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Jianne Carlo *waving hello*
Happy Release Day Everyone! I’m celebrating the release of my paranormal Viking romance: Viking Vengeance. Isn’t the cover delish?
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Jianne Carlo, and I write erotic romance in several genres: paranormal, contemporary, time-travel, fantasy, military (hot SEALs), and Viking historicals. Since I hate being bored or writing the expected, I combine multiple genres often. My latest Viking Vengeance trilogy is a combo historical, paranormal, and fantasy.
My motto is simple: Alpha Me Please.
While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are my forte, I go weak in the knees for warriors and alphas. Send me a man with an attitude and I’ll find the right woman to tame him.
I love hot, spicy food and stomach-plunging park rides. My Viking husband of thirty-five years, and three, handsome grown sons keep me on my toes. There’s nothing I like more than hearing from readers.
How about a hot and spicy healthy dish to start the day?
Two Sliced Hard Boiled Eggs
2 TBSP Tomatillo Guacamole
2 TBSP Tomato Salsa
1 Slice Canadian Bacon Cooked Crisp
Directions:
Arrange Egg in one layer on plate
Spread a thin layer of guacamole over slices
Sprinkle salsa over everything
Crumble bacon and sprinkle on top
EAT and enjoy
Here’s the recipe for the Tomatillo Guacamole – it’s absolutely more-ish!
Ingredients
3 avocados – peeled, pitted, and mashed
3 tomatillos, husked and chopped
1 red onion, finely chopped
3 roma (plum) tomatoes, seeded and chopped
3 blistered jalapeño chilies, seeded and minced
1/4 cup finely chopped fresh cilantro
1 1/2 to 2 tablespoons lime juice salt and pepper to taste
Mist the jalapenos with olive oil and set them under a broiler on high to char and blister them
In a medium bowl, mix avocados, tomatillos, red onion, roma tomatoes, jalapenos, cilantro, and lime juice. Season with salt and black pepper. Cover, and refrigerate at least 45 minutes before serving.
Enjoy!
Stay tuned for my threaded contest and a list of prizes
Cheers,
Jianne
Headin’ Back West to Ryder, Kansas (Adult Excerpt)
Earlier in the party, I posted an excerpt from my newest release, Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys. I’m going to backtrack and share a bit of Ryder history with you. In Travis Coller’s own words about his home town:
“A little different from what you’re used to?” He spread his hand
out before him. “No Saks Fifth Ave here, baby. We’ve got Mrs.
Kindle’s Bakery, Scarlet Pearson’s Seamstress Shop, and Mick’s
Hardware.” He pointed to a small park at the corner of the road.
Children ran through ornate fountains. Couples walked down the
cottonwood-lined paths that wound along the lush green grass. A
gigantic bronze statue of a man in nineteenth-century attire stood at
the entrance to the grounds. “Ryder Park.”
“Who is Ryder?”
“George Ryder was the founding father of this town over a
hundred years ago. He built it up as cattle country. Slowly
incorporated more than just a ranch. His youngest children opened up
specialty shops to accommodate travelers passin’ through. His eldest
son took over the family business.” Travis veered down the road
following the park. “About two miles up from here, you’ll come to
Ryder Ranch. A modern-day dude ranch. It’s a popular vacationing
spot. Ryder allows guests to watch how they work cattle, but keeps
the cattle ranch separate from tourists. We’ve got money in the
herds.”
Time to heat things up in the swimming hole. Here’s an excerpt from Siren’s bestseller Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 1.
xoxo
Rhea
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, sex toys, HEA]
Lexi Barrett is on the run from her ex-boyfriend after witnessing him kill three men at his Manhattan nightclub. When her car breaks down on a barren interstate outside Ryder, Kansas, she fears the chase is up until a sexy cowboy comes to her rescue. With little money and no place to turn, she accepts help from the stranger who stokes a fire inside her not even the summer sun can outburn.
Travis Coller and Brent Standon have been searching for a woman to complete their relationship. Lexi’s lucky breakdown in their small town makes one fact clear—the sexy city filly is a perfect match for them. They know she needs help beyond car repairs, and offer her protection from the dangers stalking her in hopes of winning more than a roll in the hay.
When her past arrives in Ryder, Lexi is forced to decide whether to walk away from her cowboys and the passion they have shown her, or stay and risk losing them forever.
Excerpt:
Brent pinched her nipples and gave them a little tug. She sucked
in a sharp breath. His teeth scraped along her neck, up to her ear.
