Author Spotlight: Bella Settarra

Today I’ve got the lovely Bella Settarra visiting to talk about her Sirens and Sailors series. Her visit is just in time for the release of Sacrifices of the Siren. Get your copy today!


Just when Melantho is beginning to really enjoy life on the island with her beloved sailor, Blandon, she is visited by the evil elder Hermandine. The old lady manages to blackmail Melantho into leaving Refrainia to live a life of drudgery as her servant on the mainland. When Hermandine and Solon mistreat and abuse the poor girl to the extent that she becomes severely ill, Blandon and Dr. Jay discover the secret she has been hiding for the past three years. As Melantho battles with her health and her miserable past, Blandon showers her with love and strength. Eventually it seems that she can face her future by resolving the past, but when Hermandine reveals an ancient law of Refrainia Melantho has to decide whether to sacrifice her past once again, or forgo her future on the island with Blandon.

Rather than doing the ‘same old, same old’, author bio and naughty excerpts we decided to spice things up a bit.


SIRENS AND SAILORS” – 10 Facts about the Series

  • Sirens and Sailors” was created when I attempted to write a short story centred around the seaside.
  • Girls from Refrainia have Greek names, while characters from Westland have Hebrew names and those from Eastland are Basque.

  • I changed the original name of the island, Anthemoessa, to ‘Refrainia’ – ‘refrain’ referring to the piece of music (Sirens are musical), and also because the sailors should ‘refrain’ from going there.

  • I chose all of the characters’ names based on their meanings, ie. Amaranda means ‘flowery’, Melantho means ‘serving girl’, Kalliope means ‘beautiful voice’. (I intend to post a full list of the names and their meanings on my blog shortly,

  • The idea of the world only having two main continents with a few islands in between them was how I actually thought the earth was made up when I was very young.

  • Some of the scenes actually made me cry while I was writing them! (Some parts of ‘Ménage of the Siren’ and ‘Sacrifices of the Siren’ especially.)

  • The cover of ‘Sacrifices of the Siren’ (book #6) was one of the options I was given for ‘Last of the Sirens’ (book #1) – I loved both images and pleaded with Siren to let me use both!

  • Hermandine, the cruel leader of the elders, is based on someone I used to know!

  • Submission of the Siren’ and ‘Ménage of the Siren’ both got into the Top 5 Bestsellers for their category with Siren Publications.

  • The Big House’ on Refrainia, although self-explanatory, being the biggest house on the island, is also a Celtic term meaning a prison. Melantho was virtually imprisoned there when she had to work for Hermandine in the first book, ‘Last of the Sirens’. (When she went back to work there for the Dr. Jay and Farris, however, it was of her own free will and the whole house had been changed by then.)

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Unexpectedly Yours Now Available!!!

Oh, hey. Would you look at that?! I released a book today! Unexpectedly Yours is now available for download!

Deacon, Chris and Jim are the owners of Los Angeles’s hottest boutique PR agency. They represent famous athletes, up and coming tech companies and movie stars. They exist in a world where money equals power and image is everything.

My Private Relations series follows their captivating journeys as they discover that power and image are meaningless without someone to love. The final book in the trilogy releases TODAY July 29th, 2014 and you can buy it for 10% off today!

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Writing Process Blog Hop

I was recently tapped by the fantabulous Therese Gilardi to take part in a blog hop about writing process. She’s one of the ladies in my local RWA chapter.

Now.. for the goods:

Therese Gilardi is a novelist (“Matching Wits With Venus”),  poet and essayist whose work has appeared in numerous publications.

1) What am I working on right now?

I’m currently working on a stand-alone novel, In Full Bloom. It’s the story of a large animal vet and a florist shop owner. The attraction is instant but they both have some things to accomplish and demons to battle. Only time will tell if love prevails..  (.. and the fact that I write romance is kind of a giveaway, but still)


2)  How does your work differ from others in your genre?

Romance novels tend to be an author’s unique take on a tale as old as time. Boy meets Girl (or some version of this) and they face hardship together, then ultimately live happily ever after.  I mean, face it. The genre has a pretty foolproof recipe. The thing that separates one story from another is to be able to tweak the ingredients until it becomes something beautiful and unique. I’d like to think my life experiences and the people I know help my writing find that beautiful uniqueness.


3)   Why do you write what you write?

I write what I do because.. I’ve never really liked any other types of books. I’ve read them. I’ve understood them. I’ve even enjoyed some.. but on a whole, romance is the only genre that I’ve consistently read. It all started when my Grandma moved and gave me two trashbags full of old Harlequins when I was about 14. Once I read the first one, there was no looking back!

4) How does your writing process work?

I tend to cloister myself. I have horrible ADD, so the minute the tv comes on or someone talks to me, then I am instantly distracted. I go into my office and close the door. :)   Once I’m in there, I try to develop my characters first. Thoughts, appearance, back story. The things that make them real people. Once I’ve got the characters, then the story usually falls into place.

