Friday, August 30, 2013

Breathless Press Anniversary Blog Tour

Breathless Press Fourth Anniversary

Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.
Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.

Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.


1.       What inspired you to write erotica?

It just kind of happened! I read my very first m/m erotic romance a couple of years ago. Soon after, my husband and I took a road trip, traveling through a very boring stretch of the Idaho desert. My mind wandered to the sexy men in the story, then I began to fantasize about my own sweet and sexy characters. That's all it took! I wrote my story down, sold it to Breathless Press, and have been writing m/m erotic ever since.

2.       Tell us about your book-what was your favorite part about writing it?

PAUL'S MISTAKE is my story in the Ad-Dick-tion vol 3 anthology with Breathless Press. It continues the love affair between two of my characters, Paul and Eran, that started in ERAN'S RELEASE, part of Ad-Dick-tion vol. 2. Eran grew up in an abusive environment and shies away from love, but with the help of Paul's patience and tenderness is able to come to terms with his fears and find happiness.
My favorite part about writing this story is that I could revisit these delightful men. Paul is so sexy and gentle, Eran is a sweetheart. I had a lot of fun helping them through a rough time to the happy ever after they deserved.

3.       Do people in your life inspire some of your characters?

Of course! I work as a floral designer and meet some of the most romantic people. There's nothing like the soft, bright look in someone's eyes when they're buying flowers for the person they love. Also, some of my customers are so outrageous I can't help but adding this trait to my characters. I've never used a person I know as a character though. They've just never fit in. My characters come to me pretty much formed, already their own people.

4.       Favorite ice cream?

It used to be Rocky Road, but since I'm now allergic to tree nuts, I've gone with coffee flavored. Yum…

5.       Plotter or pantster?

Either a song or bit of music or even something on the news will trigger an idea for me. I usually spend a day or two (or longer, if I'm working on another project) plotting the story out in my mind. When I finally start it, I have a beginning, middle and ending in mind, but this is always fluid. From here, I begin writing and see where my characters take me.

6.       Tell us how your writing day goes.

Wake up 7a.m., shower. Write on a story or promotional blog until 8:30. Finish dressing and go to work. Back on the computer by 9p.m. where I'll write until about 11. Read for a bit then off to bed. Days off are better, when I can spend hours on a current WIP, working it in around chores and time with the family.

7.       What three things are on your desk when you write?

Beside the computer, I have a cup of coffee, pictures and books for inspiration, and paper/pen handy for notes.

8.       Sushi or cheeseburger?


9.       What is next on your writer horizon?

I have a story coming out in the Mac's Farm anthology with Breathless Press titled CALLUM'S FATE. I'm also working on the story for the Shakespearean anthology coming the end of September. I'm also working on edits for other stories and have another contemporary romance or two in the works.

10.   What advice would you give someone starting to write a novel length piece for the first time?
Take good notes! Outline and keep a timeline of events. I didn't do that with my first novel and what a nightmare it became to get everyone where they needed to be on the same day by the end of the story. Oh, and keep good notes even of minor characters. Sometimes they surprise you and steal the show!


Willie has met an old flame, but is he willing to give up the decadence of Boston society for the man he loves?


