I read this in a comments section the other day. Made me smile. It applies to men, too, but this time it’s about us, ladies. I found it again on the net at Funny and Jokes. Read on.
A new, special kind of store just opened up in a Manhattan shopping center. This store sells husbands, yes that’s right – women can browse men from floors of choices.
Actually, there are 6 floors of men, and with an increase in the floor level bringing an positive attributes… a nifty setup – with a catch. As you open the door to any floor, you may choose a man from that floor but if you go up, you cannot go back down except to exit the building. Interesting, right?
So a young woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 – These men have jobs. The woman reads the sign and says to herself, “Well, that’s better than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what’s further up?” So up she goes.
The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 – These men have jobs and love kids. The woman remarks to herself, “That’s great, but I wonder what’s further up?” And up she goes again.
The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 – These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking. “Hmmm, better” she says. “But I wonder what’s upstairs?”
The fourth floor sign reads: Floor 4 – These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework. “Wow!” exclaims the woman, “very tempting. BUT, there must be more further up!” And again she heads up another flight.
The fifth floor sign reads: Floor 5 – These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak. “Oh, mercy me! But just think… what must be awaiting me further on?” So up to the sixth floor she goes.
The sixth floor sign reads: Floor 6 – You are visitor 7,548,652 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor only exists as proof that women are impossible to please.
*** Does anyone have one for men? Would love to post that.
This post was written by Fiona McGier – one of the resident Divas at my other site – Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas. Fiona captures a subject perfectly. I truly enjoyed her post and wanted to share it with everyone.
Rita’s post on Tuesday got me to thinking, because she said that she hadn’t realized that “short contemporary” isn’t a genre anymore. Tastes change, the reading habits of the public change. often quickly. Whatever is getting a buzz, whether due to a great publicist or actual good writing, becomes the new “hot button” and gets copied endlessly. Example? Have you seen how many books are out these days with “billionaire” in the title? Sheesh! Just how many actual billionaires are there in the world? And how many are unmarried and hetero-sexual? And of them, how many are sexy? Narrow it down further: how many of them would look twice at a mousy woman with low-self-esteem, even for a one-night stand? Then realize how many would marry out of their “class”. I know these are fiction romances, but this makes believing the dead can walk (and romance) among us more believable, when you consider how much stretching of the imagination is needed.
Despite authors being told years ago that vampires were “old-school and boring”, there is a plethora of undead-romancers as heroes and heroines these days. Add to that the shifters, and you realize that werewolves aint’ Lon Chaney Jr. anymore! Now they’re hot, tortured heroes (okay, he was that), whose energy and enthusiasm for hot sex can’t be equaled by any mere mortal.
Menage and BDSM used to be considered “porn”, written by and for men. Now it’s such a hot genre, that my latest book had one reviewer claim that despite the frequent hot sex scenes between the heroine and hero, that she was “disappointed” in the “lack of variety” in the explicit action. Keep in mind this is a romance between a biker queen who’s used to having sex with all of the men in her gang, and who thinks that monogamy is a sucker’s game, since her mother is still reeling from being dumped by her father for a trophy wife. Enter a sexy Russian ex-KGB agent who is sent to convince her she’s never to revisit the town where the action movie star Raul Roderick lives, since he’s now a happily-married father of young children. But in the book about his romance, the biker queen had ridden into town just to score with the famous actor.
So Alexandra is not your typical “mousy virgin” heroine. Not at all. The meeting between her and Dmitri leads to some explosive sex on her office furniture, before they move to her place. And it takes everything Dmitri has to convince her that Only One Man Will Do, and that man has to be him.
But because there are no menage scenes involving them and another man, or bondage scenes with one of them whipping the other, the reviewer gave me only a tepid review. Hey, I write the stories of my characters the way I imagine them.
Which means I’m too explicit to use my real name in my writing, but not explicit or adventurous for some readers. Sigh. So what’s an author to do? Maybe my next book should be The Billionaire Were-Vampire Dom and His Brothers Discover His Mousy Secretary’s Secret Submission Desire.
What do you think? Would you read that?
For a chance to win a copy of Only One Man Will Do, I’m at the Snarkology site talking about “My Kind of Heroine.” Leave me a comment there to be entered into the drawing.
Available November 4
This is my HOTTEST menage to date. I just love Mike and Cody – wow, does Shana turn their worlds upside down in the best way possible.
I don’t have the buy link, as yet, but will share as soon as I do.
As a computer hacker, she demands justice.
As a woman, she craves two powerful and commanding men.
