Saturday, August 30, 2014

New Release by Tamsin Baker!

First Bite
MMF Regency Novella by Tamsin Baker
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Blurb:
Can two possessive and passionate vampire's make a relationship work with the one human they are both destined to love?
Benedict’s boring existence as a London gentleman is called into question the night he meets Lina, the madame of a local brothel. Under her dominance he finds pleasure so sweet he is hungry for more, but he is not the only one with an appetite to fill.
Lina entices the beautiful Benedict into her dungeon only to discover that he is her blood mate. Fear fills her as she enters the unknown, yet the lure of perfect bliss is too much.
Antony, Lina’s long time friend and lover finds Lina and Benedict and cannot help joining in the sexual bliss. Disaster strikes for the tortured hero when he too learns he is Benedict’s blood mate. He must face a past that still devastates him and find a way to make their ménage work.
Excerpt:
Lina focused on pushing her hunger for Benedict’s blood down to a less rampant level. She wanted to play with her prey for a little while first.
“Walk over to the wooden step to your left.”
Benedict turned his head and located the piece of equipment she was talking about. She sensed his fear inching up a notch but he did what she said.
Lina watched him move, feeling his emotions as though they were her own. He was naturally confident, strong and sure of himself. She would make him submit to her and in it he would find the greatest pleasure.
“Lay across the bench. Reach over as far down as you can.”
His eyes flashed a little, mutiny gathering in their yellow flecks.
“Lina, I’m not going to…”
“You will do as I tell you to, Benedict.” She placed a soft blanket over the wood to protect his pelvis, then she pointed at the bench expectantly. She could make him, she was far stronger, but this type of pleasure had to be accepted willingly, there was no other way.
“Will you hurt me?”
She flashed him a smile no one had ever resisted.
“Yes, but I will not harm you. If you yell stop, I’ll stop.”
His eyes narrowed as he replayed her words. She held his gaze, then pointed again.
He sighed but lay over the wood, his buttocks high, round and firm.
Lina groaned at the sight. What a magnificent specimen of a human male.
She knelt on the floor quickly to tie his ankles and wrists to the four separate legs of the bench, spreading him wide. Lina then stood and removed the annoying barriers of her dress, chemise and shoes.
Clad only in her garter belt and silk stockings, she pressed herself against Benedict’s ass, her wet pussy aching for release.
“Fuck…Lina!” Benedict struggled against his bonds, too strong for a mere human to break free from.
“Such a nice ass you have, Benedict and not a mark on it. Would you like me to spank you?”
He was silent as she reached between his legs and cupped the heavy sac.
“Perhaps.”
The teasing tone of his response made her smile. She loved his cheekiness.
She controlled her swing, and spanked him: twice on his left cheek and four times on the right. He cried out on the last touch, so she leaned forward to kiss the pink skin.
“Did you like that, my pet?”
She ran her hands down the back of his powerful thighs and up his ass once again.
“I don’t know.”
Lina smiled again. An honest response, how pleasantly unusual.
“I need something more.”
Using speed a human couldn’t see, Lina chose a riding crop from the wall and was back before Benedict realized she had gone.
“I think you are a good man, Benedict, but also a very bad boy. Shall I use my riding crop on you?”
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Author Bio:
Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who just discovered erotic romance ten months ago. Before that, she would read sexy romance, skipping the plot and looking for the all the naughty bits. Since then, she has written erotic romance and erotica novels of varying length and has had thirty published (so far!). She absolutely loves reading and writing! She has two other jobs, including kids and a hubby too – but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of insanity. M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing female dommes, but she loves experimenting in all genres. Tamsin is learning to write and read more one step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of erotic romance – well that’s her aim anyway!
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014



Leila Lacey is a romance author living in Michigan. Her unique, yet titillating, genre blurs the lines between romance, interracial love and erotica. Now in her late 30’s, Leila has been passionate about writing since age 10. She can often be found traveling the world, enjoying water sports, listening to jazz music or volunteering at Vista Maria, a local youth program for young women. Leila, above all else, loves her friends and family. It is with their support that she is able to create magical scenes of true human intimacy on every page. Follow Leila Lacey on her endeavor to be America’s next New York Time’s Bestselling Author!

