The cover just is… Well, HOT, y’all. Just HOT!
Pauline is a friend of mine and she’s about to make her mark in self-publishing writing the books SHE wants to write. You’re going to love her! She’s here to share a little with us about what her inspiration for her Taboo Series: In His Bed… (Did I mention the cover is HOT?!?)
Can You Keep a Secret? I’ve Always Wanted To…
I want to thank Lissa for having me today. Her writing has been an inspiration over the past several years. Her curvy heroines are refreshing and make me blush with every page.
A good friend once told me every woman should have a secret. After thinking about her statement, I realized she was right. The wheels of my creative brain started to turn. Being an erotic romance writer, my curiosity sparked to explore those hidden secrets.
Would women talk? Would they tell me the sexual fantasies they’d never share with their spouses or significant others? Would they be too embarrassed to admit they had scenarios playing on a reel in their heads while they sat at the desk in the office, loaded the dishwasher, and (the big no-no secret one) while kissing their man?
I emailed and spoke with thirty women who, surprisingly, chatted in great detail about the fantasies they felt were too taboo to admit. Many of the women shared similar stories, but then there were the ones who made me look at the concept of what made our sexual desires unique.
One woman confessed she was infatuated with her therapist. She’d made the first appointment because her spouse had an affair and left her childless and alone. Not only had this jerk devastated her, but made her question her beauty, worth, and femininity. Her fantasy was more about seduction than sex. She wanted to feel empowered in a man’s presence. She was attracted to her therapist and would sit in the office talking about her ex while imagining making her therapist have an orgasm just by the way she sat down and crossed her legs.
A nurse I work with giggled and told me she thought her best friend’s son was hot. He’d come home from college and wasn’t the young man that had left four years earlier. The fantasies kept rolling on and the more I talked to these women, the quicker I envisioned developing Taboo: Hidden Fantasy Series.
Many of the women envisioned being a Dominatrix. They were shy, timid, reserve in their everyday lives and craved to break free and bring their bosses to their knees. One of my favorites, and dear to my heart *wink*, was the woman who wanted to hop in bed with a pair of hot guy twins. Identical in every way! Secret letters, becoming virgins again, and experiencing the sensation of innocence were popular.
But…so was throwing innocence out the vanilla window and smiling as a man left money on the nightstand before grabbing his jacket and walking out the hotel door.
One concept touched on every fantasy. Sex with a stranger. They wanted that release of responsibility. No lunches to pack.
No bills to pay. No dirty laundry to pick up. No customers to answer to. They wanted freedom and sex with someone who didn’t bring baggage.
I really enjoyed talking and laughing with these women. Being a nurse in women’s health care, I have encountered many wonderful and heartbreaking situations. The books I’m writing in this series are for women to bring their taboo fantasies to life while keeping their secrets under lock and key. Through the journeys of these stories, women can find joy and explore a facet of their personality they can’t in their public persona.
These are very personal taboos, but oh how wicked it feels to share them.
We multi-task. We live for our kids. We work to pay the bills. We exhaust our emotions to be a supportive spouse/girlfriend.
We deserve to suspend those roles and be free for a few moments in time.
Taboo: Forbidden Fantasy Series will include six novellas. The first book, In His Bed, will be available on January 26th. This book delves into the fantasy of a forty year old woman who has a heated affair with her best friend’s twenty-three-year old son. He’s sexy, cocky, and ready to see what’s under her skirt.
The books to follow are Session (A woman explores her sensuality by seducing her therapist.), Anonymous (A woman is ready to lose her virginity and decides what better way to learn than to attend sex anonymous meetings. She gets more than she bargains for.), Chance Encounters (A young woman faces the trauma of her past when mysterious letters appear in her mailbox asking her to do naughty things.), Mistress (A Dominatrix brings a high powered, bully attorney to his knees. Literally.) and Double Take (Remember the hot twin fantasy? One brother is a hardcore mixed marital arts fighter with a sensitive heart while his Dom brother manages not only his brother’s career, but the woman they’ve chosen to share.)
This series has been a joy to write. I’m having a great time exploring my input into these exciting taboos. I love when women are empowered by their sexuality. I want every woman to feel beautiful, desired, and appreciated. This series is my celebration of our sexual independence.
I’m always open to more interesting conversations. If you’re interested in sharing your hidden fantasies, I’d love to hear your story.
Hi there. I’m Roz, and you’ve never heard of me before, but that’s cool – hopefully that’ll change…some…day. I just recently self-published my first novel which is part of a series. Blood Memory: Book 1 (because honestly I couldn’t think of a better title) is a paranormal action/romance written book with a little humor mixed into it.