Shana’s been hacking one of Manhattan’s most corrupt executives, making him pay for what he’s done to his victims. Using her skills, she convinces Mike and Cody to hire her at their intelligence-gathering firm, where intimate details help their clients.
Never has Mike met a woman as delicious as Shana. Smart as hell, curvy and assured, she’d be a delightful challenge in bed. Cody’s carnal hunger is equally intense. He and Mike want to know everything about her.
She won’t divulge the secrets of her past. All she can offer is unquenchable desire and her heart.
During weeks of shameless lust and pleasure, Mike and Cody peel away the layers of Shana’s life. The stunning truth changes everything. They’ll do all that they can to keep her safe…and in their arms.
My author page at Siren: http://www.bookstrand.com/tina-donahue
I’m delighted to have Jane here today. She’s giving us a sneak peak into her latest romance Jake and Ivy. Love the cover!
Please give Jane a warm welcome, and be sure to leave a comment to show your love.
Jake and Ivy
The Brothers Agee – Jake
Ivy Westlake, thought to be a demure young lady, comes alive at her friend’s hacienda in Mexico when she discovers the Flamenco. Her wild side is unleashed in the sensuality of music and dancing. She will not allow her father to force her into a marriage of convenience back East, so she runs away with the dance troupe.
Jake Agee, cowboy, horse trader, loner, has carefully built a life with no commitments. That life explodes in his face when Ivy dances. He doesn’t know she’s run away until he spots her performing in a small California town. He battles his desire to have this woman against his well-honed sense of independence.
Jake and Ivy perform their own style of pas de deux throughout southern California until their passions ignite in a desert cave in the middle of a thunder storm. Jake fights his growing love as Ivy fights her craving for their erotic pursuits. Jake’s long lost brother suddenly and mysteriously surfaces. Will this appearance tear Jake and Ivy apart? Will it destroy their love?
The drawers dropped.
He groaned. Her dancer’s body, one long graceful line from head to toe, reminded him of a painting he’d seen in San Francisco. He’d been wandering along Market Street near the Palace Hotel and caught a glimpse of a beautiful naked woman through a window. When he went to investigate, to his embarrassment he discovered he’d entered an art gallery. A painting—a woman rising from a pond surrounded by thick woods. Now he stared stupidly at the very image of the woman in the painting, at the real life woman’s pale translucent flawless skin. He had the living breathing Ivy here before him, not unobtainably flat on a canvas.
His palms itched to cover her full white breasts. His body flamed hot wanting the feel of her dark rosy nipples rubbing against his bare chest. And in his mouth. His clenched jaw ached. He growled deeply in his throat at the insistent throbbing of his cock, at the thickening inside his pants. Ravenous to touch her, her breasts, her belly, the dark triangle below it, he swallowed, suddenly nervous.
He lifted a hand to her hair, slipping his fingers through it, fluffing the damp strands out to spill down her back and over her shoulders to teasingly cover her breasts. The woman in the painting, her hair was like this. He’d stood so long in front of the painting that the gallery proprietor had to cough to get his attention. At the time he believed he’d never see a woman’s hair like that in the painting. But he was wrong. It was here, within his reach, rich and thick and wildly curling around her breasts, her nipples peeping through. Fingering the length of the waves drifting over her neck and shoulders, his hands shaking slightly, he reached the round cushions of her breasts. His breath caught in his throat as he brushed the backs of his knuckles down the center of her body.
His eyes widened to take it all in, his mouth watering to taste her. His lips softened, his breath rasped. He heard her sharp indrawn gasp and a moan echoed so deeply inside her he could feel its vibration on his fingers. Glancing up, he saw she was watching with fascination as his fingers skimmed around her breasts finally reaching their tips.
She looked up at him then, her lips parted in anticipation, her eyes swimming with desire. “Mm,” she sighed shakily, pursing her lips, her body quivering, her eyes glazed and dreamy as he drew the backs of his fingers over her.
His only reality was his hands on her body, on her hot skin. Curving his palms around her, he caressed her breasts, her neck and shoulders. He’d never made love like this, had no plan of seduction. Yes, he’d had sex before but never with the feeling that this time would be momentous. He wanted it to be good for her. If he was going to take her innocence, he didn’t want her to regret it.
He leaned in, their lips meeting, soft at first, just a gentle brush.
“God, Jake.” She groaned into his mouth.
Their lips parted momentarily, then his kiss turned savage, his tongue plunging into her slippery mouth and intertwining with hers, filling her until he felt breathless and weak. Her fingers clutched the back of his shirt, nails digging into the skin beneath. The sharp sting kindled a spark in him. His hands raked through her damp hair, cupping her head in his palms, holding her as he moved over her lips, taking control of her mouth.
