Erzabet's read book montage

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
Awakening the Virgin: True Tales of Seduction
Mona Lisa Awakening
Mona Lisa Blossoming
Mona Lisa Craving
Mona Lisa Darkening
Lucinda, Darkly
Beg for It
Beg For It
Master of Mine
Howling Sacrifices
Interview With the Vampire
Midnight Blue: The Sonja Blue Collection
Full Moon Rising
Kissing Sin
Dangerous Games
Tempting Evil
The Darkest Kiss
Embraced By Darkness
Deadly Desire

Erzabet Bishop's favorite books »

Monday, September 22, 2014

Breathless Monday: Take a Chance On Me

1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
I've always wanted to be a writer, from the earliest memory. There's nothing more magical to me than the story of how 2 people fall in love and maintain their relationship. I'm blessed to be able to write their stories.
2. Plotter or pantster?
I'm a pantster, completely. I have a general  idea where the story is going and what will happen, but I leave my characters in charge for the most part and let them tell me what they want.  If I plotted, they'd no doubt change the outline anyway, fickle things which they are.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
1. A copy of the Blue Tardis journal The Doctor gave River Song in Doctor Who
2. A stuffed bunny my Hubby gave me as his first romantic gift to me because he called me 'my bunny'.
3. 3 bottles of water to remind me to hydrated and to keep me from eating junk food
4. Favorite food?
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
'Take a Chance on Me' is the story of co workers who become lovers right before both their worlds fall apart. It's a companion book to my first release from Breathless Press, Wedding Belle Blues. The hero and heroine are more mature and past that 'first bloom' of love.
Christine, the heroine, spoke the most to me because she's actually much like me: same age, lifestyle, things which happen with and to her. It was great to talk to her and let her tell me her side of things.
6. I write because ____...
I have to. It's like breathing. I need it, I carve it, I have to do it.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Characters which grow through life experience are my favorite, the ones who learn how to relate to themselves and their worlds in a whole new way when things look the darkest. We all have to grow and change with life circumstances, so these characters are the most real to me.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
In the novel I'm currently writing, the hero is trying to bake cookies as a surprise for his sister who has been very ill. He fails, and for some reason, the heroine finds this incredibly sexy and decides to seduce him against the glass French doors in the kitchen.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Write something every day, even if you don't think it will amount to the story you want to tell. You never know where a scene might fit.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I'm finishing the next book in the 'Weddings by C & C' series and already have the characters for the next book telling me their story.

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Author bio 
Mia Epsilon lives with her enduring soul mate hubby in the gorgeous Blue Ridge Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina, USA. She's an avid reader of almost anything but particularly romance, with too many favorite authors to name. Mia is a never-miss-an-episode viewer of Doctor Who and Sherlock, eagerly awaits each new season, and tends to binge watch both on Netflix with a couple of pots of tea and a plate of blueberry scones. She also happily suffers a coffee and chocolate addiction which causes her to visit her favorite chocolate store, The Chocolate Fetish an abnormally high amount of times.
She can most often be found at her computer, spinning new tales, or in a quiet padded nook with her e reader happily engrossed in a new story. Look for more books and favorite characters in the 'Weddings by C & C' line including, 'Wedding Belle Blues', 'Take a Chance on Me' and 'That Night'.

'Take a Chance on Me' Blurb:
Friends and lovers rarely mix well with co workers and embezzlement cases as Charlie and Christine are about to discover.
After a near fatal accident leads to one incredible night of amazing sex, Christine and Charlie take the leap from friends to lovers.
Christine has battled many demons in the last few years. Charlie has always been her confident and support. When Charlie refuses to answer emails or texts after an embezzling scheme arises at work, Christine must come to terms with not only losing a fabulous lover and her best friend but her job as well.
Charlie carries his own scars when it comes to women. Yet there's something about Christine which brings out his protective side and makes him hope for love he's wanted for years.
Christine and Charlie must work together to catch the thief before they can secure a love of a lifetime. Can they catch the embezzler before they lose not only their jobs and each other, but their lives as well?

