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Because they're fun.

 Because they're flirty.

Because they're classic.

Because they're sexy.


That Filthy Book

That Filthy Book was a joy to write with the awesome Natalie Dae (aka Sarah Masters) and I am completely thrilled that it has had some great reviews already.

Erotica For All

I really enjoyed That Filthy Book. Yes, it’s incredibly kinky, dirty and totally lives up to its name. But it’s much more than that too – fabulously well written, engaging and heartwarming. Yes, heartwarming! What I loved most about this was the fact that all the erotic exploration was done by a loving married couple with normal lives. There’s some seriously edgy stuff in here, but it’s handled in a sensitive and sane manner and is all part of enhancing the sex life and emotional connection of a couple who have forgotten how to just be ‘them’ instead of parents, colleagues, friends, etc. So if you’re looking for a smokin’ hot read with lashings of romance and a beautiful relationship, then you should definitely check out That Filthy Book. 

Fallen Angel Book Reviews

This book is intense. I have never read such a hot, sexy, raw book. I loved it. The best part of this book is it isn't just a book about sex. It's a book about the exploration of a marriage and how easy it is to fall into a rut of behavior. It's about the lengths a couple is willing to go to, to keep their sex life fresh and their marriage happy. Most of all, it's about a happily married couple who are still in love and after 10 years, finding that love can grow deeper and richer. This book shows how rich and satisfying a fantasy sex life can be when shared with a patient and understanding partner. I don't think simple words can even do justice to what this book made me feel. As a happily married woman myself, I found myself nodding as I read about the uncertainties that plagued Karen. It's nice to know that I am not alone in these thoughts. I recommend that every woman read this book, because unless you experience it for yourself, I am not sure I can convey the emotion this book evokes. Read the book. You won't be disappointed. 

Beyond Romance

That Filthy Book is a steamy example of romantic erotica, with a sex scene in practically every chapter. However, what impressed me most about this book was the authors' skill in conveying Karen's doubts and insecurities. It's difficult to be honest about one's sexual fantasies, even with someone you know well. There's always the fear that you'll be condemned as evil and perverse – or perhaps even worse, laughed at. With her fears about her physical attractiveness, her preoccupation with her kids, her worries about whether her desires are “normal”, Karen is totally believable. I suspect that many readers will strongly identify with her. As the book is narrated from Karen's point of view, we see less of Jacob's insecurities, but in the one scene where Karen dominates him, his confusion is brilliantly portrayed.

I also want to comment on the seamless quality of this collaborative narrative. The style is consistent throughout the book. I couldn't tell which parts were Natalie's and which parts were Lily's, which is of course the way it should be.

If you want to be convinced that there is indeed (super-hot!) sex after marriage, buy this filthy but delightful book.

Here is the blurb

Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.

In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.

Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.

I have also had great fun creating a Pinterest board which reflects the scenes and images from the naughty novel. Check it out here...

Have a great day

Lily x


100 words

It's too hot to do anything of any use, so here, have a drabble. (and yes, it is exactly 100 words)

Prim and proper

The writer knows the words, though she pretends she doesn’t. She can taste them in her mouth, rich and dangerous, but she will never utter them. Her hand, pen ready, will never reach the paper to bleed the danger onto the paper.

Oh, she dreams and her body knows, but she’s not ready yet to pay the price, so she imagines she isn’t aware of the storm in her belly and the anger in her heart. Her words will go as far as she dares, but never far enough to silence the voice in her head.

She starts to write…


When Fiction and Real Life Collide

Lately I have been working on a new book. It's about a woman who keeps a journal at the behest of her lover, a dominant man who wants to explore her submissive side with her. As she moves deeper into the passionate relationship, she learns more about herself -- and him -- and in the meantime, they have some of the best sex imaginable.

Hot, right? Sexy, too. But here's the problem: The journal is my own, and the woman is me.

That might not seem like a problem. After all, writing about my sex life is not something I have ever shied away from. Several years ago I even wrote an erotic memoir. But this time, I find myself feeling a bit more guarded about my personal life. So the question now becomes: How much of it do I share? How much of this non-fiction book do I turn into a fictional story? How much of myself do I leave in the words?