I’ve tapped the following individuals:

Tina Donahue, Em Ashcroft, Andrew Jericho, Elle Boon, Suzette Cauler, Rhea Regale, and Leah Blake.



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Featured Author – Tina Donahue

Oooh! Guess who stopped by today? The lovely Ms. Tina Donahue. Today I got the scoop her latest release, This Time When We Touch. (Which I promptly ordered) And let me tell you, I *CAN’T* wait for this book to release. It promises the timeless love story that we all want.. so in closing, now you guys know what I’ll be doing the evening of the 17th ;)

Now available for pre-order. Download ready on Thursday, July 17th

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, July 24th.

Delicious, yes?

Delicious, yes?

Fate has cruelly torn them apart through the centuries… Endless desire and unparalleled love will bring them together a final time.

Through numerous reincarnations, Jade Jacome has adored one man. His love for her has repeatedly led to her murder, always on the same day and time. Jade’s scientific research proves this is their final rebirth, her last chance to outwit destiny and fulfill their passion.

Against a backdrop of Brazil’s lushly decadent Carnaval, Jade has forty-eight hours to meet and tempt her lover, now known as Patrick Kane, then break fate’s deadly pattern.
Irresistibly drawn to Rio, Patrick senses Jade’s yearning that matches his. Seeing her again, time stops. Though they’ve never met in this life, he feels their connection, and that she’s in danger because of him. Baffled and unsettled, Patrick resists his attraction to Jade to keep her safe.

In a contest of wills and shameless seduction, Jade must gamble all, even her life, before the anniversary of their first separation or risk losing Patrick forever.

Here’s a little tidbit…

What seemed to be love flared in the woman’s green eyes, further softening her features. A welcoming smile broke across her delicate mouth, creating two dimples.

Pure wonder overcame him. He couldn’t look at her enough to satisfy his lust, heart, and soul.

Reddish-brown hair, shiny and thick, cascaded down her back, the tendrils around her exquisite face wiggling in the wind. Her slender throat bobbed gently with her swallow. Even before he looked, he knew three moles circled her navel, the marks he’d been looking for.

It didn’t make sense. None of this did.

For some reason, he expected her to be wearing a yellow gown, elegant and modest in design.

Clothed in a thong the locals called fio dental or dental floss, she seemed unaware or unconcerned that its bronze color matched her skin, creating an illusion of nudity. The tips of her nipples strained against the stretchy fabric that barely contained her full breasts. No more than a scrap of cloth hid her cunt from him and not very well. The Lycra revealed the outline of her slit that led to her hot, wet sheath.

His lungs burned for air. Steadying himself, he dug his toes in the mud, feeling the bite of sand instead. Surprised and confused, he looked down.

Her voice whispered in his mind, “Esta vez cuando tocamosa.”

The words lingered, chasing away the remaining sounds until they disappeared, leaving a heavy silence. He managed a swallow and a shallow breath that left him hungry for more. Lifting his face, he stared at her, tenderness overwhelming him. Her voice, her promise echoed in his thoughts.

Esta vez cuando tocamosa. This time when we touch.

Hope roared through him with the arrogance of youth, followed by a broken man’s despair. He stopped lifting his hand to invite her closer. Unease crept through him. A warning rang in his mind to keep his distance, to do everything he could to keep her safe.

Above, a gull cried out, interrupting his apprehension, bringing with it the other sounds. Women laughed, men boasted, children shrieked. The reality and normalcy of the beach intruded.

Unsteady, Patrick blinked. What in the hell was happening?

Rubbing water from his eyes, he didn’t immediately look up, concerned that she’d vanished. That she hadn’t been real to begin with.

Her patient gaze told him how wrong he was. She regarded him as though no one else existed.

Patrick’s chest pumped with his erratic breaths. Blood flowed to his groin. His cock thickened painfully wanting inside her sweet cunt.

Just as he was about to act on impulse and go to her, a man from behind caught Patrick’s attention. He looked to be in his early thirties. Although she seemed unaware of him, he stared at her naked ass and legs, his attention more than appreciative. It was fucking possessive, possibly jealous. The kind of prick who talked with his fists to keep a woman in line.

Patrick went hot with outrage, his only thought to see that she was safe. He crossed the beach, stopping directly in front of her. She lifted her face to his, her expression guileless, brimming with what seemed to be adoration.

Baffled…grateful, he recalled her voice in his mind. Or what he thought had been her voice.

This time when we touch.

He remembered his concern, the insane idea that he had to protect her. From the guy behind her? Some other man? Or from himself?

The thought should have struck him as crazy, but he couldn’t dismiss it. Taking a step back, Patrick asked what he had to know but was afraid to face. “Who are you?”


Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.



