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Author Interview of Diana Ames featuring Royally Trained (A Royals of Colania Novel) w/a GC Rafflecopter giveaway

 

dianaames_royallytrainedfront_zpsc4ef2c59Genre: Erotic Romance/Dark Erotica

 

In a country stuck in the dark ages is a world filled with sex and scandal. Governed by royalty, those in power have many deep-rooted secrets that span generations.

 

Prince Anton’s sordid past has forged his future. He finds his only pleasure from being a sadist, but he knows he must continue the royal bloodline and create an heir for his country. Forced by responsibility, he turns to the one man who can give him the best of both worlds. But will Prince Anton find what he’s searching for?

 

Damian is the ruler of The Dungeon. He is the Teacher, and the only man Prince Anton can trust to provide him with what he needs. He is on a mission to find a virgin submissive to become the prince’s life partner. What happens when the Teacher falls for the woman he’s been ordered to train?

 

As lust and love spiral out of control, Prince Anton and Damian find their lives change unexpectedly because of one independent and defiant woman.

 

 

~Excerpt~

 

Damian was going over the alcohol shipment that had arrived this morning. One of the reasons his sex clubs were so popular was because of the liquor he had shipped in from the mainland. It was expensive, but the quality was much greater than anything produced on Colania. Currently though, it was giving him a headache.  He was missing a case of the high-end scotch he kept on hand.

 

Prince Anton strutted into his office without warning.

 

“Don’t you knock?” Damian said scathingly.

 

“Didn’t know I needed to,” Prince Anton replied.

 

“With all due respect, sire,” Damian said sarcastically, “this is my office in my club. Next time, knock.” Damian rose to his feet, his body fluid like a great jungle cat, before he went to embrace his prince. “Now, what the hell is so important you had to schedule an appointment?”

 

“I have a job for you,” Prince Anton told him. He returned the one-arm embrace stiffly and then moved away with haste. He was uncomfortable with physical contact that he didn’t initiate or control. When the two men sat, he elaborated. “My thirtieth birthday is approaching.”

 

“In a year and a half.” Damian snorted. “Do you think it wise to skip twenty-nine?”

 

“As the last of the monarchy, it is my job to reproduce,” Prince Anton continued. “As much as I would like to see the genes that have shaped me die out, the country would fall into a tailspin. Although we are remote and somewhat undeveloped, we are a rich nation. The power I hold is all that keeps us out of the eye of the world and off the radar for those who would oppress us.”

 

“What does this have to do with me?” Damian asked warily.

 

“I have no desire to repeat history,” Prince Anton said. “We both know that my sexual nature is more like that of the queen than my father.”

 

“Do you want me to train you?” Damian asked, confused. “To help you learn to control your appetite?”

 

“No,” Prince Anton said firmly. “I don’t think either of us could handle taking our relationship to that level.”

 

The two men had grown up together, which accounted for Damian’s lack of respect and boundaries, but Prince Anton wanted to maintain formality between them.

 

“You could be right,” Damian said with a light chuckle. “So, what do you want from me?”

 

“I want you to find her, the woman who will bear the future of the country,” Prince Anton said. “Find her and train her to be what I need.”

 

“You can’t just order up a woman on demand,” Damian told him with a raised eyebrow.

 

“You must find a woman with good genetics although Gilly can look into that after the candidate meets the other criteria,” the prince said, ignoring Damian. “Beautiful, obviously. I’m not particular with features, but it stands to reason if my life mate is attractive, then I will have a better chance with reproduction. I’d also prefer that she not have a single drop of royal blood regardless of past royal practices. I do not wish to produce monsters or further any imperfections through inbreeding, however distant the connection might be. She needs to be completely submissive. I will be in control of any encounters at all times. Whoever she is, she must be willing to leave her past life behind. I refuse to be burdened with in-laws who might not agree with my domination of their daughter.”

 

“That’s quite a shopping list,” Damian said, eyeing the prince harshly. “Anything else you’d like to add before I order a woman for you?”

 

“There is one more requirement,” Prince Anton said seriously. “And this is perhaps the most important of all. She must be a virgin.”

 

“You do realize when I train a woman to cede her control to her master that I have sex with her?” Damian asked incredulously. “Submissives have to learn to respond on command; an untried woman will not have that opportunity.”

 

“I will not have a woman who has felt a man between her thighs before me. I will not have my children born to a woman who will behave as my mother did. She must be pure!” Prince Anton roared.

 

“If I refuse to do this…” Damian didn’t finish the question.

 

“You will not refuse,” Prince Anton said, rising to his feet. “I expect you at the castle within the week. The search begins immediately.”

authorinterview

 

Welcome Diana Ames! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

I’m a 35 year old wife and mother of two.  I was a stay at home mother while my kids were small, but now that they’re both in school all day, I work part time in an office.  I write at night or whenever I can grab a few minutes of quiet.  I love the outdoors and my family camps for several weeks each summer.

 

Is Royally Trained a single title, or part of a series?

Royally Trained is the first book in a three book series—three books so far, that is.  Each book can stand alone, but if you read them all, I recommend reading them in order as they build on each other.

 

What were your inspirations for the story?

I wanted to write something I would enjoy reading.  I’d been very frustrated with female characters that constantly need a man to save them or that can’t stand up for themselves.  It’s wonderful to have a partner to lean on, but honestly I can’t imagine anyone being so completely helpless.  Likewise I was having issues with reading about strong male characters who were broken on the inside and then one moment changes their entire life, their perspective, even their personalities.  There is almost always a catalyst moment for someone to change, but rarely is it possible for that change to happen in a single moment or without a lot of hard work and professional help.

 

Please share your setting for Royally Trained.   Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

Royally Trained takes place on the fictitious island country called Colania.  I’ve lived there in my mind and I visit there frequently as I’m editing.  I chose to create a country because I wanted to take some real liberties with the setting that wouldn’t be possible otherwise.  Plus I really wanted to write about a king or in this case a crown prince.  I was going for realism in personalities, but who wants things to be too real.

 

When did the writing bug first bite?

I’ve been writing as long as I’ve been able to hold a pencil and form words.

 

Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

There are so many that I love, but to name a few:

V.C. Andrews—The Dollanganger Series (Flowers In The Attic) and The Casteel Series (Heaven)

J.R. Ward—The Blackdagger Brotherhood Series

Stephen King—The Dark Tower Series

Johanna Lindsey has always been a favorite.

I also recently read Hers by Dawn Robertson.  Now there was a female character that didn’t need rescued.

The list could go on and on.

 

If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

See the above list of favorite authors. J

 

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

Spare time, I’m not sure I know what that is.  I’m a dance mom and a karate mom and a working mom and a writing mom and a…see the trend?  In the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep, though, you’ll often find me dancing in my living room.

 

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

When I was about 14 or 15, I was lying in bed reading.  The light was to my back, up on the wall.  This shadow in the shape of a person fell across my book and bed, which was strange because I always kept my door locked.  When I turned around, no one was there.

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~About the Author~ 

 

Diana Ames was born and raised in Central Pennsylvania. She lives with her husband, two children, and a variety of crazy pets. Balancing work, wife and mom duties, and writing has been the best and most rewarding challenge of her life. The publication of this novel is the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.

 

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~Giveaway~

 

 

Diane is giving away giving away 10 signed bookmarks, 3 eCopies of Royally Trained, and a $5.00 Amazon GC.

 

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Cowboy Casanova Giveaway Hop Feb. 12th-16th

Cowboy Casanova Giveaway Hop

For the hop, I’m posting a hidden gem from The Couple.  I was challenged to write 250 words that weren’t included in the story.  Its not a “deleted” scene, just one that I never included into the story.  Maybe I should have.  LOL!  My cowboy is an Ag Teacher at the local high school.  For you city folk, he teaches Agricultural to high school students.  He is also in charge of FFA (Future Farmers of America) and the local 4-H club.  The hero in the story is based off my cousin in law.  And yes, he is an Ag teacher.