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His silence seemed wrong. Guilt filled his expression and just as quickly it vanished, but she sensed his withdrawal. Christine shook her head. No. She didn't, couldn't doubt him after what they'd just done, what they were to each other. She trusted him as she'd never trusted any other person. Charlie threw an arm over his face, blocking her physically as well as emotionally. "Don't ask me about this."
Something inside her curled up and stopped breathing. Whatever he hid separated them more than the distance between their homes. "You said you believed in me. Did you mean it?" Anyone but Charlie could doubt her, anyone. He lay still, his chest heaving as she climbed from the bed and pulled on a robe. "Oh my God, you didn't."
"Of course I meant it." He sat up, his expression closed and professional, no emotion. "But there's a reason I didn't get placed on administrative leave too. I've been cleared. You haven't."
She took the blow as if he'd hit her. He never would, but this unexpected emotional punch hurt more. "How could you come here, touch me, enter me, whisper all those things if you think I'm a thief and a liar?"
"Making love with you has nothing to do with the corporation and never did." The edge to his voice, the hard bitterness, cut her like a knife. "Peg asked me not to discuss this case with anyone, especially you. She asked the same of you, didn't she, because our jobs are on the line?"
Peg, short for Margaret, Christine realized as numbness seeped through her, and the promotion. Oh God. "You two are old friends and she cleared you because you're the Golden Boy. I'm expendable. It doesn't even matter if I didn't steal the money; it's all about protecting the corporate image."
Charlie thrust a hand through his hair. "Stop before we both say something we regret. Just stop, Christine. Please."
Fury overrode all her common sense. "Have you only come here to see if I'll admit what you and the corporate heads think I've done. Some after sex pillow talk? Were you to search my house for missing money and forged orders while I slept exhausted from our bouts of sexual release? You're part of the corporation's rat patrol, their ultimate secret weapon with those sweet Hawaiian words. I bet they don't even translate like you said. They probably mean 'stupid fool' or 'trampy slut'."
"For God's sake, don't be ridiculous." He pounded a pillow flat. "I shouldn't even be here, but I couldn't stay away. Think whatever else you want, but the truth is you and I share something unique."
"We do? Really?" Christine couldn't believe anything anymore. He wouldn't say he believed her incapable of being a thief and hadn't come to investigate her. The fury, the fear, and the grief made her cruel. "So it's okay to fuck me like a whore as long as you get the promotion, and I take the fall."

Breathless Monday: The Gift

1.       How did you start writing erotic romance?
Because all I think of is sex! Just kidding…kinda. In all seriousness though, it was kinda on accident. I always wrote romance, but as I got older the spice just drifted in.
2.       Plotter or pantster?
A little bit of both…at least in the start. After I get going, it's all fair game from there!
3.       What are three things you have on your writing desk?

I'll tell you what I don't have on my desk. Space.
4.       Favorite food?

Tacos. With a bunch of sour cream! MMMMM
5.       Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?

The Gift features a married couple celebrating their tenth anniversary. Sheryl, my heroine decides to have a naked painting commissioned, wanting to give Daniel something other than a tie or shirt. But regret sets in, and she makes a mad effort to hide the sporadic gift from her husband.
It would definitely have to be Sheryl that spoke the loudest. Why? I think she and I are a lot alike! *still wearing my clothes…atm*
6.       I write because ____...
I was cursed…with an imagination that threatens to explode my head if I don't get it on paper!
7.       What is your favorite type of character to write about?

I actually enjoy the side characters, or supporting cast. Sometimes they are the ones that get to have all the fun.
8.       What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
I have to say this entire Flirt is the sexiest thing I have written to date…curious yet?
9.       What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Do what feels natural.
10.   What is next on your writerly horizon?

A series! I am seriously contemplating getting one going.


It's Sheryl and Daniel's tenth anniversary, and Sheryl is compelled to get her beloved soul mate the gift of all gifts. Discarding her normally self-reserved persona, she has a nude portrait commissioned. He was bound to love it…wasn’t he?

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My chest tightened, and I had to take slow, calming breaths to steady my quivering limbs as I maintained eye contact. I had waited years for this moment; defeating modesty with a blatant desire to shed the snow from its covered mountain peak. I prayed I wouldn't pass out before the overdue climax reached fruition.
His tongue darted out and he licked the corners of his mouth hungrily, squinting in concentration. "One more touch," he promised with a whisper. He then threw his head back and bellowed. "Finished!"
I pulled the sheets over my nudity, suddenly embarrassed. My clammy palms smeared the soft fabric with wet streaks as I wrung the material between shaky fingers. I waited for him to speak—to say anything. With pursed lips, he occasionally produced a clicking sound as his tongue bounced off of his front teeth.
I willed his words to come. But silence was the one thing I found to be the most charming of his many qualities. Without words, he couldn't criticize me...or my newest fetish. My endeavor was safe with this almost mime.
He grunted loudly and twisted his body back and forth. A long stretch pulled him to his tiptoes as his head fell back to blow kisses at the popcorn ceiling. He lowered his gaze slowly and devoured my form from crown to toe, like a lion inspecting his prey. The deep blue of his eyes hid his thoughts, just as the ocean concealed buried treasure.

Ishabelle Torry is a full time mother, wife and student. She enjoys time with her family, and their plethora of pets on the farm. In her spare time, she is constantly dreaming of characters and the worlds they are found in. Occasionally, Ishabelle has been known to argue with her characters and bribe them with cookies when they have a wayward moment.
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Friday, September 19, 2014

Elemental Magic Series


 Earth Enchanted Elemental Magic #1 Blurb: Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men -- her telepathy tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. Things are looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who murdered Jack’s wife turns out to be after him too. Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!  

