LASR Anniversary: Nina Pierce – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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What’s Not to Love About the Heat? by Nina Pierce

What is it about the summer that draws people? Oh, some will tell you they love the spring, when the world is fresh and new. Others like the fall (especially in warm climates) because of the cooler temps and beautiful foliage. And then there’s the group of psychotic …er, um … I mean the insan … no, I mean the few crazy people who will tell you winter is their favorite season.

But if you poll the beach crowd or the outdoor concert crowd or the picnic at the park crowd (of course I’m stacking the deck here), without a doubt they’ll tell you summer is their favorite season!

PassionWhat’s not to love about enjoying the outdoors in shorts and a tank top, bare toes tickled by fresh mown grass? The smell of a soft summer rain? A cold beverage on the back deck watching the fireflies? And then there’s all those miles of bronzed skin we get to drool over! Or enjoying a sultry night snuggled up close to your lover? Yee haw. Now that’s what I’m talking about! I don’t think there’s anything hotter than getting nekkid with my man. slipping between those sheets that were dried in the summer sun and working up a sweat. *wink wink*

Of course if you don’t have someone special to share a summer night with, I’ve got just the solution. How about 11 hawt stories brought to you by 11 amazing authors and all that for only $0.99!!!?? Yep, you read that right.

 

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Belong To You by Vi Keeland — New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author. My honeymoon was almost everything I dreamed it would be…a tropical paradise, turquoise water, romantic walks on the beach, and loads and loads of mind shattering sex. The only thing missing was the groom.

 

Surrender by Adriana Hunter — New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author. When Jake agrees to take Abby as his submissive she must give him all that he demands of her until she has surrendered completely. But when he pushes her to her limits she wonders if she’ll ever be the same again.

 

Fade Into You by Kate Dawes — New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author. Olivia Rowland moves to Los Angeles to work for a Hollywood talent agent. Life in L.A. is a culture shock, but nothing compared to the jolt she gets when Max Dalton enters her life.

 

His Need, Her Desire by Malia Mallory — New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author. Tabitha didn’t come to Hawaii to be spanked, but that’s the cost of being saved from drowning by Marcus and the start of an affair so intense they must decide – is this a holiday fling or the real thing?

 

A Touch of Lilly by Nina Pierce — USA TODAY Bestselling author. Detective Lilly D’angelo has given up finding a soul mate and thrown herself into her career. That is, until she captures the wrong alien and is shipped into deep space. Now she’s working as a bounty hunter and hell-bent on revenge.

 

Brie Learns the Art of Submission by Red Phoenix — This #1 Bestselling erotic novel follows the sensual journey of Brie Bennett as she attends the Submissive Training Center – an institution famous for its elite instruction. Brie will discover her deepest desires, darkest fears, and the intense love of several of the Center’s talented Doms.

 

Hot Ink by Ranae Rose — Mina never meant to fall for her sexy tattoo artist, Eric, or to become a model. But when she’s asked to pose with him in a photo shoot for the Hot Ink tattoo studio, she can’t say no. In a few breathtaking moments, an on-camera kiss turns the passion they’re asked to fake into something very real, leaving them both wanting more.

 

Broken by Christa Cervone — After four years of no contact and lots of self-destruction, Garrett’s back in her life. Can they put back together the pieces of their shattered hearts? Or are they destined to remain Broken?

 

Seduced by Michelle Hughes — Four gorgeous billionaires and one woman who believes that pleasure is the biggest lie men use to get women into bed. Welcome to Fantasy’s Bar & Grill. What we’re serving up behind closed doors is hotter than anything on the menu.

 

Master of the Inn by Ella Jade — Pleasure Inn… Where all of your fantasies become reality. Elyse gets more than she bargains for when she meets Logan a sexy, reclusive innkeeper. Logan’s dominance in the bedroom makes all of her fantasies a reality.

 

Summer’s Journey, Vol. 1-4 by Summer Daniels – Join Summer on her journey of sexual self-discovery; a well written, intelligent and sexy series about the beginning of her sensual, sultry love affair with life, and all the joys of being a woman.

 

About the Author: USA Today Bestselling romance author, Nina Pierce, grew up in a house full of readers. Nina’s discovered the passionate side of romance with her sexy stories. For her, it’s all about the sweet scent of seduction mixed with the heartwarming aroma of romance.

Nina resides in New England with her high school sweetheart and soul mate of thirty-something years and several very spoiled cats who consider her “”staff””. When she’s not writing she enjoys spending time with her three grown children, one love-sick son-in-law and a heart-melting grandson.

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Guest Post Nina Pierce: When Alpha and Beta make Gamma

So who doesn’t love a hunky, take charge guy in a romance novel? Well, it turns out … I don’t. Well, I mean I thought I did, but then writers and readers started talking about the alpha heroes they love and it occurred to me, that’s not really who I write.

I thought all my guys were alpha heroes. Not that they steamroll over the heroine or completely wall off their emotions, but they do step up to the plate when the time comes. The problem was they didn’t seem to have that pushy, never-give-an-inch attitude many people associate with alphas. But they definitely didn’t fit into the wimpy sidekick beta hero either.

Okay, I know technically (especially in stories with shifters) there is only one alpha leader. Therefore if you write a story about the other guys, like I do, they would be considered beta. But I just can’t go there. In my opinion, the beta hero is a pushover. He wouldn’t come to the heroine’s rescue. He’d send in his best friend, the alpha, who would save her. He’d be the one to comfort her when the hero’s been a jerk, but then turn her over to him when the guy showed up at the front door. But no one writes characters like that. I’m always looking to write the next story so even my “best friend” characters offer more than a supporting role.

So maybe I have the definition all wrong.

In my confusion I checked out a post by Suzanne Brockman who writes all things alpha. But I still didn’t get a good feel for this alpha hero. But I found this other article at The Road to Romance. But this post describes not alpha, not beta, but a gamma hero? Wai…whaaaat?

Yeah, the GAMMA hero pulls the best from both the alpha and the beta heroes. He’s a man with all the chutzpah of an alpha but the emotions of a beta. In other words … the strong male who doesn’t run roughshod over the heroine in his quest to bring down the bad guy, but works with her to find the key and discover the lost treasure or slay the dragon or free her world or … well, you get my drift. This is the guy of romance stories in my opinion. The hero who could don the pages of any GQ magazine, but knows how to BBQ a mean steak for his lady and draw her a bubble bath. *sigh* Yeah, that’s the ticket.

