Guest Author: Siobhan Muir!

Happy Monday!

Today my guest is the amazing Siobhan Muir. You may know her from her Cloudburst Colorado series filled with sexy witches—or maybe her weekly flash competition, Thursday Threads.

She’s grounded in the real world today and talking a bit about what makes a kink, and she’s brought a pretty tease from her December release—no witches in this one, but, hey—Navy SEALs! Try not to like it too much, because you’ll have to wait until December 2nd to read it. 😉



It’s Kink Month on Charley’s blog in celebration of her upcoming release and that got me to thinking about what is kink? We’ve all heard what mainstream media says about it and seen some of the extreme versions of it, but I think it’s a matter of personal definition. One woman’s kink is another woman’s vanilla. 😉

Like a favorite body shape or flavor of cookie, Kink comes in all shapes, sizes, and flavors, and there’s no such thing as one size fits all. It’s subjective and personal, and it’s important to remember that whenever someone tells you their kink or expresses disdain for yours. I have one friend who doesn’t find spanking a pleasant kink at all, and another friend whose go-to object to start play is a wooden spoon.

Some folks’ idea of kink is having sex with the lights on and they might have a hard limit of any position other than missionary. That’s not even vanilla to me. That’s more like sawdust, and not remotely kinky. Others need role-playing to heat things up, but their hard limit is pet play (puppy or pony) or impact play. Some folks have fetishes like perfectly pedicured feet, but reject any notion of restraints. Still others like knife play and suspension. My own hard limit has to do with pain. For me, kinky playtime should be fun with toys and costumes (lingerie and fancy shoes count), but there shouldn’t be pain. That’s my hard limit and all play stops.

The point is kink comes in a wide variety of forms and each is right for the partners participating in playtime. For some multiple partners is a form of kink. For others it’s a lifestyle.

Like Charley, I have a new release coming on December 2 2013 entitled The Navy’s Ghost and I like to call it my Ménage a’SEALs because it’s about three SEALs finding love in an unconventional (kinky) way. Lieutenant “Retro” Waters has what he thinks of as a dark need to share his woman, which his father has repeatedly drilled into him as depraved. Chief Warrant Officer “Magic” Hunter doesn’t see a problem with sharing, especially when it comes to Ensign Christiana “Ghost” Brickman. Chris wants both her swim buddies and Magic’s okay with it, but Retro fears sharing as his addiction and will do everything in his power to avoid it.  Here’s the blurb.

A SEAL is strongest with her Team…


Ensign Christana “Ghost” Brickman is the only female SEAL to survive BUD/S training, a real Navy Jane. But when an ambush ends her career as an active SEAL, she’s free to pursue other interests. Like her two best friends Lt. Jim “Retro” Waters and Chief Warrant Officer Todd “Magic” Hunter. She’s wanted them for over a year, but never dared to approach them while in the Squad.

Retro has fought his dark desires since high school, certain the need to share his women unnatural. Magic had never considered sharing before Ghost mentions it, but it solves his dilemma: his best friend or his woman.

But when Retro balks at Ghost’s offer, she marries Magic and everyone feels Retro’s loss. When Ghost and the other wives of Beta Squad are kidnapped, Retro must reevaluate how much both Ghost and Magic mean to him. And he must decide how far he’s willing to go to save the woman he loves most in the world, before she becomes the Navy’s ghost.

Sharing may not seem like a big kink, but to some folks it’s way outside the norm. And that’s okay. As Azim in Robinhood said, “Allah loves wondrous variety.” So my question for you is, do you have a hard limit on kink, and if you’re willing to share, what is it?

Thanks so much for stopping by during Kink Month.

Guest Author: Renea Mason!


Happy Monday everyone! (I know, I know, just trust me!)

Today I’m trading blog spaces with Renea Mason and she’s brought her paranormal erotic Romance to steam up the windows! (Now i bet Monday’s sounding a little better!) First, she’s letting us in on a little pondering about her series, and then shares an excerpt. The excerpt is at the end, so be sure you read all the way to the bottom! Once you get there, check out my post over on her site for more ponderings and an excerpt.

Thanks for swapping spaces with me, Renea!

Unconventional Love Indeed

First let me thank Charley for hosting me.  As I pondered what might interest Charley’s readers about my latest work, I was distracted by the tagline on this website—Unconventional Love.