He caressed her shoulders and neck with his thumbs, nibbling at her brow and eyelids, nuzzling her ear and, with repressed ferocity, he bit her earlobe.
“Jake,” she murmured repeatedly. She pulled frantically at the front of his shirt, clumsily unbuttoning it. “I want to feel your bare skin,” she demanded, her voice lying low and husky. As the shirt fell open, her hands grazed across his chest followed by the hot softness of her breasts. Crying out at the contact, she kissed his shoulder. Her lips moved down, following her fingers as they skimmed over the light hair covering his chest, following the trail directly to his belly button.
He stopped her hand from going lower. Stupid son of a bitch.
Jake and Ivy available at Amazon - http://amzn.com/B00OEFC9LK
Stay tuned for Wooing the Librarian, Pres MacKay’s story out on October 20, 2014 and The Long Road to You, Nick’s story — Coming Soon
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, “Why don’t you write them down?” Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I’m lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!
Lost and Found
His Hers & His
Soldier, Come Home
A Promise at Dawn
Jake and Ivy
Wooing the Librarian
Home to Stay (coming soon)
The Long Road to You (coming soon)
I’ll Be Your Last
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
http://janeleopoldquinn.BlogSpot.com + https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor
Amazon Author Page
Please give Jacqueline a warm welcome! She’s giving us a sneak peek into her new romance. Looks awesome!
And please leave a comment to show your love.
All of You
Published by Siren-Bookstrand
Release date: August 13, 2014
Alayna Taylor is a dedicated wife, loving mother, and opened her dream business. A tragic accident overturns her perfect life. Pushing through, she finds strength to move on as a mother and business owner. Then she looks for what she wants as a woman and pursues the man of her erotic dreams, her children’s doctor.
Adam Bryant is a caring, gentle man, the perfect pediatrician. He has dedicated his life to caring for others and always followed the “everything happens for a reason” motto. A text from his patients’ mother has him ringing her doorbell.
Alayna is clear that she is a package deal and protects her heart and kids. Adam discovers a hungry sexual side that only she brings out of him with her strength and seductive ways. He is determined to show Alayna how much he cares about all of her with his thoughtful, mind blowing surprises.
Both Alayna and Adam find themselves wanting a whole lot more.
“Rise and shine, handsome.” I said ever-so gently. “We have lots of wine to taste today.”
A big smiled appeared on his face and then he slowly opened his eyes. “I want to taste you first.” He grumbled.
He playfully pushed me off of him and ripped off my clothes. The desire in his eyes made my body quiver with anticipation and excitement. He shoved me down and straddled me around my belly. His cock was so close to my mouth that I wanted to devour him on the spot. He held me down on the bed with my hands above my head. Electric shock ran through my body in response to his sexual assertiveness, my folds getting wetter by the second.
“Well, thank goodness you are a morning person,” I said with a sexy grin.
“Only when I wake up with you.” With a sexy grin, he said, “Hold onto the headboard, baby, and don’t let go.”
Hmmm…this could be exhilarating, but nearly impossible for me not to touch him.
He began at my fingertips, kissing and sucking on each and every one. He overwhelmed my body with his touch. Not just with his fingers, but his mouth, his tongue, his skin. The way he moved all over me, always making sure every possible part of his naked sexiness was touching me. He seemed fascinated with every inch of me as his cock trailed down and around my body with the rest of him.
I began to moan, “Mmmmmm, Adam.” He hadn’t even touched my sex yet and I felt like I was going to explode.
Oh God, this man!
He trailed right past my sex that I was certain was glistening in the sunlight. I was so wet and ready for him. I could feel it on my thighs. He continued to my inner thighs, spreading my legs ever so gently, caressing every part of my being. I pulled my knees up so my feet were resting on each side of him. He continued licking me and sucking me. My legs shot straight back down and I was squeezing the headboard so tightly, the sheer torment of his touch was sending me over the edge. A sensational orgasm filled me as I let out a cry of his name and my legs quivered. Adam was near my ankles and looking up at me, surely watching as my pussy contracted and cum seeped out of me. Still feeling the after-effects, I reached to get him in my arms.
“Not yet. I am not done with you,” he said, pushing my hands away. “I still have another half of you. Roll over.”
“Adam—” As much as this was thrilling, I wanted him inside me now.
“Alayna, I know you enjoyed that. Let me do it again. I want you to taste every inch of you.”
