Evernight by Kristen Callihan – Guest Blog

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Welcome to Kristen Callihan, author of EVERNIGHT, as part of her virtual book tour organized by the publisher.

 

5 things on your bucket list

Right now, my bucket list revolves around travel. I’m desperate for it.

1.         Go back to Italy, maybe visit the lake region and Tuscany

2.         Go back to London (for research, Mr. Taxman, I swears!)

3.         Finally go to Hawaii –why this hasn’t happened yet, I don’t know! *grumbles*

4.         Visit Japan. My daughter is BUGGING about this. She has a mad love for Pokemon and all things anime

5.         Visit Australia and New Zealand. I have friends in Australia that I’d love to finally meet. After watching LOTR, I NEED to see NZ!

 

8_26 image001Once the night comes . . .

Will Thorne is living a nightmare, his sanity slowly being drained away by a force he can’t control. His talents have made him the perfect assassin for hire. But as he loses his grip on reality, there is no calming him-until he finds his next target: the mysterious Holly Evernight.

Love must cast aside the shadows

Holly cannot fathom who would put a contract on her life, yet the moment she touches Will, the connection between them is elemental, undeniable-and she’s the only one who can tame his bouts of madness. But other assassins are coming for Holly. Will must transform from killer to protector and find the man who wants Holly dead . . . or his only chance for redemption will be lost.

 

 

Enjoy an excerpt:

Cool, hard, smooth, hot. The texture of his skin was unlike anything she’d ever felt. The metal made it smooth and cool and hard. Where not altered by metal, his skin was like hot satin, only silkier and tight with strength.

His flesh twitched beneath her palms as she mapped his chest. Every breath he took sounded loud and clear in her ears. And all the while, he watched her.

A quiver rippled along the backs of her thighs, up over her bottom, and crawled along her spine. Damn it, she was better than this. She was not a creature of base desires, but of logic and restraint. Her breath moved in and out, a slow, steady rhythm as she stroked him.

Neither of them spoke. The crackle of the fire in the grate, along with the occasional creak of the house settling, surrounded them. Beneath heavy lids, Thorne tracked her every move. And her touch grew unsteady. A momentary weakness he jumped upon.

“Does it feel good to you?” he drawled, low and easy. “Touching me?”

Instantly, the space between her legs clenched tight. Holly kept her touch impersonal. She could not live with the ignominy of revealing her wants to Thorne, who would treat her weakness as a bloody good joke. “It is a task. Just like any other.” A bald-faced lie if ever she told one.

His nostrils flared, the platinum in his eyes shining bright. “Then why do I smell your cunny growing wet with need?”

Holly stopped, her palm flat against his pectoral muscle, as more slick heat flooded her sex. Oh, this was beyond the pale. What on earth had gotten into the blasted demon? “Being crude is not going to get a rise out of me, Mr. Thorne.”

A small, cruel smile curled his lips. “Not going to deny it, are you, Miss Evernight?”

“Blather.” She took up stroking an area tangled with platinum webbing with more force than necessary. “That is all you’re about. Ridiculous blather. And I will not engage in such nonsense.”
Holly concentrated on pulling the metal from him. Not on his scent, clean and pleasing in the space between them. Or the way his skin grew increasingly warmer.

When he spoke again, it was soft, teasing. “Do you know that when I said “cunny” your sweet scent grew stronger?”

Again she stopped. His dense muscles tightened beneath her nails. “Mr. Thorne—”

“Do you wonder,” he whispered, holding her gaze with his, “if my cock is affected?” A dark brow lifted, his fangs glinting. “If it is more metal than flesh? Hard for you?”

She would not look down at the appendage in question. It was difficult enough to pretend each time that she wasn’t aware of that part of him, or that she hadn’t seen it grow and lengthen beneath the covers. Oh, she knew precisely how long and thick he was, and precisely how aroused. Each and every time.

His gaze upon her burned. “Do you want to see my cock, Miss Evernight? Feel it move inside of you?”

Gods, he made her feel empty, made her want to be filled up. Her hands turned to fists. “Stop it. Now, Mr. Thorne.”

He rose up on his elbows, his white hair sliding over his broad and dusky shoulders, his defined abdomen tightening. “Or. What?”

Holly sat back on the stool by the table, placing her hands upon her lap so that he wouldn’t see them trembling. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why not?”

She could not look away from the black and platinum starburst of his gaze, so very brilliant. So very angry and taunting. Her nails dug into her palms. “Find your amusement elsewhere.”

His lean hips canted just a bit, an utterly crude gesture that held her in thrall. “I’d rather find it with you.”

“I’m helping you, aren’t I?” She hated how the words came out in a near-desperate pitch. But he had to stop. Agitation had her breath coming on hard and fast, pressing her now-heavy breasts against her too-tight bodice.

“Helping me,” he scoffed. “Do not skew this into some act of kindness. You do so that I won’t kill you.”

“Is it kindness that you want?” She laughed without humor. “A funny way you go about getting it.” She leaned forward in her anger. “Why are you saying these things? Truly? Why are you acting like such a… disgusting arse?”

He shot upright, his chest bumping into hers before she backed away a pace as if seared. “Because you never react during these torture sessions,” he ground out. “Because I want that rise out of you. I want you to…” He bared his teeth, those evil-looking fangs growing longer. “I want to know if you feel—”

His teeth ground together, his eyes wild and silver-black.

“Feel?” she prompted as if her heart wasn’t beating madly.

“Anything!” he roared. “Jesus.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You touch me every day. You rub your hands all over me. And nothing! Not a flicker of emotion. As if I didn’t exist.” The expanse of his chest heaved with exertion, the sinewy muscles along his abdomen clenching. “And all the while I’m lying here aching, fucking dying to… You’re driving me to insanity,” he finished with a wild shout. “And it means exactly nothing to you—”

She grabbed hold of the back of his neck and kissed him. Just as she’d wanted to, her lips claiming his parted ones, shutting off the stream of words that flowed from him. His lips were soft and warm, and touching them set off a rush of lust that coursed along her limbs. He froze, going so tense that his neck felt like ice. For all of one second. And then he attacked. His hands plunged into her hair and gripped the sides of her head as he fell back, hauling her with him, devouring her with quick, biting kisses, punctuated by helpless groans.

