Guest: Isabella Olivia Ellis

Hello and welcome Isabella Olivia Ellis to my site. She has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.

 

So lets begin…

 

1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?

My name is Isabella Olivia Ellis, but I answer to Bella or Izzy. I am 25 years old and I have a daughter who is nearly 2. I am currently planning a backpacking trip through Europe to expand my experiences and thus improve my writing.

2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?

 

I’ve been writing stories and such since I was a small child. I decided to move into erotica because it seemed fun. I wanted to write about romances with happy ever afters. And sex. Writing about sex is awesome.

3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.

My first acceptance was for The Vampire’s Bride. I spent months writing it and I was so terrified to finally submit it. Being rejected is never fun, but when you’ve put so much time into something, it can feel defeating. So, when I got that acceptance email, I almost cried from joy.

4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?

My most recent release is The Vampire’s Second. It is the second book of the Chosen series. It picks up where The Vampire’s Bride left off, but it also takes its own very different spin on things. It moves from the MF romance of the first book into a steamy MFM situation. It was interesting, to say the least, to move into writing a ménage.

It can be purchased from Evernightpublishing.com, Amazon.com, Bookstrand.com, and Allromanceebooks.com.

5) What are you currently writing?

The third and final book of the Chosen series. It is titled The Vampire’s Sister. It focuses on Sloane’s sister, Emma, and her own romance. Though, there is still plenty about Caroline, Luke, and Sloane.

6) What inspires you most when you write?

I tend to write as things come to me. Since I work solely from feeling, I go by what I want to happen next to my characters.

7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?

The only publisher that I am currently under contract with is Evernight Publishing, and I couldn’t rave about them enough. They’re fast, easy to work with, and author-friendly.

8) What are you reading now?

The Alienist by Caleb Carr. I’ve read it twice before, but I really enjoy re-reading books and returning to the characters.

9) What are your guilty pleasures?

French fries, terribly made horror films, and shopping on Amazon.

10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?

Learn about the genre in which you want to write in. When I first started writing erotica, I had no clue what “head hopping” was. I didn’t know what terms such as “HEA”, “MMF”, etc stood for. Do your homework, basically.

This is for you to talk more about yourself, leave your blogging details, site details and generally promote yourself.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bellaoliviaellis

Blog: http://isabellaoliviaellis.blogspot.com/

Evernight Author’s Page: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/isabella-olivia-ellis/

Buy link for The Vampire’s Bride: http://www.amazon.com/The-Vampires-Bride-Chosen-ebook/dp/B007XL0E8M/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

Guest: Marie Medina

Five years ago, Sam pushed Gabriel away because he couldn’t face his own fears about being openly gay in his small hometown. He had another secret too, but he believed no one could help him, not even Gabriel. He took actions that broke Gabriel’s heart, and his own, but then tragedy unexpectedly freed him from the need for secrecy. And Gabriel returned.

Gabriel told himself he only wanted to comfort Sam, but in his heart he knew he wanted more. He wanted answers, and he wanted Sam’s love. Just as Gabriel is convincing Sam they can be happy together, events force Sam to reveal all his secrets to his family. These revelations cause all the disharmony Sam always feared, and Gabriel can only hope that this time Sam will realize their love is worth fighting for.

Excerpt

Gabriel gripped the bedpost to keep from crossing the room to Sam, who stared out the bedroom window and refused to turn and face him. Sam fingered the blue curtains and intently studied the pattern on the material. Gabriel had been waiting all night for Sam to say something, to somehow explain himself. He didn’t understand how Sam could stay silent. Gabriel felt like screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Sam, I want an explanation from you. I’ll get it from Laura if I have to.”

Sam finally turned around. “What do you want me to say? I didn’t think she would tell everyone tonight at the party. I thought I would have a chance to talk to you first and somehow explain what’s happening.” He fixed his eyes on the unmade bed.

Gabriel’s eyes flicked over the bed and the hunter green comforter bunched at the foot. The bed hadn’t been made since the last time they had made love two nights ago. He set his gaze on Sam again, unable to keep the bitterness out of his tone. “Well, an engagement is big news.” He moved closer to Sam. “It was huge news to your boyfriend.”

“Gabe, just listen to me. Laura is pregnant—”

Gabriel cut him off. “Yes, everyone knows! It’s a very poorly kept secret that Michael knocked her up. But you dating a guy? Fucking a guy? That’s been kept well under wraps, and now I see why!”

