Thursday, 14 May 2015

The Power of the Fairy Tale


Growing up before Disney had taken over our lives, I was exposed to the classic fairy tales. I read several of them, and I think we were read them at school. My favourite was always Cinderella. I liked the idea of a girl rising above her difficulties and becoming a princess. I hated how unfairly she was treated, but also how magic and her own determination mixed with her humble goodness, enabled her to become the prince's love. I think I was also a romantic in those days.

Sleeping Beauty troubled me a bit, but I remember having one of the those golden spine books of the story. The book was filled with beautiful colour illustrations, and the one of sleeping beauty lying on the bed fast asleep with her hair cascading down the side of the bed enamoured me. She looked so beautiful. I used to try to pose as her in my room, pretending to be the heroine in the story.

Even as a kid, I was fascinated with stories and specifically romance. I used to walk all over the place because I grew up with a single working father and had to find my own way around the neighbourhood. While I walked, I thought up stories in my head. Many times, they were romances. When I played imaginary games with my friends, they usually had something to do with love.

I think that's what draws many people to the classic fairy tales. Most of them have a happy ending where a prince and princess find each other. Yes, many of the Grimm's originals are much darker, but they hold promise of a bright future. They show us the ability of ordinary characters rising above almost impossible circumstances.

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.”
―G.K. Chesterton

When Decadent Publishing said they were starting a fairy tale line, I was instantly hooked (no pun intended.) The first fairy tale they assigned to me was The Frog Prince and Iron Henry. It seemed like a daunting task, but also promised many opportunities for romance. So, I wrote Her Real-life Hero. It was one of my first erotic romances and needed a lot of revisions, beta reads, edits. It's on the final stages of editing and should be released shortly. Here's the cover which you may have seen me show off already:


Blurb of Her Real-life Hero

When Joanie buys an antique bureau to inspire her writing, the hero in her book comes to life after she promises him he can live with her. Outraged to be stuck with a man in her home when all she wants is to revel in her new-found freedom, Joanie tries her best to get rid of Theo. The magic of the bureau and Theo have other plans. Joanie resists Theo’s magnetic sex appeal, but the more she resists, the more she succumbs.



Unable to resist the temptation, I asked for a second fairy tale and was assigned The Dryad. The story had no romance in it - well the original didn't, but I managed to adapt it to tell the story of Lina, the tree sage who met Brad, the rally driver. An unlikely pair who are brought together by duty more than love fight their own dragons. And there are many of them. I loved writing this story.

Here's the cover and link for the book.


Blurb of The Century Sage:

Lina is a tree sage, a gifted person who heals trees, but her duty binds her to one place for her whole life until she marries. Tree sages must marry and birth a daughter by twenty-eight, even if true love is out of the picture. When hot rally winner Brad meets her, he is drawn to her mystical powers. Lina can’t resist the man who represents something she shouldn’t go for, but neither can she turn away his sexy touch. Brad offers to marry her and take her on a world-wide rally tour. She can fulfill her dream of traveling, and he provides a way to meet the demands of her breed, but will that be enough? What about love?

When Lina settles in Paris, loneliness and unfulfilled expectations threaten to pull the shaky relationship apart. Could the barriers between them be caused by an evil greater than they imagined? Soon, they will have to fight for Paris, but will they survive?



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Friday, 8 May 2015

April Vine - Spotlight on Reclaimed by her Master

Today, I have my beloved writer friend and erotic romance idol. April knows how to write hot and she's helped me so much with writing spicier. She's beta read many of my books and does an amazing job with them. Her books are hot yet so touching! I love that she doesn't scrimp on the emotion. Her sex scenes are amazing. Anyway, she's had a book come out with Lyrical Press called Reclaimed by Her Master. Doesn't it have a stunning cover?


Blurb:

He’ll catch her in the act—and never let her go.