Anyone who has ever written a short story, essay, book, or anything else that made it into the hands of readers has dealt with this. Even if the story is complete fiction, there is always an element of yourself in the words, isn't there? A turn of phrase you like to use, the name of a high school sweetheart, the fantasies that are in your head until they pour out onto the paper. We call it fiction because it hasn't actually happened, but there is some truth in everything, if you only look hard enough to find it.

But it's different when you start with the truth and attempt to fictionalize it. The real world is already there, and now you are trying to create something that hides the most delicate and vulnerable spots yet plays up the rest. It can be easy to write about the sexual act -- I mean, we're all adults here, so let's be honest. We've had sex, we've had great sex, emotional sex, hot and raunchy sex! You're reading erotica, or maybe you're writing it, and that means you've got sex on the mind.

Putting the sex out there is not the problem. Putting the emotion out there is where things become tricky.

So as I work on this new manuscript, I am faced with the daily question of how much to leave there, how much to take out, how much to change and how much to keep. Have you ever written something about your sex life and then chose to put it out there for public reading? How did you handle the delicate parts, the ones that showed off more than your libido? I would love to hear your comments!


Ample Delights by Nichelle Gregory

Ample Delights will be available on August 20th 
with Total E-Bound Publishing!

I'm excited about this book for a few reasons:
1. It will be my eighth published work with TEB! I'd like to thank, Amy, my editor for all her hard work and everyone else who worked to make this story sparkle! I'd also like to thank Emmy for rocking this cover for me! It's one of my favorites!

2. This book features a sexy full-figured heroine! Curves rock! I wanted to pen a tale celebrating that fact.

3. The backdrop for this steamy romance is in Hawaii! Boy, do I wish I was there on the beach sipping on a mango martini!

I, digress, I'm here today to talk about Ample Delights! If you enjoy hot steamy romances with tropical backdrops this IS the book for you!
Beauty, brains and voluptuous curves...Terrah’s exactly the kind of woman Nick’s been looking for, but can he convince her that the smokin’ hot chemistry between is more than skin deep?

Terrah Bryant embraces her curves despite being immersed in the modelling world. Her job as a makeup artist requires confidence, creativity and the ability to stay focused in the presence of some of the world’s finest men. She has never had a problem until she works with Nick Tasso, a gorgeous Greek model who has a thing for voluptuous women. Terrah is swept away by the sizzling chemistry between them and emotionally unprepared when their electric connection blossoms into something more than hot sex. She struggles to deal with the media’s scrutiny over her body and their burgeoning relationship. Terrah must decide to trust her heart and face her own insecurities before she can have the 'happily ever after' she truly desires.

And exclusive sneak peek inside Ample Delights!

Nick Tasso.

Everyone in the world of fashion knew his name. He was one of the most sought-after male models in the business. Tabloid pictures of Nick and Jocelyn kissing in a club had circulated in entertainment news for months. Today would be Terrah’s first time working with him.

“Speak of the gorgeous devil…”

Terrah glanced up from her makeup case to see Nick approaching them. Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze skated over the Greek model.

Lawd, have mercy.

Nick Tasso was beyond gorgeous. Dressed in an elegant tux, he was positively lethal to any female with a pulse, and Terrah’s was racing. He was sexier in person than on the magazine pages she’d never admit to having stared at before arriving at the studio. His thick, dark brown hair gleamed almost black in the studio. He had beautiful…no, mesmerising green eyes framed by long, sooty lashes on a profile the gods had surely chiselled with love, by hand. Terrah loved the way his olive skin contrasted perfectly with the pristine white tuxedo shirt, which he wore open, revealing taut abs beneath. His dark good looks belonged on the glossy pages of magazines, to be seen and adored by women all over the world.

Adored and ogled.

Terrah cursed under her breath, annoyed by her thoughts. She was used to working in close proximity with beautiful females and males. It was her job, and not once had she been physically attracted to a model.

Until today.

“Ready for me?” Nick asked, flashing them both a brilliant smile before turning his green eyes on Terrah.

His deep voice reminded her of warm leather, strong and soothing to the senses.

“I am.” Terrah patted the chair beside her. “Have a seat here.”

