Monday, June 24, 2013

What's Hotter Than a Firehouse Book Tour? With Chasity Breeze!

Today we have Chasity Breeze's Firehouse Diaries book tour! She has a lovely excerpt and blurb for you, and then stay tuned to the end to fill out the Rafflecopter for a chance at some kick-ass prizes--books and swag! Try not to lick that cover through your computer screen. HOT STUFF!


The Firehouse Diaries, Entry Three: "Born of Fireworks" Blurb!

Just out of a bad two year relationship, her paraplegic mother dying of heart failure and her criminal attorney father in prison the past six years for taking bribes, Rheagan Baumy has had enough. With the job she loves in LA offering a chance to move back to her home town of Bennett, Colorado, Rheagan plans to visit her long time best friend, Serafina Torres, who still lives there, for a couple of weeks to get the ball rolling on her move. With the pictures and stories that Sera would email, Rheagan planned to have a hot summer fling with one of her mess of smoking hot firefighter friends she was always talking about. From the looks of these hunks in the pictures, any one of them would serve her purpose. But, when Jake Polanski enters the equation, her plans quickly change to more than just a fling. One look from him and she’s like hot molten lava.

Jake Polanski has been a fireman at Station #12 for the past couple of years and had become good friends with each member of the crew. He’d already been friends with Chance Raeburn since college, along with Sera Torres and McKenna Phelps. He’d had his share of beautiful women, but never anything serious enough to be a steady relationship. He never had the desire to have one either. But once he laid eyes on the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, the desire for something more in his life came crashing down on him like a meteor. Having Rheagan Baumy was all he could think about from the moment he saw her walking toward him in that damned bikini at the Fourth of July celebration at the lake. With the whole crew there gawking at her as if they'd never seen a woman before, Jake's protective and possessive instincts kicked in and he made his move the first chance he had.

Fireworks exploded, both in the night sky and between Jake and Rhea. Their feelings for one another morph into something much bigger than they ever imagined. But, danger lurks nearby and triggers catastrophe. Lives are endangered, including Rhea's. Trapped by flames deep in the woods by the lake in a cave, she fears death and never seeing Jake again. But, when he comes to her rescue only to be trapped by the raging inferno, as well, a misunderstanding throws a monkey wrench into Jake's plan to make her his for good. Under Rhea's misconception that Jake only wanted a good time with her, he flew into an angry rage and unwittingly attacked her.

Excerpt Three

Jake sighed as he watched her dancing in the bright moonlight that had fallen over the lake as the last of the painted orange sky faded away, knowing that he was being ridiculous thinking that she was sent to him by fate. He shook his head and chuckled reaching for her wrist.

“Come here, angel.” He growled as he pulled her back against him, making sure she could feel the aching bulge in his shorts. He cupped the back of her head and her neck with his big hands and forced her head back. “I need to taste you, now.” He muttered with a shaky voice as he slid his fingers from their hold on her, untying her bikini top at the edge of her hairline.

Rheagan shivered at his words and gasped as the piece of tiny scrap fell from her C cup globes and Jake stood back to take in the sight of her. “You’re perfect, Rheagan.” He reached out with his right hand to gently cup her left breast from underneath with only his fingers. He examined her in awe, barely caressing her sensitive skin around the pert orb, causing her nipples to harden into little pink pebbles. “I’ve never seen more perfect breasts.”

He smiled crookedly at her when she blushed clear down to where his fingers teased her skin. He leaned toward her and buried his face in her neck, kissing, licking and nipping at her skin. Working his way down her shoulder, his hands found the bottom string of her bikini top and pulled it free from her body, tossing it to the ground and wrapping his arms tightly around her, pulling her in with one hand on her bottom and the other up between her shoulder blades. His lips found hers and his tongue demanded entrance, taking what he wanted and giving all he had.

Rheagan fisted her fingers in his dark hair just on top of his head and moaned, throwing her head back as his lips moved from her lips to her throat and worked their way down skillfully.

