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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Rainbow Book Awards, 2010

I am thrilled to announce that 'An Uncommon Whore' took third place in the Science Fiction category of the Rainbow Book Awards! I'm really humbled by this, as I didn't even realize that it was in the competition. In addition, the beautiful cover art by PL Nunn made it all the way to the 15th round of judging.

Here's what the judges had to say about the book:

An Uncommon Whore is an impressive and sensual romance. --Ro

I marked quite highly because of the depth achieved in such a low word count story. The writing flowed smoothly, the pacing was good, there were no dips and nothing drew me out of the story. So quite a high mark is acheived here. --Rosie

Many thanks to all who judged and voted for this book!

Happy Tails!


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Excerpt: Dos Lunas (werewolf, BDSM)

“Diego, I’ll make you a bet.” She turned, a smile on her pretty lips. “I’ll bet that I can make you climax, touching you with nothing but a feather.” She lifted a softly draping peacock plume, brushing it against her lips.

He lifted a brow. “A feather?”

“Oh, more than one, of course. Are you willing to bet me?”

He cocked his head to the side, wondering what she was up to. “What are we betting?”

She sighed deeply, drawing his eyes to her chest, where the red bra peeped out at the edges of her suit.

“If you don’t climax within…ten minutes…I’ll give you a blow job.”

“Ten minutes? With feathers?” He contemplated the silky plume in her hand. He could do that… “Five minutes. And if you win?”

“Seven minutes. If I win, you go down on me.”

He let his weight settle on one leg. “Seven minutes. If I win, you go down on me. If you win…it sounds like we both win.”

She nodded. “You’re right. If I win and you climax, you not only go down on me, but you do it on my terms. Do you understand?”

She sounded no nonsense, triggering his desire to agree, to submit. He cleared his throat. “What are your terms?”

She knelt, wrapping a wide leather band around his ankle and fastening it to a loop in the floor. “My terms? Bound and blindfolded. You will follow my instructions exactly.”

His cock throbbed in response to her words. The image shouldn’t arouse him, but it did. She continued to his other ankle, ignoring his erection. She stood, pulling his hands to the front. He expected her to shackle him, but instead, she wrapped black tape around his wrists. Diego examined the tape, realizing that he could easily break free. That gave him a measure of comfort.

“Arms up.”

She guided him into place, looping his wrists over a low-hanging hook. He wasn’t uncomfortable, not really. But he wasn’t completely balanced and that made him uneasy. When she slipped a blindfold over his face, he flinched.

“Does this bother you?”

He thought for a moment. He could smell and hear. Once his other senses adjusted, he nodded. “Green. I’m fine.” Odd. He didn’t sound fine, even to his own ears.

Once his vision was obscured, Diego listened to her move around the room, mostly over at the table. He heard the rustle of the leather bag; the whisper of fabric.

“Nothing but feathers.” His voice was little more than a whisper.

“That’s right, Diego. I’ll touch you with nothing but feathers. Starting now.”

The feather lightly caressed his cheeks, his jaw and finally his lips. He could scent her lipstick, so he knew it was the peacock feather. It teased and tickled down his ribs, around to his back. He smiled slightly, letting himself be lulled by the rhythmic brush against his skin. He smelled her, heard her breathing…felt it on his skin. He shivered, focusing on breathing deeply. This wasn’t bad. Not at all. He estimated that a minute had passed. This would be a breeze.

When a ribbon of fire streaked down his spine to his ass-crack, he was momentarily too stunned to react. She’d scratched him with the quill end of the feather! The sting wasn’t that bad, but unexpected. He arched his back, finding himself swaying, letting his weight hang from his hands.

His dick went hard as a rod. And damn if he wasn’t in trouble.

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Sunday, November 7, 2010


I've decided to undertake the great adventure that comes around every November: NaNoWriMo.
It's that writing marathon where we aim for a word count of 50K by the end of the month.

I love NaNo, 50K is a short novel or in my case this year, two novellas that I really need to get finished. This year, I took the entire month of October off new writing and focused on getting my mental sh*t together. Autumn is always like that for me, I go just a little blue this time of year. So October is my mental health month, November is the return to insanity.

So, why did I give this blog the title "Three"? Well, because for the first time in nearly a year, I'm writing a menage. If you're familiar with my writing, you know that a lot of my early books were menage stories, and nearly always featuring bisexual characters. (I know, you don't want icky girl cooties all over your hot men. Sorry.) Of the 4 new manuscripts I did this year, 3 were m/m, 1 was m/f. I find myself having to get back into the threesome frame of mind.

This novella has a few extra requirements. First, it has to be a het menage. The problem is that I don't really believe in heterosexual menage. Ya know, when three people are all in bed together, all the bits get to bouncing and parts start touching. You notice that in the sole m/f/m menage that I've written, (Soul Keeper) which featured twins with one women, they didn't actually all get it on at the same time. Twincest might do it for some, but for others...its a therapy issue in the real world. more brothers/cousins, etc. (Except for Somians, but I can break my rules when I feel like it... and they're just pervs anyway!) Anyhow, I'm struggling with keeping it straight when one of my characters was clearly described as bisexual in a previous book.

Sigh...restrained I come.

Next, its BDSM, which poses a really touchy problem. The heroine and one hero come from really tortured backgrounds. How can I take this poor damaged heroine, throw her with two men and then have them tie her up and flog her? How can the damaged hero trust himself to do that?