Breathless and dizzy, she answered every kiss, opening her mouth when his mouth demanded it. They both shivered when their tongues slid together.

“Hell,” he moaned, licking along her bottom lip. “Hell, I knew you’d taste so bloody good.” He angled his head, plunging his tongue in deep as his hands held her captive. The gesture wicked and decadent. Grunting, he spun them, pressing her into the table with the strength of his body. His thigh nudged between hers, and her skirts slid up. Instantly, his hand was there, long fingers trailing along her skin. “I’m not stopping,” he growled into her mouth. “So don’t ask me to.”

Holly tore her lips from his and grabbed a handful of silken hair. She held him fast and hard. “You’ll stop if I say so.”

Thorne paused, his lips brushing hers as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Hot, black eyes bore into her. “Are you asking me to stop?” He was so still and careful that she knew he would, despite his claim.

A fire raged through her veins. And the need to suckle his curved lower lip had her voice turning rough. “No.”

About the Author: 8_26 Kristen Callihan Kristen Callihan is a child of the eighties, which means she’s worn neon skirts, black lace gloves, and combat boots (although never all at once) and can quote John Hughes movies with the best of them. A lifelong daydreamer, she finally realized that the characters in her head needed a proper home and thus hit the keyboard. She believes that falling in love is one of the headiest experiences a person can have, so naturally she writes romance. Her love of superheroes, action movies, and history led her to write historical paranormals. She lives in the Washington, D.C., area and, when not writing, looks after two children, one husband, and a dog-the fish can fend for themselves.

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Ten Fun Facts about Rose Shababy – Guest Blog and Giveaway



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Ten Fun Facts about Rose Shababy

1) Shababy is Lebanese, although the family name was changed up a bit when my ancestors came through Ellis Island. Originally, they didn’t have surnames in Lebanon. Their names went something like, Joe the son of the butcher of the town of Sidon. Somewhere, there is or was a town in Lebanon that sounded something like “Shababy” 100+ years ago, hence the name.

2) I’m a fantastic cook. I worked in the gourmet food industry for years. I’ve been accused of being a foodie, a food snob, a picky eater, you name it. That said, I can enjoy McDonald’s French fries as much as any dish.

3) I’m pretty OCD, although not the kind that has to wash their hands fifty times a day. Which isn’t to say I don’t have quirky habits. For instance, I put silverware in the dishwasher one piece at a time, per slot, to ensure they’re distributed as evenly as possible. For cleaning purposes. And I don’t put spoons together if I can possibly help it. They nestle and don’t get as clean.

It’s such an ingrained habit that my kids used to clump all the silverware together just so they could watch me pull it all out and redo it. And they’d laugh and snicker the whole time. The brats.

4) I love playing games. Cards, board games, you name it. Especially Scrabble, so when Words With Friends came around, it was an instant hit with me.

5) I HATE my smartphone. If I could get rid of it and go back to a landline, I would, but alas … social media marketing prevents me!

6) I love Star Trek. This isn’t news, but as far as I’m concerned, there isn’t a nobler figure in all of television than Captain Jean Luc Picard. I even have a little action figure of him that sits up on a shelf and watches me while I work. Instead of stick figures in the back window of my car I have Star Trek characters. My husband is a Gorn and I am an Orion.

7) I can’t whistle.

8) One of the characters of my debut novel, The Blue Effect, is named Kasimir, which was almost the name of my 20 year old son, Quinton. According to the baby name book I was reading at the time it meant “great ruler,” although if you google it now, it appears to mean “great destroyer.” My mother convinced me it was too unusual and he would be teased with a name like Kasimir Shababy. As a side note, the first time I told him of his almost name, he exclaimed that it was “way cooler than Quinton,” and still to this day expresses disappointment that I changed my mind.

9) I have two guilty pleasure TV shows that I will share with you in the hopes that no one will ever mention it to me: The Vampire Diaries (I blame my best friend for starting me on this habit … her and Ian Somerhalder for being so sexy) and Girl Meets World (I loved Boy Meet World back in the 90’s and couldn’t help myself when the spin-off began. It is literally the only Disney channel TV show I’ve ever watched).

10) In secret, away from the general public, I swear like a sailor. Like, all the damn time. I’ve read that swearing a lot shows a lack of creativity but I call BS on that and use Blue Brennan, the main character of The Blue Effect, as an example to prove otherwise. She has mighty cursing skills and finds often hilariously creative ways to swear.

Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.

When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.

Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.

Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.

Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?

Enjoy an excerpt:

He held out his free hand and I reached for it without thinking. Taking the hand of this stranger seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Our fingers touched and my skin came alive. I felt a surge of electricity as some sort of energy shot from his hand into mine, running through my whole body and back to his like an endless circuit. I couldn’t stifle the gasp that broke through my lips. I stared at him, my vision narrowing until his face and eyes and smile were the only things I could see.

The energy between us exploded outward like a wave into the crowd, through the people and everything around me stopped. The music ended like a switch had been flipped, the people froze mid-step and even the air around me seemed to stop moving.

About the Author:

Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.

Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider. Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.

Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.
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If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.

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Southern Sweethearts with Laura Drake, Sandra Hill, Marilyn Pappano – Guest Blogs and Giveaway

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Top 5 Things We’d Be Surprised to Learn About You
Sandra Hill:
1. I dislike reading ebooks. I’d much rather have a print copy in hand.
2. I have never been on the Louisiana bayou. I have traveled to New Orleans several times, and I have researched heavily, but no actual swamp experience. A trip I look forward to.
3. Some people know this, but not everyone. I actually have Viking blood in my veins, stemming all the way back to Rolf the Gangr, first duke of Norsemandy.
4. My grandmother claimed she was related to Rhett Butler. (I know, I know.)
5. I have a son with the good ol’ southern name of Beau.