Her breathing grew heavier with each nip of his lips trailing down to her perfect breasts, his whiskers enticingly scratching her skin. He took the right one first with his mouth, circling the nipple with his tongue then pulling it into his mouth softly at first as his right hand kneaded her left breast, rolling the nipple with his fingers. Then he suddenly sucked her nipple into his mouth with a hard pull, causing her to scream out from the painful pleasure, simultaneously pinching the other one hard between his fingers.

“Oh fuck!” She cried out with a heavy breath. “Jake, please.” She begged.

He smiled against her skin as he slid his mouth to the other breast, repeating the sweet torture from the first one.

“Aye! Fuck that hurts so good!” She cried as he continued to suck her nipple, distracting her from his hands untying her sarong and letting it pool around her feet.

His right hand slid stealthily across her hip and down her thigh, moving to the inside just above her knee. His fingers began a torturous walk up her shaking thigh toward her little blue thong, covering her almost completely shaved pussy.

A quick intake of air froze her as Jake raised his head and looked into her eyes lustfully, his fingers finding what they were searching for. He stared into her eyes as his forefinger trailed the seam of her thong so softly it drove her mad with want.

Her minty breath was hard on his face as he carefully slid the garment to the side and painfully, slowly drove his fingers through her pussy lips, finding her sopping wet and oh so hot.

“Mmm…anxious, aren’t we?” He murmured huskily as he moved over her wetness gently and explored her pussy from her clit to her anus. She kept her eyes locked on his as he caressed her so intimately. Neither of them smiled…the only look they had was one of unbearable lust and passion for the other. Such intimacy with a man I just met…I must be out of my mind.

She ran her tongue over her pert lips, her eyes still locked with his as she began to move up and down, trying to get more, to feel more.

“Mmm.” He let out a throaty growl. “You like that, angel?” He asked huskily. His lips parted as they moved up and down together to the rhythm of his fingers caressing her, not moving inside even a little.

Rheagan’s head fell back and her eyes squeezed shut. “Oh God…Jake p-please.”

Jake added a little pressure as his fingers found their way back to her aching clit and she moaned in a low guttural voice that wasn’t hers. Her legs spread further for him to access her better and she whimpered when he backed her up to a stone pillar and dropped to his knees and lifted her left leg over his shoulder. The stone was cold and smooth, but not slick. Her arms fell behind her, reaching down around it for support.

He watched her as he parted her pussy lips and inspected every little piece of satiny skin first with his eyes, then with his fingers, feeling of her folds as if testing the sensitivity of her throbbing pink skin. He wanted to know where she liked to be touched. He needed her to feel sweet rapture when she came.

“Beautiful, my angel.” He whispered in a throaty voice. “I want you to tell me where you like to be touched…what makes you feel good.” He muttered as he felt his way around her labia.

Rheagan moaned at the sound of his deep masculine voice and the unusual request he’d given her. No man had ever cared to actually ask before.

His fingers moved gently over the bottom of her sensitive valley and she moaned, unable to speak words. “There?” He asked, watching her intoxicating expression.

She nodded feverishly.

“Good.” He whispered then moved his fingers up through her crevice, dipping them in ever so slightly.

That warranted a cry from her and she arched her back, wanting to take in more of him. “Please, Jake.” She begged.

“Mmm…not yet, sweetheart. I’m just getting to know your sweet spots so I can pleasure you properly.” He moved his fingers a little deeper and up just in front of her G-spot. “How about here?” He asked hungrily. “Do you like for me to touch you here?”

“Oh God, yes! Yes!” She cried, her anxiety driving her to the edge of madness.

He growled. “Good. Now I have to taste you and make you come, hard.” He said with promise.

He held her open wide and saw her juices dripping from the bottom of her opening. His tongue quickly worked to lap it up, just where she likes it and she jerked, arching her back and nearly falling. Jake steadied her and stood to ease her onto her back. The floor of their little pavilion was soft and sandy. She lay back, her eyes on him, watching as he smiled at her and keeping their eyes locked, he slid down her body and between her legs, spreading them wide with his hands on the inside of her thighs, pressing them down.

She was completely open to him. The breeze blew on her wetness and she shuddered as his tongue raked slowly from just above her anus to her very ready hot pussy, delving inside a bit and moving up to flick her clit. She jerked the moment his hardened tongue flicked her nub and Jake pulled the small veil of skin back, exposing the swollen nub completely for him to torture sweetly. “And, do you like it when I do this, Rheagan?” He asked, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently.