So I guess I’m aiming to write gamma heroes. Who knew?

The reality is. It doesn’t matter what we call them. It’s their heart and soul that brings the reader back to the story over and over again. Readers need to connect to the hero. Believe he’s real. Believe he’s the only one for the heroine. Believe in their love story.

What about you? Do you like your guys all alpha in stories and keep your betas for real life or are you a combo kind of gal like me … enjoying a gamma between the pages?

My most recent release, Love’s Bounty, has a DEA agent who definitely falls into the alpha category.

BLURB:
A woman determined to protect her heart…

Landscaping in Delmont, Maine hasn’t been DEIRDRE TILLING’s only passion. Up until
two months ago, it had included a live-in lover. Jilted for the third time in as many years, Deirdre’s decided to give up on love. With her feet firmly planted on the path of one night stands, she finds herself heating up the sheets with a dark haired stranger she met at her new employer’s party. But one night with the man who is both sexy as hell and compassionate, may not be enough.

An agent hell bent on proving himself…
DEA agent, AYDEN SCOTT, has a lot to prove after a disastrous drug bust in Miami three years earlier that left a member of his team dead. Working undercover as lead investigator, he’s determined to bring down an elusive drug cartel smuggling heroin into central Maine. He’ll use any means necessary to complete his objective, including sleeping with the suspected drug Lord’s landscaper, Deirdre. He just hadn’t expected the feisty redhead to be so much more than long legs and dangerous curves.

One night neither of them can forget…
Deirdre and Ayden both thought one sexually explosive romp in the sack would be the end of their relationship. But Deirdre’s arrest for heroin possession and her father’s near-fatal heart attack prompts Ayden to confess his true identity. When Deirdre is kidnapped by the drug cartel and used as a pawn, Ayden is forced to choose between his heart and his mission. The question is…who will survive his decision?

EXCERPT:
Cautious, and working to keep his jangled nerves from pumping his legs in a dead run, Ayden strolled to the shelter of the dinghy. The noise grew louder. Ayden realized he wasn’t moving away from the sound. He was aimed right toward it. What a fool. It was a beautiful fall night. No doubt lovers were using the upended craft for a little private party of their own.

Turning on his heel, he started to walk away, when the noise came again. It wasn’t the moan of sexual pleasure. It was the keening sound of sadness. Someone was crying. And from the quiet hiccupping, it was female.

Ayden shot a longing look over his shoulder, debating between the refuge of the path and the complications under the boat.

Chivalry won out and he stepped warily around the bow.

The redhead sat on the wooden slats, her bare feet digging restlessly in the sand, her face cupped in her hands. Between shuddering breaths, she sputtered angrily into her bent knees, but her tears and her fingers kept the words from him.

“Uh-hmm.” He cleared his throat, not knowing how else to get her attention.

“Holy shit…” She tried to jump to her feet, but banged her head on the iron rigging attached to the upside of the boat and fell back down. “Fuck.” Her hand flew to her head.

“I’m sorry, you okay?” Ayden reached for her, but she shook him off.

“I’m fine.”

She looked up at him. Even in the pale light, he could see the sadness in her eyes.

“Actually, I’m not all right.” She pushed herself up, ducking her head away from the oarlock. She wiped at the sand on her bottom. “You scared the living shit out of me.”

Biting back a smile, Ayden watched her glistening tears turn to fury. That he could handle. An angry woman was one hundred times easier to placate than a despondent one.

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Guest Post Nina Pierce: Cougars by Another Name

When you say the word, cougar, no one these days thinks of the furry animal that roams the mountainside. I think the majority of people see an older woman skulking through the bars in search of a young, virile man half her age.

It wasn’t meant as a term of endearment either.

For some reason men have been courting women half their age for decades. It seems no one ever blinked an eye when these nuptials took place. Even in these relationships it’s not the men who are frowned at, but the “gold-digging” wives. And now that women are following this trend, they’re considered predators preying on the young.

Huh?

Why is there such a discrepancy between these situations? Well, the answer is as old as the differences between sexually active men and women in the 50’s and 60’s. One was considered to be a right-of-passage, the other slutty and undesirable. But I’d like to think the stigma is changing.

It seems it’s the young men of these May/December romances who are seeking out an older woman. Older women are beyond the game playing and manipulation that is found in their younger counterparts. But the young man must bring more than a hot body and a great libido to the table. Older women are still looking for a mature relationship with intellectual and recreational interests in common (of course a strong sex drive never hurt any relationship 😉 ).

What do you think? Are older woman/younger man relationships getting more respect these days or is the woman still considered a predator?

With the growing popularity of cougars in our culture, more readers are seeking stories about them. My August 10th release from Ellora’s Cave, “Invitation to Ecstasy”, is a younger man/older woman story.

BLURB:
A woman unwilling to trust …
Sara Lancaster isn’t sure accepting her invitation to a BDSM weekend at XTC Resort is a good idea—though she does have something to prove. Months of abuse at the hand
of her former Master have taken their toll. Now, two years later, Sara believes she’s ready to embrace her submissive side once again and enjoy the carnal pleasures of a younger Dom.

A man testing his limits …
Derek Thomas has lost belief in his abilities as a Master. Accepting an invitation for Dom training could be exactly what he needs to regain his self-confidence. Challenged with an experienced older woman, he soon realizes wielding a flogger isn’t always enough to break down the emotional walls and heal a damaged submissive.

Two people with something to prove …
Sara and Derek sizzle with sexual heat the moment they step into the dungeon. The mind blowing sex and physical pain may satisfy their bodies, but wounded hearts and broken spirits just may require something even more intimate—their hearts.

EXCERPT:
Without a word, she knelt next to Ethan. She wasn’t as young as many who had silently propositioned Derek earlier. It wasn’t so much her physical appearance, though he could see the determined line of her full lips and the proud set of her jaw, but the serenity of her submissive posture that communicated a mature confidence.

Derek envied her peace and self-acceptance. Something he had definitely lost in the heat of stupidity and rash arrogance.