Hero’s POV from The Couple:

Why am I here?  I ask myself that question all the time when I come home from being on the road.  Stock shows used to be fun but not anymore.  They seem to suck the life out of me and the damn kids don’t seem to care sometimes.  Don’t they realize that this is their future when they are showing their animals?  $10,000 is a lot of money towards college these days.  I know it’s not sexy to stand in a pen full of crap but showing my pigs is what put me through college.  I really want to slap them upside their heads.

Back to the task at hand…where is that redhead I saw last month?  Damn, she has an ass that won’t quit.  Plus, I really need to find out if she is a true fire crotch or not.  Or as my buddies say, do the drapes match the carpet?  I’ve been so close to having her in my bed but this time I will not fail.  I have more than an itch to scratch this time.  After tying up animals all week, I really need to tie her up.  Preferably naked, spread eagle and begging me for more.  Yep, she’ll do.

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Ten Things You Didn’t know about Margaret Daley

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Dangerous Pursuit

Margaret Daley

 

Giveaway:

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Blurb:  Reading about danger never prepared Samantha Prince for the desperate phone call from her brother in Brazil that sent her from the safety of her New Orleans bookstore into the rugged, inhospitable Amazon in search of him and a hidden treasure. And reading about romance never prepared Samantha to resist the mysterious appeal of Brock Slader, a guide she hired to help her in her quest.

 

Alone with Brock in an alien world of orchids and anacondas, primitive headhunters and very up-to-date gunmen, she struggles to keep their relationship strictly business. Will Samantha survive the dangers in the jungle only to have her heart broken by a man who lives on the edge—no strings attached?

 

Dangerous Pursuit is the first book in The Protectors Series

Coming Soon Dangerous Interlude and Dangerous Paradise

 

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Top ten things you don’t know about me:

1.  Cotton or Silk? Cotton

2.  Champagne/beer/wine? Wine-red

3.  Plotter/pantser? In the middle between the two but I lean a little more to the pantser side

4.  Describe your workspace: The walls are painted hot pink with white trim. I have six bookcases (full of thousands of books) in my office as well as a couch where I usually write on my laptop. I have a desk and file cabinet. My husband started framing my books years ago so they are hanging on the walls. I also have a lot of flamingo items all over the office.

5.  Sports fan or just tolerate it? Mostly tolerate it, although there are a few teams I keep up with.

6.  Who is your biggest influence on writing?  I mostly read suspense/adventures and those writer have been my biggest influence, especially at how I structure a story.

7.  Favorite food – Pecan pie with vanilla ice cream

8.  When did you start writing? In 1978—I’ve seen the writing and publishing industry go through a lot of cycles.

9.  If money were no object, where would you like to live?

Six months in the mountains and six months on a beach. I love both mountains and beaches.

10.  What’s next for you? I’m currently working on a novella tied to my Guardians, Inc. Series (about female bodyguards for Love Inspired Suspense). This novella will come out in March in an Inspy Kisses collection with five other authors.

Excerpt: 

Chapter One from Dangerous Pursuit by Margaret Daley

As Samantha Prince leaned forward to straighten the books on a lower shelf, her long braid fell across her shoulder. Impatiently she flipped it back, considering again whether she should cut it short. Some people called her hair-color auburn; she called it red. Fiery-haired auburns were the heroines in the romance books she read. The color did not describe her.

“Samantha, what do you think of this book? I’m going out of town again and need something to keep me warm at night,” a stylish businesswoman in her forties said.

“A very good mystery, Mrs. Carson, but I wasn’t impressed with the main character. Not enough backbone to get out of all the scrapes he and the heroine got into.”

“It sounds like more adventure than mystery. Once I start a good adventure I can’t put it down and end up reading through the night. All those cliff-hangers, you know.” Mrs. Carson scanned another book from a display near the checkout counter.

Samantha smiled to herself. Mrs. Carson always came into her bookstore right before a business trip and went through almost every book on the shelves, looking for just the right one that was a great story but wouldn’t keep her up past midnight. Samantha had never found a novel with both ingredients, and she read at least half the books that came through her store. It was her favorite pastime, to lose herself in the lives of the characters and imagine herself doing things that she would never do in her real life.

“Maybe I should try a romance this time,” Mrs. Carson continued, shifting her attention to another section. “The last mystery I read had me waking up every time I heard anything. And you know in a hotel how many sounds you can hear.”

Actually, she didn’t. She had never been anywhere, unless she counted visiting Aunt Lou. She had planned a trip to Europe two summers before but had to cancel it. She was beginning to believe her lack of travel experience was a crime at the age of thirty.

“A good love story,” Samantha said, indicating the book Mrs. Carson picked up. “That ought to keep you warm at night. It’s very hot.”

She waved her hand to show just how hot the book was. While Mrs. Carson examined both books again, Samantha glanced around at the rows of bookshelves. After three years her business was doing very well—at least well enough for her to afford a vacation. Maybe she’d go to some exotic place, she thought as Mrs. Carson decided to buy both the romance and the mystery.

When Mrs. Carson left the Purple Ink, the noise of New Orleans traffic and a blast of cold air rushed into the shop. Samantha shivered and pulled the front of her brown sweater more securely across her chest. Somewhere exotic and warm, she amended. In her mind the only good thing to come from cold weather was curling up in bed under layers of wool blankets with a great book to read while sipping a steaming cup of hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows in it.

Tonight, she vowed as she began to finish restocking the shelves of the adventure section. Pausing to examine a cover on one book, she was instantly reminded of her younger brother, Mark, who traveled the world, going from one adventure to the next while she remained in New Orleans, working day after day to make Purple Ink a success. The biggest adventure Samantha ever encountered was the rush hour traffic on Interstate 10.

Sighing heavily, she completed her task and noted it was time to close up for the day. Standing, she stretched to ease the ache in her lower back. It was time to start exercising again. The holiday season had been busy, and she got out of the routine once Thanksgiving had passed. Now it was the first of February, and she had ignored her better sense and found excuse after excuse not to get back to it. Though exercising would never head her list of favorite things to do, she promised herself to sign up for a new aerobics class. Soon. Maybe in a month or so.

“Samantha, I’m going. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at nine thirty,” Nell, Samantha’s assistant, said as she gathered up her purse and coat.

“Don’t forget we have to start the inventory tomorrow. Can you stay late?”

“Yes.”

“I have everything lined up, so it shouldn’t take as long as last year.”

Nell shook her head. “You are the most organized human being I’ve ever met. If I know you, you’ll have devised a way to cut our time nearly in half.”

“Oh, at least. Why else invest in a computer?” Samantha laughed and waved her friend on.

Nell was always teasing Samantha about how neat and orderly she was. But she had practically raised her younger brother while her mother had worked to support them. As a teenager she had juggled school, part-time work, and housework. It hadn’t been easy, but her mother and younger brother had depended on her, so she had learned to be organized the hard way.

Samantha went through the same routine to close her shop as she had done ever since she had bought it. After one final survey of her store, she went out the back door to her car.

Mark always laughed about her and her routines, but they gave her a sense of security and stability that was important to her. Neither she nor Mark, as children, nor their mother, had had much of either. It didn’t seem to bother her brother, but it did bother her.

When she finally arrived at her house after grocery shopping, exhaustion from a long day gripped her. She picked up the bag of food and was planning her dinner as she stepped into her house. The phone was ringing, and she nearly dropped the bag as she rushed to pick up the receiver.