“You’ll be in good hands with Terrah.”

Michelle winked at her as Nick sat down. The art director walked off, and Terrah ignored the flutter of butterflies in her stomach as she fished around in her makeup case for the right powder for Nick. She selected a sponge for application, then pivoted on her heels to find Adonis looking right at her.

And that would be because you’re right in his face.

“This won’t take long. Can you take off yourthe shirt? I don’t want to get makeup on it.”

“No problem.”

Terrah stepped out of his way as he stood up to shrug out of his tuxedo jacket and shirt. Her pulse quickened as her eyes swept over hard, defined muscles. She met his eyes and knew, finally knew, what it meant to be spellbound by a man.

How could she have thought his eyes were simply green? They were aqua green.

Like the ocean.

Terrah straightened her back, annoyed by the flash of heat running up her neck to her cheeks. She prided herself on being a seasoned professional, unaffected by the plethora of male goodness she often found herself surrounded by. Besides, she refused to mentally moon over a pretty-boy model, especially one dating someone as vapid and annoying as Jocelyn. He was obviously into boring, bone-skinny blondes.

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Pre-order Ample Delights here and look for it to hit TEB shelves on Aug. 20th!  

Love & Laughter

Nichelle Gregory 
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Get Your Mind Out of the Gutter!

I have a confession to make. I think naughty thoughts. Okay, I'm not the only one, but I think naughty thoughts when I'm watching G- and PG-rated movies, TV shows, etc. 

Is it just me?

The other day, my boys were watching a popular teen show. Teen-ager's, now. This episode featured the cast - maybe four girls and two or three guys - all trapped in a room. Plots other than the shows intention began popping up in my head. "Cast them a little older, then what if she did him while he did her?" or "I think it'd be sexy if that group of four got all naked and cozy." 

Then in another show, one girl ended up hanging out with about three guys. They were coaxing her to stay for dinner or something. Of course, naughty me started imagining them coaxing her to stay for other reasons.  Oh, the possibilities.

Jeesh. On one hand, I like the turn of my thoughts because inspiration can come from just about everywhere, right? On the other hand, sometimes I'd like to watch a PG show and let it remain, PG. 

So does this happen to anyone else, or am I really as naughty as I think I am? ;-)

Here's to you ~


Rhythm Maker

There is a subtle rhythm that beats when you read. One you probably don’t even notice it.

From that first word of any book you read it pulls you in and takes you on a journey. Each step gives you various beat that resonate with you. That first blush of meeting and the little catch that you get when you read it. The foray of the characters as they do that dance of seduction which keeps your heart racing as you wonder when will they or will they at all. Then when they do you your pulse skyrockets with each kiss, caress and thrust as they come together. Then you go on the journey of their affair. The up rhythms of them getting to know each other after the sexual encounter. A laugh at their antics which makes your body move in time with them. That little sound you make as something they do pleases you. The humph as they act the fool. The sway as you enjoy this journey that makes you go up then down and all around. When that obstacle comes and your fist clenches while your heart wonders how can they fix this and the tears fall with the person most devastated after that moment. Then ultimately the triumph they get when they overcome it all to be together. Your soul rejoices and you love it. Once done you exhale and that dance is done at least until the next time.

All this is rhythms that comes from within. One that is individual as each of you. No two rhythms you feel are the same. Heck when you reread the book the rhythm changes. I love reading books and how it makes the rhythm of my soul move. And this is what I work for when I write. A rhythm that will resonate in a reader. Make them become part of the fabric of the dance I am creating in my story. I’ve been called everything from writer, author, storyteller and all the in between. I am all those things and so much more. Of all the names I’m called I like to call myself … Rhythm Maker.

Taige Crenshaw
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Plenty of Choice for Vampires.

Hello all. Today I'm going to share something hot and paranormal with you. Because, as my cryptic title suggests, there's lots of choice for this certain vampire and for you, as The Vampire's Choice, Book 3 in the Point Vamp Series  is now available from All Romance Ebooks, and 

Here's the Blurb:

A crazy vampire or an ice-queen human, it’s not much of a choice but it is the one Kyle has to make.

