Sexiest Rock Stars (And What Makes Them So Hot!) by Dawn Ryder – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by the publisher to celebrate the upcoming release of Dawn Ryder’s newest release, Rock Me Two Times, on November 3. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the post to win a copy of the book.

Sexiest Rock Stars (And What Makes Them So Hot!) with Dawn Ryder

Rock Stars…some are just lick-able….

Let’s face it, there is something about a man in leather, who can bring a stadium to its feet. I know there are all sorts of different music out there but heavy metal in all its formats has a certain, gut-wrenching appeal that just gets girls wanting to squeal. So here’s one of my favorites:

I’m going with a classic, Elvis Presley – This icon had a lot of the elements I felt were essential to my hero, Syon, in Rock Me Two Times. One was his love of his music. Elvis actually recorded more songs than most musicians ever do. He wanted to have a television show that showed him and his band working out new music, but was told it wouldn’t hold the attention of their audience. That sort of devotion to his craft amazes me. Elvis had music in his soul, I mean, he actually thought in it. I wanted Syon to be that way, to have his music be the root of his entire being and to have Kate come in and recognize the artist in him.

There are so many types of passion, and music is one that the world stops and listens to. If I’m lucky, someday, one of my books will captivate a reader just as completely as some of the great songs out there that everyone knows.

10_29 dawn Rock Me Two Times coverFirst in Dawn Ryder’s sizzling new Rock Band series.

Rock star Syon Braden writes and plays the most extreme—and profitable—music from the depths of his shredded heart. He’s got a double platinum record, adoring fans, and success for his band Toxsin—but it’s what he can’t have that he craves. Custom leather designer Kate Napier has her sights set on success, and that means keeping irresistible rock stars like Syon out of her bed. The chance to tour with the band and provide them with a fantastic custom wardrobe is too major an opportunity to turn down. But immersion in the dark, wild world of Toxsin on tour means Kate’s about to get rocked…hard…body and soul.

Enjoy an excerpt:

The Staples Center was roaring.

It sounded like a tsunami coming in, or a freight train passing three feet in front of her face. It was more than sound; there was a vibration that traveled through her body, all the way down to her bones. There was a current in the air that practically crackled with excitement.

The bodyguard-slash-security guy showed Kate up to a private box. She followed because she didn’t want to squeal like a little girl and ask to be taken home.

She’d never lost her head like this before.

It was embarrassing on an epic scale. She was pissed at herself for rolling over so easily for a man who wouldn’t recall her name by the end of the night.

The box had plush seats and an open rail overlooking the stage. The lights went down, and the drummer started up. The beat was infectious, taking over her heart until she was sure the muscle was keeping the same rhythm.

The crowd roared again, thrusting their hands up into the air as two guitars joined the drummer. Her nipples puckered again, her memory offering up an image of Syon arching back as he played those final chords. It was like he was pushing the music out of himself, almost as if he were giving birth.

On stage, he was just as raw.

Syon took command of the space completely. The audience ate him up.

And were they screaming. Syon worked them just as skillfully as he did his guitar. He really was lord of all he surveyed. Kate discovered herself leaning forward, being drawn toward the spellbinding energy pulsing on the stage. Sitting still was impossible; her body wanted to move in time with the notes Syon was wringing out of his instrument. She became fixated on his hands; the way he worked his fingers was downright dominant.

Her teeth were clenched by the time the last song finished, she was panting softly and felt wrung out.

But it was fucking wonderful. She was drifting on a high and collapsed back into her padded chair, her composure scattered around her like fall leaves. She felt spent but amped up at the same time.

Fangirls were definitely climbing the respect ladder in her book.

Okay, so she was drooling over a rock star like some high schooler, but at least B.O.B.—her battery-operated boyfriend —was waiting for her at home. All in all, the buzz was worth the slightly stinging blow to her pride, because in some corner of her mind, she believed she should be grown-up enough to realize fantasies weren’t mature. So disappointment wouldn’t stalk her in the wee hours of the night.

A hollow feeling in her gut warned her she was hoping in vain.

As Syon and the rest of the band left the stage, Kate indulged herself in a long moment of reflection. Syon had worked that guitar until it wailed. He had to be hell in bed if he applied even half that effort to pleasing his partner.

“So, what’d you think?”

She jumped, grabbing the armrests of the movie theater-style chair. Her eyes popped open wide, and her belly did a triple flip when she found Syon watching her.

