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#AuthorInterview with Darlene Fredette

Let’s welcome Darlene to the blog! Thank you for sitting down with me. I love chatting with authors!

What kind of research did you do for Cherry Red? Did you travel, use the Internet, speak with experts on a topic, etc?

I used the internet for my research, which included firefighting terms as well as ice cream recipes. I must admit, the ice cream research was fun and made me hungry.

What process did you go through when you picked your characters’ names for Cherry Red?

I already had the heroine’s name ‘Carly’ picked as I plotted the storyline, but I was stumped for a strong hero name. I went on Facebook and asked my family and friends for name suggestions. I received many great ideas, and not only did I get the hero’s name ‘Noah’, but I also chose names from their suggestions for a few secondary characters.

Do any of your characters take over and write the book themselves sometimes? Who?

Both Carly and Noah are strong characters, and they took on a life of their own. Their story was fun to write, probably because they led the way. A couple of other characters also wanted their voice to be heard, such as Carly’s best friend and brother.

What do you prefer: ebook or print? Why?

I enjoy both. I mainly use my tablet to read, but on a warm summer’s day, I like to read outside but the sun casts a glared on the tablet screen, so a paperback is best for those days.

How long have you been writing? When did you decide to become an author?

I’ve been writing a long time, so long I can’t remember the exact date. I started writing during my late teens (well over thirty years ago). I wrote a young adult romance in a notebook. I never finished that story and I’m not sure what happened to that notebook. I’ve been writing ever since (though not full time), but thankfully I saved the rest of my stories.

Blurb:

This summer, ice cream entrepreneur Carly Redd’s only focus is expanding her business—until she’s coerced into attending her ex’s engagement party. Showing up without a date is unthinkable. She reluctantly agrees to be escorted by her brother’s co-worker, although doing so breaks her rule of not dating firefighters.

The daughter of the town’s fire chief should wear a Do Not Touch sign, but firefighter Noah Harding’s interest blazed the moment he saw Carly. Agreeing to be her fake boyfriend is a no-brainer, but convincing Carly to trust him with her heart is harder than extinguishing a fire.

Overstepping the platonic-only rule is as dangerous as fire and ice swirling into a tempting combustion.

Excerpt:

“This might seem like a strange question, especially since we’ve just met, but would you be interested in going out for a coffee? Or an ice cream?” Noah rested an arm on the bar.

Carly glanced down at her jeans and black T-shirt embroidered with the company name and logo…a cluster of red cherries. In a room full of women all dolled up in fancy—and some a bit scanty—dresses, why would this incredibly handsome man ask her on a date? “I appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested…”

Noah raised a brow. “I know you like ice cream, so is it the coffee, or me?”

“What? No. I mean, yes.” She took a second to collect her scrambled thoughts. “I like coffee. I just don’t hang out with firefighters.” Not that he was a real firefighter. Did impersonators count in her rules of men to avoid? She never dated a stripper, but she wasn’t sure she could have a relationship with a guy who was paid to take off his clothes and have other women fawn over him. Not that the guy asked her on a date…just a simple coffee. His frown made her feel badly. “I’m sorry. It’s nothing personal.”

“Burnt in the past? No pun intended.” He smiled.

She couldn’t help but smile back. “Something like that.”

Buy Links:

This link will bring you to my website which has links to all distributing sites for my books.

Universal Purchase Link: http://darlenefredette.blogspot.com/2021/04/my-books-purchase-links.html

Author Bio:

Darlene resides on the Atlantic Coast of Canada where the summers are too short, and the winters are too long. She writes contemporary romances with a focus on plot-driven page-turners. When not working on her next book, she can be found with her husband, her daughter, and her yellow Labrador.

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Do you want to win a gift card?

Great news! To celebrate the upcoming re-release of A Hero’s Heart–my spicy, second chance, romantic suspense novella–I’m giving away a $30 digital gift card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice).

Sounds awesome, right? But what do you gotta do?

It’s easy-peasy. Fill out the Rafflecopter below, but to earn the most points, PreOrder yourself a copy of A Hero’s Heart. It’s only .99 cents. Grab it from any online retailer, and email me a copy of the invoice. That’s it!

The contest will end on November 9th. I’ll contact the winner soon after. Open Internationally.