“Hello, Samantha Prince speaking.”

“Sam! You’re home finally. Why isn’t your cell working?” Her brother’s voice was faint, but he sounded frantic.

“Mark, what’s wrong? Where in the world are you?” Samantha set the grocery bag on the kitchen table and dug in her purse for her cell phone. She’d left it on silent, something she did often.

“Manaus.”

The long distance connection wasn’t a good one, and Samantha had to strain to hear his answer. “The Amazon?”

“Yes.”

“The last I heard you were in Rio. Why are you there?” She had read plenty of books set in the jungle and couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to go there.

“It’s a long story. I don’t have the time to go into it.”

The tone of her brother’s voice, laced with impatience, alarmed Samantha. Tiny prickles of fear rose on the nape of her neck. “Why did you call?” She forced her voice to remain calm while her grip tightened on the receiver. He was her only close relative, their mother having died four years before. Though they didn’t see each other a lot, she loved him very much and their relationship was a good one.

“I need a thousand dollars to get out of here. I needed it yesterday. Can you send me the money?” Mark’s voice faded in and out.

“You said you need a thousand dollars?”

“Yes, Sis. Fast.”

There was no mistaking the desperation in his answer. The tingles of fear quickly spread down her body. “Are you in some kind of trouble?” As a child she had rescued her brother from a few situations. He had always been daring; there was a bold recklessness about him that was very appealing, yet dangerous too. They were like night and day.

He laughed, but there was no amusement in the sound. “You could say that. I have someone who would like to get his hands on me. Can you wire it, Sis?”

  “Yes, of course. But I can’t do anything until tomorrow morning. Everything is closed.” 

He mumbled something she couldn’t understand, then said in a clear voice, “I’ll try to make—wait for it.” 

“Where are you staying?”

“The Grand Hotel. It doesn’t live up to its name, but it’s all I could afford.”

“Can I send it to you there?”

“No! I’ll have to pick it up at the bank. It’s safer. I can’t trust anyone.”

Samantha shuddered. “Safer? Mark, please tell me what’s going on.”

Static crackled over the line, and Samantha placed her hand over her other ear as if that would help her hear him better.

“If anything happens to me, Sam, there’s something of great value under the altar of the Para Mission church. Got that?”

“Yes, but—”

There was the sound of male voices in the background, then Mark said quickly, “Got to go. Love you.”

The phone went dead.

Samantha collapsed into a chair, her whole body trembling. She thought about pinching herself; surely she had dreamed the telephone conversation. But the fear and sense of urgency reminded her of the reality of the phone call, and she was chilled with dread.

Something of great value under the altar of the Para Mission church?

What? How was Mark involved? Was it something illegal? Why was he running scared? And from whom? Her mind felt as if it would explode from all the unanswered questions bombarding her.

A thousand dollars! That would wipe out most of her savings for her vacation, but if Mark was in trouble, Samantha would sell her house and her bookstore if she had to.

If Mark was in trouble. From the sound of his voice he was in trouble. She knew she would be at the bank first thing in the morning.

* * *

Samantha stood frozen, holding her check for one thousand dollars in both hands. Mark hadn’t picked it up. It was hard for her to believe that her money had been returned that morning. But if he was going to pick it up, Mark would have in a week’s time.

Her hands began to shake, and she almost dropped the check. What or who had prevented her brother from getting the money?

The questions she had been avoiding all morning invaded her thoughts, and she sank into her desk chair in the back of her bookstore.

“What should I do?” she asked the silent walls.

Call! She’d call him at the Grand Hotel in Manaus. Maybe he was still there and didn’t need the money anymore and that was why he hadn’t picked it up. Maybe everything was fine now. Maybe the moon really was made of cheese.

Apprehensive about what she would find out, Samantha placed an international call to Brazil. When the man who answered at the hotel couldn’t speak English, she was at a loss.

“May I speak with Senor Prince?” Samantha spoke very slowly and in a loud voice, as if that would make things clear. She had never been good at learning foreign languages and envied her brother, who knew five fluently.

The stream of words that followed was unintelligible. Frustrated, Samantha finally hung up, concluding there was no Senor Prince at the Grand Hotel. Next she put a call through to Mark’s apartment in Rio and prayed that her brother would answer. On the twentieth ring she gave up and slammed the phone down, even more frustrated than before. Her fear returned in full force.

For five minutes she stared at the check, her mind churning with possible courses of action. Suddenly she turned to her laptop and punched in an address. Five minutes later she’d booked a flight to Rio.

She would go to Mark’s place in Rio and find out what she could about his whereabouts. Since he was no longer at the hotel in Manaus, maybe he had returned to Rio and wasn’t in his apartment at the moment. She would keep calling until she had to leave the next morning. She prayed she was panicking for no reason.

Thirty minutes later she was on her way home to pack for Brazil, having left a stunned Nell behind to run the bookstore. When she had thought about a vacation in a warm, exotic place last week, this wasn’t how she had envisioned planning it. Samantha had imagined herself going to a travel agent and getting plenty of brochures on different tropical locales. Then she would have gone home, spread them all out on her kitchen table, and slowly read through each one until she had narrowed her selection down to one. Everything would have been done in an orderly, slow fashion. Wasn’t part of the joy of a vacation the anticipation beforehand?

While sitting at a stoplight, her conversation with Nell returned to Samantha’s mind.

“I can’t believe you’re dropping everything to go to Brazil to look for your brother! This isn’t you. You don’t do things like this,” Nell had said.

“My brother doesn’t disappear like this either. I can’t sit here and wonder what’s happened to him. I’ve got to find out. I can’t get any answers over the phone.”

“So you’re flying thousands of miles to get some answers?”

“Do you know of a better way?”

Nell had shaken her head. “Don’t worry about the shop. I’ll take care of it. If your brother calls, what should I tell him?”

“Find out where he is and tell him to stay put. I’ll check in with you every few days.” Horns blared behind Samantha, and she realized she was sitting at a green light with angry motorists waiting on her. Embarrassed, she gunned her engine and sped forward.

She welcomed the familiarity of her small house, and before attempting to pack, she fixed herself a cup of hot tea and sat down at the kitchen table to organize what she had to do in the next twelve hours before she left for Rio.

Passport. Thank goodness she had one from that aborted trip to Europe.

Clothes? What kind of clothes should she take to Rio? Wasn’t it summer there? Clothing for a hot, humid environment. A couple of sundresses. Maybe a pair or two of shorts. A bathing suit. Sandals.

The last thing Samantha put on her list of necessities was the latest book she was reading, Jungle Fever. It was part of a shipment that had arrived at the store the previous day. Samantha had been drawn to the title because of Mark, but now she could hardly put it down. It was an engrossing tale of adventure and intrigue by a new author whom Samantha thought would go far. She had gotten to the part where the hero had just rescued the heroine from a tribe of headhunters and they were fleeing for their lives.

With her list completed, she began packing and finished at eleven. After showering and getting ready for bed, she tried to sleep, but her mind danced with images of her brother, herself, and his unknown enemy. She sat up in bed, switched on the light, and started reading the next chapter of her book.

Harper swung the machete, striking the thick undergrowth over and over. The swish of the blade filled the jungle stillness with the urgency of their escape. Diana clung to Harper’s hand, glancing constantly over her shoulders as they raced through the jungle. She could hear the Indians behind her. She could imagine their savage faces as the headhunters followed, so sure she and Harper would be caught. This was the headhunters’ territory. They ruled it as they had for hundreds of years: by fear.

Samantha was immediately whisked into another world and didn’t put the novel down until she couldn’t keep her eyelids open another minute. She glanced at her bedside clock and gasped. It was three in the morning. She had to leave at seven!