“Ah…” Her tongue suddenly felt like a wad of cotton in her mouth as she scrambled to stand up and turn around to face him. “It was fantastic…”

He grinned at her, a huge, arrogantly pleased expression that showed off his perfect teeth.

God, she wondered if he knew how to bite…

About the Author: 10_29 Dawn Ryder photoDawn Ryder is the erotic romance pen name of a bestselling author of historical romances. She has been publishing her stories for over eight years to a growing and appreciative audience. She is commercially published in mass market and trade paper, and digi-first published with trade paper releases. She is hugely committed to her career as an author, as well as to other authors and to her readership. She resides in Southern California.

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Character Interview from Dawn Ryder – Guest Blog and Giveaway

Dawn Ryder has stopped by LASR with her character Nartan Lupan from Filthy Rich Billionaire. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the post to win a copy of Out of Bounds.

What’s your favorite drink?

I enjoy variety. One of the reasons my restaurant has a very well stocked bar. But I do tend to enjoy single malts most. Keep your fruity drinks, I enjoy the bite.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

More than I was. My family was poor. I wanted to be able to ease the burden of struggle I witnessed.

Describe your relationship with your best friend Tarak Nektosha.

I followed him to Alaska and stayed when our other friends bailed on us. He is my brother. We are family.

What accomplishment are you most proud of?

Gaining Celeste’s trust. That is something no man should ever take for granted. It is the most precious gift any woman can give.

What initially attracted you to Celeste?

Her spirit. It collided with mine. That’s also a rare thing. One you shouldn’t let circumstances keep you from enjoying.

Describe your relationship with Celeste in 3 words.

I am hers.

2_11 filthy rich billionaireSHE’S FIGHTING FOR CONTROL…

Celeste Connor swore that she’d never be a victim again. After the hell of her abusive ex, the last thing she needs is to be under another man’s thumb. But when she catches the eye of fiercely dominant Nartan Lupan at her best friend’s wedding, Celeste finds herself drawn into a glittering world of wealth and power that has her body aching and her mind reeling.


Nartan is a filthy rich businessman who works hard, plays harder, and doesn’t take no for an answer—and he wants Celeste with a hunger he’s never before felt. He’ll do whatever it takes to have her. But Nartan didn’t expect that he’d want still more…

Enjoy an excerpt:

A howl woke her.

Celeste sat up and looked around the room.

The sun had finally gone down sometime after ten. Now the stars were brilliant, and a yellow moon was casting an amazing level of light in the nighttime hours.

There was a whimper and then another long howl.

Alaskan wolves.

She could sleep when she got back to Southern California.

She got up and hurried into her jeans. Only the range light was on in the kitchen, but with so much moonlight coming through the windows, it was easy to get to the mudroom and lace up her boots.

She opened the outer door slowly, sliding through to keep from moving it too much. A howl sounded, so much louder now that she was outside. She pressed the door shut and knelt down.

The starlight illuminated the wolves. At least six of them were pawing the ground as they moved along the road that connected the house with the test facility offices. Those offices weren’t even in sight.

But the wolves were.

And so was Nartan.

He was crouched down twenty feet away. Her breath caught as she took in the way he blended with the moment. The wolves made yipping sounds as they came closer, smelling the road and the air as they went.

Nartan lifted his hand and beckoned her toward him. Her steps seemed too noisy, the crunching sounds grating on her ears. A wolf looked toward her and she froze.

Nartan beckoned again, turning to look at her.

The animal was still fifty feet away, but it was looking toward her. She bit her lower lip, afraid of spooking the animal.

Nartan closed in on her, moving right up next to her.

“He can smell you. You’re upwind. Come down here with me. He won’t worry about you then.”


Nartan clasped her hand and pulled her down to where he’d been. He lifted his head, judging the wind. The wolf let out a yip and joined the rest as they scratched at the dirt and one another. Two of them would circle another, lowering their heads and yipping. The wolf in the center was the one who lifted its head and let out a long howl.

“The alpha…” Nartan whispered.

He had his arm draped around her, his scent filling her senses.

Why did he smell so good?

Not that it really mattered. He was still as pond water but his skin was warm. His attention was on the wolves, but she felt like it was on her as well. He shifted just a bit, and inhaled next to her hair.