Sam looked into his eyes. “You don’t see at all. Gabe, I love you, but Michael has abandoned her. I don’t just mean he dumped her. He has left town. She has no job and no one to take care of her.”

“She should have thought of that while she was fucking him without a condom. Tell her to go home to her parents.”

Sam shook his head. “Her mom’s dead. And her stepdad? They don’t need to be alone, if you get what I mean.”

Gabriel cringed. His anger lessened a little because he’d always suspected Laura had had a rough childhood, but how was she their problem? “Sam, just be honest with me. If this was just about helping her, you’d ask her to move in with you, not marry you.”

“She…she loves me.” Sam turned away again.

Laura had always flirted with Sam, but she’d never made a hard play for him that Gabriel had seen. “Since when?”

“Since freshman year of high school. I never liked girls, ever, so I didn’t notice for a long time. Lots of other people knew she liked me. To them it makes sense I would come to her rescue now. How can I make you see? Colbert is my hometown, Gabe.”

What did that have to do with it? Gabriel shifted his stance and crossed his arms over his chest. “I know. I never get a chance to forget. It’s the reason I’m the only one who knows you like guys. I sure as fuck hope you don’t think we’re going to still be together after this. I don’t care if the marriage isn’t real. It’s just another way for you to hide from who you really are. With a wife and kid, no one will every look at you and wonder again. Your family won’t have to worry you’re a perverted freak anymore. They’ll all heave a huge sigh of relief and dance at your wedding.”

“That is not why I am doing this!” Sam said, putting his hands over his face.

Gabriel grabbed Sam by the shoulder and turned him around. “Yes, it is. Now, I have something to tell you.” He loosened his grip a little, letting his fingers massage Sam’s shoulders. “I’ve gotten into the grad program at Stony Brook University. For anthropology, I can hardly do better, so I have to go. I wanted you to come with me. I was going to ask you tonight, but then…” He let his voice trail off as he released Sam.

“That’s great. Did they offer you money?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to talk about what’s going on with my funding. I want to talk about what’s going on with my life. My future.”

“I promised her.”

The simple, placid answer infuriated him. “Why?” Gabriel screamed. “Why the fuck would you make such a promise? Is that the best explanation you can give me? I’m sorry she’s had some tough breaks. I’m sure she is in love with you because I know I am.” He sighed heavily. “You’re going to enter into a fake, loveless marriage because she loves you and you pity her. But me? You can’t even touch me in public.”

“You know why we have to be careful.”

“After four years, that excuse is getting old. What did you think would happen when we graduated?” He’d endured four years of hiding and lying because Sam made him happier than any other man ever had, but continuing the deceit would eventually destroy that happiness.

“I don’t know.” He gave a tight shrug. “I guess I hoped something would happen.”

Gabriel ran his hands through his hair. “Like what? My getting into Stony Brook is perfect. We’d be getting away from your family and their judgment.”

Sam didn’t say anything.

“But you’ve made a promise.” He shook his head. “There’s something wrong here. You’re not telling me something.” Before now, Sam had never kept any secrets from him. He’d always told Gabriel the things he couldn’t tell anyone else.

“It’s complicated. She turned to me, and I couldn’t live with myself if I turned her away. The baby deserves a chance. It’s innocent. What can I say to make you understand?”

“What can you say?” He put his hands on Sam’s shoulders again. “Tell me you don’t love me. If you’re not hiding anything, you must be able to turn your back on me this easily because you don’t actually love me.” He gave him a little shake and whispered, “If it’s true I can take it, Sam. You’ve always been honest with me before. I’ll accept all of this if you don’t love me.”

Sam shook his head.

“Come on. Tell me.” Gabriel backed him against the bookshelf next to the window. “Tell me you don’t like me touching you.” He ran his hands down Sam’s shoulders, wanting to toss him on the bed and take him right then. He needed to be inside him, to feel Sam’s flesh encompass him as they both moaned.

Sam shook his head again.

Gabriel brought his lips to Sam’s for a tender kiss. He brushed them gently, and then licked Sam’s lower lip. When Sam softened and parted his lips, Gabriel left the tenderness behind. He pressed Sam against the shelf and kissed him hard, his tongue invading his mouth, possessing it. Sam’s arms snaked around his neck as he moaned, and Gabriel rubbed his erection against Sam’s thigh, knowing how much Sam liked for him to be aggressive. He loved Sam’s reactions, loved the way they came together.