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Please leave a comment. Tina will be choosing one winner randomly from the comments section. The winner gets her choice of one of Tina’s backlist ebooks – FIFTEEN IN ALL – contemporary, paranormal, suspense, ménage. From this list:



1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT


2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit


3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award


4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT


5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT


6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller


7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books


8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR


9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR


10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book


11. Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR


12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times


13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures


14. Losing Control – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads


15. Shameless Desire – Four and Half Stars – The Jeep Diva


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Featured Author: Rhiannon Ayers

I’m super excited! Today, Rhiannon Ayers stopped by to talk about herself and her latest release, Demons Within.  This beautifully sexy book is now available at, Kobo, and Amazon.

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Demons Within

Demons Within

Allen Heras just landed his dream job, and he’s determined to make the most of this chance for a new life. Only there’s a problem: he can’t seem to stop lusting after his bosses. After suppressing his bisexuality his whole life, he can’t afford to let his hormones ruin his chances for success. Now, if he could just get his big head to convince the little one of that, he’d be just fine.
Sidri McKenna and Tatum McAlister have always known there was something missing between them: another man, one who could bear the love of two Doms. And they’ve chosen Allen to be that man. They’d always known it would be an uphill battle, convincing Allen that three people could make it in a long-term triad. But when the demons from Allen’s horrible past threaten their relationship, they realize that the real battle isn’t convincing Allen to love them—it’s convincing him he’s worth loving in the first place.


And if that short blurb doesn’t have you fanning yourself as you one-click.. the upcoming excerpts most certainly will! But first.. a little bit about Rhiannon. :-D


MR:  How long have you been writing?

RA:  I started making up stories and telling them to my friends when I was in kindergarten. Of course, back then it was called “lying,” lol. In third grade, I wrote a short story for a class assignment. It was called George Groundhog, and followed a group of talking animal friends on a hilarious adventure. My teacher loved it so much, he encouraged me to write more stories about George, and he would have me read them to the class whenever I finished a new one. That was my very first series. I finally realized I wanted to be a writer when I was twelve, which is when I wrote my first epic adventure fantasy novel. Thanks to the wonders of technology, that story will never see the light of day, and you should all be grateful, lol. But it was a start, and I’ve learned a lot about my craft over the years. All in all, I would say I’ve been a writer and aspiring author for about 25 years, give or take (and no, you cannot ask how old I am , lol).

MR: Name a few of your favorite authors? Who would you go absolutely “fangirl” over?

RA:  I recently had the opportunity to meet my hero, Jayne Rylon. Her book Spread Your Wings was the very first ménage romance I ever read, and it was the reason I decided to try my hand at writing ménage romance. If not for her, I don’t know if I would be a published author today. When I met her, I went all goofy, completely unable to speak in coherent sentences. She was incredibly nice to a star struck newbie, though. I’ve since exchanged several emails with her, and we are friends on Facebook. I sent her a copy of Demons Within, and she promptly replied with a screen shot showing it on her iPad. I did a happy dance around my bedroom, lol.

Other favorite erotica authors include Joey W. Hill and Cameron Dane. Both of them are absolutely mesmerizing. I want to be them when I grow up, lol.

Mainstream author favorites would be Raymond Feist, Robin Hobb, Glen Cook, Angus Wells, Mercedes Lackey, Terry Goodkind, Anne Bishop, and Tanya Huff, just to name a few.

MR: What genre do you know you could never enjoy writing?

RA:  Plain-jane mainstream anything. I am not a literary-minded author, lol. I prefer hot and sexy over heartwarming any day.

MR: Where do your best ideas come from?

RA: Character ideas come from just listening to people talk to each other. I’m a terrible eavesdropper in public places. I love listening to speech mannerisms and trying to pinpoint education levels, background, regional affiliations, and cultural standards just from hearing people talk. You can learn a lot about society that way. Some of my favorite characters come from real people I’ve met.

Story ideas…Honestly, I have no idea where those come from, lol. Probably a conglomeration of things, from the books I read to the movies I watch to the experiences of my own life. Sometimes scenes pop into my head and I have to figure out a story to go with them. Perhaps if I knew where they came from, I could shut them up. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have other people’s lives running through your brain? lol

MR: What are you working on now?

Book 2 of the For Love of Authority Series, called Angel Without, has a tentative release date of August 5. I just finished the edits for that one, so we’ll see what the good folks at Siren have to say about those before we get a final release date.

Book 3 in the For Love of Authority series is number one on my current project list. Saints United is very much a work-in-progress, so I don’t want to give any plot snippets away. I will say that it is MMF, just like the other two books, and it has some hot sex scenes and sincere emotional drama.

I’m also working on a brand new series, which will be urban fantasy set in the not-too-distant future. Shifters and angels and magical creatures, oh my!

MR:  Are you a total shut-in when you write? Or do you like to be around people? (Starbucks, etc)

RA: I get so lost in my own head when I’m writing, it would be pointless for me to even try to be around other people, lol. Unless they did a naked tap-dance on my desk, I probably wouldn’t even notice them. Unless it was Channing Tatum. That man can interrupt me any day, lol.