To Take Up The Sword Elemental Magic #2 Blurb: Missing diamonds and a killer on the loose…will a schoolteacher and FBI agent escape with their lives and hearts intact? After the acquittal of Gueraldi's right hand and favored killer for hire, Ashton Smythe, Special Agent Gabriel Spiller takes time away from his work with the FBI. Having failed in his mission to avenge his lost would be lover, Serena Roarke, Gabe returns to Alabama in search of the missing diamonds needed to reopen the investigation and to lay low from the death threats he's received since Smythe went free. Almost two years after her sister's death, Leannan O'Neal feels the loss of Serena more now than ever. A secret meeting between them before she died left Lea with an ugly figurine and nothing but questions. Hang-up calls at work and a trashed house reminds her of the card Serena gave her. "If you find yourself in trouble, go to him and only him" were the last words her sister spoke to her. With Smthye out for revenge and hot on her heels, Lea goes on the run in search of Serena's 'Angel', but how long can Gabe keep her alive, and is the cost worth more than her life?   Wait for the Wind


 Elemental Magic #3 Blurb: Kate O'Connell grew up loved by the Corrigan family, all the while suffering from the inescapable reality of her own alcoholic father. At a young age she gave her heart and innocence to Ryan Corrigan. For once happiness seemed within her reach, until in one horror-filled night, the monster she called 'Daddy' changed everything. Too many misunderstandings forced Kate and Ryan apart, but now Kate's come home to open her clinic and raise her daughter, Allaina, closer to his family. Will she be able to open Ryan's heart to his magic? Ryan is glad to be back on Irish soil, but the reason he left still haunts him. As he tries to build a new life and redeem his past, can he forgive Kate and reclaim his healing gift in time to save his sister and her twins?


Sea’s Sorceress Elemental Magic #4 Blurb: Love can come along at the most inconvenient times... Skye Corrigan treasures family above all else. Standing by his best friend Rhia while she suffers the heartache of losing her father to cancer has strengthened their childhood bond. Lately Rhia affects him in ways she never has before. Rhiannon O'Malley shares Skye's past and hopes for a future with him, but love must come with a willing heart. Her father's terminal illness has left her in charge of the family pub. Skye has always been there for her, but when their relationship changes, will she find the courage to claim the future? Or will a thousand-year-old curse keep its grip on two hostage hearts?    

Fire's Ice Elemental Magic #5 (series end) Blurb: Ultimate power, or endless love? Born the son of a Scottish laird a thousand years ago, but now trapped by his cousin's spell, Devin McLoch has seen countless battles and death. The erstwhile thief has turned away from darker pursuits to lead a life of peace, protecting those he loves and considers part of his clan. However, there is one woman he can never forget, who must be given a chance to change, to accept her heart and his. Arianne Farrell is just as dangerous and intoxicating as her power. Imprisoned in an ancient stone dance more than a thousand years ago, her only chance at freedom from the spell is through love—a love she denied. When Devin asks for her aid to save another from imminent death, she realizes there is more at stake than just her freedom or her heart.

  Series Buy Links GoodreadsAmazonBarnes & NobleKoboKensington About the Author: Brynna Curry was born south of the Mason-Dixon Line. After living all over the southern states, she finally landed in North Alabama where she lives with her husband and their three children. Growing up, books fueled her dreams and imagination, ultimately becoming her salvation during the hardest times in her life.Writing is her passion, but she enjoys the fun of sharing those stories with others by reviewing books and working in publicity. When she isn’t writing or promoting, she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read or just spending an quiet evening at home with Jackie watching old westerns on TV. Although her wizards, shifters and vampires are as real to her as anyone, she insists love is the truest magic and with it every day is another wonderful adventure.

  Brynna’s Links: WebsiteTwitterFacebookStreet TeamGoodreads   Series Buy Links (Now only $.99 each) GoodreadsAmazonBarnes & NobleKoboKensington

 About the Author: Brynna Curry was born south of the Mason-Dixon Line. After living all over the southern states, she finally landed in North Alabama where she lives with her husband and their three children. Growing up, books fueled her dreams and imagination, ultimately becoming her salvation during the hardest times in her life.Writing is her passion, but she enjoys the fun of sharing those stories with others by reviewing books and working in publicity. When she isn’t writing or promoting, she’s often found haunting the library for new books to read or just spending an quiet evening at home with Jackie watching old westerns on TV. Although her wizards, shifters and vampires are as real to her as anyone, she insists love is the truest magic and with it every day is another wonderful adventure.