Marilyn Pappano:
1. I discovered an appreciation for rap once I turned fifty
2. I love medical parody videos on YouTube.
3. Spaghetti-Os are a staple in my pantry.
4. I like fire. It’s gorgeous and powerful and primal.
5. I talk and walk in my sleep. At a writers’ retreat before I sold the first Tallgrass books, I pitched it to my two cabin-mates while sound asleep. The first I knew of it was the next morning when they told me how much they liked the idea!

Laura Drake:
1. I skydived four times, until I had a ‘streamer’ – the chute didn’t open properly, and I had to throw the reserve. That was my last jump!
2. My sister and I, tired of the downfall of Detroit (not to mention the snowfall), in 1980, packed everything we owned in our two Pintos, and moved to California, sight unseen.
3. I’m a jock – competitive swimming and Synchronized swimming through high school. Now I ride a road bicycle for exercise, and my husband and I have been on several across-state trips.
4. I took a motorcycle trip by myself – a storm knocked out electrical by the freeway – no gas. I ran out. Luckily a Harley rider saw me pull over, put me on the back of his, and ran me to get gas. He didn’t leave me until my bike started. When I thanked him profusely, he said, “Hey, this is what bikers do.”
5. In spite of hating math in school, and flunking algebra in high school, I had a twenty-five year career as a CFO. Go figure.


SWEET ON YOU by Laura Drake (August 26, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)
A Love as Bold as a Texas Sunset . . .
Ex-army medic Katya Smith has always healed other people’s pain. Now she has to deal with her own. Taking a job as an athletic trainer on the Pro Bull Riding circuit seems like the perfect escape from her grief-except Katya doesn’t know anything about bulls, and even less about the tough men who ride them. She doesn’t expect to fall for the sport, or for one tantalizing cowboy who tumbles her defenses.

For rodeo champion Cam Cahill, fifteen years of bucking bulls have taken their toll on his body. Before he retires, he wants a final chance at the world title-and he doesn’t need some New Age gypsy telling him how to do his job. But when the stunning trainer with the magical hands repairs more than his worn muscles, everything changes. Soon Cam finds himself trying to persuade Katya to forgive her past so she can build a future . . . with him.

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9_1 sweetheart Laura DrakeLaura Drake grew up in the suburbs outside Detroit, though her stories are set in the west.  A tomboy, she’s always loved the outdoors and adventure. In 1980 she and her sister packed everything they owned into Pintos and moved to California. There she met and married a motorcycling, bleed-maroon Texas Aggie and her love affair with the West was born. Laura rides motorcycles: Elvis, a 1985 BMW Mystic, and Sting, a 1999 BMW R1100.

In Texas, Laura was introduced to her first rodeo, and fell in love. She’s an avid fan of Pro Bull Riding (PBR,) attending any event within driving distance, including two PBR National finals. She is hard at work at her next novel.

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SNOW ON THE BAYOU by Sandra Hill (August 26, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)
THE BAYOU’S BADDEST BAD BOY IS BACK!
Joining the Navy was the second best thing that ever happened to Justin “Cage” LeBlanc, the rebel son of a no-account convict. The first was Emelie Gaudet, the love of his life . . . until he was forced to leave town and swore there would be snow on the bayou before he ever returned. Now, only his mortally ill grandma can bring the injured Navy SEAL back to Terrebone Parrish, where he must face his past-and Emelie, who’s even more beautiful than she was all those years ago.

Bourbon Street blues singer Emelie is once bitten, twice shy. When she learns that Justin is back in town, she wants nothing to do with the once wild Cajun teenager who fled with the law on his tail-and broke her heart. But she can’t deny the red-hot attraction between them . . . or his efforts to prove he’s finally changed his hell-raising ways. Can she trust that this time the bad boy of the bayou will be the best man for her?

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9_1 sweetheart SandraHillSandra Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.
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A LOVE TO CALL HER OWN by Marilyn Pappano (August 26, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $ )
It’s been two years since Jessy Lawrence lost her husband in Afghanistan, and she’s never fully recovered. Drowning her sorrows didn’t help, and neither did the job she’d hoped would give her a sense of purpose. Now trying to rebuild her life, she finds solace in her best friends, fellow military wives who understand what it’s like to love-and lose-a man in uniform . . . and the memory of one stolen night that makes her dream of a second chance at love.

Dalton Smith has known more than his fair share of grief. Since his wife’s death, he revels in the solitude of his cattle ranch. But try as he might, he can’t stop thinking about the stunning redhead and the reckless, passionate night they shared. He wasn’t ready before, but Dalton sees now that Jessy is the only woman who can mend his broken heart. So how will he convince her to take a chance on him?


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9_1 sweetheart Pappano, MarilynAbout the author:
Known for her intensely emotional stories, Marilyn Pappano is the USA Today bestselling author of nearly eighty books. She has made regular appearances on bestseller lists and has received recognition for her work in the form of numerous awards. Though her husband’s Navy career took them across the United States, he and Ms. Pappano now live in Oklahoma high on a hill that overlooks her hometown. They have one son and daughter-in-law, an adorable grandson, and a pack of mischievous dogs.
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Silent Partner by Stan Schatt – Spotlight and Giveaway


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Silent Partner is a paranormal mystery, a police procedure novel with a female detective that will remind you of Harry Bosch, a ghost story that suggests what lies beyond death, and a comic look at a tabloid where the “truth” is whatever sells.

Enjoy an excerpt:

“Duh. Of course I am, but I’m also the one who tripped you. Give me some credit for that. I think it’s like a hundred years of bad karma if you let the person you’re protecting get killed.”

“You’re protecting me? How come you didn’t keep me from being shot?”