When the kiss broke, Gabriel ran his hand between them. He looked into Sam’s blue eyes as he stroked Sam’s cock through his jeans. It strained against the material, wanting Gabriel’s touch. “Tell me you don’t want me to suck your cock.”

“Gabe, please.” The words came out in a whimper of need.

“Please what? Please suck you off until you scream?” He unzipped Sam’s pants and freed his cock. “Scream the way you did the last time?” He got down on his knees and tongued the head, licking a drop of pre-cum from the slit. Then he took Sam’s dick into his mouth. Working his tongue along the underside in slow circles, he looked up into Sam’s eyes as he pulled him deeper. Sam gazed down at him for a moment, but then he closed his eyes and pressed his lips shut.

What did he want to say? What was he holding back? Gabriel held Sam’s hips firmly in place as he bobbed his head back and forth. Taking the head to the back of his throat, Gabriel breathed in Sam’s scent as Sam bucked forward and groaned. Then he raked his teeth all the way along the length of Sam’s cock before sitting back on his heels to look at him.

Sam’s breaths came in gasps as he looked down at Gabriel. “This isn’t fair, Gabe.”

Gabriel stroked the shaft. “It isn’t fair? You fuck me four or five times a week and tell me you love me, and then I come to a party you invited me to only to find out you’re engaged to marry someone else?” He leaned forward and nipped at the head of his cock, then licked it slowly. Peering up into his face again, he asked, “How in the fucking hell is that fair?”

“I didn’t have time to tell you.”

Another short, meaningless answer. Something had changed, but Gabriel didn’t know what. The openness he’d always loved in Sam was gone now. Gabriel stroked harder and faster, loving the way Sam swelled in his hand. He wanted to make him come hard. “Didn’t have time? Telling me must not have been very important.”

He pushed Sam’s jeans down so he could play with his balls. He sucked one into his mouth as his fingers strayed back to Sam’s hole. Gabriel massaged the tight ring of muscle as he licked Sam’s cock. Then he swallowed it again, deep-throating him right away.

Links:

Blog: http://mariemedina80.blogspot.com/

Website: http://mariemedina.weebly.com/

EP Author Page: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/marie-medina/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/marie-medina

All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Marie+Medina

New Release: Belonging to the Steer Brothers

Today is the release of, Belonging to the Steer Brothers which if the second book in my Cape Falls series.

Cape Falls, 2

Welcome to Cape Falls, a town with old-fashioned values.

When Anna Myer’s parents died in a car accident, David and Paul Steer took her in and cared for her. For years she nursed a crush for the two men, only to be rejected and pushed away.

Crushed with the rejection and believing the Steer Brothers could never love her the way she wanted, Anna left Cape Falls.

Three years passed since she left the men she loved. Anna returns with a new determination and she knows the secret that David and Paul tried to keep away from her.

There is a rumor that the Steer men share one woman. Anna wants to be that woman.

Can she prove to Paul and David she is the woman they need? Can her men overcome their fears? And after so long of being alone will she finally belong to the Steer brothers?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), bondage, anal sex.

Excerpt

Impulsively, Anna leaned back. David’s body consumed her. His shoulders could be seen on either side of her. She watched in the full length mirror as his gaze moved down the line of her body and back up again. The first real sign of interest in her as a woman. She held it as a sparkle of hope it was.

With her palms down by her sides she brushed them on his thighs. He didn’t move, but she heard him take a deep breath. The air he expelled ruffled the hair at the nape of her neck.

“What are you doing, Anna?” His voice taking on a deep growl.

Tilting her head back Anna looked into his eyes. His beautiful green eyes, so beautiful and earthy they took her breath away. Bringing her other arm up, she looped it to the back of his head. With her free hand she held his arm where it circled round her waist. This was the first time they’d been this close.

Was that his cock pressing against her ass?

“Aren’t you going to kiss the birthday girl?” she asked. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her nipples ached for him to reach up and cup them. It had been years since she’d held him. The past three years hadn’t stopped the yearning to be near to him. His scent invaded her, turning her inside out. She wanted this man as much as she wanted his brother. Was she sick? Anna crossed her legs as the ache in her pussy built. Could she grab his hands and place one on her breast and the other on her mound? Her body was alive, and she wanted to feel closer to him. To take all of her clothes off and beg him to make love to her.

A moan escaped between her lips, and at the moment she didn’t care as he leaned down to give her a kiss. She noted the way his lips were closed and his eyes firm. She knew he would try for a peck on the lips or a brush. She didn’t want a peck. Anna wanted it all.