He smiled up at her as she tried to watch him. “You’re so beautiful, Rheagan.”

His breath on her was so warm and the feel of it nearly sent her over the edge. Anticipation had her begging him to take her and stop this sweet torture. She wanted, needed to come.

“Jake…please!” She cried.

Jake mercifully obliged and sucked her clit into his mouth hard and drove one long finger into her neglected pussy. 

Rheagan screamed at the sensation of him sucking so hard on her and driving his thick finger…now two fingers deep into her furiously, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s it, baby.” He said huskily. “Let go, come for me. Now.”

A tingling sensation came over her entire body as she let go and as she arched her back, she could hear the loud boom of the fireworks show beginning and as she looked up into the darkness the colorful explosions filled the air. Her own stars began to explode all around her like the fireworks in the night sky, a delicious whirlpool flooded down from her tummy to her pussy walls and she screamed as the sensations overtook her.

Jake withdrew his fingers and covered her pussy with his mouth, his tongue replacing his fingers. He lapped at her inside and out in a frenzy as her juices flowed, being careful to hit her sweet spots he’d found for her. When he could tell that she was falling back down to earth, he plunged his tongue in deep and sucked on her pussy, taking all he could get of her sweet juices.

Damn, she tastes so fucking good! He couldn’t seem to stop even when she did. He didn’t miss a drop and made certain he didn’t by stroking her long and hard with his entire tongue from bottom to top.

Rheagan couldn’t believe the magnitude of her orgasm. She’d never had one like that before and as Jake’s tongue continued to invade her and he sucked hungrily on her pussy, she felt the swirling of another orgasm coming on.

“Jake!” She cried. “I think I’m gonna come again!”

Jake quickly moved from between her legs and up her silky soft body, kissing and caressing as he went.

“Yes, sweetheart, you are.” He murmured. “And I’m going to come with you."


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Drawing will be open from June 24, 2013-June 30, 2013, 12:00 a.m. (Central Time Us/Canada)

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 1 pair of Bottle Top Bling “Fireman’s 4” earrings (featured in Born of Fireworks)
1 copy of The Firehouse Diaries: Burning Rain
1 copy of FHD: Maximum Heat Wave
1 copy of FHD: Born of Fireworks
1 complete set of The Firehouse Diaries (All three Entries)
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1 copy of Love Lights: First Sight by Ana B. Ronning
1 copy of Birthday Wishes by Braxton Cole
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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Pauline Allan Chats About The Gilded Lily-#menage #spotlight

Today we have a spotlight on Gilded Lily, Pauline Allan's newest menage release from Loose ID! The cover is a feast for the eyes and the story one for the soul as these three characters overcome heartache to reach their happily ever after. 




Pauline Allan chats about The Gilded Lily 

"The Road to Sacred is Paved by the Profane."

Many people ask me what was the inspiration for my new release, Gilded Lily. The story was built on a complex foundation of pain, growth, and fulfillment. My personal life shaped the words, bringing three people together to share the heartache of having what is just out of their reach. As I moved to redeem myself, my characters journeyed through the pages making this book my cathartic event. 

Gilded Lily is set in the heart of Louisiana. Baton Rouge was inspired by a fisherman. I was sitting in a bar off Bourbon Street in New Orleans when a man asked where I was from. I told him and he said he was from the red stick. I quirked my brow. In his Nawlins' draw he said, "Baton Rouge, the red stick." The setting was cemented into my brain and the story progressed.

Tony's character is an intense, broken man. His "voice" was inspired by a song. "Colorblind" by The Counting Crows hypnotized  my emotions and embedded the melody of his life into my psyche. When I found a photo of the model Marco Dapper I knew I had found Tony.      

Adam was a soldier I met in New Orleans. He was between tours in Afghanistan and struggling to find his peace in the civilian world. His eyes were shrouded in pain while his smile told me he  longed for something he would never find. Adam too had a song. "Broken Bridge" by Daughter Darling.

