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Tequila Dirty by Mickey J. Corrigan


Tequila Dirty by Mickey J. Corrigan
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Genre: Contemporary, Suspense/Mystery, Action/Adventure
Length: Short Story (72 pgs)
Heat Level: Spicy
Rating: 4 stars
Reviewed by Ginger

Something bad has happened (again) in Dusky Beach. And Rita Deltone, a tough talking waitress from Lemon Run, Florida, is smack in the middle of it. She knows all too well the dirt road she took to get down so low, but she takes the long way ’round in the telling.

Liam Donell is the new detective in town. His partner is on vacation so he has to handle all the dirty work. But this Rita chick is pretty cute. He’s not making the best decisions regarding the case. Soon enough, it turns ugly.

An unlikely couple, Rita and Liam try to make the best of a bad situation. With hot, hilarious, and surprising results.

Tequila Dirty opens up with Rita Deltone being questioned by Detective Liam Donell concerning the murder of two men. Rita is in the hospital with a gash on her head that required several stitches. Will Rita be able to help the detective solve this case?

The plot is interesting along with the author’s writing style a reader can’t help but be drawn in. Rita seems like a character that trouble seems to find and the kind of person that has an interesting life. I like the set-up of how the story is told from Rita and then later from Detective Donell. Rita’s story is one almost of humor in the way that she tells it, it almost makes you forget about the seriousness of the two murders. I felt sorry for Detective Donell, because seeing Rita at her worst he was taken by her, which leads him to not follow job protocol that could have very well opened up a can of worms that he isn’t quite able to deal with.

I’m thinking the sentencing style is along the lines of how Rita and Detective Donell would actually talk, but after so many choppy sentences it came to be a nuisance. To read. Like the editor missed checking a few sentences. That could have read smoother if they were in the proper format.

Tequila Dirty is a quick read that has a nice unpredictable twist at the end that I didn’t see coming. Though the story was short the author did a good job in building the characters and having a developed and complete plot.

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F*ck Normal

Ah, summer. Sun’s out, days are long and warm, the city is emptied out. You can get seated at the best table without waiting. No line at the café either. Only the drive to the beach is crowded.
Sure seems like the perfect time to say, “Never mind what everyone else is doing. I’m going to…”

1. Put away my list of books to read and dive into the books I really want to read.
2. Reread The Story of O, the daring precursor to Fifty Shades (but published way back in 1969)
3. Swim naked.
4. Sleep naked.
5. Do everything (except go to work) naked.
6. Play hooky from work.
7. Find someone new (and hot) to stalk online.
8. Drink fruit-flavored beer.
9. Drink hard cider.
10. Grow out my hair. Not shave my legs. No makeup. None.
11. Be the kind of effortless woman who devastates men.
12. Write a fantasy in my journal about that.
13. Turn the fantasy into reality—in the form of a story or book.

Summer is the perfect time to write that first novel. Or novella. Or short story. You have so much more daylight to work in. You have days, maybe weeks without that much to do. Who cares about dust, nutrition, income and tan lines when you can go deep into your own dreams and pull out an engaging tale? Type it up. Edit it until it shines like a polished gem. A gem you mined from your own life. Your own heart. And soul.

When I’m not writing stories myself, I work with new writers to help them do their mining. And polishing. It’s hard work but it’s so much fun. And it’s always so rewarding.

And summer is the perfect time to get to it. You’ve always wanted to. So why not now? F*ck all the other stuff—go write.

Make you own list of how you are going to go deviant this summer. Just make sure writing about your secret fantasy is on your list.

F*ck normal. Know this: writing will give you everything society denies you.

Happy summer!

mickey F_ck_Normal_med (2)Barton and Katelyn Fiske are a normal couple with some all too normal marital issues. Katelyn wants her husband to stop fantasizing about a woman from his past. Barton wants his wife to stop prying into his private thoughts. Dr. Colony, their high-end Palm Beach therapist, wants husband and wife to enjoy a normal relationship.

Fuck normal, Barton thinks.

As it turns out, Katelyn is thinking the same thing.

F*ck Normal is a zany romp through a day in the life of a not so normal married couple. A fun, funny, crazy look at what it takes to let go of love, and why you might just want to grab on again.

About the Author: Mickey J. Corrigan lives and writes and gets into trouble in South Florida. She publishes with pulpy presses with names like Breathless, Champagne and Wild Rose. Recent books include the edgy novellas in The Hard Stuff series (Whiskey Sour Noir, Vodka Warrior, and Tequila Dirty); the spoofy Geekus Interruptus; and the thriller Sugar Babies. Australian press Bottom Drawer Publications recently released her sexy satire F*ck Normal, and will soon publish her coming of age novel The Ghostwriters.

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Bad Bachelor by Stefanie London – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Everybody’s talking about the hot new app reviewing New York’s most eligible bachelors. But why focus on prince charming when you can read the latest dirt on the lowest-ranked “Bad Bachelors”—NYC’s most notorious bad boys?

If one more person mentions Bad Bachelors to Reed McMahon, someone’s gonna get hurt. A PR whiz, Reed is known as an ‘image fixer’ but his womanizing ways have caught up with him. What he needs is a PR miracle of his own.

When Reed strolls into Darcy Greer’s workplace offering to help save the struggling library, she isn’t buying it. The prickly Brooklynite knows Reed is exactly the kind of guy she should avoid. But the library does need his help. As she reluctantly works with Reed, she realizes there’s more to a man than his reputation. Maybe, just maybe Bad Bachelor #1 is THE one for her.

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They stopped beside a black car with tinted windows. Out of nowhere, a driver appeared and opened the door for them. Darcy suddenly felt underdressed, which was stupid since they were only going for a ride.

“So tell me: What’s so appealing about Five-Star Darren?” Reed asked as they slid into the back seat. A
glass partition separated them from the driver.

“None of your business.” Oh God, they were not having this conversation. Not while a billion dirty thoughts were driving her to distraction. Damn him, why did he have to mention sex?

Her hormones hadn’t been this rowdy since high school. But the second he got close and his clean, warm scent invaded her nostrils, it was like the sexy bits of her body started doing tequila shots.

“Oh come on, you can trust me. I might even be able to give you some advice.” His brown eyes twinkled.
They were framed by full, thick lashes—the kind of lashes that had no business being on a man.

God, they were far too close in the back seat of the car. Her bare leg was mere inches from his, and the scent of his aftershave invaded her nostrils. It was crisp, clean, with a hint of citrus.

Damn delectable.

“You were late today,” she blurted out, hoping the abrupt change in conversation might steer him away from delving into her nonexistent dating life—and perhaps jolt her brain into not focusing on how good he smelled.

“Half an hour late and I was sitting there, waiting.”