Did I mention they're all werewolves? And the men don't really like each other?

Ah, back to the werewolf book of game plays for my Truckee Wolves. If I make her a dominant, non-alpha female with dominant, non-alpha males, that levels the playing field a bit. And if I have the game launch at her instigation...better...

Even better, make the top male of the pair very healthy, very secure in his masculinity, and very compassionate.

OK, I think I'm there. So stay tuned. This one is shaping up to be a wild ride!


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Adult Excerpt: Black Wolf! (m/m, shifters, BDSM)

Coming November 4/5 to Changeling Press!

The chase is on, but who is the hunter, and who is the prey?

Siberians live for the thrill of the chase; wolves exist for the joy of the capture. On a foolish dare, Jasper O’ Shea takes a gamble at Last Call, letting fate choose his lover for the night.

Detective Brutus “Brutal” Ballantine came to Last Call looking for something far different than a sly clever Siberian Husky. Yet when the call comes over the sound system, he finds himself unable to resist the lure of laughing blue eyes and a happy tail.

M/M, Paranormal, shapeshifter, BDSM

Adult Excerpt:

Without warning, Brutal came down on top of him, pinning him to the floor with his bulk, and as hard as he struggled, Jasper was unable to escape. They lay like that for a moment, catching their breath and waiting for their hearts to slow their pace. Wicked teeth dug into Jasper’s nape, holding him in position.

Jasper groaned. Not in animal form! God only knew how it would feel if the wolf knotted him! He relaxed and let himself shift back to human, feeling the soft pile of the carpet under his belly. The wolf was pressed full length over his body, holding him in place.

“Okay… I submit!”

Jasper felt a shimmer of power, and then a very large, very aroused man took the place of the wolf. His body responded, his ass clenching even as his prick grew painfully hard. The carpet suddenly didn’t feel so good against his skin.

Brutal began to rock against him, pressing his erection into the hard muscle of Jasper’s thigh.

“You sure? I was just getting warmed up.” His voice was a growling rumble in Jasper’s ear. He rose to his knees, jerking Jasper’s ass into the air. “You want it dark and dirty, and I’m more than happy to comply, Red.”

“Jasper. The name’s Jasper.” He gasped. “And I’d appreciate lube if you’re planning on shoving that monster up me arse!”

Brutal began laughing, and let Jasper loose. He crawled away and turned, plopping down on his bottom. He grinned at the big man. “Gave you a good run, didn’t I?” He scooted back as Brutal began moving in his direction, still on hands and knees.

“Shut up.”

Hard lips came down on his, a rough tongue forced its way into Jasper’s mouth, and he gasped, trapped and unable to retreat any further. He had the wall at his back and a man the size of a wall to his front. He struggled briefly, and then submitted to the rough embrace, letting the wolf take out all his sexual frustration in the kiss.

Their teeth clicked, and Jasper ran his tongue over the wicked canines that hadn’t yet receded completely. When he tried to move, Ballantine’s hand tangled in his hair, holding his head in place.

Suddenly Ballantine had moved away. He was on his feet, reaching down to drag Jasper upright, hauling him bodily toward the bare, simple bed. Jasper was tossed through the air and landed on his back, his breath gusting out on impact. The beast followed, crawling across the mattress until he covered Jasper, pinning him in place.

“I win.” He grinned at Jasper.

“This round, perhaps.”

“It’s the moment that counts.” He continued up Jasper’s body until that flushed, rigid pole of his was hovering just over his lips. Jasper cocked a brow, looking up at the man who had him pinned in place.


“Oh, such a romantic.”

He saw Brutal’s lips twitch in a smile. “You’ve been asking for it all night. It’s time to take what you asked for, Rover. Now suck.”

The head bumped against his lips and Jasper tilted his jaw back until it was sliding down under his chin. He turned his head, and it was wrenched back when a big hand anchored itself in his hair.

“Oh, fine. Just fine…” He opened his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue drag up the heavily veined underside of Brutal’s shaft. He turned his head slightly.

“This would be a bit easier if you’d get your knees off my arms.”

“Shut up.”

Jasper rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, swallowing down the engorged flesh as Brutal pushed in ruthlessly. He sucked hard enough to strip the chrome from a trailer hitch, watching as Brutal’s face went dark with shock and pleasure. Bastard wanted to get sucked off? Well, Jasper knew a thing or two about blowing a man.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Its Raining Cover Art!

I have not one, but three to share with you!

Last Call Europe: Black Wolf will be available November 5 at Changeling Press:

The Myths and Magic anthology is now available at Dreamspinner Press:

Lucky in Red: Dos Lunas will be available in November at Passion in Print Press:

Week 2 Winners!

Runner Up #1 is Barbara Elsborg (you get an e copy of Blacque/Bleu, or your choice of a book from my back list)

Runner Up #2 is Jason! (the numbers really like you!) I know you've read B/B, so you get a choice from my backlist.

Winner of the Christy Grandjean gift certificate is....Brandy B!

Drop me an email at so I can arrange for deliver of your gifts!

Thanks everyone!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Sunday Close to the Party

Its been a fabulous two weeks, hasn't it? I'd like to thank all the guest bloggers and all the readers who visited and commented. You guys are just awesome!