With her eyes cast down to the floor, her long lashes made soft half-moons on her cheeks and he couldn’t help but wonder at the color of her eyes. Blonde hair flowed over her shoulders to skim the middle of her back and caress the soft swell of her breasts. Even in the muted light, he could see the tight buds of her nipples pressing against the black leather of her dress. He followed the line of the material, admiring the way it hugged her shapely curves. It flared enticingly around her ass, making Derek question whether there was anything beneath it, caressing her sensitive flesh.

Ethan cleared his throat, drawing Derek’s attention back to him. A knowing smile lit the manager’s face, but he made no comment about Derek’s frank interest in his sub. “I was pleased you accepted my invitation this weekend.”

“I thought it was time to test the waters, so to speak. In a community as small as ours, I wasn’t sure how welcomed I’d be after…” Derek didn’t really want to rehash his humiliation in earshot of the gorgeous blonde. “Anyway, this is a make or break weekend for me. I’m sure you understand.”

“I understand enough to know you wouldn’t have done this on your own,” Ethan said. “I hoped a little push from a good friend would be all you needed to find your way back to the scene. And here you are.”

“And here I am. But I’m becoming more convinced this was a bad idea.” His gaze flicked to the submissive who hadn’t moved, her breathing slow and steady, measuring her patience. Damn, he’d never been with someone so well trained. His cock jumped again at the thought of watching someone push her to the limits of her training.

“Seems to me, if we’re going to throw around clichés, that it’s time to climb back on the horse that threw you.”

Derek’s gaze flew back to Ethan, panic hammering in his chest. “I figured I had until tomorrow to work myself into the idea of walking into a dungeon again.”

“No need to wait until then.” Ethan reached down and toyed with the pendant hanging from the gold collar at the woman’s throat. “Sara, would you be interested in joining Master Derek downstairs in my private playroom?”

“I would like that very much.”

Derek didn’t know how to respond. “Ethan, this isn’t—”

Ethan leaned in, stopping him with a hard stare. “Actually, I think this is a perfect time.”

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Nina Pierce is an award-winning author of erotic romance. Her stories fall in all genres from contemporary to paranormal. When she’s not sitting at her computer creating stories of lust and love, she’s spending time with her real life hero and husband of twenty-six years, her three adult children and a menagerie of aging pets. You can keep up with all her latest books on her website or her blog or follow her on twitter and facebook.

Guest Post: Nina Pierce … A Little Quiet Please

I don’t know how many times I’ve read the blog post, Twitter or Facebook status of an author who begins by mentioning what music they’re listening to on their iPod or the music mix they’ve made for their newest novel. I know music gives a sense of atmosphere. Emotions are wrapped up in the pounding rock beat of a fight scene or the sensuous melody of jazz for penning love scenes. I’ve written whole stories based on one line from a song that spurred my imagination. I completely understand how music puts a writer in the mood.

Well—many writers.

I am part of the small majority of writers who can’t write with music playing in the background. People talking. The television blaring. Even video games. I can block all of that from my mind as I work on my stories. But music? No Way. Music seems to wiggle straight through everything and scrambles my wires. I can’t ignore it. All the channels and thoughts in my brain become one conglomeration of jumbled noise all wrapped up in lyrics and melodies.

I’ve never been able to listen to music and focus. When I was in high school and college I drove siblings and roommates insane with the need to turn off the stereo so I could do my homework or study for a test. I don’t know why this is the case. It just is.

It’s all very weird because I’m a woman and I can listen to 2 or 3 conversations at the same time and keep up pretty well with all of them. Multi-tasking is my middle name. But writing and listening to music? It’s not going to happen in my office.

When my children were young I would shut off all radios and television while they did their homework. But what I discovered is that they weren’t wired like me. My daughter uses music to help her focus. For many people, it becomes the white noise that centers them and drowns out all extraneous thoughts and stimuli so they can get down to business.

So what about you … music, quiet or some combination of both?

My newest release “Love’s Bounty”, the second book in the Tilling Passions erotic suspense series about three sisters from Maine was written in the quiet of my family room. 😉

Blurb:
A woman determined to protect her heart…
Landscaping in Delmont, Maine hasn’t been DEIRDRE TILLING’s only passion. Up until
two months ago, it had included a live-in lover. Jilted for the third time in as many years, Deirdre’s decided to give up on love. With her feet firmly planted on the path of one night stands, she finds herself heating up the sheets with a dark haired stranger she met at her new employer’s party. But one night with the man who is both sexy as hell and compassionate, may not be enough.

An agent hell bent on proving himself…
DEA agent, AYDEN SCOTT, has a lot to prove after a disastrous drug bust in Miami three years earlier that left a member of his team dead. Working undercover as lead investigator, he’s determined to bring down an elusive drug cartel smuggling heroin into central Maine. He’ll use any means necessary to complete his objective, including sleeping with the suspected drug Lord’s landscaper, Deirdre. He just hadn’t expected the feisty redhead to be so much more than long legs and dangerous curves.

One night neither of them can forget…
Deirdre and Ayden both thought one sexually explosive romp in the sack would be the end of their relationship. But Deirdre’s arrest for heroin possession and her father’s near-fatal heart attack prompts Ayden to confess his true identity. When Deirdre is kidnapped by the drug cartel and used as a pawn, Ayden is forced to choose between his heart and his mission. The question is…who will survive his decision?

GUEST BLOG: NINA PIERCE

Don’t Chat Amongst Yourselves

I love to talk. I don’t mean just the usual dialogue that happens between friends and neighbors or a phone conversation with my sister. Nope, I’m talking industrial sized, get the earplugs out, run for the nearest exit, Nina’s opening her mouth kind of chatter.

Seriously. Mr. Nina once bet me that I couldn’t carry on a one-sided conversation for the duration of a three hour car trip—once. The poor man’s ears were bleeding by the time we arrived and I was still going strong. LOL! I have no trouble finding things to talk about.

Marketing on blogs, twitter and facebook are not a problem for me. It releases some of those pent up words. But I digress. This post isn’t really about social media and marketing; it’s about how much I love to share.