Fresh from bed, it was a soft cloud. She reached up, self–conscious about how messy it was. He caught her hand and stopped her as the alpha looked at them. The animal’s eyes were pools of moonlight. Its mouth was open, giving her a glimpse of its long canine teeth. It made a low sound before pushing its front paws out and stretching its neck up and tilting its head until its nose pointed at the moon. A long, mournful cry filled the night.

It felt like she was suspended in time. They might have been anywhere, in any year.

“Lower your head.”

He tucked his chin and cupped her nape.

“To show submission…”

Celeste stiffened. Nartan chuckled in a bare whisper next to her ear. “To the alpha.”

She bent, the wolf watching her before losing interest and moving along with the pack.

Nartan massaged her neck, his fingers working the stiffness from the muscles as she straightened. “Well done.”

It felt like there was innuendo in his comment. But maybe she was just being too sensitive.

To–be–dealt–with list.

She drew in a deep breath and forced herself to relax. The wolves were moving away now, heading toward a forested area. The alpha looked back at them before it disappeared into the timber.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

Nartan’s hand was under her hair, the touch so intimate that she was loath to pull away. He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling his hand free as he finger–combed the strands. He watched her as he did it, his eyes reflecting the moonlight just as the alpha’s had.

He was in his element.

Call it cheesy or lame but she couldn’t shake it.

So she rose, backing away from him as he stood. His shirt was open all the way down his front, his jeans sagging low on his waist because he didn’t have a belt on. And his feet were bare.

“Aren’t you cold?”

He slowly smiled and extended his hand. “Judge for yourself.”

She started to reach for him and froze. Indecision held her in its grip as the wind blew her hair around. One of his dark eyebrows rose as she hesitated.


She reached out and touched him. Allowed her fingertips to rest on his forearm for a moment that felt like a mini eternity. It ended when he twisted his arm around and captured her wrist. He stepped up to her, pulling her toward him. She could have broken the hold, if she was able to think.

Which she wasn’t.

Her brain seemed to have shut down. Somehow, she was caught in a storm of sensations, completely unwilling to think about anything. She simply wanted to experience the moment.

Well, it was quite a moment.

Rich with scents and sensations that were intoxicating. His breath teased her ear and then her cheek. A shudder shook her, sending a tiny gasp through her lips. Nartan took advantage of her parted lips, pressing his down on top of them and tasting them slowly.

God, how long had it been since she’d been kissed?

Pleasure flowed through her, gaining strength like a flame catching a wick. Sure, she knew that a candle was for lighting, but until it was lit, the memory of how bright it could shine was dim.

She stepped back. Startled by how much she liked his kiss.

She wanted more.

A hell of a lot more.

But she turned and headed back into the house before she could do anything impulsive.

Moon madness. That was all.

Only she wasn’t really sure if she would ever be sane again.

About the Author: Dawn Ryder is the erotic romance pen name of a bestselling author of historical romances. She has been publishing her stories for over 8 years to a growing and appreciative audience. She is commercially published in mass market and trade paper, and digi-first published with trade paper releases. She is hugely committed to her career as an author, as well as to other authors and to her readership. She resides in Southern California.

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The Perfect Writing Space from Dawn Ryder

Welcome to Dawn Ryder, touring with her publisher, Sourcebooks.

Leave a comment below, and you’re entered to win a print copy of her book, OUT OF BOUNDS (US/Canada only please).

What is the perfect writing space?

Hello, and thanks for having me over today. As I looked down the list of topics, the idea of being able to name my perfect writing space snared my attention. So here goes.


I’m sure that the perfect writing space would look something like Robertson Beach on the big island of Hawaii. In the afternoon, sea turtles pull themselves up, onto the lava rock to nap.

Or perhaps it might include a bike ride with my parrot Ginger….


But somehow, I know, I’d get very little writing done. That would be a shame, because it is a thrill to get a new cover, a new offer, or a review. When a reader takes the time to send me an email, it brightens my day in a way that is almost indescribable.

So the perfect place to write is at my desk. Yes, my parrot is near but she knows that when mom is at the keyboard, there is no crying. The second I get up, I’m all hers. I keep a strict schedule for writing because I believe that respect for my art is a big part of showing how grateful I am for it. Just like any art form, dedication is key to success. I get up with my sons and get to work while they are off at school. I do tend to work on weekends too but I don’t need on line games, I have the worlds inside my head to keep me entertained.
And this is what I earn for that self-discipline…


Wonderful tales that I can share….This book will follow ‘Out of Bounds’.


dawncover.Power may be best when it’s shared…

He’s used to dominating…

Tarak Nektosha is a self-made man, against all odds. He accomplished that by making sure he’s the one in charge, both in the boardroom and in the bedroom.