  Brynna’s Links: WebsiteTwitterFacebookStreet TeamGoodreads Giveaway:
$10 Amazon or B&N gift card to be given away on 10/1 during the kickoff of 31 Days of Halloween
1 digital copy of series
3 digital copies of Earth Enchanted

Excerpt from Fire’s Ice: Elemental Magic Book Five

Arianne felt Devin’s power ripple on the wind, buffeting against hers as he crossed the threshold of the standing stones. He didn’t bother with the ceremony of asking permission to cross the circle. His eyes skimmed over her, heating her skin with just his gaze.
“You came.” Oh, how she wanted to run into his arms and cling to him. Why was he just standing there?
He frowned and crossed his arms over a wide muscled chest hidden in a black shirt. “I need your help, Ari.”
There was a sense of urgency in his step and desperation in his voice when he spoke. He hadn’t come for her.Nothing he could have said would have surprised her more. “I beg your pardon?”
“I don’t have time for games, Ari. I need your help.”
“The child is ill? Allaina told me.”
“She visits me. I’ve been teaching her about healing herbs.”
“I see. That makes things easier. Do you know what a phoenix is?”
“I am looking at one. An extraordinarily powerful witch with fire magic. I may not be as skilled as my sister was, but I know a great many things Brie never took the time to learn about lore and truth in myth.”
“Raine Roarke is a phoenix. She’s three and her powers are emerging early. Allie and I can’t bind them any longer and she’s too young to control them on her own.”
“Allie said as much.” Her heart jerked hard in her chest. Her niece, Sorca, had been only half that age when she had last seen her. Regardless of the hate she felt for her sister, she hadn’t been able to scorn the child, and loved her dearly. “The fevers have started?”
She saw the grief in his eyes, the ache he felt for the child and her parents. How could she turn him down? Perhaps the truth would be kinder than a lie that wouldn’t come true. “The child will die, then. What can I do that you cannot?”
“You can drain her excess magic. Link with her as you did to steal Briella’s powers.”
“I had reasons for what I did. And you would be the resident expert on the subject of thievery.” She bristled.
“I’m not trying to judge you. My past isn’t the issue here and neither is yours. Would it work?”
“I suppose, but it would be a temporary solution at best.”
“And more than anyone else can do to help her right now.”
“You are forgetting one vital truth. I cannot leave the circle. My sister’s beloved demon saw to that. I would have to go to the child. And even then, the link might not save her and could kill both of us.”
“Agree to help Raine and I will free you from your prison.”
“And then what? Send me back here after a taste of what I’ve lost?”
“No. That would be beyond cruel. I think you’d find Scotland much more pleasant.”
“Where in Scotland?”
“I want you to stay with me at Glen McLoch, Ari. I want you with me. There is a circle scorched in fire and blood surrounding the castle. As long as you are within that line, you’ll be free to do as you please if your actions don’t harm others.”
“So I’d merely exchange one prison for another, then.”
“Until another way is found.”
“I turned down your offer once.”
“I would give everything I have, do whatever in my power to save that child, Ari. Understand? Whatever you want, it is yours. Anything.”
“Dangerous words, lover.”
“I mean them. I don't give my word lightly.”
“The Corrigans fear me because of the legend. They might turn you away if you show up with me on their doorstep. “She turned her back on him, crossed her arms to stave off a shiver. She was afraid. Afraid of how they would treat her. And how would she be able to give him up when it was time for her to return? There would be no happily-ever-afters for her.
Devin’s hands rested lightly on her bare shoulders. Rough, not smooth or pampered. “No one will harm you, Ari. I protect what is mine.”
Turning under his hands, Ari touched his cheek and looked deep into those tawny eyes. Searching them for the answer, she asked, “And am I yours, then?”
He smiled. “You’ve always been mine"

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Jungle Heat

Jungle Heat (Amazon Chronicles, Book 1)
Sarah Mäkelä
Genre: Shifter Romance
Publisher: Kissa Press LLC
Date of Publication: September 17, 2014

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Book Description:
An Amazon Princess and a weretiger must find love enough to heal their peoples’ painful history.
The Amazon Rainforest still contains a few secrets. One of these secrets is a hidden village of women whose history is filled with the horror of conquering men.
Adara Rukan, princess of the Amazons, ventures away from her village to find something waiting for her. Andrei "Rei" Makarov is a weretiger and a biologist on assignment. Can Rei and Adara find love enough to bridge their two separate worlds?

