**Recommended for 18+ Book 3: Punk Rock Resurrection (stand-alone) My world was dark and filled with pain. Loneliness gnawed at my soul. I found solace in a bottle. Music was my only refuge . . . until I met her. She was a dark Gothic goddess in thigh-high leather boots. She brought light into my life and showed me what it was like to be loved. But could she handle the demons that haunted me . . . and the vices that kept them at bay? Coming March 2. Add to your GoodReads TBR: http://bit.ly/1Ffhv2I Others in the Radical Rock Stars Series: Book 1:The Prince of Punk Rock I love her, but I also love him. She's everything to me. He sets my world on fire. It's our dirty little secret, and it's about to blow our record deal sky high. I'm Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story. Amazon:http://amzn.to/1qGXQVB Book 2: Between A Rock and A Hard Place (read after book 1) She's a rock goddess. He's a sex pistol. I need them both, in my life and in my bed, and I'm not living without either one of them. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me everything I've ever wanted. I'm Tommy Blade, The Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the continuation of our story. Amazon: http://amzn.to/1rK1U6U Alyssa held up her shot, and Damien held up his half-full tumbler. She clinked his glass. "That's a pretty big shot you got there." "Big is an understatement. I like to use the term huge. And impressive." She laughed. "Oh really? Don't set yourself up for failure" His eyes never left hers as he took a big swig of his glass. "Don't take my word for it. You can judge for yourself." She folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him with a smile pressed into her plump, crimson lips. He finally silenced her. "What's wrong? No comeback? No witty retort?" "I have plenty of witty comebacks. I'm just not sure how far I want to take this tonight." His cock was doing back flips, and she was enjoying watching him squirm. He took another gulp of his drink, while hers remained untouched on the bar. "I thought you wanted that shot. Canât handle the hard stuff after all, huh?" He placed his empty glass on the bar and taunted her with a smile. "I bet that hard-ass exterior is really just a front. Underneath it all, I bet you're just a girly-girl." Her eyes opened wide, and her face went blank. For a minute Damien thought he went too far and pissed her off. He was about to apologize, but she picked up the shot glass and drained it, then slammed it down on the bar. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him so close he felt her breath on his lips. "I'm an expert at dishing out the hard stuff. I wield a needle for a living and pierce it through raw flesh without an anesthetic. The question is, can you handle it?" Her self-righteous smirk mocked him with playful satisfaction, but Damien was about to keel over from the overwhelming heat that covered his body. Tiny dots of perspiration broke out on his forehead, and he was starting to think that maybe she was rightâhe couldn't handle her in the bedroom. Had he finally met his match? Could this gorgeous, ferocious woman break him? Could she be the one to make him surrender and beg for mercy? "What's the matter? You look a little stunned. Did I scare you?" "Hell no." He stepped closer. "You got me excited." **Recommended for 18+
He first became interested in writing erotica after participating in a competition with a local writing club and coming in the top ten for his short story. He has dabbled in various types of erotica involving straight, bisexual, gay, lesbian, and TV/TS story lines.
Are You A Pantser or a Plotter?I struggled for a couple of days trying to figure out what to write for this guest blog post. I’m not a planner. I’m far from it. I normally fly by the seat of my pants. But something told me I needed to take a moment to reflect on why I became a writer in the first place. Why did I want to cut myself to the bone over and over again, putting every emotion I felt onto paper? Then it came to me, writing in my passion. It’s my life. It’s what keeps me sane in times of darkness. And that’s why I keep on doing it, day after day, night after night. I dream. A lot. Most of my dreams are hardcore nightmares of death and dying. In order to cope with the terror I feel, I use them as stepping stones to plotting my stories. But I don’t usually plot much other than to choose names and places for the story. I write. I write until I cannot write any more. This is what makes me a panster, a fly by the seat kind of gal. I can’t plot beyond the basic ideas. If I do, I overthink and then end up blocked. If I try to outline, it seems my muse shuts down. I’ve never been able to outline, even in college when my professors asked for them. I had to wing it and hope they were acceptable. And usually I wrote them after I was finished with the paper. Being a panster doesn’t make me a bad writer. There are a lot of us out there. I do, however, tend to stop once in awhile to make sure I’m not forgetting an idea or changing any important details. This can happen and has happened but not in any place important, lucky for me. I’ve often wondered how the other side works. Can they fly by the seat of their pants, just winging it as the words flow forth? I see many authors saying they’ve written 10,000+ words for the day. I wonder how that’s possible even for someone like me who writes until my fingers cramp. Then I wonder if they aren’t the planners, the ones who have the story all mapped out. This presents the other side of things. Editing. When do you do it? Are you like me and edit as you go? (And edit and edit and edit some more?) Or do you vomit it all out, let it sit for a bit and then go in to pick it apart? I try to be one way but I’m always the other. I can’t just throw all the words out there for some reason. But that’s just me. Which begs the question. What kind of author are you? Are you willing to share your story, revealing your ups and downs? Are you willing to grow with me, learning and striving to be the best you can be? Author Bio:Stephanie grew up in a small town in east central Wisconsin where she still resides. Though she's been writing since grade school, it was just a year ago (September 2013) that her first published work was released. She is diligently fighting a feisty muse to bring you more. Currently, she has no less than five works in progress, with several more waiting to be started. Through her love of writing, she hopes to bring the worlds she envisions to life very soon.