MR: Give me your list of favorites:

Food? Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly Sandwiches

Music? Everything. Literally. My playlists on iTunes look like a music store threw up on them, lol.

TV show? I rarely if ever watch TV, but when I do, I like crime dramas like NCIS and Law & Order SVU

Hobby? I make jewelry and clay figurines. I also sew, scrapbook, design websites, and read.

Color? Cerulean, which is a fancy word for blue. My favorite color palette would be a fall scheme, with reds and oranges and yellows and browns.

Season? Fall. Gotta love those colors!

Without further adieu, I present two short excerpts from Demons Within:


Allen could definitely come to love this place.
But that wasn’t the half of what he was coming to love. The man and woman who were quickly overtaking his entire world were climbing that slope with staggering ease. Which was amazing, when he started considering how little he actually knew about them. Sidri, he knew mostly from work and the few social encounters they’d had over the last couple of years. Tatum, he’d only spoken to via phone or e-mail. Sure, they’d had dozens of conversations over the years, and he had heard tons of stories about both of them. But he’d never had the opportunity to simply hang out with them, never gotten the chance to just talk to them. And he’d never had the experience of seeing them together—or seeing how they interacted with someone like Allen.
Allen smiled, laughing at himself silently. He honestly hadn’t known what to expect, what it would be like to be the sole focus of two über-Alpha individuals. He’d had brief, uncomfortable visions of being totally controlled, of having every thought and action dictated for him. Eat this, go here, do that—no decision left to himself. The thought had made him instinctively shy away. He’d fought hard for his personal freedom, after all.
Fortunately, those half-formed fears couldn’t be further from the truth. With the two of them watching over him, taking care of him, he could almost begin to feel…cherished. Respected. Desired.
He shivered, and Sidri caressed his biceps without looking over at him. She was curled on the couch like a contented cat, watching reruns of her favorite show, The West Wing.He glanced over at Tatum, who sat in the easy chair closest to the arm of the couch Allen rested against, and received a small smile. Allen grinned, sighing with pleasure.
They were nothing like he expected. In the grand scheme of things, what they did for him didn’t appear to add up to much. But for Allen, it was a revelation of how wonderful his future could be.
Small things. Simple things. Like when Tatum brought them food earlier. He’d heaped two plates with Asian delicacies, setting them on the table with a wink and a flourish, before retrieving the plate he’d made for himself. Allen’s mouth had watered as he discovered Orange Beef, Kung Pao Chicken, and Happy Family vegetable medley. Then he had noticed that all the beans and sprouts had been removed from his portion—he’d glanced at Sidri and Tatum’s plates, just to be sure. Apparently, Sidri had told Tatum how much Allen hated beans and sprouts, and the big man had taken it upon himself to pick them out, one by one, before serving Allen his plate. It was such a small thing, such a simple gesture. But it rocked Allen to the core.
There were other things. Like when they settled in front of the TV after eating and talking for a good two hours. Tatum had snapped up the remote, earning a death-glare from Sidri, which he answered with a self-satisfied smirk. He’d flipped through the channels, obviously looking for something in particular, and eventually settled on one of Allen’s favorite guilty pleasures—a BBC crime drama. Allen knew—again, via Sidri—that Tatum absolutely detested crime dramas unless they featured lots of hot chicks wearing very little. He would never voluntarily watch one. Yet he’d stopped on the show without a single sign of discomfort, settling into his chair with a contented sigh.
Throat tight, Allen had snatched up the remote after the episode ended, quickly locating a sports show he knew both he and Tatum liked. The big man grinned appreciatively, and soon all three of them were arguing with the commentators and heaping ridicule on each other’s favorite players. With the Super Bowl happening tomorrow, everyone was focused on whose quarterback would make the most plays, which defenders would make the most sacks. It tickled him, listening to Sidri detail each player’s stats and list her ideas on how different plays should be run. That she obviously loved football just as much as her men made him love her that much more.
After sports, it was Sidri’s turn to hog the remote, a fact both men argued against vociferously. Grinning, she’d flipped through the channels, stopping on every chick-flick she found just to hear them groan. When she finally settled on The West Wing, he and Tatum quieted, content to let her have her way for now.
It was fun. Easy. Relaxed. Except for the thick undercurrent of constant, evolving sexual tension, he could almost believe they were just old college buddies, hanging out.
But that sexual tension was always there, under the surface.
When he’d returned from the kitchen, lips swollen and swimming in a haze of lust and anticipation, Sidri had taken one look at his rumpled state and said, “Damn, I wish I could have watched that.”
He’d blushed profusely and mumbled something about changing clothes—with his jeans’ button now lost somewhere on the kitchen floor, his pants were riding disconcertingly low. But Sidri and Tatum, who had just walked into the room carrying three Cokes, both instantly forbid him from doing any such thing.
“You’re so fucking sexy right now,” Tatum had breathed as Sidri nodded appreciatively. Both pairs of eyes were fastened to his waistline, where the now-zipped jeans still gaped at the top.
Sidri licked her lips, looked up at him through her lashes. “I want you to wear those jeans the whole time we’re here. Understand?”
A blush heated his ears as both of them voiced their approval of the idea, closing the subject as far as they were concerned. So Allen had been forced to wear the evidence of Tatum’s inability to wait to get his hands on Allen’s cock, the evidence of the man’s sheer brute strength. And every time he stood up, sat down, or simply walked across the room, his jeans, which were now loose enough to slip down to the points of his hips, rubbed against his hard-on.