Loving Logan


Shelby Beasley and Logan Chandler have known each other for more than 20 years; after all Shelby’s best friend Lance is Logan’s twin brother. After years of misunderstandings Shelby and Logan have discovered that they have a hot, heavy and explosive, attraction to each other. The only problem, Shelby is the oldest daughter of one of the richest families in Georgia and Logan is a poor ex-con from the other side of the tracks that hates rich people. Shelby has never known a life of need but never really acclimated to being one of the “elite”. She is an educated woman that wants it all, what woman doesn’t, right? Logan and his family have suffered from being a part of the lower middle class. Looked down on by the wealthy people of Shelbyville, Georgia simply because of his so called social status. He has developed a disdain for the wealthy.  Can Logan and Shelby find lasting love together, or will Logan’s demons push Shelby away from him?






Excerpt

“Logan, this is Ivy Meade, Shelby’s biological mother,” Lance said. “Ms. Meade, this is my brother, Logan.” Logan was so worried about Shelby that it took him a minute to register what Lance had just said about this woman’s hand that he was shaking.

“Please to... Wait WHAT?” Logan said looking back at Lance like he had lost his mind.
“It a long story, and a pretty disgusting one, if you ask me, so you may want to wait on the explanation of what this fiasco is until we find out what is going on with Shelby.”
Still standing with his mouth open, Logan looked around the room at all of these always perfect people and for the first time in his life saw a kink in the amour.

“Agreed,” Logan said looking at his brother and mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ Just as he was trying to understand the collection of people that were and weren’t gathered at the hospital, a doctor and nurse walked into the room.

“Are you the family for Shelby Beasley?” the older portly doctor said. Logan recognized him from his shop last week.  He had brought in his antique car for repairs.  Logan marveled that he would not have guessed that this man was a doctor standing in his garage. Guess you can’t judge a book by its cover. Logan had never gotten that saying until now.

“Yes, Doctor! How is my daughter?” Sarah Beasley said standing and coming to stand directly in from of him. That, in itself, was weird to Logan. Sarah Beasley was here and wringing her hands in anxiety and Jackson Beasley was nowhere to be seen.
Taking a deep breath, the doctor said, “Would you like to sit down?”

“NO, NO! I don’t want to sit down. Tell me what is going on with my daughter,” Sarah yelled at the doctor.

“Well, she has an extensive list of injuries. Her spleen is ruptured, her liver is lacerated and she has eight broken ribs, and her right leg and arm are broken. Now, Shelby has a rare blood type and she had lost so much blood, we will need to do a blood transfusion. Is there anyone here with Rh negative or O blood type?” the doctor said. The woman that had been introduced to Logan as Ivy, raised her hand and said, “I do.”

Shocked, the doctor said, “Well, that is rare.  Are you related to Shelby?” the doctor asked looking around the room.

“Yes! She is her biological mother” Cassidy said to the doctor.

“Ok, I can see this is complicated. Ok, Miss, if you will go with my nurse we can start collecting some blood from you.” The doctor paused to look down at the tablet that he had in his hand. “Unfortunately, the baby did not make it,” the doctor said. He did not realize he had just dropped a bomb on everyone.

“Wait WHAT?” Logan said to the doctor grabbing his arm. “What did you just say?” he finished.

Looking around at the people in the room, the doctor said, “Yes, you all didn’t know? Shelby was 12 weeks pregnant.”

“WHAT?” came all the voices in the room like a choir “PREGNANT?”

Blog Post

The inspiration of the Legacy Series actually came from a personal place for me. My grandmother used to speak of the legacy of our family to us as her grandchildren a great deal. As I am the mother of an eighteen year old young man, I have started to look at the legacy of MY family which, let me tell you, is a book in itself.... WOW!   I used to know a woman that was a TRUE Southern Belle from the crown of her head to the tip of her toes.   She was as sweet as peach pie, I tell you. But if you messed with her, her husband or her kids, you would be less afraid of Hurricane Katrina. So in thinking about a series of books that I wanted to write about a family legacy, her “Southern Charm” came to mind and the rest, I guess you could say, is history.