“We’ve been aching for you, Lexi. So much it drove us mad not
claiming you together last night,” Brent whispered. His tongue
followed the shell of her ear. A spray of goose bumps rolled over her
flesh.
“I don’t think either of you will fit where you’re intending to go,”
Lexi said, lowering her voice to a sexy husk, at last giving into her
desires. She circled her hand around Travis’s cock as he stepped out
of his jeans. His body stiffened, his eyes lifting to hers. The intensity
lighting those dark eyes snatched her breath and left her itching in her
shorts.
“I’ll work you very, very slow. First with my fingers then I’ll ease
the head of my cock into that tight little hole and slide inside your
body until you are wriggling and on the brink of going mad with
pleasure,” Brent whispered.
Oh, she was already on that brink. Being in the presence of these
two men sent her straight to a peak of anticipation unlike any other.
As it was, she had never experienced an orgasm like she had the night
before.
Travis gently unfurled her fingers from his cock and lowered
himself back to his knees. Brent gave her aching breasts a tantalizing
squeeze before his hands dropped to her hips.
“Up. Time to get these lil’ things off you.”
Lexi straightened up on her feet, the sandy bottom of the pond
sifting up between her toes. She wiggled them, enjoying the feel of it
underfoot. Simplicity, something near unobtainable in the city,
surrounded her and she loved every aspect of it.
The morning sun warmed the water along her skin and heated the
wetness between her legs. Travis had her shorts open in a blink, and
together, he and Brent peeled the clinging denim from her legs.
“Damn,” Travis cussed on a heavy breath. Lexi looked down at
him as he leaned toward her uncovered body. Brent’s rough palms
came up to her rear and kneaded the globes, spreading her flesh.
When she felt his tongue run along her crack, she startled. “Easy,
filly.”
She gripped his shoulders to keep her balance. Travis guided his
hands up her calves, tugging her feet wider. She adjusted, the water
creeping high on her thighs, the surface ripples teasing her pussy with
their playful caresses.
Lexi held her breath as Brent’s tongue flicked over her opening
and drew slowly along her backside. Travis sucked the hollow of her
hip, pleasure pulsing through her slit. Her arms trembled as his mouth
traveled along the bone, teasing her vibrating nerves with light
scrapes of his teeth.
“You are so soft, Lexi,” Travis murmured. His fingers slid
through her pussy, winding her tighter than a damn spring. She
moaned, rocking into his touch. “Baby, don’t move.”
“Travis, you two are going to drive me insane with all your
feathery touches and kisses,” she said. She dug her fingers into his
shoulders. “Just like last night.”
“Are you saying you like it rough?”
“I’m saying I like a mix.” A thumb rubbed over her opening then
eased into the ready cavern of her cunt. She tried to sit herself on the
appendage, and received a sharp smack on the ass instead. Her eyes
widened, and she looked over her shoulder. Brent rose up on his
knees, his expression melting her. Power and dominance pulsed off
him. “You slapped me.”
“You like it?” Brent asked. His thumb stroked the inside of her
body, barely lodged past her entrance. “Doll, Trav said not to move.
You moved.”
“I need more. This is pure torture,” Lexi whimpered. Whatever
Brent was doing, the man knew exactly where to touch her. The first
leaks of lava poured through the cracks in her lower belly, pooling,
waiting for an ignition.
“Lexi, why don’t you tell Brent what you told me on the way
over, hm? What was your reaction to watching me fuck him?” Travis
asked, tipping his head back and sucking in one of her dangling
breasts. He teased her aching nipple, holding her between his teeth
while his tongue circled and lashed the sensitive pebble. His eyes
never left hers, challenging her to answer him. Brent ceased stroking
her.
“I told Travis you two turned me on,” Lexi offered, casting a
sensual glance over her shoulder at Brent. “I couldn’t help myself. I
never thought the idea would pique my interest, let alone set me on
the edge of an orgasm.”
Available at:
Siren: www.bookstrand.com/lexis-untamed-cowboys
Amazon: http://amzn.to/118fKVF
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/16IuwTU
Destined ~ Haven House Vampires, Book 2 by Megan Slayer (HOT EXCERPT)
Destined (Haven House Vampires) 
Number in Series: 2
Author: Megan Slayer
BIN: 06314-02029
Word Count: 19K
Page Count: 63
Price: $4.49
Release Date: April 19, 2013
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal
Themes: Vampires
Tag Line: A voluptuous blonde and a creature of the night — can their connection withstand the strain?