You've undoubtedly noticed that I haven't yet chosen a winner for the week 2 grand prize...I've been in San Francisco at Yaoi Con and have just now gotten back home and online. Tallying up the comments and choosing my winners is next on my agenda.

Yaoi Con? San Francisco? That's all a story waiting to be told. In fact...if you run over to Jesse Wave's blog, ZA Maxfield has been doing a daily journal of our adventures!

We shopped, we ate, we visited and so much more! There's no place like San Francisco during Halloween and the World Series!

I promise to post the winners Monday morning....(or afternoon...depending on when I wake up!)

Happy Tales!


Friday, October 29, 2010

Sheri Lewis Wohl: Souls of Sorrow

Timeless chills.

Sometimes you wonder how it is you ended up as an adult with this great love of the preternatural. Well, maybe you don’t but me…yeah, I sometimes wonder. Then I think back to when I was a kid and it just makes me smile. I was always that strange little kid who bugged the crap out of my family when it came to scary movies. “Pleeeeese, can I watch it?” I’d plead on Saturday afternoons when spooky movies were playing on television. The first answer was always no and for good reason. I’d keep them all awake after I watched a scary movie because I was not only afraid of the dark but had an overactive imagination. Then, tired of listening to my pleading and whining, they’d finally give in. For a couple of hours I’d sit cross-legged on the floor glued to the television, thrilled as the film noire style movie opens and the Wolfman’s eyes peer at me from between the slats of a window blind.

Now, you have to understand, I like movies. ALL movies. Old ones, new ones, bad ones, good ones. So what is it I remember about those long ago scary movies? Nothing so glorious as say, The Shining or perhaps Psycho or Halloween. Nope, one of my all-time favorites was none other than a good old black and white movie—Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein. Even as a kid I liked nothing better than werewolves, vampires, and monsters, and this movie had it all. Sure, there were scarier movies and in color no less but honestly, when it comes to werewolves who ever did it better than Lon Chaney Jr.? The movie is a bona fide oldie, filmed in 1948, but seriously when it comes to werewolves, what’s time got to do with it? Not a thing in my book. Just as the legends of werewolves have lingered in folklore, so too has the legend of the Wolfman created by Lon Chaney Jr.

All those afternoons of werewolves, vampires, and monsters rubbed off and when it came time to create my own stories, darned if they didn’t show up! Here my parents thought I was wasting my time with those movies-ha! Souls of Sorrow is my most recent paranormal novel and while there are no werewolves, there are plenty of things going bump in the night to keep you watching the shadows. Stop by my website at to take a peek and if you’re interested in winning a digital copy, just answer the question posted there.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Week 2 Grand Prize

Have you heard of Golden Wolfen? Artist Christy Grandjean does the most beautiful fantasy art, and many of her wolf people and werewolf characters just fulfill my personal fantasy of what a werewolf should be.

The grand prize for Week 2 is a $25 gift certificate to Golden Wolfen Art!
Remember, you must comment to win, and I'll be throwing ALL comments back through Week One into the hat. (or random number generator! )

There will also be 2 runner up winners selected. If you won last week, you are still eligible.


Lynn Lorenz on Lucky in Red

Lucky in Red is my first release from Passions in Print, MLR’s traditional romance imprint, and I’m just thrilled to be there for several reasons.

One, the publisher is Laura Baumbach. ‘Nuff said.

Second, it’s an anthology with two of my favorite authors and people, Belinda McBride and Jianne Carlo. If you haven’t read their stuff, you should. Go ahead. I’ll wait. And if you’re not lucky enough to know either of these ladies personally, it’s a shame. Both of them are creative, funny, professional, and just good people.

Third, it’s the first time I’ve ever…er, colluded…with other writers. We had the bare minimum requirements for the anthology and Laura, God love her, let us run with it. And we did, oh boy! We came up with what we hope is an original twist to a story about werewolves who meet their mates (and their matches) in three women with stained red dresses.

Now, I’m the first to tell you I’m not sure I could ever write with a partner. I’m just too anal… (stop snickering, yeah, I said anal. Yeah, I said it again.) and a control freak. Just thinking about the arguments over whose name is first terrifies me. So this was a great way to get a taste of working with someone else, sharing a story and working through a process to get to a final work that is consistent and works as a whole.

Not easy, but these ladies made it a dream. We chatted on Skype several times and as each of us finished the first chapters, we sent them back and forth to read and edit. It was great! I loved having two sets of eyes on my chapter, and seeing what they had that I could shameless steal….er, incorporate, into my story.

One of the town’s wild and crazy characters came from Jianne’s first chapter. Belinda and I saw her and said, okay, she has to be in all the stories!! She’s one of the only people that appear in all of them.

And oh my God, we had so many decisions to make, decisions a single writer makes without having to ask anyone any questions, such as….

We decided that the brothers would only exist in the other stories as a presence on a cell phone or email, but not physically appear. We decided on the location, Sleeping Dog, Texas, and that the weres would own a dry cleaning store. We decided they’d be Hispanic and each of us grabbed our favorite names – Maximilian, Diego, and Antonio – and because they’re brothers, what order they were born. That led to if he’s first, then he’s alpha and act like this, the middle brother would act like this, and the youngest, the baby, would be like that.

So many decisions, right? Catch your breath, cuz there were more…. Hair color, style, eyes, body build, characteristics, and speech patterns. And that was just the guys!