One of my favorite things about this series is the grandmother, Queenie. Her words, mannerisms and place within her family is my maternal grandmother, with creative license of course. I was very close to her. She one of my favorite people in the world, still is to be honest with you, and she has been deceased for a number of years. So if I can say I have had any “hurdles” in writing this series, it is when it comes to writing Queenie. I always get that little hitch in my chest and longing to sit and talk with her and hear her thoughts on my writing, the genre I have chosen, the sex in my books and just my life on a day to day basis. I have been so amazed and honored at how many people like my stories and get what I am trying to deliver. I have always loved that my maternal aunt was the first person to introduce me to the genre of romance. I used to go and visit my grandmother each summer and I remember spending hour after hour reading her Harlequin Romance books. After a few years, she would take me to the library every couple of weeks to get my own so I would relinquish her books. Ahh, those summers are some of my best memories. I do remember thinking the one element that I wanted in some of those stories is some type of humor. I love to laugh and to make people laugh and in my opinion a lot of romance books are passionate and serious but they don’t have any humor. We all love to laugh, and we all like a little tasteless humor every now and then. Or is that just me and my dirty crazy mind? Anyway, the other thing that was missing in my opinion was the “real” conversation. What I mean by that is, while we ALL do not swear all the time but we do swear every now and then. What woman has not slung an F bomb when she was mad at her man? I would like to meet her so she can help me with my F bombs, because if I was on TV and I was mad at my man, there would be a whole lot of beeps. Anyway, I wanted the conversations between girlfriends and significant others to be real. I wanted to feel like I could hear or see this conversation between these people. Now since I have been published, I get a lot of comments that people do not like that I have made “professional” people into Ghetto birds, which I think is interesting because we, as a society, put such exaltation on “positions” like, “Ok, I am a doctor and so now I never talk dirty with my girlfriends and we never say crazy things to each other and call each other out or I am a CEO, so I don’t get mad and want to slap the hell out of a person that crosses me.”  Our profession does not negate what we are; PEOPLE that have tempers, and dirty minds, and curse and swear when we are amongst our friends and loved ones. So that critique confuses me, but I take all my reviews good and bad and try to incorporate what the reader wants to see into future works. I do not change things totally to what each person wants because, let’s face it, sometimes those that are afraid to do or can’t do are the first ones to critique your work BUT, I am not perfect and I am new to this. I also believe we can always learn from triumph and mistakes. I will say to my critiques on the books that I have written about race; what you read is a reality of our society.   There are racist people in every race.  Acting like it does not happen is irrational in my opinion and what I write is from a perspective of healing certain race relations NOT glorifying them. I am bringing a light to the ignorance, anger and hate. On the topic of interracial relationships and race relations; I am not now, nor have I ever been, a racist person. Do I know people that are racist? Yes. Do I try to encourage them to be better? Yes.  Do I stop befriending them because of their struggle and demons? No. It is not my place to judge any man or woman.

Lastly to those that have read my books and given good and bad critiques, thank you so much. Honestly from the depth of my soul, thank you. I am living my dream, I am writing and I am entertaining and making people happy. I cannot be happier in this journey so, thank you. Even to those that don’t like me or my work; you have to admit, I got to you.  Maybe not the way I would have hoped but, hey, we cannot win them all… right?

Author Interview

Has your perspective on the writing process changed since you became published?

Absolutely; one thing I have found is that I can get into writing. I can be writing 2 to 3 books at a time. I will get so wrapped in my books or research of the book that I want to write and I will forget that I need to cook dinner, or that I have not spoken to my family and friends other than a ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ in days. So I have definitely gotten a great respect for writers that are writing amazing books or CRAP books and still juggle a family, career, friends and hygiene!


Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints?

No constraints. I have not really been under a publisher’s deadline. I am an indie author, so any deadlines that I have are created by me. Believe me I can be harder on myself than any publisher could.  I had to stop doing that because I was stressing myself the hell out.


Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing?

Yes, Laughing hysterically! I have recently realized that my friends and I laugh so much when we are talking to each other and spending time together that I have transferred that into my books. 

How do you know you’ve written a good book?

HA! I know I have written a good book when I am writing it and I say (excuse the language) ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP!’ I find that when I am writing I will have a plan and while I am mid-paragraph, I will change my mind on where I want to go with the story and go off the top of my head and surprise the HELL out myself! Ha Ha!


How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

I have a character excel spreadsheet. I will think of a name I want to use in the future or hear a name I want to use and I put it in that spreadsheet.  Then once I have a story line, I will go into the spreadsheet and pick the names of the characters for the story line.  Once I use the names in a story, I put the name of the book next to the name.


Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

I am a Swooper a TERRIBLE Swooper! Ha Ha! I hate editing, hate hate hate. Did I say hate? Ha Ha.  I will go through the entire book sometimes 250 pages and go through and do a spell check. Then I have a friend that I have read it for me, tell me all the errors and I change them, then I send it to the editor.

What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

Ice tea, potato chips and music. Oh and my Boston terrier, Ruby.  She is my love-bug and for some reason, she has always been protective of me. I got her when she was five months old. She will sit in her doggie bed and sleep while I write and if she is outside or with my kids while I am writing, it feels like something is off.