“My meeting ran over and my phone died. I could have gone back to the office to email you, but that
would have meant being later than I already was.” He reached for a bottle of water that sat in a compartment in the door. When he offered her one, she shook her head. “I apologize for keeping you waiting.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Now, back to your dating life—”

“No. We’re not having this conversation.” She held up a hand. “Besides, why do you care?”

“Because, after careful deliberation, I’ve decided that you are interesting.”

“Gee, thanks.” Darcy snorted. “I’ll pass on that so-called compliment.”


“You do know ‘interesting’ is usually a code word for ‘weird,’ right? It’s not much better than telling a girl she has a great personality.”

“What’s that a code for?”


He brought the water bottle to his mouth and sipped. Full lips hinted at sinful activities and Darcy tried to quash the flutter low in her belly. He probably knew exactly what to do with his lips too.
Stop it.

“You are interesting…in the non–code word sense. Even if you do think I’m a jerk. And Five-Star
Darren would be a terrible match, for what it’s worth.”

Curiosity tugged at her. She knew nothing about the dating world, and it was clear he was well experienced. Surely there wouldn’t be any harm in gleaning some information from him…for research purposes, of course.

“Why’s that?” she asked.

“All these women have rated him highly, yet they haven’t stayed with him. Why would that be?”

“I don’t know.” She frowned. “Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.”

“For all those women?”

Okay, so that did sound a bit suspicious when he put it like that. “But the reviews—”

“What do the reviews say?”

She pulled up Darren’s profile on the app and scanned down the page. “‘Great guy but the timing wasn’t
right.’” She shot him a smug look. “See? Told you.”

“Keep reading.”

“He’s a total gentleman, but they didn’t have many common interests. Uh, another one says their jobs made dating too hard but that he was a nice person. Apparently, he’s romantic, but there wasn’t enough spark.” Darcy kept scrolling. “He’s kind and funny, a great conversationalist. I can’t see any red flags here.”

“He’s got a small dick.”

Darcy almost choked. “Excuse me?”

Reed shrugged. “Or he doesn’t know how to make a woman come.”

“Stop,” she hissed, the heat flushing through her body in a way that was entirely too pleasurable. Totally, totally inappropriate. “You can’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s just sex. And sometimes you have to look at what people aren’t saying to understand what they are.” He nodded. “Words can be unreliable like that.”

Darcy shook her head and stuffed her phone into her bag. This conversation had shot out of her comfort
zone. Like a whole solar system out of her comfort zone. Listening to Reed talk about sex was… God, she didn’t even know. Her imagination was serving up all kinds of dirty scenarios, but she tamped them down.

Reed was off-limits.

Not only because of the bad reviews, but also because it was clear he could run circles around her verbally. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he would do the same thing in the bedroom.

About the Author: Stefanie London is the USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romances with humor, heat, and heart. Originally from Melbourne, Australia, Stefanie now lives in Toronto, Canada with her husband. She loves to read, collect lipsticks, watch zombie movies and drink coffee. Her bestselling book, Pretend It’s Love, was a 2016 Romantic Book of the Year finalist with the Romance Writers of Australia.

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Bottoms Up by Kate Deveaux – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Thank you so much for having me as your guest today. It’s so fun to stop by and chat about my latest release BOTTOMS UP. It’s a Naughty Cock Tale book. In the spirit of the book, which is flirty and playful and downright sinfully sexy, I thought I’d share with you a few things I learned from the sexiest bartender I’ve ever known. Justin of course in Bottoms Up. Pull up a bar stool and stay a while…he’s got some toe curling indulgent bartending skills.

Kate Deveaux stops by Bottoms Up to learn a thing or two from her hunky hero:

I’m not much of a cocktail connoisseur I confess, but I sure found my attention to detail and appreciation of a good cocktail (or cock tale) as Justin might call it with usual devastatingly alluring provocation.

One hot Tuscon night, I sidled up to Bottoms Up, taking my cues from the drop dead sexy bartender hovering behind that slick shiny counter flanked with glistening bottles of temptation. My eyes ran the length of the bar and then of course they rested on Justin.

“What’ll you have?” he asked, reaching to grasp a martini glass.

“You” I murmured under my breath. Apparently loud enough to catch a smile forming in the crook of his lips. “I mean, a dirty martini please,” I said with more confidence than I felt. This guy was seriously hot. I knew exactly how Lexi had felt perched on that same barstool being treated to a view of Justin and his legendary drink making skills. Searching for something to say to break the awkwardness I felt at the thoughts that were racing through my mind that really shouldn’t be, I blurted out, “How about you give me some bartending tips while you mix that drink…”

‘Sure thing.” He agreed and began pouring vodka into a frosty shaker. Suddenly it was very hot in that bar as my cheeks flushed warm.

Five things Justin told me:

1 No point crying over spilled Vodka. Or Amaretto or Gin or Tequila.

2 Never judge a book by it’s cover. Justin handed me his bartending guide and I found the dirtiest drink recipes tucked inside the plain black leather bartender’s guide.

3 There’s more uses for a pool table then playing pool. Just ask Lexi.

4 Sizzling Tucson July nights are perfect for cooling off in Bottoms Up. Or heating up as Lexi found out behind the bar.

5 The best way to shake a martini is to wrap your hand around the barrel of the shaker firmly and gyrate your wrist with a rhythmic shake like you really want to bruise the vodka (or the gin depending on what liquor you’re using). No wimpy grasp, firm and in control. To illustrate Justin wrapped his hand over mine. I don’t remember much of what happened after that….

A bartender with a penchant for naughty drink recipes is well known for crafting the perfect concoction for his clientele. Justin meets his match when down on her luck Lexi walks into his bar and he whips up a cocktail especially for her.

It’s not just the booze talking when Justin and Lexi explore his list of naughty drink recipes in more detail — after hours. Night after night, Lexi is drawn back to Justin’s bar for another deliciously dirty creation and another night of extreme fantasy when he shows her how to let go of her inhibitions — One tantalizing drink recipe at a time— Seems it’s definitely Bottoms Up for these two!

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Standing in the doorway streaks of the fiery Tucson sun blazed into her back. Lexi propped the heavy door open with her hip. Something Arizonians did in July. They knew better than to grab a metal door handle in the heat of summer. Squinting, she poked her head inside. The air conditioning was a welcome blast. And way too tempting to refuse.

Stepping inside, the thin scent of sweat and alcohol singed her nose. The door closed behind her. Lexi’s eyes adjusted in the dim light.

The bar slowly came into focus.

Taking a few steps further she was relieved the place was not as seedy as she’d expected. The bar’s décor surprised her. Not that she frequented bars in the middle of the day. Ever.

Lexi surveyed the handful of customers. A few were couples with their heads bowed together. The rest were singles. Drinking and then looking at their phones for entertainment. Loners. The kind of people who went into a darkened bar in the middle of the afternoon. Their loneliness echoed hers. She fought the urge to turn on her heels and bolt. But then what? Back into the baking heat and back to real life?