Adara raced over the dense forest floor, trying to escape the shadow closing on her heels. Fear pumped adrenaline through her body as she ran toward her village through the darkness. Panic tangled with the sheer need to survive. If only I'd listened. What was I thinking, coming out alone?
She shot a glance over her shoulder. Her foot smacked against a tree root in the moment of distraction, pitching her body forward. The fall came in slow motion.
Cursing under her breath, she rolled onto her back. Dry leaves clung to her blonde hair. The subtle, musty scent of slow rot rose from the rich soil, mixed with something coming from behind her. The dark shadow loomed. Her gaze rose to take in her pursuer, wondering if the beast would be her doom.
The tall, broad-shouldered creature towered over her. Watching. It wasn't human or animal. The village wise woman had warned her of beings like this, but they'd seemed like fables. How could something so fantastical be real?
Even as she trembled with fear, this creature captivated her. The black and orange stripes covering his shoulders and arms evoked a distant memory, yet the design was uncommon in the Amazon.
His hair hung in straight, black strands like a human's, but his face had the nose, mouth, and eyes of a feline. His muscular, naked body reflected a splendid combination of both species. Sweat-shiny skin glistened through the inch-long fur that covered him. His white chest intrigued her, all the way to the patch of fur barely covering his groin. Leaves and branches framed his face with a lush green background. He crouched over her. His piercing golden eyes focused solely on her. His stare reminded her of a cat from her village staring at a small rodent before pouncing.
As he leaned down, she grabbed her kris from the garter on her thigh and pushed it against his stomach. She didn't want today to be the day she died. Her people needed her. She wouldn't let this beast deny them their princess.
The animal cocked his head at her. He brushed his lips over her throat, whiskers tickling her chin.
Her body stiffened. What is he doing? Bewilderment spread through her as his feline lips touched her neck. Instead of biting her, his canines grazed lightly, gently, from just below her ear down to her shoulder, almost as if exploring her flesh, instead of seeking to rip open her throat.
She tensed. Even with her weapon pressed against the beast's stomach, she still feared for her life. As an Amazon princess, she wasn't easily scared. But this feline made her heart pound. If only she had brought Rubia with her. She wouldn't be in this situation and could've stood a better chance against this feline.
Why does he persist in toying with me? Adara swallowed as a low burn started in the pit of her stomach. These feelings confused her.
A soft sniffing sounded in her ear right before his tongue scraped rough caresses on her skin. Other jungle cats marked their territory. Did this animal believe she was his? She didn't want to find out.
Without waiting for the feline's next move, Adara drove the kris deep into his stomach, meeting resistance as it plunged through flesh and muscle. She forced it further as his blood flowed onto her hands, making the hilt of the kris slick, weakening her grip.
He roared and leapt back with her kris still embedded in his abdomen.
She scrambled to her feet. His scream so near the side of her face made her ear ring. Bringing up a hand to her ear, Adara felt a trail of his wet blood drip along her cheek.
He straightened his spine and strode back to her, her kris still buried in him. It seemed as if it were nothing more than a minor annoyance to him. She clenched her hands into fists and dropped them to her sides.
The reality of what she saw struck her. She froze. How could he act so unaffected? He shouldn't have been able to move around so casually. It wasn't possible. How can I outrun something like that? This can't be happening. Her mother had always warned her to be careful when traveling through the forest. Why hadn't she listened? And how could she feel so drawn to this animal when he intimidated her?
"Who are you?" Gritting her teeth, she forced her voice to resonate with the commanding tones of an Amazon huntress, and fervently hoped it didn't betray the panic racing through her veins. Her people's beliefs restricted them from showing fear in front of strangers. Not that they saw many. But her tribeswomen were survivors in dangerous times. Their history brimmed with reminders.
The feline bared pointed white teeth. "Call me Rei." His husky voice reverberated like a deep growl.
He launched into the air and, before she could react, flattened her to the ground. Air whooshed out of her lungs. Her eyes widened and locked onto his.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Forbidden Fruit: An Interview with Nicole Wolfe

Author Interview:
1. How did you start writing romance?  I think it was from reading Penthouse Forum when I was probably far too young to be reading it.  I was dabbling in short stories about goofy animals and super heroes and my pre-teen hormones were raging, so I decided to write dirty stories for my friends.  I kept drifting back to erotica as I matured and wrote other forms of fiction.  I discovered I had a knack for it, so I decided to make a serious go of it.
2. Plotter or pantster?  A mixture of both.  I sometimes will plot out all the main scenes and then write the connections by the seat of my pants.  Other times I just run with an idea or even a snippet of dialogue and create a rough draft.  A friend recently told me how she was doing some hula-hoop routine on her patio and the hula-hoop flew off her arm and landed on the patio next door.  She had to go there, knock on the door, and tell the neighbor she’d yet to meet that her hula-hoop was on the lady’s patio.  “That’s a story,” I said.  I wrote the rough draft a few days later.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?  A to-do list of that includes everything from “Yardwork” to writing an erotic horror comic book script, a kitchen timer to limit myself when social networking if I’m tight on deadlines, and the check I need to drop off at our local water department.
4. Favorite food?  That’s a tough call, but I do love sushi.  I could eat it multiple times a week.  I’m also a sucker for dark chocolate.  80% dark if I can get it.
5. Tell us a little about your new print book. What character in the book really spoke to you?  My last completed project was an erotic comic book called CANDI 2069 #1.  It’s a salute to sexy sci-fi stories from the 1970’s like you’d read in Heavy Metal.  It’s about a frumpy scientist who is accidentally merged with a pleasure android aboard a space station when alien invaders attack the station.  The plot was literally dreamed by the book’s artist.  I wrote the script and dialogue and self-published it.  We even got a friend to model for CANDI.  She’s a dominatrix from Atlanta named Goddess Samantha, so, yeah, that’s a rough gig.
6. I write because … I have to get these stories out of my head.  I’ve been blessed with never experiencing writer’s block.  I get story ideas almost daily and have many journals and folders of ideas, bits of dialogue, and unfinished stories.  I have so many ideas that I will probably never finish all of them.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?  Kick ass women.  I can write stories about sexy ninjas, bounty hunters, androids, mercenaries, cops, and warriors all day.  I also like writing about men who find themselves in unexpected erotic situations.
8. What is the sexiest scene you’ve ever written?  It might be one I wrote in a story called “1% Adaptable” in which a female bodybuilder is seduced by a petite French woman while the bodybuilder is touring in Europe.  The sex scene in it was fun to write.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the romance field?  Make sure to include a beginning, middle, and end.  Be sure to have fun with it.  I’m a firm believer that sex should be fun.  I know some very good erotica authors who can write dark erotica that explores a lot of serious themes like obsession, submission, guilt, revenge, and other heavy stuff.  I write silly stories about people fucking.  Finally, don’t be afraid to tell people what you write.  I held back for years, and people didn’t bat an eye once I started telling them.  People are kinkier than most realize.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?  In terms of erotica, I’m shopping around a novella about a nymphomaniac secret agent called Dare.  The nymphomania plays into the story in a way most people wouldn’t assume.  In terms of non-erotica, I’m working on a film guide to disaster movies of the 1950s through the 1970s.
11. Favorite cookie? Oatmeal chocolate chip.