Jacqueline Anne’s love of a well told story has led her journey to become an author. Her goal is to create stories with strong heroines, hot and steamy relationships, and characters who embody discovery, lust, trust, happiness, and love.
She leads a full and exciting life in Northeast Ohio. She loves to bake, create, workout, dance, and read. Jacqueline truly believes that everything happens for a reason. Her life can attest to that. Work hard. Play hard. Live life to the fullest each and every day. Doing it all in a pair of 4″ heels.
She wants her books to be your pathway to erotic adventure. Who says you can’t have it all?
Amazon Author: www.amazon.com/author/jacquelineanne
Fran Lee is here today to talk about her newest release – wow, what a cover – is that guy hot or what? And the story…yum.
Please give Fran a warm welcome, read on to learn more about her contest and please leave a comment to show your love.
Thanks so much for inviting me to your blog today, Tina! I’m so excited to be here sharing my upcoming new release of Ride the Night Winds: Hunter’s Moon!
This is very exciting for me, because I now have two paranormals and three fun short tales in my self-publishing repertoire. I decided to dip my toes into self-publishing when I was looking over my stash of manuscripts that just didn’t “fit” with my preferred publisher (in other words, they were rejected because they were too short, etc.). I’d had loads of fun writing some of them, and I really wanted to see them in the hands of my readers.
Most of my good pals were already into using self-publishing resources, but I, as always, lagged far behind them, too afraid to take that scary first step off the edge of the pier. (I never was a great swimmer.) However, I decided that I would test the unknown waters with just a tiny one…
I had absolutely no idea what the heck I was doing, so I chose the easiest path…and bought some inexpensive stock photos…and with the aid of my ancient, outdated Adobe Photoshop program, I was suddenly in the publishing business. My short little books weren’t grand enough for a professional cover to be created, but when I was ready to self-publish a full length novella, I splurged on a pro. Found a fabulous guy in London who was willing to take on the job at a cut rate, and voila! I had a hot cover for Their Alpha Bitch!
I paid for some Face book ads…ran some giveaways…set it up for pre-order at 99¢, and surprisingly, the book got up into the #3 slot in Amazon’s “romance/erotica/paranormal” listings, and hovered in the top ten for a couple of weeks, before dropping back into the mid 20’s. But it keeps popping back up like a yo-yo…right now it is at #13.
But now I’m kicking off my launch of my newest self-published book, Ride the Night Winds: Hunter’s Moon. Not quite as overtly sexy as the ménage a quatre shifter story of Their Alpha Bitch, but hot enough to satisfy my fans.
Here’s a snippet:
Excerpt copyright 2014
Ride the Night Winds
There hadn’t been a major crime in the little town of 2,500 souls since back in 1960, and that had been when Frank Ritter and his motorcycle gang rumbled into town like the black plague, and had terrorized the whole town for nearly five days, killing three people before the Marshals had gunned the six killers down in cold blood.
But that had been before she had been born.
She had no first hand knowledge like Gran did, but it had become one of those urban legends you heard in small towns. Like the one about “Gentleman” Bob Mercier, who had been shot down by the Marshals in his besieged hotel room after brutally killing three Pinkertons and robbing the Railroad office back in 1910. His ghost was supposed to be walking Main Street most nights of the full moon. She shook her head and sighed.
Ghosts were more likely to get you in Bullock than some mugger. Or maybe the Marshals, if you were doing the wrong thing at the wrong time. The most interesting part of these urban legends were those strange, wraithlike Marshals who always seemed to arrive on the heels of the bad guys, and who vanished the moment the job was done.
The next four blocks were pitch black without the moon out. Street lights were non-existent in this part of town. Wrong side of the tracks. The city council paid little heed to the needs of the poorer side of town. She wished to hell she’d thought to carry her flashlight. These damn sidewalks were full of deep, uneven cracks that could trip an unwary pedestrian in the dark. The old deteriorating sidewalk curved uphill past the old Bullock Cemetery and then back down to cross over Connor Road.
When Ellen walked with her, they would laugh about silly things that had happened during their shift, and discuss the sometimes hilarious propositions they’d gotten. It helped make her forget that the old Cemetery held some of the rottenest souls to ever go to perdition, like the Falcon brothers, who had died in a shootout with —yep—Marshals back in 1860 after they tried to rob the fledgling Bullock bank. They’d killed three townspeople before the Marshals had stopped their escape. The town had talked for months afterwards about how the Marshals had ridden into Bullock right as the Falcon brothers had shot old Hal Farrell and were mounting up to ride.