Kyle may be undead, but he still lives at home with his Gran and works in a supermarket stacking shelves with his mates. His life hasn’t changed much, apart from being dead and having to suck blood from live humans to survive.

Luckily he knows The Point, a vampire bar where the humans are hot, tasty and eager to please. Well, most of them are. Janine is the exception. She is cold and distant, but from the first time he meets her, Kyle is smitten.

But he has a problem. A hot but crazy female vamp has got him in her sights and she’ll stop at nothing to get him all to herself.

Kyle has a decision to make and it will change his afterlife forever. Who will he chose?


And now an excerpt:

 “Now, this is how it will go.” She stood up and pulled the clip from her bright red and loosely curled hair so it swished around her shoulders.” I am going to come but you are not to touch me, not one finger, right?” She slipped the short, sexy, black dress she was wearing down her body till it pooled on the ground at her feet.
“Okay,” I said, my eyes fixed on her naked curves and anticipating the next revelation. I could feel my mouth watering. She really was abundantly beautiful. She was soft and I wanted to squeeze her close to me.

“You can get yourself off,” she continued, in the same matter-of-fact and slightly bored tone, as if she was a waitress reading out the day’s specials and not a woman stripping for an increasingly aroused and hungry vampire.
“But you mustn’t get any vamp goo on me or miss my orgasm cos you’re too caught up in trying to have your own.”
The bra was next to go and I muffled a moan as her ample breasts tumbled from their black lace prison.
“And you will suck me as I come, not before and not after. I will tell you when my orgasm hits and I expect your fangs to be buried in my skin no more than three seconds later.”

She turned her back on me and pulled off her black knickers, which meant I got a clear and arousing view of her behind. It made me think she was enjoying this show more than she was letting on.
“Right,” I said when I’d stopped daydreaming and realised she’d turned around and was looking at me. “I’ve got it.”

Janine walked over to the bed in two easy strides. She seemed so confident and at ease that I truly felt a little in awe of her at that moment.
She lay down on the bed, propped up on the pillows. I watched from my position by the door as she lewdly spread her legs and snaked an eager yet delicate hand down to her pussy.
I took a step forward to get a closer look and before I knew it I was at the end of the bed, watching her fingers sink in and out of her.

She watched me as I sat down at the very bottom edge of the bed. Her cold stare warned me to keep my distance and it was only when she was convinced that I would comply that her eyes closed and her fingers, sticky with her juices, sought out her clit.
I have never been more desperate to go down on a woman than I was at that moment. I wanted to taste her. She smelt so good, like ripe lychees and refreshing melon, and at that moment I felt a thirst I had not experienced since I was alive.
I was so focused on the soft curves of her pussy lips and the shiny pearl that would peek between her fingers as she wanked that I didn’t even think about touching the hard-on that was eagerly trying to escape the confines of my trousers. I glanced up to her face and our gazes met. She gasped as the lust in her eyes found a match in my own and with a wry smile she closed her eyes once more.

“I’m close,” she gasped a moment later and I scrabbled nearer.
“Wait,” Janine whispered, as I leaned in, “just a little more…” And then she tensed and I knew the time was right. I wrapped my arms around her and plunged my fangs into her exposed neck. The blood was good, the best I had ever tasted. I drank eagerly but remembered the strict training and counted as I sucked. On the count of ten I pulled away reluctantly, and paused just a few inches from her skin.

“Right, that’s it,” she said and pulled away from me. I could have held her back but I was still so aroused and needy that I didn’t even move. “I’ll take my money now, please.”
I counted out one hundred pounds and Janine lifted her brow. I added another twenty and she nodded and snatched the money off the duvet and tucked it into the bra she’d just put on.

“Thank you,” I said as she continued to dress. “You taste absolutely delicious.”

“Yes,” she replied, “it’s the blood group. I’m AB negative and it’s rare.”

She slipped her foot into a shoe and walked out of the door without even a wave or a spoken word of parting. I felt used and still highly aroused. It was strange. I’d just sucked her blood, watched her orgasm without taking part in it and yet I was the one feeling as if I’d been picked up and discarded.

  When I walked past the female security vamp she shot out a hand and held my arm.
“I recognise that look. Janine does it to everyone, dude.”