Tatum headed straight for the freezer instead of making good on his offer to get them all food. He yanked open the door and shoved his face inside, a hard gasp shuddering out of him as the ice-cold air washed over his over-heated skin.
Too much. He wanted Allen too much. He stood with eyes shut tight, letting the frigid air try to cool the raging inferno of lust inside him. God help him, how would he ever manage to control himself?
A tentative, light-fingered touch on Tatum’s shoulder had him jumping and whirling around instantly. Allen stood behind him, eyes soft even as his hands trembled at his sides. As Tatum watched, Allen licked his lips and swallowed hard.
“I may not understand all this,” the smaller man said in a deep, sexy rumble that had Tatum’s balls drawing up tight, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be here.” He paused, laughed self-consciously. “I feel like a teenager, out on a first date. I don’t know what to do with myself, what I’m supposed to do.”
Tatum melted instantly, but Allen cut him off before he could offer reassurance. “This is all new to me, Tatum. Until last night, I didn’t even think anything like this was even remotely possible. So I’m nervous, and jumpy, and scared as all get-out.” He took a deep breath. “But I wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t something I wanted. And right now…” Allen looked down briefly, then speared Tatum with suddenly hot, chocolate-brown eyes.
“Right now, I want you to kiss me, the way you kissed her,” he said in a hushed tone. Then he gulped, licked that bottom lip again, and whispered, “Please.”
Tatum pounced.
He mashed their lips together almost violently, shoving both hands through Allen’s thick black hair so he could grip the man’s skull and control the angle of penetration. With deep, sure strokes of his tongue, he explored every inch of that hot mouth, the sweet taste mainlining sugar straight to his bloodstream. Allen whimpered, his trembling fingers threading through Tatum’s belt loops as he sought an anchor.
Tatum groaned, forcing Allen to step backward until he fetched up against the door to the pantry. Tatum used his greater weight to hold Allen captive against the unforgiving hard surface, kissing the man desperately. That Allen responded, kissing him back for all he was worth, just made Tatum that much hotter. Harder.
With both hands, he reached down and took hold of Allen’s muscular thighs. He lifted the smaller man straight up, raising him to a level where Tatum didn’t have to bend so far to reach those sinful lips. Then he slammed their chests together, holding Allen suspended between himself and the door, his feet off the ground. Allen gasped into his mouth, both hands flying up to circle Tatum’s shoulders as he held on for dear life.
Tatum reached up with one hand and pried Allen’s fingers from his collar, kissing him all the while. Then he guided that hand up and out, finally wrapping the other man’s fingers around a convenient hook on the pantry door. It was supposed to hold bags of potatoes, or other such ordinary kitchen items. Now it gave his soon-to-be-lover an anchor that wouldn’t move. When he had Allen’s fingers firmly in place, he squeezed gently, letting him know Tatum wanted them to stay there. Allen complied with a deep, guttural groan that Tatum swallowed hungrily.
With unencumbered access, Tatum ran his free hand down Allen’s arm, over his chest, and made for the button on his jeans. Allen convulsed in his arms, panting between kisses, obviously reeling from the savagery of Tatum’s assault on his mouth and body. But Tatum couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. He needed to do this.
With a growl of imperative male frustration, he ripped the fucking button clean off Allen’s jeans. They both heard the small piece of metal clang on the Italian tile floor, listened to it roll and hitch up against the far counter. With that out of the way, all that was left was his zipper. Tatum yanked it down in one swift motion and reached his hand inside Allen’s shorts.
Allen shouted into Tatum’s mouth as he finally, finally got his hands on that long, thick shaft. Jesus, the man was hung, his cock a perfect handful for a man Tatum’s size. Allen was painfully aroused, dripped pre-cum everywhere, providing Tatum with more than enough lubrication to begin the quick, fast hand-job he’d intended from the start. Allen’s whole body jerked with every hard stroke, his thighs clenching against Tatum’s legs where the taller man held him up. Tatum pulled ruthlessly, holding nothing back, jerking the man in his arms off as if his life depended on it.
Not once did he stop kissing him. Tatum was dizzy, light-headed from lack of air, but he couldn’t bring himself to release those intoxicating lips. He pressed his full weight against the man pinned to the door and growled with pleasure every time Allen jerked in his arms.
When Allen was panting, gasping, mewling, Tatum used his own hips to brace them both and used his other hand to yank his polo shirt up, exposing his abs. He pressed the head of Allen’s cock to his own stomach, tore his lips away, and whispered, “Come.”
Allen detonated.
Fiery blasts of cum decorated Tatum’s belly even as his own orgasm shot molten lava through his veins. He moaned, long and low, his forehead jammed against Allen’s as they both panted and shook with the force of their mutual release. He held onto Allen’s cock while the younger man pulsed and released wave after wave of hot, sticky seed all over Tatum’s body.
When it was over, they were both panting, trembling with the aftermath. At last, Tatum let the man slide down his body until his feet touched the ground. He stood there, panting, holding them both upright even though every one of his muscles wanted to melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor.