It’s based off of characters originally created on a role-playing message board I helped create – www.sanguineaffliction.com. It’s a tale of supernatural beings: werewolves and vampires, and I swear I didn’t just hop on the bandwagon because of all the sparkles and stuff in the main stream right now. The main character, Simon Huntington, was created back in 2004 and the others just keep cropping up.
Blood Memory: Book 1 is a story about intrigue, murder, and the lie within the truth. A ‘blood memory’ is a werewolf ability passed from gifter to giftee. This particular memory involves Simon Huntington and his partner Ellis Duban and they’re the center of a dark betrayal against the werewolf family packs: the Jamesons and Hammerthynns. Coincidentally, no one can remember the memory itself, only that they want to tear off Simon’s face whenever they see him. Inconvenient, to say the least.
Then there’s Vivienne Sena, the sole survivor of a massacre brought upon by the man she would eventually call father. A blood retribution against her family, Vigo Hammerthynn’s Pipers wiped out the Sena pack and left her an orphan, sparing her life for an unknown reason. Vigo raised Vivienne outside the pack, but as an adult, recognized certain abilities that made her indispensable to the Alpha Pipers – the group of werewolves who are bred as Alpha protectors, and related to the Jameson and Hammerthynn packs.
Together, Vivienne and Simon travel the globe to search out the real truth of the Blood Memory that no one can remember, but all Hammerthynns and Jamesons would die for. Led by Vigo’s only son, Viv’s adopted brother, and the Greater Pack’s Beta, Iov Hammerthynn enlists his cousin, and Viv’s secret lover, Commander Brian ‘Brig’ Jameson to kill Simon and bring back Vivienne to an almost certain death.
No one questions the blood memory. Period.
I’ve been writing about these characters on SA.com for years now – from their explosive beginnings and adding more and more characters and plot twists as time progressed. I love these people and there’s more of me in all of them than I’d care to admit.
Book 2: Awake will be coming out in the Spring, but Book 1 is available on amazon in both print and kindle format. Thanks for taking the time to read all this and you can find me at the following.
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Married for 20 years with two crazy kiddos, Roz lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado with her USAF husband.
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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?
Hello friends of romance! I’m so excited to be here!
My debut novel, For the Love of a God, is released April 23! You can find it at Liquid Silver Books
If you love a sexy paranormal, full of love-starved Greek gods, then this is for you! My story was inspired by a trip to the local museum where I fell in love with a statue of one of the Greek gods. It was so beautiful, so manly, and I couldn’t help wondering what might happen if Greek gods were real.
I live near Toronto, Canada and am passionate about mythology (although I’m also partial to vamps!) I just love it when the geeky, awkward girl gets the hot guy, and I’ve made it my mission to see this happen in my books as much as possible. Please check out my blog
Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works, but she’s always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to her.
One day, the peace at Maia’s beloved museum is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world, at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.
Maia does not know that her new boss is actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse that has killed any woman he’s dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is drawn to Maia with a force he’s never experienced in a thousand years. But can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?
Toronto, Present Day
Maia Douglas woke with a start. She looked around, disoriented. Then she remembered. She’d only put her head down on her desk for a minute. Her brown eyes bleary, she peered toward the clock on her office wall. Seven o’clock. “Dammit. Naps at work. Bad idea.”
It may have been after hours and the last tourist may have already been long gone, but she knew she was playing a dangerous game. One of these nights, she’d sleep right through and wouldn’t get her work done.
It was her fault for insisting on working late. She could work during the day like a normal person, but she loved the tranquility of the museum at night. Besides, she hadn’t been sleeping well lately anyway. Might as well work through the night.
She rubbed her eyes and gathered her wits. She took a sip of her cold coffee and stared at the wet spot on her blotter where she’d dribbled a little. “Ugh. Real dainty, Douglas.”
She pushed away from her desk. As foggy as she was, she knew it was the perfect time to do her preliminary inspection. She hated doing her work when people were milling about anyway. She gathered up her collapsible stool, a notebook, and her Holly Hobby satchel, the one containing her pencils and various tools of the trade. Thus armed, she stumbled out of her office.
Maia looked around the conservation office. All the other conservators were already gone for the day. No surprise there. She was the only one who kept such ungodly hours.
Taking the stairs up to the fifth floor, she made her way to the new Gallery of Greece. This part of the museum wasn’t open to the public yet, and the entrance was still shrouded by opaque drop cloths. She knew it wouldn’t open officially until it passed muster with the new director.