Several unoccupied tables dotted her pathway when she ventured forth. Her focus narrowing, she took in the deep blue color scheme, from the tufted leather curved booths and club chairs to the intricate Moroccan style light fixtures that hung from the low coved ceiling. Something she’d come accustomed to in her travels overseas but unusual in the southwest.

Passing by the clusters of patrons gathered closer to the bar, Lexi passed a waitress serving drinks to a couple.

Lexis’s attention quickly turned to the good-looking bartender. Soft lighting and sheers engulfed the impressively lit bar area in a wash of amber and midnight blue almost framing him. He stood behind the shiny blue countertop with his hands braced on the bar. Looking at Lexi as if she were the only person in the room.

She eyed the tattoo on his forearm. Letting her gaze linger a little too long before meeting his. Quickly, she glanced back towards the door, as if still debating if she was going to be staying or not.

“Hi, can I get you something?” the bartender called out to her.

Lexi forced a nod of acknowledgment in his direction, then moved closer. With every step she took, the myriad of liquor bottles labels came into view. That and the bartender’s blue eyes, the same stunning shade of deep midnight blue as the décor. She focused on the scar just above his jaw. An imperfection on his otherwise perfect five o’clock shadow.

His lips turned upward when he grinned. Caught red handed staring at him, she blushed self-consciously at his encouraging glance. Damn. Good-looking bartenders, that was the last thing she needed after the day she’d had. After the year she’d had.

“Have a seat…” He patted the counter hard enough that it made her jump. “Whoa. Didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized, reaching behind the bar and plunking a frosted martini glass on the counter.

Lexi’s cheeks flushed. She was embarrassed by her skittishness, but also sobered by the fact that a simple action like the stranger plunking the glass on the counter made that her jump. A dead end relationship with Deakin had not only proved to her that rebound lovers were a bad idea, but also the bruises he’d given her. Once. And only once. Before she’d told him they were done. And then she was left to head back to her empty apartment. To ache for the love she really longed for. Scott.

Overcome with a sinking feeling, she felt more alone than ever and reached for the bar stool to steady her. Her lip trembled, tears stinging her eyes.

The pain was fresh once again. Shit. Why had Scott had gone and died on her?

“So what’ll it be?” the bartender asked.

Lexi was instantly dragged back to the present.

“Uh…I don’t know,” she offered, wondering how a drink could possibly dull the emptiness inside her.

He gave a smile and a confident shrug. “Well then, you’re in luck.”

“How’s that?” she asked half-heartedly, not really in the mood for banter
but realizing she was in need of a drink but with no clue what drink she wanted. Just something to make her forget the shitty day she’d had. And the even shittier year. 

The bartender with the soul-searching eyes and the cute little smile that even Lexi had to admit was a bit of a mood lifter, leaned on the bar so his eyes were level with hers.

“You’re in luck because it so happens my drink picking skills are legendary.”

“Legendary?” She repeated his claim, aware some would consider her response a flirt, but she felt it was more of a challenge. A challenge to see if he could pick something for her that would make her feel…feel…What the hell did she want to feel anyway?

“Legendary,” he repeated.

Okay, he was definitely flirting. Lexi couldn’t help but crack a smile.

About the Author:Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She currently resides with her husband in the U.S. When Kate is not busy writing, she can be found on the tennis court –yes, there’s even ‘love’ in that game too.

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A Kiss in the Shadows by Lily Danes and Eve Kincaid – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_AKissInTheShadowsErin Grady is used to taking care of people. That’s why she’s thrilled to finally realize her dream of opening a clinic…and why she’s willing to overlook where the money came from—until a determined prosecutor comes sniffing around.

Will Patton is desperate to leave the small fogbound town of Lost Coast Harbor and build a real career for himself. But to do that, he’ll need to expose the dirty police chief—and betray the woman who makes him wonder if he’s leaving town too soon.

But the corruption in Lost Coast Harbor runs deep and wide—and exposing the truth will require Erin and Will to expose their hearts…no matter the risk.

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Will moved closer and reached past her, setting his wine next to hers and the nearness took her breath away. She raised her chin to look him in the eye to protest his bullying, but found herself speechless again, her heart pounding and unable to pull her gaze from his eyes, hooded with need.

God, kiss me. Again. And again.

He reached up and slipped a hand behind her neck, his fingers stroking the soft skin on her nape. Each brush fired her nerves, a heat that spread throughout her body.

This was crazy. She wasn’t into one-night stands, or hookups, or even casual flings. But her last relationship had ended a couple years earlier. She was due, damn it. She was a grown woman and could decide to have casual sex if she wanted to. Just because that wasn’t her usual style, didn’t mean it was necessarily a bad idea. She was just too busy, and worked too many nights. And she knew too much about any potential partner, the hazard of living in a small town for most of one’s life.

Will’s lips brushed across hers and his hand tightened on her neck and any moral objection she might have had flew out the window. Her heart pounded as the kiss grew deeper, more demanding. She inhaled the faint hint of his scent and the rough friction from the slight scruff on his face overwhelmed her. She ran a hand up his hard chest, flattening her palm to feel as much of him as possible.


His gruff whisper didn’t make sense, but the sound made her shiver. Before she could respond, he kissed her again. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him closer. It wasn’t enough.

About the Authors:Like so many good ideas, Lost Coast Harbor was inspired by a few rounds of margaritas. One sunny afternoon, Lily Danes and Eve Kincaid went to a Mexican restaurant for snacks and tequila and left with the idea for a new series. Inspired by their love of noir movies and 1940s crime novels, they imagined a gritty small town full of crime and corruption, where intrigue and mystery can lead to love and passion.

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Fly Away by Kristin Hannah – Spotlight and Giveaway

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As teenagers in the seventies, Tully Hart and Kate Mularky were inseparable. Tully, with her make-up and her halter tops, was the coolest girl in school. Kate, with her glasses and her high water jeans, was the geeky outsider. But chance and circumstance brought them together and through the decades they were devoted to each other. This was the story of Tully and Kate which began on a quiet street called Firefly Lane. Best friends forever.

But sometimes stories end, and we have to find a way to begin again.

Now, years later, Tully is a woman trying to deal with the loss of her best friend. She wants to fulfill her promise to Kate—to be there for Kate’s children, but it’s a promise she has no idea how to carry out. What does brash, lonely, ambitious Tully know about being part of a family?

Kate’s daughter, sixteen-year-old Marah Ryan, is as lost in her grief as Tully is…until she falls in love with a young man who makes her smile again and leads her into his dangerous, shadowy world.