Sleep finally descended, but it was a restless sleep, saturated with pictures of painted Indians with lip discs and spears tipped in poison. Samantha tossed and turned, visualizing herself as Diana as she last read about her: standing at the top of a waterfall with a rushing river in front of her and the headhunters in back. Either way Diana went appeared to be instant death.

Cold reality returned the next morning as Samantha hurried to make her flight to Rio via Miami. She wasn’t able to catch her breath until the plane was in the air and the meal was being served.

Then the idea of what she was doing struck her with a powerful impact. She was flying down to Rio with one day’s notice, trying to locate her brother in one of the largest countries in the world. She wasn’t a detective and really knew nothing, other than what she had read, about what a detective did to find a missing person.

What was happening to the sensible, logical woman she was?

That question returned to plague her in Rio as she waited while her brother’s neighbor, whom Mark had said always had his spare key, let her into Mark’s place. Before her lay the wreckage of a once presentable bachelor’s apartment.

Everything was torn or shattered, nothing left untouched. Someone had searched this place very thoroughly, and she knew it was connected with Mark’s mysterious phone call the week before.

Samantha moved slowly into her brother’s apartment. Suddenly she knew the fear Diana felt looking down at the rushing river. And Samantha knew what she had to do next: go to the Amazon to Manaus.

 

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Margaret Daley, an award-winning author of eighty-five books, has been married for over forty years and is a firm believer in romance and love. When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread and corralling her three cats that think they rule her household. To find out more about Margaret visit her website, Twitter at and Facebook.

 

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Redneck Romeo by Lorelei James – Day Five Author Interview

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Day Five – REDNECK ROMEO RELEASE PARTY
Lorelei James is celebrating the release of REDNECK ROMEO with a SEVEN day party. SEVEN great giveaways, SEVEN different posts. Stop by all the amazing blogs participating in the party to increase your chances to win!!! Each blog will post a special REDNECK ROMEO post all seven days (no weekend posts)

Prize List:

1) Redneck Romeo charm bracelet

2) Kindle fire

3) Basket of goodies, including a McKay brand fleece blanket and other McKay branded stuff and conference trinkets

4) Full set of signed Rough Riders books

5) 1 of a kind handmade small Western purse

6) Arc of TURN AND BURN

7) $100 gift card to amazon.com

I could lick that torso.  Just saying...

I could lick that torso. Just saying…

Interview (Slick from Guilty Pleasures conducted the interview)

Hey Lorelei…I bet after last weekend at RAGT you thought you’d be off the hook with questions from me and my oh so nosey husband, huh? But because, I know some people out there might be interested in knowing some of the things he asked you the first two questions are from him and I left out the insanely personal ones he asked!

Slick’s hubster: If you could spend one night with one of the McKay’s which one would it be and why?

Any of the McKays? Hmm…asking the tough questions right off the bat, but today I’d have to say…Bennett McKay.

Slick’s hubster: Have you even considered writing a woman that turns the tables on one of your dominate men? One that looks at the man when he’s being demanding and says, “yeah right, how about you do that and then we’ll talk.”

I haven’t considered that for the Rough Riders series, but my new series–The Surrender Series–which debuts early next year–has more possibilities for that type of scenario since the books feature bondage and a sex club with Dominants and submissives. Then there’s always the Rawhide Club, from COWBOY CASANOVA. I’ve gotten tons of questions on whether I’d be interested in turning that concept into a series.

Slick: You probably figured I’d ask this one since we’ve conversed about it many times, when the hell am I going to get my story about Ramona and the rest of the West side?

Well, you’re in luck, you heard it here first! DR. FEELGOOD, Doc Monroe, Chet and Remy West’s story in the Wild West Boys series is scheduled to release in December 2013!

Slick: If you could take two months off and do anything you wanted to and go anywhere you wanted and money was no object, what would you do and why?
I would visit all the islands in the Caribbean and just chill out. Recharge my batteries and sun and sand and water always does it for me.

Slick: Thanks L for being a good sport, for creating this wonderful family we all love, and for being you, because I have to say you are pretty damn awesome!
Aw, thanks!

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Then, Again by Karen Stivali – Interview/Giveaway

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Blurb

Sometimes you have to lose it all to find what you really need.

Photographer Kay Turner is dealt a double whammy when she flies home for her grandmother’s funeral to find her boyfriend with another woman. Now with two losses to mourn, she retreats to her newly inherited beach house to clear her head.

Everything at the beach is familiar: the sounds of the ocean, the scent of her grandmother’s perfume—and the irresistible smile of James Margolis. The man Kay spent her adolescence pining for is every bit as charming as she remembers.

James always thought of Kay as “a nice kid”, but he feels something very different for the woman she’s become. Especially when he asks if she’d be willing to part with some of her grandmother’s recipes for his new restaurant—and they wind up sharing much more than culinary secrets.

But as their relationship deepens, Kay finds herself caught between the demands of her dream career as a travel photographer, and a chance for happiness with the one man she’s wanted for a lifetime.

Karen answers a few questions:

Are you a foodie yourself?

Absolutely. Food has always played a significant part of my life. Growing up in a half Jewish half Italian household it was impossible to avoid it. And who would want to? Food is awesome.  Even as  a child I was an adventurous eater so I always wanted to taste everything. There are very few things I won’t try (I have a pretty intense insect phobia, so I’m not sure I could get myself to try eating bugs, but other than that…).

In addition to loving to eat, cooking is one of my favorite pastimes. I have cooked and baked as long as I can remember. Some of the earliest childhood photos of me involve a 3-year-old me standing on a chair mixing cake batter or flipping French toast. When I’m stressed out, baking calms me. Feeding people is genetically ingrained in me—I love it when people can sit around together and enjoy food I’ve prepared. It makes me happy.

I even plan vacations around food. When I’m researching a location for a trip one of the first things I do is read about the best local foods, the “hidden gem” restaurants, the “must-have” local treats. It’s my favorite part of traveling. I’ll even refer to past trips as “yeah, that was a great food vacation.”

I just love food.

How much research into food and the business did you have to do?

Almost none.  In addition to my lifelong love affair with food, I’ve worked at several restaurants and catering companies and even worked in the start-up crew of an upscale restaurant. I’ve always had strong connections to the food industry and I know a lot about the behind-the-scenes operation of restaurants. It was very easy for me to think of all the obstacles James would encounter while opening his restaurant. And I love menu planning. Love it. Trying new recipes. Thinking about what courses would pair well together. Coming up with new combinations.

*sigh* Now I’m  hungry.   I think I may have to go cook something…

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Greater Treasures by Karina Fabian – Excerpt/Giveaway/Interview

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Blurb:  Being a private detective in the border town of the Faerie and Mundane worlds isn’t easy, even for a dragon like Vern.   Still, finding the wayward brother of a teary damsel in distress shouldn’t have gotten so dangerous.  When his partner, Sister Grace, gets poisoned by a dart meant for him, Vern offers to find an artifact in exchange for a cure.  However, this is no ordinary trinket—with a little magic power, it could control all of mankind.  Can Vern find the artifact, and will he sacrifice the fate of two worlds for the life of his best friend?

Keywords:  dragons, mystery, dragoneye, noir fantasy, lance of longinus, maltese falcon, dragon detectives, neo-nazis, racial prejudice, faerie creatures, conspiracy theories in fantasy, Karina Fabian

Pages: 130

ISBN-13: 978-1484848296

ISBN-10: 1484848292

ASIN B00CEH934G

Excerpt:

Given the day I was having, it came as no surprise that when I got home, I found the dogs sprawled in a drugged sleep and the sounds of things being overturned from within the warehouse. I decided not to bother with subtlety, but I did resist the urge to burst in with flames going full-blast. I had questions first.