When we got to the women in the stories, it was the same thing, only different. What would their names be? What would they look like? I wanted to write a BBW story, so how could I incorporate that into my guy’s character? Jianne’s alpha male needed a sweet sub, Belinda’s middle son needed someone to set him straight, and my younger son, a geek, had to find his inner alpha.

Then we tackled the dresses. What stains would each one have? How would they happen? What would each woman’s dress look like? Red was the only decision we didn’t have to make when we started.

It was an amazing experience. I think it worked well, story-wise and writer-wise. I’ve heard more than one author say they’d never co-write again, and even though we didn’t really co-write, I think this is a close as I might get and still be in my comfort zone. (yeah, there is comfort food in my zone, and a recliner, and a remote control) We’re hoping it’s successful, because once we finished, we started thinking of other anthologies we wanted to write together…. The mind boggles!!

Once it comes out, I hope you’ll agree that these three werewolves and their mates are a perfect fit and that as writers, Belinda, Jianne, and I are a perfect fit too.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Suzanne Rock: Adapting To Change

I have a confession to make: I don’t like change. I don’t think many people do. We are creatures of habit and often find comfort in things we do every day. Any disruptions to our daily regimen, any invasion of our comfort zone, and many people feel lost. I know I do.

This is particularly true of my writing. Up until very recently, I had a routine and it worked for me. I’d write during my lunch hour at work, then once again when the kids went to bed in the evenings. My output was pretty good, and things were going well. Then, like a predator sneaking into my territory, something happened that changed everything.

The company I work for announced that they were going to have massive layoffs -- the most layoffs they have ever had in their 15 year history. Now unfortunately, I don’t make enough money off my writing to put food on the table, so I needed that day job. This announcement threw me for a loop, and as the weeks passed, I began to fear that my group -- and my paycheck -- were going to disappear.

Needless to say, my writing suffered. A lot. I stopped writing for two weeks while I dealt with the stress of potentially losing my job. Where would I find money? How would I provide for my family? This was truly a low point in my life and instead of turning to the one thing I could always count on to keep me sane (my writing) I turned away.

But this story doesn’t have a depressing ending. Over the past week my ducks started to fall in a row, and a solution emerged that will place both me and my family in a much better position than we were before. As my anxiety lessened and my head began to clear, I turned back to my writing -- and found sympathy in the alpha wolf from my Kyron Pack series, Josh.

In the series mythology, the Kyron Pack was formed during a time when werewolves were becoming overcrowded in North America. A small group, led by Josh Kyron, migrated down from Canada and into the western United States looking for an area where they could live in peace. They made their home in Las Vegas and the surrounding territories and became protective of the local humans in their new home. Just like real wolves, they marked their territory, staked out their food supply, and turned their small family into a powerhouse that dominated the territory they lived in.

When a rival pack on the East Coast saw how well the Josh and his wolves were doing, they decided that it was unfair for them to reap all of the benefits. They wanted Kyron territory and Kyron wealth. More importantly, the leader of this new pack, Eric Wright, wanted to eliminate Josh and rule both packs himself. He used Lydia, Josh’s true mate and Eric’s sister, to bring the Kyron pack to their knees.

Josh’s routine was disrupted, and his territory invaded. I found that Josh reacted to the situation very much like I reacted to the announcement of layoffs at my company. We both became angry, then bitter. Finally, when it seemed like all hope was lost, we fell into despair. Neither of us wanted to give up hop, however, and it was only by using our heads and being creative, that we were able to come up with a plan for survival (and save our sanity).

Territory and control are very important to wolves. They are protective by nature, and like order in their packs. How about you? Are you like Josh Kyron and other wolves? Do you crave the same order and control over your surroundings? Or do you just “go with the flow?” Tell me about it!

One lucky commenter will win a free .pdf of the first book in my Kyron Pack series – Up on the Housetop!

Up on the Housetop, Book One of the Kyron Pack

ISBN: 978-1-60737-487-9

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Book Trailer:

Publisher: Loose Id, LLC
Genre: M/F paranormal erotic romance (werewolves)
Length: Novella
Price: $4.99


Desperate to escape her controlling family, Chloe Bradford scrambles up to the housetop of her Texas home on Christmas Eve. There she discovers a sexy stranger cloaked in shadow. He convinces her to shed her good-girl image and give into her most secret desires. The man's low, raspy voice tugs at her memory as much as it awakens her passion. Is he a Christmas miracle, or some figment of her imagination? When he tries to leave, she follows him, eager to learn his identity.

Zach can't stop thinking about Chloe, or their reunion on the roof. His wolf-half urges him to reveal his identity and claim her, but he doesn't dare. For both their sakes, he must remain in the shadows until he can control his inner beast's bursts of rage. After a decade of struggle he thought he could handle his curse, but Chloe's presence causes his control to slip. As the moon-rages become more frequent, he knows he's slipping toward the insanity that claims many of his kind. Only Chloe can save him, but will she want to after he reveals his identity and the reason he broke her heart over a decade ago?

Down on the Boardwalk, Book Two of the Kyron Pack

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ISBN: 978-1-60737-487-9

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Publisher: Loose Id, LLC
Genre: M/F/M paranormal erotic romance (werewolves)
Length: Novel
Price: $6.99


Gwen's psychic abilities first make her an outsider among the werewolves. Then they make her a slave. Forced to use her power to help a deranged werewolf seek vengeance, she gives up on her dream of ever being accepted and loved. That is, until Nico and Tony are thrown into her cell. Her attraction to the Kyron Pack brothers is immediate and overwhelming. As she submits to the physical attraction, old wounds heal and her powers strengthen. The brothers think she can save them, but to do so would require more than just physical intimacy, and reveal a secret too dark and horrifying to share.