I smiled at her and noticed for the first time that she really was very pretty.
“Well, it was good blood,” I said, “I can’t really grumble.”

“No, but you’re still so turned on that I can see your cock straining against your pants and you feel used.”

I nodded; I couldn’t deny it.

“Hang on a moment and I’ll fix your problem for you.

“Hey, Tim, my shift’s up, is Tony here yet?” she yelled.

“Not quite. I’ll fill in for him.” Tim, the security manager walked out from his office at the other end of the corridor.

“Thanks, man,” the female vamp replied, then grabbed and pulled me towards a room at the very end of the corridor.

“I’ve never been in here before,” I said as she pushed open the door.

“Well you wouldn’t. This is the security team’s locker room.” She pulled me past rows of metal cupboards to another door, which she yanked open then pushed me through. I decided that this had to be put down as the weirdest day of my entire life and, as I realised we were in a stock room surrounded by mops and buckets and brushes, I suspected it was about to get even weirder.

“Hey, I’m Sharon, by the way. I was vamped in the early eighties and, as much as I enjoy human blood, I crave vampire cock.”

I lifted an eyebrow. I still wasn’t quite accustomed to how straightforward vampires and especially female vampires could be. Before I could introduce myself, Sharon was down on her knees. She ripped open the front of my trousers—quite literally, I hoped there was a spare pair somewhere—and pulled down my boxers. My dick was still semi-hard, so Sharon instantly wrapped her lips around it. She placed her dainty fingers around the base and moved her head up and down in a way that told me she was very skilled indeed at this kind of thing.

My mind was a whirr, but the pull of lust ploughed through everything else and I moaned with appreciation as I felt the warm confines of her throat all around me. I’d never experienced deep throat before and, as aroused as I was, I was finding it hard not to come—I didn’t want to be a disappointment. A vampire like Sharon would have no qualms about spreading that kind of embarrassing info around.

“No gag reflex,” she winked as she pulled my cock from between her lips and licked them with a purr. She flicked the long, sharp, straight fringe of black hair from her face. “Now I want to be fucked.” Sharon stood up and pulled open her blouse to reveal her breasts. I preferred Janine’s full bosom, but I wasn’t going to tell Sharon that. She stood against the wall and pulled me to her, painfully crushing my erection between us and making me wince.

“I want you inside me,” she gasped, and grabbed hold of my shirt. She shifted position and lifted her leg to rest on my hip. This made her short skirt ride high over her petite thighs. “Vampires are really fucking flexible.” She laughed and reached down between us to find my hardness. She smoothly slotted me into her wet and naked pussy and lifted her other leg and wrapped it around my waist. This pulled me in deeper and held me tightly against her.

“Come on then,” she said, playfully nibbling at my earlobe with her fangs. “Fuck me, stud.”

I did what felt natural and pulled back a little, then pushed forward. It felt so good I tried it again, but with more effort. I was still fairly inexperienced at the sex thing. Yes, I made ladies come on a regular basis in order to feed on them, but mostly I stuck to the classic missionary position and I hadn’t had any complaints about that at all. This was completely new to me and as I thrust into her I hoped that my legs wouldn’t give way beneath us as the joy of approaching orgasm flowed through my body.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted loudly, her nails digging painfully into my shoulder blades, but the sting did not detract from the ecstasy—it seemed to feed it further. “Fuck, Kyle, that’s it.” She panted. She wasn’t speaking now, she was just babbling. Her cunt clenched around me as her words rolled into moans and hisses of pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped, and she screamed then, louder and longer than I’d heard anyone scream before. As she yelled her pussy tightened around me with a gush of liquid and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I rammed myself deeper inside her and came with a grunt that was not audible above her ecstatic cries.

We stayed in position a moment, both panting and gasping for breath. She lowered her legs and pulled back from me.

“That stupid human doesn’t know what she’s missing,” Sharon laughed as she smoothed her skirt down her legs. “Thanks for the fuck, Kyle.” She fastened her blouse buttons, waved and walked out of the store cupboard. I was stunned and didn’t move or speak for a moment. I know when I fuck women there’s no real emotional tie, but they generally stay around for an embrace and maybe even a kiss. This felt altogether seedier. Also, how did she know my name? I’d not had time to tell it to her before she’d fallen on my cock like a hungering beast.