No one breaches the defenses of billionaire Dom Stephen Black—until Aria Swift does just that, stealing a priceless painting from his collection—along with his heart. But two can play that game, and soon a treasured necklace that belonged to Aria’s late mother ends up in Stephen’s skilled, waiting hands—along with a dare to retrieve it…

Eight years later, Aria is ready to put closure on her infamous past by meeting Stephen’s challenge. And suddenly, she’s caught in his trap…

There’s only one way to master a woman like Aria—and only one place to do it. Stephen’s luxuriously decadent Gold Room is where he’ll mete out her punishment, stroke by excruciatingly ecstatic stroke. Where Aria will submit to his every desire—and find in his touch, in his control, a frenzied yearning, and the ultimate pleasure of surrender…

Excerpt:

Standing on the inside of the Gold Room, Stephen inhaled a deep fortifying breath and relied on his mastered ability of conditioning his body to feel nothing. He barely succeeded, not when Aria stood within arm’s reach of him again. Yet the mere space separating them could easily put them universes apart.
She planned to marry someone else. The idea rocked his soul with rampant violence. Didn’t she know that even though he had the power of the whip, she had the force of will, instilling her as the true authority? If she didn’t step inside, she wouldn’t relinquish her control to him. He wanted her control with a pathetic desperation his peers would not believe, but that hadn’t diluted since the first time he found her here in his room.
He’d been twenty-four years old. He hadn’t only inherited his uncle’s vineyards and the mansion that went with it. He had inherited the Gold Room, too. Stephen’s first partner had been a seasoned submissive five years older than he. Monica taught him to measure his strength yet yield the best results for both himself and his sub. She read books to him about bondage and submission. She took him to high society game nights, where slaves were showered in diamonds, kept in glass jars, and bought by rich men from all over the world. She took him to the underbelly of the lifestyle too, deep in dangerous parts of the city where the tension reigned raw and brimming with an edge of almost violent exhilaration, where subs were kept in dark cages, behind iron bars, the only place they wanted to be.
Stephen fulfilled his need, the one that founded the base of his psychology, until he met Aria. She reached deeper than he thought possible. She touched the nucleus of his soul.


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April Vine is a nighttime erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.

She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.


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Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Pre-release Blitz - Kiru Taye's Kola

 

Title: Kola
Author: Kiru Taye
Series: An Essien Trilogy Spinoff
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic, Suspense
Release Date: June 16, 2015
Cover Model: Allan
Photography: Yuri Arcurs
Cover design: Love Bites and Silk


BLURB

When sassy heiress with a heart of gold, Tari Essien, needs a place to escape the pressures of the hounding press, she turns to Kola Banks, a deeply scarred ex-soldier who's also the Essien chief of security. Kola can't offer Tari anything more than his protection. She's family for goodness sake, even if they share no blood ties.
It’s a weekend of lessons for both of them. Together they can't avoid the explosive heat that sizzles between them, nor help pushing each others' boundaries physically as well as emotionally.
But when the weekend ends and Tari's life is in danger, Kola will put his body as well as his heart in the line of fire to keep her safe.

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TEASER

If she even sensed half of the things he wanted to do to her, she’d run a mile.
He jumped into the pool. When he came up for air, she was gone from the window. He swam a few laps before the skin on his nape prickled and he lifted his head.
Tari stood at the edge of the pool, wearing what he could only describe as a very skimpy emerald bikini set, her hourglass curves barely tamed by the scraps of fabric, her flawless caramel skin tempting him to touch and taste her.
Damn!
How was he supposed to keep his hands off her if she walked around his house with next to nothing on?


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Tuesday, 5 May 2015

The Star Princess by Jessica E. Subject - Top Ten Things and Review


THE STAR PRINCESS
A Beyond Fairytales audio book
By Jessica E. Subject
New Adult Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-61333-765-3


NOW AN AUDIOBOOK!

Narrated by Jon Filipko



In one week, Princess Ro’sa will board a spaceship, leaving her home on Minjet to be with her betrothed on Earth. The only problem is, she detests the prince’s selfish and arrogant ways, preferring to spend time with his personal aide, a man who stirs her desires in ways she never imagined possible with his radiant blue eyes and smouldering lips. And oh, the way he touches her.

Earth’s post-apocalyptic landscape offers little but the alliance offers much and a princess must do her duty, no matter the danger to her person and to her heart.


I've listened to a couple of audio books - it's a new thing for me, and I have to admit this one was my favourite so far. I can't believe I hadn't read one of Jessica's books yet. Her writing really appeals to me. It was sexy and sweet, with the perfect conflict and touch of romance. She kept the pace going well - no dragging, but enough detail to make the story so fascinating. Her writing style was easy to read and identify with. The romance was completely satisfying.