When Nico and Tony use their lust to help their battered mate, buried memories rise to the surface, and jealousy threatens to destroy the fragile wolf in their care. As each of them bonds to Gwen, they begin to withdraw from each other. Now they must heal their inner scars and forgive the past if they ever hope save Gwen and escape the Boardwalk alive.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

KC Burn

I’m KC Burn and my favourite werewolf story changes depending on my mood - there are a lot of good ones out there. However…

One Wednesday night several years ago, during a horrible snowstorm, a friend and I went to the movies. We saw Cursed, with Christina Ricci and Joshua Jackson about a werewolf in L.A., and we were the only ones in the theatre. We laughed and laughed. Ahem. I’m not sure if that was the intention of the film, but I found it hilarious. It was a nice, light-hearted horror movie, the acting was good, the effects weren’t awful, and it had a very campy feel to it. Perhaps it was intended to be a spoof, although it certainly wasn’t billed as such. But it hit all my B-movie buttons, and it’s one of my all-time favourite werewolf movies.

Although I like the werewolf as villain, I also enjoy the opposite end of the spectrum with the werewolf as the uber-Alpha hero as is often found in romantic fiction -- for instance, the awesome J.L. Langley’s werewolf series. The inclusion of the tortured werewolf hero in Cursed (although he was more a beta than an alpha) is probably one of the reasons I enjoy the movie so much. It has the best of both worlds.

As for me, MIA Case Files: Wolfsbane is my foray into the werewolf arena, with werewolves as villains. The blurb is below, and the next one in the series (with vampires) is due out shortly.

Werewolves are coming through an open portal and one of them wants Adam Farelli. Agent Lachlan Carmichael can’t let that happen, even if it means stepping out of the closet for the town’s sexiest screw-up.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Living A Nightmare: Barbara Elsborg

Can I confide in you? Don’t say no. I don’t have anyone else to talk to. But keep this to yourself. I’m eaten up with worry and I need to understand why. It all started last month, when I was in the park. One minute I was standing there admiring my new high heels, the next I was racing after a tennis ball. Unbelievably, even in heels, I managed to get to it before a greyhound!! Fitter than I thought which is a good thing but an inability to pass a lamppost without sniffing the base can’t be good. Though they all smelled wonderful. I hope no one saw me pee on the one next my house. Buts it’s mine- MINE, I TELL YOU.

Oops. Sorry about that. I seem to be a bit short tempered lately.

Another thing I’ve noticed, is -- hair. I mean, we all shave our legs and underarms and sometimes those other bits but not five bloody times a day. I’m having to buy razors in bulk. Plus my silver jewelry has started to bring me out in a nasty rash and I’ve developed a craving for rare steak. Until a few weeks ago I was a vegetarian. Go figure.

Oh and I should mention – sex. Well I’ve always liked sex – now I can’t get enough of it. Even the sixty year old postman with the glass eye and wooden leg looks tasty. But no more missionary position, only doggy style will do. Does that make me kinky?

Did I tell you about the moon? Makes my mouth water and my skin prickle and my voice all husky. Goodness knows what I’ll be like when it’s full in a few days time.

Lady next door has lost her cat and wants me to go look for it. About time I had a word with Fluffy about crapping in my yard. I’m sure I can make the little pussy cat see the error of her ways.

So what do you think? Have I caught something? Do I need to be worried?

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If you like your werewolves with a sense of humor – try my books. ‘Falling For You’ ‘The Misfits’ and ‘Fight to Remember’ all feature werewolves and are available from Loose-Id. My latest with Ellora’s Cave is ‘The Small Print’ – with a werewolf hunk called Catch.

The Small Print – Barbara Elsborg – out on 1st October with Ellora’s Cave

I’m in trouble.

Matty suddenly finds herself back in her childhood home, naked and alone, with no clue how she came to be there. When her greedy uncle sells Milford Hall from under her, Matty hides in the attic.

The woman is trouble.

Vampire historian, Turner, has long had his eye on Milford Hall and there is no price he won’t pay to own it. He doesn’t expect to find an aggravating female living in his attic insisting she has a right to be there. The small print in the contract backs her up but Turner is determined to maintain his privacy. Doesn’t matter she’s the hottest thing he’s seen for years— in order to protect her from his mistakes, Matty has to go.

I eat trouble for dinner

After a self-imposed twenty year absence from Turner, werewolf Catch arrives to put the past right and save his former lover from circling enemies. But one kiss from Matty and Catch has more than Turner to worry about. Neither boy wants to share their new toy.

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Sunday, October 24, 2010

And the winner is....

The winner of the necklace is Sarah J McNeal! Sarah, please contact me privately at to arrange shipping. As soon as possible, I'll be out of town from Wednesday thru Monday. :)

And since there was so much great participation, I've chosen two runners up!

Cinquetta, you've won a download of Blacque/Bleu (if you have it already, you can choose from my backlist)

And Jason, you've won swag! Contact me with your address and I'll get it to you asap.

Again, me at so we can make arrangements!