His lips brushed hers. A brotherly or friend type kiss. As he moved away her hand tightened around his neck refusing to let him go. She turned slightly in his arms so her body was in a better position to receive his kiss. Closing her eyes she deepened the kiss, opening her lips and running her tongue over his lips.

He pulled away. A hand on her cheek. “Anna, don’t do this.”

“Please, please. David, kiss me like you want too. Just once,” she begged.

“Anna, please. Don’t make me start something we won’t be able to finish.”

Hope sprang inside her. David felt something. “Then don’t stop, and let us continue until we finish.”

She watched as he closed his eyes. “Don’t say stuff you don’t mean.”

“I mean it. I want you David,” she said.

For several moments he didn’t respond, remaining frozen solid. Anna was determined to evoke some emotion whether it was disgust at her assumption or the passion she knew was just beneath the surface.

The time seemed to last for an eternity. It was the longest wait for anything in her life.

She was rewarded as his free hand captured the back of her head and thrust his tongue between her lips. His hand on her waist spun her around, moving her flush against him. Her aching breasts full and round, her nipples budding to unbearable points as they pushed, trying to come through the fabric of her gown. David placed one hand to the back of her head, his fingers sinking into the length of hair which he fisted. Anna cried out from the pain opening her mouth wider for his invasion. The one on her waist moved down to her butt. He squeezed her ass, and she heard a growl escape between his fiery kisses. Anna circled both of her arms around his neck, holding on as desire and lust took over. She felt her dress being pulled up past her butt, exposing her virginal white panties. David was gathering her dress in his hands. The thrill sent delightful shivers all around her body.

Buy Links: Evernight Publishing / Amazon (UK) / Amazon (US) / All Romance E-Books / Bookstrand

Guest: Doris O’Connor

Hello and welcome Doris O’Connor to my site. She has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.

 

Thanks so much for having me here today, Sam 🙂

So lets begin…

1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?

Okay – deep breath. I write contemporary and paranormal Erotic romance and am also a SAHM of nine little and not so little hooligans. Hubby and I have been together for twenty-five years (not quite sure how that happened, when I’m only twenty-one myself 😉 and we live with our brood of kids and pets in a far too small house in Bedordshire, England. At any given time, I wear so many different hats, even I forget who I am at times, lol. And do NOT talk to me about laundry!

2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?

I don’t think anyone begins writing accidentally, do they? I was an only child, so my imagination and my books were pretty much my friends from as early on as I can remember. Once I could write I was forever penning stories and was aways pulled up for daydreaming, lol. As an adult life got in the way for the longest time. Then back in September 2010 a friend entered a writing competition and I thought to myself, well it’s now or never. Didn’t get anywhere in that competiion, but I have been writing ever since.

3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.

What? You didn’t hear me squeal where you were?

August 2nd 2011, that’s when I got that all important e-mail.My first, great story, we would like to offer you a contract, e-mail. I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and decided to check my e-mails one last time, as you do.

This is what followed:

“Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh my GOD!” Incoherent screeching from me.

Cue hubby and kids come flying towards me from all angles of our house. I was heavily pregnant at the time, so they all thought I was going into labour. I’m still amazed I didn’t to be honest. Especially as I got an acceptance for another story with a different publisher two days later.

* big grin*

Baby was eventually born August 8th. He likes the limelight, so I reckon he was hanging on in there, to make sure he didn’t have to share his entrance into the world with a contract. That day was going to be all about him!

4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?

I have two: RIDING HER TIGER released May 1st and TOO COLD TO LOVE releases today!

Blurb for Riding her Tiger

Can one night change your life forever?

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

BUY LINKS

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/riding-her-tiger-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.bookstrand.com/riding-her-tiger

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ridinghertiger-786880-142.html

http://www.amazon.com/Riding-Her-Tiger-Club-ebook/dp/B007Z9DDH6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1335886979&sr=8-2

Blurb for Too Cold To Love

Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions, following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?

Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued.

In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?

BUY LINK

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/

Too Cold To Love is book two in the Giovanni series and readers will find many familiar faces from book one, Too Hot To Handle. It shows life in the Giovanni clan eighteen months on and I had great fun revisiting old characters and further developing Stella, the head of the Giovanni.

Marco and Elise’s story is very different to Alex and Kitty’s. I struggled with Marco at the beginning, because he didn’t want to reveal his feelings, not even to me. But Elise is just who he needed to open up and as they struggle through their marriage they end up healing each other.

