Happy 2014 and welcome to the weekly segment, Monday Cute Meet. I’ve really enjoyed bringing this segment to you and appreciate your support of the wonderful guest authors and their books. In a romance novel, the “cute meet” is the first significant contact the hero and heroine have that sets them on their romantic journey and it’s one of my favorite story parts. Let’s see what today’s guest, contemporary romance author, Eileen Griffin, has to share from her latest, Dinner for Two, and her characters’ first meeting.
A big thank you to Carlene for hosting me on her blog today. I think my love of all things Italian had a major influence on my decision to make Tony, the male MC and head chef Italian and make the setting an Italian restaurant when I first began writing Dinner For Two. Tony Mancinni is the head chef of an Italian restaurant Sonia Davenport visits when she’s looking for the perfect place for her boss’ company dinner party. Tony rolls out the red carpet treatment for Sonia during their catering meetings for the upcoming party and Sonia quickly discovers that the restaurant is not the only thing she’s found that is perfect. I’m a firm believer that good food can make an evening enjoyable, and Tony and Sonia are brought together through their combined efforts to make a dish they create extra special in order to save the evening from disaster when a catering error threatens the entire dinner party.
You’re very welcome, Eileen. I’m happy to have you!
I am thrilled to be taking part in Jerrie’s Blitz for Someone to Watch Over Me. One look at what she writes says it all…Dark, Gritty and Emotionally Packed Romantic Suspense. She had me at Dark. I’m also pleased to share that The Wild Rose Press has made Someone To Watch Over Me free August 13 to 17th. Jerrie’s back list (The Green-Eyed Doll and The Last Execution) are available for .99 from August 9th to 24th. Please enjoy this spotlight!
Sometimes, hiding from danger draws a crowd. Sometimes, hiding can get you killed.
Stacey McKinney returned to her home town to escape a stalker. When people around her turn up dead, she fears he’s found her. Is the maniac keeping his threat by killing off anyone who gets close to her?
A different kind of risk is also in town. The man who broke her heart has also come home. Their attraction is stronger and hotter than ever, but he walked away once. Will he do it again?
A bullet ended Cash Butler’s career as an Army Ranger. His life on his horse ranch is without complications until he hears Stacey is back in town. He was a kid when her dad used his wealth and power to drive him away. He’s not that kid any longer.
When Stacey goes missing, a search proves her stalker had followed her to Oak Hill. But he’s dead. Who killed him? And who has Stacey? Buy link Continue Reading
If you haven’t guessed it by now, I’m a huge fan of Depeche Mode. And that’s an understatement.
From the days of being a thirteen year old listening to what my mom called “depressing chanting music”…
to the year 2006, when I met my musical heroes…
and held Martin’s guitar…
Adults Only Bonded Hearts Excerpt:
“Did he say what it was regarding?”
Jackson’s voice ricocheted along the empty hallway and Malcolm shuddered. Oh, to listen to that sound for the rest of his life. Bliss.
He forced his mind back to the question as they opened the door of the library and entered.
“Actually, we used that as an excuse to speak to you privately.”
Jackson stared at them a moment, then walked across to the fire. Malcolm could feel Jackson’s worry but also a quiet strength that was very uncommon.
Jackson turned and put his hands behind his back. The light from the flames illuminated his fine skin and thick ebony hair. Beautiful didn’t begin to describe their third.
Malcolm groaned and almost laughed as Eric sat down into a chair. His knees were quite weak also, but he remained standing.
“We have been searching for you for our entire existence, Jackson. Do you not feel our connection?”
Malcolm spoke calmly, hoping the young man in front of them would not run from them.
Instead Jackson smiled, innate arrogance wafting off him.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen. I don’t quite understand what you mean. You have been looking for me your whole lives? You could not be much older than I. What you say makes no sense.”
Malcolm smiled at the logic. It was true. He and Eric looked barely thirty, as Jackson did. Inside however, their hearts were old.
Malcolm was the more blunt of the two of them. He decided the situation needed an aggressive attack.
“We are vampires, Jackson. We have been alive for hundreds of years. We have searched for a person who smells as sweet to us as you do. We had given up hope, but now that we have found you, we needed to have the chance to meet you. Privately.”
Eric nodded in agreement, and together they watched the play of emotions of Jackson’s face. Oh, he was magnificent, and he would taste even better.
Jackson just stared at the two men who were trying to convince him they were vampires. Two extremely handsome men who had had one too many glasses of port, it seemed.
“Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure meeting you, but I need to go. If you need a ride home, let me know, and I will arrange something for you.”
He stepped away from the fire and moved to exit the room. Suddenly, the one called Malcolm was behind him, pressing his cock into Jackson’s buttocks. He gasped and attempted to step away. How repulsive.
Malcolm’s strong arm came around his chest, and he moaned as Eric also stepped in close. They needed to let him go.
“You may not wish to admit how much you want us, but we can smell your desire for us.”
Jackson turned his head away and went still. He would never admit to the unnatural feelings he had always harboured. These men aroused those feelings in him; they were very handsome. But how did they know his darkest desires? Those feelings he could barely admit to himself, despite the fact no woman had ever satisfied him.
He could not be a sodomite. He just couldn’t.
“Then you are either crazy, or you have bewitched me, because I feel no such thing.”
They laughed and pressed in harder. He gasped again, his nipples tingling in arousal.
“We told you. We are vampires, not witches.”
Malcolm pressed his thick cock in between Jackson buttocks and began a steady thrusting motion while Eric rubbed his hard cock against Jackson’s.
Pleasure radiated throughout Jackson’s whole body. He could not contain the moan that escaped his lips. He closed his eyes and tried to escape the maelstrom of sensation he was being pulled into.