And no, the party isn't over! Monday features the lovely Barbara Elsborg, so come by and join in the fun! I'll also announce the very special Grand Prize for Halloween!

Have a great evening, guys!

Selena Illyria: Draven Crossing: Torger's Addiction

Draven Crossing: Torger’s Addiction


© 2010 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved

Werewolves, Urban Fantasy, Dragons

Torger threw the book in his hand away in disgust. “How the hell can she read this crap?” he mumbled to himself. A glance at the cover showed a half naked couple in an intimate embrace. The blurb had been promising, declaring it a breakout paranormal novel with lots of praise heaped on it by other supposed bestselling authors. He wouldn’t know who any of those people were. It was only a few months ago he’d started reading books in the romance genre. And it had all be an accident out of boredom. Now he was paying for it in spades. Not only were the sex scenes hot enough to melt lead but reading them had fueled his fantasies and giving him a few new ones to contemplate and it was all Isadora’s fault.

She’d left the book out and had made him wait in her office. It wasn’t his fault that he’d picked up the book and read a scene or two. Now he couldn’t stop reading the books. First it had been a popular paranormal, erotic romance series. Next he found himself ducking into bookstores during lull times and buying anything that the author recommended. It was like a sickness he couldn’t shake. If any of his friends or even his fellow police officers found out he was reading those books, he’d not only never hear the end of it, he wasn’t sure his alpha wolf status of all the wolf packs would hold up. He couldn’t have beta wolves making fun of him, or the rest of the packs losing respect for him because of his chosen reading material.

“I can see it now. Torger, alpha wolf of all the packs loses position because he can’t stop reading Angela Knight books.” He shut his eyes and groaned. Despite those possible consequences, he couldn’t stop reading the books. Right now, he found himself hooked to the latest Karen Marie Moning book while reading the latest Diana Castilleja book at the office, and then at home, he had a few Chris Marie Green Vampire Babylon books sitting on his nightstand. He never left home without a book tucked in his messenger bag. Just in case I get bored or something. At least that’s what he told himself.

Just a few days ago, he’d almost been caught by Officer Petra Anderson, his werewolf beta in his pack. She’d come into his office just as he’d reached the part where the villain was revealed when the door had popped opened. He’d barely had time to hide the incriminating novel. Luckily she didn’t notice how oddly shaped his pile of paperwork was. And worse, his friend Jackal was staying at his place. The dream-walker was a great friend and very open-minded and understanding but Torger doubted that the man wouldn’t rake him over the coals for his latest reading obsession. Best friends kind of took that privilege and ran with it. “I have to find a place to stash the books.”

He looked around his office and muttered a curse. Everywhere he looked, he could see his various hiding places for the books. His book case was littered with them hidden behind other books. The growing mountain of paperwork on his desk had a few books stacked underneath it all. He didn’t even want to think about his filing cabinets. The messenger bag that hung on his coat rack was empty of the damning contraband but his jacket wasn’t. The inside pocket contained a mass market edition of the latest Marie Treanor vampire book. He looked down at his desk and spotted his laptop. Nausea rose up. The physical books hadn’t been enough. Then he’d discovered eBooks. Reading material that wouldn’t take up room on a shelf or could be hidden behind a password. They were like crack cocaine. He’d just kept buying them. More. More. More. A new release here, a few backlist books there and suddenly he had over a hundred eBook files tucked away in a file folder marked Family Jewels. And those books were worse than what he had in print. They were filled with hot, sexy erotic scenes. The list of author names rolled through his mind; Lexxie Couper, Jess Dee, Rhian Cahill, Cynnara Tregarth, Michelle Hasker, Dawn Montgomery, Sherri King, Madeline Oh, Aubrey Ross, Moira Rogers, Lena Austin, Belinda McBride and more, so many more.

The time he snuck in for reading the books became longer. It was stress reading for him. When things got tense, most people smoked a cigarette or went to the spa. He read. Romance books. Erotic Romance books. And things were pretty damn stressful at the moment. A serial killer was on the loose in his territory. The person was killing people on his watch and he had nothing to go on. The coroner’s report and the CSU’s reports had said the same thing, no trace, no fibers, no fingerprints, no tissue or blood, not even a scent to go by. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he prayed that they’d get a break soon, otherwise his little addiction was going to go public. The need to read was increasing. Each minute no new information came up was another minute he just wanted to forget his troubles and lose himself in a book. With great reluctance, he began to gather the books up from around his desk. Once he had all of them, he dumped them into a bottom drawer and locked it up, vowing to take them home later. The only thing that remained of his addiction was the acceptable Laurie R. King Mary Russell series. He wouldn’t get grief for that book because it was a mystery.

Torger was just about to get up and go for lunch when his door slammed open and a vision in pink strode in, anger clear on her face.

“Call these lunkheads off, Torger. I’m here with news,” Isadora declared. For a moment he stood there staring at her. Today she was dressed in a pink pencil dress with thin straps. Never mind that it was currently fifty degrees outside, unusually cold for late Spring, but that the dress did wonderful things for her figure. It hugged her full hips and generous bust perfect. All he could do was stare and appreciate what stood before him. The clearing of a throat drew him out of his perusal and he shook his head.

“It’s okay guys, you can go. The pink dragon won’t eat me,” he joked. Isadora blew out a puff of smoke. A pale pink mist floated up into the air and everyone stilled. She’s riled up. He sighed and waved a hand. “Go, guys. It’s okay, really.”