She’s taking her power back…

Sabra Donovan has ambition to spare and energy to burn. So what if her last lover was a disappointment? She’s never going to be anyone’s plaything ever again.

Sabra’s outstanding performance at a corporate photo op attracts Tarak’s attention, and the lines begin to blur. What happens when the one on top surrenders and the one used to obeying begins to call the shots?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Dawn Ryder is the erotic romance pen name of a bestselling author of historical romances. She has been publishing her stories for over 8 years to a growing and appreciative audience. She is commercially published in mass market and trade paper, and digi-first published with trade paper releases. She is hugely committed to her career as an author, as well as to other authors and to her readership. She resides in Southern California.

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High Heels…when did they begin?

High heeled shoes actually go back quite a ways into history. The first ones which snared my interested were known as pattns. They make their appearance in the middle ages. They are more of a second shoe, one that you slipped into to protect your delicate tapestry shoes when going outside. There are reports of them being between eight and thirty inches high. With the higher ones, women needed help walking.

High heeled shoes had different meanings too. The Venetians wore ones they called Chopine. These high heels were difficult to walk in and rumor had it they were designed by husbands seeking to keep their wives from liaisons. Even if that wasn’t true, they were sure to slow you down and ensure you were seen. If you were unmarried, it might be a clever ploy to attract suitors.  

The more modern form of the high heel appeared during the 1500s. Instead of being a platform style shoe, a two part model appeared. The heel was solid and attached to a more flexible piece which ran the length of the foot. A practical use of this was that the heel was used to help keep the boot in the stirrup. Boots for men and women began using a low heel. More fashionable were the lavish models worn at court. Many had expensive buckles or silk ribbons.

When I was doing research for Improper Seduction, my new book from Brava, I noticed heeled shoes making appearances in Henry VIII court. Now, they came and went but seem to have begun with Catherine de Medici. She was queen of France and rumored to be short. Anne Boleyn, Henry’s second wife adored French fashion and had several pairs of heeled shoes. Henry never wanted to be out dressed so his court was often lavish and those attending must have had to seek out the newest fashions.

In the early 1700s, France’s King Louis XIV (The Sun King) decreed that only nobles could wear red heels and that no one might wear higher ones than himself. His were often five inches tall and decorated with miniature battle scenes. High heels began going through periods where the wearer tapped their foot to make it smaller and other such things. With the French revolution, Napoleon actually made heels illegal. But Marie Antoinette went to the scaffold wearing a pair.

In the New World, high heels didn’t fair well. They were considered lavish and sexual. The Puritans banned them. In the Colony of Massachusetts a woman could be tried for witchcraft if she wore them because she was obviously attempting to ‘enchant’ a man. Heels didn’t catch on in America until the Victorian era.

I think I like the velvet ones best and even snuck a few pairs into Improper Seduction. When I write as Dawn Ryder, it’s fun to play with heels but I wanted to take a moment to talk about where they came from. Some things haven’t changed! You can find an excerpt on my website and Improper Seduction in stores this month! You can also find lots of excerpts on my website of more erotic tales. Cheers!

Mary Wine/Dawn Ryder

Writing was something I did as a teen for my younger brothers. My father used to take us on road trips in a motor home and I would lie in the upper bunk with my brothers just concocting stories as the miles went by. Adult life landed on my shoulders along with babies and it wasn’t until a few years ago that my first book, Dream Shadow, just showed up in my head. Grace, my heroine refused to leave, so one night I began to write and rediscovered my love for writing.

Since that first novel, I’ve written many different genres and enjoyed each one. Each character always seems to have their own flavor. Historical costuming has been my other true love and that accounts for my recent run of historical novels. I’m the one that truly enjoys crawling around old land marks and learning about the people that once stood on that same spot. Stories come to mind when I read old bronze markers and my imagination takes flight when I walk on the same cobblestone floors that an earl once did.

My family and I enjoy our southern California home; they even put up with me dragging them to the Magic Kingdom as often as I can. We enjoy historical reenactment too. My sons are the only boys in town that think out-growing their top hats is cause for alarm. My writing desk sits next to several sewing machines that have a constant ‘in progress’ historical garment of some sort sitting on it. When my husband and I go to a formal dinner, it’s often in tails and bustle because we love our Victorian evening wear.