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Blurb

Lies. Betrayal. A million-dollar bounty.

After an undercover mission goes awry, DEA agent Jarrett Brandt hides out in the last place he wants to be—his hometown. Now he’s stuck with his judgmental parents and the memory of his perfect brother hanging over his head. His one bright light? Marissa Reinn Brandt—his high school sweetheart and former sister-in-law.

Marissa lost Jarrett once before. No way will she let him back in; then her son offers him their guestroom. His wicked charm and smoldering stares are hard to resist, but she’ll make him work to reclaim his spot in her bed.

When his enemies close in, how will Jarrett keep Marissa and her son safe, or will he lose his shot at redemption?

Interested in an Excerpt? Here you go…

Jarrett seethed. Fuck it. He’d make peace with Joel’s death in his mind—no need to see the damn tombstone. He trudged back through a few inches of snow and strode down the cracked sidewalk. Rock salt crunched under his boots.

“Jarrett, wait!”

His heart somersaulted. He flipped around as the woman who haunted his dreams hurried down the hill. Her curly, snow-flecked auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders like silken strands. The grin splitting her face sucker-punched him. She jumped into his arms, and the impact knocked him back a few steps. The sweet aroma of sugar cookies filled his nostrils. Had she been baking that morning? Or maybe she’d bathed with dessert-scented body wash?

Idiot! He better not think about her bathing—or her naked flesh. Period.

She grabbed his back and burrowed closer to his chest.

“Marissa.” A shudder rolled through him. How many times had he dreamed about holding her again? He should have married her, fathered children with her, and lived his life to make her happy.

Instead, he’d chosen something just as intoxicating and beautiful to his ignorant mind and abandoned her on the curb outside his family’s home.

She leaned back with tears shining in her puffy, dark-green eyes. “It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise.” Jarrett licked his dry lips and released her. “It’s hard to believe so many years have passed. You still look eighteen.”

Marissa hid a laugh behind her hand. “You’re still a charmer. God, I’ve missed you. So much has happened here. What—where do you live now? How are you?” She shrugged as if she didn’t expect him to answer. “I mean, how long will you be in town?”

“Probably just today. My parents weren’t thrilled to see me.”

She flicked a button on her gray pea coat. “Your mom was, but this time of year is hard for them, for all of us.”

His cheeks burned. “Their opinion of me doesn’t matter—never did. All that really mattered was yours.”

“It was always high, but you still didn’t stick around.”

He flinched and backed up. “Marissa, I’m sorry. You remember how it was, right? I always butted heads with my dad. I needed to live my own life.”

“Harold Brandt can be hard to handle sometimes. It’s his way or nothing. In your father’s defense, though, you needed a firm hand.” She stumbled but righted herself as something bumped into her from behind. A pair of little arms wrapped around her legs. She smiled and half twisted to ease the child out from behind her.

What the fuck? Jarrett normally saw everything and everyone around him, but he hadn’t seen the child coming toward them. After everything he’d been through, he knew better than to lose sight of his surroundings.

“This is my son, Jason.” She ruffled his dark, damp hair and grabbed the fuzzy blue hat from his hands to stuff it on his head. “Sweetie, I’d like you to meet your uncle.”

Tension dug into his lower back as the kid clung to Marissa’s black slacks. The boy—no, he had to call him by his name—Jason, would be his son if he hadn’t run away. He definitely saw his brother’s eyes and nose—his eyes and nose—in the boy’s face.

“Since you found the obituary, I’m sure you know Joel and I married. Jason was two when we lost him.”

He nodded. Even though he had no right to bitch about who she dated after him, why did she pick his brother? And why the fuck did Joel cross that line and marry her? Marissa should’ve been off-limits. Wasn’t that part of the brother code?

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#GuestPost #NewRelease – “Rajasthani Moon” by Lisabet Sarai

Fear of Flying

It would have been much faster to fly.

Alas, Cecily Harrowsmith—special agent for Her Majesty the Queen, expert in the martial arts of three continents, past mistress of princes, potentates and the occasional prime minister—was afraid of flying. She despised herself for this weakness, but not enough to board one of the Empire’s sleek, viridium-powered airships, strap herself into her seat and hope for the best.