His officers looked at each other and then turned on their heels and left. As soon as the door shut behind, them, he realized he was trapped with the object of his lust and fantasies. His heart rate increased as breathing became a chore. Heat flooded his body and his wolf stood up and noticed that the female it wanted to mate with was standing before it. His tail wagged animatedly and his mouth hung open. Don’t do anything stupid, Torger warned his animal. The wolf tilted its head to the side as if to say, Who? Me? Torger almost rolled his eyes but did nothing to indicate the internal dialogue he had going on. Isadora would notice. Blowing out another breath he focused on calming his body. It was bad enough that his blood had started to head south and his cock was semi-hard. Tingles had started at his toes and worked its way up his legs. Have to regain focus.

“Isy,” he greeted.

She glared at him. “Isadora,” she corrected him.

He shrugged. “Isy, what do you want?”

Her jaw clenched and her nostrils flared. Slim lines of smokes trailed out of her nose. “Careful wolf. I eat people like you for breakfast,” she warned. Her voice had gone from soft and sweet to smoky and dangerous.

A shiver raced down his spine. He fought the urge to let it show. Wolves were fodder for dragons. He’d never seen Isadora change but didn’t doubt that the pink dragon would be huge and far too much to handle.

“Fine. We’ve established that a dragon would win the pissing contest. Doesn’t tell me what you’re doing here. You said you had news.” He leaned back in his chair and studied her. Her shoulders slid down and her posture relaxed. Dark circles marred perfect mocha skin under her eyes. Her full lips thinned. The soft lure of her perfume was mixed with sweat and the slight tinge of stress. Torger’s senses became alert. His wolf let out a soft warning growl. His mate, the woman he had his eye on to be with wasn’t taking care of herself. With a new awareness, he eyed her figure which seemed to be smaller. The dress may have hugged her curves but her waist had shrunk enough for him to notice. Her dark brown eyes didn’t have the usual sparkle. Her perfectly coifed hair, streaked with pink highlights looked dry, not as soft and lacked shine. He clenched his jaw and said nothing but he knew one thing, if he were taking care of her she would be well loved and relaxed. She’d also never leave his bed.

“I just got a report that the Council has issued a statement contradicting Draven’s, saying that you don’t have things under control and there’s another victim you’re hiding from the public. But my sources tell me that that’s a load of hogwash.” Without invitation she sank into the visitor’s chair in front of his desk. “Torger, my sources in the Council are telling me that Drew Marten is chomping at the bit to enforce quarantine for the town.”

She looked up, worry in her gaze. “People are emailing me, demanding answers. I don’t know what to tell them, Torger. The citizens are ready to fight for their town but they’re scared. If the Council does enforce a shutdown of the borders, we won’t know what to do. I need something to say to them. A word from the Alpha of all packs could go a long way. I need you to give me something, anything.”

Her voice had lost its rough tone. Now she was back to her old self, only worn down and tired. He stood up. Ignoring every instinct screaming in his mind to not do what could rebound on him, Torger made his way around his desk and went to her. Crouching down, he settled next to her. He reached out and cupped her hand, stroking his thumb over the silken skin. “You can tell people this; I’m going to do everything in my power, even if I have to give my life, to catch the sonofabitch who’s doing this. We won’t have to shut our borders.”

Isy’s eyes widened. Fear now tinged her perfume. “Torger—Don’t do something stupid.”

He reached up and brushed back her hair. It was softer than it looked. “Why, Isy? Are you worried about me?”

Grinning, he watched emotions dance across her face. She licked her lips, then shook her head and snatched her hand back. “Don’t think you can treat me nicely in private and then be rude in public.”

“Answer the question.”

Her teeth came out to scrape her bottom lip. He groaned inwardly, watching straight white teeth dig into plump, pink flesh. The air around them became thick. Everything narrowed down to him and her. There was no serial killer. No stress. No work. Her job didn’t matter and right now he wasn’t the chief of Police for Draven’s Crossing. She wasn’t a pink dragon shifter. He wasn’t an Alpha werewolf of the packs. Soft scents drifted past his nose. He wasn’t sure what the aroma was but it soothed him. His wolf lay down, head resting on its front paws. Rising up next to her, he brought his face closer to hers. Her warm breath ghosted across his lips. The skin tingled. He flicked out his tongue hoping to catch some of her taste on his mouth. She dipped her head to bring her face closer. Their lips were only millimeters apart. He wanted to close the distance so badly. His muscles strained with the effort to stay still. Her eyes widened and her scent shifted to something sharp.

“Damn it. I’m not doing this now.” She stood up so quickly the chair rocked then wobbled back in place. “I have to go.”

Before he could stop her, she rushed to the door, jerked it open and rushed out. He gritted his teeth and let his head fall forward until his chin touched his chest. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s not ready yet.” With a sigh, he rose up and made his way to his desk. After sitting behind his desk, he unlocked his bottom drawer and pulled it open. Shifting through the pile of books, he read the titles and chose a dark, urban fantasy, romance.

“At least I have my books,” he sighed. His phone rang and he put the book away. “Great, duty calls.”