“Give me a break. I told you that I’m new to this. The bullet only nicked your butt; so don’t make a federal case out of it. If I hadn’t tripped you,
you’d be paralyzed. You should be grateful to me.”

Josh felt a cold shiver run up his spine.

“Then you’re dead?”

“We don’t refer to it that way. We like to say that we’ve moved to another plane.”

“How come I can see you?”

Andy smiled thinly.

“You Harrells have a gift. Everyone has a guardian angel, but only certain people can see us. It’s easier in a way for us if you can’t see us.”

“You’ll keep anything bad from happening to me?”

“There’s such a thing as free will, my dear. I can only help you so much.

If it’s your time, then it’s lights out. Now that you’re thirty, things are going to get a lot harder.”

“What do you mean?”

Josh had a sinking feeling in his stomach, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

“A lot of things are going to change for you now. As I said, you Harrells are gifted, although some of your relatives thought of it as a curse.”

“I don’t believe this. You mean my father really did see someone? He wasn’t crazy?”

“Of course he saw someone. I hope you don’t throw your full glass of whiskey at me the way he threw his at his guardian.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“You’re asking too many questions. Just take my word that everything’s relative, including time.”

“What do you want?”


About the Author:

Stan Schatt grew up in Phoenix, Arizona and now resides in Carlsbad, California. He has written thirty-five books on a wide variety of subjects ranging from fiction to technology. He is co-author of Journey to a Different Dimension, an Amazon bestseller. He also authored Egypt Rising, a YA novel focusing on a teen’s experience in Egypt at the time of the Egyptian revolution of 2011. This novel contains paranormal elements including a secret buried under the Sphinx. The paranormal mystery Silent Partner is Schatt’s latest novel.

He has led several careers including futurist and executive for many of the world’s leading technology market research firms, police department administrator, autopsy assistant, software trainer, Telecommunications Department Chairman, and English professor. He taught at Tokyo University as a Fulbright exchange professor. His non-fiction includes books on such diverse topics as strategies for changing careers for a green industry job, studies of Michael Connelly and Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., network and data communications technology, telecommunications, computer programming.

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Q&A and Giveaway with Cecilia Tan, author of Slow Satisfaction

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How do you personally distinguish between pornography, erotica, and erotic romance?

A lot of people only use the word “pornography” when they want to put something down or criticize it, as if “porn” implies only things that are of low quality or in poor taste–but it comes from the misguided idea that ANY writing about sex is automatically of low quality or in poor taste. To me personally, there’s no real difference between “erotica” and “pornography” because it’s a false dichotomy between “good” and “bad,” or between “art” and “commercial.” It becomes erotic romance when you include emotional bonding and guarantee a happy ending. Erotic romance is a very specific flavor of erotica.

What authors do you think write excellent erotic fiction?

There are so many! There are some who were my erotic fiction peers in the nineties like Laura Antoniou, Thomas S. Roche, and M. Christian, and there are folks who broke onto the scene in the 2000s like Alison Tyler and Kal Cobalt, and more recently you’ve got a lot of talent coming through romance specifically, like Elizabeth Schechter, Tiffany Reisz, and L.A. Witt. I don’t get to read as much as I used to, though, because I’m writing so much. I’ve learned I can’t read a book while I’m writing a book. And lately I’m always writing a book.

How do you judge what makes a good erotic story when writing your own fiction?

Did it get me hot? That’s the number one thing. If I’m bored or unaroused while writing it, the reader will feel the same.

What are the biggest public misconceptions about erotic romance?

I think the biggest misconception is that romance novels are stupid or brainless, and especially that if there’s sex involved it must be even stupider. What’s terrible is that so many of the negative attitudes about romance are really just hidden misogyny. If men were writing and reading it, it’d be considered an art form, but because it’s by women for women a lot of people assume it’s worthless. The other really huge misconception is that what women enjoy in an erotic romance novel is the same thing they want in the actual bedroom. No one assumes that people who like to read mysteries actually want to be detectives, or murderers, for that matter. Readers of fiction actually do understand that they are reading fiction and that there’s a difference between fantasy and reality.

Who is your favorite erotic author and why?

I really can’t pick a single favorite of all time. I gave quite a list to an earlier question, and I could just keep adding to it: Pat Califia, John Preston, Angela Carter, Anais Nin, etc. If I had to say who I’m most excited about at the moment, whose books I’m hotly anticipating, though? It’s a tie between Tiffany Reisz and Alison Tyler. They both write very authentically and openly about kink and sexuality, with interesting characters and none of the “oh no!” blushing virgin kind of attitude that infuses a lot of the stuff out there.

9_1 Tan_Slow Satisfaction_TPJames has finally pushed Karina beyond her limit—not her limit for kinky sex play, but for his extreme secrecy. She has had enough and breaks things off. But James won’t give up on Karina and will do whatever it takes to get her back. He’s ready to share his deepest, darkest secrets, but is Karina ready to hear them?

James offers Karina not only the truth but a place at his side… onstage. He wants Karina to star in his final musical production and enter his life and his world fully and completely. As the two work together, they rekindle the trust and love they’d lost. But James’s world is full of deceit. When he is blackmailed by an unscrupulous music industry executive, James must give in to unreasonable demands or risk exposure of his and Karina’s secret sex life.

Will Karina and James’s love be strong enough to withstand the many obstacles being thrown their way?

 

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About the author:  9_1 TanSLOWSURRENDERCecelia
Cecilia Tan writes about her many passions, from erotic fantasy to baseball, from her home in Cambridge, Massachusetts. She is the author of many books, including The Siren and the Sword, The Tower and the Tears, The Incubus and the Angel, Black Feathers, Mind Games, White Flames,and The 50 Greatest Yankee Games. She has edited over 50 anthologies of erotica for Red Silk Editions, Thunder’s Mouth Press, Blue Moon Books, Masquerade Books, Ravenous Romance, and for the publishing house she founded, Circlet Press. Her short fiction has appeared in Ms. Magazine, Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine, Best American Erotica, and many other places, and her nonfiction on baseball has been in Slow Trains, Baseball Ink, Gotham Baseball Magazine, Yankees Magazine, Yankees Annual, and elsewhere.
 