It gets very emotional in parts, be warned! And of course their chemistry is off the scale, as you’d expect from my characters. Marco proves very inventive, shall we say…

5) What are you currently writing?

I’m almost finished with a Naughty Fairytale, which is a twist on My Little Mermaid with a bit of Beauty and the Beast thrown in too. I’m quite excited about this one, I have to say. I aim to sub it this week, so we shall see. Then I had an idea for a f/f short for my publisher’s new Anthology call and I need to write Book two in my Club Ink series. Those tigers are growling at me again, and ya know, really don’t want to argue with them.

6) What inspires you most when you write?

I need to have some visual inspiration in front of me, especially of the heroes.

*winks*

Somehow words flow very easily then. And other than that I get inspired from all sorts. I never can tell what will spark my muse, but she seems to respond well to submission calls I’ve noticed, even if I then go off an a tangent, because I’m such a panster, lol.

7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?

With the exception of one experience they have been very positive. It’s always such a learning curve and with every publisher and editor I’ve worked with I’ve learnt lots. I must say though that Evernight Publishing have simply ruined me for anyone else, lol. I’m very happy in the Evernight family and I can’t see that changing any time soon.

8) What are you reading now?

Carolyn Rosewood’s excellent Naughty Fairy Tale The Rebellious Princess Choses Two Lovers.

9) What are your guilty pleasures?

I don’t do guilty, lol. I take my pleasures without guilt. I’m incredibly busy, so when I do take out time for myself, I enjoy it. Having said that it usually just involves locking myself away to write, having a loooong soak in the bath and the occasional meal and meet up with friends. Yeah, I lead such a rock-n-roll lifetsyle 😉

10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?

Find a good critique group, keep writing, and never, ever give up. The more you write, the stronger your voice will be. Write what your heart tells you to write, not what you think you ought to be writing. Read lots, and read some more and do not take rejections personally. They are simply part of the process.

This is for you to talk more about yourself, leave your blogging details, site details and generally promote yourself.

Thanks again for having me Sam 🙂 If you’d like to win a copy of either one of my new relases, then leave me a comment. You can check the excerpts on my website.

Find me on the web here:

Website: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/

Blog: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/mamaD8

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432

Guest: Adonis Devereux

May I welcome fellow Evernight Publishing author,

Adonis Devereux 

I don’t believe in writer’s block. Never have, never will. At least not the kind of writer’s block I hear a lot of people complain about. I get the impression that they think writer’s block is some mystical forcefield keeping them from their writing, like it’s not their fault, like there’s nothing they can do about it. I’ve never experienced writer’s block, so maybe that’s why I don’t believe it really exists. Of course I work hard to make sure writer’s block never seizes me. I might take a walk, change my environment, take a break, or talk to my wife. (By the way, I’m the Mr. half of the Adonis Devereux writing duo!) I guess the one advantage I have over writer’s block is the fact that I have a writing partner. We never have a lack of ideas; we’re never at a standstill. We are able to encourage each other chapter by chapter, story by story. Writing is, of course, a solitary venture for most people, so my advice would be to find a confidant – someone you can trust with your stories – and talk to him or her whenever you feel the flow just stop. But the confidant needs to be someone who is equally creative and enthusiastic about your love of story. That’s what I have, and my well has never run dry. Thanks so much, Sam, for having us here today! Anybody who wants a free copy of Chasing Earth and Flame, comment below for a chance to win. Also, like our author page on Facebook for access to exclusive content such as maps and recipes, unique to our fantasy world of Gilalion!

Blurb

Nevia Akara Judal is the daughter of the First House of Nirrion, but though she is both a powerful elemental mage and a cunning political mind, she is her father’s property. She is promised to Melenius, the only other noble elementalist in the city, but she is not certain she approves of her father’s choice. She has a stronger will than anyone has ever given her credit for, and she is determined to find and keep the love of the only man who can conquer her heart of earth and flame.

Excerpt

Melenius caught Nevia by the arm and pulled her into a curtained alcove.

“We will be seen,” Nevia whispered.

Melenius shook his head. Cena was due to begin in a few minutes, so he had to work quickly.

“This won’t take long.” He produced the anal plug he had shown her on their honeymoon.

It was Nevia’s turn to shake her head.

“Yes,” Melenius said. He pulled out a vial of scented oil from his small shoulder bag. Nevia’s frosty eyes widened, and he smiled in his airs at her coyness. He poured the oil over the plug, then rubbed it around the head and down its length. “Turn around.”