Fredrick held up his glass and stared at the candle's flame through the amber liquid. He took a sip, savored the rich, biting taste on his tongue. He welcomed the burn down his throat. This was the very last drink he could afford, and he had to make it last.
A giggle erupted from the booth in the corner, the one whose curtains were drawn against curious eyes. A smile tugged at Fredrick's lips despite the dire state of his wallet. The laugh had been carefree, joyous, naughty. Fredrick shifted on the cushioned bench. Only a few straggling customers remained in the dining room. He wondered if any of them would notice if he shifted his cramped cock as it throbbed in sympathy with the bright laughter.
Rather than risk it, he watched the fruit vender outside the window beguile a customer. Another giggle and stifled moan swiveled his attention back to the corner. A silk-clad foot and slim calf peeked beneath the curtain. He grinned even as the delectable sight emphasized his own loneliness. It had been far too long since he'd had someone in his bed.
"Excuse me. Sir?"
Fredrick looked up, distracted from his memory of lush lips and white skin and wide, hazel eyes, and blinked at the stout innkeeper at his elbow. "Yes?"
A frown fleeted across the man's homely face at another bout of laughter from the corner. "If they're disturbing you, I can have Wee Willie take his guest upstairs. Excuse me, I mean Mister Wilkerson." The man broke off, flustered by the slip of the tongue.
Fredrick's heart leaped on hearing the name mentioned. Is William really here? How could that be? The innkeeper coughed, and Fredrick frowned at the intrusion into his thoughts. The man was so damned serious about such a minor indiscretion. "They're no bother. In fact, I'm almost done anyway." He lifted his nearly empty glass. Hearing a shout, they looked over in time to see a young man tumble through the curtains onto the floor. Fredrick caught a glimpse of red hair and an embarrassed cheek before the gentleman crammed a hat on his head and strode passed them, face averted. The innkeeper shrugged and followed, likely to be sure he paid for his drinks.
Fredrick stared at the silk-clad foot still protruding from the parted curtains. He loosened his hold on his glass but had no way to stop the wild hammering of his heart. Before he lost his courage, he stood and swallowed the last of his brandy, then walked the short distance to the booth.
A grin tugged the corner of his mouth at his eagerness. It had been three years, after all, and they'd parted in anger. Would William acknowledge him? His hand trembled as he drew aside the heavy curtain and allowed his gaze to travel up the silky hose to bright blue trousers. Blood heated his face when he found the laces undone at the waist and the silk shirt open to expose white skin and rosebud nipples.
A sigh brought his gaze up to the pretty face that stirred his dreams. Rich brown curls surrounded lovely hazel eyes and full, pouting lips. He groaned when a delighted smile revealed the even, white teeth that had nipped his collarbone on more than one glorious occasion. "Freddie, is it you?"

Dianne Hartsock

After growing up in California and spending the first ten years of marriage in Colorado, Dianne now live in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.

She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house while it pours rain outside, a fire crackles on the hearth inside, and a cup of hot coffee warms her hands which kindles her imagination.

Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

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Grand Prize: 1 Kindle Fire
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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Heat Wave Blog Tour

Blurb:  Sent into the human realm to retrieve prodigal princess, Zena Night, Bhyrne Raines is shocked and unprepared for his carnal reaction to the sexy succubus. In service to the succubus queen, the rugged enforcer must stifle the instant passion exploding within him. Fulfilling his royal duty doesn’t allow for quickie dalliances. His biological clock is ticking, and he begins to enter breedspawn, an intense and unstoppable frenzy of mating all fire-demon males must endure. But the more he wants to avoid Zena, the more he’s drawn to her.
Reluctant to give up her carefree life of partying among the mortals when the hot-as-sin Bhyrne comes to fetch her for the queen, Zena uses her succubus wiles to entice him, or at least delay the inevitable trip to the royal court. Once in the demon stronghold, hidden deep within the Catskill mountains, she learns the reason for the summons: she must choose a consort within two days.
Zena needs a mate. Bhyrne needs to mate. With time running out for both of them, they each turn to 1Night Stand. Can Madame Eve come to the rescue?


Holy freeze gun, Batman. The words died before she managed to expose them to air. Her mouth snapped shut.
One of the Queen’s guards stood before her, huge and tall, nearly twice the size of most of the other males in the joint, a hella hunka supernatural male. Clearly not human, although Hugo Boss’d to his Adam’s apple in an apparent bid to fit in among the humans trolling for hot sex, illicit drugs, watered-down booze and loud music. Beneath the fabric of the unstructured designer suit, the toned muscles of a demonic warrior rolled like tidal waves. Even without the small lapel pin the uninformed might mistake for the The Rolling Stones’ logo, she’d recognize him for a captain of the guard. Maybe the Queen’s own Captain.
Hellfire and cotton candy. Trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
But, by the goddess, whattahottie! Despite her certainty that his presence in the club corridor boded ill for her, the force of her sudden hunger shook her.
Like lightning.
A desperate bolt out of the blue.
Instant connection to him on the paranormal plane, as if he’d wrapped her aura in gold chains and tugged her to him. But did that fast lane to heaven run one way or two?
A grim expression straightened the lines of what otherwise might have been a generous, sensuous mouth. A military buzz cut had weed-whacked hair the color of iron. And it didn’t stop there. Without doubt, metal fortified every single cell in the massive male’s body, pure titanium flowing in his veins. The stern planes and angles of a hard-edged, swoon-worthy face set grimly as cement. Though he lounged in the hallway like any Archie or Jughead waiting in line to discharge his rented beer in a urinal, he exuded authority, his carriage and bearing such that he made the others look like a pack of Twizzlers. Oh. Yeah. More than a mere guardsman, she guessed. An enforcer.
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Taryn is an Olympic caliber athlete egg roller and spends a great deal of her time petitioning the U.S.O.C. to introduce a fantail shrimp competition. When she's not bungee jumping off the Palisades or parasailing up and down the Hudson River, she devotes her time to caring for her aging pet walrus, arranging her voodoo doll-pin collection and practicing rhythmic chants. At this moment, she is busy sweeping up the loose masala chai tea leaves she spilled all over the kitchen floor. (Probably because she needs COFFEE.) Wait. Is that something…sparkly?
Taryn hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website,, and her blog, where she lives for comments!