 

 

 

 

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5 Reasons I Write in My Genre by Anna Campbell – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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5 Reasons I Write in My Genre by Anna Campbell
I’ve always been mad about historical romance, right from the first fairy tale that my parents read to me back in the Dark Ages. These days, I’m lucky enough to write historical romance for a living – talk about a dream come true. This week I’m excited that my readers get to see my latest efforts in the genre with the release of WHAT A DUKE DARES from Grand Central Forever.

So here are five reasons for why I write historical romance:

1. The larger than life factor. I think any great romance sweeps you away to another world, but there’s something just…more about the other world of a historical. Perhaps it’s the fairytale factor, but you can really go over the top romantic and dramatic and emotional with a historical in a way that doesn’t always work for a contemporary. Adding to the fairytale factor, historical romances usually inhabit an aristocratic world. There’s something very enjoyable about going to work with dukes and earls every day!

2. The long dresses. People often ask me why I write historicals and they think I’m joking when I say “the clothes” – more about that later. Regency dresses are the stuff of fantasy, from the severely tailored masculine-style riding habits through to the frivolous glories of embroidered silk evening gowns. Having said that, I’m short and round and in a high-waisted gown, I look like an over-full plastic bag tied up with string. But then, in my stories, I’m not wearing these glorious fashions, my heroines are!

3. Stately homes and all that jazz. The world of the historical romance (if not the historical romance writer!) is awash with glamour. These dukes and earls only have the best of the best so they get to live in wonderful piles like Chatsworth. They also get to own old master paintings and gorgeous china and gardens the size of Nebraska. Creating the settings is a really fun part of my job. And I get to claim visits to rambling old houses in England as valid research costs on my tax! How cool is that?

4. Repartee. Even the word ‘repartee’ belongs in a historical romance. From Pride and Prejudice onward, the heroes and heroines in historical romance are famous for their witty dialogue. I think in a historical you can play with elaborate language without it seeming unrealistic.

5. Men in Boots! Would I sound shallow if I said this is my number one reason? There’s something so dashing about the men in the Regency. Great hair. Clean shaven (I know the beard is back, but the whole Victorian facial hair thing just doesn’t get me enthused). Neck cloths. Beautifully cut coats. Flowing white shirts. Tight breeches. Silk waistcoats. Gloves and high-crowned hats. Boots polished to a mirror shine with champagne. It really is a wonderful era for masculine fashion and its influence continues down to the present day in terms of superb tailoring being the hallmark of elegance for a man. Mr. Darcy wouldn’t have been nearly as appealing when he was wet if he’d been wearing a doublet and hose!

So why do you read historical romance? What do you think a historical romance offers a reader that other genres don’t?

8_22 Campbell_What a Duke DaresWhat woman in her right mind would say no to marrying the dashing Duke of Sedgemoor? Miss Penelope Thorne, that’s who. She’s known Camden Rothermere since they were children-and she also knows she’d bring nothing but scandal to his name.

Cam can hardly believe Penelope turned down his proposal. But if she wants to run off to the Continent and set the rumor mill ablaze, he can’t stop her. Then her brother’s dying request sends him to bring home the one woman he thought he’d finally gotten over.

The only way they’ll both get back to London without their reputations in tatters is to pretend they’re married during the journey. That means kissing like they mean it and even sharing a bed-until it becomes hard to tell where the game ends and true desire begins . . .

 

 

About the Author: Anna Campbell 43970006Always a voracious reader, ANNA CAMPBELL decided when she was a child that she wanted to be a writer. Once she discovered the wonderful world of romance novels, she knew exactly what she wanted to write. Anna has won numerous awards for her Avon historical romances including Romantic TimesReviewers Choice, the Booksellers Best, the Golden Quill, the Heart of Excellence, the Aspen Gold and the Australian Romance Readers Association’s most popular historical romance (twice). Her books have twice been nominated for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA Award and twice for Australia’s Romantic Book of the Year.

When she’s not writing passionate, intense stories featuring gorgeous Regency heroes and the women who are their destiny, Anna loves to travel, especially in the United Kingdom, and listen to all kinds of music. She lives near the sea on the east coast of Australia, where she’s losing her battle with an overgrown subtropical garden.

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Profile of Terror by Alexa Grace – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MEDIA KIT profileofterror_400x600A missing coed named Abby Reece.

Two clever thrill killers are committing the most brutal, public, and horrifying abductions and murders in the county’s history. The killers, known as the Gamers, have done this before, and are now upping their evil game to a new level. The question is — can they be stopped before they kill again?

Things get complicated.

When an ex-girlfriend goes missing, Private Investigator Gabe Chase is obsessed with finding her. But once her naked and posed body is discovered, the investigator becomes the investigated. His passion for the victim’s beautiful sister is a complication he doesn’t need, as he helps solve the county’s most baffling, terrifying murder cases ever.

Add a sociopathic serial killer who calls himself the Master.

A serial killer so deadly, the FBI’s behavioral analysts want to know when and why he began killing, as well as the identification and location of additional victims. He will speak only to former federal agent, Carly Stone, a woman he blames for his capture. When the profiler finds herself at the mercy of this ruthless killer, his becomes the most terrifying profile of all.

Profile of Terror

Three chilling villains, two passionate love stories, and pulse-racing suspense with startling plot twists keep readers on the edge of their seats from page one of this heart-pounding and unforgettable romantic suspense.

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Sipping her coffee, Kaitlyn let her eyes move over him. His jet-black hair curled over his ears and the collar of his white shirt. Long and lean, with broad shoulders and a wide chest, he was handsome as the devil, with a few days growth on his sculpted jaw. And why he seemed familiar to her was a mystery.