The old Cemetery was the final resting place of some pretty bad dudes—sort of the “Boot Hill” of Bullock—as well as the “potter’s field” of the town. The newer Bullock City Cemetery was on the far side of town, and that was where the “nice” folks were buried. Old Bullock Cemetery was for felons and outlaws and unknown drifters and old Indians who died alone and penniless in the cold.
And Bullock had had its share of very bad boys back in the glory days of the old West. Even though she wasn’t exactly superstitious, everyone was damned well aware that some pretty strange things had happened in Bullock over the full moon cycle every October…and definitely every fifty years. Every single one of those scary stories had been set during an October full moon cycle. She shivered and tugged her scarf up to warm her frozen ears.
Before her death two years back, Gran had told her that Bullock was slowly “ripening” for another horrible “happening”. Nigh onto fifty years had passed since the last one, and according to Gran, it was a fifty year cycle. 1860. 1910. 1960. The old woman had weathered two such cycles, and firmly believed they were all tied together.
Gran was believed to have “the gift”, so instead of laughing at her stories, Terry had simply accepted them as part of the package, and had put it all out of her thoughts. She had adored the amazing old woman who had raised her after her mom had died in childbirth, leaving her newborn infant in the care of the town’s “witch”.
Oh, yeah…Terry had heard all the wild tales about her grandmother’s “powers” and there were many. Gran used herbs and magic to heal people and animals, and she knew things without being told. Her mother’s totally strange birth was yet another of Gran’s crazy stories that she had learned being dandled on the old woman’s knobby knee
Supposedly, when the Marshals had saved Bullock in 1960, one of them had taken a fancy to the spinster woman who told fortunes and read tea leaves in the tea parlor. He had wooed Gran until she gave in to his devilish charms, and they had spent one hell of a hot night together before the Marshal simply vanished with the dawn, never to be seen or heard from again. But when he had gone, Gran had found the deed—in her own name—to the house where she had lived up until two years ago. Nine months later, the fifty-six-year-old spinster had given birth to a healthy baby girl…Terry’s mother. The town had been scandalized. A woman her age, having an illicit affair? And having a perfectly healthy child with no defects or complications? The woman was definitely a witch…
*** CONTEST ALERT *** CONTEST ALERT *** CONTEST ALERT ***
On release day (October 20, 2014) I will be running several contests.
1.) The first one is a drawing for a beautiful porcelain coffee mug with one or more of my beautiful book covers on it…personally signed by yours truly. Every reader who buys my book on pre-order for 99¢ and sends me a copy of the pre-order receipt from Amazon will be dropped into a hat and Rafflecopter will pick me a winner. Please remember to give your name, and your mailing address in case you are my lucky winner. These are limited edition pieces…most of them are one-of-a-kind. The email address is: email@example.com
Please show the subject as: Release Day Coffee Mug
2.) (The second giveaway will be a reader’s choice from my e-book back list. Just send me an e-mail (at the above e-mail address) and shows “Release day e-book contest” in the subject line. In the body of the e-mail, tell me which e-book you want, and tell me why you love reading books by Fran Lee. Don’t worry…Rafflecopter will choose the winner. If you’ve never read one of my books, tell me which one you think will ring your bells.
3.) Five readers who have sent copies of their receipts will receive signed cover flats and mini-bookmarks! You don’t have to do anything but e-mail that receipt copy to me..
I may do impromptu giveaways throughout the day on October 20th, so check my Face book page often. You would need to be a “fan” on Face book. You can “like” my author page at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fran-Lee/132560860752
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Suz deMello is back today to talk about Amazon and what it means to romance authors.
Please give her a warm welcome and leave a comment to share your point of view on the subject.
Amazon is known for its ruthless business practices—it doesn’t merely squeeze competition, it strangles it until it dies.
Amazon currently sells 40% of all new books sold in the USA. Their percentage of the market in ebooks is even larger—perhaps 66% according to the above-cited Salon.com article.
Amazon is not merely a book seller, but a publisher, and it favors its own imprints and minimizes the ability for readers to find its competitors. The most famous case on point is that of Hachette. Check this URL for Stephen Colbert’s clips on the issue: http://thecolbertreport.cc.com/search?keywords=Hachette
And the below is quoted from a letter sent by a group of authors to Amazon’s Jeff Bezos and its BOD:
About six months ago…Amazon began sanctioning Hachette authors’ books. These sanctions included refusing preorders, delaying shipping, reducing discounting, and using pop-up windows to cover authors’ pages and redirect buyers to non-Hachette books.