Tully’s mother, Dorothy Hart, is an unstable woman who abandoned her child too many times in the past and ultimately broke her heart. Now, when Tully is in danger of losing everything and is more vulnerable and alone than she’s been since she put those rough childhood years behind her, Dorothy returns once more, desperate for another chance to be a good mother. But can she be trusted this time? To help her daughter, Dorothy must face her darkest fears and reveal the terrible secret in her past—only then can she become the mother her wounded daughter needs.

In Fly Away, tragedy will bring these three women together and set them on a poignant, powerful journey of redemption. Each has lost her way and they will need each other—and maybe a miracle—to transform their lives…

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September 2, 2010
10:14 pm
She felt a little woozy. It was nice, like being wrapped in a warm-from-the-dryer blanket. But when she came to, and saw where she was, it wasn’t so nice.

She was sitting on a closed toilet seat in a restroom stall, slumped over, with tears drying on her cheeks. How long had she been here? She got slowly to her feet and left the bathroom, pushing her way through the theater’s crowded lobby, ignoring the judgmental looks cast her way by the beautiful people drinking champagne beneath a glittering, nineteenth century chandelier. The movie must be over.

Outside, she kicked her ridiculous patent leather pumps into the shadows. In her expensive black nylons, she walked in the spitting rain down the dirty Seattle sidewalk toward home.

A bright pink Martini Bar sign caught her attention. A few people were clustered together outside the front door, smoking and talking beneath a protective overhang.

Even as she vowed to pass by, she found herself turning, reaching for the door, going inside. She slipped into the dark, crowded interior and headed straight for the long, mahogany bar.

“What can I get for you?” asked a thin, artsy-looking man with hair the color of a tangerine and more hardware on his face than Sears carried in the nuts and bolts aisle.

“Tequila straight shot,” she said.

She drank the first shot and ordered another. The loud music comforted her. She drank another straight shot and swayed to the beat. All around her people were talking and laughing. It felt a little like she was part of all that activity.

A man in an expensive Italian suit sidled up beside her. He was tall and obviously fit, with blond hair that had been carefully cut and styled. Banker, probably, or corporate lawyer. Too young for her, of course. He couldn’t be much past thirty-five. How long was he there, trolling for a date, looking for the best looking woman in the room? One drink, two?

Finally, he turned to her. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew who she was and that small recognition seduced her. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I don’t know. Can you?” Was she slurring her words? That wasn’t good. And she couldn’t think clearly.

His gaze moved from her face, down to her breasts, and then back to her face. It was a look that stripped past any pretense. “I’d say a drink at the very least.”

“I don’t usually pick up strangers,” she lied. Lately, there were only strangers in her life. Everyone else, everyone who mattered, had forgotten about her. She could really feel that Xanax kicking in now, or was it the tequila?

He touched her chin, a jawline caress that made her shiver. The boldness of it, just touching her; no one did that anymore. “I’m Troy,” he said.

She looked up into his blue eyes and felt the bone crushing weight of her loneliness. When was the last time a man had wanted her? She couldn’t even remember.

“I’m Tully Hart,” she said.

“I know.”

He kissed her. He tasted sweet, of some kind of liquor, and of cigarettes. Or maybe pot. She wanted to lose herself in pure physical sensation, to dissolve like a bit of candy.

She wanted to forget everything that had gone wrong with her life, and how it was that she’d ended up in a place like this, alone in a sea of strangers.

“Kiss me again,” she said, hating the pathetic pleading she heard in her voice. It was how she’d sounded as a child, back when she’d been a little girl with her nose pressed to the window, waiting for her mother to return. What’s wrong with me? that little girl had asked anyone who would listen, but there had never been an answer. Tully reached out for him, pulling him close, but even as he kissed her and pressed his body into hers, she felt herself starting to cry, and when her tears started, there was no way to hold them back.
September 3, 2010
2:01 am
Tully was the last person to leave the bar. The doors banged shut behind her; the neon sign hissed and clicked off. It was past two now; the Seattle streets were empty. Hushed.

Traffic made the pavement hum beneath her bare feet. She made her way down the slick sidewalk, a little unsteady on her feet. A man had kissed her – a stranger – and she’d started to cry.

Pathetic. No wonder he’d backed away.

Rain pelted her, almost overwhelmed her. She thought about stopping, tilting her head back and drinking it in until she drowned.

That would be good. Drowning.

It seemed to take hours to get home. At her condominium building, she pushed past the doorman without making eye contact.

In the elevator, she saw herself in the wall of mirrors.

Oh, God.

She looked terrible. Her auburn hair – in need of coloring – was a bird’s nest, mascara ran like war paint down her cheeks.

The elevator doors opened and she stepped out into the hallway. Her balance was so off it took four tries to get her key into the lock. By the time she opened the door, she was dizzy and her headache had roared back to life.

Somewhere between the dining room and the living room, she banged into a chrome side table and almost fell. Only a last minute Hail Mary grab for the sofa saved her. She sank onto the thick, down filled white cushion with a sigh. The table in front of her was piled high with mail. Bills and magazines. Junk mail.

She slumped back and closed her eyes, thinking what a mess her life had become.

“Damn you, Katie Ryan,” she whispered to the best friend who wasn’t there. This loneliness was unbearable. But her best friend was gone. Dead. That was what had started all of it. Losing Kate. How pitiful was that? Tully had begun to plummet at her best friend’s death and she hadn’t been able to pull out of the dive. “I need you.” Then she screamed it: “I need you!”


She let her head fall forward. Did she fall asleep? Maybe…

When she opened her eyes again, she stared, bleary-eyed, at the pile of mail on her coffee table. A Star magazine lay on top – a small, business card size photograph of her was in the upper right corner. Beneath her name was a single, terrible word.


She reached forward, grabbed the magazine. It was a small story; not even a full page.

The Real Story behind the rumors.

Aging isn’t easy for any woman in the public eye, but it may be proving especially difficult for Tully Hart, the ex-star of the once phenom talk show The Girlfriend Hour. Ms. Hart’s goddaughter, Marah Ryan, contacted Star exclusively. Ms. Ryan, 20, confirms that the fifty-year-old Hart has been struggling lately with demons she’s had all her life. In recent months, Hart has “gained an alarming amount of weight” and been abusing drugs and alcohol, according to Ms. Ryan–


The betrayal hurt so badly she couldn’t breathe. She read the rest of the story and then let the magazine slide to the floor.

The pain she’d been holding at bay for months, years, roared to life, sucking her into the bleakest, loneliest place she’d ever been. For the first time, she couldn’t even imagine crawling out of this pit.

She staggered to her feet, her vision blurred by tears, and reached for her car keys. She couldn’t live like this anymore.

Copyright @ Kristin Hannah 2013

About the Author: 4_3 kristen Hannah_72dpi (2)KRISTIN HANNAH is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty-one novels. A former lawyer turned writer, she is the mother of one son and lives with her husband in the Pacific Northwest and Hawaii. Visit her at or on Facebook.