I felt weird. I had fed and been satisfied and I’d also been sexually sated, but somehow those two things separated just didn’t seem to give me the warm contented feeling I expected after receiving blood and sex.

I hope you enjoyed that snippet. You can pick up The Vamprie's Choice from Total-E-Bound now.


All Together Now Menage Anthology Release & Giveaway!

Hello everyone - I am very bad and must be spanked *wink*, because I am sooooo late getting this post out to you! But I promise to make it up by giving you a tasty excerpt from my story, "The Perfect Third" that is one of six HAWT menage offerings in the anthology, All Together Now. Another way I will make it up to you for my bad behaviour, is I will also be giving away one print copy of the anthology to one lucky commenter. All Together Now will be available in print on July 23rd here at TEB, but is available now in ebook form for all of you digital downloaders out there.

To win, just comment (with contact info) on your dream menage combination! I'll go first: Eric the vampire and Alcide the werewolf from True Blood. Who's the third? Well, I suppose it SHOULD be Sookie, but I'd rather it were me!

Here's a steamy adult excerpt from "The Perfect Third":

He looked sideways at Antony, who gave a slight nod. They were so used to each other, and knew how to non-verbally communicate exactly what sexy move was next on the evening’s agenda. Lorne held Denise’s head, as he gently backed out of her mouth.

“Oh, darling,” she purred, “I wasn’t done eating.”

“I know, but we have something special for you tonight. What you said you always wanted to try.”

Denise took in a quick breath. “You mean…”

“Yes, baby. Now be a good girl and get on top of Antony.”

Antony, already clued-up to the night’s festivities, had positioned himself on his back on the bed. He scooted over to the middle, but still kept his legs over the end with his feet on the ground. He had stroked himself to a good hard erection. Lorne’s long and thick cock was impressive, but Antony’s God-like erection was spectacular. Denise had been begging for what they were about to do for a long time, but they always wanted to make sure a girl knew what she was getting into—or, more accurately, what was getting into her—before they attempted it.

“Hold on, boys,” she said lasciviously. “If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, I want to use some of my toys.”

Lorne was puzzled, but Antony looked almost insulted.

“I’m sure you’ll get plenty of pleasure from what our cocks are about to do to you,” said Antony, trying not to let his pride bring the evening to a halt.

“Oh, sugar, I know they will! It’s just that, well, you boys are so…organic in your tastes. I’ve wanted to add a little more spice to things for a while. I promise you, it’s purely to heighten what I’m already sure will be sensational.”

Antony looked at Lorne to gauge his reaction. Lorne merely shrugged as if to say ‘Why not?’

“Sure, babe, tell us what you want.”

“Okay, Lorne darling. Antony’s already nice and ready for me here. Do you mind grabbing my little bag of tricks over by my closet door?”

Lorne looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a small black tote. He picked it up, and when he unzipped the top to view the contents he got the complete picture of what she wanted. Their kinky little Denise liked it rough. Lorne and Antony had very little in the way of taboos, but BDSM had never been their first choice with a date. They both truly loved women, and would never do anything to hurt or degrade one. But if that was something the woman wanted, they would do their best to please her.

“Any requests?”

He could see Antony sitting up on the bed, straining around Denise to try to get a good look at what was going on. The evening had taken an interesting turn.


Okay, don't forget to leave a comment with your info for a chance to win a print copy of All Together Now. See you next month!


Sunshine and Soldiers

Thanks for reading my post. I'm happy to be here. My latest novella comes out this month from Total-E-Bound, Sunshine of Your Love. Here's a little bit about it:

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?

The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

Pre-order here!

When I set out to write this story it was totally character driven. I wasn't born when this story is set. Nope. I'm a youngling. But I did a lot of research to make sure the story came across as if I had.

But as I said it was character driven. I had these two people who kept talking. Who was I to not listen? That's where things got complicated. The hero referred to the heroine for the longest time as 'babe'. I had no idea what her name was. Then he talked about situations I had never been in. I've only been out of the United States a couple times and only to Niagara Falls. So to make sure this soldier's stories were viable, I did a lot of research. A LOT. I talked to Vietnam vets and read extensively. The television show Vietnam in HD helped a lot as well.