His Lordship was due any minute, and everyone at the Toronto Museum was nervous. There was a reason for it. Eric Lord’s reputation preceded him. He was from a family of museum experts, although she’d never met him in her travels. She’d read articles by his grandfather–—another Eric Lord–—when she was a student, and had been impressed with his keen insight into the ways of ancient Greece. But the current Eric Lord was known the world over for his slash-and-burn style of museum administration. She’d heard he was a downsizer, a ruthless one. Why, last year he’d eliminated a whole department at one museum in New York for their so-called inefficiencies.
Maia sniffed. “Well, Eric Lord’s not the only museum royalty around here. And no one knows this place like I do.”
Maia’s father, Dr. Jim Douglas, was the famed archaeologist whose work formed the basis of the Toronto Museum’s Greek collection. Maia had basically grown up within its walls. So if Eric Lord was planning a cull in Toronto, he’d be a fool to get rid of her.
Pushing aside the cloths at the entrance, she entered the Gallery of Greece. One of the cleaners was just finishing up in the gallery. She made sure to sashay around the trail from his wet mop. “Hey, Wally. How’s business?”
The older man looked up. “Miss Douglas, what are you still doing here? It’s Saturday night! How come a pretty girl like you doesn’t have a date?”
“Tonight, I have a date with Poseidon’s testicles.”
Wally pulled a face.
“They’re about to fall off,” she explained. “The statue, I mean. Poor guy has some nasty cracks on him. I’ve got to fix him up for the big opening.”
Wally just waved her away with a smile. “I’ll leave the fun stuff to you conservators. I’ll stick to my mopping.”
Maia made her way through the empty gallery, wondering why every word out of her mouth always seemed so awkward. But as she pulled out her collapsible stool and placed it in front of Poseidon and his cracked gonads, she didn’t worry. Staff at the museum had long ago ceased their speculation about Maia’s quirks. After all, she was Jim Douglas’s daughter. She was excellent at her job, which rendered her many quirks negligible.
She knew the collection of Greek antiquities so intimately they could have been siblings to her. Quiet, somber siblings. Certainly there was nothing she valued more. She was an expert conservator, specializing in marble sculpture. After she’d completed her studies, the Toronto Museum administrators had been falling over themselves to offer Maia the job. Sure, there had been enticing job offers from as far away as the Hermitage and the British Museum. But she knew she’d never leave her beloved museum. It was her second home.
It was her life.
Before she began her inspection of Poseidon, she walked over to one of the other sculptures. It was the statue of Eryx, the Greek god of love. She stood before him and sighed, letting her appreciative eyes rake over his nude body. Absorbing the warmth he created in her. Feeding off his beauty.
This was her ritual and had been ever since she was a little girl. Ever since her father discovered the perfect statue in a long-hidden cove in Greece.
She remembered her dad’s excitement after the find. He’d led her through the museum after hours. She could still hear the sound of her Mary Janes clicking on the marble floors. The museum had been shrouded in darkness, but Maia didn’t mind. Even at five years old, she already knew every square inch of the place.
“Come, sweet pea,” Dr. Douglas had said as he walked with her. “I have something new to show you.”
Green lollipop in mouth, she’d scrambled after him. She’d always loved these night-time walks. As a curator, her dad often brought her to the museum at night when the tourists had all gone home. He showed her all the ancient gold jewelry and terracotta pieces and told her wonderful stories full of myth and magic. To the little girl, being with her father was the greatest adventure on earth.
Especially since mother had left them.
“Is it a big statue, Daddy?”
“Life-sized. And in amazing condition. It’s as if he was just waiting in the cave, hoping to be found.” He motioned toward the entrance of the Greek gallery. “And he’s right through there.”
Little Maia had spotted him right away. The sculpture was the new centerpiece of the gallery and had been given a prominent spot. Her jaw had dropped open and her lollipop had tumbled to the floor. Jim had grinned and picked it up, glad his little girl shared his passion.
She’d stared up at the statue of the man. He was so handsome. The way the sculptor had angled his head made it feel as if he were gently smiling down at her. Maia had smiled back, immediately smitten.
Jim walked up to her and placed a hand on her back. He spoke in hushed tones. “He is the god Eryx, son of Aphrodite. He was in love with the mortal priestess of his temple. And she was…?”
“Chloe, silly. I know that,” she’d replied. After countless bedtime stories, she knew all the myths.
“Good girl,” he’d smiled. “And do you remember the story of Eryx and Chloe?”
“The bad goddess Nemesis killed Chloe because she was jealous.”
“He was sad. Forever.” She’d rubbed her little tummy. “Daddy, I’m hungry.”
He’d laughed. “Of course you are. It’s late, sweet pea. Let’s get you some dinner. We’ll come back and see Eryx again.”