“What did Dina have to say?” Amy asked as she poured hot water into a mug.
            Luanna walked into the kitchen.  “She’s stuck in Philadelphia.  All flights along the east coast are delayed or canceled.  She won’t get back until Irene’s moved on.  She’s hoping they’ll put her up in a hotel.”
            “What are you doing in the meantime?”
            Luanna wasn’t sure what she meant, but the question became moot once the lights went out.
            “Fuck,” Luanna said.  “That ain’t good.”
            “I have a hand-crank radio, so we can keep up on the news as long as the radio stations haven’t lost power.  I also have a flashlight in the bedroom.  Get that and I’ll dig out the radio.”
            Luanna headed for the bedroom.  “Where is it in here?”
            “The bedside table drawer.”
            The bedroom was almost pitch black.  Luanna walked slowly with her hands out in front of her waist.  She bumped into one corner of the bed and traced the side of it with her fingertips until her hands found the bedside table.  She fished through the drawer, found the flashlight, but gasped once she pulled it out.
            “Did you find it?” Amy asked from the doorway.
            “No,” Luanna said.  “I found something else.”
            There was silence to match the dark.
            “You went to the table on the right side of the bed, didn’t you?” Amy asked.  She laughed a cute, little embarrassed laugh that made Luanna’s pulse throb in her neck.  “I meant the left side.”
            Luanna couldn’t resist rubbing the thick vibrator in her hands.  “It’s nice.”
            “Thanks,” Amy said from the dark doorway.  “It does the trick.”
            Put it away, Dina said in her head.  Put that damn thing away and walk out.  Now.  Stop touching it and get the fuck out of her bedroom!
            Luanna put the vibrator back in the drawer.  “You said the flashlight’s in the other bedside table?”
            “Yes,” Amy said, making Luanna jump.  She had moved through the dark room with cat-like silence and was now so close to Luanna that she could feel Amy’s breath on her ear.  “But I don’t think we’ll need it.”
            Luanna’s throat tightened.  Walk away, Dina told her.  “What are we going to do?”
            “Something we don’t need lights for, if you don’t think Dina will mind.”
            I sure as hell will mind!  Go to the shelter, baby.  Go to the shelter.  We’ll find another masseuse.  You’re my wife, baby.  Go to the shelter.
            Their lips found each other.  It was a soft, nice kiss and long enough to help Luanna relax.  Amy’s strong masseuse hands worked their way up the sweatshirt and over Luanna’s perky tits.  The shirt came off and Luanna heard Amy’s hit the floor as well.  Amy took her by the arm and to the bed.
Bio:  Nicole Wolfe lives in northern Indiana with her lovely wife, beautiful cat, and screen door-hating (but adorable) dog.  When not writing, she enjoys baseball, neo-psychedelic rock, green tea, travel, and flirting with women of all shapes.  She has been published in several erotica anthologies and thinks she could make a serious go at writing adult film screenplays.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

Breathless Monday: 'Ailani and Fire on Ice

Author Interview:

1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
Hi Erzabet, and thank you for having me here. My sorry little tale is that in 2007 I submitted the first three chapters of a mystery novel to a writing contest. I won! The first prize was the professional critique by a literary agent, but after giving me glowing praise-including the fact that I had a unique premise and protagonist -  he said I would never get it published because the mystery genre is a closed shop.  He suggested that I write erotic romance until my ship came in (he actually used this cliché) and after sulking for a couple of days, I got over that sucky review and looked into writing erotic romance.
I pitched Phantom Lover to a publisher and got a book contract the same day. BTW, that agent was wrong.  I sold that mystery novel. It was Wanted, book 1 in my Mingo McCloud Honolulu Mysteries series. There are six so far and I am working on book 7 now. It's one of my most popular series. So, never let criticism stop you. Take it all in, learn from it and move forward!
2. Plotter or pantster?
A mixture of both! I do let the characters control me, sigh...
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
In the morning, a cup of coffee. In the afternoon, bottled water or tea.  The other two things are my cats. They always sit me.
4. Favorite food?
I love Asian foods. I love Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Filipino, Hawaiian...heck...I love exotic foods!
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
My newest release is with Breathless Press. 'Ailani is book 1 in my Last Warrior trilogy. It's fiction based on a little bit of fact. The last king of the Hawaiian island of Oahu had a fearsome band of warriors - a Hawaiian version of the knights of the round table. After breaking up with his lover, Lio, my main character discovers he had a past life as the last king's favorite warrior. I loved writing this book!
I love all my characters but I think my favorite is Kord, who becomes 'Ailani's lover. I don't want to blow the plotline so I will just say this. Not many men could handle falling in love with a guy whose past life from 200 years ago keeps interfering with the present. How would you handle it if you were in bed with your man and you're suddenly transported magically back to those times?
Kord is a gracious guy about it! I love him!