These sanctions have driven down Hachette authors’ sales at Amazon.com by at least 50 percent and in some cases as much as 90 percent. These sales drops are occurring across the board: in hardcovers, paperbacks, and e-books. (http://www.authorsunited.net/)
Well-known is Amazon’s dislike of sexy covers, adult-oriented books and erotica; it seems to especially target purveyors of steamy books. Though Amazon touts its independent publishing program as a boon for writers, many indie published authors, especially in erotic romance, complain that Amazon’s search engine has made it difficult if not impossible for readers to find their books. The Kindle Unlimited program has cut further into their book revenues. Ellora’s Cave, one of the most prominent publishers of steamy and erotic romance on the web, has downsized radically, citing a massive drop in Amazon sales of its books as the reason.
The loyalty of many customers to Amazon is misplaced. For example, Amazon often does not feature the best online price for a book or other item. A couple of cases in point:
On 30 Sept, the price of one of my shorties, Highland Vampire, on Amazon was $2.51. The price at Harlequin’s site was $2.39.
Being the daughter of Brits, I’m a tea drinker and lately have been into using loose teas (they really do make a better cuppa). Initially I had been purchasing from Amazon—isn’t that the place we’ve all become accustomed to checking first? Then I went to the Twinings Tea site and found that I’d been grotesquely overpaying. My fave Darjeeling at Amazon costs $8.24 and it’s an “add-on item,” which is some sort of irritating practice at Amazon—I couldn’t get the tea without buying other stuff, and I couldn’t find a work-around for that bit of Amazonian weirdness.
The same tea is almost half the price–$4.49—at Twinings.
Like many, I have come to rely on Amazon for so much! I listen to music on my Amazon music player on both laptop and cellphone, and download music from Amazon as well. I’m an Amazon affiliate. I also buy books for my Kindle Paperwhite, which I love, from Amazon.
But maybe it’s time to cut the cord. Why should I fund an entity that seeks to exploit me, maybe even put me out of business?
I’ll probably take down my Amazon affiliate ads—that won’t hurt, as they’ve never earned me a penny. I’ve changed my email signature line, which used to direct folks to my Amazon author pages, to instead include my website and blog. Other changes will be harder.
I’m an Ellora’s Cave author. I also have books placed with two other publishers that have disappointed me in myriad ways—see these links:
http://www.harlequinlawsuit.com/ and scroll down to #9 at
So I want to go indie. But Createspace and KDP are fabulous platforms for self-publishing. How ethical is it, given my concerns, to use those platforms?
And beyond my personal worries, there’s the greater problem. Amazon sells a huge number of books, films, music and other creative and factual works.
Should one entity control so much of what goes into our minds and thoughts?
About the Author:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Totally Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
–For editing services, email her at firstname.lastname@example.org
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SuzDeMello, and visit her group page at https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
–She tweets @Suzdemello
–Her current blog is http://www.TheVelvetLair.com
Nancy Corrigan’s here today with a great new release, Mist Unveiled, and a contest!
You can’t miss this one. Read on to learn more and for your chance to win…
Elemental Desire, Book 1
Cat has one love in her life—science. Facts rule her, not passion. At least it doesn’t until an unknown deadly virus claims her sister’s life. Cat’s quest for answers takes her to Greenland and drops her into the arms of the one man who sways her devotion from logic to passion. Rune stirs her lusts, ignites her desires and fuels her carnal cravings, but he isn’t simply a lover, nor is he human. He’s a weapon, one that has the potential to save or destroy her.
Rune, a child of the mist, awakens into a world hovering on the verge of destruction. Rising temperatures have released his enemies from their frozen prison without his knowledge. He searches for them but finds Cat, a human with the power to save him and the world. He hungers for her—blood, body and soul. Every moment of shared passion convinces him of the truth—she’s his greatest treasure, one he’ll die to keep.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
He pushed her shirt up, exposing more creamy skin. “Strip.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and nibbled before letting it slip free. “Is this the point where I’m supposed to resist your advances by saying I don’t normally do this sort of thing with strangers?”
“Do you plan on resisting me?”
“No, but I…” She blew out a rough breath. “I don’t want to send you running again.”
He stood, dragging her shirt up with him. She lifted her arms. He tossed the fabric to the side. The simple white bra she wore didn’t match the lacy, black panties he’d ripped off of her. He didn’t like either on her. He snapped the straps so she couldn’t don the restricting garment again.
The cotton slipped and revealed the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. He cupped one. It filled his palm. With strokes of his thumb, he teased her nipple into a hard point. She pushed the firm flesh into his hand. He captured the tip but didn’t tug.
“I’m sorry I walked out on you.” He gazed into her face. Guarded eyes met him. “I hadn’t expected to feel the way I do for you.”