That brings me to Lily. My dear submissive found her way onto the pages through the ghosts of my past. I left my grandmother's funeral and locked myself in my makeshift office for three months. I grieved through the sound of my fingers clicking on my typewriter. Yes, a typewriter. Several years before the concept for this story developed I had visited a BDSM club and studied the participants. I knew how I felt and quickly realized it wasn't a mirror image of the people there. I knew the blackness that came with pain. I knew the loneliness of rejection. I knew the desperate need for discipline. I was a religious studies major in college and the concept of the sacred versus the profane always fascinated me. I threaded that theme through Lily's story. Her profane desires were redeemed because she is a woman. Sacred. Her song, "Tear in Your Hand" by Tori Amos pulled Lily's story through my heart.

My experiences are delicately laced through the story of three people winding along their paths as their journeys progress. Much like myself, redemption is needed, acceptance is elusive, and desperation lurks for these three characters who were gracious enough to live for a moment in my life.


Gilded Lily Blurb

Adam's ferocious sexual appetite for submission has left him frustrated and alone.  He turns to the photo in his wallet. The woman's full lips smile with laughter. The yellow sundress hugs her soft curves. The beautiful muse. His elusive flower.

Lily has a dark secret. A submissive without a Dominant, her life had derailed with grief, solitude, and rejection. Until a mysterious stranger's erotic education led to unfathomable pleasure.

Tony knew Lily's training would be his last attempt to escape the void in his life. An experienced Dom with the very nature of his control shaken, he has to run. There's one last responsibility to take care of before he can leave.

Lily, his once timid sub, is testing her boundaries and craves more. A love he can never give.
Tragedy leads Adam to Lily's plantation in Louisiana. While packing his brother's belongings, Tony offers the one precious thing Adam could never deny. The submission of his elusive flower.      

The clock is ticking. Tony wants freedom. Adam demands total submission. Lily must choose. Does she cling to the safety of Tony's commands or risk the rejection of Adam's love?

Either way, a submissive's trust is a fragile thing. Once's lost forever.


           An Excerpt from Gilded Lily           

          “SEE, YOU CAN’T hit in the same place twice,” Tony said as Adam listened carefully to Tony’s detailed instructions. Tony pointed to the dark pink marks he’d just made. “And never on the front of her body; she doesn’t like that.”
            Adam nodded, accepting the instruction. Both men were kneeling on the bed, watching Lily as she squirmed underneath their inspection. Tony, naked, and Adam, with his cock still hard, methodically discussed Lily’s marks.
            “And you have to snap it. Let the leather do the work, not your heavy hand,” Tony said as he flicked his wrist and smacked the lash on her left buttock. “Check her. You’ll see this gets her wetter than anything. She craves it. Truth be told, I trained her to accept what she needs, and in her own subtle way, she taught me how to give her what she most desires. “
            Adam slid his hand between Lily’s spread thighs and rubbed the soft flesh covering her clit. She rolled her hips and murmured her approval into the pillow. He explored the depth of her slick core, then looked over at Tony and smiled. The way Lily’s body responded so readily amazed him. She was a beacon of senses, acting on instinct and waiting to be pleased. The last thing he wanted to do was harm the one woman he believed could heal his soul. This—the taming of his beast—was something only Lily could do. If this was what pleased her, then he would do whatever it took to show her he was ready for the challenge of bringing her pure pleasure.
            Lucky for him, they had the same desire. He wanted to dominate every aspect of her body, teach her to find power in her submissiveness and find happiness in his arms. He vowed at that moment to keep her safe. He would wield the belt, the thin strips of the flogger, or the whisper of a feather to bring her strength in knowing that she was owned. She was safe to explore her desires without fear of judgment.
            He had to give her at least that. She brought him peace in her touch and compassion in her submission. He would never be able to repay that debt. He had to be diligent when opening himself up to her desires. Whipping was not a punishment, but an act of caring. Binding was not a force of power, but a way for her to find release in the safety of knowing she was wanted. With every part of his being, he wanted to bring her the things she cherished most.
            Adam took another breath and watched as the end of the belt licked the gentle curve of her lower back. He had begun to run his fingertips along the pink flesh when Tony pulled his hand away.
            “Stop—you don’t want her to come.”