Thus begins my most recent release, Rajasthani Moon, a book that deliberately defies categorization. It contains elements of the steam punk and paranormal sub-genres, plus quite a lot of moderately extreme BDSM and a M/F/M ménage. It features a kick-ass Rubenesque heroine, a billionaire Rajah and a sexy, deliciously disreputable bandit. It flirts with non-consensual fantasies and lesbian attraction. It has some funny moments, not infrequently associated with sex. Oh, and it’s a romance, with what I hope is a sublimely satisfying happy ending (although I won’t tell you who ends up with whom!)

Writing this book involved taking risks. I’ve observed how readers cling to their favorite genres. I’m breaking rules right and left with this novel. Will the market embrace my mash-up? Or will readers run away in droves, terrified of the unfamiliar?

Producing the same sort of stories, again and again, can be comfortable. It may help sales, too. To grow as authors, though, we have to leave safety behind. We must step out onto that high pinnacle of creativity and let go, defying the fear that we’ll plummet ignominiously to the ground. We have to get over our fear of flying.

MF/MMF Steampunk Shifter BDSM Erotic Romance
52,600 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005359492
ASIN: B09DBMLQQG

#steampunk #bondage #discipline #Victorian #BDSM #India #Bollywood #BBW #analsex #curse #espionage #dirigible #menage #shifter

Tag line

Neither kink nor curse can stop a woman on a mission.

Blurb

A bandit prince cursed into beast form under the full moon.

A brilliant but sadistic Rajah whose robotic sex toys mingle torture and delight.

A voluptuous spy on a mission from Her Majesty, tasked with discovering Rajasthan’s secrets.

She has never faced such a challenge.

When Rajasthan refuses to remit its taxes, the Queen calls on her most lethal and seductive secret agent, Cecily Harrowsmith. Cecily expects to have little difficulty persuading the rebellious Rajah to submit once more to the Empire. Instead, she is the one forced to submit – to endure unprecedented extremes of pleasure and pain.

Kidnapped by the ruler’s half-brother Pratan and delivered into the hands of the handsome but depraved Rajah Amir, she soon finds herself fighting against her own lascivious nature as much as the schemes of her captors. Her sympathy for the moon-cursed wolf-man Pratan only complicates her situation. Cecily has never failed to complete an assignment, but now she risks betrayal by both her body and her heart.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been re-edited, revised and updated for this release.

Snippet

“Stop there, Miss Harrowsmith. I doubt I should trust you to approach me more closely.” The voice was deep and mellow, with a lazy, smoky quality that reminded her of full moons and autumn bonfires. The man’s English was practically perfect. His lilting accent only added to the charm of his utterance.

She found herself almost eager to obey orders delivered in such a lush voice.

“Kneel up. Let me look at you.”

Cecily tried to keep her gaze averted as she complied, though she was desperately tempted to see if the ruler was as handsome in the flesh as in his portrait.

His chuckle sent a shimmer through her, something like shame but hotter and sweeter. “Very nice indeed. If all of Queen Victoria’s minions were as delectable, we might be more willing to return to her fold.”

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

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#MFRWHooks – How would that thick hair feel against her skin?

Book 2 in the Arresting Onyx series
5-Flame Romantic Suspense

Blurb

Injured Parole Officer Jeremiah “Jim” Borden never expected Calista Barlow, the sassy blonde waitress he’s craved for months, to ring his doorbell. She slips into his heart—and his bed—but he’s obsessed with a gangland investigation that threatens his career and maybe even his life.

Calista doesn’t trust easily, not with a daughter to protect and the stalker who keeps calling her. After her violent ex-boyfriend returns, she finds solace in Jim’s arms.

Jim may have to forego his need for answers to protect the ready-made family he adores, but how will he and Calista escape an unseen enemy that is always one step ahead of them?

Tagline – When threats escalate, will Jim and Calista succumb, or fight for a love they can’t deny?

Excerpt

Calista entered her bedroom and her mouth dropped open. Oh, God.

Her date reclined on her bed as though he starred in a photo shoot. Candlelight flickered across him. The sultry gleam in his eyes arrested her, holding her captive. His sexy smile weakened her knees. None of her past lovers rocked a pair of classic black slacks and a crisp white dress shirt like he did. His chest hair, a few shades darker than the locks on his head, poked from the parted fabric and teased her.