I loved the alien world she created. She has a way of creating a world without detracting from the human story. There weren't too many descriptions or details of anything insignificant, but enough to create an interest. There were plenty of fascinating twists and turns into the novella plot - unusual for a short book, and the characterisation was realistic and authentic. I have one complaint - I would have liked it to be longer, purely because I was enjoying it so much.

I also really enjoyed the narrator's style and voice.














Top Ten Songs from the Star Princess Playlist:

10. Kiss You Inside Out by Hedley
9. One Life by Hedley
8. Safe and Sound by Capital Cities
7. A Thousand Years by Christina Perri
6. Two Princes by Spin Doctors
5. What Doesn’t Kill You (Stronger) by Kelly Clarkson
4. We Found Love by Rihanna
3. To You I Belong by B*witched
2. Alien by Bush
1. Spaceman by Bif Naked


Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.


Thursday, 30 April 2015

Is There Such a Thing as a Healthy Mix of Idealism and Realism?

If you're a follower of my newsletter, you may have read these words already, so bear with me.

Being an erotic romance writer is hard sometimes. Yeah, it's fun, but oftentimes I question what I'm writing. Fiction is an escape, and I think that's why women like to read hot sex scenes because they can imagine themselves inside of them. Problem with this is it can make the reader start expecting "perfection" in their own lives. Now, not all written sex scenes are perfect, but most of them are or come pretty close. I've been struggling with this. I know that some people are more susceptible to the idealistic thinking and unable to separate reality from fiction, and I am sometimes one of those. I get moments when it's all too perfect and rather irritating.

I've been uninspired to write because of these thoughts. Therefore my short story took a long time in coming this time. But then some of my writer friends gave me some advice. Why don't I use how I feel in my writing? I thought of At Second Glance, my first erotic romance. That book has a lot of reality in it. Yes, it's an erotic romance, but the couple have struggled with sexual differences in the past. It even broke up their marriage. Some of the sex scenes are a bit fanciful, I must admit, although not overly so. But they also show how a bit of courage and chemistry can heal the wounds of the past. And coming to think of it, don't we all need an ideal to strive towards? Erotic romance shows us how things can be sometimes. (Okay, not all of them. I have read some that are just...well, really, do people do that in real life?) Like menage is one of them. I'm not discounting the reality of it, I've just never heard of it happening in real life. I'm sure it probably does, but it's rare. Yet, the amount of books that have it in them supersedes the reality.

But the hot writing also gives us fantasies and something to think about that may be exciting. I think women have been oppressed for so long sexually. Only in the last few decades, have they felt free to enjoy their sexuality. Erotic romance is a good part of us breaking free and having a voice. It's good for young women to see how a good sexual partner should be. Many of the books I read have heroes who are ideal. Yes, they may have some character flaws, but in bed, they're amazing. And shouldn't that be what we want to find in a man? So, I think it's good to set the bar high. But sprinkle in a bit of realism in the mix too so we, as women, are aware that we are human and also that the man is human too. To expect perfection from anyone is cruel and unromantic.

So, I aim to mix realism and a bit of idealism in my writing. And please know, that I don't speak for all erotic romance writers. I know some who have the ability to write hot and make us identify deeply with the main characters because they're real and true to life!

I would love to know what you think on this subject. If you have any advice or strong thoughts about what I've been contemplating, I'd love you to comment on my blog. Have I got it all wrong? Have I missed the boat somewhere? Do you agree with my thinking?

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Thursday, 23 April 2015

Sweetest Temptation Book Blitz

Sweetest Temptation by Tracey Rogers
Sweet Delights series, book 2
Available for 99cents/99pence for a limited time
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Blurb
The temperature's rising in the Sweet Delights Bakery…

Entering the most popular baking competition on TV wasn't shy bakery owner Vanessa Trent's idea. Especially as she prefers to steer clear of the media attention her famous family constantly attracts. But she desperately needs the prize money.

With his future on the line, Jake Walker vows to avoid trouble, which is difficult to do when it lands in his lap…literally. Vanessa Trent is out of bounds. He knows that. But if he can't resist her delicious cakes, how's he supposed to resist her?