Then I had to get the heroine to tell me her name. I had a pretty good grasp on the hero and the broken parts of him. But she was an enigma. 'Babe'.

I shouldn't have worried. Once the hero got his story across, all that back story, that's when the heroine started talking. She was strong, quiet and willing to take on the challenges Noel presented. Cindy was a good match for him.

Putting the pieces of their relationship together to get their story told was difficult and emotional. Yes, there are sexy things happening in the tale. It's erotic romance. It has to be sexy. But there is a lot of emotional baggage between these two people. Sorting it out and keeping it from overtaking the story got to be tough.

So where did I get the title of this post? Noel finally told me his nickname for Cindy and he's a soldier. Simple.

This is a story near and dear to my heart. I hope it is to you, too. Be sure to get your copy.

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Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:

I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer.

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Writing a Gift

Writing can be a lot of things. Most of the time it’s great fun. It definitely is a rush. An addiction. Sometimes it can be a bit of a drag, too, when the story just won’t flow or characters start behaving oddly. And then, sometimes, there are those very rare occasions, when, as a writer, you are blessed. You receive a gift. Everything just fits, the story is there, the characters are so real inside your head you can hear their voices, feel what they feel, and within minutes, you know them—not just as characters in a book, but as people. (Help me fend off those guys with the straightjacket, please!) Add to that the luck of having a fantastic team of editors, and you’re in writer’s heaven.

Knives & Feathers is one of those books. The story entered my head, completely unexpectedly, and everything was just there. It didn’t even feel as though I was writing it. No, I was writing it down. It was as if the story already existed and all I had to do was grab hold of it and pin it down.

Consider this my excuse, because in all honesty, I couldn’t have planned to write this book. I simply wouldn’t have dared tackle a topic so sinister, and sinister it is. Chances are it is too sinister for the average taste, but a story like this just isn’t average—at least not if you’re the lucky person chosen to write it (down).

Okay, that’s enough of me blabbing about writing the book, here’s what it’s about:

They say that love can heal all wounds - even the ones that are self-inflicted?

When best-selling author Chester Banning requires inside information on the life of a forensic pathologist, he comes across an enticing yet rather unwilling study subject in the shape of sinfully attractive Dr Nicolas Sheridan.
After a hot and slightly unsettling one night stand, Sheridan turns out to be as inapproachable as he is intriguing but clearly not interested in intensifying the liaison. Chester however finds himself falling head over heels in love and doesn’t rest until he succeeds in cracking Sheridan's icy shell. What he discovers underneath is a man who is well capable of love and affection but caught up in a web of lies spun by his abusive and possessive partner, Jake Simmons.

Led to believe that he is responsible for the death of his past lover, Sheridan's sense of guilt makes him tolerate the mistreatment he receives from Jake and seek punishment in self-harm.
Will the love and support Chester can give be enough to help Sheridan free himself from the demons that haunt him or is all Chester can do watch him go further down the road to self-destruction?

Knives & Feathers is due for release on July 30 but should be available to pre-order any day now. You can find it here:

Have a lovely day!


Sage Marlowe
Taking romance to the edge...


Award Me!

I’m always reading ecstatic posts from other writers about how they’ve been shortlisted for X or Y award. I can understand this – it’s great to be appreciated. This hasn’t happened to me very often, but I did have the pleasure this year of being shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award, awarded yearly by the Romantic Novelists’ Association.

Let me cut off any suspense by saying that I didn’t win. But hey, it was exciting just to be shortlisted. All the nominees had their own press releases, their own blog interviews, and an invitation to the award ceremony, where we were all brought to the front and photographed before the winner was announced. I wish all the best to Evonne Wareham, who displayed a degree of grace and poise while making her speech that I could never hope to achieve.

However, I did get a warm and fuzzy feeling when the judges’ description of The Hand He Dealt was read out. “Erotic, which is the next big thing… College, gambling, secrets and lies, and a hero to die for.” That’s nice, isn’t it? I’m sure Ash would love to know he’s a hero to die for.