How would that thick hair feel against her skin? Soft? Coarse? Just right?

Jim was spread out for her pleasure like a Christmas present. She wanted to unwrap him, layer by layer. Maybe he should unwrap himself, so she could enjoy the show.

She let her gaze travel the length of his body to the bulge pressed against his zipper. Perfect. He was hard already. She licked her suddenly dry lips.

“Stare all you want, but it’s more fun to touch.” He patted his thigh, the invitation clear.

“I’m tempted.” She cocked her hip. “I guess the blueberry clafoutis can wait, but you’re a little presumptuous to think this is how the night would end.”

Then again, she did mention having breakfast together. What did she expect him to think?

“End? Honey, we’re just getting started.”

She laughed, grasped the hem of her blouse, and pulled it over her head. Her favorite perfume scented the room, and she picked up the bottle. “You like?”

“Hell, yeah. A lot.”

She sprayed a few drops on her fingers, caressed the pulse at the base of her throat, and dragged her touch down between her breasts. His guttural growl teased across her nerve endings, shooting rockets through her belly. She shimmied her skirt down her hips and kicked aside her heels. A red-satin bra-and-panty set sheathed her body. She locked her hands together behind her back before involuntarily covering her breasts and stomach.

“Damn, look at you. Come here, Calista.”

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#NewRelease – “Monsoon Fever” by Lisabet Sarai

Historical multicultural MMF erotic romance
15,000 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP 
ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463164501
ASIN: B0994WZP4B

Tag Line – Why not enjoy the flesh that the gods have given you?

Blurb

When a charismatic lawyer arrives at their remote Indian tea plantation, he tempts a married couple with forbidden carnal delights.

Priscilla and Jonathan have grown apart. Anil Kumar, solicitor to Jon’s father, enchants both Priscilla and Jon with his beauty, poise and wisdom. Will the illicit cravings he excites be the final stroke that destroys their marriage? Or the route to saving it?

Excerpt (R-rated)

They stood facing each other in the parlour, a triangle of muddy, dishevelled bodies. Now that the emergency was over, no one knew what to say. An awkward silence filled the spaces between them. Tension crackled in the humid air.

Priscilla looked from one man to the other. Jon’s hair was matted with dirt. There was blood smeared across his naked chest, but thankfully, she did not see any wound. Anil’s fine suit was torn in two places, with the pale lining gaping out of the gashes. He was barefoot, the sucking mud having swallowed his shoes. A dark bruise swelled above his right eye.

She knew that she looked no better. Her filthy hair stuck to her forehead in damp strings. Her clammy skirt clung to her thighs. Her blouse was in tatters, the seams split from her exertion. Her lace camisole, now a muddy brown, was clearly visible.

They were tired, battered and bruised. But they were alive, when not everyone had been so fortunate.

Inexplicably, her heart soared. These two courageous, compassionate men—they had saved lives tonight. She felt blessed by their presence, full of joy, power and love—for both of them. 

She walked over to Jon, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him, open-mouthed. He was tentative at first, but in a moment he became eager, pulling her to his chest and mashing his lips against hers. He smelled of earth, iron, and sweat, masculine, intoxicating. Priscilla’s nipples became hard little pebbles that set up exquisite vibrations each time they brushed his flesh. He reached behind her, grabbing her buttocks and forcing her pelvis against his. The hard bulk of his erection prodded the mound at the juncture of her thighs. Her sex, already damp, gushed in response. Boldly, she reached down to fondle his cock through his trousers. Her quick squeeze made him gasp.

Before he could completely recover, Priscilla moved away from him to Anil. The native’s dark eyes followed her every gesture. The hint of a smile played across his full lips. He met her kiss halfway, sinking his tongue deep into her mouth while massaging her breasts. Priscilla feathered a quick caress across his swollen groin before breaking the embrace.

She took Jon’s hand in her right, Anil’s in her left, and led them toward the bedroom. “Come,” she told them. “I think that we all need a bath.”

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, BookBub, BingeBooks and Twitter

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#MFRWHooks -“Your bra would be at the bottom of the stream. I guarantee it.”

