Ideas When You Least Expect Them
I’m often asked where do find ideas. I find them everywhere and sometimes they find me.
My most recent book, Claimed by Dragons, co-authored with Katalina Leon, came from a visit to Salem MA.
My husband and I wanted to visit Salem during October when we knew the town would be full of the Halloween spirit. The shops were hopping with things to do. If you wanted your palm read or a tarot reading, Salem was the place to be. If you wanted to be spooked, you could be.
My teenager and her two best friends were along for the trip with us. They visited a shop where the owner told them to pick a stone out of a black velvet bag. She instructed the girls to make a wish and return the stone to nature and their wish would come true.
When I told Kat about this, we both said, “Wouldn’t that make for a fun book.” One book idea turned into four and so began the Bag of Tricks series. Four women on a reunion in Salem. Four stones that will lead them to their true love.
Most of the time I’m not looking for ideas, they just seem to find me. :o)
I’d be happy to give away a copy of my book Claimed by Dragons. Just leave a comment and a valid contact email. I’ll pick a winner on Wednesday.
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Morning everyone…today I’m going to do a guest highlight. What the hell is that you ask? Well its where I feature or highlight an upcoming book. Give you the blurb, excerpt and cover to gaze at. At the end of the highlight you’ll find a giveaway. You’ll have to get to the bottom to see what it is.
Lusting over her neighbor’s too-young-to-touch hot nephew while he mowed the lawn in the hot sun was one thing and bad for her sparkling reputation. Finding him in the same sex shop where she is purchasing artificial gratification to ease the sexual bother he evoked in the first place is quite another and forces thirty-four-year-old stickler for rules Cait Daniels to fly red-faced through the doors of Curious Coition without her paid for merchandize in hand.
Since he is staying with his aunt for a few days, twenty-four-year-old Declan Meyer wants to do the neighborly thing and return the orphaned sex toy to its rightful owner. Only in this case the rightful owner is the same woman he wants in his bed, his heart, and his life. He is not above holding the pleasure tool over her head and threatening her good standing in an attempt to show her the real thing with him, never mind his age.
Millions of women did this almost every other day, all over the world, right? So what was wrong with her? Absolutely nothing, Cait Daniels decided.
She inhaled one last courageous breath, pulled the sleeves of her top up to her elbows, slipped a pair of sunglasses on her face to shield her from the hot Cape Town, South Africa midmorning sun, and got out of the driver’s seat of her car. She sat in the freaking financial director’s chair for a large cosmetics company for goodness sake—purchasing a dildo should not be this much of a federal case. Besides, her very congeniality, or what was left of it, depended on her having a screaming orgasm courtesy of one nonobligatory plastic penis since the human variety had failed her on all possible accounts. Yes, she was a year overdue already.
Faking the confidence of a worldly thirty-four-year-old woman, she pushed open the door of the Curious Coition sex shop and entered before she changed her mind. A plethora of makeshift sexual devices flooded her sight, forcing her to remove her sunglasses for more intimate viewing. For a minute, she stood mute at the entrance, her gaze rapidly taking inventory of things she didn’t even know existed, much less how they worked.
Crotch-less panties to the left of her; chains, clamps, and whips to the right of her. The tiles under her shoes illustrated naked bodies all entwined in passion. Blow-up dolls with thick red lips hung from the ceiling above her head. She twirled around in strange wonder, absorbing the very sexuality of the shop itself as if it were a live being.
A big screen TV mounted on the wall came to life before her eyes. She swallowed as the couple on screen engaged in graphic sex, advertising the amazement of some edible vaginal cream. Her thighs twitched and hot and desperate sensations transpired between her legs as the attractive male actor sucked the actress’ pussy. God, she needed to come: hard, fast, and with something thick and solid inside her or face going mad while she ogled the do-not-touch-not-ever guy who holidayed at his relative’s house opposite her. The one who made her wet and feel guilty at the same time. This was a better option by far. The safest and definitely the sanest.
“Hi, just shout if you need help.” A voice snapped her out of her awe. She whipped her head in the direction of the cashier standing behind the counter, her bright smile and long dreadlocked hair oddly calm and comforting where everything else around her depicted nothing but the taboo.
With barely a nod in the cashier’s direction, she snagged a safe looking vibrator off the shelf, put it back, and chose another instead that came with various attachments and everything else conducive to pleasing her every dirty fantasy and so much more. Sudden prongs of anxiety stabbed at her resolve as she neared the counter. She was so close to pulling off this clandestine mission and wanted nothing more than to leave the shop in relative safety.