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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Just Ask on the Colors of the Rainbow Blog Jump #MFRWColors

The winner was randomly chosen by my author friend, Lynne St. James who had absolutely no clue what I was trying to accomplish when she picked a number. LOL 

The winner of a copy of Just Ask or Ripped is: 

Yay! Thank you to all who participated! 


MFRW Colors of the Rainbow Bloghop

Welcome to the MFRW Colors of the Rainbow Blog Jump!
Have a seat, some munchies and stick around to enter to win an e-copy of either of my m/m novels: Ripped or Just Ask.

Hi, I'm Mia Downing! I write hot and emotional erotic m/m romances, ones that curl my very stoic editor's toes with breathless delight. Well, that's what she says. I'll let you be the judge of that. Speaking of the editor, she's the reason I wrote Just Ask. They wanted a book to fill their Boys Of Summer line, and she knew I could write fast. At first I was intimidated--it wasn't a genre I had ever expected to write, though I had started reading them and LOVED the chemistry of two men on the page. There's something raw and frank about it that I just love. 

So I started writing. I chose the island setting because the line needed to show boys/men frolicking in the summer sun. Check. I work with horses, so a cowboy hero would be easy. Check. Find another hot hero with some angst issues. Check. I was all set! Until my editor informed me at 18,000 words that I needed to wrap it up. Uh, why? Well...the word count for the submission was 20,000 words. I had neglected to ask that. So, instead of hurrying this one along, I finished it up and wrote Ripped for the Boys of Summer line.

How about a sample of something fun? The set up: Ryan McCale has ended up with an impossible business partner. Jordan Hill wants to sell Bendura Island Resort lock, stock and barrel. Ryan has only a weekend to sell the positives of the island, and so far he's failing miserably. But what he decides is the evening needs yet another challenge for the stuffy businessman to take on! 


And now, an excerpt from Just Ask...

“You need a challenge,” Ryan informed him.

“My life is filled with challenges, the most recent one finding a blue, Hawaiian shirt," Jordan said.

“And you succeeded.” Ryan swallowed his misgivings and decided to leap into the challenge pool with both feet. Hopefully, the challenge pool was filled with water or something, or he was failing miserably. 

Ryan stood and yanked his shirt off over his head. He glanced at Jordan, sitting a little taller in his chair, his chest rising a little quicker. Ryan unbuttoned his shorts, slid down the zipper, and let them fall. He’d gone commando, so he was naked in the moonlight, semi-erect, and he hoped to hell he didn’t scare the shit out of Jordan. “Let’s go, Hill.” 

“Where?” Jordan’s entire frame had gone rigid in his chair, eyes wide. His Adam’s apple bobbed, once, twice.

“We’re going to swim in an ocean. Naked, because I bet you’ve never done that, either. Knock off two bucket list items in one stone’s throw.” 


“Chicken?” Ryan crossed his arms over his chest. He could see Jordan fighting the urge to cast his gaze down Ryan’s naked body. His lips curved into a slow smile. “Last one in buys beer tomorrow.” 

Jordan hesitated a second, then stood and yanked his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it. The shorts hit the ground next, then his boxers. He was every bit as hot naked as Ryan had anticipated. All lean muscle, his cock semi-erect as well, his skin pale in the torch light mixing with moonbeams. They’d remedy the paleness this weekend, too. But first, a dip.

“Ready?” Ryan challenged. “It’s a straight shot to the water from here, nothing in the way, nothing in the water. Just run and dive, or you’re buying beer.” 

The dim light danced off Jordan’s deep brown eyes and the conflict warring behind them as he glanced down the beach to the shimmering water. His gaze, unreadable, intense, snapped to Ryan’s. But Jordan nodded, drew in a breath, and nodded again. He took the step to the edge of the porch where the railing opened up down three, wide steps to snow-white sand. “Ready.” 

“Then go.”

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Leave me a comment with your email and I'll use Random.Org to select a winner! 

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Monday, June 10, 2013

A Chat and More With Master's Author, Raven McAllan!