Book 2 in the Arresting Onyx series
5-Flame Romantic Suspense

Blurb

Injured Parole Officer Jeremiah “Jim” Borden never expected Calista Barlow, the sassy blonde waitress he’s craved for months, to ring his doorbell. She slips into his heart—and his bed—but he’s obsessed with a gangland investigation that threatens his career and maybe even his life.

Calista doesn’t trust easily, not with a daughter to protect and the stalker who keeps calling her. After her violent ex-boyfriend returns, she finds solace in Jim’s arms.

Jim may have to forego his need for answers to protect the ready-made family he adores, but how will he and Calista escape an unseen enemy that is always one step ahead of them?

Tagline – When threats escalate, will Jim and Calista succumb, or fight for a love they can’t deny?

Excerpt

He patted his belt, then frowned and looked down. “I forgot. I feel naked without my firearm.”

He’d stored the holstered pistol in the glove box after arriving at the fairgrounds.

“I’m sure you do. You wear it all the time, even at home.”

“Just a precaution.” He smiled as she walked her fingers across his warm, lightly tanned arm, bypassing a bruise. “Open carry is illegal in this state, so I couldn’t bring mine here with the way I’m dressed. It’s too damn hot to wear a blazer.”

“As long as you keep your firearms away from Lacey, I don’t mind if they’re in the house. I had a long talk with her about gun safety the other night, and she knows not to mess with them.” Calista tightened her fallen ponytail. The sun blazed, threatening to melt everything on the ground, including her. “I can’t believe it’s so hot. What time is it?”

Jim checked his watch. “Around six. Things should cool off by nightfall.”

“Too bad there aren’t any water rides. I would try to bribe the carnie to let us go again and again without getting back in line.”

“No way. Mia did that when she was a teenager. She’d flirt and ride for free. Too many of those guys thought a free entry or one with no wait meant they could get into her pants.” He tilted up Calista’s chin with his fingers. “I’m not in the mood to get into a fight tonight.”

“Ah, my knight in shining armor.”

“Damn right. If only the fair offered a romantic boat ride, I could get you alone for a few minutes. We would sail down the tunnel without a care in the world.”

“We wouldn’t come off that ride fully clothed.” He chuckled and kissed her. “Your bra would be at the bottom of the stream. I guarantee it.”

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#MFRWHooks -“Your bra would be at the bottom of the stream. I guarantee it.”

Book 2 in the Arresting Onyx series
5-Flame Romantic Suspense

Blurb

Injured Parole Officer Jeremiah “Jim” Borden never expected Calista Barlow, the sassy blonde waitress he’s craved for months, to ring his doorbell. She slips into his heart—and his bed—but he’s obsessed with a gangland investigation that threatens his career and maybe even his life.

Calista doesn’t trust easily, not with a daughter to protect and the stalker who keeps calling her. After her violent ex-boyfriend returns, she finds solace in Jim’s arms.

Jim may have to forego his need for answers to protect the ready-made family he adores, but how will he and Calista escape an unseen enemy that is always one step ahead of them?

Tagline – When threats escalate, will Jim and Calista succumb, or fight for a love they can’t deny?

Excerpt

He patted his belt, then frowned and looked down. “I forgot. I feel naked without my firearm.”

He’d stored the holstered pistol in the glove box after arriving at the fairgrounds.

“I’m sure you do. You wear it all the time, even at home.”

“Just a precaution.” He smiled as she walked her fingers across his warm, lightly tanned arm, bypassing a bruise. “Open carry is illegal in this state, so I couldn’t bring mine here with the way I’m dressed. It’s too damn hot to wear a blazer.”

“As long as you keep your firearms away from Lacey, I don’t mind if they’re in the house. I had a long talk with her about gun safety the other night, and she knows not to mess with them.” Calista tightened her fallen ponytail. The sun blazed, threatening to melt everything on the ground, including her. “I can’t believe it’s so hot. What time is it?”

Jim checked his watch. “Around six. Things should cool off by nightfall.”

“Too bad there aren’t any water rides. I would try to bribe the carnie to let us go again and again without getting back in line.”

“No way. Mia did that when she was a teenager. She’d flirt and ride for free. Too many of those guys thought a free entry or one with no wait meant they could get into her pants.” He tilted up Calista’s chin with his fingers. “I’m not in the mood to get into a fight tonight.”

“Ah, my knight in shining armor.”