Blurb: Julian Moran isn’t like anyone Daisy knows. Dark, mysterious, deadly, and sexy as hell. He claims he’s going to protect her, but what exactly is he saving her from?
Daisy Greene isn’t just any woman to Julian — they are fated. Vampires and humans don’t mix, no matter what fate says. Good thing Julian makes up his own rules.
HOT EXCERPT:
“What do they want from me?” she whispered. “I’m just an art student.”
“Nothing about you is just, Daisy Mae North.” Julian palmed her ass with one hand, kneading her flesh. He threaded the fingers of his other hand into her hair and tipped her head back.
When she parted her lips, he met her for a kiss. All the synapses in her brain misfired, and the tingles in her body turned to electrical zaps. She smoothed her palms up his sides, relishing the feel of his toned flesh under her fingers. She parted her legs, allowing him to rub his erection over her pussy lips. Even through the fabric, the friction added to her pleasure.
“Julian,” she panted. She craved him making her feel good. “More.”
“Yes, babe.” He eased one hand between her panties and her skin, raking his nails over her ass. “I could touch you forever.”
A tiny voice in the back of her head screamed yes! This was what she wanted — him touching her, him loving her. Him giving her an orgasm and admitting he cared for her. She fisted the hem of her shirt and broke the kiss. “Take me, Julian.”
Another Teaser, Wild Mates (Adult Excerpt)
Jordan and Lilia’s story started in Wild Hunts, BML 3 (Jordan’s sister Kasa’s book). Here’s a small snippet from Wild Hunts, as Eva’s hideaway is being attacked by Kasa’s mate’s pack and their alliances:
“Leave now while you can,” the woman instructed in a hoarse whisper. She disappeared into the cavern.
Jordan lifted his head from Kasa’s thigh. Snarls, barks, yelps, and mewls echoed down the tunnel, growing louder on their approach.
“Can you stand?” she asked. Jordan grunted, shifting his hands over the ground. As he pushed himself onto hands and knees, fresh blood seeped from the open wounds along his back. She helped him climb to his feet, slinging his arm around her shoulders. He clung to the silver collar. “Leave that here.”
“No. I’ll take pleasure in using it on her,” Jordan rasped.
“Eva won’t make it through this night.”
“Not Eva.” His eyes flickered with spirit-piercing hatred, chilling her. “Lilia.”
*Available at: Amazon: http://amzn.to/YnY18X Siren (and additional excerpts): www.bookstrand.com/wild-hunts
After a night of merciless torture, one would expect Jordan to hold a grudge against the woman who delivered him to the evil creature who broke his spirit. But revenge isn’t in his nature, especially when Lilia is his mate. He’s reluctant to learn about her, but she presses him, forcing him to listen to her story. It doesn’t take long for him to realize maybe, just maybe, Lilia was a victim of her sisters as much as he was, if not more. Here’s a peek at their first “heart-to-heart”. Enjoy 
xoxo
Rhea
Lilia took a timid sip of the beer he had grabbed for her and
hiccupped. Her cheeks flushed. Jordan turned back to wrapping her
wounded leg and smiled. He couldn’t deny the fact that she was
beautiful. She barely held any resemblance to her sisters. Her hair was
a unique golden blonde that fell in natural waves. Her aqua eyes no
longer guarded the vulnerable Lilia within and shone with a renewed
light.
Having watched her through the night, gauging her wolf, he
realized that the woman who shot him in the forest did not exist
within this new, true Lilia. He now wondered if she ever existed
outside Eva’s control.
“Are you still planning a—what did you call it—heart-to-heart?”
Lilia asked, a subtle tweak of hope raising her voice an octave. She
swallowed it down with another sip of beer. “What is a heart-toheart?”
“Never heard of the term?” He fastened the gauze, arched his
back, and took a healthy drink from her bottle. “You don’t drink, do
you?” He pressed to his feet and shifted to her side. She shook her
head. “Beer is good cold. Once it hits room temperature, it tastes like
piss.” He gathered her damp locks away from her injured shoulder
and draped them on the other side. “Drink up.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
She tried to turn toward him. He grabbed her arm and gave her a
stern look that made her turn away. Pouring peroxide on a rag, he
began dabbing at the slowly healing wound.
Lilia rolled the bottle between her hands. “Is that part of your
heart-to-heart? Get drunk and then what? Go heart-to-heart?”