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Cover Reveal – Unexpectedly Yours

Unexpectedly Yours Cover

This is unbelievable, right?!

I’ve been working myself into a blog booking frenzy in preparation for my Unexpectedly Yours Blog Tour. It kicks off on July 28th til (at present) August 7th.  I’ll be making 13 guest stops, so .. thank god it’s only virtual. I’d be tired, right? :-D

The first round of edits for Unexpectedly Yours have been returned already. My editor really liked the story, which made me feel *INCREDIBLE*.


That sexy image you see to the left of my text? That’s the cover for Unexpectedly Yours. It’s the best yet. Sexy without being too naughty. It is exactly what I wanted even though I had no idea what I wanted. Thanks to the incomparable Harris Channing for knowing what I wanted better than I did.

In other news, I’ve been hard at work on a new stand-alone book. Over the weekend, laden with cold medicine, I had… THE MOMENT. The one where you’re squinting at a book and it’s just barely out of focus.. then BOOM. Everything snaps into focus and you know who the characters are. What they’re doing. What you were doing wrong before. How to fix it. Warren Ellis explains it best here:

More on my upcoming blog tour, Unexpectedly Yours and my new WIP, In Full Bloom as the days go on. Talk to you soon!



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Picture Capture – Flash Fiction Event! 12 Authors + 1 Photo = 4200+ words of Sexy Magic!

Michelle Roth:

Another fun month of Flash Fiction over at Lori King’s blog!

Originally posted on Lori King Books:

Capturing the moment is every authors goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph to inspire a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words.  

As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…

This months picture prompt


Use the prompt to write a 350 word scene.

No limitations.

No restrictions.

Let your imagination go wild.

Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.

If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!

So, here is what the authors came up with this month….


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Author Spotlight: Jennifer Denys

Jennifer Denys stopped by today to share a bit about her new release Torn Between Two Lovers.

A little bit about the story:

The mysterious werewolf entity from “Collared by Wolves” is called on again when lovely submissive shifter Evie Pierce runs out on her alpha werewolf Dom, tall and hunky Stefan Russell. A handsome human, Jace Talbot, a visitor to the area, who doesn’t know that werewolves exist, rescues her from malicious rogues who attack her in the forest.

As she recovers they begin to fall in love, but Evie has a dilemma. She is torn between Jace and his sensual, romantic ways and her old BDSM life with Stefan, and all the excitement that brings.

A confrontation between the two men leads to a stark realization, horror, and betrayal. This changes all their lives as they struggle to understand what has happened, and then a natural disaster means the two men have to work together. But what will happen once it’s all over? Whom will she choose? Human or werewolf? Gentle or rough?

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The rain lashed at Evie’s face as she exited her car, hitting her cheeks like pinpricks, and she turned away, causing her hair to blow into her eyes. Irritated, she swiped it away with a growl.


Like members of her wolf family, she abhorred storms. It didn’t matter when she was in her wolf self as her fur was thick and waterproof, but when it was turning into a gale like this one was, she instinctively wanted to find her fellow wolves and curl up under the pines, noses tucked in, sharing heat, staying safe.

Instead she was in her human form about to visit Jace.

Things had gotten better with Stefan. In the last week, he had worked hard to refresh her submissive training, and it had been successful. She seemed to have gotten past her fears. In the meantime, he was somehow gentler than he had been before, more caring. It was a welcome surprise. Evie wondered if it was because of the attack or because he feared her leaving him for Jace.

But whether to marry him or not was still up in the air, and she knew he desperately wanted an answer from her. He had even gone as far as telling her that he would take no other submissives if she was his mate as well as his sub.

“Really?” She had been skeptical.

He had cupped her face. “If that’s what it takes for you to be my mate.”

Evie believed him, but somehow, her past jealousies didn’t matter that much—except Brenda. She would always be the thorn in Evie’s side. The issue instead was which of her lovers she would miss more if she had to give one up. That was why she was now standing outside Jace’s front door—to make a decision one way or another.

Meanwhile, part of her was apprehensive that Jace wouldn’t want to see her or his leave was about to come to an end. She wondered if she had told him she loved him when they’d been together if it would have made a difference.