6. I write because I have to.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Anyone looking for love, who is dealing with real life, with problems and anxieties, but is willing to take a chance on true love.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
To be honest, I love the scenes in 'Ailani. There's a table top sex scene I thought was killer! Also in my first book, Phantom Lover, I have my heroes Kimo and Lopaka making love on the edge of Kilauea Volcao as it's erupting. That was a hard scene to top!
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Just do it. Read, read, read. Read everything. And write. Don't show partials to ANYBODY because you will get negative critiques that may not be helpful. Write your book and try not to edit too much until it's done. If you get stuck, you've gone off the track somewhere. Leave it alone for a day or two and reread it. You'll find where you went wrong. Repack the snowball and keep going.
Most of all, believe in yourself and the power of story. Keep calm and story on!
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I mentioned above that I am working on book 7 of my Mingo McCloud series. It's called Hogtied and there's murder, marriage and mayhem for Mingo in this one. I am working on a new series with my frequent co-author, D.J. Manly. I am blessed. So much going on and I appreciate and value my career each and every day.
Please check my website for updates, free short stories, and free blog stories. Thanks for having me here, Erzabet!
Readers can find 'Ailani: The Last Warrior here - it is available for pre-order:
After a bad breakup, Lio rents a cheap house with magical views. It seems the perfect solution, but the house has a haunted connection with an ancient statue. Once unearthed, it gives Lio the power of...THE LAST WARRIOR...
When Lio's lover cheats on him, he's forced to give up what he thought was the idyllic romance he's lived with Maks, including their stunning, scenic Waikiki apartment. He rents a cheap house with magical views on the other side of the island. So why is it so cheap? 
He soon becomes haunted by dreams in which a fearsome yet sexy Hawaiian man begs him to rescue him. Lio is certain he's going nuts until one night in the midst of a tropical rainstorm he follows the man's urgings and digs a hole in a church graveyard. He finds a gigantic, ancient stone statue with scary eyes...that soon gives Lio the power of...THE LAST WARRIOR...

We shared a slice of the pie I'd never tried before. It was like eating a giant orange Creamsicle. That's when I remembered why Hau'ula was familiar. I'd come here many, many years ago on a school excursion.

"Isn't there a great trail into the rainforest around here?" I asked him. 
"Why, yes." He grinned at me. 
I recalled quite clearly going with my class. We'd bought ice creams from a portable ice cream stand as we were leaving. Orange Creamsicles. 
"Do you hike much?" I asked. 
"Every chance I get." 
"Wow, that's great." 
"You like to hike?" he asked, pushing the last bite of pie toward me. 
"Yeah, my ex hated it, though." 
"I'm always up for a hike," he said. "Give me a shout some time." 
Speaking of shouting, the volume rose considerably with some newcomers so we gave up our table. Outside, I inhaled a mouthful of sweet night air. 
He was giving me so many mixed signals, or so I thought. Sometimes he reached out to me, then pulled his hand away. I was certain he was staring at my mouth in a hungry way. I sure as hell wanted him to kiss me. He smiled at me a lot. Maybe he was being kind, but I felt certain we were on a date. When he took me to his own home, I didn't think I was wrong. His beach cottage sat right on the reef, and I was stunned by his uninterrupted view of the ocean. 
Kord's life seemed to be straight out of my childhood. Everything on the walls and sideboards was found art. He'd discovered gigantic shells, sea glass balls, bleached pieces of driftwood that almost looked like antlers. He'd even made a hammock out of an old fisherman's net. 
He showed me his home office, which took up most of the space. He pointed to the garage. "That's where I build stuff." 
I had a sense he didn't bring many people here. I almost felt glad I didn't see any chick stuff. His home spoke of a solitary existence. 
"Take a seat." He pointed outside. I swung in one of the aged rocking chairs on the lanai as he brought me a beer. Longboard. My favorite. 
"You had a recent breakup too," I said. "Isn't that what you told Marcella?" 
"Sure. It never works out for me with women." He scowled. 
"Why's that? You're a great guy. Handsome, hard-working—"
"Thanks. That's part of the problem. I love to work." 
The words swayed between us like a coconut palm. "I have a hard time with women because...because..." 
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't want me to know he was bi. I sensed he didn't want to give me ideas. It was okay. I didn't need any. I was too busy licking my own wounds and couldn't have handled any confusion. 
When he dropped me home and kissed me on the lips, I felt my spirit and my body reacting. 
"Have a great night," he said, then watched as I let myself inside Dad's house. 
As I closed and locked the door behind me, I felt something shifting. I couldn't explain it as I leaned with my back against the blue stained-glass mermaid and felt her coolness seep into my hot skin. 
Aaaahhh...something had changed. Something good. I touched my lips. We'd had a great date. No, not a date. He was being kind. 
So why did he kiss me? 
We'd had a swell time. A gentle time. I hadn't had such a sweet evening with a man in a very long time. When I'd cleaned my teeth, I fell into bed. I could almost feel his dark hair on my face, his lips on mine. I tasted salty tears. Yeah...something was changing. I didn't know what. 
I dreamed of fishermen's nets, mad laughter, and mud. 
At around three o'clock in the morning, I awoke from a strange dream. 
No. They were not coming back. I wouldn't allow them to come back. Not the dreams. Not those ones. I closed my ears to the voices whispering... 
I worked very hard to forget. To think of nothing but the soft press of Kord's lips, wishing for more. So much more.