“Damn right. If only the fair offered a romantic boat ride, I could get you alone for a few minutes. We would sail down the tunnel without a care in the world.”

“We wouldn’t come off that ride fully clothed.” He chuckled and kissed her. “Your bra would be at the bottom of the stream. I guarantee it.”

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#GuestPost #NewRelease – “Cinnamon and Sugar” by RW Richard

FINDING YOUR MUSE(S)

When I write I search for a model who is what I think my hero and heroine look like. I try to capture them in the process of struggle, since the arcs of the story and scenes are so important. In this novel, Cinnamon & Sugar, published by The Wild Rose Press, the two models attached are exactly how I pictured them. In the story, Alicia, is compared favorably to any number of young starlets. Humphrey when first seen melts Alicia’s resistance, but she’ll struggle on.

A NOTE regarding recent events. People have told me I stole the beginning of the story from the violence in D.C. 2021. I can’t write that fast. If ever you send a manuscript to a publisher you can expect at least a year to go by before it’s out. My story is about how love knows no boundaries. Two lost souls find each other impossible, but discover they can’t live without each other’s help.

WHEN I was caretaking my daughter, I read to her from my draft manuscript that I have since dedicated to her. I read to keep her mind off her pain and that she might have to leave soon. I never imagined her reaction. She cried, yes, of course, it’s a tear jerker, but it was more than that. It was how she loved, lived, and taught. She, being who she was, instructed a professional writer (me), on changes she wanted (demanded). Since it was on a subject (racial hatred and brother and sisterhood) that caused her to march just like her old man did with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., she made me promise I get a “real” publisher and, “Dad can you help my boys?” I said, “yes, honey, all the royalties will go to them.” So, Lani became my third muse and 1st angel. The story is rated PG.

Blurb:

Humphrey Bertrand’s genius-level IQ can’t help him find his moral compass. His family is filled with racial conflicts and he struggles to find his own way. But he cannot let anyone drown, regardless of their skin color. Alicia Bloom, a gifted valedictorian and poet runs away from an abusive situation. While she is thankful to Humphrey for saving her life, she doesn’t want to be tied to anyone. When an attempt on her life forces them to hit the road together to stay one step ahead of a murderous maniac they wonder if their dreams of a future will be put on hold permanently.

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cinnamon-Sugar-RW-Richard-ebook/dp/B08PMPC9S8

Barnes & Noble paperback: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cinnamon-sugar-rw-richard/1138420307?ean=9781509234158

Barnes & Noble ebook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cinnamon-sugar-rw-richard/1138420307?ean=2940162824152

Excerpt: 

A sweaty Alicia left the poolside gym, at the Marriot, near Dartmouth, New Hampshire. The pool and poolside were devoid of people except for Humphrey. She ogled him while he sprinted the butterfly up and down the outdoor sapphire pool. Droplets danced on his wide shoulders and lats. His incredible body caressed the waters, producing a smooth trowel the length of him. Every part of him made her yearn for a lover named Humphrey. On the run with the world’s cutest boy, one must avoid freefalling off a cliff. Rocks often awaited at the bottom.

He still put up makeshift curtains between their beds, but it had gotten cold at night.

She ran to their room and changed into a red, white, and blue bikini she had bought in Cambridge, but coming out on the deck, she chickened at the idea of getting wet.

He stopped his exercise and allowed his shoulders to slack, likely exhausted. He gawked when she sauntered over to near the pool’s edge in the patriotic swimsuit, and there he sloshed in water, mock fanning himself. Boys. But she was tickled to the point she almost squealed. Oh, he liked her figure all right.

He waved. “Come on in.” And saluted her.

True they still had the pool to themselves, so nobody would laugh at her awkwardness. “I don’t know how to swim.” She squinted from the bright sun.

“I can teach you.”

He tossed his goggles on to the deck next to his towel.

What kind of teaching would this be? Would he touch her body? How could she resist him? But the water reminded her of the Potomac drowning, and the boy reminded her that she could drown in desire. Her heart beat fast, a crazy cross between fear and desire, and unfamiliar waters.

Author Bio:

Bob Richard, pen name RW Richard is published by The Wild Rose Press. He’s a member of RWA and RWASD. He has a BS in Physics and an MBA in management/marketing from St. Joseph’s university. He was a champion swimmer. Is a chess master with State titles (CA NJ NY). He won best contemporary romance of the year and other awards. So far he has written nine books.