Lover of Grimm's Fairy Tales, reading, and romance, she is a full time, single mother raising a 14 year old and a 4 year old. Obsessed with the notion of "Happily Ever After," she is working to overcome some real life difficulty with domestic abuse. Stay tuned to learn more about this hardworking woman whose love of history, psychology, and art plays prominently in her work. >>This is part 2 on author Kelly Risser. Read part 1 here. Current Impressions Synopsis:
While Meara begins her new life, Evan endures with her memory and the knowledge that he will see her in July when his internship begins. Although excited about gaining real world experience, it’s the thought of seeing Meara that really drives him. Unfortunately, Evan finds it hard to focus on anything when he’s suffering from vivid nightmares and screaming headaches. When Meara and Evan reunite, everything seems to fall back into place. The summer appears to be perfect. Then two of her father’s guards are found dead, and foul play is suspected. The façade melts away. Someone is targeting them, and Meara must discover who it is and why. She turns to Evan to help her, but when he gives her the hot and cold treatment, she's left feeling alone and confused. As the puzzle pieces move into place, will Meara be able to solve the mystery in time to save her clan and her relationship? Excerpt -- Evan's DreamBits of blue flashed in the corridor as she ran. The rest of her dress blended into the shadows. She’s fast,Evan thought and struggled to keep up with her. “Meara, wait!” She turned a corner. When he lost sight of her, the walls began to close in and pain pierced his brain. He clasped his head and ran. She was here. He would find her. He turned the corner and once again caught the flash of blue ahead. He sped to catch up. She was quicker than he remembered. She ran with a strength and grace he never noticed. Still, he was faster, stronger. She glanced back over her shoulder as the distance closed between them. He reached out with a hand to grab her arm. His fingers grew into talons and cut angry, red strips into her flesh. “Get away from me,” she screamed. She sunk to the floor and wrapped her arms protectively around herself. Thin, red trails coursed down her arm. With the realization that it was his fault, his veins frosted over. He did that. Hurt her. Hadn’t meant to. Hands. What happened to his hands? He held them out. They shook, but they were only hands, not talons. Had he imagined the whole thing? No, or her arm would be fine. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “Just go away,” she cried. She hung her head, her hair falling in a riot of curls. It couldn’t hide the tears that shone on her cheeks or the fear in her eyes. “Meara, it’s me.” He moved to crouch before her. She shot up and pressed herself against the wall, turning her face away from him. “I said get away from me!” she screamed. “Meara—” Her scream cut through him, doubling the piercing pain in his head. What the hell was the matter with her? Why was she afraid of him? Author Bio:Kelly Risser knew at a young age what she wanted to be when she grew up. Unfortunately, Fairytale Princess was not a lucrative career. Leaving the castle and wand behind, she entered the world of creative business writing where she worked in advertising, marketing, and training at various companies. Currently, she works full time as an eLearning Instructional Designer, fitting her creative writing into the evenings and weekends. She's often found lamenting, "It's hard to write when there are so many good books to read!" So, when she's not immersed in the middle of someone else's fantasy world, she's busy creating one of her own. This world is introduced in her first novel, Never Forgotten, and visited further in her second novel, Current Impressions. Kelly lives in Wisconsin with her husband and two children. They share their home with Clyde the Whoodle and a school of fish. Connect with Kelly: **Recommended for 18+ TITLE : DIRTY BAD WRONG AUTHOR : JADE WEST GENRE ; BDSM , EROTICA ,ROMANCE They call him Masque. I call him God. The man I want to consume me, own me, break me and corrupt me. Yet I've never seen his face. His body ripples like an Adonis, sculpted in steel and dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the chimera - one body, two very different halves. He plays hard. He plays rough. He has no limits. He's so fucking dirty bad wrong. But I love him for it. *** Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. She's got it all - the perfect little life in cosy suburbia, with her perfectly nice boyfriend, and their perfectly sufficient sex life. She's even got her perfect little career plan all wrapped up at Trial Run Software Group. But when it all falls apart, and Lydia's pretty, green eyes are fixed on a brutally sexual stranger - the man they call Masque - she comes to suspect that being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be. For now Lydia wants something she's never wanted before... And she wants Masque to give it to her. **Warning - this novel contains graphic sex, and hardcore elements of BDSM. There are scenes of violence (consensual) as well as sexual practices some readers may find offensive. If you aren't turned on by dirty bad wrong sex then please walk on by. Thank you.