This concept is one the Symphony of Light series will explore from a lot of different angles.  There is nothing conventional about this paranormal erotic romance wrapped with an urban fantasy ribbon, or its cast of characters.

Book one, is the story of Linden, a woman who suffered a tragic past.  She coped with her losses, only to have them return in the form of her once dead, beyond sexy, first love, Cyril. He’s back and he’s pissed.

Their turbulent re-acquaintance is fueled by Cyril suspicion and leads to love, lust and sacrifice when Cyril’s nemesis makes Linden the pawn in his game.

Even though the relationship between Cyril and Linden is the focal point of this first installment, the story introduces Clarence, Linden’s gay work associate and best friend, Cyril’s family, six immortal men created by Cyril.  The first story hints at the dynamic between these men. And there is a lot said in what remains unspoken. Linden’s relationship with Cyril and his family is anything but typical.

Book two features one of Cyril’s family members, Overton, a man created from combining the souls of a Priest, a miner and the miner’s son over 600 years ago.  But beyond that it further explores Clarence’s relationship with a man who joins Cyril’s cause.  I’d love to give you more juicy details, but I’ve already said too much.

So even though this series through it’s eventual end will not be summed up using any one specific gender pairing (m/f, f/f, m/m, m/f/m, m/m/f – you get the point) it will definitely be considered unconventional love.

About the book


Symphony of Light and Winter from Etopia Press – released June 21st, 2013

One woman. Seven men. All bound by one man’s undying devotion.

Fundraiser Linden Hill has a knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.

But ten years after watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous, but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…

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About the author

Renea Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.

When she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.

She is also a founding member of the

Thank you

Thanks to Charley Descoteaux for hosting me.  And thank you to all my current and future readers.

My best.

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Here is a short excerpt to whet your appetite:

My amusement was interrupted by the absolute last thing I needed. Cyril. As if being in a room with a bunch of men who wanted me but didn’t know why and hated me for it wasn’t bad enough. In his black custom suit, he radiated power. He pulled at his cuff links as he stopped to survey the room.

Instead of trying to make my escape, I seized an opportunity to antagonize him. I was really starting to enjoy tormenting him.

“Good morning, Grim, it is nice of you to join us.”

“Grim. Ha! She called him Grim.” Rhys clapped his hands as he laughed.

Cyril didn’t acknowledge me or Rhys’s comment. He stood there for a very long time and looked around the room at each man. Nobody met his gaze but me. Cyril’s fists clenched at his side, jaw tight, and face furious.

“I warned all of you,” he addressed the room. He didn’t growl but rather wrapped his words with a subtle menace.

“Leave them alone. You know this is entirely your fault. If you would just think things through, you’d stop fucking everything up. I do have to say, of all your fuckups, this one is certainly the most impressive and entertaining from my perspective.” I winked at Overton, who managed to glare at me even with his head practically bowed. Why were they so fucking subservient to him?

The next thing I knew, I was yanked from my seat and hoisted onto the counter. Cyril grabbed my ass and pulled me to the edge, forced my legs open, and stepped between them. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head against mine. It wasn’t his voice I heard but rather his mind. It felt like when I talked to myself but somehow I knew it was him. Strange, he had tone and inflection while communicating.

“You need to stop showing off in front of my men. Yes, I fucked up, but do you really want them to give in to their urges? Do you think you can fend them off? I could toss you to them and see how far you get. Is that what you want? Maybe I should let them have their way with you and pull up a chair to watch. I want you to think about something before you start to defy me. I’m the only one who can keep you safe. So it’s best you stop being a smart-ass for five seconds and listen to me. I’m going to do something that will piss you off. I’m warning you now it’s for your own good. You need to go along with it, no matter how angry you are at me. Don’t fight me. I’ll try to fix this but until then, I need to take a few precautions.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. If I thought something, could he hear me? Was this two-way communication? I tried to push him away.

He tightened his grip and his voice was in my head again.

“Stop it! Let me remind you that I have a special connection with these men. Not only can I read their thoughts but I can’t block them. I don’t have to try to receive them. I know exactly what each person in this room, besides you of course, is thinking right now.”

So that’s what Overton meant when he said Cyril had ways of finding out.

“The thoughts that assaulted me when I entered this room would make a porn star blush; every one of their little fantasies featured you.”

I giggled.