Naturally, I walked straight in to find an automatic weapon—yep, a bona fide black-market AK-47—and I thought only Faerie lived their clichés—and six other weapons of various types pointed at me. I didn’t stop, just closed the door with my tail while I strolled in slow and placid-like. My visitors had shaved heads, faces painted white with clown paint, and black t-shirts with swastikas in white circles.

“If you’re the housekeeping service, you’re fired.”

“You stay right there, or we gonna fire you!” said one guy from the sidelines as he held his nunchucks at the ready.

What’d he think he would do—whack me on the nose? I turned to the one holding the assault rifle. “Scraping the bottom of the barrel with that one, weren’t you?”

“He’s right. You just stay still while we search the place.”

“The place” was a ten-thousand square foot warehouse with offices on the upper floor. Boxes I still hadn’t opened line the walls and made a maze in the second warehouse room. I settled myself on the floor and rested my head on my crossed arms. “Go ahead. I get half of anything you find.”

They stared at me, unbelieving. I smiled back. Mr. Cooperation, that’s me. Finally, Big Gun snarled for the others to get to work. As he turned his back on me, Nunchucks muttered, “I got your half. Don’t think I don’t.” Guess he learned such witty repartee in Hitler Youth Summer Camp.

I watched and listened and waited. With eight teenage skinheads trashing my place, it was only a matter of time.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” I suggested as Nunchucks made a grab for the doorknob to Grace’s workshop.

“You gonna stop me?” He turned the knob.

“Nope,” I said as I closed my ears and my eyes. Even so, I saw the otherworldly light and heard the harmonious roar of Divine Vengeance followed by Mundane screams.

“The Heavenly Host on the other hand…”

I waited until the screams died down to whimpers before opening my eyes and rising.

Four of the skinheads were unconscious. Three may as well have been; they were curled up in the fetal position, whimpering. Nunchucks was actually crying for his mommy. Big Guns had collapsed to the floor as well, the gun thrown away from him. He was sitting and rocking and making high-pitched keening through the roof of his mouth.

I’d tell Grace to tone down her wards some, except that the effect is directly proportional to the evilness of the intent. Suddenly, I was feeling a little shaky about my earlier entrance.

Knights out of the armor now. I went around, collecting weapons in the office trash can and poking through pockets. I found the usual stuff—driver’s licenses, credit cards, petty cash… One kid had a condom; wishful thinking on his part, I knew. Another had a report card. MLK High. Wonder if he was the one beating up Faerie kids? Honor roll grades, too. Of all the years I’ve battled evil, there were still some things I didn’t understand.

As I was returning Big Guns’ (aka Rick Matherston’s) wallet back into his jacket pocket, he blinked and focused on me.

“What was that?”

“Angels, kid.” Actually a kind of magical shadow of the real thing, but close enough.
“But I thought angels were—”

“There’s a reason why their first words are usually ‘Fear not!’ whenever they meet a human.”

His eyes returned to their unfocused stare. I almost felt sorry for him. Then I noticed the letters FARISLAR tattooed on his knuckles. Faerie slayer.

About Greater Treasures:  Most people associate the DragonEye stories with high humor ranging from puns to slapstick, and in fact, the first stories and the novels have certainly been crazy fun.  But the life of a cynical dragon PI isn’t all laughs, and Vern has had a few chilling stories to tell me.  Some of these, I’ve sold to anthologies, but some are too long for that.  Thus, I’ve decided to start publishing them on my own.

One thing I like to do for DragonEye stories is watch old noir films.  Greater Treasures came to me while watching the Maltese Falcon.  If you’ve never seen it, I recommend it.  (Then, reread the story to see if you catch the in jokes.)  I needed something with more “oomph” than a bird statue, and since Vern has some history with the Lance of Longinus, it made a good fit.  I enjoyed looking up all the conspiracy theories about the use of the Lance by Hitler, which is where the neo-Nazi angle came in.  To say more would be spoilers, so please, enjoy the story.

And if you do, be sure to check out Vern’s other tales at http://dragoneyepi.net.

Author interview

Welcome Karina!  Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

I am a writer of a large and growing imagination and a large but shrinking physique.  (I’m enrolled in circuit torture, er circuit training, five times week.  You can read about it each Wednesday at http://fabianspace.blogspot.com).  I write mostly science fiction and fantasy, plus some horror.  Some of my books are very funny, while others, like Greater Treasures, are more grim.  I love that my characters are so versatile, but find that they tell more stories than I can write down, which is a frustrating experience.

Is Greater Treasures a single title, or part of a series?

It’s part of a series, to use the term loosely.  I have two DragonEye novels and multiple DragonEye stories in various anthologies and magazines.  Vern is my most prolific character, and he tells me tales in every length from flash to novel.  Greater Treasures is a novelette or novella (depending on the definition you use).  It’s one of his more serious cases, although he can’t help being snarky in a very fun way.  Dragons have a terrible, wonderful superiority complex, and it shines through in his narration.

 

What were your inspirations for the story?

For this one, The Maltese Falcon (the movie).  Vern is a noir-style private investigator, a Sam Spade of the fantasy world, so often I will turn to old noir films for inspiration.  Of course, the stakes are much higher than finding a bird statue.

 

Please share your setting for Greater Treasures. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

Los Lagos, Colorado, is a small town in a valley in the Rocky Mountains, west and south of Canon City.  It’s completely made up, but I lived in southern Colorado most of my life, so I do know the general area.  The only connection between our world and the Faerie, the Interdimensional Gap, is located not far from town.  Caused by a combination of magical mishap on the Faerie side and nuclear explosion on our side, it has been both blessing and curse as the township has become the center of an influx of magical creatures and interdimensional trade.

When did the writing bug first bite?

Fourth or fifth grade, and I’ve been scratching it off and on ever since.

 

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

When I remember what spare time means, I’ll figure out a hobby to fill it.  However, this year, I decided to get serious about getting fit.  I was nearing 170 and running out of breath going up the stairs.  How pitiful is that?  There’s a gym on the way home from dropping the kids off at school—Biofit Bootcamp.  The instructor is a great guy who sets difficult but reasonable tasks and knows how to inspire without overpushing.  I go five times a week for an hour.  The routines change daily, so every muscle gets punished—er, worked on—each week.  I’ve only lost fifteen pounds because I don’t diet, but I’m toning up, which is what I really care about.

 

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

In Metaponto, Italy, the ruins of the Pythagorean temple are coated in snails.  Thousands and thousands of snails.  You cannot walk without stepping on snails.  I always wanted to write a story about the inhabitants getting turned into snails.

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  Winner of the 2010 INDIE for best Fantasy (Magic, Mensa and Mayhem), Karina Fabian has imagination that takes quirky twists that keep her–and her fans–amused. Nuns working in space, a down-and-out Faerie dragon working off a geas from St. George, zombie exterminators—there’s always a surprise in Fabian’s worlds. Mrs. Fabian teaches writing and book marketing seminars, but mostly is concerned with supporting her husband, Rob Fabian as he makes the exciting leap from military officer to civilian executive, getting her kids through high school and college, and surviving daily circuit torture…er, circuit training.  Read about her adventures at http://fabianspace.com.