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 A.J. Llewellyn is an author whose obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.'s days are spent writing, reading, and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste-test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 150 published gay erotic romance novels.
A.J. wants you to read them all.
You can find this author lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.'s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Diner Dash.
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Author Interview:
1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
·         Erotic romance is really a new territory for me. I started writing erotic based on a submission call that I had to write for. The story was demanding to be told, and I had to go with it. Generally, I am a heat 1-3 romance writer and that is definitely my comfort zone. But, that first story made me grow as a writer and I couldn't be more grateful. Now, I don't blush anymore when I write erotic. LOL.
2. Plotter or pantster?
·         Can I say both? Let me explain. When I get an idea, I have a small notebook that I write a very general outline in. It's one page at most, broken into chapters, scenes, and only important events. Total, it may be 400 words for a 15k novella. Then, I start writing. During my writing process the story may change, and I go with it. Then, I bring it back to the ending. That's the best way I can answer that. However, I have written entire shorts from nothing but sitting and typing as well. Some of those shorts have been written and edited in a day, and accepted in less than 48 hours. So, for me, either way works.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
·         Coffee cup, noise cancelling headphones, and usually a printed copy of the submission requirements for the story I'm writing. 
4. Favorite food?
·         Crab legs. But, when I can't get those, I'm an Alice Springs Chicken at Outback fan.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
·         The hero Marcus was whispering in my ear when I saw my first live hockey game. He had a story, a great story. You see, Marcus is a great athlete in a manly sport, and he's gay. We had to find out how the world would react to his coming out.
6. I write because ____...
·         I write because of characters like Marcus. They beg for someone to hear their side of the story and tell it to others. I do my best and we are usually satisfied with the results.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
·         Though this particular character doesn't appear in my newest release, I love to write about strong females. Females who know exactly what they want, how to survive, and how to love. These characters are great, because you know eventually something will happen that makes them see that they can't so it all alone and having a caring partner suddenly breaks them and they become better people.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
·         I wrote a short story the other day that has two females as the leads. Their encounter was probably the sexiest I had ever written. It wasn't just sex. There was a raw emotion underlying everything. That emotion drove the scene and the outcome was very sexy.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
·         There are so many publishers out there that are looking for erotica and romance. The field can be the easiest to break into. Just don't give up. Don't take a rejection personally. Open that rejected story, re-write, revise, have others beta read, and submit it somewhere else. Someone will want it. Just keep pushing.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
·         That short story I mentioned above with the two females, well I'm currently in the processes of editing it with a hired editor. I hired a cover artist, and I am well on my way to self-publishing. That's what's next. It's been an interesting learning experience.

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Author bio:
-       Lisa A. Adams writes from a little plot of country, tucked away in the North Carolina Sandhills. When she’s not writing, Lisa can be found in her sewing room, in a classroom, or at a local soccer field. When asked about her family, Lisa will be the first to tell you that they have been the backbone of not only her writing career, but anything she chooses to pursue as well. She has been married to her husband for over ten years, has five wonderful children, and two very spoiled cats.
-       Facing a firing squad of reporters accusing him of adultery with another player's wife, Marcus Zankoriewicz sees there's only one way out. He must make the announcement he knew would come one day.
But, this is hockey. Well known for its rough and manly men, Marcus must prepare himself for an on slaught of changes that threaten his career and love life.

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Book excerpt:
Marcus chuckled. "After all this time I ignored the questioning looks and there were still people whothat figured it out. I should have knownguessed."
"Don't get me wrong. You're definitely not flaming. In fact I bet my ass you're the hitter in the game."
Marcus grinned. "Really? You bet your ass?"
Justin rolled to his knees and stood in front of him. "Of course, you'll have to catch me first."