Taryn is giving away a copy of an ebook from her list of titles to one tour wide winner.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Before Midnight Book Tour

Before Midnight
Blood Prince Series

Book One
Jennifer Blackstream

Genre: Fantasy Romance/Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Skeleton Key Publishing


Number of pages: 180
Word Count: 45k

Cover Artist: Elaina of For the Muse Designs

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Book Description:

Loupe always dreamed of getting married. She yearned for a caring husband who would take her away from her servant-like existence at home with her stepmother and two stepsisters, a man who would love her forever. Those dreams ended the day she was bitten by a werewolf. Now she’s a mindless beast on the night of the full moon—a condition that forever prevents her from sharing a marriage bed. Not even the attentions of a handsome and endearingly strong prince can convince her that the life she wants is still possible.

Etienne is a prince in need of a werewolf. A werewolf himself from birth, Etienne and his family have protected their kingdom with tooth and claw—literally—for thousands of years. Unfortunately, the spell of a well-meaning witch is slowly turning him human. Only the bite of a cursed werewolf, one who was not born with the beast inside, can save him from becoming human. He has no time for anything that will not lead him to a cure for the cure. Not even the beautiful maiden whose gentle nature soothes his soul can take his mind from his goal.

Love cares little for the best laid plans or the impossible. A grand ball. The stroke of twelve. A magic “slipper.” All kinds of things can happen when you don’t leave the ball…Before Midnight.

 About the Author:

Jennifer Blackstream is a psychology enthusiast with both a B.A. and M.A. in Psychology. Her fascination with the human mind is most appeased through the study of mythology and folklore as well as all of Terry Pratchett’s novels.

Jennifer enjoys listening to Alice Cooper, trying new recipes (to which she will add garlic whether it calls for it or not), watching television with her family, and playing with her woefully intelligent four year old son.

Jennifer spends most of her time drinking coffee from her X-Men mug and desperately trying to get all her ideas written down before her toddler can find that all magical button on her laptop to make all her work vanish.


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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Masters of Tabu: Master King Blog Tour


Jared King has hard rules and plays hard with the submissives at Club Tabu. Living the high life the way he wants has caused more problems with his family. His kink lifestyle is an embarrassment to the King family name. He refuses to settle down and fall in-line with what his father wants. Then there’s his childhood friend haunting his dreams, but the woman told him she despises him. Deep down, he’d defend her honor and lay down his way of life for her.
Now what?
Bailey Melchor is a boutique owner and daddy’s little girl, except she wants to succeed on her own, not using his money. She’s had one true love, but she can’t stand him. Their one-time hookup turned into a disaster twelve years ago. They meet again at a friend’s wedding, but after too many glasses of champagne, they wake up in bed together. Not Dallas, but Vegas.
Now what?

He spanked her again, over the same spot, which now was a pretty shade of pink. Bailey whimpered, but there was an undertone of lust in her voice. The tiny mewls made his dick harden.
“Do you believe in second chances, Bee?” he whispered, as he passed his palm over her mound. She felt bare beneath the thin fabric.
“Depends, I guess. I’d like to think everyone deserves at least one, but life can fool us into thinking it can happen.”
He pushed the slender part of the thong aside and eased a finger between her moistened pussy lips. She was soft to the touch and very wet. He wondered if she really was turned on by his rough handling and anticipated exploring the issue. Her moan echoed off the walls. The thought of how his tongue would push inside her, eagerly tasting and savoring her essence, nearly made him come.
Pressing two fingers into her pussy, her body answered, her inner tissues squeezing him. He added a third, stretching her more. His cock pressed like a hard, steel rod against the leather of his pants.
“We’re virtual strangers, Bailey. We may have had sex once before, but too many years have slipped by to say we know one another in an intimate way. Since no one will ever know what happens here, do you want to see where this will take us?”
“Yes,” she panted her response.
“That’s my good girl. Then consider this our second chance.” Pumping his fingers inside her a few times, he felt her shiver with each move. With his thumb, he circled her clit, and she cried out in pleasure. He paused and shook his head slightly. His body continued to feel strange, almost like he’d been drugged, but he brushed the crazy thoughts aside in favor of believing it was her intoxicating power over him. He had to get her out of there and somewhere more private. “Turn around.”
She lowered her arms and did as he asked which pleased him with her immediate compliance.
He cradled her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and she lifted her eyes to meet his. “As much as I’d like to hear you scream and beg for my cock, Bailey, I won’t do that to you here. This isn’t you, and I won’t subject you to my world without discussing this further. Do you want to go to my place or yours?”
His cock wasn’t relaxed, and he had to have her without scaring the shit out of her like their last time. His arousal grew by the second waiting for her to respond. He leaned forward to enjoy her scent which only served to heighten the increasing pain in his groin with the hardening erection.
She stared up at him mutely then her body went limp as he held her in his embrace. She grinned and spoke in a whisper. “I don’t care. Anywhere is fine, as long as I am with you. Surprise me.”