As he shut the drawer, he prayed that this wasn’t a call informing him of another body.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Jianne Carlo: Lucky In Red

Early this summer Passions in Print, a division of Man Love Romance, asked my friend and fellow author, Lynn Lorenz, to do an anthology for their new heterosexual-focused line. Lynn and I began our careers together around the same time a couple of years ago with the same editor, Georgia Woods.

We’d often spoken of doing a Viking story together, so when Lynn approached me for this anthology, I jumped at the chance. And when she told me that Belinda McBride was on board, I was thrilled, having recently met and bonded with Belinda at the EPIC awards in February.

I’m amazed at how easily Lucky in Red came together.

We had one brainstorming Skype session where we decided on our heroes - the Lobos brothers, the premise - stained red dresses, and the location - Sleeping Dog, Texas (thank you Lynn J).

After that, we each wrote a first paragraph, exchanged stories, and that was it. We wrote our tales independently, and lo behold, at the end of the day we had one discrepancy – I had an acrylic counter, and the others had stainless steel.

Isn’t that incredible?

I feel like pinching myself. Never did I imagine an anthology could be so easy. And we had such a blast doing this too. Of course, I’m all up for the three of us doing another one.

Like Lynn and Belinda, I, too, love writing about wolves. Their fierce loyalty to their mates and cubs, the delicious alpha qualities of a male wolf, the to-the-death maternal protectiveness of the females, all these qualities are so appealing for a romance novel.

A few fascinating sub-characters show up in Lucky in Red.

Carnation Rosa, an older woman, who earns her nickname by decapitating the heads of two dozen carnations each year at the county fair: her sidekick, Cleo, who’s addicted to the cactus-wine made by the town’s pastor and his wife, and a wolf-hating sheriff who’s trying to repeal the ban on hunting introduced by the Lobos brothers. Not to mention the mischievous devil of a ring bearer who wreaks havoc with a handful of marbles as the bridesmaids at a wedding advance up the aisle.

Lucky in Red is sexy, funny, and fast-paced and we all hope you enjoy reading the three stories!



Friday, October 22, 2010

Moon Myths and Moon Cake: Lena Austin

What is the best-known myth about the full moon? That it triggers a werewolf’s transformation of course. However, that’s not the only moon myth out there, back in day people believed all sorts of strange things about the moon. Let’s explore some of those other moon superstitions.

  • One of the oldest moon myths is that if you stare at the moon for too long you’ll become a lunatic and every full moon thereafter will send you into fits of insanity.
  • In some ancient cultures, young girls were warned against sleeping in the moonlight, lest they become “moonstruck” and attract monsters.
  • Some believe that moonlight shining into one’s bedroom will bring bad luck. It is said that if you greet the moon with a polite curtsy or bow it will ward off the ill luck, and you may even be granted a wish.
  • Another well-known belief is that witches and sorcerers will “draw down the moon” to use its power for their spells. This has remained a part of Wiccan tradition even today, and modern witches still Draw Down the Moon. Sadly, I as a Wiccan have never dropped down on all fours and started howling.
  • It was believed the waxing of a new moon it the best time for lovers to divine their future, the best time to begin a new journey or business venture, and the best time for farmers to plant their crops (except runner beans, which are sown at the wane). This is also the best time to hold wedding and to have a baby. That’s not all though – livestock slaughtered when the moon is waxing is said to give better meat.
  • Bowing to the new moon and turning over silver coins in your pocket was believed to double the amount of money by the end of the next cycle.
  • If in company, the first person to see the new moon should kiss one of their companions right away, for if they do so they may expect a gift in the near future. But! The new moon should not be seen for the first time through glass (eye glasses are ok) or through the branches of a tree – for this is a bad omen. The best way to see it is in the open air via a glance over the right shoulder (in which case a wish may be made).
  • Pointing at the moon was believed to insult the man in the moon, and if you did point you would be banned from heaven.
  • To see visions of your future lover, say this to the first full moon of the year, “All hail to thee, moon, all hail to thee, I prithee kind moon, reveal to me, Him/Her who is my life partner to be.” If all goes well you will see your future love in your dreams.
  • In ancient times, Chinese people believed that there were twelve Moons as there were twelve months in one year. It was believed that the Moons were made of water. The name "mother of moons" is associated with that of Heng-o.
  • The Full Moon in January is called the Wolf Moon. It is named after the hungry packs of wolves that howled at night. The Algonquian tribes of Native Americans had many different names for the Full Moon through the year, reflecting their connection with nature and the seasons, hunting, fishing, and farming.

How to Make Moon Cakes

Moon Cake

"A cake-like crust topped with a creamy vanilla, cream cheese pudding and smothered in whipped topping with just a hint of chocolate syrup. Served cold."


1 cup water

½ cup margarine

1 cup all-purpose flour

4 eggs

1 3.4 oz packages instant vanilla pudding mix

3 cups milk

1 8-oz package cream cheese

1 8-oz container frozen whipped topping, thawed

¼ cup chocolate syrup



Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C) and lightly grease a jelly roll pan.


In a large saucepan, bring water and margarine to a boil. Remove from heat, and mix in flour with electric mixer. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each. Spread evenly in prepared pan .


Bake at 400 degrees F (200 degrees C) for 20 to 25 minutes. Set aside to cool completely


In large bowl, combine pudding mix, milk and cream cheese. Mix with electric mixer until smooth. Spread evenly over cooled crust. Top with whipped topping and drizzle with chocolate syrup. Chill in refrigerator and serve cold.