It was the muscles rippling under his white shirt that quickened her pulse as he leaned across the desk, dangerously close to her. Kaitlyn decided Gabe Chase was too good-looking for his own good. No, she corrected herself, he was drop-dead gorgeous. That her sister dated him was no surprise. To Abby, a man like Gabe would be another notch on her bedpost until she tired of him and threw him away like an old toy.

If that was what happened, she empathized with him. She knew from personal experience that getting dumped was no picnic.

“I’m not surprised Abby didn’t tell you she had a sister,” Kaitlyn said softly.

“Why is that?”

“We aren’t close by any stretch of the imagination. Abby and I have polar-opposite personalities. I’m the responsible, older daughter who has life goals, and Abby is the younger wild-child who’s been giving my mother ulcers since she was fourteen-years-old. If our father had stuck around, I’m sure she would have driven him to distraction, too.”

“How did you find me, Kaitlyn?” Gabe asked, with a long, searching look.

“After you left the apartment yesterday, I watched you talk with Abby’s landlady. Once you left, I had a talk with Dr. Ramsey myself. She told me who you were and gave me your business card. Later in the evening, I parked outside your building. I saw you pull up in your truck. So I waited until you entered the building, opened your office blinds, and turned on the lights. Then I slipped into the lobby to check the mailboxes — Gabriel Chase, Private Investigations, Suite 201.”

“That doesn’t explain how you got in my locked office.”

Kaitlyn shot him a sly, secretive smile and said, “I have my ways.”

“Besides accusing me of breaking and entering, why are you here?” he asked sarcastically, wanting to put all the pieces together.

“I want to hire you to find Abby.” Kaitlyn raised her eyes to his expectantly.

About the Author: MEDIA KIT Author photoUSA Today Bestselling Author, Alexa Grace’s journey started in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she’d held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her childhood dream of writing books. Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels.

Author Alexa Grace is consistently listed in top twenty of Amazon’s Top 100 Most Popular Authors in the categories Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural. She was named one of the top 100 Indie authors by Kindle Review. A chapter is devoted to her in the book Interviews with Indie Authors by C. Ridgway and T. Ridgway.

She became a USA TODAY Best Selling Author for her participation in THE PERFECT TEN book set.

Her books Deadly Offerings, Deadly Deception, and Deadly Relations have consistently been listed in Amazon’s Top 100 Bestselling Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural Books. Deadly Deception, Deadly Relations and Deadly Holiday have ranked #1 in the top… Read More

Alexa Grace began her writing journey in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she’d held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her childhood dream of writing books. Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels.

Alexa Grace is consistently listed in top twenty of Amazon’s Top 100 Most Popular Authors in the categories Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural. In 2013, she was named one of the top 100 Indie authors by Kindle Review. A chapter is devoted to her in the book Interviews with Indie Authors by C. Ridgway and T. Ridgway.

Her books Deadly Offerings, Deadly Deception, and Deadly Relations are listed in e-retailer’s Top 100 Bestselling Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural Books. Deadly Offerings has not left the top ten bestselling free mystery romance and police procedural books since 2011.

Deadly Holiday, published in November 2012, is her holiday-themed romantic suspense novella, featuring all her Deadly Trilogy characters.

Alexa Grace’s book Deadly Relations is included in the bestselling book set The Perfect Ten along with Dianna Love, Norah Wilson, Nancy Naigle, Andrienne Giordano, Misty Evans, Sandy Blair, Mary Buckham, Tonya Kappes and Micah Caipa.

Profile of Evil, the first book of the Profile Series was published in May 2013. Profile of Terror was released in May 2014 and Profile of Fear will be released in 2015.

Earning two degrees from Indiana State University, Alexa currently lives in Florida. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.

Her writing support team includes five Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues. As a writer, she is fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and emails from readers.

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Science Fiction and Fantasy—What is the Appeal? By Ron Hartman

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Science Fiction and Fantasy—What is the Appeal?
By Ron Hartman
I love fantasy. I like a good science fiction story too, but to me there is nothing quite like a well-written fantasy novel. To me the appeal for both sci-fi and fantasy should be obvious: it’s that ANYHTING can happen! You could see starships, sorcerers, aliens, vampires, wormholes, black holes, teleportation, or dragons. With fantasy and sci-fi, there are no holds barred. They offer the promise of something amazing happening.

Yes, some people look down their noses at these two genres. They say sci-fi and fantasy aren’t mature, that they’re the bottom rung of literature. I disagree. I think these genres are the epitome of literature. They look at man, not how he is, but how he should be. They look beyond the petty differences we obsess about today and show us vastly more interesting…well, petty differences we could one day strive for!

But seriously, when fantasy and science fiction are presented at their best, they don’t focus on the differences of mankind, they focus on the similarities that bind us all together. They open our eyes to new possibilities and motivate us to strive for a greater version of ourselves. You know it’s out there somewhere, waiting beyond the stars or in a monster’s lair.

One galaxy is not enough to contain all of humanity. Hell, one continuum is barely enough! Sci-fi and fantasy give us the promise. There will be hardship. There will be pain, and sometimes there’ll be humor, but through it all we will persevere. We will rise above a current world where humanity is bogged down by racial and religious intolerance. We will unite for the greater good.

In a word, fantasy and science fiction offer the purest form of escapism. In this strange world we inhabit, most of us are looking for a couple hours of release. We want to lose ourselves in something amazing, where our hopes and dreams can flourish. Just look at the success of superhero movies these days. Did anyone go watch Guardians of the Galaxy? Did you go because you wanted to hear how Abraham Lincoln passed the Emancipation of slaves, or did you go to escape for a couple hours?

Sure, you could escape into a good western, or a steamy romance novel. Will there be something amazing there? With sci-fi and fantasy you can get the same story, but there will be something along the way that will open your mind. It will expose you to new ideas, concepts, and people you’d never expected. And if you’re lucky, if you strap into the starship and ride all the way in hyper-drive, you just might learn something about yourself. You just might find that better version of you just waiting beyond the rainbow.