Today we have the lovely and talented Raven McAllan chatting about her newest release from Evernight Publishing, Master. The cover is absolutely divine! And I'm sure you'll be hooked when you get a peek at an excerpt. Grab your drool bibs, ladies, and contain the urge to shove dollars in Master's waistband. You will get spankings for that. 

~Mia ~


Hi, I'm Raven McAllan! 

When I first started to write Master, I had no idea what a roller coaster ride it was going to be for Caden and Anna. Or in fact for me. I knew some of their background, but oh boy, were they stubborn. At times it was like pulling hen's teeth to get them to open up and tell me their story. You see I'm what's called a pantster, and totally character driven. Once I start writing, they tell me what's happening. Yeah, I thought I was mad at first when I realized it didn't matter how much I plotted, my stories went where they thought fit, not where I wanted. Once I accepted that, I really began to enjoy myself. It's great fun to discover what happens next.

The more I wrote of Master, the more I learned about the complexity of life. The expectations and burdens we put on ourselves and other people, often unwittingly. And then the problems that can lead to.

It seemed that so many people go through life without really communicating, and that's what happened with my hero and heroine. Communication was not uppermost. Oh they thought it was, but seriously? Not at all. And that lack of communication is really the basis of the story. Which is ironic, because it revolves around BDSM, and communication in the lifestyle is paramount. But there again, without their problems, I wouldn’t have had a story now would I?


Blurb for Master

Cade and Anna are both caught in the same nightmare...

When Anna ran from Cade fifteen years ago, his pride stopped him from going after her, but he had never forgotten his wife and sub.

When he finds her again at a BDSM club in Glasgow, he is determined to get answers.

Anna ran from Cade, convinced she cannot be the sub he needs. Plagued by nightmares her only way to cope is to reject her need to submit.

When she is forced to confront her fears, can Cade and Anna find common ground, or is the nightmare simply going to continue?


And here's a wee tease…

"Here's the details of the guy I was telling you about." Linsey waved the document in her hand. "It's a real coup getting him to agree to guest here, I tell you. Evidently, it’s a rare occurrence when he guests. He'll be here in a day or so to look round." She handed the slim file to Anna, who took it and started to read the typed pages. The name jumped out at Anna and spots floated in front of her eyes. There was a strange ringing noise in her ears; her pulse raced, and her skin went clammy.
Oh hell, don't let me faint. Not here, not now. Let me tell her. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't form the words. A week, wavery croak was the best she could manage. Anna began to hyperventilate, and for the life of her couldn't stop.
"Anna, what's wrong?" Linsey pushed Anna's head down. "Take deep breaths, come on now, you're fine."
Am I? I'm not so sure. However, Anna did as Linsey told her and gradually the ringing disappeared, and her vision cleared. She gulped in air and wiped her forehead on the tissue Linsey handed to her.
"Don't move." Linsey left the office. Anna couldn't have moved if she tried. Her legs felt like jelly, and pins and needles bombarded her skin like tiny hailstones. Linsey re-entered the room and passed Anna a glass of water. "Drink it slowly and tell me what brought that on. Are you pregnant? Am I going to have to try to knit booties and have coal around for you to eat?"
That made Anna smile, albeit a somewhat small grin. "Not a snowball in hell’s chance of that. No, it's just you okayed this guy." She handed the form back, hoping her hands didn't shake.
Linsey scanned the form. "Yeah? Well, what's not to accept? I'm really over the moon with this. He's a well-respected Dom. Great form, even better credentials, and all his subs rave about him. We're honored to get him. He's very picky where he demonstrates and only does a couple of guest nights a year. He has the choice of anywhere in the world to go, and he chose to come here. I was gobsmacked, I tell you. We'd have them queuing to the border to get in if we advertised. What a coup. So, as I said, what’s not to accept? I should be genuflecting all the way to his base and back again."
Now how could she answer that?
With the truth.

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Nosy links…

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…        (my page)

Friday, June 7, 2013

A Suspenseful Cover Reveal for Spy Games: Endgame!

OOH, it's finally here!!! 

What, you ask? 

Why, my cover for Spy Games: Endgame, to be released by The Wild Rose Press very soon!