*** (please choose one to suit your blog ) The chains above rattle as I jerk in my bonds. My legs quiver, knees trembling, adrenaline pumping. He circles me. I feel his footfalls. Heavy, purposeful. I can smell him, too. He smells of sex, and sweat, and musk. He smells of sin. He smells so damn dirty bad wrong. The tap, tap, tap of the cane against my thighs, so gently. I take a breath. The cane comes to rest, pressing against my skin, and he’s at my side, his lips at my ear. “Steady,” he breathes and his warm breath sends tingles down my neck. He trails a hand up my ribs, and my body flinches. Fight or flight. In my chains I can do neither. And I don’t want to. The glowing heat between my legs gives testament to one simple truth. I want him... the release he delivers through pain... the silky caress of the abyss beyond fear. I want him to break me. I want him to hurt me. I want him to own me. And then I want him to love me. “Tell me what you need, Lydia.” I gasp. His savage hand is on my breast. Gripping, twisting, hurting. My nipples come alive, begging for punishment, and I roll into his touch. It feels so fucking good. I hear my own ragged breathing, the incoherent murmurs coming from my mouth. He kicks my feet further apart, spreading me wide. I struggle to keep my balance, but the cuffs pull tight against the chains, taking my weight. Another tap of the cane on my stomach, harder this time, and then his fingers, teasing me open, grazing my clit. Fuck. Two fingers hook inside, pushing in deep. I hear how wet I sound. He groans his approval. My words catch in my throat, but I force them out. “Pain... I want pain...” I gasp again as his two fingers lift me onto my toes. “I did not ask you what you wanted, I asked you what you needed.” “Pain … please, I need pain …” He kisses my neck, and I’m lost in him, swimming in his darkness. “I’m going to hurt you now, Lydia Marsh. I’m going to mark you, and break you, and own you... and then I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll scream my name. Will I tell you what I need? I need to see you cry, Lydia. You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry.” I screw my eyes shut under the blindfold and take a deep breath. I’m ready. EXCERPT 2 Cara spread her legs like a good girl, pressed tight against the flogging bench with her perky little ass in the air. Just how I wanted her. I knelt down behind, spreading her wide enough to trace my tongue around the tight little ring of her asshole. She squirmed like an eel, and I slapped her ass. Hard. The smack of my palm cut loud across the room. “I said, don’t move.” She stopped squirming. “Sorry, sir.” I savoured my position a moment longer, her glistening pussy just an inch from my nose. I breathed deeply, letting my warm breath tease her. She tensed, but checked herself, keeping still enough to prevent further punishment. God, I needed this. I needed the heady scent of sex, the musky taste of her against my tongue. I needed to feel her jerk and scream as she came, and even then still beg for more. More tongue, and more pain. I’d give her more of both. Gladly. I buried my tongue, lapping at her slit and teasing a path through the folds to her clit. She tasted so fucking good. She moaned, but didn’t move a muscle, not even when I clamped my mouth tight onto her, taking her sweet little nub between my lips. Her scent hammered my senses, and my dick twitched in my jeans. Fuck yeah. I stopped. “What do you want, Cara?” Her answer came within a second. “Your mouth, sir. Please.” “You will remain quiet and still.” “Yes, sir.” “If you move or make a sound, I will spank you, hard, understand?” I saw her pussy clench. Horny little bitch. “Yes, sir. I understand, sir.” “Good girl.” I spread her open, stretching her lips wide apart like a pretty pink butterfly. So fucking pretty. I heard her breath quicken, and almost willed her to moan, just so I could punish her. “You have a perfect little cunt, Cara.” I imagined her eyes screwed shut under her blindfold, all her concentration focused on obeying. I wasn’t going to make it easy. I fixed my mouth onto her, sucking her in. She was already swollen with lust, ripe for my touch. I swirled my tongue, gently, my arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her tight to me. Every muscle in her legs was tense, straining for composure. I gripped her flesh in my teeth as I pulled away, savage enough to make her breath hitch. Make a sound, you filthy bitch, make a fucking sound. She kept quiet. I plunged two fingers inside her and she exhaled everything she had. I curled them forward, finding just the right spot. The cuffs on her wrists jangled as I worked her from the inside, but I let her off this once. My thumb balled her clit, pinning her pleasure from both the inside and out. Her cunt made gorgeous wet slurps, slick and swollen from everything she was taking from me. I closed my eyes to savour the sensation. “I’m going to stretch you open, Cara. You do want more, don’t you?” “Yes, yes please, sir.” Her voice was raspy. I slid in a third finger, and her legs trembled. She tightened beautifully, her greedy little slit sucking at my fingers. I worked her into a rhythm, strong steady movements all the way inside her, echoed by my thumb around her clit. “Please, sir, may I cum?” “No.” Her legs shuddered again, another