Nevia did so, but she kept her eyes on her husband. Melenius had never seen anything sexier than his beautiful wife looking over her shoulder with fear and anticipation trembling in her elements as he hitched up her dress. Her fine, white ass was just what he wanted, and his cock hardened. He considered taking her right there, but the sound of music coming from the atrium made him think better of it. The entertainment had arrived. Dinner was imminent, and they would be missed if they were not punctual.

Melenius dabbed a bit of oil on the rosebud of Nevia’s anus and rubbed it around with his thumb. Nevia moaned.

“Quiet!” Melenius’s tone was half serious, half mirthful.

He pressed the tip of the lubricated plug against her ass and slowly applied pressure. He did not at once break her wall, and he was surprised at her body’s unwillingness to allow entry. With a stronger but still gentle push, he felt the pop as the plug slipped into her back passage.

Nevia’s knees buckled, but she did not collapse. The temperature in the alcove plummeted, and though Melenius knew her fires were stoked, she fixed him with an icy glare.

Nevia stood and let her skirts fall back into place. “You dare toy with the ass of an Akara?” She raised her hand to slap Melenius, but he caught her by the wrist.

Melenius lightly bit that wrist as he tweaked her nipple with his other hand. “Now, go be a good girl, and eat your supper.” He opened the curtain and slapped her ass on the way out.

Nevia continued to murder him with her eyes, but her elements betrayed her increasing desire. He sensed her laughter on his winds.

Cena was an elaborate affair, much more so than Melenius would have expected for just a one-night stay in a provincial town. As exotic, half-naked slaves from far-away lands juggled fire sticks before them all, Melenius turned to Judal the Younger.

“I wonder, why all this?” he asked. He popped a fresh, green olive in his mouth.

Nevius, reclined on one elbow, sipped his mulled wine and answered without taking his eyes from the entertainment. “We are returning from a great victory. Though Belamal presses forward, there will be glory for us upon our return to Nirrion. Why not celebrate a little? This is my father’s villa, after all.”

“Fair enough.”

“Enjoy yourself, Firin,” Nevius said. “You and my sister are saviors of the republic.” Nevia’s couch was situated close to his so that their heads would be near each other for conversation. He leaned over and kissed her brow.

Melenius, on the other side of the low table laden with rich food, watched this sibling exchange, knowing that her ass was plugged, that her cunt was probably wet as spring rains.

Nevia betrayed nothing; she could not to her brother, anyway, but neither did her elements. She was cool, collected, and calm. Melenius nodded in her direction, raised his cup in a silent toast to her, and drank its contents. A slave refilled his cup at once. Nevia, playing at human expressions, narrowed her eyes at him. Melenius almost choked on his next drink.

Radish salads and oysters gave way to hot-boiled goose and songbirds with asparagus. Between the appetizers and the main course, clowns had come to re-enact the battle of Vieta. The actor who pantomimed Belamal wore comical armor, and his gold-painted face twisted in all manner of melodramatic expressions.

Nevius ripped hot, juicy meat from the bone with his teeth. “Belamal Triumphant, to be sure.” His mouth was half-full of goose. “Too bad Garalach isn’t here. He could’ve made your job in Vieta easier.”

Melenius felt the instant drop in temperature, and the braziers that burned around them dimmed.

“More wood.” Nevius snapped his fingers at the nearest slave.

Nevia did not look at Melenius. Her eyes were fixed on the small plate she held on her lap. The name of Garalach clearly upset her, and Melenius wanted to go to her, to hold her and remind her of how he had been deceived. He had never stopped loving or wanting Nevia. It had not been his intention to betray her.

But Nevia would not return his glance.

The sun disappeared from the sky, and a cold wind blew through the peristyle and into the atrium.

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Friday Teaser: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Love Shadows blurb

Love Shadows, book four in my popular Love Covenant paranormal romance series from Evernight Publishing will be out later this week, following Love Tattoo, Love Scars, and Love Knots.

Cara couldn’t be happier now that her sexy vampire husband Will Brennan located his long lost brother Seamus. Her new found brother-in-law even has a theater where she can sing – until a vampire named Henri shows up in the audience. He covets Cara but not for a happy ending. The old vampire, far more powerful than Will or Seamus has a bad reputation among the undead.

Back in Memphis Henri demonstrates he can make them suffer at will. A cat and mouse game begins and takes them back to Missouri, then onto Texas for what they hope will be a happy family holiday.

