Monday, December 19, 2011

Christmas Blog Hop Contest - Winner

Thanks to everyone who left a comment for the Christmas Blog Hop Contest.

It was much appreciated and all the comments were wonderful.

Drum Roll Please....

And the winner of Hell's Gate Santino & Draig is:


Thank you all again for participating in the blog hop.

With all the great comments I received on the short I am certainly going to expand it into something longer.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Christmas Blog Hop Contest

Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa comes down the chimney to deliver presents and place them under the tree. And where Santa gets a gift of milk and cookies so do you.

This contest is quick and easy.  Just leave a comment on the below snippet and let me know what you think. Please leave your name and email address. Prizes are the first two books in pdf format of my Hell's Gate Series.

There was a knock on the door echoing through my apartment. My eyes glanced at the DVD player and I sighed debating if I wanted to press play or answer the door. Guess which one I chose? Yes, I opened the door and there was Dante in tight black jeans and a red T-shit. He took my breath away as his dark hair was swept up in a ponytail and his dark eyes sparkled.  He looked up at me and held my gaze and produced a single purple rose. It was the most thoughtful thing. I took it and nicked my thumb so that a bubble of blood came up and before I could clean it Dante snatched it up and sucked on it. The look on his face was pure ecstasy. He looked up at me, smiled, and ran his tongue over the flesh and yeah it was weird, but it was also the sexiest thing I ever had done to me.
            Without another word, he pulled me to him and locked me in a deep throat kiss. Finally he pulled away leaving me breathless. “Wow. What prompted that?”
            He came in, locked the door behind him, and led me to the couch. His hands slid over my shirt searching for a way to get under it. I nearly fell into his embrace, but decided that the evil flying monkeys were gnawing at my conscious. Something about this was all wrong. “Dante. This is great and all, but what the hell did you want to tell me. I get the feeling that your mother is not dying. So fess up.”
            He laughed richly reminded me of dark chocolate rubbing over silk, sweet and soft, but it would still go to my thighs. “You’re very perceptive or I’m losing my touch.”
            “Let’s go with I’m perceptive. Now what gives? You run off on me, break my heart and then come crawling back lying about a dying mother. So what’s up?”
            “Okay, so you got me. I lied about my mother, but there’s something that I wanted to tell you. Show you.”
            I leaned in close and kissed him lightly and he kissed me harder. I fell over onto him and ran my tongue across his lips. As I did, I felt something sharp. I pulled away quickly and came back tasting blood. Dante just looked at me and smiled seductively.
            “That was what I wanted to talk to you about. You see. I’m a vampire. I fell for you hard and I wanted to be sure about you. And I think I am.”
            I stared at him and laughter bubbled up. We were certainly not in Kansas anymore. “So you’re a vampire.”
            Anger crossed Dante’s face. “Madison I’m serious. More than you know. I hoped that it wouldn’t come down to this, but—” He pulled back his lips into a snarl and I saw his fangs growing and he struck, biting into my neck. The pain was so abrupt that it hit me quickly and took me a moment to react and then the pleasure of his mouth on my neck. Okay, this guy was for real. No normal human being could make teeth grow like that and then move so quickly. Hmmm..the twister had picked up my house and landed me on top of the wicked witch herself. Finally, I came to my senses and started beating him on the chest to get him off of me. Not that I wanted him to stop, but a girl has to talk.
            Dante moved back and I saw the smear on his lips and on his teeth as he preened the vestiges with his tongue. “Okay, I believe you. So what? You going to make me into a vampire or what?”
            He just looked at me as if I had shot him. “You know, Madison. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I thought. I don’t know what I thought.” He looked as if he had come to some horrid realization. He bleached out like stone and I was a statue that he didn’t see. He moved toward the door and I looked at him puzzled and moved in front of him before he could get to the door.
            “Whoa, you come over here, tell me you’re a vampire, and now you’re just leaving. What the hell?”
            He signed and stared me straight in the eyes. “Honestly, you’re just not my type.”
            He pushed me out of the way and in an instant he was gone evaporating into mist. I was left open mouthed, gaping at where he had gone. I turned on my heel and went back to the freezer, still in disbelief. I pulled out my last pint of ice cream and took out a spoon. I was more in shock as I opened up the pint and picked up the phone. But I hung it back up and knew that Chris would never believe me. Damn, it was just my luck.
            Boyfriends sucked. Literally, it seemed.
            I flicked the DVD on and even before the Technicolor cornfields came on, I decided to switch out the disc and put in a vampire movie that I had bought on a whim. Yeah, it was definitely time to find a new movie. No more trips over the rainbow for me.
             From now on, I was sticking with my girlfriends.

Hope you have enjoyed this. It's a short I'm thinking about expanding. 
Happy Holidays

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Oh Christmas Tree

Blog by Drea Becraft

Tis the season…yep the Christmas season.

I have most of my outside family already bought for but my children only a few things so far.  I am so looking forward to seeing all the faces of my loved ones as they open their gifts.