Evie gave a wry grin. The ideal situation would be to have both men, like Tasha had her four. She’d have the best of both worlds then, Stefan and the BDSM, Jace and the romance—except that Stefan would never allow it. She was also concerned what Stefan would say if he found out where she was now.

The wind changed direction at that moment, and a huge gust blew her forward just as Jace opened the door. Bracing herself for hard wood, instead she landed in a pair of soft arms. A welcoming embrace, she thought. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

“Whatever are you doing out here, Evie? For God’s sake, come on in.”

He ushered her inside and then struggled to close the door against the wind before turning around to face her.

Evie didn’t say a word, just drank in the gorgeous sight of him. His dark hair glittering with raindrops, eyes that seemed confused, yet pleased to see her.

“It’s hell out there!” He smiled and shook his head to rid himself of the water in his hair.

Her heart fluttered. It was such a wolf thing to do, she had to remind herself that he was human.

Clearing her throat, she finally responded. “It certainly is.”

Jace stood for a moment. “Um, as much as it’s wonderful to see you, Evie, why are you here?”

Evie shrugged. “I missed you,” she said in a quiet voice.

He thumbed over his shoulder, indicating outside, and grimaced. “And is the big guy, Mr. Rock-hard-muscles-who-will-smash-me-to-pieces-or-tear-me-limb-from-limb, gonna turn up next?”

She chuckled at his description of Stefan. Poor Jace had yet to see Stefan’s softer side. “Probably not.”

Jace lifted an eyebrow. “I was hoping it would be a ‘definitely not.’ I adore that you are here, but I also value my life, sweetheart.”

Closing her eyes, she bowed her head, trying to blink back tears. She had to make a decision. And make it now. Stefan or Jace? Rough or smooth? Dominant or submissive? Werewolf or human?


Standing up, Stefan used his feet to tap Evie’s ankles, indicating he wanted her to widen her legs further so he could get up close. Clasping her butt cheeks in both hands he fondled them hard as if he was giving her a massage.

“I think it’s time I took my own reward. Let’s see, what shall it be? Some cock sucking? Hmmm. I’ve always thought you are far too much in control when we do that, my young submissive. No, I need to be deep inside you. The question is shall it be pussy or ass?”

Stefan grinned over to Rafe, who was watching everything with relish.

“What d’ya reckon, Rafe? What would you have?”

“Ass, most definitely. I’m an ass man.”

Briefly considering this, Stefan then made up his mind.

“I might be able to do both. Would you like that, Evie?”

Her trembling voice indicated her slight fear. “Both?”

She was probably thinking he was going to invite someone else to join them. But not on this occasion.

“Yep. You’ll see what I have in mind. But let’s start off with the lovely moist pussy that I can feel. Oh yes.” Stefan slipped on a condom, always a necessity as he’d often played with several subs in the past. Easing his cock inside her vagina, he felt her inner muscles clenching around him. It almost made her too tight.

Stroking the small of her back, he stood still a few seconds waiting for her to un-tense. There were times when he loved thrusting hard up her, but this wasn’t the occasion. She wasn’t relaxed enough.

After he felt her tension decrease as her body settled down on the table, he started small plunges, in and out, increasing the depth each time when Evie’s body started to tremble, and she moaned.

Grinning at Rafe over her head, Stefan suddenly pulled completely out, the tip of his cock quivering at the entrance to her pussy, almost with a mind of its own, eager to get back inside her lovely moist warmth.

Evie cried out.

“Did you like that, my love?”


He chuckled. “Always so impatient, little sub. There’s more to come.” Waving a hand at Rafe, he requested, “Hand me that beer bottle.”

Stefan saw Evie try to turn her head to see what he was doing. Rafe held her too tightly with his other hand. She’ll see.

But he knew he needed to say something. Stefan was worried she would start panicking again, and in front of everyone.

“Evie.” She didn’t say a word, but was trembling hard. “Evie. Answer me!”

“Y–yes, Sir.”

“We’re going for double penetration. You’ve had me inside you before with a plug in your butt. It’s time for a bottle.”

Rafe frowned at him. “Isn’t it rather, well, unhygienic?”

He raised his eyes to the ceiling, and tipping his head back, he drank down the last of the beer, emptying the bottle. “It’s not long come out of the cooler. So it’s clean, if a little cool. Besides which, she is used to my saliva around her butt.” Stefan placed the side of the bottle on Evie’s butt.

“Youch!” Evie’s scream resounded around the room, and several alphas chortled, while the subs who were watching seemed glad it wasn’t them.

“Just getting you used to the cold, my love. You’ve had ice inside you before. This won’t be that bad. All right?”

She was silent for a moment, and Stefan waited. She would say yes. He knew her too well.

A few more seconds went by while Evie took some deep breaths, and then she nodded. Rafe confirmed her readiness. Rimming her anal opening with the neck of the bottle, Stefan then scooped some water from a nearby glass to lubricate the opening a bit more before he started inserting the bottle very slowly, putting enough pressure on it to open her up until her sphincter swallowed the end.