Vanessa and Jake both have secrets to hide. Combine that with a vengeful ex-husband, sabotage, and throw in a little blackmail, and soon the spotlight falls on both of them. Temperatures rise, and it's chaos in the kitchen. Can they take the heat, or are they both about to get burned?

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and occasional strong language









Excerpt
Gripping the woman's wrist, Jake managed to restrain her before the weapon made impact with his head again. He shoved his upper body forward and flipped them both over.
Now this was much better. Or it would be if she'd quit squirming. Not that it was a bad sensation or anything, but he was starting to enjoy this more than the situation should allow.
With one hand free, her fingers scrabbled at the side of her. When her fingers wrapped around the torch he snatched it out of reach. He grasped her wrist and yanked both of her arms over her head, holding her captive with one much larger hand than her daintier ones.
Picking up the torch, he pointed it at the large, temple-throb causing weapon. As he read the first line on the bag he snorted in disbelief. Clearly she was a novice in the weapon department.
"A confectionery product? What the hell was that meant to be—death by chocolate?"
"God no," said the muffled, completely aghast voice from beneath her mound of hair. "I would never hit someone with chocolate."
Okay, so maybe she wasn't a threat to anyone at all. Jake released his grip a little.
"Chocolate is way too expensive to waste," she continued. "I hit you with a catering pack of marzipan."
He tightened his hold again. With her still wrestling beneath him, he decided out of fear for his man parts, it was time for some answers. Reaching out with his free hand, he brushed the silky strands from her face. She bucked beneath him like a stray cat fighting for freedom. At first he thought she was furious, but then he gazed into her green eyes and saw fear.
Although he took his work seriously—hell, sometimes caution had kept him alive—no way was he a monster. Waiting for her movements to abate he lifted his chest. In one smooth movement he traded position and surrounded her hips with his legs, trying to take away the intimate contact steering him from sound judgement, yet still stifling her leg movements with the grip of his thighs. Resting more on his knees than pressing his full weight into her, the increased gap between them gave him the perfect opportunity for another perusal of her small frame.
With her arms upstretched, her small breasts raised higher with each dragged in breath. Her shirt, trapped beneath his knees, pulled taut and had lifted to reveal her scarlet knickers and a hint of smooth, pale skin peeking above. He blinked. Maybe the glorious sight was a figment of his imagination due to his recent lack of female companionship? His gaze drew to her parted lips, open to allow the release of expended energy from her lungs. The fullness of her bottom lip was so damned tempting.
"Anytime you want to get the hell off me—please feel free."
Her sarcasm cut through his momentary lapse. One more second and he'd have been tasting her mouth.
"Tell me who you are, and why the hell you think you have a right to be on private property, and maybe I will." Just maybe.
With her fingers clenching beneath his palm, he felt the spike of her pulse at the pad of his thumb.
"Me tell you?" She blinked several times before glaring at him as though he'd just sprouted bunny ears. "I live here!"

Author Bio
Usually found with a pen in my hand, or my head in a book, I’m a contemporary romance author who also thinks fangs and wings are a very attractive accessory.
A devourer of books from an early age, imagination was my best discovery. I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still in that world and I refuse to leave.
I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around. I like nothing more than to be swept away by the words on a page. I hope I can sweep you away too.


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Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Character Interview and Spotlight for Audio Book - Rise of the Lost Prince


Rise of the Lost Prince by +London Saint James 
Series: Lost Boys,  book 1
Genre: Erotic, paranormal, fantasy, naughty fairy tale
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Listening Length: 5 hours and 1 minute
Program Type: Audiobook
Version: Unabridged
Narrator: John Thrust
Audible.com Release Date: February 26, 2015




They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world... 

Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland. 

Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys. 
With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?












Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Was she nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe those nerves. He focused on her mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen and moist, making his cock strain even more against the constraint of his pants.
“Okay,” she said in a small, breathy voice, the lids covering her blue eyes at half-mast.
He reached for the hem of the too big nightshirt covering the body he had to see, lifting until he revealed her little white panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood raced through his veins. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. Touch all over. Taste every inch of her. Put his fingers and cock into the tight, warm sheath he knew was awaiting him.
Take her. Hell yeah. Those two words became a chant within his mind. He wanted to take his woman in every position he could imagine and then some. His woman? Yes. Yes she was his, or would be. Slow your roll. You don’t want to scare her. He had to maintain. He couldn’t go at her like some out of control beast.
Leaning down, he kissed between the creamy mounds of her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the apex of her right breast, watching goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a wanton invitation. Unable to stop himself from licking her, he lapped at her in one, long, lingering stroke, from the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone, only stopping because the material he’d lifted hindered his progress being bunched around her neck.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “You taste so good.” 
She shook, and he wanted her shakes.
“I do?”
“Yes,” he answered, feeling her warm palms slide down his biceps. Even that tantalized him. “I’m already addicted.” He went to his elbows, slid his hands under her shoulder blades, arching her up, dropped his head, grabbed the flimsy middle of her bra with his teeth, bit, and tugged, ripping it free.
“Oh!” she uttered.
Moving the material aside with his nose, he pulled back enough to see her, soaking every bit of her pink and white flesh in with his eyes, before flicking a rosebud nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“Petúr.” He reveled in the sound of his name falling from her lips, and sucked the nipple he’d been teasing into his mouth. “Mm…We should stop.” He lightly bit. Swirled his tongue around the aroused nub. “Oh…Never mind. Don’t stop,” she uttered, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Never stop. No.” He sounded like a Neanderthal, but just then, when Wyndi pressed herself into his erection, he didn’t care.


London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.


As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.


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Character Interview:

London’s lunch with the Lost Boys of Rise of the Lost Prince.

LSJ: *Pulls up a seat and waves* Vapor. Dash. Firefox. Vibe. Tera and Byte. Thanks for hanging out with me today. Did you have any problems with my directions? I stink at giving directions.

Vibe: You’re welcome. Thanks for asking us. *Glances around* You have a nice place here, and no, we didn’t have problems finding you.

LSJ: Thank you. I’m glad you didn’t have issues finding your way here. *Pours a glass of sweet tea and passes the pitcher to Tera* Lunch will be ready in a minute or two. Burgers and ribs are almost done grilling. I hope everyone likes BBQ.

Firefox: Love it.

LSJ: *Grins* Good. I wish Bell could have come.

Vibe: She went with Wyndi and Petúr to locate the portal.

LSJ: Do you think they’ll find it?

Dash: *Sits the pitcher of tea down on the table* Wyndi said she had a vision. She seemed pretty sure of the location.

LSJ: *Nods* Sorry if I’m gawking.

Dash: Don’t be.

LSJ: It’s just…Well; you guys are some of the best looking men I’ve ever seen.

Vapor: Thanks, sugar lips. *Winks* You can gawk at me any time. *Gives me the once over* In fact. Let’s leave the rest of these losers and go ‘gawk’ at each other in private.

LSJ: *Pats chest* You are the charmer, Vapor.

Dash: *Snort* Vapor’s something, but I wouldn’t go with charmer.

Vapor: Bite me, Dash. *Flips Dash the bird*

*Firefox flings a flame from his fingers. It arcs high, headed for Vapor*
*Vapor extinguishes the flame with a ball of water that splashes when it hits the tiled floor*

Firefox: Stop flirting, water boy.

Vapor: What’s it to you, hot head?

Tera: Come on guys. Stop acting like uncivilized roughians. *Smiles at me* Sorry, London.

Byte: Yeah. What he said. Sorry, London.

LSJ: You guys are fine. No worries. *Takes a sip of my tea. Swallows* Do you guys always bicker?

Firefox: Most times. But, that’s just how we are. Although, I’d die for any one of my brothers.

Vibe: We’d all do the same.

Vapor: We’ve all got each other’s backs.

LSJ: All for one and one for all, huh?

Tera: *Chuckles* Something like that, but isn’t that the three musketeers?

LSJ: *Laughs* Yeah. I think it is. *Buzzer sounds* Well, that’s my timer. I better go round up the burgers and the ribs.

Tera and Byte: *In harmonized unison* We’ll help you.

Vapor: I’ll help, too.

Firefox: Me, too.

Dash: *Groans*

Vibe: *Rolls his silver eyes*

LSJ: Sure guys. The more the merrier. Follow me.

Vapor: *Puts his arm around my shoulders* I’ll follow you anywhere.

LSJ: *Blushes*