthday where I had to run from store to store to find an actual ice cream cake with cake in it. Don’t get me wrong, I love icing and I love ice cream, put them together and you get sugar rush heaven but without that cake it was as if something was missing to me.
My favorite flavor is chocolate cake and vanilla (or cookies and cream) ice cream. I know I could go with other possibilities but that was first flavor of ice cream I ever had, so there’s something comforting about it. So every year, I want one thing for my birthday. It’s not a present, it’s not some extravagant thing, it’s the only thing on my wish list: An ice cream cake. I love presents, don’t get me wrong. I love ripping open the wrapping paper and finding the surprise but for me all I really want is one thing, the cake! That’s what makes my birthday to me.
So here’s the question, for you is it the cake, the presents, the people around or something else that makes your birthday really special?
Happy Birthday, Lissa! May your birthday be extra special and awesome this year.
Last Call Europe: Chocolate Shock, Out Now at Changeling Press!
All romanced out, Love Fairy Alastrina is tired of putting together happy couples. All she wants is a little bit of “me time” to forget her job for one night. She strides into Last Call: London looking for some action.
Chocolate Shock: Heat packed sexin’ — no baggage required or desired.
Rebellious leopard shifter Garrison Fredricks may be the answer to all her needs. Some sexy talk and a bit of action is just what the love fairy ordered. Only problem is he has a teensy-weensy little secret that may piss her off. And a Love Fairy pissed off is not a good thing.
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She was overwhelmed. Her body was a twisting, writhing foreign thing that made her hot and cold. Garrison. It was the most potent word buzzing around her mind. His scent, a mixture of spice and musk, tugged her down and surrounded her. All her
ideas of how the night should go dissolved. Trina stared into his eyes, mesmerized. Up close they weren’t just brown but liquid gold that shifted from the color of sunlight to bronze and then chocolate. Knowledge weighed in his gaze. This was not just a man. She was sure of that. Who is he?
“I’ve never… I don’t know… I thought…” She cursed herself for stammering and sounding like an idiot.
“Relax, sweet, let me take control. Let me show you what I want to do to you. Once you’re comfortable, you can take control. Deal?” He withdrew, taking his intoxicating scent with him, but the imprint of his body heat remained. She looked away, torn between desire and hesitation.
“Here, drink this. It will help.” He handed her the glass, which she took eagerly. The second the rich chocolate hit her tongue, she moaned. Decadent. The cinnamon gave the drink just the right kick, and the alcohol added a surprisingly soothing afterburn.
“Mmmm.” Her body slowly began to unwind.
“Good?” he asked, his face unreadable.
“May I?” He held out his hand and she gave him the mug. He took it and turned the cup around and placed his lips over the exact spot where her mouth had touched. He drank deeply, his gaze never leaving her face. “Mmm, very good. Let me taste it on your tongue.” Garrison lowered his head and took a kiss. The contact was gentle at first. A slow teasing touch before he added more pressure.
Heat slid through her body from his mouth. Alastrina wanted to feel him pressed against her. She reached up, grabbed the sides of his jacket and pulled him closer. He groaned. She heard, and felt, the vibrations of his purring rumble up from his chest.
Garrison pulled his head back and swore. “No sex in the hallway.”
His breath came out in harsh pants. The scent of whisky, chocolate and cinnamon wafted against her face with each exhale. “No one said –” she started, pausing to lick her lips. They were hot but not bruised, which disappointed her.
“Need you badly. Don’t want anyone else to see.” He looked up and she followed his gaze to the cameras mounted on the walls.
“Oh.” Heat flushed her cheeks. Her eyes drifted closed as she inhaled his scent. With her ear pressed to his chest, she heard the hammering of his heart and felt soothed. She wasn’t the only one feeling out of control.
They headed down the hallway again only to pause. Garrison shook his head, growled in frustration before taking her in his arms again and pressing her into a wall. She gasped as his erection pressed against her stomach. “Feel that, love? That’s all for you, every fucking inch.”
She let out a shaky breath as moisture pooled between her thighs to dampen her panties. He rocked his hips against hers, tearing a soft moan from her lips.
“I can smell how much you want me, and Goddess, I need you too.”
Every movement of his body stoked the heat inside of her that much higher. Her knees became jelly as arousal curled tighter in the pit of her stomach. All that held her up was his body pressed against hers and his hand on her back. Mindless, she moved with him, totally absorbed in only him.
Garrison lowered his head and buried it in the crook of her shoulder. “So fucking sexy. You’re killing me here, love. I’m tempted to just tear off both our clothes and fuck you now.”
Her pussy clenched and she groaned.
“I’m so close it’s ridiculous. It’s like I have no control. Any more movement and I’ll come in my pants, even though we haven’t done anything yet.” He stilled and she fought to stop rocking against him. Alastrina opened her mouth to say something only to be cut off by him moving away and pulling her down the hallway again. Garrison found the right door and jammed the keycard into the electronic lock and pushed the door open. “Quickly, love, before I take you in the hall. Patience be damned.”
Alastrina didn’t have to be told twice. She let go of his hand and rushed into the room.
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