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One Night In His Custody by Teri Fowler

One Night In His Custody by Teri Fowler
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short Story (58 pgs)
Other: BDSM, M/F, Toys, Spanking
Rating: 4 stars
Reviewed by Fern

When Olivia Fitzgerald gets a bit tipsy on a friend’s hen night, the last thing she expects is trouble with a policeman. Even worse, the policeman is her ex, Michael Williams.
Michael stops her from getting arrested and insists on seeing her home. Olivia can’t resist the urge to ask the question that has haunted her since they split—why did he never have sex with her?

Michael just wants to get Olivia home without revealing that he is still in love with her. But Olivia ends up in his arms, begging him to take her to bed. He doesn’t want to reject her again, even if he is on duty, but he just can’t imagine a good girl like Olivia allowing him to do the dirty things he’d always longed to do with her.

Can he dare to hope she might still love him after she spends one night in his custody?

Olivia Fitzgerald is at a friend’s hen’s night and has had a few too many tequila slammers. Michael Williams was a long ago ex boyfriend and now is a policeman. When two of Olivia’s friends “assault” Michael, he and his partner are forced to arrest them. Incredibly drunk – and a little jealous of the attention – Olivia soon finds herself pressed against the police car and Michael’s rock hard body. Despite their past, Olivia and Michael had never had sex. This time Olivia isn’t going to take no for an answer – but Michael also has a few tricks up his sleeve.

This is a steamy novella full of spunky characters and a lovely bit of kink. I enjoyed how Michael is controlling, but not a jerk about it. I thought it was clear from the outset he still held a torch for Olivia, and she clearly hadn’t ever fully got over his refusal to have sex with her. While the set up of their meeting – a bunch of drunken girls being nabbed by the cops for outrageous behaviour – wasn’t very new, I found Michael and Olivia’s situation and their characters were fresh enough to have me invested in their relationship and interested in how things would progress between them. I was also impressed by how Michael had enough control over himself to leave Olivia while she was drunk and not really able to properly consent to his full wishes. I felt this spoke a lot about his character and put him in a positive light.

While not for the faint of heart, there’s nothing too offensive or over the top kink wise in this book. Some restraints, oral sex and a bit of spanking certainly makes for spicy reading – but I didn’t find it really pushed the envelope. I’d think this would be a good book to recommend people who like some kink in their erotic reading but nothing truly “out there”. I enjoyed reading about Michael and Olivia and while I found their coming together a little too smooth to be realistic or believable, it was a really great read and something I’d happily read again when the mood strikes. Recommended.

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Melissa Schroeder  I think it would have to be Top Gun. I am not the biggest Tom Cruise fan, but the scene itself was an amazing blend of sensuality and romance. It probably has something to do with the fact the movie came out my senior year in high school 😉

Karen Stivali  I was trying to think of something more obscure but my brain kept coming back to The Notebook. The scene where Noah and Ali make love for the first time, after so many years of longing, and so much misunderstanding and heartache just gets me every time. There’s heat and desire (not to mention rain) and they can’t wait another second to have one another. It’s steamy and sexy and so full of emotion. It’s a totally swoonworthy scene.

Heidi Lynn Anderson  The scene in Top Gun when Tom Cruse and Kelly Mcgillis go at for the first time.

Brenna Lyons  The scene from the uncut version of the original Terminator movie. Why? There’s something inherently touching about how desperate Kyle Reese is to touch Sarah Connor. He’s crossed through time to not only save her but to meet the woman he’s obsessed over for so long. When pressed about his relationships, he admits to her what he feels, expecting that she will rebuff him, and when he learns Sarah wants him, he’s completely unrestrained.

Erin M. Leaf I recently watched Friends With Benefits and nearly died laughing at one of the love scenes: the hero and heroine are having fun, but suddenly he jumps out of bed and runs for the bathroom. He needs to pee. It takes a while. The heroine makes funny faces, but the funniest part is listening to him complain as he tries to go with a serious, um, mechanical issue. 🙂

Wendi Zwaduk I love the scene in The Goodbye Girl when Elliott and Paula are laying in bed and she asks him what color to paint the bedroom. He replies, Successful. I love it because it’s not overtly sexual, but you get the idea these two people are totally invested in each other.

Sandra Bunino  I love the rowboat rain scene from The Notebook. Allie is all made up in the rowboat with Noah. The rain comes and soaks them both. Her hair falls wet over her shoulders and washes away her make up. They look at each other and laugh… bam, the chemistry is back.

She gets out on the dock and says it wasn’t over for her. Then Noah says. “It wasn’t over, It still isn’t over.” And they kiss. Gah! It gets me every time. *dabs eyes*

Megan Slayer I’m not sure that I have one. I love when Harvey Milk (Sean Penn) and Scott (James Franco) hook up in the beginning of the movie, Milk. So cheesy, but romantic.

Renea Mason I don’t watch a lot of movies so I’d have to go with the pottery scene in Ghost. So sensual. So tender. The movie encapsulates so many emotions–love, fear, grief, longing, desire.

To contrast this, even through it might be cheating since it’s a TV show and not a movie, I’d have to say it’s tie between the graveyard scene with Bill in season one and the scene when Eric and Sookie finally get to it on True Blood. Both scenes are red hot scorching!

Jessica E. Subject Neytiri and Jake Sully in Avatar.

Avril Ashton  The piano scene in Pretty Woman

Maxine Mansfield The scene in the pouring rain from the movie The Notebook. It never gets old. Every time I watch it, I still feel that moment of surprise when they first kiss.

Julia Talbot The Big Easy. Dennis Quaid convinces Ellen Barkin she can have an orgasm.

BA Tortuga The fight scene between Brad and Angelina in Mr. and Mrs. Smith — hot and funny and a little violent. 😉

Kayelle Allen I loved the scene in Last of the Mohicans when the hero picks up the heroine and slides her down the front of his body, into his arms, and kisses her. She reacts to him with abandon, and throws her arms around his neck. It’s such a sensual, sexual kiss that if they didn’t have their clothes on and weren’t standing up, you’d think they were actually having sex. It has to be the hottest sex scene ever filmed with two characters who were fully dressed.

Denyse Bridger I have to go back to my all time favourite movie for this, and it’s a classic scene… in Gone With the Wind when Rhett is drunk and Scarlett comes into the room – the undercurrents are tension laden, and seductive, there’s something raw and sensual because it’s the first time they are so truly honest in their responses to each other… then when he finally snaps and carries her up the staircase and into their bedroom – you just know that was an amazing night of intense passion and discovery.

Anya Richards  There is a scene that has stuck with me over many, many years and it was the first one that came to mind when I saw this question. It was in the movie “The Turning Point”, with Mikhail Baryshnikov. It was erotic and athletic and graceful and I remember being completely enthralled…and left wishing I was far more nimble than I am in reality!