“Will that be all for you?” the cashier asked, her orange glazed smile wider than before. “Yes, thank you.” Cait dared not look her in the eye. She hadn’t come that far yet; instead she dallied with her purse while the cashier counted the cash and registered the sale. She wished she’d just give her the mock cock and forfeit the whole idea of popping it into a Curious Coition designed bag. She really just wanted to get the hell out of the place already, preferably armed with the selected merchandize secured in her handbag. A long bath later and maybe even candles, and then it’ll be just her and the dildo, eradicating any unhealthy thoughts she harbored about him that she couldn’t have.
“It’s one of our bestsellers. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
Could she work any slower?
“It’s a lovely day outside, isn’t it?” she continued. “I should tell you we have a no return policy, unfortunately, so if—”
“That’s fine. I…” Whatever else Cait meant to say died on her lips as the velvet curtains hanging from a rail behind the cashier parted. Her overworked heart ground to a dead-halt and manic nerves singed her skin. Her brain spun out of control, drowning her in disbelief. She resisted the urge to rub her eyes in case her vision felt prone to play cheap tricks on her now of all times. But no, he, the totally hot and completely off limits reason she found herself parading in a sex shop in broad daylight, was real, gorgeous, and instantly he recognized her.
His sexy thick-lashed gaze skimmed over the package dangling in midair from the cashier’s hand en route to the bag and then landed back to her. Scorching hot blood rose into her cheeks. He folded his arms and then rubbed the edge of his jaw with one of his hands as his sensuous lips curved into a killer smile. Sparkling, straight white teeth mocked her. She couldn’t look away, not when his overpowering height demanded she see nothing but him.
Amusement lined the gray of his irises as he relaxed against a tall cabinet next to him, enjoying her discomfort, and making no secret of it. This couldn’t be happening to her. Embarrassment of the kind she never experienced before dictated her next move. Flee, leaving behind her purchase in the cashier’s hands. Without a backward glance, she scurried out of the shop. She refused to question her juvenile antics as she dove into her car and started the ignition. The only sound louder than her resuscitated heart thudding inside her chest was the wheels of her car screeching in protest as she fled what she now called the crime scene.
The Toy Boy is available at Liquid Silver Books – http://www.lsbooks.com/the-toy-boy-p697.php
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April Vine writes erotic romance by night and is a professional dreamer by day. She has two precious sons and one very tolerant husband, who bravely defends her honor whenever she finds herself in trouble, which is often enough.
She can do without most anything, but books, chocolate, and shoes are her crucial must-haves.
Giveaway: April is offering an ecopy of The Toy Boy to one commenter. Hit that comment link let her know…Have you been to a sex shop? Were you fascinated or horrified? Embarrassed or Overwhelmed?
My thanks to Lissa for opening up her blog for me. Today I want to talk to you about my newest book Fournicopia which is releasing July 10th.
I love alpha males, but I love strong heroines, equally.
My challenge when I began writing Fournicopia lay in the fact my hero is a submissive. I’ve read plenty of sub heroes who were “dressed” to be alpha, but weren’t, not at their core. I didn’t want to make the same mistake.
Then there was the challenge of making my heroine strong, but not so much she overshadowed the hero. She needed flaws, needed some doubts, but this was to be a fun story, not something deeply angsty, and I didn’t think she needed a dark and painful past. Sometimes, I think authors don’t believe that “normal” people can have the desire to be Dominant unless they’re deeply scarred by some deep, dark trauma in their past.
Gus and Aislinn felt so natural together, they lit sparks on the page from their very first encounter. I didn’t have to force a thing, didn’t have to “write” their love story. They played, they tested each other, they learned to trust and set their inner kinksters free. In the end, they created their own flavor of a D/s relationship. Something perfect only for them. Rules, schmools.
Release Date: 10 July 2012
Forget the sugar. Send her the spice.
Delta Heat, Book 2
Gus Taggert knows a setup when he sees one. The doughnut shop his police officer buddies have sent him to, Cornucopia, is too frilly. Too pink. Then the woman behind the counter serves up a mini-lesson in submission that leaves him ready and willing to obey her order to see her tonight at La Forge BDSM club.
The large, burly cop is exactly the kind of alpha guy that newly minted Domme Aislinn Darby has been dying to tie up and spank. Yet after she puts him through his paces, she finds herself eager to let him take control—something she’s never before enjoyed with a man.
Determined to find out once and for all if she has what it takes to control a scene, she orders him up for one more go. Only this time, she intends to ensure he remembers who’s in charge. She’s even willing to offer a little bribe: accept her dictates, and his reward is her—any way he wants her.
Except when it’s time for payback, it comes with several twists she never saw coming.
Warning: When a male sub decides to turn the tables on his pretty Domme, he calls for backup from his best friends. Contains scenes with m/m/f, m/f/m, f/f, spanking, restraints, and an orgy of pleasure no woman can resist.
As always, her entrance was noted by all the night’s hopefuls. Lined up at the bar and against the far wall, they perked up as soon as the first glances swung her way, waiting to see whom she would choose this evening.