Links to where Master King can be purchased:
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Author Bio:

“What’s to tell?” Gray Dixon is the nom de plume of erotica writer of hot, sexy stories for the adult crowd loves walks along the beach at sunset, a glass of wine over a romantic dinner and a night of love.
On the serious side, she’s married to her Dear Heart for many years, has three children, many grandchildren, a dog, a couple of fish, a big yard with lots of fruit trees, two cars and a house. Ah, the American Dream she loves to describe. She likes a lot of different things, crafts, watching the History Channel, reality shows (not all, but some), travel, and of course writing. She’s worked hard all her life in many interesting fields and enjoyed all of them, but she finally found enough time to relax and enjoy escaping into the worlds she created through her stories. She mainly writes erotica with BDSM elements, and hopes readers will enjoy the tales she weaves.
Follow me for the month of August and comment to be entered to win some Masters of Tabu swag, including a signed copy of Book 1 Master Knight, "leather whip and chain" pierced earrings, bookmark and a little more! Simply leave a comment on any blog where I'm a guest and follow me on at least one of my social networks and you’re entered in my Spotlight Tour for Master King! WINNER CHOSEN AT RANDOM at the end of the tour. Winner will be announced September 1.
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Friday, August 23, 2013

Reflections Blog Tour and Giveaway

Why I Write Erotica
by Elene Sallinger

I never set out to write erotica. In fact, when I started writing, Children's Lit was my genre of choice. I had visions of publishing the next Goodnight Moon or Artemis Fowl. Life got in my way for a while and when I turned my eye toward fiction once again, I was at loose ends. Children's Lit no longer fit, but I didn't really know what I wanted to write.

As luck would have it, around this same time two fateful events happened: I read my first piece of erotica and I resigned my job as Vice President at a non-profit over an ethical dispute with my Chief Operating Officer. So, I had a lot of time on my hands. I read voraciously as I searched for a new job and did my best to stay solvent.

Reading erotica was extremely eye-opening for me. I grew up on a very sexually repressed household. Neither of my parents ever had “the talk” with me. I learned about sex in my third grade health class. My elementary school secretary educated me about my period when I thought I was dying the day it struck. Though it was never discussed, the overarching message attached to sex was that it was dirty and wrong, so to read these erotic stories was catalytic. Suddenly, I could see that I wasn't crazy or deviant for the things I fantasized about or desired.

Instantly, I was hooked.

Unfortunately, I also found a lot of bad writing and story lines that did nothing more than perpetuate stereotypes or hide abuse in the guise of BDSM. This wasn't what I wanted to read, so I tried my hand at writing something I'd want to read and I haven't stopped since.

I have an ulterior motive behind my writing though. I want to help people like me who grew up with shame surrounding  sex. I deliberately explore topics like abuse and shame within sexual situations and focus on the psychology of sex as a way of challenging our society's ingrained notions  of sexual ethics and morality.

I'm trying to make the world a better place through fostering healthier sexual attitudes. I wasted decades feeling ashamed of myself for no good reason. If I can help some else eradicate that shame, I want to.

Thank you for having me!

Reflection Blog Tour
August 5th - September 30
Elene Sallinger
Released - September 2013

Bridget Ross is a woman with a shameful secret. Despite a life full of success and close friends she denies herself her true desires in penance for the crimes she can't take back.

Connor Reynolds is a man without a purpose. His own tragic past prevents him from putting down roots and pursuing his dreams.

Their paths collide forcing them to face the ultimate question … is their love worth confronting their deepest fears and insecurities?