“How do you feel?”
“Hungry. Possessive.” He slid his free hand to her sex and pushed a finger into her core. Her muscles squeezed the small invasion. “I want to keep you locked to my side.”
She swallowed hard. “But you just met me.”
“Exactly. I don’t understand why I feel this way.” He stroked her core and rolled her nipple as if he had every right to touch her and bring her pleasure. She didn’t stop him. She widened her stance for his exploration. An idea formed that suddenly became imperative he had answered. “Tell me, Cat. Do you normally let males you barely know strip you?”
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Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take her readers on a passionate, emotional and romantic journey.
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Cornelia Amiri is back with us today. She’s giving us a sneak peek into her newest romance Moon Goddess Wife, and she’s hosting a contest.
More on that later – for now, here’s Cornelia!
My new release Moon Goddess Wife is my version of the story of Rhiannon and Pwyll taken from the first branch of the Mabinogi, the ancient Welsh book of myths and legends. Rhiannon is a moon goddess but she’s also the ancient Welsh horse goddess. The story of Rhiannon and Pwyll can be categorized so many ways: a fantasy, a historical, a mystery, a myth and legend tale, but first and foremost it’s a romance. When a tale like this is told from generation to generation in front of tribal peat fires than later past on the same way by the fireside of castle hearths and once it is finally written down is read and reread from one generation to the next — all I can say is it’s a damn good story. I’m honored to bring it to modern romance readers because it’s the story of a love that endures all.
From Druid lore springs the tale of Rhiannon and Pwyll. Chief Pwyll’s life is changed forever the day Goddess Rhiannon rides pass him on her magic horse. Forbidden romance smolders between the goddess and the chieftain. With the use of an enchanted bag, Rhiannon breaks free of an unwanted betrothal. Happily, she weds Pwyll, but a harrowing mystery tears them apart. Will Pwyll’s suspicion and duty as chieftain prevail or will love win out?
It’s fitting that Moon Goddess Wife is released in October as we take most of our Halloween traditions from the Celtic New Year festival of Samhain, October 31st, where the legend of Rhiannon and Pwyll begins.
Moonlight slit through gaps in the leafy tree tops above Pwyll, the gold-torqued chief of the Demetaes, who sat in his saddle on this Samhain night. The eve of the new year, the day when the veil between worlds was at its weakest, was upon them. He scanned the wild woods for spirits wandering the earth, seeking loved ones or live bodies to inhabit. He, like the rest of his tribe, had protected himself from wayward phantoms by covering his face with ash, so they’d think he was a spirit and leave him alone.
Pwyll noticed he’d wandered onto an ancient grass-covered burial mound, a portal to the otherworld. As he grabbed his horse’s reins to gallop off the tor and safely join his spearmen below, a sudden gust of wind swirled around him. It tousled his thick, dark brown hair, spiked with lime wash, which highlighted some of the strands to a golden shade. He drew his plaid cloak tighter to his broad chest. Out of the darkness, a white light shone like a full moon gliding across the forest, toward him.
Unable to tear his gaze away, he stared at it. It drew closer and he saw it was a white horse whose mane glistened like spun silver. Wayward strands fluttered above its fathomless, almond-shaped eyes in its long, slender face. Its sleek, powerful legs moved at a slow but steady canter. The lady riding the steed captured his gaze. The golden cloak she wore and her long, cascading hair fluttered in the night sky like wings in flight. Pwyll’s mouth went dry and his jaw dropped. His heart raced. With his first glance at the woman he felt like he‘d fallen into a dream he couldn’t awake from. The dream was of her and only her.
“My woman,” he said under his breath.
As her lush lips parted, a sound like a chirping lark, her laughter, danced through the air and sang in his veins. His mind fell empty of all but an intense, urgent longing for this beauty. She rode off before Pwyll could leap onto her horse behind her and take her into his arms. Though Pwyll was a gold-torqued chief, she didn’t bless him with a smile, nor spare him a glance.
Pwyll sat there, gazing at her back as she rode away. He realized his spearmen had joined him and were yelling.
Cyngen slapped him on the back. “My chief, can you hear me?” The tall, muscular champion’s eyes gleaned with battle fury as if ready to fight, though no enemy was there. “Did she curse you with deafness?”
Arthfael, the oldest spearman, crowded in to show his concern. “Did she enchant you?”
Pwyll pushed them away as he would a zealous dog licking his face. “Did you see her?”
“It’s not like you to disobey any rule much less one as important as not standing on the tor on Samhain.” Cyngen flung his arms out and shook them. “I fear that woman may be a goddess.”