Dee Brice  In the Big Easy, when Ellen Barkin goes absolutely nuts while Dennis Quaid seduces her. Of course, at that point, we have coitus interrupts.

Diana Hunter The final scene of The Secretary – after they’re married and he takes her while she’d tied to a tree. Why is it my favorite? Have you read my books????

Lynne Connolly The final scene from “Casablanca” when he says “We’ll always have Paris.”

Charlotte Boyett-Compo Not a movie but a television series: Banshee, episode 8. Our soul-wounded hero has been betrayed by the woman he loves more than his own life…a woman he spent 15 years in prison to protect…has betrayed him to her father, a Ukranian mobster intent on torturing our hero to death. He manages to escape and when he returns to his home, he finds her waiting for him. The subsequent love scene is filled with such sadness, angst, pathos and sensuality, it will bring tears to your eyes. No one does sad eyes and a wounded expression as well as Antony Starr.

Sharita Lira Fave love scene? One of them is the scene with Akasha and LeStat from Queen of the Damned. I know, the movie isn’t all that great but the two of them in the tub of floating roses, biting one another… ohh… *shivers*

Cameron D. James  This isn’t a movie, but the first sex scene between Nathan and Stuart in the UK Queer As Folk was smoking hot. It had the enticing age difference and Stuart taking Nathan’s virginity. There was lots of nudity and sensuousness… it was hot.

Christie Butler  It’s not really a love scene, but my favorite romantic scene is from The Year of Living Dangerously when Mel Gibson goes to the party at the British Embassy to steal Sigourney Weaver away. At first she refuses, but then she goes with him and they drive through a check point and their car gets shot up and then they can’t keep their hands off each other. Hot

Alexandra Christian For a romance novelist, I’m probably not the most romantic of all people. I don’t like what you’d call “date movies” and therefore, sweet love scenes bore me. However, I do have an extensive list that might be a bit odd. Probably the best one, the one I go back to over and over again when I’m thinking about putting together a scene, is from 1939’s”Gone With the Wind.” Scarlett is home from a party after being caught kissing her best friend’s husband. When she arrives, her husband Rhett is waiting for her, drunk and angry. He’s desperately in love with Scarlett, but knows that she only has eyes for Ashley. The two engage in a heated, but passionate argument over a bottle of brandy and finally Rhett grabs her and says “This is one night you won’t shut me out.” He picks her up, kicking and screaming and carries her off up the stairs. I saw that movie the first time when I was eleven years old and even then I could see the sexiness of that scene. In fact, I’m getting hot just thinkin’ about it….

Sabrina York I don’t know if it counts as a love scene (coming from an erotic author) but my favorite love scene of all time is from the Princess Bride, when Buttercup shoves Wesley down the ravine, snarling “You can die, too, for all I care!” And he responds with, “As you wish!” She realizes the Dread Pirate Roberts is her one true love and flings herself after him. To me that is the most romantic moment ever. Also, it’s funny. I find funny sexy.

Rory Ni Coileain  I can’t choose between the love scenes in Rob Roy. There’s one where Rob and Mary are trying to have some husband/wife time in the one-room cottage they share with their kids, very quietly so as not to wake the young’uns, And there’s one under a standing stone, not far from the cottage… sweet and hot and two people totally in love with one another.

Lucy Felthouse Hmm, it’s not a movie, so I’m breaking the rules already, sorry! But there’s an episode of Supernatural (my favourite show) where Sam Winchester (my favourite character) has extremely hot, forbidden sex with a demon, Ruby. I’m not sure if it was because the two actors had real-life chemistry (they’re now married with their second kid on the way), but I thought it was super hot and imagined myself in Ruby’s place many a time!

Eden Bradley One of my favorites(I have a LOT!) is from the movie Love and Other Drugs with Anne Hathaway and Jake Gyllenhaal. It’s the first time they have sex-one of those scenes where they’re so hot for each other they can barely wait until they get in the door-they do it on her kitchen floor! It was the first time I got why Jake is sexy-and boy, is he sexy!

Cassandra Carr  It’s not because it’s ultra-romantic or anything, but I find it hilarious. The love scene near the end of One Fine Day with Michelle Pfeiffer and George Clooney. He looks absolutely flummoxed when she runs away from him and goes into the bathroom, where she’s seen shaving her legs, brushing her teeth, and then going to her room to change into something sexier. By the time she comes out, poor George is asleep.

JB McDonald  Honestly? I hate love scenes in movies. Usually all I can think is, “His lips look so puffy,” or “Ouch, that nose squish looked painful,” or, “I’ve tried kissing under the shower spray and I HATED it. I wonder if her face is too hot/too cold or if she feels like she’s drowning right now, too?” or some other such thing.

No, give me a written scene where I can mentally make it as awesome as I want, and the bits I would find uncomfortable are shown to be fantastic for that character. I much prefer that!

Savanna Fox  The first love scene from “The Big Easy,” with Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin. She’s a buttoned-up lawyer and he’s a charming, sexy, bad-boy New Orleans cop. The love scene is steamy, fun, and tender – and oh man, did he have a great body! She says that she’s never had much luck with sex and he says, “Your luck’s about to change.” Can any woman watch that scene and not want to be her?

Amanda Young  My favorite sex scene in a movie is from the film Shortbus. Rather than naming one scene in particular though, I’d have to recommend watching the entire movie. It’s so evocative, thought provoking, and titillating. Knowing the actors aren’t faking the sex is pretty inspiring as well. 😀

R.G. Alexander  Despite all the profoundly dirty scenes I have written-many of them menage…sexy love scenes in movies occasionally make me blush and hide my face in my pillow. It’s true. My husband and family tease me about it all the time. But if we’re talking about LOVE, then I have tons. I used to cry when I watched the end of An Affair to Remember “It was the nearest thing to heaven, you were there.”

And I love that scene from the most recent Pride and Prejudice “You have bewitched me body and soul and I love, I love, I love you” *sigh*

I love the horrible singing in public at the end of Matchmaker, and the running and nearly dying to jump on the trolley in Defending Your Life (I’m a sucker for people who make fools of themselves for love) I also always loved While You Were Sleeping, and Love Actually-not any one scene as much as the entire movie. I’m a fool for love…which, I think, means I chose the right profession. *G*

Lainey Reese Viggo Mortensen in A History Of Violence. The scene on the stairs. Wow. It’s so full of passion and anger and desperation. It churns up my insides every time.

They love each other so desperately and when he thinks she is going to leave him…the caveman in him rears up, he chases her down and reclaims her right on the stairs. All fire and fury and hard pounding…Mine, Mine, MINE. I like.

There are so many beautiful love scenes, Shakespeare in Love, Pretty Woman, The Notebook and Dirty Dancing. They all move me and make me breathless. But…the one that sticks with me. The one scene that makes me squirmy…it’s that one. What can I say? I’ll take a cave man over a poet any day.

