I’d like to welcome Louisa Bacio who is celebrating her debut Ellora’s Cave release, Long Haul. Congratulations, Louisa! She also has a contest, so make sure you enter below. Now it’s over to Louisa…
Thanks so much for hosting me today, Shelley. I’m loving the diversity on your site – from that Mistress of Merrivale cover puzzle (how brilliant!) to your Sexy Saturday. Thanks, Louisa!
Today, I’m sharing something a bit different: My first release in the Ellora’s Cave For Men line. It’s written from the male point of view, which means super sexy. I’ve been around my fair share of men (not sharing any secrets), and have a few “expert” consultants (Shhh! Don’t tell the husband!).
Frankly, what’s not to like about some smoking sex! This story kicks off a new literary excursion for me, which will be short interludes on the road.
Hopefully, you’ll enjoy the wicked ride!
Between California and Arizona, there’s a sweet patch of highway that encourages a man’s mind to wander. Randy’s mind always ends up in the same place—traveling the smooth planes of Sallie Mae’s tanned legs and following the line of sweat that snakes down her neck and disappears between her breasts. It’s all too easy to imagine her naked in the seat beside him, flirting, stroking, even straddling his legs and daring him to find a better way to go than at eighty miles an hour with a hot blonde in his lap. The fantasy alone makes concentrating on the road a struggle. He doesn’t have a clue how he’s going to manage to drive Sallie Mae home from college while keeping his mind on the road and his hands to himself. Especially with Sallie Mae all too willing to flirt, stroke and blow the lid right off his fantasy.
Enjoy the Ride!
A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, hermit crabs and rolly pollies. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.
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I’m really excited to share the cover for my upcoming release from Samhain Publishing. When my cover arrived in my email, I stared at it for a long time. This cover reflects my historical hero and heroine perfectly.
Instead of just posting the cover, I thought I’d have a little fun and give you a puzzle to complete in order to see Mistress of Merrivale in technicolor.
The cover artist is Kim Killion, and Mistress of Merrivale is due out in March, 2014.
Note: Hit the ghost button (second from left) to help you complete the puzzle.
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, a fun blog hop that I’m taking part in today for the first time. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
My excerpt today comes from Assassin, book four in my Middlemarch Mates series. Leo and Isabella, the main characters in this book, remain one of my favorite couples.
After sifting through the jingle of the slots and loud chatter plus the layered scents of perfume, cologne and pure excitement at the casino, Leo decided to head for the nearest bar. He’d arrived the previous evening and prowled the surrounds of Queenstown without luck, chafing at the denser population. He hadn’t caught the faintest whiff of his mystery woman, and that had made him want to shift to black leopard and run free across the hills to relieve his frustration. It wasn’t as if he could grab the nearest willing woman and fuck the frustration away, not when the only female he wanted was his mystery mate. Damned woman. She’d mucked up his sex life but good. Leo snarled under his breath, cursing the fates and the heat prickling across his skin.
Without warning, Leo caught an elusive scent. A familiar one, it bore a hint of spiciness, reminding him of the wildflowers and grasses that bloomed around the salt lake in spring. He halted and almost caused a pileup of eager punters behind.
“Sorry,” he said, stepping aside to allow the impatient patrons to pass and head for their gambling game of choice. He sniffed the air again. A mixture of strong perfumes and colognes. A whiff of body odor and musk and a hint of wildflowers.
It was his mate.
She was here.
Leo’s heart squeezed out an exuberant pump and he strode between the roulette tables following the scent trail, his mood improving with his discovery. With no clear idea of what she looked like since he’d only glimpsed her from a distance, he scanned the faces of all the women—both young and old. Up ahead, he saw a slim form dressed in a black halter dress. The line of her naked back drew his attention, as did the gentle sway of her hips. Her scent.
Today I’d like to welcome author Felicity Heaton who specializes in writing paranormal romance, one of my favorites. Over to Felicity!
I’m going to be sharing an excerpt from the book with you today, but I also wanted to let you know that I’m celebrating the release by holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at my website, offering Her Guardian Angel at an incredible discount (ends today), and I’m also giving away the first book in the series, Her Dark Angel, for FREE at selected Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books and Apple iBookstore sites.
Find out how to enter the Her Wicked Angel international giveaway (ends September 29th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 6 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Wicked%20Angel
SPECIAL OFFER: If you’re a Kindle, Kobo or Apple iBooks user, don’t forget to download your copy of Her Guardian Angel for only $0.99. That’s a $4 discount. Offer ends September 27th. Find all the links at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Guardian%20Angel
FREE EBOOK: You can find all the links for the Her Dark Angel free ebook offer (and two other free paranormal romance ebooks) at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/paranormal-romance-ebook-offers.php
Here’s more about Her Wicked Angel, including an excerpt from this long angel romance novel.