So it’s no wonder when I finish reading a really good book, I’ve been known to send the author a note to tell her how much I enjoyed the story. But then I’m quick to give compliments as well. All of us hear so few good things in the course of our day, I like to be that little piece of happiness (and it goes back to my need to chat with everyone) that brightens someone’s day. But I’m an anomaly I’m sure. I don’t think many readers pen a quick note or email to their favorite author.

And I wondered why. Is it a new trend created by a generation that would rather text a brief message 40 times a day before sitting down to write a newsy letter? Has it always been this way? I’m curious, have you ever written to an author? Have you thought about it and didn’t for one reason or another? Let me know. I’m curious like that.

Nina’s newest release Love’s Bounty: Tilling Passions Series Book 2 is a contemporary romantic suspense story set on the coast of Maine.

BLURB:
A woman determined to protect her heart…

Landscaping in Delmont, Maine hasn’t been DEIRDRE TILLING’s only passion. Up until two months ago, it had included a live-in lover. Jilted for the third time in as many years, Deirdre’s decided to give up on love. With her feet firmly planted on the path of one night stands, she finds herself heating up the sheets with a dark haired stranger she met at her new employer’s party. But one night with the man who is both sexy as hell and compassionate, may not be enough.

An agent hell bent on proving himself…

DEA agent, AYDEN SCOTT, has a lot to prove after a disastrous drug bust in Miami three years earlier that left a member of his team dead. Working undercover as lead investigator, he’s determined to bring down an elusive drug cartel smuggling heroin into central Maine. He’ll use any means necessary to complete his objective, including sleeping with the suspected drug Lord’s landscaper, Deirdre. He just hadn’t expected the feisty redhead to be so much more than long legs and dangerous curves.

One night neither of them can forget…

Deirdre and Ayden both thought one sexually explosive romp in the sack would be the end of their relationship. But Deirdre’s arrest for heroin possession and her father’s near-fatal heart attack prompts Ayden to confess his true identity. When Deirdre is kidnapped by the drug cartel and used as a pawn, Ayden is forced to choose between his heart and his mission. The question is…who will survive his decision?

EXCERPT:
As fast as Jameson’s lawyer had gotten her out if the interrogation room, it had taken nearly an hour for the Cutler police to process her. She’d second-guessed her decision not to go with Jameson countless times while the wheels of justice rolled at a snail’s pace. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that Jameson hadn’t somehow managed to throw a wrench into her release.

Unwilling to wait for a ride at the police station, Deirdre had walked out the front door, called the only cab in town on her cell phone and come straight to the condo.

Now Austin stood in his kitchen, fixing her dinner and offering her help she didn’t deserve.

“Deirdre, here, drink this while I finish up the spaghetti. You’re still shaking.” Austin leaned over the bar and handed her the glass of scotch he’d just poured.

She attempted to smile, but her mouth, like every other muscle in her body, only trembled. Deirdre sat on the stool at the bar of the kitchen, sipping the scotch, hoping the liquid warming its way to her belly would take away the cold fear and confusion. Despite the heavy wool sweater Austin had pulled over her head, Deirdre was chilled straight to her core. She knew it had nothing to do with the night air.

“What did Mark have to say when you called him?” Austin asked. He stood at the stove absently sipping his drink and occasionally stirring the two pots.

“He thought it could’ve been one of the kids as well. It’s the only thing that makes any sense in this whole mess. I dump the refuse from my jobs at the school, and they use it as mulch on their farm project. Most of the time I leave the one-ton right there on school grounds.”

Deirdre shrugged before continuing. “They could’ve planned to pick up the drugs tonight while the truck was parked. Everyone knows I don’t bother to lock the equipment. There’s never been a reason.” She sipped absently at the scotch.

“With all the places that truck’s been and the number of people having access to it, it was no wonder Jameson’s lawyer kept them from arresting you. Anyone could get you off with the holes in that evidence. So what, the drugs were in your truck. There’s no way to prove they were yours.” Austin shrugged.

“At the moment my guilt or innocence doesn’t matter. Mark’s pulled the kids from the job. They won’t be going back to the Jameson estate. He’s figuring, with the arrest, we’ll likely lose the job anyway. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but he’s probably right.” Deirdre thought about all the things she’d intended to do with the extra money. She knew better than to make plans. It only caused heartache.

Deirdre looked at Austin. “It’ll be for the best,” she said. “But it makes me feel like shit. I suppose I should call Shawn before I go traipsing up there tomorrow.” Tipping her head back, Deirdre downed the scotch. She knew it wasn’t the answer, but the numbing wash of alcohol would be a welcome relief from the overwhelming sense of doom beginning to envelope her.

“And to top it off, I’m bringing all this here to you.” Heat crawled up her cheeks. “After the way I treated you Saturday, I’m surprised you didn’t slam the door in my face.”

He turned to look at her, leaning against the counter. “Not in my nature to turn away a woman in need.”

“Even after she treats you like crap?”

“I’m a grown man, Deirdre. I knew the score that night when I brought you here.”

“But leaving the way I did was cowardly.” She toyed with the glass. “Would you believe me if I told you if I could do it all over again I’d do things differently?”
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Award-winning erotic romance author, Nina Pierce, grew up in a house full of readers. So becoming enamored with books was only natural. She discovered romance stories in her early teens, falling hopelessly in love with knights in shining armor and the damsels who saved them.

Eventually, reading about alpha males and the journey to find their happy-ever-after endings wasn’t enough. She needed to pen her own stories of fated loves and soul mates. Nina’s discovered the passionate side of romance with her sexy stories. For her, it’s all about the sweet scent of seduction mixed with the heartwarming aroma of romance.

Nina resides in the northeast with her high school sweetheart and soul mate of twenty-seven years, their three grown children and several very spoiled cats who consider her “staff”.