Social Media links:

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#NewRelease – “A Kinky Christmas Carol” by Lisabet Sarai

A Kinky Christmas Carol:
Gay BDSM Romance
By Lisabet Sarai
Gay, paranormal, holiday-themed BDSM Romance
21,000 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP 
ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005878955
ASIN:B08QGYYBY4
Hashtags/Keywords
#GayHolidayRomance  #BDSM  #Dominance  #Submission  #Bondage  #Flogging #Paranormal #MM #Ghost 
Tag Line – The ghost of Christmas Future…

Blurb

Michael dreams of being a slave. His lover Neil has no clue about his dirty desires; Michael’s too ashamed to share his submissive fantasies with his burly, powerful partner. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.

Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom named Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they’ll share if he breaks up with Neil.

Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie with Neil?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound with the title Tomorrow’s Gifts. It has been revised and re-edited for this release.

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/8527-a-kinky-christmas-carol-gay-bdsm-romance/
Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08QGYYBY4
Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08QGYYBY4
Smashwords –  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1058955
Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-kinky-christmas-carol-lisabet-sarai/1138471310?ean=2940164759179
Kobo –  https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/a-kinky-christmas-carol-gay-bdsm-romance

Add on Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56328426-a-kinky-christmas-carol

Online Excerpt

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2020/12/a-kinky-christmas-carol-newrelease.html

PG Excerpt

I woke with a start, not knowing why. Neil had rolled over; he lay on his side of the bed with his back to me.  All at once I felt terribly alone.

Golden light filtered up the hallway from the living room. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. Had we forgotten to turn off the Christmas tree? But no, I remembered flipping the switch before we left for the party. Neil was always concerned about the danger of fire.

What was it then? Something out on the street in front of the building, an emergency vehicle or something? Those lights would be red, wouldn’t they?

Trying not to wake Neil, I crawled out of bed and tiptoed barefoot down the hall. The closer I got to the living room, the brighter the light became.

The tree was in fact lit, the multicolored bulbs twinkling in a spiral pattern. Someone had kindled the candles on the mantle, as well. However, these were not the source of the golden glow.

A young man lay sprawled on the sofa – an exceptionally handsome man. His flawless skin was bronzed as if he spent most of his time in the sun. His ragged, honey-colored hair hung down over one eye. He had high cheekbones, a prominent nose, ripe lips with a slightly cruel cast. Despite his fair hair, his eyebrows were dark.  They arched gracefully over eyes that held me transfixed – brilliant, wise, all-seeing eyes.

The man wore leather, so supple and tight that it showed every well-sculpted muscle of his powerful body.

This exotic stranger was emitting the strange illumination.  The light surrounded him like a halo. When he moved, it ebbed and flowed as though it were alive.

I must be dreaming, I concluded.  But who would have believed that I could dream up such a gorgeous guy?

“Good evening, Michael.”  His voice was like honey, too, sweet and smooth flowing. It made my mouth water. I realized that I was naked and half-erect. I didn’t care. Wonder and arousal overwhelmed me.

“Um – good evening… Who are you? How do you know my name?”

The stranger swung his long legs off the couch and stood up. The light shimmered around him. My eyes were drawn to the bulge at his groin.

“I’m your lover.”

A stab of guilt shredded my sense of well-being. “Uh – I have a lover.  He’s asleep in the other room.”

“I’m your future lover.”

“My future lover?” I felt stupid, parroting him, but I didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve come from the future, to give you a glimpse of your life with me. To help you decide.”

This time I knew what he meant. He was talking about leaving Neil.  This was just a guilt dream, based on my musings before I fell asleep.

“You’re not real.”

“Of course I’m real. Touch me.”

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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#NewRelease #GuestPost – “Ghostly Interference” by Jan Sikes

WRITING SEX SCENES

If you are a romance writer, you will at some point have to write a sex scene. While this may not hold true for everyone, for me, sex scenes are the the most difficult and yet exciting to write. There is a fine line between a well-written sex scene and erotica. Or perhaps there’s no line at all. It’s simply the words you choose to use.