A last minute grocery store run puts Cara in Henri’s hands and leaves Seamus near dead. When Henri takes Cara deep into the mysterious back waters of Caddo Lake, it’ll take more than just Will Brennan and his brother to save her – if they can.

Excerpt:

With eyes closed, his face reminded me of an angel or something from one of Michelangelo’s statues. His features were just that perfect, his nose well-shaped and the right size to fit his face. His solid neck attached to his torso just where it should and his broad shoulders exuded beautiful brawn. I lowered my eyes to appreciate his wide chest, his muscles defined without being grotesque and soft with just enough fine hair to be interesting. His pale nipples rested on that dark mat and his body sloped downward to a firm, flat belly and then the cleft between his legs where his manhood reigned supreme. I loved his cock, skilled and shaped well, but I also admired his sturdy, strong legs that tapered down to two of the most beautiful feet I’d ever seen on a man. Will’s feet are long and narrow, large but with a graceful shape. His big hands are the same. Unable to resist touching him, I trailed my fingers over his ribs and down his body.

Will opened his eyes, bluer than the October sky I’d glimpsed at dawn, deeper than any lake or ocean could ever be. As he became aware of my scrutiny and my touch, they lit up from within, like windows on a dark night and he stroked the curve of my cheek.

“You look much improved, mo anam cara,” he whispered in a voice smoother than the finest Irish whiskey, “Do you feel all right?”

“I do but there’s something I need to make me better,” I told him.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, “What is it?”

“This,” I said and kissed him. From the moment that our lips fused, energy erupted between us, powerful and potent. That force filled the air between us with such living strength that I could almost taste it on my tongue. I craved that might and wanted it to master me, ached for Will to claim me with rough hands and no restraint. I yearned for the same wildness that he exhibited driving far above the speed limit over the curving roads, flirting with danger and thumbing his nose at death. With the same zeal that I once had for drag racing on Friday nights down the back roads of Cherokee County in Texas, I coveted that old screw mortality feeling that made me higher than any booze or drug. I needed Will to turn me every which way but loose, pound me with his body so that I could forget the intrusion of that blonde vampire into my consciousness. I wanted to erase that feeling of violation, and then replace it with Will’s lasting love, unbreakable and stronger than death or Mr. Blonde.

Will had other ideas. I fancied brutal lovemaking, strong enough to wipe out anything else but he sought to give me tenderness. He cherished me, his mouth as soft upon mine as a sigh, sweeter than a spoon of homemade vanilla ice cream, and gentler than the brush of a butterfly’s wing. That mellow caress tamed my wild fire into a sweet simmer that flowed through my veins, heating me even as it leached away the memory of that blonde. As my body gentled down, harkening to Will’s hands, I let go of my anger and released my fear.

His placid passion sent it away, washed it from me like a sensual baptism. Instead of physical combat he immersed me in love, emotion so strong that it evoked delightful tremors throughout my body. That kiss led to more kisses, each one as fragile as a feather as he trailed down my throat, to my breasts, my bellybutton and beyond. Each of my five senses, the ones I learned to name back in Miss Gabriel’s kindergarten classroom, reeled with intoxication.

I saw Will bathed in such beauty because I loved him so. As he caressed me, I let my tongue slide over his naked flesh. I tasted the salt of his sweat, the flavor of his body and gloried in such intimacy. My ears rejoiced to hear his whispered endearments, mostly in Irish, the foreign phrases ringing like songs into my soul. His musk, a rich aroma of manhood and pure Will, permeated my nose until all the world smelled of him and his touch on my skin evoked ripples of pleasure, spasms of delight wherever it fell.

His tender devotion distracted me from giving back and I let him tempt me into such a selfish contentment that I lay beneath him, beside him, as docile as a just born kitten. His roaming hands made me shiver with his light caress and my anticipation for the cataclysmic end grew until I didn’t think I could wait.

With a slow hand, the easiest touch he’d ever used to love me, Will brought me to a fever pitch of desire. He fired my want until I thought I would die if he didn’t meet that need, fill my emptiness with his body. He maneuvered me onto my back and then he speared me, pierced me to the very heart of my being with his hard penis. Will plunged into me with the strength, the rough need that I so craved and after such tenderness, it sent shock waves of pure physical joy through me. I bucked beneath him, my body his to control, not mine, and when I came in a rush of tears, laughter, and a scream of animal delight, Will went with me.

Afterward, it took a few minutes to recover both breath and speech. He spoke first as I curled against his chest, sated and somnolent.