His cock twitched at her seemingly innocent innuendo. His fingers
fumbled with the peroxide bottle, almost dropping it. When he
inhaled his next breath, he received an intoxicating blend of Lilia’s
decadent juice and his own musk that sent a bout of weakness to his
knees.
Dear spirits, the carnal desires he ignored all this time threatened
to flood him. Her little comments didn’t help his cause either.
“The term is used to imply two people opening up to each other.
Usually through verbal communication,” he said. Clearing the sudden
thickness from his voice with a quiet cough, he added, “Such as
telling me why those wolves were coming for you.”
“Oh.”
A thread of tension wove through her muscles. Jordan finished
cleaning the wounds and used a clean gauze pad to apply antibiotic
cream. Lilia remained silent, contemplating the bottle between her
palms. A frown pulled at her luscious mouth, a mouth he wanted to
nibble and tease until she begged him for more. When his gaze shifted
to the raw marks around her neck from the brutal collar, a gutwrenching
guilt stabbed him. He didn’t hurt women. Ever. Here sat
his mate, whom he deliberately hurt in hopes of curing the resentment
boiling within his spirit. A resentment that derived mostly from the
beast. Kasa came out of Eva’s cave safe with little injury.
No, his reasoning behind capturing Lilia was rooted somewhere
dark and evil, led by an entity that didn’t belong tainting his spirit.
“Let’s start elsewhere, hmm?” Jordan said, forcing his thoughts
away from the darkness inside him and distracting Lilia from the
events that plagued them a short time ago. “Tell me how you
managed to stay remotely sane while being pushed around by Eva.”
A sigh left her lips. “I don’t want your pity, Jordan.” Those soulbearing
eyes turned up to him, so broken. She lifted a finger between
them, hushing his protest before he edged a word out. “I saw it in
your face earlier. You pitied me. I don’t want that. I have come to
terms with my rearing. I’ve also come to terms with the wrongs I’ve
committed against others to save my own pelt. I was selfish, sure, but
I didn’t understand the severity of certain consequences.” That single
finger trailed down her neck before she turned her face away. “You
showed me that.”
“My actions have been despicable.”
“But well deserved on my part. I don’t blame you. I anticipated so
much more.” Her shoulders hunched. “Think it might be the beast?”
Jordan nodded to himself. That hunger for her blood could leave
him mad without the fierce protection of his wolf. “Maybe.”
Siren: www.bookstrand.com/wild-mates-dark-moon-redemption
Amazon: http://amzn.to/YxrVtw
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/18IpfIB
What is coming up in Devon Falls
Here is what I am planning for the next few books in m y Devon Falls Series…
Book Six is Grady’s Story
Heaven’s Fires-featuring Maxwell who is a Fire Elemental (Oldest)
The Air We Breathe- featuring Selena who is a Air elemental (Middle child)
Rock Steady- featuring Jorge (Earth elemental) (Twin to Lynx)
Waves of my Desire- featuring Lynx (Water Elemental) (Twin to Jorge)
Happy Cinco de Mayo! (Adult Excerpt)
What a perfect day to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Hope everyone’s already started their day long festivities.
I’m hoping to add a bit of spice to your afternoon. To start things off today, here’s an excerpt from the last Blood Moon Legacy book, Wild Mates: Dark Moon Redemption. For those who are familiar with the BML series, this is the story about Jordan and Lilia. Enjoy!
xoxo
Rhea
Available at:
Siren: www.bookstrand.com/wild-mates-dark-moon-redemption
Amazon: http://amzn.to/YxrVtw
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/18IpfIB
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, werewolves, spanking, HEA]
A month after Jordan Jones was shot by Lilia, handed over to her mad sister, and suffered through a brutal night of torture, he captures the last living Dark Moon sister. His desire for revenge takes an unexpected turn when his wolf spirit recognizes Lilia as his mate, but the beast inside him craves harm upon her.
Lilia has kept Eva away from Jordan and Kasa for years. She’s desperate to make him believe she’s not like her sisters by explaining the truth behind the Dark Moon pack. She will do everything to cure him of the lasting effects of Eva’s torture and earn his approval, and maybe his love, if he would only trust she can help.
After a surprise attack from rebel escapees, Jordan and Lilia both realize this new danger thirsts solely for her blood. His untrusting family and alliances may be her only chance of survival, but sacrifice will become her only chance for redemption.