You can keep up with her releases at her website (http://www.NinaPierce.com) or follow her on Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/NinaPierce) and Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nina-Pierce-Erotic-Romance-Author/148783705168578 (And of course she’d love to hear from you Nina@NinaPierce.com)

SPRING IS BUSTIN’ OUT ALL OVER: NINA PIERCE

Women of December are looking for May
I love spring. But then, I’ve lived most of my life in Maine, where snow covers the ground nearly half the year.
When the first snowflakes flutter to the ground in early December, they’re beautiful and pristine. But months into the white wash of winter, there is nothing I yearn for more than color. I welcome the month of May as it heralds the return of the migrating birds with their bright feathers and the first green shoots of crocuses, daffodils and tulips pushing through the barren earth. It seems to lighten my steps and make me breathe deeper. As the green leaves unfurl from the knotty gray branches that have stood stark and empty against the gray skies of winter, I smile with joy.  
What a contrast between the months of December and May. One signals a time of quiet and solitude while the other is the month of vitality and growth. It’s no wonder these two months were chosen when describing relationships between people who have a large age gap between them.
For decades older men in the “winter” of their lives have been courting and marrying women half their age. But now, women are turning the tables and finding their own “May” man. They seek young men who bring more to the table than a hot body and a great libido. Older women are still looking for a mature relationship with intellectual and recreational interests in common. (of course a strong sex drive never hurt any relationship *g*). And young men are happy to build a relationship with older women who are beyond the game playing and manipulation of their younger counterparts.
With the growing popularity of these May/December relationships, more female readers are seeking stories about them. My newest release from Ellora’s Cave, Maid for Master, is a younger man/older woman story. Claire Calderwood didn’t see her younger brother’s best friend as a potential lover until they end up at the same resort …
BLURB:
When lust and deception collide, will her complete submission be enough to bind their hearts?
Treat herself to a carnal weekend at the hedonistic retreat, XTC Resorts? That’s not something Claire Calderwood, a three-time loser in the relationship department would ordinarily do. But at forty-one, having a successful cleaning business is no longer enough. She wants a chance to let go of all responsibility, submit to a stranger’s sexual demands and satisfy her darkest fantasies.
Jonathon Brierton has known his best friend’s sister long enough to recognize her submissive nature. He would like nothing more than to have Claire bound naked and at the mercy of his flogger as he teaches her the sensual art of obeying her Master. At thirty-something, he’s a successful real estate developer, owner of a BDSM resort—and hopelessly in love with the older woman.
When Claire follows him to his resort, Jonathon is certain he can keep his identity secret long enough to convince her that being restrained in his stocks is something that will satisfy them both. But lies, deceit and broken hearts may not be so easy to overcome.
EXCERPT:
“Good morning, Claire.”
The familiar voice startled her. “Jonny,” Claire said, without looking up, embarrassment heating her cheeks.
“I’ve obviously interrupted.”
He had, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad. “No, don’t be silly.” With a couple of guilty taps to the mouse pad on her laptop, Claire tried to click back through her history to hide the internet site she’d been surfing for the last half-hour. “I was just catching up on emails.”
Claire dabbed at her tears with her napkin and turned to the man standing in front of her in the bright sun. Even in khaki shorts and casual polo, Jonny Brierton was all business. The ocean breeze wafting through the open terrace of the restaurant danced with the dark curls of his hair but didn’t soften the hard line of his jaw. His captivating eyes were currently hidden behind the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses, but she felt his piercing gaze none the less. She still had no idea how he’d managed to talk her into keeping her travel plans despite this past week’s life-altering events. And after last night’s activities, she was even more embarrassed that she’d let him accompany her.
“I’d like to join you for breakfast.”
“Of course, please sit,” she said, as he settled in the chair across from her. Casually closing the computer and tucking it in its case next to her chair, Claire gave up searching through pictures of Paradise Cove. It hadn’t helped her discover the mysterious Dom who’d completely knocked her world off its axis. But Master Xavier was nowhere on their website.
The man had been both commanding and gentle as he’d held her last night. She’d shed tears over all the years lost, the broken relationships, the blind paths she’d followed. But mostly she’d cried at the thought of losing her Master, the man who asked everything from her but multiplied it and gave it all right back.
At some point she’d fallen asleep in his arms. He’d found her a comfortable bed and someone to watch over her until she’d woken without the mask or her collar. Disappointment swept through her until she realized his gold armband remained in place. She still had so much to learn, so many ways he could help her heal all the hurt from bad relationships. At least he hadn’t completely walked away. She’d held on to the thought that he still wanted her. Stumbling back to her room only hours ago, just before dawn, Claire had spent the time tangled in her sheets thinking of him until she’d finally given up and come to the restaurant.
“Hello, Earth to Claire.” Jonny waved a hand in front of her face, pulling her from her musings. She attempted to smile, but only managed a quivering quirk of her lips. “Hey, are you all right? Where’d you go?” Jonny reached out as if to comfort, thought twice and pulled his hand back without touching her.
“I’m fine. I’m a little distracted. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
His eyebrow quirked and heat flushed her cheeks.
“I was in my own bed—alone. I just don’t sleep well in strange beds,” she added quickly.
“Did I say anything to make you defend your sleeping habits?”
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Award-winning author, Nina Pierce, writes erotic tales of love, lust, and sex about men with a chink in their sexy armor, and the women who want to love and save them. It’s all about the sweet scent of seduction. And that’s what she hopes you find in her books … sensual reads that rev up your motor and keep you begging for more!
A native of Maine, she resides in what she affectionately calls “the great white North” in potato country with her high school sweetheart and true love of twenty-seven years, her three grown children and a menagerie of pets. You can follow her at http://www.twitter.com/ninapierce and http://www.facebook.com/nina.pierce check out all her books at http://www.NinaPierce.com

All Tied Up! – Nina Pierce

I write erotic romance. No it’s not porn. No it’s not smut. At the core … it’s a love story. A journey meant to sweep you off your feet and make you sigh. The kind of story that warms your heart.

But here’s the difference … the bedroom door is WIIIIIDE open! The reader gets to watch while this couple explores their feelings for one another in the most intimate of acts. A place where trust is tested and loving bonds are formed.

And what could push the boundaries of intimacy and trust more than BDSM? That push and pull of power given for the promise of passion and pleasure? The confidence that, while bound and at the mercy of a flogger, your partner will 1) respect your pain threshold and 2) bring you as much satisfaction as they take. Wow, those are really high expectations.

Trust me when I say that writing erotic romance with a BDSM theme is one of the most challenging projects I’ve taken on. It’s not about humiliation or control. It’s about two people willingly taking and giving for mutual fulfillment and ultimately … love.

So what do you think? Does BDSM push you too far as a reader? Or have you willingly taken the leap to enjoy the fantasy?