About the Author
Hailing from Washington, DC, Elene Sallinger first caught the writing bug in 2004 after writing and illustrating several stories for her then four-year-old daughter. Her writing career has encompassed two award-winning children's stories, a stint as a consumer-education advocate, as well as writing her debut novel, Awakening - a novel of erotic fiction that won the New Writing Competition at the Festival of Romance 2011.


“I have no idea why you don’t see yourself as sexy, but you are. From your brain all the way down to your perfectly painted toes. Everything about you is erotic as hell. You get me hard in the same breath that you intrigue me with some thought you just spoke.”
She turned her eyes away and flushed even deeper at the mention of him getting hard over her. She was no prude, but she wasn’t used to men so casually discussing sexual things with her.

He didn’t say anything else, but he did shift until he was sitting more closely beside her. She could feel the heat from his skin through the jeans he wore. The cotton of his T-shirt did nothing to mask it either. A soft breeze washed over them and she could smell the light woodsy scent of whatever soap he used. Her entire body was instantly attuned to his.

She saw his hand move but was still surprised when he gently tipped her chin up to look at him. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but the depth of the desire she saw in his face was not it. She responded almost violently. Her nipples sprang to life, hardening and tingling against the simple cotton of her bra. She went liquid at her core and her heart rate kicked up a notch.
“I want to kiss you, Bridget. Hell, let’s be real, I want to do a whole hell of a lot more than that, but I want to start with kissing you.”

His eyes had deepened to an almost gunmetal gray with lust. She was completely mesmerized by his obvious desire for her, by the touch of his fingers on her chin, by the scent of his body so closed to hers. She didn’t bother reaching for words, she just nodded.

He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. They were warm, and soft. As he deepened the kiss, licking into her mouth, she could feel the rasp of stubble from where he’d shaved earlier that day. His tongue leisurely explored her mouth. No crevice went without tending, but he didn’t force his attention on her.

His hand ran gently up her body, stopping briefly to cup her breast. He lingered but a moment as if testing the weight and shape before moving up her body. She luxuriated in the feel of him. The soft invasion of his tongue in her mouth was both foreign and familiar throwing her even further off kilter.

She moaned and leaned into him bringing one hand to rest on his thigh which flexed under her fingers. Her blood was thrumming through her veins and she felt her body tuning to him. Any lingering embarrassment over the portrait was forgotten as she gave herself up to his kiss.

She could kiss him forever.

Connor brought his hand to her neck and exerted gentle pressure to lean her backwards at the same time he turned and subtly shifted his body to cover hers.

She didn’t think, she simply reacted. Her knee connected with his balls and he exploded back from her curling into the fetal position with a sharp cry.

“Connor!” she scrambled to her hands and knees as realization sank in, “Oh my god! I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

Hot tears began to run down her face and she chanted her apology over and over. He wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were clamped closed and he rocked back and forth, the pain evident on his face.

It was time to face facts. There was no use pretending anymore. She was just too broken.

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August 5th – Spotlight and Guest Post @ You Gotta Read -
August 5th – Promo @ Paranormal Book Club *
August 6th – Guest Post and Spotlight @ Page Flipperz -
August 7th – Guest Post @ Erotica for All -
August 7th - Review and Spotlight @ Cynthia Shepp
August 8th – Review and Guest Post @ As the Pages Turn
August 9th – Guest Post and Promo @ Ambrosia Arts -
August 10th – Interview @ Self Publish or Die -
August 11th – Spotlight @ Crystal’s Out There *
August 12th – Interview @ Sizzling Hot Books -
August 13th – Spotlight and Interview @ Deal Sharing Aunt -
August 14th – Interview @ My Home Away From Home -
August 15th - Review and Promo @ Reading Fiction For Life
August 16th – Spotlight @ Melissa Stevens *
August 17th – Character Interview @ Dominique Eastwick -
August 18th – Spotlight @ Close Encounters with the Night Kind *
August 19th – Guest Post @ From the TBR Pile
August 23rd – Guest post and Review @ Ezrabet’s  Enchantments
September 1st –Spotlight and Review @ Romance in the Highlands
September 3rd – Spotlight @ A Passion for Romance
September 4th  -  Interview @ Lunar Haven
September 5th – Spotlight @ Jezebel Jorge
September 9th- Spotlight @ Big Girls Heart Books
September 10th – Spotlight @ Proserpine Craving Book Blog
September 27th – Spotlight @  Reviews From Beyond the Book
September 30th – Review and Guest Blog @ Nina’s Reading and Reviewing