I am a real fake tree lover.  I have had a few come and go but most last at least a few Christmases before they bite the dust.  I love the smell of live trees but not the fuss of them when its just as easy to put up a tree and take it down and be done with it. 

Now some homes have the white tree.  While I think they are pretty I am afraid one will never grace my home.  I like the tradition of the green against the multi colored lights and many ornaments to much to change that.

So what about you what kind of tree is your favorite?

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Also I have a Free Read (My Wish For Christmas Is You):

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Aimee’s life changed one night, not long ago, when she staked a vampire to save another. Still reeling from that life changing night, Aimee decides to go home with Brenda, her best friend, for the holidays. She never expected Brenda’s brother, who comes off more like the Grinch then Santa, to have so many saint like qualities. Years spent alone, with no family or friends, plays heavy on her mind but Nic could possible be the one who changes it all.

has always been a sore spot for Nicolai. He’s the real saint Nic, but society has him all wrong. He’s no saint. In truth, he’s a vampire. Over the centuries, Nic has spent the holidays fighting off the ridicule from his younger brother and giving to those less fortune, not seeing his own worth. Until one mortal, brought home by his sister Brenda, changes the holiday and his outlook on life for eternity.

Is it possible that Nic has finally found his Mrs. Clause? When worlds meld, can Aimee find the happy ever after she once asked Santa for so many years ago, or is she doomed to spend forever lonely on Christmas?


With a flick of his hand, the lights next to the bed turned on as did a few lamps across the room. Once my eyes adjusted, I got a better look at the amount of presents. Hundreds, littered the room. The only space not filled was around the bed and a path to two doors in opposite directions. Red, green, and golds splattered the room in a festive show of color.

“You really are Saint Nic.” Astonished I tried desperately to keep my mouth closed.

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” Turning away from the presents I turned my gaze to Nic’s in question.

“Because I’m nowhere near a saint.” Brows furrowing Nic stared intently at the computer screen.

“Then how did you get the name?”

“That would be Jaysen’s doing. One day, not to long after I started giving the gifts, we got into an argument. I don’t remember most of what was said, after all, it was quite a while ago, but I do remember the comment was rather snide. To this day neither of us knows how it ended up outside our argument, but it still reminds me of that comment. Besides saints are deemed so because of the greatness they do for mankind all I do is give a few toys to some kids.”

Moved by the noticeable hurt in his eyes, a relentless knot twisted in my stomach. Though I still didn’t know him, the connection between us grew with each passing moment.

Whether it was hormones or the fact that we were supposed to be mates, I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stand to see him sad.

I scooted out of the bed and made my way to him, wrapping paper shuffling under my feet. Then, as if it were the most natural thing to do, I lowered myself into his lap and hugged him close. “To those kids you are the world.”

“That’s why I do it every year. Though not in the grand scale that everyone thinks. I try to help at least a few orphanages and hospitals each year.”

“See, you are a saint. Every year you create the biggest rush of hope and joy to the children across the world. Though you can‘t help them all, the small sacrifices you have made over the centuries have helped to shape our world and helps friends and families learn the true meaning of giving. Without you there would be no hope of a perfect
Christmas. If that isn‘t the act of a saint, I don‘t know what is.”

With a grunt in my ear, Nic’s arms tightened around me as he buried his head in the hair between my shoulder blade and ear.

Pulling away slightly, I raised my hands and held of each side of his head. My fingers ran though the silken strands of his hair using that leverage I brought his head up until our eyes met. Leaning down I kissed his full lips with a slight brush of mine.

You are the best mate anyone could ask for. Speaking while our mouths were still fused, Nic sipped from my lips slowly.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Guest Blogger & Give Away - Dawne Prochilo

His Holiday Seduction Give-Away

The holidays are right around the corner...and you know what that means. It's time for holiday romance...magical stories of love... romantic moments under the mistletoe and my first ever holiday release novella, His Holiday Seduction.

The holiday season was not going to be “Holly-Jolly” if Dani McPherson had her way. She needed time alone, away from the library…away from men…away from the memory of her broken engagement…with Chad. Hunter Nielsen had his eye on his sexy neighbor for quite some time, although she never seemed to acknowledge his very existence. But now Hunter had a plan, to capture Dani’s heart, it was all part of His Holiday Seduction.

To win a free pdf copy of His Holiday Seduction, tell me what your favorite holiday memory is. Whether it was a favorite a child OR adult. Your favorite food grandma used to cook. Or even a sweet moment that lives on in your heart. 

Dawne currently has six erotic and contemporary romance books out. In the fall of 2011, a short erotic F/F/M will be released in an anthology with Romance Divine and her seventh book, His Holiday Seduction, an erotic M/F, will be released in October 2011 also with Romance Divine. Her ninth novella Insatiable Kate released on October 3. Her first novel, On Her Own, is being re-released with Secret Cravings Publishing in November and she's under contract with Ravenous Romance for an early 2012 release of her eleventh novel. 