She was only newly vetted, but had already gained a following eager to play with her. Known for her fun and sexy sessions that slowly ramped up to a blinding intensity, she’d been trained by Mondo, a true Master. Everyone wanted a go with Mondo’s latest protégé.
This night she felt no rumbling in her belly, no tingling of nerves from any self-doubt. Too much was on her mind. Instead, she felt a stirring of anticipation which added a little bounce to her step.
Her gaze swept the hopefuls, paused on Mondo, who stood beside the club’s manager near the bar, his hand against the curve of Jennifer Callum’s slender back.
She lifted the flogger and an eyebrow, indicating she’d received another mysterious present, then slapped it against her thigh.
He bent toward the dark-haired Jennifer, whispered something that had her smiling, but the tightness around her lips as she glanced Aislinn’s way said the manager knew about the troubles.
Damn. Aislinn had wanted to handle this problem herself. Now she regretted ever mentioning a word to Mondo.
Aislinn continued around the room, passing several subs she’d already tried. She lifted her chin and gestured with the flogger in her hand toward the floor. None of the young men paid her implement any mind, hastening instead to their knees and bowing their heads, bare chests rising and falling rapidly, then growing still as she moved on. If her stalker was among them, he hid well his interest in her latest gift.
Further, the one man she sought wasn’t here. Sharp disappointment filled her. Maybe she’d been a little too direct with Officer Taggert that morning. Maybe the latest troubles had blurred her usual acuity. She had an instinct for spotting a man ready for her kind of play. She’d thought for sure he’d arrive early, eager to see her again. When Mondo had checked her setup after she’d first arrived at the club, he’d told her his friend had been rattled but impressed like he’d never seen before. Mondo’s amusement had spilled over onto her, giving her the lift she’d needed to stay the course this night.
The teak double doors that opened from the club’s foyer whooshed open. From the corner of her eye, she spotted her quarry barreling into the room. There was nothing subtle about the large man. His reddened face indicated that either he’d lost the battle with his pride or he’d rushed to get here.
Either way, he was about to be punished for making her wait. Her breathing deepened, steadied. Her chest felt lighter as she secretly followed his progress.
Officer Taggert, dressed in jeans, cowboy boots and a crisp pale shirt, strode straight for Mondo. Mondo’s gaze narrowed, and he tilted his head in her direction. The large man turned, spotted her and gave her body a quick onceover before his glance snapped back up to her face.
Aislinn gave him a look he couldn’t misinterpret. Her chin jutted and her lips thinned. She lifted the flogger and pointed it his way.
The sighs of disappointment were audible. Yes, she knew it was cheesy, this dramatic ceremony where she selected her playmate, but the men—subs and switches—seemed to enjoy the ritual. Conversations resumed, breaking the silence.
Aislinn walked past Mondo and his friend, never looking directly at the police officer, but giving him a subtle nod. Then she strode down the carpeted hallway toward the row of playrooms.
She never looked back, and yet never took for granted that he’d follow. Relief filled her when she heard his heavy tread behind her. She swiped her key card to her room, pushed open the door, and then stood aside to allow him to enter first.
When he walked through, he halted, turning his head as he caught sight of her setup. She’d gone for sparse. Only one piece of equipment.
“Have you forgotten so soon?” she asked softly, striding up beside him.
His brow furrowed, darkening his eyes. “We’re alone. You don’t have to keep the game up.”
“Oh, I don’t play games. I told you already what I expect.”
His body tightened. His huge chest rose and fell more quickly than the short walk down the hall warranted.
Aislinn was careful not to let her smile reach her eyes. “Naked. That’s how I want you. And since you’re late, I want you bent over that bench to your right.”
She walked closer, not stopping until her chest met his, glad for the tall heels she wore. She tilted back her head, knowing it was no sign of submission on her part, because she stared without blinking into his hazel eyes.
His glance fell to her mouth then the tops of her breasts, spilling over the ribbed edge of the corset. “Naked I can do, ma’am. But you’re not spankin’ my ass with that toy.”
Not breaking glances, she tossed the flogger away. “I wouldn’t want it to touch you anyway. I’ll start with my hand…since we’re just getting to know each other.” Continuing to stare, she kept her expression neutral.
She knew the moment he blinked in their little game of chicken.
He swallowed hard. The sound of it loud in the stillness of the room.
She bit her lip then gave it a slow lick. Flirting to get what she wanted was just one tool in her arsenal of persuasion. “If you’re very good,” she murmured, “I’ll let you lick my nipples.”
The corners of his mouth twitched. A fine sheen of sweat broke on his forehead. He backed up a step then turned toward the bench. She watched while he stripped, not looking at her. She liked what he revealed—a torso cut like a bodybuilder’s—powerful, athletic.