It was created by the incomparable Diana Carlile (check out her blog for more cover goodness: Designing Diana

But first, a quick excerpt to get you in the mood. This is a bit from when Aaron decides to entice Charlotte to a game of five minutes in the closet. He wants a chance to melt her panties, so she throws caution to the wind and sets her timer on her phone for five minutes. It's technically their third kiss (The first at Jake's wedding, second in Aaron's foyer when she unties him) but this is by far and beyond the hottest one yet! 

The closet scene from Spy Games: Endgame by Mia Downing

“Kiss me,” Aaron commanded, his voice firm yet deceptively soft, his breath hot on her lips.
Charlotte shivered slightly, not expecting to hear this voice at all. It stoked a fire deeper inside, beckoned to a need just as dormant as desire had been. She leaned and was rewarded with his hot mouth slanting over hers. It was quick, almost chaste.
But he found her lips and kissed her again, quickly squelching any thoughts that he was done. His mouth claimed hers hungrily, exploring the top, the bottom of her lip. His hands never left her hair, though, his fingers madly gentle against her scalp, massaging. When she tried to slip her tongue between his lips, he tugged her hair, breaking their kiss.
“Not yet,” he whispered, kissing just below each eye.
“Seconds are ticking,” she whispered back, annoyed.
“Wait,” he demanded, and she felt his lips smiling against the skin of her cheek.
He kissed her lips again, a little harder, a little longer, massaging, teeth biting her bottom lip. Her breathing quickened and desire began to bubble, like a pot waiting to boil. Then his tongue finally ventured between her lips, and a shock of pleasure rocked through her at light speed. The moan that escaped shocked her. He drew her closer, his fingers wrapping tighter into her hair, deepening the kiss, tongue thrusting against hers.
The air stirred, his mouth still on hers as he straddled her legs. His firm thighs imprisoned hers, his ass pressing gently to her lap. There was still no contact from his chest, just his thighs, his hands in her hair. He was able to bear down on her mouth a bit in this position, his tongue hotter, more insistent, demanding.
Oh, yes, this was what she needed, and she gave into the desire, allowing it free rein in places it hadn’t tread in a long time. She reached out, her fingers spanning his hard, smooth chest, and he grabbed her wrist.
He lifted his mouth from hers. “No touching.”
“I said outside the clothes. Not my fault you don’t have a shirt.”
“My game now. No touching.” He took both of her hands in his and pressed them each at the side of her head, against the shelf. His lips found her cheek in the darkness, and he slid them over to crush against hers again, his tongue easing in, tangling. She struggled a bit, and he held her harder, kissed her firmer. Desire flamed, and the bubbling inside her stomach morphed to full boiled lust. She wiggled her legs and bent one knee, her thigh coming in contact with his ass, so firm. If she raised higher, she might come in contact with—
The timer dinged.
No! She swallowed, frantic.
Aaron raised his mouth from hers, his breath ragged, matching hers. “Well? Panties melted?”

Hell, yes. “Maybe you should check.”

So here it is, my cover for Spy Games: Endgame.

Yay! What do you guys think? I love it. It's got danger and suspense, plus that back is too sexy! Thank you so much, Diana! 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

F-R-E-E to Good Home: Double Her Fantasy by Randi Alexander

Today I'm helping out a fellow The Wild Rose Press author and friend, Randi Alexander! Her amazing menage, Double Her Fantasy, is FREE on Amazon June 4-8! And who wouldn't want to take this book home? A hot actor and his cowboy brother team up to give a comic book artist double her wildest fantasy! Yummy! 

And not only do you get a free book, but you can enter for a chance to win this awesome stuff:  

Sexy Nightshirt and Two Other Fun Prizes

And now, a few words from Randi Alexander! 

Hi - I’m Randi Alexander, and I’ve got a couple fun things going on this week. My erotic menage romance, Double Her Fantasy, is free at Amazon June 4 - 8. Published by The Wild Rose Press, it’s a hot and romantic story that I hope you’ll enjoy.

Drop by my website for multiple chances to win a cute nightshirt (sizes S - 3X) with my tagline printed on it, a big coffee mug, or a handy flask necklace. 

Click HERE (to Randi's Website) to enter.