The King of Demons and the Devil’s right hand man, Asmodeus is a dark angel born of evil and created for destruction. When his master orders him to venture into the mortal world and retrieve a female for him, he seizes the chance to leave Hell for the first time, uncaring of what the Devil has planned for her… until he sets eyes on the most beautiful woman he has ever seen—a female who awakens new feelings within his black heart, unleashing passion so intense that it controls him and desire he cannot resist.
He will not let his wretched master have her. She will belong to him.
Liora is a witch with a bad reputation and an obsession with fighting demons. A mission gone wrong sees her sent to Paris to cool off, but when a dark and deadly warrior with a gaze of golden fire lands in her life, she ends up burning hotter than Hell for the wicked angel. Nothing will stand between her and the immense, forbidding male. Not her cousin. Not Asmodeus’s sworn enemy and twin, Apollyon. And certainly not the Devil.
Caught up in a tempest of danger and soul-searing passion, can they survive against the odds and seize their forever after?
Her Wicked Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and many other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Wicked%20Angel
Her Wicked Angel – Excerpt
He growled under his breath, his fangs itching to descend, and turned away from her, casting his hand out at the same time and calling a portal. The black swirling maelstrom formed before him. He’d had enough of this world. It did not live up to his expectations at all. It was noisy, bright, irritating and rude, and he didn’t like how uncertain and off-balance he felt. No one respected him here.
They could all go to Hell.
Asmodeus grinned. Perhaps he could make this place Hell and teach them all a lesson they would never forget, because it would be the last thing they knew before they died. His claws sharpened. That sounded good.
“Wait!” Liora grabbed his left arm and tugged it backwards, her warm hands clasping it tightly. “Don’t go… please… I didn’t mean to sound pushy or upset you.”
“I am not upset,” he said gruffly and yanked his arm free.
He glanced over his shoulder at her. A mistake. She was so close to him, and so beautiful as she looked up at him with a strange mixture of fear and hope in her entrancing eyes. He should leave. He would if he could bring himself to move. He felt as though she had cast a spell on him and he was powerless to resist her. His fury melted away again, leaving him calm and docile, confused as to why he had been angry to begin with. His claws shrank back and his fangs ascended.
She wanted him to wait, and so he waited.
“I’ve been rude,” she whispered and then tipped her chin up and a spark of confidence broke through the fear and hope in her eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s a flaw. My mouth just starts running and I can’t stop it. I’ll tamp it down and think before I speak if you stay. It’s just excitement.”
“Excitement?” That had him turning to face her. What was she excited about?
His mind supplied that he was the reason for her excitement. A stupid idea. No one had ever been excited to meet him. Scared. Terrified. Having a near-death experience. Or possibly a pre-death experience since he was normally there to kill them. Not excited though.
He had caught the way she had glanced at his extended claws and the fear that had followed her seeing them. There was no possible way she could be excited by his presence.
Liora nodded again. “I was excited to meet you.”
That was a definite first, and it only made him feel more out of place and confused by this world and this slight willowy female before him. “Most people are afraid to meet me.”
She shrugged her slender shoulders. “I’m not most people. I’ve wanted to meet angels all of my life and I’ve studied them all I could, and then Serenity fell in love with Apollyon and I met one, but… and don’t tell her this… he seems very stuffy.”
Asmodeus smiled. He couldn’t help it. The sight of it seemed to bring out her smile too. It was dazzling this time, as if she had found someone she could swap notes about Apollyon’s faults with and was over the moon.
“So, when I heard about you, I really wanted to meet you… because I figured essentially you should be the opposite of Apollyon.”
Asmodeus cocked an eyebrow. “Evil?”
She had wanted to meet him?
She laughed, the sound sending a pleasant shiver through his body. “No. Fun.”
Fun? He really didn’t think she would see him as that if she knew the things he had done that he had considered fun. The thought of massacring these irritating mortals swarming around him was fun. Watching a demon’s head melt off in one of the lakes of lava while he held him fast, forcing him deeper into the fiery magma, was fun.
He had seen what mortals considered fun in the pool in Hell. Riding bicycles. Ponies. Playing various dull sports that didn’t involve severed demon heads and spears. The closest thing that mortals considered fun that he had also found interesting was hunting animals, and even that had seemed tame and dull once he had realised it involved distance weapons, not hand-to-hand combat with feral creatures capable of maiming or even killing the hunter.
