Saturday, February 23, 2013

How I Ménage

Yeah…I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering, how in the world do I handle all those darn pronouns? All the hes and shes and putting what arm where and a leg there or maybe two arms can get quite daunting. The mishmash can get confusing on who is where and what is going on.  Well, the answer is simple, well not really, but you just have to write through the scene using more names and making sure you don’t get lost as to which character is doing what. But that is not really the issue I’m talking about.

Every author is different as to how much sex they put into their novels.  Me, I try to have my heroine be with each character once. Then, towards the end of the book, have them come together as a threesome. I don’t necessarily think they should be jumping one another’s bones as a three some in the beginning of the book. Granted this is depends on how long the book is going to be so it can be tricky, but I try to work with it.

I’ve been asked why I don’t write more sex into a book and sometimes it isn’t necessary.  But hey that is just how I do it and others are more adventurous than me, but that is how I ménage. Some people have asked me if it is even a ménage if there is only one scene where the characters are together. Of course it is cause they’re together at least that is how I see it.

So what does this come down to? Well it means that I can’t please everyone when it comes to writing sexy books. I do my best and write what I think is feasible. And I hope that everyone enjoys it in the end.

That is how I ménage.

So go check out my latest Menage- Awakening The Wolf out with Amira press.
You know you want to.



Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Haunted Head - A Poem

 Hi Everyone,

So I don't write poetry much.

Okay, I haven't tried my hand at it for years. But this has been kicking around my head and I decided to write it down to see where it led.

I wanted to share it and hopefully it isn't too bad. :)

Meandering the windy paths of my mind,
The words are hard to find.
Traversing Darkness, I uncover the beast, and yet,
It cannot be tamed.

Rescue is futile. I’m already lost –
Chasing nightmares twisted into brambled labyrinths that my feet are set upon.

The further I go, the longer the shadows become, full of monsters, half-thought creations, never come to full fruition.
They stalk me, haunt me,
scream their desires until I am left drowning.

The road ahead leads to a tunnel, but there is no light at the end.
Never will it end this twisted cacophony of words that have become music to be devoured by my so called muses.
They pull me forward on this alleged thoroughfare, trapped me with their whimsical charm until I am bound, tortured, forced to do their whim.

Locked at a desk, pen molded to my fingers.
They deceive with pretty words, but I know the truth from what pours out of their warped maws.
Only I -
begging for release that will never come.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Guest Post: Elise Hepner- Furious Lust

Hi Everyone,

Today we have a special treat with author Elise Hepner sharing her latest work with us called Furious Lust. Now this is an awesome and sexy, thrilling erotica novel. *Fans Self* if you love mythology and hotness, then you are going to devour this book. Check it out!

One mistake can change a life—let alone an eternity.

Tisiphone’s a revenge demon working for Hades in the Underworld torturing damned souls. When she escapes for three days under the sun with a human male, her leash is pulled tight. Tisiphone’s banished from the Underworld to Earth and stripped of her demonic powers. But that’s not what drives her horrendous nightmares.

Cithaeron’s human life was dedicated to revenge, until a demon walked into it. The wickedly intense, sensually destructive Tisiphone takes over his life with probing questions and haunting caresses. It’s over in a blink. After centuries of torture in Limbo, Hades brings him back for a judgment call that could change their intertwined lives—dead or alive.

Their future is in their past. Their lust can burn each other to the ground. But they’ve got to learn to work together or they’ll both go to Hell for good.

He moved me with confidence, our hips rolling from side to side while his breath eased across my neck. His clean cheek lightly brushed mine. Before I’d found any composure goose bumps dotted my arms and I sensed the curve of his lips against my ear. We worked as one to the techno rhythm that replicated the beat of my heart—my pulse plunged into a rather embarrassing quickness.

Through my leather skirt his warmth soaked into my flesh radiating body heat upward through my breasts. My nipples pebbled with sexual awareness, my belly twisting into a labyrinth of knots. His body was tightly pressed against my lower back so there was no question as to whether or not he was enjoying our dance. As his fingers guided the swing of my hips, for once, I’ll admit, I was captivated. While I wasted no time reaching behind me tracing up his arms, shoulders, and chest with my hands.

There was a certain seductive slowness that set him apart from my usual partners. He didn’t lack confidence. Much could be gathered from the way a man danced with a woman and my body wasn’t lying to me. I’d learned to trust my instincts. My partner was special.

His fingers slipped beneath my clingy, vinyl tank top playing along my ribs. When his hands tightened along my naked flesh our flirtation deepened into a more serious encounter. Despite his hold, I couldn’t avoid savoring his warmth. My first touch of cleansing fire, a comfort, and the key to my arousal. My fingers eased through his soft hair tangling in the strands at the nape of his neck. For the briefest of moments, I entertained the fact that he might go further, cupping my breasts and brushing his calloused thumbs across my tingling nipples.