Excerpt:
Lilia reined in her wolf, the transformation fluid and natural. The
stretching and reforming of her human bones did not hurt as it once
had. Her fur retracted, leaving her pale skin exposed to Jordan’s
searing gaze. She fought the arousal that mounted in her womb, but
her nipples pebbled beneath his slow perusal as they had prior to her
shower. Moisture seeped through her pussy, the hint of musk tainting
the crisp night air. The cold snow felt nice against her feverish body
but soon lent a bite she didn’t care for.
Jordan’s hands slid down from her face, his fingers snagging in
her hair, and traced over the more superficial wounds. He used the
snow to clean the blood from her thigh first, the icy water stinging her
open flesh. She winced, turning her face away from him when his
gaze shot up again.
Jordan lifted her chin with a gentle touch. He held her eyes, the
sympathy edging along his tumultuous expression leaving an ache in
her chest. “Hey, I’ll get you wrapped up, okay?”
“Wrapped up or chained up?” she wondered aloud. Jordan shook
his head with a heavy sigh, his emotions closing down to her, and
scooped her into his chest as if she weighed nothing. She leaned her
head against his shoulder, stealing this moment to absorb his
incredible heat as it flowed off his taut flesh in ripples. His stride was
long, confident, and smooth, barely bouncing her. His arms were solid
and steely. A protective air cocooned around her, his fingers splaying
over her lower thigh.
Lilia licked her bottom lip and reached up to his face. Her
fingertips brushed the ends of his cold, satiny hair first, sending a
small shockwave down her arm, along her spine, and coming to
reverberate through her pussy. She detected the off-beat of his heart
the moment her fingers slid along his cheek, tracing the perfectly cut
bones. The whisper of a beard scratched the heel of her palm as she
pressed her hand to his strong jaw.
Jordan’s step faltered. His gaze dropped to her, his fingers digging
lightly into the side of her breast and thigh.
“I’d be wary if I were you,” he said, but his voice held the thick
husk of arousal that defied his warning. He continued ahead,
snowflakes catching along his hair and lashes. Without lowering her
hand, she turned her face into his chest and inhaled a lungful of
Jordan. His scent was a mixture of masculinity, spice, crisp forest air,
and the hint of his musk. He was still erect, the wide head of his cock
brushing against her rear every few feet.
“I like the way you smell,” she confessed, taking another breath.
“Wild.”
A soft chuckle rolled in his chest. Lilia’s gaze shot up. Her breath
hitched at the sight of the sinful grin that curled his mouth in such a
seductive, wicked way. The hint of a dimple shadowed the right side
of his mouth.
He looked down at her. “Bloody, sweaty, and covered in dog
slobber, you mean.”
She shrugged her shoulder, unable to restrain the small smile that
itched to form on her lips. “That, too, but that’s not what I like.” She
straightened her injured leg, succeeding in squeezing fresh blood from
the open wound. “You’re not the only one with blood and dog slobber.”
“I suppose not.” He leaped onto a fallen tree trunk. Lilia grabbed
his shoulder as he hopped off on the other side. “We’ll wash up, and
I’ll dress your wounds. Then I think we need to have a heart-toheart.”
Devil May Care, Book 2 – Holidays are Hell series
Devil May Care, Book 2: Holidays are Hell Series
When your name is Valentine, February’s pretty much gonna suck.
Valentine Smith H-A-T-E-S the month of February. The constant jokes about her name and comparisons to the chubby guy with arrows are enough to make her want to run and hide for the entire month.
But, this Valentine’s Day, the ultimate joke is about to be played on poor Valentine. She’s supposed to choke on a chocolate heart and die. You’d think that would be bad enough. But when she misses her chance to die, she finds herself running from an overly ambitious angel and a sexier-than-hell devil named Abbadon. In the race between good and evil it’s no contest. Hell has sexy green eyes, lots of yummy muscles, and a truly decadent pair of lips to ease her pain!
Book Page: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1988
4 hearts from Love, Romances and More!
“Ms. Cheever has a truly wicked imagination and a penchant for utterly delicious demons, and this story ticks both those boxes. The reader is right there with Valentine drooling over Don’s delightful physical attributes, as well as alternately laughing and gasping as the plot unfolds and the battle rolls across the universe.”
~~*~~
Valentine stood outside Don’s home, looking out over the dry, brown countryside. The city in the distance wavered under a haze of heat, looking as parched and drained as she felt. She’d walked all over the area around his home, looking for the portal thing that had brought them from Earth. She figured if she could just find it, she could get back where she belonged and, once she was home, she’d figure out a way to hide from the two creatures who seemed to be fighting over her.
