Happy Monday, friends! I know it’s not technically winter yet, but with holidays, festivities and snow falling on the site, I’m calling this month’s guest spotlights our Wintery Welcomes. I’ve asked everyone stopping by in December to tell us what their characters would most like to find under the tree. And who better to kick things off than the utterly fabulous, sexy, imaginative Doris O’Connor! Sending out warm, cozy wishes to you all and to Doris, thank you so much for visiting today. Now let’s see what you’ve brought us…
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today, Carlene :-)
What would my hero most like under his Christmas tree? Hmm, pre Emilia, Hunter would not have known how to answer that. He doesn’t celebrate Christmas—at all. I’m afraid you’ll have to read the book to find out why.
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Good morning to you.
Today is the day Stefan Calderon gets his book released into the world. Whenever I talk about his story, I usually throw in how intimidated I was during the writing of Wicked Flower. That’s because Stefan was just one of those guys who I had such a huge crush on and being me, and him being him, I honestly had no idea how I was going to write his words. They are some of the most honest and blunt things I’ve ever had to type out, not to mention downright naughty, but I’m glad I did it. For him. For his fans.
To celebrate this fifth book in the series, I’ve put together a very special Sin Pointe Novels gift pack filled with all kinds of goodies. Continue reading
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!