My newest release from Ellora’s Cave, MAID FOR MASTER, is the story of one woman’s journey to discover her deepest desires and the one man willing to fulfill them.

Blurb:
Treat herself to a carnal weekend at the hedonistic retreat, XTC Resorts? That’s not something Claire Calderwood, a three-time loser in the relationship department, would ordinarily do. But at forty-one, having a successful cleaning business is no longer enough. She wants a chance to let go of all responsibility, submit to a stranger’s sexual demands and satisfy her darkest fantasies.

Jonathon Brierton has known his best friend’s sister long enough to recognize her submissive nature. He would like nothing more than to have Claire bound naked and at the mercy of his flogger as he teaches her the sensual art of obeying her Master. At thirty-something, he’s a successful real estate developer, owner of a BDSM resort—and hopelessly in love with the older woman.

When Claire follows him to his resort, Jonathon is certain he can keep his identity secret long enough to convince her that being restrained in his stocks is something that will satisfy them both. But lies, deceit and broken hearts may not be so easy to overcome.

Excerpt:
Jesus. Even though Jonathon Brierton wasn’t particularly religious he prayed for Divine intervention. Not that he wanted any lightning strikes or halos of light illuminating the shadowed corner of the club where he’d hidden himself, but a little more help in the patience department would certainly go a long way at the moment. It went against his baser nature to sit back and wait rather than walking over and convincing the copper-haired beauty leaning over the railing across the way to put on his collar and join him in one of the private dungeons below.

She was a natural submissive. He felt it in every fiber of his being. Claire Calderwood just didn’t know it—or at the very least—was unwilling to accept that part of herself. Jon just needed to come up with a plan of action that didn’t scare the living shit out of her to convince her she needed this—and him.

“Are you too focused on your next conquest to be good company?” Ethan Jacobs, the manager of the XTC Resorts here in Key West, didn’t really need an invitation and slid into the padded chair next to Jon without waiting for an answer. His crisp white shirt and the knife-edged creases of his black dress pants were in sharp contrast to the yards of leather and miles of naked flesh displayed by most of the patrons of Paradise Cove. “You weren’t exaggerating, my friend. She is exquisite.”

He didn’t need to ask whom Ethan referred to. The manager had personally checked Claire and Jon into their separate suites earlier in the day. “And scared,” Jon said. Even from this distance he could see it play across the tremble of Claire’s lips and the nervous fingers toying with her hair. He’d expected that. It just grated that he could do nothing at the moment to help her overcome it.

“But she’s here tonight and completely mesmerized by the scene in the public dungeon.”

“Only step one, my friend.” Jon pulled his gaze from Claire. There was no sense torturing himself. It would be a half-hour or more before the Doms and subs in the open arena below would finish playing out their scenes. Their interactions were intense, and he had no doubt the private rooms one floor below would be filled with eager players following the show. He intended to be in one of them with Claire. He had the room already reserved and set up for her. Until then, he needed to bide his time. “And there is the small detail of her not knowing exactly who I am,” Jon added quietly.

One is Never Enough – Nina Pierce

What could possibly please a woman more than her sweet valentine sweeping her off her feet with a delicious meal eaten in candle light, the scent of her favorite flowers filling the air and strains of romantic music creating a soft cloud of passion …

How about TWO valentines?

Now we’re talking! Erotic romance is all about the fantasy. And readers have spoken loud and clear that they’re falling in love with menage stories. And what’s not to enjoy about two heroes hell-bent on falling for the same woman? As a writer there’s always the challenge of figuring out how two alpha males could possibly figure out a way to share. But share they do! And sometimes there’s even some loving between them.

There are all kinds of discussions about whether this kind of relationship is real. Or whether a woman would truly be comfortable accomodating two lovers. But here’s where I’m coming from … erotic romance stories are about the relationships. About the bond that forms whether it’s a triad or a quartet. Is that love … that passion … believable? Does it bring the heroes and the heroine to that forever, happy-ever-after ending? Because that’s what I’m hoping to offer readers. The heartwarming believability that this relationship is the forever kind of love.

So what about you? Are you a fan of menage stories? Is there too much suspending your beliefs to make it a good read? Because anyone who knows me … knows that I’m curious about this kind of stuff!


The first menage I wrote BONDED BY NEED is the first in a shifter series. Jayda Kynslan, the heroine, is a polymorphic shifter, both cougar and wolf. So of course she needs two mates to satisfy her.

Blurb:
Veterinarian Jayda Kynslan recently moved to Montana. The mountains hold many secrets but none as mysterious as hers. She’s just discovered she’s a polymorphic shifter—wolf, cougar, human. Jayda’s not sure who she is—or what her heart and body need.

Recently promised to Cole Takoda, the head of the wolf council, Jayda wants to believe their bond will fulfill her every need. But there’s no denying her cougar growls for a mate of its own. Leader of the cougar council, Zane Brodan has no desire to get involved in a romantic relationship. Tangling with a shifter already promised to another is a bad idea—except when it’s a luscious polymorphic shifter doing the tempting.

Cole believes Jayda is his lifemate. Zane can’t resist her seductions. It seems someone wants to ruin all their plans. As the temperature and body count rise, so does Jayda’s need to possess both men—wolf and cougar—and her needs refuse to be denied.

Excerpt:
She looked up the side of the mountain, down into the ravine and back up the rock wall, anywhere to avoid looking at him. “Yes, well, I guess we need to find a way to get out of here. And quickly.” Jayda used the wall to get to her feet, but her head spun again and she swayed. She slumped into Zane’s embrace and he held her while she retched.

“Really, Jayda, I’m pretty sure you have a concussion.” He brushed the hair from her face, his gaze raking over her features. The upturned nose fit perfectly with the rounded cheeks and full lips. Christ, she was beautiful.

Whoa, back up. What the hell was wrong with him? He had just been named head of the cougar shifters. Even considering getting involved with a wolf shifter was just a bad idea all the way around. And here he was, thinking lusty thoughts about the mate of the head honcho. Down, boy, down. He mentally refocused his libido. “There’s no hurry. We need to take this slow. Getting up the ridge may prove a little trickier than coming down.”