MK Schiller  It has to be ‘you had me at hello’ – Jerry Maguire. The reason I love this is because of the redemption of the main character. I love it when guys get makeovers in movies and he got a huge internal makeover for sure!

Leah Braemel  The scene in Ghost that starts with Patrick Swayze joining Demi Moore at the clay wheel. OMG I love that scene. The tenderness that Patrick Swayze shows, neither caring about the messiness of the clay, the sheer passion between them.

Victoria Blisse  Oh, I absolutely adore the scene in City of Angels…mmm, half naked Nicholas Cage…*drifts into a daydream*

Jennifer Leeland  I think my absolute favorite love scene in a movie is “Persuasion” with Amanda Root who plays Anne. The scene where she is speaking to Captain Harville and says the best line ever “If I may, so long as the woman you love lives, and lives for you, all the privilege I claim for my own sex, and it is not a very enviable one – you need not covet it, is that of loving longest when all hope is gone.” and Captain Wentworth, the man she’s loved for years, listens intently. He quickly writes her a letter, an impassioned plea that declares his love in the MOST BEAUTIFUL WAY. I love that scene. The emotions are off the chart.

Kate Deveaux  Cosmos making love to Shirley Valentine when he kisses her stretch marks, it is so realistic it is erotic and funny!

Ayla Ruse  No, not one. Two come to mind and they both rank high for me: Pretty Woman – where Richard Gere and Julia Roberts kiss for the first time then make love. The second is Dirty Dancing – where Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey dance then make love for the first time. Hmm, seems I have a thing for firsts.

Fiona McGier   I love the scene from Mr. and Mrs. Smith where Brad Pitt and Angeline Jolie are fighting, beating the crap out of each other, trying to prove who is better. The next minute they’re devouring each other, having sex on the broken glass, because they can’t fight their attraction for one more second! Phew! What passion! What intensity! And I do love me some Brad Pitt (before he started wearing his hair so long.)

Sarah Castille  Bridges of Madison County – The scene with the cars in the rain. Sob.

Anna Alexander The one I remember most is the one from Top Gun. I was a kid going, “Oh my god! I see his tongue going into her mouth!” Blew my young mind.

Cathryn Cade  Oh, that would be The Last of the Mohicans. Hawkeye (Daniel Day-Lewis) and Cora (Madeleine Stowe) are in a crowded fort on the American frontier, crammed with refugees from the French & Indian Wars. They are mad with love and passion, but the only way they can be together is against a wall in a dark corner of the stockade, because no one must discover them. At daybreak they may die a horrible death, so they have only this moment. So intense!

Luna Zega  The Big Easy—one of the scenes between Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin. They are making out and he slips his hand up her skirt. They don’t actually get anywhere because he gets called out to a grisly murder or something, but the heat and passion in the scene makes my heart palpitate.

Lila Shaw  I love the unexpected displays of passion, when hate / disdain / aggravation does an unexpected U-Turn…like when Mr. Darcy suddenly shows up and declares his love for Lizzy Bennett when previously she thought he disliked her … George Bailey grabbing, shaking and kissing Mary Hatch in It’s A Wonderful Life after he’s told her to get lost… Ethan Hawke kissing Winona Ryder in Reality Bites after they bicker when she returns from her date with another man. He’s raking her over the coals for her behavior one second, pouring his soul into that first stolen kiss the next.

Kate Hill  Definitely the love scenes in Role/Play. That movie was a truly great romance. Tender and sexy with some funny moments as well as serious ones. The sex scenes were hot but emotional as well. That’s what made them my favorites.

Heather Long Tequila Sunrise – Mel Gibson and Michelle Pfeiffer in the steam room. Yowza.

Jean Hart Stewart  Love the last scene of a Summer to Remember, where Cary Grant finds out why Deborah Kerr has been avoiding him. He’s sees her wheel chair and realizes she’s been loathe to have him care for her out of pity. The look on his face is wonderful.

Desirée Lee  Oh wow, my mind totally drew a blank on this one. Is it weird that I can’t remember any off the top of my head? I guess I need to watch more romantic movies.

If we can count a TV show though, I loved the scene in Game of Thrones where Daenerys Targaryen finally took the upper hand with Khal Drogo during one of their sexual encounters – and he found having her be the dominant one enjoyable.

Nina Pierce  I think my favorite romantic comedy of all time is “50 First Dates” with Adam Sandler. I love the part where they show them falling in love and he gets a “first kiss” every night. I know it’s more than one scene, but it’s so sweet and romantic.

Bobbi Brattz  There are too many erotic scenes to choose from, however, in the movie ‘Ghost’, Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore made clay into a hot and steamy lava. I only imagined it was hot fudge…honestly!

Tonya Renee Callihan  The Notebook! When Noah and Allie make it back to the deck, there is anger, confusion and want. And it’s sexy and passionate. And I love the rain!

Gale Stanley  Bangkok Love Story. A hitman falls for his target. The setting is beautiful, the men are eye candy, and the love story is heartbreaking. There’s a bath scene on a rooftop that leads to sex. OMG! So HOT!!

Naomi Bellina One of my absolute favorites is from A Fish Called Wanda. Not really a romance movie, but I love when John Cleese starts speaking Russian to Jamie Lee Curtis. She gets turned on by foreign accents and up to this point has had to do with a cheesy imitation Italian from her latest lover. You can see the spark in her eyes when John starts to speak the real thing. She ends up crawling on the floor with lust. It’s a delightfully hot, funny moment.

Kemberlee Shortland It’s not from a movie but an episode of Hell on Wheels. When Cullen and Lily finally make love. The expressions on each actor’s face looks genuine and believable. It felt almost sinful to watch them. The music (Annabel by The Duhks) was perfect for this union. Gives me chills every time I watch this scene —
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Hurri Cosmo  It’s not necessarily a making love scene but the one that comes to mind first is the scene from Ghost at the potters wheel.

Trina Lane  I have to only pick one?! So the part of me with a twisted sarcastic sense of humor wants to say the sex scene from “Team America: World Police” because what’s better than two puppets getting it on. In every position, in every way. And some I didn’t need to see on a big screen. 🙂

Now the more romantic side of me would choose the scene from Latter Days. There was something completely sensual and freeing about when those two men finally gave into their attraction. I probably hit rewind on my netflix control a dozen times.

Elyzabeth M. VaLey  Mmmm… I think I’m going to go with the first kiss between the characters. That first touching of lips always holds a special significance 🙂


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The hero, Chase Sanders, is a smart, sexy guy who is not turned on by the fact that the heroine, Kate Wells, is a blonde bombshell. However, he is attracted to her 170 I.Q.—so he spends the book finding ways to make her talk his version of dirty to him—chemical names for explosive chemicals, lists of obscure gun facts, and more.