Never before had his cock felt like it was going to burst from so little contact, and his balls throbbed from unreleased tension. He clenched his fists into balls at his sides. He wanted to touch them. He wanted to move his pelvis with Malcolm’s thrusts. What the hell was wrong with him?
Malcolm began to kiss the side of his neck and whisper to him. His lips were soft but persistent.
“Come home with us. We can show you so much. Give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible.”
Get to know Tamsin:
Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who only found erotic romance about ten months ago. Before that she read sexy romance, skipping the plot looking for the ‘good bits.’ Since then she has written and obtained 14 contracts of varying lengths with erotic romance and erotica. She absolutely LOVES reading and writing it! She has two other jobs, kids and a hubby too, but writing is a passion that she has to indulge, for fear of insanity.
M/M is a passion of hers so even in her menage stories, there is always M/M. Female domme is a fun one to write too, but she is open to all genres. One step at a time she is learning to read more and write more. Soon she’ll have stories published in every sub genre of erotic romance – or that is her aim anyway.
Congratulations on your newest release, Tamsin, and it was a pleasure having you as my guest today!
It’s February, the month of LOVE, and I am so happy to be kicking these next 28 days off with fellow Evernight author, C.R. Moss! Welcome, Chris!
Thanks for having me here today! :) My name is Chris, and I write under the names C.R. Moss for erotic and mainstream romance and Casey Moss for mainstream dark fiction (horror, suspense, urban fantasy). My professional bio for C.R.: “An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love.” Basically I write stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. The bio for my other persona: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…
CHRIS, BOTH YOUR WRITERLY SIDES SOUND INTRUGUING… ;)
♥A KISS FROM CHRIS♥
Carlene, in the spirit of Valentine’s Day coming up this month, asked me: Is a kiss meant to be more romantic or more heroic? Meaning do you think a kiss is meant to be pleasing or is it to say you are staking a claim to that person? Well, in my opinion, I think it depends upon the situation and the partner. First time partner ~ Is he assertive and confident? Then perhaps it’s a ‘staking claim’ hot, deep passionate kiss. Is he more on the sensual seductive side? Perhaps the kiss would be more slow and pleasing, yet still staking claim. Is it between two people who’ve been together for some time and what situation are they in? Maybe they’ve had a huge argument and one of them is trying to prove a point with a ‘staking claim’ kind of kiss. Or perhaps they’re sharing a quiet moment and the kiss is soft, subtle and overall a pleasant smooch. Then there are the kisses shared amongst friends. And first kisses… Good-bye kisses… But all that’s probably a discussion for another day. ;)
CHRIS, ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL KISS TALK, THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR THOUGHTS WITH US!
Current release ~
Today I’m here to tout my latest C.R. Moss release, Lovers and the Fiend. It’s a story in Evernight Publishing’s Naughty Fairy Tale line. The characters, Jack and Kristina, appeared in my short story – Chasing Miss Kringle – that’s in an Evernight Publishing anthology – Stockings and Suspenders. This is the first of a handful of stories I have planned for the NFT line that revolve around the world started in CMK and Lovers. You don’t have to read the anthology story to read Lovers, but it’d be nice if you did. ;)
Ex-cop turned private investigator, Jack Vorst, learns his elf girlfriend Kristina has been missing for a few days after being invited to an underground vampire club. He, too, is summoned to visit club Hexenringe and is taken captive. Jack finds Kristina bound and gagged in a human sized bird cage. They’re both thrust into a kinky world at the hands of Kol, the club owner. Kol, a vampiric beast, shifts into human form to be with Jack and Kristina and needs them to remember their pasts and to love him so he can return to what he used to be. Can Kol make the pair fall in love with him despite his current situation and the fact he’s keeping them captive or will they leave, making it too late for him to change all their fates?Warning: ménage a trios, M/M, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition
A peek into the beginning of the story…
I have your woman. A nice piece of ass she is, too. She tells me you’re not bad yourself. I would love for you to join us later. A car will be waiting for you outside your office at noon today where my assistant will fill you in on some details. If you know what’s good for you and your gal, you’ll take advantage of this invitation. See you soon. ~ Kol Ainmire
Jack Vorst’s temper went full tilt within a second. His blood pounded hard through his head and body. He’d told Kristina to be careful when she went out on her cases, but it seemed she still had gotten herself in trouble. Not good.
“Vic! Get in here!” Trying to check and rein in his anger before he popped a vessel, Jack grabbed the letter he’d found on his desk while going through a stack of mail and a couple of case files. The paper crinkled within his one clenched hand, and the envelope it’d come in bunched up in his other.
He kept his gaze downcast, ground his teeth. No sense in looking at the tan colored walls that were littered with stenciling in his office and be more irritated than he already was. The design and colors reminded him of the Native American beaded belts people sold at roadside stands.
Vic’s wife, Malory, who worked in the adjoining office suites, loved her southwestern motifs. All the rooms for both divisions of the business were decorated to represent Arizona and New Mexico. The decorating style with too many colors and crazy patterns made his head swim, gave him a headache. He hated headaches.
Staring at the crumpled papers in his hands, he sighed. Truth be told, Kristina’s whereabouts and her lack of checking in for several days only concerned him a little. She was able to take care of herself, and he trusted her. He loved her, wanted her to be safe, so of course he worried some. But being an elf gave her an advantage that mere humans didn’t have—the ability to escape situations by simply disappearing and reappearing elsewhere.
Except this time.
Find C.R. Moss here ~
HAPPY MONTH OF LOVE, CHRIS, AND THANK YOU FOR BEING MY GUEST TODAY! KISSES!