As I said, my favorite is fantasy. So come, escape with me. I’ll weave you a tale about sacrifice and destiny. I’ll tell you about magic, and dragons, foretold saviors, and vampires. It’ll be a fantastic voyage, and I promise you, something amazing will happen on the way.

Daniel Marten crossed the Burning Sea and convinced himself that he is the Prophesied One. But what does that mean? In this second installment of the Prophecy Chronicles trilogy, Daniel forges new alliances in his bid to save Naphthali from the Emperor. He meets the Tene’breon, a magical race that has evolved to use the Weave as effortlessly as he breathes air. The leaders of this race recognize him for what he is…but they also see something more.

Naphthali has been dramatically altered by the rule of a new governor, a man whose power is tied to Daniel in a horrifying way. How far will Daniel go to save Naphthali? And what is the secret that binds his destiny with his new allies? Only time will tell in The Prophecy Chronicles: Prophecy Revealed.

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Rage started to build inside Daniel. He closed his right hand into a tight fist and felt a dull ache that quickly gave way to burning pain. Of course that was alright too, because that was as it should be. He looked back to his desk and there, on the now cluttered surface was—Ah! His solace. The ones he turned to at his darkest moments. Ashley and the kids beamed at him from photos.

He turned to the thing doing a poor job of mimicking one of his closest friends. Her eyes flashed orange and she gave off a series of clicks as realization struck. She may be orchestrating this, but it’s my mind, and I can control what happens. He looked at the pictures of his beloved family and considered his office, his refuge. She’d perverted it, desecrated it. Rage continued to build, and Daniel knew soon he would be powerless to stop it. Let it. He didn’t want to stop. Still looking at the photos, he started to speak, his voice shaking with fury. “These are my family, my friends. I give them my time, and my care.” He turned to not-Meg. “You are not one of them, and you will have no more.” The last came out in a roar as he closed the distance between himself and his tormentor.

He opened his right fist and clamped it around not-Meg’s throat, slamming her to the wall. The burning grew to encase his entire arm when he tightened his grip, but he refused to let go. He pulled his face to within inches of hers, and glared with suddenly steely eyes. “Who are you?” he growled.

About the Author: Author Bio: Ron Hartman has had a life-long passion for the written word and is an avid reader. The Prophecy Chronicles are his first written works. The first in the series, Prophecy Foretold, was released in October of 2012. Prophecy Revealed is the second in the trilogy. Ron graduated from the University of Iowa College of Pharmacy in 2000 and lives in Ottumwa, Iowa with his wife and three children.

Website link: www.prophecychronicles.com

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Operation Paris by Misty Evans – Spotlight and Giveaway

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8_21 giveaway OS Book CoverThis post is part of a virtual book tour organized by the author to announce the release of Operation Paris, the second book in the Super Agents series. This book was originally released under the title of I’d Rather Be in Paris. Leave a comment or ask the author a question for a chance to win a digital copy of Operation Sheba, the first book in the series.

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CIA operative Zara Morgan—codename Tango—has a reputation in Conrad Flynn’s secret army as a renegade. Once held at gunpoint by terrorist Alexandrov Dmitri, she was seconds from saving herself and arresting Dmitri when Lt. Commander Lawson Vaughn, the sexy leader of a covert ops team, intervened. She’s never lived down the fact that everyone—including her boss—believes Lawson is her knight in shining armor.

Former Navy man Lawson Vaughn doesn’t consider himself anyone’s savior. He lives and breathes protocol and hates the fact that his latest assignment is to babysit Zara while she hunts down Dmitri and stops the terrorist from releasing a biological weapon on the world.

But from the time they touch down in Paris, Lawson can’t resist Zara’s sassy attitude and dauntless bravery in the face of danger. When Dmitri kidnaps Zara and injects her with the contagious and deadly virus, Lawson is once again forced to come to her rescue, whether she likes it or not.

With unflinching determination and steadfast courage, Lawson must break all the rules to save Zara, even if it means becoming the one thing he can’t stand…a renegade.

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“What are you so pissed about?”

“I’m not pissed!” As Zara’s voice rang inside the car, she forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down.
“I’m just having a really, really bad night.”

Lawson got out of the car and came over to her side. He opened the door and pulled her out of the seat, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”

She looked into his face, and without warning, burst into tears.

Mortified at her lack of control, she brushed Lawson’s hands off her shoulders and walked to the rear of the car. The tears rolled down her cheeks, and she pressed the sleeve of the robe to her face in an attempt to hide them.

“Hey.” He came up behind her and rubbed her back. “It’s not that bad. I’ve been in a lot tighter situations than this.”

She shrugged his hand off. “You just killed two people and you think I’m overreacting?”

Lights from a passing car touched his face. He guided her to the other side of the Audi and leaned her back against the passenger-side door, planting his hands on either side of her.

“I didn’t say you were overreacting.” He dropped his face close to hers. “Yvette was going to kill you, plain and simple. I took care of her before she could do the job. At that point, it became necessary to stop Giovanni as well. If I’d left him alive, he could have followed us or reported back to Yvette’s friends and then we’d have a classic Chinese goatfuck.”

His gaze traced over her face. “Right now, we’ve dodged the police and whoever may follow up on Yvette’s death. We need to get on the road again before we call any more attention to ourselves, and I need to make contact with Langley.”

Zara wiped at her eyes again, took a breath and regrouped. As she was driving, her brain had red-flagged a couple things Yvette had said. “I think Yvette was tied in with the same group Varina Scalfaro is running for the Mafia. She kept talking about her clients and her business partner. I don’t think Yvette’s playing mistress for a handful of rich men solely for her own gain. I think she was actually running a prostitution ring in partnership with someone else, probably Varina.” She hated herself for what she was about to say. “And in that case, I’m not sure what Director Flynn has up his sleeve.”

In the deep shadows of the night, Lawson nodded. “We just ran out of people we can trust, didn’t we?”
“What are we going to do?”