She's the Promotion Director for a publisher, she's a freelance writer for a newspaper, writes web content and is the administrative editor of the WM Connection Freelance Writers website and a contributing editor for the WM Connection Review. She writes relationship articles for, and associated press. She's also a reviewer for Eden Fantasy products and writes for their sister website, Eden Cafe. She does book reviews for Coffee and Romance Times, Simply Erotic Reviews and Sexy Reads.

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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday: WIP: The Dragon & His Houseboy

Barro is a wealthy dragon shifter and Saeran is the man with whom he has spent the night. For some strange reason, Barro finds Saeran intriguing and makes him an offer he can't refuse.

Barro’s hand dipped between Saeran’s legs and stroked his cock. He bucked forward expecting more of the man’s touch. It only lasted a minute before he cried out when the other man withdrew his fingers. “Something like that. I’m sure we can come to a certain arrangement. I can make it well worth your while.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Sneak Peek: Hell's Gate: Draig-

Here is a sneak peek of Hell's Gate: Draig that comes out next Wednesday with Purple Sword Publications.  Hope you all enjoy.


Lila has been tending bar for five years at Hell's Gate. She is content with her life. However, when Draig walks into the club her world is thrown asunder. There is something about the exotic man that haunts her. She watches him night after night tie up women and can't help but feel jealous. Draig tries to ignore her, but he can't get her out of his mind. The only thing he knows to do is push her away.

Until the one night she finally confronts him and gives him a piece of her mind. Draig tries to keep her out, but he realizes Lila is something special. If he keeps her out, then his one chance of freedom will fly away.

Lila let her eyes rove over Draig’s gorgeous body. Black leather pants encased well muscled calves, strong thighs, and a perfectly shaped butt. A yearning to touch his ass burned through her, but she resisted when the pain pounded on her temples again. Or maybe it was her good sense hammering away to warn her that one night stands were not a good thing. She’d had enough of waking up in someone else’s bed only to have them dismiss her in the morning. Besides, it was a bad idea to get involved with any of her coworkers. She had found that out first hand when she had first worked there, dating a bartender who had tended bar with her, but he turned out to be an ass. He slept with her then told the staff what a horrible lay she was. She swore she’d never make that mistake again. Leah had fired him that next night when his comments reached her ears.
Draig’s back muscles rippled when he stood and dragged a hand across his forehead to wipe the beads of sweat from his brow. Etched over his spine was a full blown dragon, wings outstretched. When he moved it, appeared the wings were flapping. It was inked in blue and silver hue. The work was so detailed she could make out the minute scales along its feet right before they turned into dangerous claws. Whoever had done the skin masterpiece was truly an artist. She wondered where else he might have some tattoos.
Draig turned. Her cheeks burned from being caught staring. She quickly averted her eyes and pressed the cloth to her head. The coldness eased some of the pain. But she figured she would have one hell of a lump in the morning. Getting whacked on the head twice in a one night wasn’t typical. Lila barely ever dropped a bottle of beer. Tonight two of them had slipped from her grasp. Leah wouldn’t dock her for the inventory, but she wouldn’t be happy if she knew.
“All put up. Is there anything else you need stocked?” he asked her.
“No. Thanks for the help. Just gotta go home.” She slid off the stool.
Once her feet hit the floor, she stumbled again. The world spun a little. She put her hands out to catch herself, but instead found herself against his chest. His arms wrapped around her and clasped her back. Her breasts barely touched his chest. Her head came just under his chin. She inhaled and smelled his pure masculine scent mixed with a fruity aroma that must have been the soap he used. Lila laid a hand on his flesh to steady herself. Her entire being flushed with heat from the close contact. An overwhelming urge to fan herself hit her, but she didn’t want to tear her hand away from his solid form. It seemed she was glued to this perfect stranger. Whatever magnetism drew her to him it was the strongest she had ever felt with a man.
Draig peered into her eyes. Flames ignited in his green ones. A gasp formed on her lips, watching his eyes glow. Before Lila could utter a sound, he claimed her mouth, his full lips covered hers. Her head said she should shove him away. They shouldn’t be kissing because it would only bring trouble. But before she could grasp onto that, the world fell away. She was floating and nothing could bring her feet to solid ground again. Her body temperature spiked. Just the pleasure his lips brought to her was unlike anything she had experienced before. He cupped her face lightly, barely even holding her. Lila craved for him do more, to lift her onto the bar, hike her skirt up, and plunge his cock inside of her.
The bliss he elicited speared directly between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together just to remind herself that she was still alive and hadn’t ascended to heaven. Draig slowly sucked on her bottom lip before releasing it. He then brushed his tongue across her lips. Lila let out a small moan. He made no move to bring her closer. The heat of his body blasted against her. She drew in a few breaths to anchor herself back in her body. Frozen to her spot, the shock of the kiss hadn’t worn off yet. Lila leaned up on tiptoe to return the kiss with the hunger growing inside of her. Before she could, he pulled away.