Everything mortals did seemed sanitised and harmless, designed to thrill without any real risk to the participants.
No, he did not think Liora and he were on the same page, or even in the same book, when it came to what was fun.
“Will you stay a moment, Asmodeus?”
He huffed. “Why?”
“Because I would like to know more about you.”
He tipped his head back and frowned at the blue sky. Pale clouds spotted it now, adding interest. If he lingered, the Devil would want to know why. He would grow suspicious.
Asmodeus found he didn’t care. The Devil couldn’t leave Hell. He could only send his minions to find him, and they were no match for him. Besides, they were all busy clearing up the pests and bringing him other females. Perhaps those females would keep the Devil occupied while he entertained Liora long enough to understand why the Devil wanted her in particular.
“What would you like to know?” he said and slowly lowered his head, bringing his eyes down to meet hers.
She was far shorter than he was. As petite as her cousin, but as different as he was from Apollyon. He had seen Serenity in the pool, had watched her with Apollyon, trying to understand the complexities of relationships and what had attracted Apollyon to the female in the first place. Serenity was annoyingly good, sickly sweet, and came across as weak and in need of protection despite the immense power she could command if she put her mind to it.
Liora was nothing like her. In a handful of minutes, she had proven herself a little bit wicked, daring, confident, and a woman who knew she could handle herself. She didn’t need a male to protect her.
Strange how that made Asmodeus want to do just that.
Liora nibbled her lower lip and then cast another glance over him. Her pupils expanded to swallow some of the colour in her irises and her teeth sank deeper into her lip, tugging on it.
What did she think to make her appearance change so dramatically?
He was not used to mortal behaviour or reactions, other than overwhelming fear. Their pupils expanded then, but he knew without a doubt it was not fear that caused hers to dilate.
“Why are pieces of your armour missing?” Her gaze darted up to his and then away, and he had the sense that she feared offending him again.
He much preferred her choice of wording this time.
He looked himself over, able to see beyond his own glamour to the gold-edged worn strips of metal that covered his black loincloth and the black leather boots and greaves that protected his shins.
“I have lost pieces in the years of my life, during battles in Hell against angels and demons.” Asmodeus took hold of one of the pointed strips that covered his right hip and ran his thumb over the battered metal that had served him well in the many centuries of his existence. He would not deny that he missed his other pieces if she asked. He had often thought about finding a way to retrieve them and complete his armour. “There is no way for me to get those pieces back unless I fashion myself new armour… or the Devil sees fit to give me replacement pieces.”
“Or you steal Apollyon’s,” she said and his eyes snapped up to meet hers, shock rippling through him. He amended his observation. She was more than a little wicked. She was positively mischievous. A blush of crimson climbed her cheeks. “They would be a perfect fit.”
“True, but I do not think the male would allow me to simply take his armour. It would be a more interesting way to complete my armour though.” He liked how she thought and how easy it was becoming to talk to her. He had witnessed mortals talking like this. Banter. He was making banter with her and he was enjoying it.
He also liked the idea of taking Apollyon’s armour, leaving him appearing incomplete.
“You would have to fight him for it. Are you good at fighting?” She narrowed her gaze on his, as if trying to see the answer in it.
He nodded and held his hands out. His two golden curved swords materialised in his hands. Her eyes widened.
“You can do magic too!” She smiled and then did something he hadn’t anticipated and that stole his voice so he couldn’t tell her it wasn’t magic as she knew it.
She reached out with her left hand and idly ran two fingers down the length of his right blade, stroking the metal and following the blunt curve. Her smile turned wicked and his heart missed another beat, and part of his anatomy that had never known a female’s caress stirred beneath his armour.
Asmodeus cleared his throat, sent his swords away and took a step back from her. Her smile faded into a frown and he could see she thought she had done something wrong again.
He had the oddest urge to reassure her.
What was wrong with him?
Had she cast a spell on him?
The way he reacted to her fascinated and disturbed him at the same time. She had somehow calmed him twice now, erasing his dark hunger to maim and destroy, and had brought to the surface feelings and a part of himself that he had buried deep.
The longer he was in her presence, the more comfortable he felt around her, and the more he wanted to remain, but he also felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave too, and he knew why.
He had never felt his failings before meeting Liora, and the more time he spent with her, the more keenly he felt them. He was born evil, everything dark, cruel and deadly in Apollyon distilled into him. He had lived his life in Hell, doing as he pleased, trained by his master to embrace his darkest nature and inflict pain and terror upon others.