There are all kinds of sex scenes with all different levels of heat, from the kiss-fade-to-black and mild groping, all the way to full frontal erotica that tests the limits of our taboos. Sex scenes actually can and should serve a real purpose in the story.

A sex scene can complicate or resolve a relationship. Sex can be used as one of the bad, impulsive, very human decisions that a character makes. Done right, a sex scene is a brutally accurate barometer about the psychological, physical, and emotional state of a character. Sex scenes can deepen our immersion in the world, identification with the characters, and indulgence in the fantasy and suspension of reality. Finally, sex can be used to explore some of the most profound ideas about human relationships, gender roles, and power.

So how do you write an effective sex scene?

I once took a workshop on this subject, and one thing the instructor said that stood out to me is, “If the sex scene you are writing does not get you hot and turned on, then you’re doing it wrong.” That’s one way to look at it.

I like focusing on what the characters are internalizing rather than the physical act itself. elf. Let me share with you a short scene from my new book, GHOSTLY INTERFERENCE.

EXCERPT:

Jag let his fingers drift down her jawline to a silky strand of hair. His lips almost grazed her cheek. Instead, he pulled away. He didn’t want to do anything to break the mood and send her hightailing it. “Hey, our hot chocolate is getting cold, and I have an idea I think you might like.”

“What?”

“Come here. I’ll show you.” He crossed the distance to the far side of the living room where the stereo and bins filled with vinyl sat.

“Wow.”

“Let’s look through these and see if we can find some Damien Blue albums.”

He pulled the bins out into the floor and they sat down.

“It’s kinda chilly over here. Think we could drag them over by the fireplace?” Rena rubbed her arms.

“Sure. But you’ll have to help me. They’re heavy.”

Together they pulled three bins in front of the fireplace. They sat cross-legged with their backs to the fire and thumbed through.

Rena squealed when she pulled out a Janis Joplin album. “Oh, this is my favorite of hers. Will you please put it on?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Jag bounded to his feet, and in less than a minute had the album on the turntable and had rejoined Rena.

Every time their hands brushed, Jag couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him. The fact that she was in his house and wasn’t mad at him anymore was beyond what he’d dared to hope for.

“Here.” She opened a Jethro Tull album cover.

“Look at all the stuff hidden in this artwork.”

Jag leaned over and their heads touched while he looked where she pointed.

The closeness, warmth from the fire, and music on the turntable created a sort of magic. Desire, more powerful than any he’d ever felt, snaked up his spine and lodged low in his belly.

He placed a hand under Rena’s jaw and turned her toward him. Then he leaned down to satisfy his hunger for the taste of her.

She softened against him, and he deepened the kiss. When he slipped his tongue between her parted lips, she gasped and gripped his arm.

The world seemed to stop spinning and time stood still.

Jag groaned as his need grew, and he finally broke the kiss and sat back. “I’ve wanted to do that since the minute I laid eyes on you. You have no idea how beautiful you are.” He reached to touch her silky hair. “And you have the most kissable lips on the planet.”

She grinned. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He ran his fingertips across her lips. “Anything.”

“I wanted to kiss you too.”

A slow grin formed, and he pulled her into an embrace. He let his fingertips slide down her jaw and neck as he captured her mouth.

Rena was all that he wanted. She was everything he’d forced himself to stop dreaming of, everything good and right, everything that completed him.

***

I’d love to hear your thoughts on writing sex scenes!

BOOK BLURB:

Jag Peters has one goal in his quiet comfortable life—to keep his karma slate wiped clean. A near-miss crash with a candy apple red Harley threatens to upend his safe world. He tracks down the rider to apologize properly. Slipping into a seedy biker bar, he discovers the rider isn’t a “he”, it’s a “she”, a dark-haired beauty.

Rena Jett is a troubled soul, who lives in a rough world. She wants no part of Jag’s apology, but even while she pushes him away, she is attracted to him. When he claims to see a ghost—her brother—can she trust him? And could her brother’s final gift, a magical rune stone with the symbol for “happily ever after” have the power to heal her wounds and allow opposites to find common ground—perhaps even love?

BOOK PURCHASE LINKS:

AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Ghostly-Interference-White-Rune-Sikes-ebook/dp/B08KW1KFMW/

BARNES & NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ghostly-interference-jan-sikes/1137871003?

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