Lawson eased her to him. “Shhh. Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying, you moron.” She smacked his chest and attempted to push him away at the same time. Although she wasn’t sure why she was pushing him away. She felt better when he was close. “I had dinner all planned out. We were going to go someplace nice, but not too fancy, because I knew you wouldn’t like that, and…and… Damn it!”

Lawson smiled down at her. “So we have to take a rain check on the dinner thing. The mission isn’t over yet. We’ve still got time.”

“But I wanted to do it in Paris, and now we’re fugitives on the run from there. We can’t go back. Not even for dinner.”

He pushed a stray hair away from her face and hooked it behind her ear. “When the mission is over, our names will be cleared. We’ll have a proper dinner anywhere you want then, okay?”

She studied his expression in the dark shadows of the night. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to placate me. After the mission is over, we won’t be partners anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t have dinner.”

Her pulse tripped over a couple of beats. “You want to have dinner with me after the assignment is over?”
He lowered his face and leaned his forehead on hers. “Jesus. I’ve spent the past twenty-four hours trying to come up with an excuse to do just that.”

“We don’t even like each other.”

He brushed her lips with his in response.

A jolt of electricity shot all the way down to her toes. This could not be happening. “You are bent, Lawson Vaughn,” she said, smacking his chest again.

“Then we make a good pair.”

This time, his lips were more insistent against hers, demanding and possessive. Zara closed her eyes and kissed him back. One of his hands went to the small of her back, and he drew her in close to his body, pressing her against the car frame and sinking his other hand into her hair.

He held her head as he parted her lips with the tip of his tongue, and she let go of the last of her hesitation and ahhed into his mouth. She ran her hands under his jacket, and the solid muscles of his back tightened under her palms. Rising up on her toes, she pulled their bodies even closer.

She wanted to forget about Yvette and Giovanni. She wanted to forget about being on the run from the police and whoever Yvette worked for. She wanted to forget she and Lawson were running out of people to trust.

At that moment, in the darkness of the French countryside, she wanted to forget all of it, to give up control and forget about everything except the tough, sexy man holding her close.

About the Author: 8_21 Misty Evans PhotoUSA Today bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

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How Much Is Too Much by Liz Crowe – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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How Much Is Too Much?

Like many authors who count themselves among the “erotic romance” fold, I have fairly specific tastes when it comes to reading in my own genre. Given the limited amount of time I have to do things like “read” now that I’m branching out into self publishing and trying to find an agent at the same time I’m even pickier about it.

I have discovered that I’ve undergone a bit of an evolution with regard to sex in books both as a reader and writer. I’ve always claimed that “unless it moves the story along I don’t include it” in my books, and if I hit yet another cunnilingus moment for a couple in a book I’m reading that has nothing to do with anything but describing the act I will set it aside. And I stand by that. But when I go back and re-read some of my early stuff (yes I do that, mainly to see how I’ve progressed, technically) I sometimes wince and wish I had the opportunity to go back and fix things, including that egregiously unnecessary sex scene (or five).

I’ve been told by readers and reviewers that I really do excel when it comes to “sexual tension” (the build up) and have yet to get too many complaints about my explicit descriptions of the deed itself. Now that I’m on book twenty-something I take a bit longer to ponder my original claim of “moving the story along” before diving into the sack with my characters. Eroticism resides within a reader’s imagination. Sometimes, letting you picture or hear or taste or smell a sex scene the way you want it is the hottest thing I as an author can ever do for you—that is to say, I leave it out and leave you wondering.

In ESSENCE OF TIME there is a different sort of wrinkle to consider—the fact that the story is about two men in love with each other requires me to describe “that” sex act, which for some is challenging to accept. In order to make the attraction between Blake and Rob believable, I wanted to establish each of them as individuals, with emotions, desires and needs that were both physical and otherwise. They also have things in their past that set them apart—old secrets and breakups that keep them from connecting emotionally. Until they meet each other.

The fact that both men are entirely comfortable in their bisexuality was a plot point I made on purpose. I did not want this novel to be about them coming to terms with wanting to have sex with a man. They both already know that. It’s more about moving from the sex into something more. And for me as a reader there is nothing more “erotic” than going inside the head space of a man who is being sexually satisfied while coming to terms with the fact that he wants more from the person who is satisfying him.

I have gained many new fans from this book. It’s a “stand alone novel” within the “Stewart Realty series” story arc. It can easily be read without having read books 1-3 (Floor Time/ Sweat Equity/ Closing Costs) although that would give you a better sense of why the relationship between Rob’s best friend Jack and Blake’s sister Sara is so fraught for everyone concerned.

But that is merely backdrop for Essence of Time. Many of my new fans state that they have never read, nor would they ever consider reading, a book “like” this one (about men in love with each other) but all of them claim that it was so well characterized that it didn’t feel like a gay love story. Just like…a “love story.”

I hope you get a chance to read it soon!

A “take life by the throat” philosophy has always served Rob well. It keeps him focused, forcing emotions and potential relationships to take a back seat to his aspirations. But once every obstacle has been conquered and he’s achieved his goal—executive chef at a famous Chicago restaurant—he must acknowledge that he has reached his mid-thirties very much alone.

Blake has just jettisoned his dream job—head of a fast-growing craft microbrewery—to escape from the woman who shattered his soul. Arriving at a Chicago beer festival prepared to drown his sorrows before moving on he is miserable and numb.

Fate throws the men together altering their respective worlds forever.

Once Rob reveals the personal demon that has haunted him for years, Blake allows himself to fully trust again, and admits he wants a child. But a mutual attraction evolves out of a business arrangement with the woman hired as their surrogate, which has the potential to destroy an already delicate status quo.

But time is of the essence, and becomes the one luxury they don’t have.

An honest depiction of a modern relationship mosaic reminding us to treasure every single moment we are allowed to love and be loved.

About the Author:

Amazon best-selling author, beer blogger and beer marketing expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe lives Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

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