Maia’s face had fallen. As much as her belly was rumbling, she didn’t want to go. She liked the statue of the beautiful, smiling god. Even though, all of a sudden, he looked a little sad.
What happened next, Maia had never told her father. Never told anyone.
As she had followed her dad out of the gallery, she’d turned to look at Eryx one more time. Because she was five, and because it had seemed like a fun idea, she’d poked out her green-stained tongue and wagged it at him.
The statue had winked at her.
Now, as an adult, she knew the wink was probably just the overactive imagination of a precocious, little girl. Perhaps the fleeting shadow of one of the pigeons haunting the window ledges of the museum. But it had felt so real at the time. And now, every time she came to work in the gallery, she made a pit stop before the statue of Eryx.
Just in case…
“You’re such a spazz,” she told herself as she pulled her long brown hair into a messy ponytail on top of her head, affixing it with two crisscrossed pencils. “Get to work.”
She turned and seated herself before Poseidon and let out a sigh. With a gentle hand, she cupped the water god’s balls and inspected the extent of the cracks. She’d have to fill them in a little, as well as beginning a general cleaning of the statue. He was starting to show his age.
Soon, between conducting her inspection and making notes, she was lost in her work, oblivious to everything else around her. Once again, she gingerly touched Poseidon’s testes.
“How about inspecting mine?”
Maia jumped when the deep voice whispered in her ear. She snapped her head around, almost wrenching off the statue’s balls in the process. “Who’s there?”
There was no one. Beyond the entrance, Wally was still mopping, but had headphones on now and was mopping to the music on his iPod. He hadn’t heard her cry. The gallery was empty, peopled only by the many statues.
And right in front of her stood the statue of the god Eryx, still bearing the same grin as when she first saw him years ago. The grin which now appeared decidedly randy from her perspective.
“You,” she breathed, feeling her heartbeat regulate after her scare. “If any of you old rocks could find a way to talk, I should have guessed it would be you.” Dismissing the voice as a symptom of overwork and stress over the incoming director, Maia turned back to Poseidon.
Even with her back to Eryx, she felt a warm sensation along her spine. As if she was being watched.
Doing her best to ignore it, Maia continued her work.
Within minutes, she knew it wasn’t working. Her back was burning.
She should have expected it. She felt the same way each time she was in the presence of the Eryx statue. It wasn’t just her love of antiquities making her heart palpitate each time she saw him. Ever since she’d thought he’d winked at her all those years ago, she’d developed a ridiculous crush on the gorgeous statue. In a way, she thought of him as her own.
Of course, he’d always been her favorite of all the Greek gods. She loved the stories about him and couldn’t help falling a little in love with him from an early age.
The statue merely enforced the feeling. She loved the perfection of it. The way his curls fell about his strong face. The clean lines of his muscled abdomen and legs. Even the enticing length of his marble erection, as if the sculptor had wanted him captured in a state of eternal arousal.
He was the sexiest goddamn statue she’d ever seen. Michelangelo’s David was an effeminate pansy by comparison.
She shook her head. It was pathetic, how she mooned over him.
She could never tell anyone Eryx was one of the reasons she’d chosen to remain with the Toronto Museum, rather than working for another. Since the first time her father showed her the sculpture, she’d felt oddly connected to it. It had been her inspiration as she planned her education and career. She looked forward to seeing him every day, even took extra shifts whenever she could. Just to keep an eye on him and make sure no other conservators got their mitts on him.
Let administration think she was just a devoted worker. She’d keep her strange infatuation a secret.
Frowning, she turned back to face Eryx. He looked so proud on his pedestal, so vibrant. As if he might simply walk off it. His shoulders were squared, and his face angled down toward the viewer. Although he was made of white marble, Maia had no trouble picturing what he might look like in color. Somehow, she just knew those thick curls would be honey blond. Those flashing eyes would be green and his nude body would be tanned. His generous penis could fill her, stretch her … a velvety pillar of lustful strength.
“Oh, man, I need to get out more.” She ran a hand over her hot forehead. “This place is playing tricks on my mind.”
She heard a deep, manly laugh.
Automatically, her eyes shot back to Eryx’s statue. Why was it the laugh seemed to come from his direction?
“Okay, I’ve had enough. I’m outta here.” She folded up her stool and walked right up to Eryx. “You don’t fool me, buster. I know you winked at me all those years ago. Now you’re talking to me? Maybe I am losing my mind, but if you have something you need to say to me, just get off your perch and say it. Stop messing with me.”
Then, feeling foolish for admonishing a piece of marble, she turned on her heel, and left.
For the Love of a God, available April 23 through Liquid Silver Books