When his trousers dropped and he moved toward the padded kneeler, she cleared her throat. “I’d like to inspect you before you hide yourself away.”
Giveaway: I’m happy to offer up either the first book in the Delta Heat Series, Five Ways ‘Til Sunday, or one of my backlist Samhain ebooks to one person. Do you enjoy reading a hero that is submissive or do you prefer them to be the dominant figure in the relationship?
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you’ll check out my books if you haven’t already.
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I’d like to welcome Cindy Jacks to the blog today where she’ll be showcasing her new book, Ravish Me.
She is also doing a giveaway of any book from her backlist and a signed set of Ellora’s Cave playing cards (She’s the 7 of hearts). US winners only since she’ll have to mail the cards. Thank you. Just leave a comment and you’re in the running. Make sure you leave a way for Cindy to contact you in case you win.
Jane’s boyfriend Matthew is perfect in all ways but one—in the bedroom. Sure, their sex life is sweet and romantic, but therein lies the problem. Jane harbors secret desires that she’s afraid will turn off her vanilla lover. But finally she confides in him, introducing him to the world of non-con role play.
Matthew has always believed that no means no, but in ravishment fantasy no means yes, yes, yes. He’s reticent to open the door to the darker side of his sexuality, but with Jane’s patient guidance he finds he enjoys the role of aggressor. Perhaps more than he’s comfortable with. The role play stirs up a host of memories he’d rather forget, leaving him to wonder which is his true self—the sweet, romantic lover or the ravisher.
“How’s Matthew?” Ian asked.
“Matthew’s fine.” Jane nodded.
Her best friend eyed her, shaking his head. “You still haven’t told him, have you?”
“No and I’m not sure if I should. I don’t want him to think—”
The store receptionist’s voice blared over the loudspeaker, “Ian, report to reception, please, you have a client waiting. Ian, report to reception.”
“Shit.” He crushed out his cigarette and pulled open the back door, holding it for Jane. “We’ll discuss this tonight over appletinis, okay?”
“Sure. Is Kevin coming?”
“No, my baby’s out of town. It’ll just be us girls. Muah.” He air kissed her then flew off in the direction of the reception area.
Jane strode through the showroom, straightening pillows and tchotchkes. She found her clients in the Louis Philippe bedroom setting.
“How’s the browsing going?” she asked.
“Fine, thanks,” the wife replied.
Jane nodded and made her retreat. The couple had that look about them, they weren’t going to buy today. She’d been a salesperson long enough to know. Just like she’d known Matthew would make a purchase when he’d first come into the store. The newly divorced guys always purchased. All she had to do was be nice and listen to their tales of woe. To Matthew’s credit, he hadn’t run down his ex, so when he asked her out to dinner she decided to accept.
A text came in from his number.
Thinking of you 🙂
He was nothing if not sweet.
That evening, Jane sipped at an appletini as promised, and listened to Ian grouse about his last customer of the evening.
“Twelve catalogs later, we’re still no closer to picking a bedroom set.”
“Maybe he comes in to see you.”
“Well, he’d better buy something soon. I’m not there to hang out for free.”
“You’re such a whore.” Jane chewed at the slice of apple from her drink.
Ian winked at her. “You know it.”
Her phone vibrated with a message from Matthew again.
Have you had dinner?
Only if a liquid dinner counts.
Wanna come over?
By come over he meant that he’d send a sedan from the private car service he often used to ferry her to his loft in NoMa—the fashionably industrial section of DC north of Massachusetts Avenue. Dating a well-to-do programmer had its perks.
“Is that him?” asked Ian.
“Yep. He wants me to come over for dinner.”
“Oh fine, just abandon me.”
“Don’t be like that. If Kevin was home you’d do the same thing.”
“True, but Kevin and I burn up the sheets so that’s understandable. By abandoning me for Mr. Vanilla, you’re saying he gives better conversation than I do.”
Jane winced at the reminder of her lackluster sex life. “Don’t be like that. And the sex issue isn’t his fault. He tries very hard.”
“You have to tell him what you like.”
“I’m just afraid he won’t like me if I tell him. You know it’s happened before.”
“So you’re just going to fake it for him for the entire duration of this relationship?”
“If I have to. Maybe I can learn to come without…you know.”
“And what if you can’t? What if you two work out and he asks you to marry him? Can you do Unfulfilled-Ever-After? I know I couldn’t.”
Jane waved away Ian’s concerns. “Yes, yes. If it gets to that point then we’ll talk about it.”
Ian patted her hand. “I know it’s not an easy topic to broach, but if he really cares about you, he’ll be open to what you’re saying.”
Downing the last of her drink, Jane prayed the car service would show up soon. She didn’t even want to talk about this with her best friend, how was she supposed to bring it up with Matthew?
Cindy Jacks… fiction for the bad girl in every woman
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