“’Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move his aides, doubt truth to be a liar but never doubt I love,’”

“I know you do, honey,” I responded, “and I love you, Will Brennan more than the stars or sun or fire.”

“Gra go deo,”

My feeble Irish knowledge knew that meant love forever.

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Guest: Maxim Jakubowski

Hello and welcome Maxim Jakubowski to my site. He has so graciously agreed to be interviewed. 
So lets begin…
1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?
MJ: Just an English writer who was brought up in France and worked for many years in publishing and alternates crime thrillers (with a strong erotic content) and erotic books. I write and edit full-time and seem to publish much too much, even though I still feel I am twiddling my thumbs most of the time, so it’s deceptive.
2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?  
MJ: I’ve always wanted to write but was encouraged when I was still only 12 by a teacher who allowed me to let my imagination roam free when I was given an essay to write about what I had done on my holidays. My reaction was that, in truth, nothing had, so he said I could invent things. Which I did, fantastically, with a story of being kidnapped by eagles. His positive reaction and that of my classmates to my saga proved a poisonous encouragement and overnight I wanted to be a writer. I published my first stories at 16 and my first book at 18 and have never looked back. Now I have almost 130 titles/volumes to my credit, although the great majority are of course anthologies I’ve edited in a variety of genres. Fiction-wise I am still a long way from being in the Simenon or Balzac prolific mould.
3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance. 
MJ:I submitted a terrible science fiction piece of juvenalia to SATELLITE, the lowest paying French SF magazine at the time and to my utter surprise they ran it . From that moment onwards I was shackled to my little typewriter and a slave to writing fiction. It quickly became a compulsion and an integral part of my life. Though I have also since done non fiction in the form of a travel book and several reference titles, as well as huge amounts of newspaper colums and reviews.
4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from? 
MJ: It’s an erotic novel titled EKATERINA AND THE NIGHT and was published in late September by Xcite Books, who have also published my previous novel I WAS WAITING FOR YOU and my four SEX IN THE CITY collections. It’s available from every good bookshop and online retailer, both as a paperback and, indispensably these days, an ebook.
5) What are you currently writing? 
MJ: I’ve spent the summer translating a couple of French novels, one erotic and one crime for two big mainstream publishers and will getting back to fiction in a few weeks, after a training run, so to speak, with a couple of new short stories. The novel will be called DEFINED BY ABSENCE and that’s all I can reveal. It’s not superstition but I’ve always been of the belief one should never talk about work in progress for fear of never actually writing it.
6) What inspires you most when you write? 
MJ: The beauty of women and their bodies. Life. Art.
7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?
MJ: I worked for several decades in book publishing as Editorial Director or, in two instances, running the companies in question, so I know both sides of the business. I have therefore never had a problem with any of the publishers with whom I have been involved.
8) What are you reading now? 
MJ: I read widely, and having finished Brian Selznick’s WONDERSTRUCK yesterday, I am about to open up Erin Morgenstern’s THE NIGHT CIRCUS. I read 2 or 3 books a week. My essential diet.
9) What are your guilty pleasures? 
MJ: Rock n’roll music, movies and book, magazine and CD collecting with a terrible vengeance. And writing too, naturally.
10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors? 
MJ: Just write and don’t talk about it.
*****
Lolita meets Story of O, another memorable tale of love, sex and feelings from ‘the King of the erotic thriller’
When Ekaterina meets Alexander a shockingly sexy but tender romance develops.
She is a young Italian trainee journalist, who dreams of wild sexual adventures. He is the older Englishman who she believes can fulfill her fantasies. When Ekaterina is sent to interview the ageing writer Alexander in London, she is blinded by his charm and experience. Their relationship explodes in a sensual orgy, which defies society’s acceptance.
When a mysterious angel of death who calls herself Emma enters their lives, Ekaterina and Alexander know their days together are numbered.
A shocking climax set in Venice in winter brings the three protagonists together.
A tale of sex and tenderness that ranks alongside Jakubowski classic The State of Montana.
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*****
MAXIM JAKUBOWSKI worked for many years in book publishing as an editor (including titles by William Golding, Peter Ackroyd, Oliver Stone, Michael Moorcock, Peter Ustinov, Jim Thompson, David Goodis, Paul Ableman, Sophie Grigson, Marc Behm, Cornell Woolrich, etc…) and launched the Murder One Bookshop, which he owned and ran for over 20 years. He now writes, edits and translates full-time in London.
*****
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