Once again she realized how close their bodies were and pushed from him. “Yeah, well, I think there is a reason to hurry.” She shot a glance over her shoulder. “Let’s just get out of here. You can take me back to the clinic and you and your cougars can come back and find the kits.”

The kits. He’d forgotten all about them. Zane went down on one knee and purred low in invitation. They popped out of the small crevice one at a time.

Jayda cooed. “Oh, you found them!”

“No, Jayda, you found them.” He picked one up by the scruff of the neck and smiled. “Not that I’d recommend this method again, but we have them.” Zane looked up the wall. “Now we just have to figure out how to get everyone back up to the truck.”

“Well, how did you get down here?” Jayda looked up, shading her eyes against the noonday sun. “I’m not sure I can climb.”

“I came down in cougar form. But I came in from that direction.” He turned and looked at the slope, trying to work out a solution. “I could carry you on my back.”

She didn’t respond. He turned to see her appraising him and his cock immediately stirred under her probing gaze. Embarrassed, he bent and let the kit join his sibling. “Stupid idea. Why don’t we both shift and we can each carry a kit in our mouths.” He shot her a look over his shoulder. “Do you feel well enough to shift?”

Her face flushed. “Yeah, but…” She looked from his ass to her body. “But then there’re no clothes for me when we get to the top.”

Romancing Other Dimensions – Nina Pierce

I’m not a fickle woman. Really. I choose a color scheme for a room, go with it and I’m settled in for a good ten or fifteen years. It’s not until the rug is thread bare and the curtains faded from sun that I finally break down and choose comething new. Heck, I still have a skirt I wore in high school (because it’s a wrap around … ‘nuf said).

So it was kind of a surprise for me when I started writing that I bounced all over the genre spectrum. I mean, not completely. My books can all be classified as erotic romance. And many of them have some kind of suspense element. But the truth is, they bounce from contemporary to paranormal to futuristic. I guess my writing is eclectic as my reading tastes.

You’re as likely to find an historical starring Dukes and mansions on my nightstand as a paranormal book featuring vampires or werewolves. Some times I just want to read a good murder mystery. But nothing gets my neurons firing like a good science fiction story.

You see, I grew up on the original Star Trek. I could name an episode after watching only a 10 or 20 second clip. Seriously. Total Trekkie here. So I guess it was no surprise when I woke up one morning with the need to write a love story set in deep space. Yep, it’s complete with alien villains and some very hawt heroes.

So … how do you like your romance? Set in the west? Modern day? Complete with demons and vampires? Or taking place out in deep space? Curious authors want to know!

A TOUCH OF LILLY is available from Ellora’s Cave and was nominated as one of Siren Books “Best Science Fiction Books of 2010”. Instead of the blurb, I’ll share the book trailer with you …

And please enjoy this Excerpt:
Lilly D’Angelo could have been walking into any of the seedier establishments lining Forty-fifth and Wester on Chicago’s south side. Except for the clientele, the tavern’s owner had managed to replicate nearly every detail right down to the blue haze and the soft crooning of a jazz band on the corner stage. The acrid stench and gruff hum of a Friday night crowd tripped Lilly down memory lane—a place she had no desire to travel at the moment.

Lilly pushed the sour thoughts of home out of her mind and focused her energy on the patrons at the bar. Morphing her features into her sexiest vixen pout, she moved gracefully toward the long bar on the other side of the room. Her voluptuous breasts, spilling temptingly from her silk blouse, led the way. The eyes watching her ass sashay around the battered tables were clustered on various life forms—none of them human.

Yeah, definitely not Chicago. Shit, this wasn’t even Earth for chrissake.

“Regent’s ale, straight up, hold the brenic.” She spoke English, hoping the two-headed Xerick behind the bar had a cochlear translator in one of those eight holes that passed for ears. Satisfied when one head nodded, she settled on a stool, making sure her fur jacket and blouse parted enough to offer a seductive view of her cleavage. Lilly shifted just enough to let the black leather skirt ride up her thigh and expose a little more silky real estate. Surreptitiously checking her image in the mirrored glass behind the liquor bottles, she was pleased she looked every bit the part. She wasn’t trying to attract anyone in particular, perhaps something on the less offensive side that could offer her a bit of entertainment to help fritter away the next couple of hours.

Lilly wasn’t a xenophobic bigot by any stretch of the imagination. But six months in deep space, working these kinds of joints, wasn’t really long enough to become accustomed to the scenery. The Nebulae Galaxy’s spaceports overflowed with aliens of all sizes and genders. Only that wasn’t really a fair term here in deep space.

Alien inferred the life forms didn’t belong. On the contrary, it was humans who were invading their territory. The treaties of 2253, signed well over forty years ago, had guaranteed the safe travel of humans in deep space. After the snafu of ’34, which saw the first major space disaster since light travel had been discovered, humans had insisted on protection for their species. They’d formed some bullshit board of security, guaranteeing humans could run roughshod over the universe like everywhere else. Though most people referred to them as the QAL, Lilly nicknamed them the alphabet mafia. At one point she’d actually considered working for them until they’d discovered who she was—or more specifically what she was. It didn’t matter. They could all go fuck themselves if they didn’t appreciate her gifts. Lilly had found a way to use her talents and still bring down the bad guys.

Of course in deep space, bad was a relative term.

There was the kind of bad that got a person lost on the ice caps of Dallas Eight without a backup plan. Or the bad that forced someone to stow away in the engine room of a Drikspa alien tanker bound for unknown destinations, praying not to get caught. Or the bad that got a human female imprisoned as a sex slave on the mining colonies of Krystallos Three, hidden from even the long arm of the QAL. Lilly shivered at that one. Even her talents wouldn’t free her from that kind of torture.

She was just happy to be here on Garalon Five where bad meant nothing more than crossing paths with every brand of space pirate, ex-con or fugitive looking for a new start. As one of the more recent colonizations in the Nebulae Galaxy, the G-5 government turned their collective back on past offenses on other planets and allowed anyone to start a legitimate business. It’s what had brought her here.

Is It Just a Fantasy? – Nina Pierce

When I gave up my teaching job six years ago for medical reasons I had already planned to begin my new career as a romance writer. I mean, what else could stretch my imagination, challenge my creativity and not require that I be standing on my feet all day. Voila, writing!