clink of her cuffs. “Don’t make me punish you, Cara.” She was trying so hard, but the sadist in me couldn’t resist. I increased the pressure, coaxing the nerves inside. They betrayed her, and she bucked against my hand, wheezing out a string of incomprehensible mewls. I pulled away instantly and her knees almost buckled. “I said, no.” “I’m sorry, sir,” she murmured. “I’m sorry.” I got to my feet, kneading the soft skin of her buttocks in rough hands. “I’m going to punish you now, Cara. You need to be punished now, don’t you?” “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” I trailed my fingers up the soft pale groove of her spine, enjoying the way her muscles twitched at my touch. “If you’re a really good girl, I’ll make you cum after.” She groaned and arched her back, jutting her ass out towards me. She’s so fucking good. I didn’t go easy on her. My blows were hard, and fast. Slap after slap across her perfect white flesh. Her ass juddered under the abuse, and soon the sound of her whimpers came loud. Her ass bloomed pink under my hands, rosy and gorgeous, ripening to a deep, dark flush. I coloured her thighs too for good measure, and she let out a squeal as I landed one right on her pussy. She lay flat to the bench, breathing heavy while I gave her a moment. “Your skin is so pretty, Cara.” “Thank you, sir.” I ran my fingernails down her thighs and she gasped, shifting her legs apart like a wanton whore. “What do you want, Cara?” “I want to cum. Please make me cum, sir.” Without warning I grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her head back. “You don’t deserve it, yet.” I kept hold while I slapped her again, watching the tension in her shoulders as I inflicted her punishment. I observed every twitch, every flinch and every tiny moan, watching her careening to the edge of her tolerance, a slow burning arch of pain. It made my dick throb. I finished up as she made a particularly loud whimper. Perfect timing. I watched the rise and fall of her back as she caught her breath. “How do you feel, Cara?” “Amazing, thank you, sir.” She wasn’t lying. Her face was flushed bright and her thighs were slippery wet, but more telling was the smile that spread slowly across her lips. Endorphins kicking in, no doubt. She was flying high. I slid my fingers all the way back inside her, saving my thumb for her asshole. She groaned as I forced it in, and bucked back against me with jerky motions. I allowed her movement this time, back and forward against my intrusion as her chains rattled. My free hand curled around her thigh, circling gently around her sopping wet clit, and with steady fingers I brought her to her peak. I pressed my whole weight against her as she exploded, pinning her to the bench. The restriction sent her wild, and she shuddered against me, squealing like a cat. I didn’t stop until she was all done, withdrawing my fingers with a delicious squelch. I touched them to her lips and she licked them clean. “Good girl, Cara.” Our very first spotlight author is Kelly Risser, who writes YA fantasy romance! Check out her book Never Forgotten below! Never Forgotten Synopsis:
The only things keeping her from coming unglued are some new friends and Evan--the son of her mother's childhood friend--who seems to know Meara almost better than she knows herself. Together with Evan and her friends, Meara embarks on a new journey to unlock the secrets that will not only tell Meara who she is, but what she is. Excerpt -- Meara & her momI felt a stab of guilt for how much Evan consumed my thoughts. My mom needed me. She was struggling with her health. I made a promise to myself to be there for her going forward. I more or less confessed as much to her on our drive to Halifax the next day. Mom patted my knee. “Meara, you’re a teenager, and Evan is your first real boyfriend. I’m happy for you.” “But, Mom…” “No buts. Why do you think I brought you here? If something happens to me…” “Mom!” “Let me finish.” She gave me one of her mom looks. “If something happens, you will be surrounded by people who love you.” She looked at me over the top of her sunglasses. “You are happy, right?” I nodded and smiled at her. “I am.” When we got to the clinic, a quick glance around the waiting room told me Ula wasn’t here. I wished she were. Hearing my mom’s contingency plan made me feel weepy. I wanted a friend to talk to, someone who was going through almost the same thing. Flopping down next to Mom, I picked up the latest copy of People magazine. I quickly buried my nose in it, not wanting my mom to see my tears. Too late. “Meara, are you okay?” I looked up at her. “You’re asking me? Shouldn’t I ask you that?” Her hair was falling out. I noticed a few days ago. She kept it pulled back under a wide headband, but it was thin and wispy, not thick and wavy like usual. That was part of the reason for the haircuts. Mom was getting hers cut short. “I’m fine,” Mom said. “I’m going to beat this. I did it once, and I can do it again.” She smiled at me. I knew she was trying to be brave. I returned the gesture, wanting to be brave, too. Deep inside, though, I worried. She was getting so thin. This morning when I hugged her, I could feel all the bones in her back. The nurse called her, and she stood. I jumped up and hugged her, afraid to let go. “I love you, Mom.” She kissed my