He had been happy with that life.
Asmodeus stared down into Liora’s stunning eyes, losing himself in them all over again, forgetting his mission and feeling that part of him he had kept hidden for millennia stirring again.
There was no room for good in Hell. Good was weakness. Concern and care were faults. Affection was a sin. All of them made him a weak male, one undeserving of respect and the position he held. He did not need them.
He clenched his fists and struggled against them, battling them until they were subdued and he could shove them back into the place where they would remain secret, hidden from everyone. Hidden from his master.
The Devil would think him a failure if he knew of them.
Liora frowned and moved a step closer to him, stealing his attention and bringing it back to her.
What would she think of him?
She already thought him incomplete and false. A clone. Nothing but a shadow of Apollyon.
He tried to take a step back to keep some distance between them but his feet refused to move. He stood towering over her, his fists trembling at his sides, his thoughts running at a million miles an hour, bombarding him and threatening to unleash his softer emotions again. What was she doing to him?
She lifted her right hand and his heart set off at a dizzying pace, slamming against his ribs, making his limbs shake. Weak. She made him weak. He cast a nervous glance at her hand as she raised it towards his face.
He had never known a female’s touch.
There had never been someone he desired.
“Asmodeus?” she whispered and stared up into his eyes. “What are you thinking in there? Your eyes are swirling like gold fire.”
A product of his emotions. They were slipping beyond his grasp and he had the strangest desire to embrace them and the sliver of good he held locked deep within.
Because of her.
What did the Devil want with her? He had a feeling it wasn’t to breed with her. She was Serenity’s cousin. A witch. She would produce powerful offspring and might be strong enough to bring a child to term, but she would also be likely to fight the Devil just as Erin had and refuse to surrender her babe.
Her soft hand cupped his cheek.
His eyes closed against his will and he inhaled sharply. Heat spread outwards from where they touched, surging through his body and setting his feelings free and his blood on fire.
Whatever the Devil’s plans for her, they would not come to pass.
Asmodeus would not let him have her.
Liora would belong to him.
Her Wicked Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and many other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the links, a fantastic 6 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the Her Wicked Angel giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Wicked%20Angel
Books in the Her Angel romance series:
Find out more about the Her Angel series at Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/series/54822-her-angel
About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton writes passionate paranormal romance books as Felicity Heaton and F E Heaton. In her books she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!
If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, Felicity Heaton’s best selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series she writes as F E Heaton or any of her stand alone vampire romance books she writes as Felicity Heaton. Or if you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try Felicity Heaton’s new Vampire Erotic Theatre series.
In 2011, five of her six paranormal romance books received Top Pick awards from Night Owl Reviews, Forbidden Blood was nominated as Best PNR Vampire Romance 2011 at The Romance Reviews, and many of her releases received five star reviews from numerous websites.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
I’m currently reading Georgette Heyer’s Regency World by Jennifer Kloester, which I’m finding fascinating. Today for my thirteen I’m sharing a few of the details I’ve gleaned during reading.
1. People use the term Regency as a general cover-all term when in reality the Regency covers nine years from 5 Feb 1811 to 31 Jan 1820, the period when George, Prince of Wales was sworn in as the Regent until he became King George IV.
2. There was a strict social ladder, determined mainly by birth. It went Monarch, Royalty, Aristocracy, Gentry (country land owners and gentleman of property without a title), Middle Classes, Artisans and Tradespeople, Servants, Labouring Poor, Paupers.
3. The servants also had a class structure – The upper servants included stewards, housekeeper, groom of the chambers, butler, valet, head housemaid and lady’s maid.
4. The lower servants included footman, coachman, groom, housemaid, kitchen maid, scullery maid, laundry maid, stable boy.
5. The cook was often employed by the master or mistress and paid more than the steward. They were considered separate from the rest of the domestic staff and earned a high wage in the case of a male chef.
6. When a woman’s husband died, she regained the legal rights she possessed as a single woman. In many cases, she was better off as a widow.
7. Once a couple became betrothed and a notice was sent to the papers, it was impossible for a man to withdraw from the marriage without damaging his honor and reputation. He could also be sued.
8. Morning calls were generally undertaken in the afternoon. They did not usually last for longer than half an hour.
9. Galloping was prohibited in Hyde Park.
10. At a formal dinner it wasn’t the done thing to talk across the table. Diners only chatted with those on their left or their right.