 

Find Karina at:

Website: http://fabianspace.com, http://dragoneyepi.net

Blog:  http://fabianspace.blogspot.com

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EXTRAS FOR YOUR BLOG:

Outside Links: I’ve been told that if you link to outside articles, you increase your SEO.  Here’re some:

Lance of Longinus: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Lance

Maltese Falcon: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033870/

Live and Let Fly: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/p/live-and-let-fly.html

Magic, Mensa and Mayhem: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/p/magic-mensa-and-mayhem.html

 

Book tour link with all the stops: http://dragoneyepi.blogspot.com/2013/04/greater-treasures-book-tour.html

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See The Light by Cassandra Carr – Author Interview/Exceprt/Giveaway/Review

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See the Light

by Cassandra Carr

Gay Contemporary Erotic Romance

Categories: May-December, Sports-Themed

Publisher: Loose Id

Release Date: February 26, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 42,000

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Blurb

Hockey player Jason Monroe lives a double life—star defenseman and soon-to-be Olympian on the ice and closeted gay man outside the rink. A serious relationship is out of the question, and Jason makes do with anonymous sex in barroom bathrooms, not willing to take the chance on coming out as gay in a decidedly macho sport.

Advisor to the US Olympic hockey team Patrick Parker knows a thing or two about being a professional hockey player who’s not out.  He’s fifteen years older than Jason, and when he senses the sexy younger man is interested, he knows he shouldn’t give in to the attraction. The two men can’t keep their hands off each other, though, and with each heated encounter it gets harder to hide their relationship. Then their world blows up around them, forcing them into the limelight. Will their love survive or be put on ice?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Welcome Cassandra! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

 

Sure! I’m a multi-award-winning erotic romance writer. I’ve got about twenty works out, with more coming all the time. I write m/f AND m/m, along with themes like sports romance, BDSM and ménage.

Is See the Light a single title, or part of a series?

 

It will be book 1 in an as-yet-unnamed series. I wrote it so it could be either a single title or a series depending on how it sold. Well, it’s selling really well, so there are more coming!

 

What were your inspirations for the story?

 

There’s an organization called the You Can Play Project, which works with sports teams at all levels to eliminate homophobia. The NHL was one of the first sports, and certainly the first of the major professional sports, to embrace the You Can Play message. I’ve been following You Can Play since its inception and I’m really proud that the sport I love has been so receptive and supportive of the message that “If you can play, you can play”.

Despite how supportive the league and its players have been, though, there are still no “out” gay players in the NHL. Given stats on homosexuals, it stands to reason that at least fifty of the players in the NHL are gay, or one or two per team. Obviously there are gay players in the league, but they still feel like they can’t come out and be themselves. That’s sad. So I wanted to write a story about one such player.

 

Please share your setting for See the Light. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

Part of the book takes place in Geneva, Switzerland, during the Olympics. I’ve never been anywhere in Europe save Italy, though I’d love to go.

 

When did the writing bug first bite?

 

I’ve been writing my whole life on and off. I started writing for publication in 2008.

 

Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

 

Oh I have way too many to answer this question. I’d forget some and feel bad. Let’s just say that my fellow authors are an incredibly talented bunch!

 

If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

 

Jane Austen, William Shakespeare, Dan Brown, Maya Angelou, and Nora Roberts

 

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

 

What is this “spare time” of which you speak? I watch hockey, go out with my family and friends. I like to travel, but we have a four-year-old and haven’t been doing much traveling since she was born. Soon we’re hoping to do more.

 

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

Roosters crowing, competing with the sound of the ocean, in Hawaii.

Review:

Ooooo, let me be the first to say that this book rocked!  And here’s a little secret…I don’t read m/m.  Sure I’ll read it in a ménage but not a straight m/m book.  Nothing wrong with it, just not my cuppa.  In fact the real reason I picked the book up because of two things:  1)  Cassandra Carr wrote it and 2) it’s about my “mistress” hockey.  Yes, hockey is my mistress.  I worked for the Dallas Stars Hockey Club from 1999-2004.  I saw them win the Cup and then tried NOT to throw up when Scott Stevens skated it in Reunion Arena.  Tough times but I digress…BTW, I’m married to my first love…BASEBALL!!!

So to say that I picked the book because I wanted to read a book about a m/m romance would be the furthest thing on my mind.  I knew that Ms. Carr wouldn’t led me astray in her writing a m/m romance and with the hockey theme, I knew it was a winner.  I was not wrong on either count.  In fact, I will list the reasons why you should read See The Light even if you don’t read m/m.  Yep, it’s that good….

1.  Its sports themed and who doesn’t like a sports themed book.  No worries if hockey isn’t your thing, the universal theme in the book is sports in general.  Plus, they are in Geneva at the Olympics and for some reason, “Do you believe in Miracles” kept rolling around in my head.  To really show my age, I was 13 when the USA beat the Russians and won the Gold.  I still get choked up when I watch the movie “Miracle”.  In fact, I have a signed photo of the team celebrating their win over Russia with the commentary from Al Michaels.  It’s a classic.

2.  While Jason and Patrick have sex in the book, Ms. Carr handles it well.  The visual of two healthy, vibrant and sexy men didn’t send me shrieking.  In fact, with Jason’s age and his inexperience in a real relationship with a man, its endearing.  Jason’s used to only one-night stands and hookups, so his time with Patrick at first is awkward, funny (yes, funny) and tender.  We feel Jason’s changing emotions toward Patrick throughout the book and he’s coming to terms with his sexuality.  What he still has to figure out is how to tell Patrick.

3.  Patrick is the perfect “older” man.  He’s patient, kind, sexy and doesn’t come across as a “father figure” to Jason.  He treats Jason with respect but also handles the age difference with a chuckle.  In fact, Jason and Patrick talk about the age difference, their roles within the hockey and how it affect them and the outside world.  Again, Ms. Carr handles these issues with grace and bit of humor.

4.  There really is an organization called You Can Play.  Its main goal is to see that sports players that are gay are treated with respect within their teams, other teams and within their league.  *soapbox*  This sadness me to no end that players in any sport feel that they have to hide their sexuality.  Most players come “out” over they have retired and that shouldn’t happen.  Good lord, 66 years ago, Jackie Robinson FINALLY broke the color barrier in baseball.  Now, baseball has so many countries represented in their league, its like a UN conference.  When will it finally be acceptable for gay men/women to be able to come out and still be respected in their sport?  Seriously folks, with all the talk of gay marriage, gay couples adopting, benefits for companions and the like…gay players shouldn’t even be an issue.  So, leave the macho crap off the field and just play the damn game.  Trust me, a gay person isn’t going to hit on you in a game, practice or even the locker room.  They have “straight” radar like some people have “gaydar”.  * end soapbox*

5.  The climax of the book was a good shocker but much-needed for Patrick and Jason.  It finally opened their eyes and hearts to the relationship they were having and where they wanted it to go.  Plus, the revelations from the team was eye-opening as well.

Overall, the story flowed, dialogue was crisp, funny and while the sex was hawt, it wasn’t the main focus of the book.  The relationship to each other was and the reaction that the league and teammates would have if it ever come to light.  That was the point of the book.  How do two people have a relationship in a profession (sports) that is so macho and unforgiving for past sins?  Hell, I’m still waiting for certain football players to FINALLY admit that they are gay and they haven’t played in over ten years.  Can you imagine at Poconos Race Week and one of the drivers comes out…trust me, I lurve my NASCAR but there are some drivers that I wouldn’t put it past them and you know what?  More power to you!  Bring it and I mean that to every sport.  Big it on!  Its been 66 years since sports has been shaken up and its about time to do it again.  :)

Excerpt #3:

Fate wasn’t on Jason’s side. Everywhere he turned, Patrick was there. The man had acted strangely ever since their confrontation in the hall, and Jason lived in fear that Patrick had seen something that day and would out him, despite his gut feeling Patrick wasn’t like that.

Another night, Patrick and Jason found themselves on the same elevator at the hotel. Jason groaned to himself when Patrick followed him when he exited on his floor. He knew Patrick didn’t have a room on this floor and braced himself for the inevitable. The best thing to do now was go on the offensive. When Jason reached his door, he clenched his fists at his sides and spun around. “Why are you following me?”