And so began a wonderful journey.

Now, some people will wonder why I chose to pen romance novels instead of say, literary works or science texts, but those of us in the know … don’t even question it. Romance is about losing yourself in someone else’s world. Enjoying the roller coaster ride as two people discover their hearts. The fantasy of relationships that couldn’t be real.

Or could they?

Now, before we go any further I have to confess … I fell in love with the first boy who gave me my first real kiss and later taught me all the wonderful, naughty things my body was capable of. I never slept with another man. And my heart is totally his and has been since I fell in love with him at the tender age of 15. Truth.

So the fact is, I believe in forever loves. I believe in soul mates. I believe in happy-ever-after endings. Which is why, every time I sit down to write a story, my heart goes right back to that new and tender love that comes when you’re just getting to know someone. The tentative flutter of the first gentle kiss and that raucous, desperate, first coupling. It all comes flooding back as my characters discover each other and fall in love.

It’s true that some parts of my stories are pure fantasy … and other intimate details are pulled from life experiences. But I’ll never tell which is which! 😉 And Mr. Nina sure isn’t talking. So I’ll leave it to my readers to figure out what blossoms in my imagination and what fun little tidbits happened in my bedroom. But believe me when I tell you … the love part is alllll from experience!

So, is romance a fantasy get away for you? A chance to remember your own true love? Or simply a quiet read on a winter night?

I’ll leave you with the blurb and a short excerpt from my first published love story, HEALER’S GARDEN.

Blurb:
In the female-dominated society of the twenty-third century, mating with a male, even if it is to save the human race, is a distasteful task and one Healer Jahara Hriznek has successfully avoided—until now.

Brenimyn is a gifted breeding instructor at the Garden of Serenity. Forced to copulate with all females requesting his services, he yearns to find the one woman who responds to his touch. When Jahara arrives with the new class of breeders, Brenimyn’s body immediately aches for her, but convincing the stubborn healer that sex between a man and a woman is more than just an act for procreation proves to be a challenge he refuses to fail.

Jahara doesn’t want to enjoy the sinful rapture only Brenimyn brings to her body. Brenimyn has no intention of dousing the flames of desire licking at them until Jahara is completely his—body, mind and heart. But when the government finds their loving relationship a threat to the natural order, there may be more than their stubborn wills at stake.

Excerpt:
Patience. That’s what was required of him. But damn, he’d been treading water a hell of a long time while he waited for destiny to change the course of his life.

Brenimyn didn’t enjoy these monthly exhibitions any more than he liked copulating with Kylie. Though she’d never admit it, she detested his touch. He didn’t mind. It was less confusing without emotions getting all tangled in their peculiar relationship.

Since arriving at the Garden three years ago, Brenimyn had become accustomed to arrogant women who thought they were the only intelligent creatures walking this earth. Kylie was a prime example of that conceited attitude personified.

To the women before him, he was nothing more than a stud. Stupid, beastly and—inhuman. Oh, if only they knew what he could do, they wouldn’t think themselves so superior, now would they? But the time had not come to travel that particular road. Preparations still needed to be made. In the meantime, he would swallow his pride and let the mauling begin.

“Their physiques are quite different from ours, not all cushy and round. Rather ugly if you ask me.” Kylie pulled off Brenimyn’s tunic and smiled up at him. “Sorry, Brenimyn. I know the truth stings.”

Forcing his lips to lift, he bent and kissed her cheek. “Nothing is as beautiful and sweet as a woman, Kylie. Not even the flowers in the gardens.”

“Thank you.” She callously patted his stomach with a cold hand.

“Now, Brenimyn is going to take off his breeches. Though you all studied anatomy in school, the first look at a man’s genitals can be shocking.”

Brenimyn untied the cords at his belly slowly, seductively. This was the only time he had control and he stretched the moments out until the females before him leaned forward in breathless anticipation. His eyes locked on the only woman in the room who seemed less interested in this whole charade than him. The raven-haired beauty actually looked lost despite the maturity lining her face. Her hand caressed her cheek even as he thought of her. Her eyes shifted uncomfortably around the room, not watching as the fabric pooled at his bare feet and the inevitable gasp of awe echoed off the walls.

“Please come up and have a closer look,” Kylie said. Her hand fondled his buttocks. Touch but don’t desire, this one is mine, her caress communicated to the breeders even as her lips curved into that plastic smile he’d come to despise. “My mate is a wondrous specimen.”

Brenimyn resented Kylie. He belonged to no one. Least of all her.

On shaky legs, the dark-haired woman approached with all the others. Her gaze searched everywhere but the one place he willed her to look—his face. For some reason, he wanted her to see him, not as a supplier of sperm, but as a man.

Like all the others, her eyes focused only on his physique. Her gaze slid over his well-defined chest he worked hard to maintain. She followed the small line of blond curls around his navel then lower. From her frank appraisal, he wondered if she had ever seen a human male as natural as the day he was birthed. This woman was no different from all the others. Disappointment slumped his shoulders.

Winding her fingers into the yellow mass of curls, Kylie’s fingers cradled Brenimyn’s testicles. “Touch everything, it’s all right.”

At Kylie’s tone, Brenimyn dropped his gaze to the floor. He worked to block out the uncomfortable flurry of fingers petting his skin. He thought again of the Governmental Body of the Garden and wondered how much longer they would keep him as head of the male breeding population if Kylie didn’t conceive soon. As much as he abhorred this display, he needed to be here. He was desperate to meet all the new women entering the Garden. After the mating ritual with Kylie, he’d circulate through the other instructing rooms under the pretense of checking his breeders. Surely the woman he sought would be among this breeding class. Although the girls currently giggling and fondling his body couldn’t really be classified as women, now could they?

Lost in his own thoughts, Brenimyn wasn’t prepared for the shock wave tearing through him like a jolt of electricity. He stared at the fingers trembling along his forearm then into the amber pools that had held his gaze since he entered the room. He wasn’t supposed to meet the women’s eyes when they were this close, but the unexpected tingle of awareness had broken his usually stoic concentration. The beautiful brunette looked at him through thick lashes as if she recognized him. Her mouth trembled with a smile. Did she feel it too? He studied her, trying to discern if she sensed the flow of knowledge rushing between them.