What types of scenes are your favorite to write?

Conversation scenes; so for me, that is, I like a lot of conversation rather than description. When I write, I think ‘how do I think this topic and this conversation will go between these two personalities of these characters? How do I think this conversation would go?’  Then I just go. I LOVE it!  I will find myself laughing out loud or even crying. When you can touch yourself… in my humble dirty opinion… you have talent.  Ha Ha.

How do you feel about the term “Mommy Porn”?

What the what now? Ok, I do not get why when you become a mother you are expected to not be kinking and freaky. Then you get the husbands that are like, ‘well, once the kids came, you stopped wanting to swing from the chandelier with me.’ That’s because when she had that baby, she became a “mom” and so can no longer be a big old freak!  Mommy Porn to me is societies’ way of saying, ’you can’t like to have your ass spanked with your arms tied above your head with a silk scarf.’ Yes, I said it! Ha Ha!

I think it is crap. I am a mommy, so I will never allow sexual photos or videos to be taken of me because lets’ face it, you really can’t control that; other than that… what I do in the bedroom does not affect the mother that I am. They entirely are two separate entities.

I also think that women prefer to use their imagination more than men. NOT ALL but most and with dirty books you can do that. You can picture yourself with this delicious man that has been described. But with “daddy porn” THERE IT IS… who-ha and ding-a-ling, no imagination necessary! Ha Ha 

Do you prefer to write 1st or 3rd Person POV? Why?

I actually like 3rd person POV because in my POV, it’s easier to write the emotions and thoughts of both main characters.

What do you feel are the most important aspects to a good romance?

Passion, communication, and a description of what both parties are feeling for each other.


Are you always in the driver’s seat? Or do your characters drag you along for the ride?

No, I am not always in the driver’s seat. My characters’ personalities tell me what they want to say and do and there are times when I am like, ‘HEY I am the writer here. SHHH!’ Ha Ha.  Wait, does that mean I have multiple personalities? Ha Ha.

What is your least favorite part of the writing process?

EDITING, and FORMATTING! Ha ha

Lightning Round

What is your most cherished possession?

My father’s flag from his military burial, and some handkerchiefs that my grandmother handmade for me.

How do you feel about being the center of attention?

I am a little uncomfortable with it. People can be so mean and hateful and I can be really sensitive sometimes. So being in the spot light is scary to me sometimes.

What makes you blush?

A sexy man telling me I am sexy. Naked people!

What is your worst habit?

Finger nail biting and swearing

Do you have any irrational fears or phobias?

Spiders, bugs, and lightening


What are you the most hopeless at?

Staying angry at people that hurt or violate me. I will forgive and let them right back into my life leaving room for me to be hurt again.


Favorites
Food: Pizza
Color: Pink
Book:
Movie: Calamity Jane, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, The Star Wars Trilogy, Friday
Band: Boyz II Men
Song: Your Home is in my Heart
Quote: "If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities." — Maya Angelou
TV Show: Criminal Minds, NCIS, NCIS LA, Rizzoli and Isle and The Closer
Holiday: Christmas
Sport: Football
Guilty Indulgence: Stilettos
Dessert: Cheesecake
Time of Day: Sunrise

Thursday, May 29, 2014

A Coming Soon Release by Erika Reed!




 Out Tuesday 3rd June!
Madison Duffey would do anything to protect her three-year-old son, Trent, including lying to everyone she loves to hide the identity of Trent’s father. A single mother with no time for anyone but her beloved boy, Madison’s world changes forever the night the men she’s always wanted blow into town and back into her life.
After one too may concussions on the ice put their future at risk, hockey players Riley and Stormy Masters are trying to decide whether to hang up their skates for good. Now they know the woman that has invaded their every dream has kept a very important secret from them. Riley and Stormy must decide if their careers are more important than the woman and child that has suddenly appeared in their lives.
Will Madison be willing share her heart to double her chances for love and have the family she has always wanted? 