cheek. “Love you, too, kiddo. I’ll be back soon.” As I watched her follow the nurse, my only thought was that I wanted things to be as they always had been between us. Everything was changing. Our relationship, our family, was something different, something new. There were my grandparents, Lydia, Katie, and most importantly, Evan. They had changed my life, in more ways than one. Thinking about all of them, I appreciated all that my mom had done for me, moving us here. I was determined that the rest of the afternoon would be just about Mom and me. With all that she was going through, I was determined to make it a happy memory. Author Bio:Kelly Risser knew at a young age what she wanted to be when she grew up. Unfortunately, Fairytale Princess was not a lucrative career. Leaving the castle and wand behind, she entered the world of creative business writing where she worked in advertising, marketing, and training at various companies. Currently, she works full time as an eLearning Instructional Designer, fitting her creative writing into the evenings and weekends. She's often found lamenting, "It's hard to write when there are so many good books to read!" So, when she's not immersed in the middle of someone else's fantasy world, she's busy creating one of her own. This world is introduced in her first novel, Never Forgotten, and visited further in her second novel, Current Impressions. Kelly lives in Wisconsin with her husband and two children. They share their home with Clyde the Whoodle and a school of fish. Connect with Kelly:Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads | Google+ Never Forgotten is FREE on all platforms! Amazon | iTunes | B&N >>Thanks for stopping by! Check out part 2 on Kelly Risser, about the sequel to Never Forgotten !
**Recommended for 18+ Rocking Esme is FREE during this tour, and the others in the series are just 99c/99p! Title: Rocking Esme Author: Kacey Hamford Genre: Romance Cover Designed: Kelly Hamley Synopsis: When shy book worm Esmeralda Black finds a job in her local bar, not even she could have predicted the changes that would take place in her life, or the hardships she would have to face. Surrounded by her old friends and the promise of finding new friends along the way, Esme learns that there is a life for her to lead outside of her kindle - a life not all that different from the ‘Rock’ books she reads. Working in a bar brings its own dramas and Esme constantly finds herself at the centre of the action. As she starts to emerge from her shell, Esme is faced with new experiences and begins to unearth sides to her personality even she didn’t know existed. With twists and turns, drama and deception, and at the heart of it all a rock band, ‘Rocking Esme’ is a story about love, life and finding your inner rockstar! This book contains strong sexual content and language and is intended for readers aged 17+ Add to TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21453507 Buy links: Amazon: http://hyperurl.co/x372o1 ________________ Title: Rocking Scarlett Author: Kacey Hamford Genre: Romance Cover Designer: Kelly Hamley Synopsis: Esmeralda Black has already learnt that finding the man of your dreams doesn’t always guarantee a happy ending. After a traumatic few months, Esme’s journey ended on a dramatic cliffhanger and we pick up with Esme where we left off, and find her in a hospital bed. ‘Rocking Scarlett’ continues with the story of Esme and Jackson and the challenges they face as disaster and drama erupt with the ongoing issues with Jackson’s past. Esme struggles to maintain a relationship with her brother, but this comes with complications, surprises and acceptance. As Jackson’s popularity increases and Flix tour gets ever closer, Esme finds herself trying to cope with new feelings of insecurity . Luckily, throughout it all, Esme has good friends to rely on and with Jackson’s over-protective nature, their future looks secure… or does it? Add to TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21522092 Buy Link: Amazon: http://hyperurl.co/mo9eu9 ______________ Title: Rocking Marcy Author: Kacey Hamford Genre: Romance Cover Designer: Kelly Hamley Synopsis: At a glance you could be fooled into thinking that Marcy’s life would be a happy and lively journey through a series of different men’s beds. But on closer inspection, her life is busy and at times complicated. Drama seems to follow Marcy around in the form of her friends’ lives and as a result of some bad decisions. After a series of emotionless dates and one-night stands, Marcy finally finds love with Rick, the bass player in the up and coming rock band ‘Flix’. But with Marcy’s fiery temper, Rick’s desire to keep her safe and Flix’s tour looming ever closer; will there be a happy ending for Marcy and Rick? Just as Marcy starts to relax and prepare herself for her own fairy-tale ending, she makes a discovery that could cause everything to come crashing down. Rocking Marcy is book 3 in the Rocking Series, but you do not have to have read book 1 and 2 to enjoy Marcy’s story. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18. Add to TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22023555 Buy Link: Amazon: http://hyperurl.co/7hgx31 __________________________ Title: Rocking Ashton Author: Kacey Hamford Genre: Romance Cover Designed: Kelly Hamley Synopsis: When Marcy is faced with tough decisions after facing the loss of her father, will she run or will she stay and fight for her man? Marcy’s story continues in book 4 of the Rocking series with yet more tests of her relationship with Rick and her best friend Esme. With the arrival of Ashton, Rick’s son, Marcy needs to decide what she wants from her life and with her own revelations, both her and Rick have some decisions to make. But with Ashton’s birth mother turning up on numerous occasions, both Rick and Marcy are in for a rough ride, one that will follow them through Rick’s tour with Flix and will penetrate every area of their lives. Rocking Ashton proves to be another rollercoaster ride of emotions that is ‘The Rocking series’. This book is not only steamy, but also touching and at times heartbreaking. The perfect page turner. This book has some sexual content and heavy language. Not intended for people under the age of 18 Add to TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23148632 Buy Link: Amazon: http://hyperurl.co/mn5xhh _____ About the Author; We are two thirty-something females, living in Cornwall, England. We both have full time jobs and manage to squeeze writing in around very busy lives. Last year we joked about writing a book, and in December we actually started writing! On 12th March 2014 we pressed the ‘publish’ button and didn’t breathe for a whole several minutes! We have now written four books, ‘Rocking Esme’, ‘Rocking Scarlett’, ‘Rocking Marcy’ and ‘Rocking Ashton’ and we also have a million other book ideas which we are dying to write! When we first started writing, we didn’t tell anyone- not even our other halves! We decided to tell them about a month before publishing, then about a week before publishing we told our friends and family. We both love reading, and since buying Kindles, reading has become much more of an obsession and we have both discovered authors we had never heard of. Some favourites are… Jennifer Foor, Aurora Rose Reynolds, Kirsty Moseley, Kelly Elliot, Terri Anne Browning, Diane Chamberlain… the list is endless! Stalker links: https://www.facebook.com/groups/253843834800924/ >See our review of Loyalty and Lies here. Book Title: Loyalty and Lies (Chastity Falls #1) Author: LA Cotton Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance Release Date: January 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Eighteen-year-old Savanah Parry just moved three thousand miles across state to escape. The memories…the whispers…the pain. Chastity Falls Academy is supposed to be her fresh start; her salvation. And when Ana meets mysterious Jackson, she begins to think it is. She hasn’t smiled in almost sixteen months; not since the night her life changed forever, and despite her guilt…her loyalty, Ana can’t deny that Jackson is breathing life back into her. With Jackson by her side, Ana wants to believe she can heal and move on. But she isn’t the only one living a lie, and the small private Academy has secrets of its own. All is not what it seems, and Ana is about to find herself in a tangled web of lies; fighting for survival, again. Loyalties will be tested, lies will be told. Welcome to Chastity Falls. Gardner's class was nothing compared to the torture of sitting so close to Jackson in Shakespeare. After his warning to stay away from him, I thought he might pick an alternative seat, but that didn't happen. Instead, he brushed straight passed me, dropped into his usual chair and acted as if nothing had happened. I had to fight back the urge to ask him why he had told me to stay away from me. I mean, it wasn't like we hung out. There had been coffee at the shifty sea front hut…once, and then the embarrassing sprained-ankle-in-the-storm incident. “Today, class, I want us to look at the character Iago…” Professor Shacks’ voice echoed around the small room. “Iago is the voice whispering in Othello’s ear, playing to Othello’s own paranoia and insecurities around his relationship with Desdemona. Of course, Othello trusts Iago implicitly, why wouldn’t he trust his long serving friend and lieutenant? A fact that Iago uses to his own advantage…” Jackson shuffled next to me, and then quickly dropped a white note onto my desk. What now? I sighed, feeling frustrated at his mixed signals. How’s the ankle? Okay thanks I balled up the note and tossed it onto his desk, watching him through the corner of my eye. A slight smirk played on his lips, and it was obvious he was aware I was pissed at him. He started scribbling a reply, which landed in front of me seconds later. I’ve heard coffee (or a banana shake) can work wonders for a sprained ankle… healing properties or something. I scowled at his slightly scruffy handwriting wondering what game he was trying to play with me. Thanks. I’ll make sure I have a banana shake before bed Feeling pleased with myself, I held out the note for him and he plucked it out of my hand, silently laughing when his eyes scanned the words. How about a shake before bed… with me? My eyes blinked. And blinked again, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over my face. Was he flirting with me? I felt thirteen all over again. Mikey Crand used to send me love notes in Biology and me and my friend Lacey would giggle over them. Feeling brave, I handed him my reply. Are you