Patrick stopped dead before turning his gaze to the floor, where he worried at a small hole in the carpet with his shoe. “Shit.”

“What?” Jason wouldn’t stand there like an idiot, waiting for the guillotine to fall. Almost without a conscious thought, he took up a battle stance.

The older man held out a hand in supplication. “Please, just let me explain.”

Jason’s eyebrows drew down as Patrick raised his gaze, and Jason read myriad emotions in them. Pain, guilt, shame, and hidden under all that, lust.

What the fuck?

He wasn’t willing to let the man off the hook until he knew what he wanted, so he barked out, “Talk.”

Patrick indicated Jason’s door. “Can we go inside? We shouldn’t stay out here in the hall, not with what we need to talk about.”

“And what is it we need to talk about?”

Jason watched as Patrick cleared his throat and shifted his weight from side to side. In a voice barely above a whisper, Patrick said, “Our mutual attraction.”

“Fuck.”

Patrick ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, what you said.”

Without another word, Jason unlocked his door and swung it open, motioning for Patrick to go in ahead of him. As soon as he was in the room, his eyes locked on the king-size bed dominating the space. Fortunately there was a desk chair and a small arm chair, and Patrick fell into the arm chair as Jason slowly lowered himself to the desk chair.

Jason blew out a breath. “So you’re—”

“Yeah. And so are you.”

“How the hell did you know that?” The question came out as little more than a snarl. He saw Patrick arch an eyebrow.

“I’ll admit you had me fooled for a while, but once I saw you check me out and looked into your eyes, I knew.”

“When did I check you out?”

“In the hallway a couple of days ago when we talked.”

Jason’s stomach churned. Busted. There was no use lying, especially since Patrick had already admitted he was gay too. “Can anyone else tell, do you think?”

“No. You hide it well.”

Closing his eyes, he murmured, “Thank God.”

“But I saw it, I see it, and we’re in deep shit.”

“How do you figure that?” Jason shifted in his chair. Even now his cock was half-hard, but he didn’t want the other man to notice his excitement. “I’ve hidden attraction before.”

Patrick blew out a loud breath. “Yeah, but were you trying to hide it when the other person was doing the same thing and there are countless people around at all times?”

“I’ll deal with it.” Rubbing the sudden ache at the back of his neck, he gestured toward Patrick. “Besides, if we can’t do anything about it, why even come here and dredge the whole thing up?”

“Because I think that’s better than trying to ignore it. I don’t know about you, but it was driving me crazy.”

Jason shot to his feet. “And you think now that we know we want each other, things will get easier? Are you fucking delusional?”

Patrick rose as well and stalked over to him. “No, I’m not ‘fucking delusional.’”

Jason stared at the other man, the lust burning him where he stood. He moved even closer, like a moth to a flame.

What the fuck am I doing?

Apparently Patrick didn’t know either, because his expression became alarmed. “What?”

I can’t stop.

“I need to do this.”

Not giving Patrick a chance to react to his words, Jason grabbed him, one hand palming the back of Patrick’s head as Jason’s other arm snaked around the man’s waist, pulling him into Patrick’s rock-hard body. It was obvious the man kept in shape, despite his playing days being over, and a tortured moan escaped before he could stop it. Jason dived into Patrick’s mouth as the passion flared, melting him from the inside out. He hadn’t kissed a man in years, and he realized how much he’d missed it as the kiss went on and on, neither man willing to let the other go.

He could feel Patrick’s cock as it lined up with his, and even through layers of clothing Jason felt the heat pouring off the other man. It made him want to submit to anything Patrick desired, which confused him. Honestly Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a man’s dick in his mouth, but right now he’d give just about anything to suck Patrick off.

Patrick pushed them backward until they crashed into the wall, never letting their lips separate as he took control of the kiss. With a growl, the older man reached down and cupped Jason’s ass, pulling their cocks even closer and rubbing them together. Jason turned his head to the side with a gasp to break the kiss before he passed out, but Patrick kept at him, scoring his teeth down Jason’s neck to his pulse point.

“So fucking hot.”

All Jason could do in return was give a helpless little whimper.

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Cassandra Carr is a multi-published, award-winning erotic romance writer with Ellora’s Cave, Siren, Sybarite Seductions and Loose Id who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Cassandra’s book Caught was recently named Best BDSM Book 2011 by LoveRomancesCafe and Impact was named BDSM Book of the Month for May 2012 by BDSM Book Reviews.

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Eternal Heiress by Charlene Roberts – Author Interview

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Welcome Charlene! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

 

Thank you, and hi everyone! My name is Charlene Lokey, but I write as Charlene Roberts. I live in Toronto, Canada with my family. I’ve written 2 erotica e-books; Under Cover of Night and A Gentleman’s Savior, both published by Ellora’s Cave.

I’ve been writing for awhile, but haven’t been able to make the leap to full time author (but working on it!) I have a full time job as an administrative assistant with a consulting company, but I’m hoping to change that soon.

I’ve got 2 cats named Miko and Koji.

I’ve done a lot of things; modeled, worked with a film crew, reviewed books for Romantic Times, was a contest coordinator and newsletter editor for my local chapter. I want to travel and have been to several states, the Caribbean and London, England, but just don’t have the funds.

*My dream reviewer job would be for Romantic Times.  sigh*

Is Eternal Heiress a single title, or part of a series?

 

Well, the e-book was supposed to be a single title, but when I finished the story, I realized I left an opening for a sequel. That won’t happen anytime soon as I do have other projects I’m currently working on.

 

What were your inspirations for the story?

 

It’s weird – I like to imagine “what if” scenarios. What if this happened instead of that? And it makes for a completely interesting result. For Eternal Heiress, it started off with “what if Napoleon had a second chance with his war?” He was exiled to an island called Elba after he was captured (I thought he would have been executed for his crimes), and I always wondered what he would do if given the opportunity to return to France. I give him that chance when he makes a deal with Satan, and thus Eternal Heiress was born.

 

Please share your setting for Eternal Heiress. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?

 

Eternal Heiress is set in several cities and countries; Toronto, where I live; England, which I would love to go back and visit; France, which I’m dying to visit; Japan, a country that looks so beautiful, and want to travel to one day; and Egypt. Egypt is a mysterious country with history so vast that it would take more than a lifetime to learn. I’d love to visit Egypt.

 

When did the writing bug first bite?

 

When I helped a friend type her first draft. I used a typewriter (I know! Tells you how old I’m getting – lol) and it was a historical, so definitely about 250 pages. My boyfriend had moved to another province, and noticing how upset I was, my friend told me about her book but was having a hard time finishing the typing (she wrote it long-hand), and that’s when I stepped in. I was interested in her story and asked if I could go with her to her local writing group. After the first meeting, I was hooked.

 

Who are your favorite authors, book/series?

 

I love the Dresden series by Jim Butcher – a detective who’s also a real wizard? All right!!!

I’ve enjoyed the Game of Thrones by George Martin – enormous sagas of treachery, magic and trust. I’m only on book four because it invests a lot of reading time to go through them.

I know you’re going to ask; how did I end up writing erotica? (which I do). I had to spend time deciding what genre I wrote best. I’ve written historical, contemporary and romantic suspense with no results, before stumbling onto erotica. It paid off with two published works. I still write erotica because I enjoy it, but I wanted to explore genres, and the fantasy element came to light.

 

If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

 

JK Rowling – I’m so impressed with how she stuck it out until her first Harry Potter book was published.

Nora Roberts – she has done everything it seems, and hasn’t slowed down.

Suzanne Brockman – a nice lady (I met her once at the RT Convention when it was in Toronto). I’d like to get some tips on her research style.