Story Excerpt

“Riley, I can explain. Just not here, please,” Madison pleaded as she looked around the room full of her family and friends.
Riley looked to his twin brother, Stormy, nodded, and sighed. “Okay, Madison, but after this party is over, we will talk,” he said before turning on his heel to walk over to the bar to where Tye was standing serving people drinks.
Madison released her breath that she had been holding in ever since she spotted her twin standing in her family’s bar. Shit was going to hit the fan tonight and Madison wasn’t looking forward to the conversation she was going to have in the future with Trent’s fathers.
Over four years ago, Madison had attended one of Tye’s away games, which she had done numerous times before. Tye didn’t like to be alone on these long trips. He had told her on several occasions that he felt homesick and wanted one of his sister’s or his father to join him when he traveled on his away games.
On one particular away game, Madison couldn’t sleep, so she decided to go down to the bar and have a nightcap. After receiving her vodka cranberry, she decided to take her drink and sit in a booth in the back of the bar, where she could enjoy her drink in peace. That’s when she noticed the two handsome men, Riley and Stormy Masters, walk into the bar. She knew who they were since they were her brother’s teammates, but she had never formally been introduced to them.
Every woman in the bar took notice of them, including their loyal fans. After they signed a few autographs, they took their drinks from the bar and turned around, looking for a place to sit. That’s when they both locked eyes on her. Madison felt her skin heat as her clit throbbed by the way their hot molten eyes were boring into hers. They smiled at her and walked toward the table she was seated at in the back and smiled at her as they approached her. These guys were the tallest men she had ever seen. Madison was a tall five-foot-nine woman but even she had to stretch her neck to look at them as they spoke to her.
“Hi,” the one she recognized as Stormy said.
Madison nodded and smiled. “Hello.”
Riley, Stormy’s identical twin asked, “Do you mind if we join you for a drink?”
She waved her arm at the chairs around her, but they both decided to sit in the booth on either side of her.
Riley was the first to address her. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“Tye Duffey is my little brother.”
“Ahh…I thought I recognized you from somewhere.” Stormy then turned to face her and moved in a little closer. “So where is little brother now? Did you put him to bed with his pacifier?”
Madison snickered. She noticed that he had slid closer so that she could smell the scent of the fresh soap he must have just used. She noticed his black hair was still a little wet. They must have just showered and come down. Stormy had short spiky hair like Riley’s except Stormy’s hair was only spiky in the very front as to where Riley’s was spiky all on the top of his head.
“No, he was tired and wanted to crash early.”
Riley nodded. “Stormy practically dragged me out of bed too. Today’s game wore me out.” He leaned in closer and whispered, “But I sure am glad he talked me into coming down here for a drink. This gives us a chance to get to know you better, Madison.”
Long story short, after a few hours and way too many vodka cranberries Madison ended up going up to their room and having sex with them. The next morning when she woke up in the middle of them, naked, she grabbed her clothes and ran like a scared little rabbit. She knew it was a mistake having sex with them. But it was the best sex she had ever had. They were both so attentive and relentless in bed. She barely had a chance to breathe when they wanted to have sex again. They fucked like bunnies until the sun came up. Riley and Stormy probably had a girl in every town the visited. Madison didn’t want to be one of their groupies.
After that one special encounter with the twins, somehow they got her cell number, most likely from Tye, and tried to contact her by phone messages and even text. By then her period was late and she knew she was going to have their baby. Madison was scared and didn’t know what to do. The twins were just starting out in their careers. For God’s sake, they were only twenty-three to her twenty-eight years. She knew that they wouldn’t be ready to have a baby. She couldn’t bear to abort her baby if they asked her to. After a while the phone calls and text stopped. And Madison’s world of motherhood was about to begin without a father for Trent.
      Lana’s voice brought her out of her trance, bringing her back to reality.
“Are you okay?” she asked in a concerned voice as she dragged her back to the kitchen for more privacy.
Madison closed her eyes and looked around to make sure that no one was listening. That’s when Trent came from the back storage room holding a stack of plates and the basket of French bread.
“Mommy, are you okay? You look sick,” the sweet little angel said to her.
Lana was the one to answer him. “Mommy is fine. She just needed to get something back here in the kitchen she forgot.” Lana shushed him from the kitchen before turning to face her once more.
With Lana’s hands on her hips she said, “Spill, Madison. I am not blind. I know Riley and Stormy are Trent’s father. Holy crap, how couldn’t I have seen the resemblance before today? I have seen them play with Tye all those years. They look just like him.”




Author's Bio

 Erika Reed lives in Southern California with her loving husband and two beautiful daughters. She is very thankful for her family and friends that have been there, supporting her from the beginning of her writing career.
When she is not writing or running her busy household, she enjoys sitting down with her Kindle, reading one of her favorite authors. She enjoys her writing and will continue to surprise her readers with more exotic stories in the future. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at erikareedauthor49@gmail.com.