But his hands squeezed tighter along my waist, though we moved as if nothing had changed between us. Would it be wrong to admit I enjoyed this edge? Whatever the game was between us. Even the subtle brush of my stockings against my inner thighs left me wide-eyed and wet between my legs. We were playing with fire.

His possessive, too hard touch promised an outcome I couldn’t fathom. A jolt of fear prickled beneath my skin. Though I faltered in my steps, the stranger only pressed harder against my hips with his chin casually resting on the top of my head. He never missed a beat, while I was shivering in his embrace.

My throat was constricted to a knot while my instincts shot off sparks inside my body. Yet, I was drawn to him. I moaned when his rough, long fingers slipped down beneath the top of my skirt idly following an outline of the waistband across my stomach—and lower. There was no going back now. Beneath the scent of sweat and alcohol that permeated the club, a familiar charred wood-smoke scent lingered on my clothing.


It was only a moment before I completely understood my situation, with a jolt that sent my mind reeling. My weak-kneed acceptance was replaced with ironclad knowledge of the man at my back. His almost unbearable heat lingered inside me. The scent of the Underworld clung to the strands of hair across my face. His unwavering grip. But perhaps, for a second—if I could take some more time to think—

Unable to fully process, automatically my arms dropped from around his neck and my hands clenched into fists. Realization left me cold and aching. Without knowing who I was facing, without my powers, it would be foolish to spin on him and attack. But my need to vent my rage left me seething. One of the most sexual moments of my existence in recent history had been dashed.

Whoever he was, he was working for them—the Underworld.

He’d stopped dancing against me and his breath against the nape of my neck spun me deeper into a confusing hole. It cannot be so. But when I broke our contact from hips to head glancing down the smooth line of my body—Apollo’s balls, I knew those fingers as if they were my own. Could I bring myself to turn around? To look him in the eye?

“Tisiphone,” he murmured low and cool against the lip of my ear.

I saw his face as if it wasn’t dark in the nightclub—as if my past was yesterday. His low, pleased voice triggered a darkness inside me that I was afraid to acknowledge. His fingers pinched into mine as I tried to pry his hands off me, until I softly cried out. But he let me go, letting me know with his continued presence at my back that he would have kept me there if he wanted to.

There would never be enough space between us—this wasn’t real.

I turned until I’d locked eyes with his pale gray irises—but they weren’t gray anymore—and not because of the harsh dancehall lighting. While I searched inside his shining coal black eyes, I sensed the trace of brimstone magic within him. His tongue casually flicked across his lips. An unreadable expression, even with neon lights spinning and whirling across him.

If he were truly of my old world, his skin would be shiny as an oil slick—black with dappled rainbows beneath the chaotic light play. In the night he’d be purely human in appearance until any ray of light caught his flesh. But there was nothing. Nothing that was recognizable but tan, human flesh like mine.

What have they made him? What have they done? Brimstone. Black eyes. No pulse. But looked human. His heat—the undeniable heat of those from the Underworld because though creatures there have no need to breathe or bleed, the temperature at the Earth’s core isn’t anything to trifle with on a whim. He carried the depth of heat that my kind engineered as a defense mechanism to live in the Underworld.

That was my answer. I couldn’t deny it any longer. I knew—gods, I wished I didn’t. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Not even a man who had unknowingly condemned me to live a life far from my sister’s for hundreds of years.


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Friday, February 1, 2013

Where did January Go?

Where did January go? Oh right, it went by in a cold whoosh with a promise of snow that only developed into an ice storm that closed down schools early and resulted in a not so fantastic storm, at least in my area. But besides the weather, I had my nose stuck in writing a book. Well two actually.

I finished writing the second book in the Two-Natured series called Awakening the Lion, editing that, and sent it into the publisher. Then when my brain was not Swiss cheesed anymore, I started working on an angel/vampire book that is the second in series I'm working on. Plus pecked out my part of a joint venture I am working on with another other. And ended up doing edits for Awakening the Wolf as well.

Meanwhile I was doing this, hubby had bronchitis that lasted three weeks and is finally over. So he is healthy and we can move on into February.

Plans for this month are to:

1.Finish angel/vampire book and start on the third one which is about an angel of death and a gargoyle shape shifter

2.Start on third book in Two-Natured series

3.Work on outlines for two more horror novels in a new series I've got.

4.Try and stay sane.

If I can do that, then I'll resurface in a month and let you know.

I plan to go see Beautiful Creatures when it comes to the theater. And I've discovered a great band called In This Moment. They are new to me and I'm hooked.

Recently watched a movie called The Tunnel and it was pretty decent. I would recommend a watch. The same with Apartment 143.

Okay....Igor, one of the muses, is closing the castle door and locking me back in. At least until nightfall when I get to go free. I would say help me, but there's no point. I'm beyond the point of no return.