And it’s good to hear that erotic romance is considered the next big thing. Fifty Shades of Grey may not be to everyone’s taste, but it does seem to be breaking boundaries for erotica writers. Who knows, one day I may see myself on the shelf at Asda.

But in the meantime, I’ll keep plugging away and hoping to be shortlisted for other awards. I have three stories accepted so far this year, so fingers crossed!


I Love

I love how I feel when you look at me, even a simple glance in my direction.

I love when you hold my hand and run your thumb over mine

I love when you touch my arm or lower back when we're walking, being a gentleman, caring for my welfare.

I love when you brush my wild hair from my face but then continue to play with the red tangles.

I love when you lift me off my feet so easily.

I love how when I look up at you I first see your neck and chin bottom before I get to your eyes.

I love how your lips feel on my skin.

I love how your arms wrap around me like a warm force field protecting me for the world.

I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your words reveals heaven in my mind.

I love the way my head fits on your chest.

I love falling asleep on you,wrapped in the blanket of your arms and waking up with you still next me.

I love the feel of your hands on my neck, my cheek, my breasts, my ass.

I love that you make me feel alive and young and beautiful and wanted when I before you, I felt dead and old and used up.

I love you.


The Summer Break

Big Lake Chetac, Wisconsin
So, it all started when I headed off to Northern Wisconsin for a fishing trip. Mind you, I don't fish. I have nothing against it. I have farm-girl roots and am proud of it. Fish are just...well, icky, lol. So what, you may ask, was I doing on a fishing trip? I might not fish, but I am certainly not opposed to spending several days on a boat in the middle of a pretty lake!

My family and I trekked up to where my cousin lives, nearly eight hours by car. Then it's another hour out to the cabin. The nearest bit of modernity consists of a run-down convenience store. But hey, you can buy bait and beer there, what else do you need?

Believe it or not, there are still places where you can't get a cell signal. This was one of them. I live in the middle of a fairly urban area. Did I think of this beforehand? I did not. The cabin we rented was supposed to have internet, I have a smartphone, sure I can get work done.

Well, you could get a nice, weak internet signal if you sat in one particular corner of the dining room. I had to fight my mom, my dad, my brother, and two of my brother's friends for that precious few feet. As for cell service - walk out the front door, go around the east corner of the building, take two paces. Turn to the lake. Stick your arm out to the side at a ninety-degree angle. If the wind is coming from the south, you're good to go. All right, so it maybe wasn't quite that complicated, but it did feel a bit like a treasure hunt. On the plus side, there were vast amounts of entertainment to be found. I had a great time watching people roam the cabin with their phones held high, searching for the ever-elusive single bar.

I survived without the tech. I had to make one semi-emergency trip to my cousin's place and there were an insane amount of emails in my inbox when I returned home, but it was actually kind of nice, after I adjusted. The trip itself was marvelous. Perfect weather, beautiful scenery. While I never did stick a pole in the water, I spent most of every day on the lake with the fishermen (and women). I usually took a book, but I didn't do much reading. The boat was small and we'd hug the shore, oftentimes simply drifting with the current. A perfect summer sun would light up the thick woods around the lake, the wind bringing the calls of the loons as they called to each other, warning of the approaching eagles. I've never seen so many eagles in one place, mostly hatchlings, going from one tree to another, floating upwards on the air currents and circling high overhead. I didn't do much work at all on the trip, not even writing.

Those five days seemed over far too quickly. Now it's miserably hot and I'm back in 'civilization' with my phone and laptop nearly always in reach. I've had to adjust again. I don't think I could handle being that isolated on any kind of permanent basis. I'm quite happy where I am. But that trip, a yearly event for my family, is absolutely necessary for my sanity. So now it's back to work, rejuvenated and re-energized. It's the absolute best way I've ever found to break writer's block.

So, is anyone else going - or have been - on a summer trip? Do you have a tradition, or a way that works for you, to break the routine and take a little 'me' time? I love my work, I love writing, and I couldn't live without that outlet. But sometimes, I have to put it aside and take a break to remember why I love it.


K.M. Mahoney 
Come Wander With Me