inviting me for a shake? Or to bed? Jackson’s eyes widened and he shuffled slightly in his seat. Take that mister confusing, I thought, pleased with myself. Are you saying yes? I inwardly groaned. Jackson: one, Ana: zero. I couldn’t keep this up without drifting into territory that terrified me. Jackson was the first guy—the only guy—that made me smile… made my stomach flutter… made me feel anything since Danny. It wasn’t the plan, not what I ran to CFA to find, but somehow I had found it. Found something—someone—that made me feel again. Was that enough to try and get to the bottom of whatever was going on with Jackson? Of why he had warned me to stay away? To the shake… maybe Meet me round back five minutes after class I was heading for a one-way trip into purgatory, because as I discreetly watched Jackson out the corner of my eye I knew. Knew there would be no way I could walk away. Right or wrong, sensible or stupid, he had awoken a part of me that I thought I would never find again…and I couldn’t just give that up. Not for all the warnings in the world.~ Ninety-minutes later, I was sitting in Black’s suffering some kind of post-Jackson whiplash. “I’m surprised you asked me for coffee again.” I slurped up the thick banana shake. Jackson watched me, his eyes were more the color of the bluey-green ocean today, than their usual shade. “Actually, I invited you for a shake.” He quipped back. I tried broaching the subject during the ride to Black’s, but he just shrugged me off, talking about the weather. The freaking weather. I was done with his evasion techniques. “After you warned me to stay away from you the other night?” He placed his mug back on its plate and sighed. I watched, captivated, as he ran his hand through his messy dark hair, the longer strands falling back into place, a five ‘o’clock shadow cloaking his jaw. “About that… I may have been a little hasty.” “Hasty?” “See the thing is…” His eyes held mine, smoldering at me, pleading with me. “I’m not sure I can stay away from you.” My lips moved to say something but nothing came out. Jackson watched me intently and I gulped. It felt like he was willing me to agree, to accept that there was a reason we should stay away from each other, but to ignore it. And I got the feeling it was a no questions asked kind of arrangement. “It’d be better for you… for us, if you stay away from me, Ana. But I don’t want you to. I’m too selfish to walk away.” “But-” Jackson cut me off. “No questions. That’s the deal. We spend time together, get to know each other, but you can’t ask any of the questions I know you have swimming round in that pretty little head of yours.” “Okay, but-” His hand found mine across the booth, and his fingers grazed my knuckles. “No questions. That’s just the way it has to be for now.” I nodded. Unsure what I was agreeing to. “You won’t regret it Ana Parry, I promise.” Author of NA Contemporary Romance, L. A. Cotton loves writing about those first looks, first kisses, and happily ever afters. A wearer-of-many-hats, L.A juggles being a full-time mum to two little people with two part-time jobs and college. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find her immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life. LA has two books currently self-published: Fate's Love and Love's Spark. Loyalty and Lies, is book one in her NA college series: Chastity Falls. You can connect with her at: www.lacotton.com www.facebook.com/authorlacotton www.twitter.com/authorlacotton www.amazon.com/author/lacottonTitle: Trancing the Tiger: A Chinese Zodiac Romance Author: Rachael Slate Release Date: February 17th, 2015 Synopsis:Delve into a world steeped in tradition and superstition… After her parents become infected with the Red Death, Lucy Yeoh flees to Malaysia seeking answers. Everything in this closed-off section of the world is paradise—from the lush tropical climate to her sexy new neighbor, Sheng…who just might be delusional. He claims the Plague God unleashed the Red Death and only a circle of Chinese Zodiac spirit animals can cleanse the Earth. Even more, he insists she’s one of them: the Rabbit. Long furry ears and fluffy bunny tail included. He’ll show her how to fight to save the world… As the Chosen of the Tiger, the burden of restoring balance to the world has fallen onto Li Sheng’s shoulders. When he discovers that the ally he’s long awaited, the Dragon, is actually just the Rabbit, Sheng is quick to dismiss Lucy. If only she’d stay dismissed. Lucy’s Rabbit refuses to cooperate, undermining the authority of his Tiger at every turn…and seducing him to the limits of his darkest desires. He’s not supposed to want her. Not when he needs the spirit circle complete and she’s their weakest link. She’ll show him a love worth fighting the world to save… Sheng’s enemies draw closer, and not everyone wants Lucy alive. Together, they’ll have to navigate a treacherous world where a line between duty and their hearts has been drawn between them. They must either sacrifice one, or find a way to surrender to both. Author Bio:Rachael Slate resides on the West Coast of Canada with her husband and two children—or as she likes to call them, her own little blended world. One of the best parts about sharing in her husband’s Chinese-Malaysian culture is definitely the food—and the awesome celebrations!