Though, deep down inside, Valentine didn’t really want to hide from Don. She’d gotten really attached to him in the short time they’d known each other. In fact, she was surprised at how easily she’d fallen for the big, sexy alien. Maybe he was using some alien juju on her or something. Though it appeared he didn’t share her feelings, since he’d gone off and left her there alone. As soon as she had the thought she felt guilty. He’d been trying to save her. Abbadon could be dead or hurt because of her.
Shaking off that thought because she couldn’t bear to think it, Valentine again set off in the direction she believed the portal had been. It had to be there somewhere. She’d only gone a few feet when Don stepped out of thin air and she almost walked right into him. He looked delicious, wearing only a soft pair of pants that drooped low on his narrow hips. He also looked shocked by her proximity.
Valentine squealed, popped him on the chest with a fist, and then threw herself into his arms. “I thought you were dead!” Until that very moment, she hadn’t realized just how much the thought of the big, sexy alien being dead had scared her.
He stiffened as she twined her arms around his neck. Then, with a groan of obvious need, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
Valentine’s pussy contracted the moment his soft, talented lips found hers. Her body heated to flash point. His big hands skimmed over her hips, pulling her closer to the massive column of hard flesh beneath the soft pants.
When he finally broke the kiss, it was to forge a passionate trail over her chin and down her throat. Her head fell back as he nibbled his way toward her breasts, kissing and nipping them through the soft fabric of her dress as his big hands slipped underneath and skimmed it up her thighs.
Valentine tugged on the ties holding the soft pants at his hips and moaned as the fabric slipped downward, baring his rigid shaft to her questing fingers.
Her fingers enclosed him and he groaned.
“Damn, Val. Your hands are so soft.”
Apparently losing patience, he grabbed the neckline of her dress and tore it down the middle to her waist. She gasped as the soft fabric split, shuddering with pleasure as warm air caressed her breasts.
Valentine’s fingers moved reverently over the massive column of hard flesh in her hand, defining it with her touch. Don sucked in a breath as she drew a fingertip over the thick head, rubbing a silky bead of moisture over the engorged tip and then sliding down to cup his big balls beneath. “I want you to make love to me.”
“I fully intend to, my heart.” He grabbed the two sides of the torn dress and wrenched it, ripping it the rest of the way. Flinging it aside, Don reached down and lifted her into his arms, striding quickly toward his home.
Book Page: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1988
I LIke Em’ Pretty M/M PG Excerpt
I recall when I first received the cover from Sara York almost five months ago.
A simple read about two men, living in New Orleans falling in love kind of like Rawiya’s version of I Like Em’ Pretty but not m/f.
Then I thought, a pretty cover like this deserves a bigger story, perhaps a noir with intrigue, suspense. Ohh what about a murder?
Hmmm… then came the whole entire story, rushing out, 72k to b exact. Shar and I were excited and ready to send to the editor.
After grappling with the changes and going on vacation, we came back with the story in tact, making a lot more sense than version one.
I have to say at first I battled with Shar over the results but I knew more research was needed to make this the gripping murder noir mystery I wanted in the end.
So we agreed to keep the tension high, sex on low focusing on my embattled detective and saucy erotic dancer.
Of course from this, the other characters wanted stories too so we invited BL and Rawiya to work on the series along with me.
And then the N’awlins Exotica series was born!
I’m proud of this first book and hope you;ll take the time to view it.
Remember, all comments go towards 1 of the 2 copies I’m giving away today!
Series Blurb: The N’awlins Exotica/Paranormal series
The city of New Orleans is rich in tradition, diverse, and known for the inspiration it provides. In the “Big Easy” there lies the hunger for the erotic as well as the unknown. The residents here feel that sexual energy and it reveals itself through their various creative activities.
Join the characters as they take a wild ride on the edge, enjoying their town for all it has to offer. There’s a certain magic in the air, an erotic magic that cannot be ignored.
Blurb: New Orleans is supposed to be the big easy. One night changes everything for Frankie Choteau.
New Orleans. A city rich in tradition, diversity, and on the comeback trail from hurricane Katrina. Francois “Frankie” Choteau, a resident of this town, a cop with a hot temper and low tolerance for bs. Kajika Fortier, a transplant from Oklahoma came here looking for a dream and unfortunately it’s turned into a nightmare. On a hot summer night, they meet and cross paths during a very difficult situation. Despite this, the attraction between them is evident and loneliness for both men is a fate worse than death. They’d both like a chance at happiness but will the circumstances and Frankie’s uneasiness prevent their happy ever after?