“Ahhhh!” Evie was panting heavily.

“Good girl.”

Stefan’s intention was never to insert the whole bottle. He was content for just the top of the neck to go into Evie’s backside, and then he rested the flat end against his stomach muscles, wincing a little at the cold. Taking her hips in both of his large hands, Stefan pushed forward, pressing the bottle into her backside while his cock went into her lovely welcoming wet pussy.

When she started crying, “Yes, yes, yes. Oh God, more,” as her body started bucking beneath him, Stefan knew he had his submissive back.

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Unexpectedly Yours, my new and improved site, and various other things

Hey there guys! It’s been a little while since I’ve written. The last few weeks have been spent knee deep in promo for Lip Service and Just a Taste. I’d love to tell you I’ve written a ton, but that would be a filthy dirty lie. I’ve been so wrapped up in promo, school, work, and moving that I’ve written less than a page.

This weekend marks the last of my huge obligations though, so far as the move goes. I should be able to get some words on the page for my next endeavour, In Full Bloom. Think super sexy Irishman with a penchant for domination and a shy, slightly nerdy girl just out of grad school. It promises to be delicious.. (If I could ever write the damn thing.

I’ve been waiting for the first round of edits on my third book, Unexpectedly Yours. I’ve got an official release date of July 29th. All of you Jim and Elle fans should get excited! It’s almost here!!

Here’s a little teaser.. :-D

BUT FIRST!!!  I forgot to mention.. my first book Just a Taste, hit Amazon. Go buy it for 20% off the cover price if you haven’t read it yet.

Ok, no more kidding. Here’s the teaser for Unexpectedly Yours…


Reaching out with her other hand she turned the water off and said, “It’s fine now. I promise.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, concerned.

Rolling her eyes now, she said, “Yes. I’m sure. I’m totally fine. I burn myself quite frequently. It’s part of the job.”

He eyed the red blotch on her hand and frowned again, unconvinced.

Would it make you feel better if I put something cold on it?” she asked.

If it’s not a lot less red after we eat, then yes,” he said.

We?” she asked.

Yeah, we. I’ve tried to get you to go out with me a couple of times now. I figure this is the only way you’ll let me buy you dinner,” he said with a grin.

She smiled now. He was such a flirt.

You know. If you keep asking, one of these days I’m going to think you’re serious, Jim,” she said, moving towards the food he’d set on the counter. Then she asked, “Which one of these is mine?” as she rifled through the brown paper bag.

When she looked up, he was staring at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle. He finally asked,.“What makes you think I’m not serious? I’ve been flirting with you for months.”

Elle blinked, confused for a minute, and said, “Honestly, I thought it was a proximity thing. When everyone gets together, we’re the only two single people. I didn’t realize you were serious.”

I see that,” he said. “Proximity? You don’t give yourself a lot of credit, Elle.”

Reaching for one of the containers, he opened it then passed it over to her.

Picking up her fork, she shrugged at him and said, “I’m just a realist.”

He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, then said, “Elle,” and sighed.

They moved into the office and sat on the couch. Digging into their food, they were both silent for a few minutes.

Finally, Jim asked, “What did you mean, you’re a realist?”

Elle snorted and said, “Come on. You know you’re ridiculously hot. I just didn’t think you’d be interested.”

Jim grinned and said, “Thanks, but why wouldn’t I be interested in you?”

You could be dating willowy models. I’m not saying I’m ugly, but I’m pretty average. Not willowy in the slightest,” Elle said, shrugging.

The willowy model types you think I should be dating don’t have much substance in my experience. They’re usually looking for a leg up in the entertainment industry or they’re after my money. I prefer my women… real. You’re very much my type,” he said, looking her directly in the eye now.

I hope that’ll hold you guys until next time.. ;)

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Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

It’s official, you guys. My third book was picked up by the publisher earlier this week. I’m super excited! This one details the story of Jim Conroy and Elle Thomas. Here’s a little bit of the back cover blurb to whet your appetite.

It’s set for release in August 2014 (Date presently unknown).

Elle Thomas has had a crush on Jim Conroy for months now. Among their small circle of friends, they’re the only two single people left. It makes sense that he might gravitate toward her at social events, and maybe even flirt a little bit, right? Elle can’t help but want more, though.

Jim may be going insane. He’s been chasing Elle for months. He’s flirted with her, asked her out, and done everything else he could think of to get her attention, short of skywriting his feelings. So when Elle finally agrees to go out with him, things quickly heat up between them.

What starts out as a single spark of attraction between them quickly burns out of control. As they settle into the beginnings of a relationship, one moment will change their lives forever. Is their relationship strong enough to survive when reality sets in? 

In the meantime, if you’d like to take a gander at my character inspirations:

Jim Conroy is:









Elle Thomas is: (PS – this is the closest I could come up with. Think curvier and 30 something.)

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