“It made him so different and unique that I had a blast finding things to turn him on and it’s erotic romance, so she has a lot of smart things to say,” Mia told me with a laugh.

I asked her if Mia was her real name.

“Mia Downing is a pen name, and my editor gave it to me. I was fresh out of ideas, and she said, ‘I think Mia Downing would be perfect for you.’ And since she names everything else I do (like my books, because my titles really suck pickles) I took it.”

Mia started writing in fourth grade because she hated the way Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH ended.

“I wanted a sequel because I didn’t like the fact that those rats who could talk were off in a valley, and we didn’t know which rats lived, and why couldn’t the mice visit? So they visited, and it was awesome. I wrote 50 pages of story in pencil in a notebook. It was probably horrible, but I was hooked then,” she explained.

In creative writing in college, she wrote stories that “made people argue like a bad Jerry Springer show,” she told me.

“They didn’t like that my chain-smoking heroine sat with a gun and contemplated her sorry life while waited to murder her drug-dealing, cheating, flea-bag husband. Why didn’t she get help, why was murder her only solution? I actually left to have a cigarette in the cafeteria (it was cool to do so then) and I came back and they were STILL fighting. I think I got an A, but more importantly, I learned that good writing will make people have strong feelings, both good and bad.

“I got into erotic romance because I liked the money, and the idea that it was just words, written for money, and I wouldn’t care about the characters or subject matter. How stupid was I? I love my smutty characters, and I think they actually have more levels of depth than other characters I’ve written because there’s no ceiling on what they can feel or how they need to show it. I also like the money,” she admitted with a grin.

“What, in your opinion, are the most important elements of good writing?” I wondered.

“Good dialogue. I want the snappy back and forth between characters that entertains and enlightens, but serves to move the story forward. I also want depth, and conversations that will take place in anyone’s life if they were in the same shoes. The last part I like is dialogue that sounds like the character. There’s nothing worse than a book where everyone sounds alike, or a series that has heroes that all sound alike. It’s important they be different.”

Mia has an interested way to make sure all her characters do sound different. She writes all her scenes in dialogue, with no tags (he said, she said). Then she puts the scene away for a while. Then she goes back and sees if she can tell which character is speaking. She will add in tags when the conversation isn’t clear and, also, add in the thoughts needed to be heard by the character with the most at stake.

“James Frey has great exercises in his how to write books that help authors develop great dialogue. I think it helped me!” she said.

Mia has recently finished a male/male erotic romance that she’s excited about.

“I never intended to write m/m, said I would never do it, thought it was out of my comfort zone, and then my editor asked me to write her something to fill a spot. I dragged my feet but then saw it as a challenge, sort of like the tough guy on the playground saying you’re chicken. I don’t back down from a challenge I can win, so I jumped. It doesn’t have a title at the moment, so you’ll have to check in with the blog and see what it will be christened,” she said. “The story is about Jordan, who has inherited half of an island paradise and a business partner, Ryan, both guys around thirty. Jordan wants to sell, Ryan can’t afford to buy his share and fears developers will ruin everything that is good about his island. In the midst of it all, the two are mourning the loss of a mutual friend and loved one, and he’s the one who brought them together. This story is very hot but very conflicted and hopefully deep. My test reader cried. We’ll see if my editor cries, too. That’s always a good gauge of writing. If your stoic editor cries at the sad stuff and squirms in a good way when the characters get busy, then you are doing something right. I wrote this story during an interesting time, since I had just lost my real job during the sale of the business, so I needed a huge challenge. I kept chanting, write faster, and got through the stress. Interestingly enough, I started the week before I found out I was losing my job, and finished my last day of work. So it’s full of sadness and conflict, because I was sad and conflicted in a different way.”

I asked her, “How do you come up with the titles to your books?”

“Lots of tequila, a dart board and those magnets with words on them that you can string together and make poems. None of these are used together. Well, the tequila is used with everything. Tossing darts at choices seems to be a good solution, sober or not. The magnets don’t seem to stick to the dart board, so I put those on the fridge and play with them when I get lemons for the tequila shots.” She then admitted, “Actually, in all truthfulness, my esteemed editor names them all. Exceeding Boundaries was something else two times before we hit that name. Spy Games: Trained for Seduction was hard to name, and it had a different name, too. Finally, I got really smart and just stopped trying to title my books and started to send them in with the character’s name on the file. Jake’s book, Spy Games: Lethal Limits, was submitted as Jake. The new m/m is going by Jordan at this point. I did name Spy Games: Endgame, and I haven’t convinced my editor to let me keep the title yet. I want this title something fierce, enough to fly to her house and clean it, and not the ‘sweep the dirt under the rug’ version of clean, either. I don’t like to clean, and I think her house is as messy as mine, because she’s always working. But I’d go forth and clean. Endgame has to do with Charlotte waiting for final mission, a suicide mission where she will take down the bad men that took everything from her. Endgame is a stage in chess where you are setting the pieces for the final run to checkmate. Charlotte wants her endgame pieces to move fast and furious until she meets her hero, Aaron. Then she can’t seem to get the pieces to slow down!”

Finally, I asked, “What advice would you give an author who wants to write erotica?”

“Read the genre, but then write what you’re comfortable with. For example, there are many stories that are rated as wonderful that I just don’t relate with, like infidelity. I just don’t find cheating on your lover to be with the hero/heroine of a book to be acceptable. Therefore, writing to that market wouldn’t work for me. By reading the genre, I know what people expect, what level of heat I’m comfortable with, and what subject material interests me the most.”

About the Author: Mia Downing started creating heroes at age four, but her heroes then rode ponies to rescue the princess, and only kissed her on the cheek. Today, Mia’s heroes still rescue princesses, but the price of their toys and the expertise of their seduction leads to a lot more than a peck on the cheek. When Mia isn’t busy creating new stories for her readers she fills in as an underwear model for a prestigious lingerie company. She also lives in CT with her family, and enjoys horses and knitting.

Emma Walters didn’t choose to be a spy, but when her crazy father was caught selling bombs to the wrong people, she was given a choice–become a spy or rot in jail. Her exciting new life as agent Kate Wells becomes more so when she discovers her new boss is the agent–undercover and investigating her father at the time–who took her to third base. Emma is already in half in love with the dark and dangerous Chase Sanders. Kate wants nothing more than for him to finish what he started, but he’s the devil incarnate. And one doesn’t make deals or fall in love with the devil.

If someone had told Chase he’d fall in love with a certain virgin when he was on his last mission, he would have shot them dead, sniper style. She was nothing more than collateral damage, damn it. But watching the sexy new spy morph into a bombshell killing machine is too much to bear. So when the powers that be command him to train her in the art of seduction for her first–and possibly last–mission, he’s scared witless. Making love to Kate means preparing her for sex with another man.

Somehow, Chase has to find a way to get Kate in–and out–of her mission without dying. And without falling in love.