PG first scene with Kajika Fortier
Shots rang out in the darkness, causing dogs in this normally quiet part of the Garden District to howl. Within this small community inside of New Orleans, violence was truly a rarity.
“Bob… ohh, shi—” Kajika Fortier stared at the slumped, pale body in front of him and tears fell from his eyes. Clothed in only a white robe, he backed up and leaned against the wall to keep from fainting. A chill shot up his back, making his teeth chatter. He slid downward, still mesmerized by the sight of his lover with the gun in his hand and the single gunshot wound to the head. “I could’ve helped you, Bob! H−how could you? I thought you—” Tightness increased in his chest and he punched it once to calm himself. His clammy hands stuck to the floor and dry mouth prevented him from thinking coherently. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of his head.
What next?
“What the—oh shit, I need to call the fucking cops!” Kajika fumbled inside the housecoat pocket, searching for his cell. His eyes were still affixed to the wound, to the blood seeping from Bob’s head, staining his silver hair. “Jesus Bob, what the hell? I swear—” He feverishly punched the digits on the phone —911. “Um, uh, hello? Yeah, um, I… my… oh shit, please help! My fucking boyfriend… uh fiancée… is dead! Yeah, um, we had a fight and damn, he pulled the trigger! I swear I did nothing wrong, ma’am! Can you hurry over here, puleeze? This shit’s freaking me out!” Kajika’s hands shook and he bit his lip while he waited for the operator to say she’d dispatch an ambulance and the police. “Yeah, it sure looks like he’s dead. With a single bullet to the head? Well, I don’t know, what do you think? I’m pretty sure he’s singing with the angels right now, honey!”
Is he dead? Well shit, looks that way to me!
“Can you just send help, please? He’s dead and I can’t be in here with him right now. It’s just creepy…his eyes are open and ughh… just hurry!” Kajika pulled the receiver away from his ear and brought his knees up to his chest. “Yes, 613 Garden Way—in the District! Uh huh, I won’t touch anything, and tell them just to bust in. I’m not sure I can move right now!”
“Do you need medical attention?” The voice on the other end spoke and attempted to calm Kajika’s nerves.
“I don’t think so. Just get the police here. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep a wink after tonight. Yeah, all right! Hurry!” Kajika dropped the phone, not bothering to push the disconnect button. His heart continually thumped in his chest as he watched Bob, his lover, slumped over in the chair, dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the temple. What the hell would he do now? No one to love and care for him with Bob gone. Going back home to the small town of Gore, Oklahoma—where being gay wasn’t accepted— was out of the question.
If I leave, they’ll think I did it. If I stay, they’ll still think I did it. Either way I’m screwed. Kajika wiped his face of sweat and tears, attempting to plan his next move. What would that be with no Bob there to be his voice of reason? The old man had a positive thought for just about every damn thing, and a propensity to play with weapons. At times, he liked to pretend he was raping Kajika at gunpoint and, in order to keep him happy, Kajika went along with it. After all, he loved Bob Kales because he took care of him like the father he’d never had. No one else was around to do that, anyhow.
“Ah Bob, damn…” Kajika pounded the hardwood with the bottom of his wound fist and gritted his teeth. “What was your deal, ya sick fuck? You could be so sweet and, at the same time, a man with some heavy issues. Still, I— I wasn’t leaving you…I never would. You’re all I got!” In obvious shock and emotionally drained, he glanced away from the ugly sight less than ten feet away, grimacing and blinking back tears. His heart wouldn’t stop racing. “I loved you, Bob. You’re the only one who saw something in me other than the stripper persona, you know? I mean, I love what I do but, sometimes, I just want to be me and you allowed me to do that.” Kajika toyed with his own moist strands. Irritated with the strays that fell into his line of vision, he ran a hand over the top of his scalp and flung the rest over his shoulders. “I’ll miss ya, Bob… I really will. I hope when I die I’ll join ya in Heaven, buddy.”
Kajika took one more look at the blood-drenched face; the grey eyes bore a hole into his soul, making him wince.
Why the fuck did it have to end like this, Bob?
Coming Soon N’awlins EXOTICA & Paranormal
Greetings readers!
Just a word about my new series that will be starting in April.