“Yes, the most beautiful goddess in the world,” Pwyll rasped.
Arthfael grabbed Pwyll’s horse and walked him down from the tor. “Come, lest she returns to carry you to the otherworld.”
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I’m giving away an autograph copy of Druidess, set against the backdrop of the Boudica revolt in 1st century AD, and a pack of Ellora’s Cave Throwdown Hoedown playing cards, and a bar of handmade Mother of Dragon’s soap —it smells like dragons. Just comment below with your email so I can contact you if you win.
Cornelia Amiri, who also writes under the name of Maeve Alpin, is the author of 22 Celtic and Steampunk romance books. She lives in Houston Texas as does her son and granddaughter and her cat, Severus. Severus is a writer’s cat, he loves books. He likes to knock them off the bookshelf, sit on them, and sniff the open pages. He also uses the computer, he sits on it, lays on top of it, and walks across the key board almost constantly. http://CelticRomanceQueen.com
Here’s another awesome box set for your reading pleasure. Rogues in Time.
Read on to learn more about this fantastic collection – and please leave a comment to show your love.
Rogues In Time
Box set featuring novels by Janet Miller, Gayle Parness, and Kate Lockridge.
So what does a futuristic ‘brides to the stars’ novel, a present day shapeshifter/vampire adventure, and a historical demon-hunter’s quest for justice all have in common? Well, other than three exceptional authors and a .99 cent price tag for the box set of all three, they remind us that love stories are timeless and that the heart will give itself to another no matter what the century. The “Rogues In Time” box set is a complete package of action adventure, demon hunting, and romance.
When we were asked to create a box set for a special invitation only iBooks promotion, we agreed that what we love about the romance novels we read and write is how love travels across the centuries as though time doesn’t exist. No matter what century you wrote about, love was the key to relationships that mattered and lasted.
We loved the idea of putting together three novels that showed how this wonderful, vital force is something to be reckoned with both in the heart and throughout time.
Kate Lockridge’s book, Helwyn, uses the back-drop of America’s untamed wilderness in 1812 to tell a story of vengeance, passion, and the saving grace of love. Nate Arbinger is a Helwyn, a demon hunter, who is using an ancient ballad to track the Elf Knight, a fearsome demon who has left a trail of brutal murders from Virginia to Tennessee. When Nate crosses paths with Molly Tucker, who is seeking revenge on the Elf Knight for her sister’s murder, it becomes a race against time to send the demon back to Hell before the creature takes Molly as his next victim. Helwyn is the first book in the series Songs of the Helwyn, and is based on the ballad Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight.
Kate Lockridge has been writing stories from the moment she learned her ABCs. She currently resides in Northern California and is working hard on the next book in the Songs of the Helwyn series. Look for more about Kate Lockridge at www.katelockridge.com, and https://www.facebook.com/katelockridge
Set in contemporary times, Rebirth, describes a young woman’s journey through a paranormal world filled with magical wonders and dangerous rivals. After being forced to leave the human world behind, Jackie Crawford, a shapeshifter, joins a team of rogue supernaturals, a group dedicated to protecting the shapeshifter community from the more dangerous species that continue to attack it. Garrett Cuvier, a shifter turned vampire against his will, trains Jackie to use her incredible magical skills, stealing her heart in the process. This is book one in the Rogues Shifter Series.
Gayle is the author of the seven book paranormal Rogues Shifter Series and is currently writing Breaking Out, book one in the Triad Series, a spin-off series set in the same world. A resident of northern California, she believes magic exists for anyone brave enough to hop a ley line, and romance is only a gentle touch away. You can learn more about Gayle’s books on her website, http://www.gayleparness.com or on Facebook: http://facebook.com/gayleparnessauthor or Twitter: http://twitter.com/gayleparness
Janet Miller’s novel, Promises To Keep, takes up the notion of love in the distant future. Here women from Earth are moving to the stars to find men who desire what they want – a lasting relationship that provides support for a family. One of those ladies is Doctor Sarah Johnson, an obstetrician looking for love in the stars. She finds it, but not quite the way she imagined it, with a man she’d never expect to fall in love with… the leader of a rebel group who kidnaps her and her fellow ‘brides to the stars’ in order to make them a better offer — themselves as husbands.
Janet Miller has been writing for over a dozen years, specializing in romance in all of its forms. She is best know for the Gaian series, futuristic stories of men in outer space needing wives. Promises To Keep is Janet’s first novel from long ago, but remains a personal favorite. You can read more about her and her books at www.janetmillerromance.com or visit her facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/janet.miller.romance