Double Her Fantasy Blurb: 

At a comic book convention, artist Megan Shore is thrilled to meet action movie hunk Garret McGatlin. Usually reclusive, Megan flirts with the leading man of her sexual fantasies. He invites her to his suite for a drink, but when she arrives, his rancher brother Trey opens the door and unleashes Megan's cowboy fantasy. Both men pour on the charm, and she can't decide which of them she desires more.

The McGatlin brothers have shared women, but none of them were like Megan, irresistible and perfect for both of them. Working together, they execute a potent seduction. During a hot, amazing week, the three-way relationship becomes emotionally charged. When they're thrown into the media spotlight, Megan fears the exposure will trigger a past threat. Garrett and Trey need to prove they can keep Megan safe as well as happy and satisfied in their arms.

Available at:

Excerpt from Double Her Fantasy 

Still on the floor, Garret bent Megan’s leg and massaged slowly along her calf.

Trey bent her other leg over his shoulder and just looked at her pussy. “Damn,” he murmured.

Open and vulnerable to him, she let herself enjoy the decadent pleasure of her cowboy just staring at her, wanting her.

“You're so pink. Your pussy lips are wet and glistening with your girl juices.”

Her thighs tightened, her leg on his back inching him closer. “Yes. For you.”

His lips curled into a wicked grin. “Yeah, for me. I'm going to eat this sweet pussy you're offering me.” His tongue traced her mound, her freshly trimmed hair, the sensitive skin at her thighs.

Garret ran his fingers along her thigh as he crawled onto the bed. His hand slid over her hip, and onto her stomach. “Nothin' for me?” She loved how his Texas drawl came out when he was aroused.

Her fingers, which had gone still when Trey began his ascent between her legs, slid over her nipples, hiding them from Garret's view. “Kiss me, wild man.” Her wicked smile was meant to taunt him, her hands covering her breasts meant to entice.

He laughed. “You've been watching too many movie trailers.”

Lacing her fingers in his wavy hair, she tugged him close. “You're every woman's fantasy.”

“Hey!” Trey's voice roared from between her legs. He chuckled. “What am I? A cow patty?”

“Just do your job, big brother.” Garret smiled at her. “We're having a moment here.”

She giggled then gasped as Trey captured her clit and sucked. “Oh, jeez, I changed my mind.” Rivers of heat flowed from her pussy, up her spine, flooding her brain. “Cowboy fantasy…right now.”

Trey moaned as he sucked, nibbled, and lapped at every inch of her throbbing lips.

Garret leaned down and kissed her, his mouth taking hers with firm control, his tongue sliding along the seam of hers lips until she opened for him. Being kissed like this, two mouths, two tongues…her hips bucked as she twisted her tongue around Garret's, becoming the wild one, starving for him.

“She's close, Garret.”

Garret slowed the kiss. “I know.” Kissing his way along her jaw, he lay beside her and lifted her arm over her head and held it down. “Trust us, beautiful. You're gonna like this.”

Her domination fantasy raged like a forest fire. What would they do to her? What amazing, seductive lesson would they teach her?

Trey licked up her belly, around her breast, and along her neck. “I can't fucking get enough of you.” His growled words shook her, shuddered through her, peaking in her nipples and between her legs.

Trey lay on her other side and lifted her arm, holding it the same way Garret did. The men looked at each other. She could almost hear the silent communication.

Trey cupped her breast and took her nipple into his mouth, gently nibbling and rolling it. Garret slid his hand down her side and under her thigh, lifting it slightly, opening her to his fingers. He touched her swollen, wet lips.

Her universe expanded then contracted. One blond head at her breast, the other sexy man's fingers tracing her pussy.

Trey's hand eased down her stomach and lay over her mound.

“Oh, yes.” If he touched her pulsing clit, she'd explode.

Garret leaned in and kissed the top of her breast. “Too much?”

“Not enough,” she breathed.

Trey lifted his head and smiled at her. “That's our girl.”

The men glanced at each other. Each took a nipple into their mouth.

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I hope you like Double Her Fantasy, and good luck in the contest!

"Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied"

Double Her Fantasy is free in digital format at Amazon