I’d originally said March but instead, I waited a little while and revised the story before passing it back to my editor. Now we’re going on to stage two and this, the beginning of the N’awlins Exotica series should be released.
Read more about the series in this post
And coming this weekend, Michael’s short part of the N’awlins Exotica portion of the collection, Mon Frere, My True Love.
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Look out for the short on Amazon, ARe, and Smashwords by the end of the weekend!
Book 2: Holidays are Hell Series, Devil May Care
Devil May Care, Book 2: Holidays are Hell Series
When your name is Valentine, February’s pretty much gonna suck.
Valentine Smith H-A-T-E-S the month of February. The constant jokes about her name and comparisons to the chubby guy with arrows are enough to make her want to run and hide for the entire month.
But, this Valentine’s Day, the ultimate joke is about to be played on poor Valentine. She’s supposed to choke on a chocolate heart and die. You’d think that would be bad enough. But when she misses her chance to die, she finds herself running from an overly ambitious angel and a sexier-than-hell devil named Abbadon. In the race between good and evil it’s no contest. Hell has sexy green eyes, lots of yummy muscles, and a truly decadent pair of lips to ease her pain!
Book Page: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1988
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Abbadon crossed his arms and glared at the assembly. He’d never of heard such a thing. “This is bullshit, chief. Can’t we do something to stop them?”
The scaly red devil sitting at the front of the hall shook his horned head, his clawed hand tightening visibly on his pitchfork. “We’ve tried, guide. But ever since Damian’s naughty vixen chose Hell over the pearly palace, they’ve been on the warpath. They’re determined to grab our supplicants before we do.”
“But what good will it do them? A damned soul is a damned soul.”
The judge curled a scaly, red lip. “New regs. They’ve put an escape clause into their application. Any naughty soul who qualifies for the upper levels of Hell can be given probationary status in Heaven for a term of twenty years. They figure by that time they’ll either have recruited the lost soul or we’ll have lost them in our system. Our record-keeping sucks compared to theirs. They can afford the best software. There’s just no money in being bad anymore.” He shook his massive head. “Either way, we lose a soul and their numbers improve.”
Abbadon glanced at the large screen playing behind the assembly. A woman with long, straight black hair that hung like a silk curtain over her pale arms was climbing into a taxi. She wore a tight, red dress cut in an oriental style, with a high neckline and cap sleeves. With long, toned limbs, a pert behind, and bright blue eyes over-scored by a straight fringe of silky bangs, she was exotic and stunning. “That her?” She carried a long, black coat over her arm and appeared to be in a hurry.
The chief judge nodded without turning. “Yes. She’ll arrive at the restaurant in twenty minutes. She’ll be late and hurrying. You need to arrive first and get rid of the man she’s meeting.”
Abaddon frowned, his stomach twisting with doubt. “I don’t like it, sir. It feels way too much like we’re tampering with that woman’s fate.”
The chief judge slammed his pitchfork into the ground and glared down at Abbadon. “Just do what you’re told, guide. It’s not your place to question the assembly.”
Abbadon tightened his jaw against an angry retort, his fists clenching at his sides. “As you wish.”
“Here, try to get her to sign this. Once she signs it, she’s ours.”
Abaddon inhaled a cloud of smoke and glared down at the nasty creature holding a scroll toward him. The small, round man wore wire-rimmed glasses and stood in a haze of smoke that rose from the cigarette dangling between his lips. Worm was the clerk for the assembly vault and a really reprehensible human being. “You don’t seriously expect me to hand the woman a scroll covered in micro-script written in blood, do you?”
Worm grinned around the cigarette. “You don’t seriously expect me to answer that, do you?”
Abaddon longed to yank that cigarette out of Worm’s nasty mouth and shove it up his ass. Instead he grabbed the scroll. “Fuck you, Worm.”
The round-faced clerk shook his head. “I must be the most delectable morsel. You guys are always propositioning me.”
The chief judge looked down at his supplicant tablet, waving a red-clawed hand dismissively. “Get a move on, PD Abbadon. The woman will be arriving at the restaurant shortly.”
Feeling the weight of his job as he rarely did, Abaddon turned on his heel and stalked from the assembly vault. He headed for the nearest portal to Earth. At least if he got his hands on her before the men in white did, he could protect her.
If necessary he’d keep her from choking to death until a better time. It was the least he could do, given that she’d unwittingly become a pawn in a battle between Heaven and Hell.
Book Page: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1988