Rachael writes stories that blend the lines between mythology, reality, and fantasy. In her worlds, you’ll encounter strong, sexy alpha males and the capable women who challenge them. And always, scorching hot romance. To find out more about Rachael Slate, visit her website or sign up for her newsletter to learn about upcoming releases. Rachael would love to hear from you. You can email her at [email protected] or find her on social media here: This week on the blog, we have author Sam Destiny! And I hear it's her birthday today, too! Happy birthday Sam! Find out more about her below: Little Birdy Book Blog: What inspired you to start writing? Sam Destiny: Everyone had their own book boyfriends... I wanted my share - and that's how the twins came to life. I've been writing since long before that though because writing always gave me an escape. LBBB: How long did it take for you to write your first book? SD: I started the story before I ever decided to become serious. Then it took me less than a month for the first version. In total it was September when I started and December when I released. LBBB: How do you come up with ideas for your stories? SD: That's a tough one... They are just there... And then, at some point, the characters take over. LBBB: What is your writing routine like? Do you have a set schedule or are you flexible? SD: Flexible. I write whenever I can. LBBB: What inspires you to write? SD: My best friend. She is probably my biggest fan and always is the model for my females. LBBB: Are any of your stories written from personal experience, or any character traits that mirror yours? SD: Well... No. Maybe. It's a tough one. I guess it's hard admitting any traits are yours. LBBB: When in a slump, what do you do? If you read or listen to music, what are your go-to books or music? SD: I usually switch stories and that seriously helps. If I read, I don't have certain books... Just whatever strikes my mood. LBBB: How do you respond to negative feedback/comments with your work? SD: I didn't get much of that yet (thankfully). I guess it all depends on what is being criticized. So far only the choice of my ending was a problem - and that's personal preference really, so it wasn't that complicated to deal with! ;-) LBBB: What is your writing space like? Do you work anywhere or do you have a special place just for your writing? Messy or clean? SD: I write everywhere, but if I'd have a desk, it would be messy. A lot. LBBB: Do you have a favorite author? Series? SD: J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood; Nicholas Sparks, Elizabeth Reyes' Fifth Street Series LBBB: Any fur-babies? SD: My Dog, Flocke (translates to Flake) and my cat, Dutchess. Author Bio:Once upon a time there was a young girl with her head full of dreams and her heart full of stories. Her parents, though not a unit, always supported her and told her more stories, encouraging her to become what she wanted to be. The problem was, young Sam didn't know what she wanted to be, so after getting her A-levels she started studying Computer Science and Media. After not even one year she realized it wasn't what her heart wanted, and so she stopped, staying home and trying to find her purpose in life. Through some detours she landed an internship and eventually an apprenticeship in a company that sells cell phones. Not a dreamy career, but hey. Today she's doing an accounting job from nine-to-five, which mainly consists of zdaydreaming and scribbling notes wherever she can.
All through that time little Sam never once lost the stories in her heart, writing a few little of them here and there, writing for and with her best friend, who always told her to take that last step. Only when a certain twin-couple entered her mind, bothering her with ideas and talking to her nonstop did she start to write down their story - getting as far as thinking she could finish it. Through the help of some author friends, and the encouragement of earlier mentioned best friend, little Sam, now not so little anymore and in her twenty-seventh year, decided to try her luck as an Indie author. She finished the story of the first twin, Jaden, and realized she couldn't ever stop. So, it is only after five that the real Sam comes out. The one that hungers for love, romance, some blood, a good story, and, at the end of the day, a nice hot cup of Chai Tea Latte. And if the boys are still talking to her, she'll write happily ever after. |
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