11. It was acceptable to owe money to a tradesperson. It wasn’t acceptable to owe money to a stranger.
12. Servants were ignored at mealtimes.
13. It was acceptable to offer your snuff-box to those with you, but not the done thing to request a pinch of snuff from those in your group. Snuff is pulverized tobacco that is sniffed through the nose. There were lots of different blends.
Georgette Heyer’s Regency World, as the title suggests, also discusses Ms. Heyer’s books in relation to the Regency period. Are you a Georgette Heyer fan?
This photo was taken during our river cruise from Central Sydney to Parramatta. We don’t have pelicans in New Zealand, so we always snap a photo when we see one. They’re such curious looking birds.
Today I’m visiting NJ Walters, and I’m getting back to basics. I became a writer because of my love of books and reading, so today I’m talking about reading and what books I’m reading at present.
I think I’ve mentioned Mr. Munro has a new camera. He took these great photos of a tui, one of New Zealand’s native birds. The tui is very cool and is unusual as far as native birds are concerned because it has adapted to the changes in habitat and flourished. It’s not strange to see them flying around city parks or the local neighborhood, especially if there are trees full of blossoms. They feed on nectar and we’ve seen a lot lately, feeding on the spring blossoms.
The tui is a mimic, and they’ve been known to bark like dogs, copy musical instruments such as bagpipes. They have a whole rang of clicks and warbles and whistles. A tui that hangs out in my street has a different “vocabulary” to tuis that might live five miles away.
The tui has a distinctive tuft of white feathers at its throat. Maori legend says that this tuft signifies the mark of a coward. The Maori god Tanemahuta asked one of the birds to go to live on the forest floor to take care of the pests. The bird that volunteered would lose his colorful plumage and his ability to fly. The tui and the other birds who declined all received a punishment. The tui received the white feathers. And the bird that volunteered to live on the forest floor – that was the kiwi, of course.
Are you a bird watcher?
This is a really delicious bread!
1 tablespoon golden syrup
2 cups boiling water
2 cups milk
1 tablespoon dry granulated yeast
450 grams/16 oz high-grade flour
450 grams/16 oz wholemeal flour
1 ½ teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons wheatgerm
½ cup sunflower seeds
½ cup pumpkin seeds
Extra seeds to garnish
1. Mix syrup, water and milk together. Sprinkle yeast over and stand for five minutes until frothy.
2. Combine dry ingredients and make a well in the center. Pour in the yeast mixture and mix together well. The mixture will have a sticky consistency.
3. Divide the dough into two well-oiled tins and sprinkle with pumpkin and sunflower seeds on top.
4. Put loaf tins in a cold oven, and turn the temperature to 50 C/120 F. Leave for half an hour for the bread to rise. Remove the bread and increase the oven temp to 200 C/390 F then bake for approx half an hour until top is golden and loaves sound hollow when tapped.
5. Turn onto wire rack to cool. Bread will keep fresh for three to four days. It can also be pre-sliced and frozen in a plastic bag to use as needed.
Recipe from Nadia’s Kitchen by Nadia Lim.
1. In my oven 33 minutes is the sweet spot for cooking this loaf.
2. This makes great toast.
3. I make one loaf and use a muffin tin to make twelve bread rolls.
4. This has become my go-to recipe for bread. It’s easy and tastes great!!
5. My cut loaf looks a bit ragged in the photo. My fault – I was impatient to cut and sample.
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, a fun blog hop that I’m taking part in today for the first time. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
My seven comes from my new release Stoned, out today from Ellora’s Cave.
The hair at the back of Marc’s neck prickled and a chill crept down his spine. He tried to back away, but the four men surrounding them closed ranks, trapping them in a semi-circle while the husband continued to chant in the strange language.
The longer the husband intoned, the stiffer Marc’s muscles became. Tarquin ceased struggling, tension blooming in them both. Marc blinked, the action taking effort and concentration. Panic rioted through him in harsh breaths. This was wrong. Something was wrong. He tried to turn toward Tarquin, to warn him. His arm rose slowly as if attempting to lift a heavy weight.
Beside him, Tarquin grunted. Marc fought the resistance in his body, struggled to turn his head. His breath caught. He groaned at the pain shooting down his neck, but kept pushing until he’d turned and could see Tarquin.
The mantra continued, growing louder until each word roared through his ears and resounded inside his head. The husband waved his hands with a flourish, and Marc realized his vision was obscured by a thin film.
The chanting came to an abrupt halt, the resulting silence eerie.
“Marc, can you move?” Tarquin’s voice sounded clearly in Marc’s head yet his lips didn’t so much as twitch.
Marc renewed his efforts to move, but his muscles refused to answer his will. “What the gods?”
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