Claire Delacroix – a good friend who has been in the business a long time too.

The Bronte Sisters (if possible) – their Regency romances are the epitome of sexy! All of that tension brewing under the surface. They knew how to keep their readers entranced until the last page!

 

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time?

 

Not really; I spend most of it reading or writing. I go to the gym and exercise with my trainer. Being the middle of winter, I don’t do much – I don’t ski or play a lot of winter sports. Bring on summer!

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Tari Merytmut, adopted at age five and trained in the arts of swordsmanship, has made it her duty to track and kill the demons that suddenly infest her city.  Under the watchful eye of her guardian angel, Tari travels to the remote mountain temple of her adopted father to learn of her past.  From glittering cosmopolitan cities to the ancient tombs hidden beneath the hot, arid Egyptian desert, she discovers that a famous French general who sold his soul to Satan is plotting to steal her ancestor’s secret to complete his domination of the planet.  Tari will do everything it takes to stop him – even if it means going to Hell.

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Revelations by Julie Lynn Hayes – Excerpt/Author Interview

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Blurb:

Judas has never been very popular, not in any incarnation that he and Jesus and the others have lived through. But he doesn’t care about that. All he cares about is following the instructions of God as set forth in the script that they follow. And Jesus. For Judas has secretly loved the son of God for over two thousand years.

But now he decides that enough is enough, and he’s tired of watching Jesus die far too early, and for what? This time Judas is determined to see that Jesus lives a long and happy life, no matter what price he has to pay to accomplish it…no matter if he has to make a deal with the devil himself.

Revelations is a story of what could be, told by those who play it out, time after time after time, unbeknownst to the rest of mankind.  They’ve come back again, for yet another round.  But this time is going to be different.

Excerpt:

Prologue: God

            It’s not always easy to sit on the sidelines and watch what is happening, to resist the urge to intervene in his best interest.  My son’s that is. Jesus. But I do so, because I know it’s for his own good.  As well as for the good of mankind. I can’t let my concerns as his father override my vested interest in the fate of man. But sometimes that is easier said than done.

This morning I am not alone. Someone else is with me, someone with his own agenda, although we are not as diametrically opposed as some would imagine us to be. Good and evil aren’t the simplistic concepts some would portray them as being—there are more grey areas there than you might think. And rightly so.

He smirks. Too much for my taste, I have to admit, but sometimes he does have his moments, and he too has a part to play in what is happening in the world of men. Someone needs to fill the role of the villain, after all.

The stage is being set for the third act, the scripts have been handed round, and the actors are taking their places. Will this time end any differently than the others? That depends on my son, on Jesus. I’m thinking this will be the time when he’ll make the change.

“He’ll change nothing,” Lucifer interjects, although I’ve asked him nothing, certainly not inquired as to his opinion.

I glance at him. He’s dressed to within an inch of his life, and wears the most ridiculous sunglasses I’ve ever seen. I decide not to comment on his fashion sense. “I think he might, this time. I think he’s ready for change.”

Lucifer snorts. “It’s been two thousand years, and neither one has exactly caught on yet. Why should this time be any different?”

“Care to put your money where your mouth is?”

He eyes me carefully. “I would, but you see you have this whole mystic omnipotent God thing going on. Personally, I don’t care for those odds.”

I arch an eyebrow. “I may be omnipotent, but Jesus does have free will  and he does possess the ability to make his own decisions. You think I’d stack the deck in my son’s favor? Just to win a bet with you?”

“Let’s say I’m taking no chances.” He smiles. “Tell you what, though—give me free rein.  Let me do what I want, and you not say anything or do anything to interfere with me? As far as they’re concerned, that is.”

I open my mouth to object, he hastily interjects. “No killing, I swear to it.”

That’s better. I still have some measure of control over the serpent.

“So be it.” I agree, turning my attention back to where it had been, to my son.  I’m smirking now. Openly.

O ye of little faith, watch and learn.

Welcome Julie Lynn Hayes! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

Thanks for having me, Harlie! Well, obviously I’m a writer, have been for over forty years, which puts me on the other side of fifty lol  I’ve lived most of my life in the St. Louis area, been married twice, have five kids, but only one still at home. I have two cats. My favorite thing to do is write, but after that I enjoy reading, watching movies, long drives in the country, visiting the Art Museum (St. Louis has a great one!), crocheting, knitting, cross stitch and needlepoint. I visit my kids when I can, and hope to do a lot more traveling in the future.

 

Is Revelations a single title, or part of a series?

 Yes and no lol  It isn’t part of a series, but there will be other stories that feature the characters. You might call them companion pieces, but they aren’t exactly sequels, and are still in the writing stage.

 

What were your inspirations for the story?

One of my biggest inspirations was Weber & Rice’s Jesus Christ Superstar. I’ve listened to it so often I know most of the words and can sing all the parts (not well, mind you, so only in private). After that, I drew on inspiration from other movies I watched and books I read, and I formulated my own ideas and they became Revelations. I think one of the biggest spurs came from listening to someone talking about the Second Coming and what would happen at that time, his vision of a fire and brimstone God that I found to be rather strange, as I began to think to myself, how do you know there hasn’t been a Second Coming already, a non-announced one? Maybe more?

 

Please share your setting for Revelations.  Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

Revelations has no specific setting, not geographically. It all takes place within a small area, including the jail of a small town, and the site where most of the action takes place, just outside of town. But you can see it as you wish, it’s anywhere you want it to be. The characters are what counts, not the setting.

 

When did the writing bug first bite?

When I was maybe  nine or so. Our teacher was reading a book to us about some kids and the adventures they had and I began to imagine my own story and wrote it, a mystery involving an island and dinosaurs and an expensive diamond perfume (long before Elizabeth Taylor ever conceived of White Diamonds lol). Sad to say, no copy of this story exists any more.

 

Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

That’s a tough question, because there are so many. William Faulkner, P.G. Wodehouse are two. Charlaine Harris/Sookie Stackhouse, Sherrilyn Kenyon/Dark Hunter, Preston & Child/Pendergast series, Frank Herbert/Dune, Isaac Asimov/Foundation, not to mention great manga/yaoi series: Youka Nita/Embracing Love, Kizuna, Love Mode, Maiden Rose, and much much more. And great new upcoming m/m writers: M.A. Church, Chris T. Kat, Sui Lynn, and others. And let’s not forget graphic novels: Mike Carey/Lucifer, Neil Gaiman/Sandman, Mike Carey/The Unwritten, Joe Hill/Locke & Key

 

 

 

If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

 

Oh this would be fabulous! I’ll limit it to live authors, for expediency’s sake.  Mike Carey, Joe Hill, M.A. Church, Sui Lynn, Charlaine Harris, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Neil Gaiman, Dan Brown, Christopher Moore.

 

Better stop there, that’s a full table lol

 

 

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

 

Yes, I love to crochet, knit, cross stitch and needlepoint. I don’t do anything useful, like sew, though. I love jigsaw puzzles and crossword puzzles, the harder the better. And Sudoku.

 

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

That’s a hard question. I’ve seen a lot of things in my over fifty years. I heard the sound of my first husband being shot to death, although I did not see it. It doesn’t sound anything like in the movies.  I’ve heard people talk in tongues, which I found rather strange.  It’s hard to separate the strange from the normal sometimes, it all goes into the pool of our experiences.

Thanks for having me, Harlie! And thanks to everyone who stopped by!

Author Info:

Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she’d never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, and MuseitUp Publishing, and she has also begun to self-publish at various places on the Internet.  

My Links:

My blog:  http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com

My facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=527332074

My Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3442231.Julie_Lynn_Hayes

My Publishers:

Museit Up Publishing:  http://museituppublishing.com/

Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_222

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