The voice growled. “Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and angry. I am. But if you knew the things they were thinking you’d better understand why I need to do what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over there? Let’s just say his tastes run a little dark. Ever spend considerable time naked with your hands bound behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth? He’s picturing you that way, this very instant.”

I stiffened. That didn’t at all appeal to me.

“Thor seems to think that you’d enjoy all of us taking you at the same time.”

And he seemed so quiet and sweet.

“Sinclair wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke, all the while telling you how it’s your entire fault. Rhys is thinking of how you would look sprawled out on the hood of his new sports car, and Overton…”

“NO!” I yelled.

It seemed like a violation of privacy with Overton. Unlike the others, I considered him a friend. I respected him too much.

“See, like it or not, I’m going to tell you what he’s thinking since it pisses me off the most. He thinks I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, to lay my claim. Once he gets past the fantasies of watching me fuck you, which he finds exceptionally arousing…”

There was a momentary pause to the voice and when he started again, he was angry.

“He then knocks on your bedroom door after you run crying from the room. You invite him in and he holds you in his arms while you cry about how I violated and humiliated you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to be your savior. He wants to save you from me. But he knows he can’t.”

I felt the moment he left my head, because a sudden wave of dizziness came over me.

With no more words, he tilted his head and placed his lips against mine. I fought the rigidity that tried to seize my body. I knew it was best to give in. I wouldn’t fight him, but I knew every time he got close, I ran the risk of losing myself. I was still way too angry to just give up.

His lips danced with mine as he nestled himself between my open thighs.

Was Overton right? How far would he take it? If it did go too far, would I be able to stop him? He was such a fucking weakness for me I honestly didn’t think I would.

He was gentle and softly stroked my back as his tongue made love to my mouth. With one hand he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him, and with the other he reached up, cupped my breast, and squeezed hard. His kiss grew frantic and I became caught up in the sensation, forgot where I was, and that I had an audience. He pushed me hard against his erection as he rubbed himself rhythmically against my core. “You are mine. You belong to me. Now say it! Let them all know who you belong to.”

Was he kidding? I hesitated.

He ran his fangs up the side of my neck in warning. He whispered in my ear, “Say it. You need to say it. Let them hear it come from your lips.” His hand drifted from my breast to the hem of my nightgown and pulled up one side so it rested in the crease where my leg met my hip.

Somehow the part of me that knew he was right surfaced, and the stubborn part of me took a momentary vacation. If I was his, they wouldn’t dare defy him. It would keep me safe.

His fingers toyed with the edge of my panties before tugging the fabric to the side to allow him to stroke my moist skin. He positioned himself at the juncture between my legs, allowing my naked flesh to gather friction from his cloth-covered cock.

“Yes, Cyril, I’m yours.”

With that, he struck. His fangs pierced my neck. The second of pain from his bite passed and the pleasure grew, igniting my veins with liquid desire. One arm tightened around me, pulling me harder against his cock. The other held my head while he sucked harder. Each pull he took was linked to the sensitive place between my legs. He ground his hips into mine and I moaned. The first wave of climax hit, tensing muscles and pushing my breath out in a rush. This was new. He could do this just by biting me?

I shook in his arms as he drank. Tremor after tremor seized me as he took his fill. I was so caught up in the sensation I only vaguely noticed the moans and growls that escaped from behind his teeth. With one final pull, and a thrust of his hips, he finished with a crushing embrace as he removed his teeth from my neck.

“Mine!” he roared. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close. He dipped his head to lick closed the small punctures on my throat.

I threw my head back. My breathing slowed as the cloud that had invaded my head receded.

Son of a bitch! I just came in front of everyone while sitting on the kitchen counter!

I was afraid to open my eyes but when I did, he stared back.

He nuzzled my cheek. “I’m sorry. I only want to protect you. If you’re mine, no one will dare touch you. I needed to lay my claim but I didn’t want to take anything you hadn’t already offered. Since you’ve replenished me before I thought this might be more acceptable.”

I was angrier with myself than him.

He caressed my arms and back. When I mustered enough courage to look around, we were the only
people in the kitchen, with the exception of Overton, who stood in the doorway holding the keys to my car.

Cyril softly lifted my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I end up saying that far too often. But I need you to know, hearing those words from your lips…ah, hell. I can’t even explain it. Perhaps someday, you’ll utter them in truth.”

He placed his forehead against mine, took a deep breath. “Fuck. Maybe Overton is right. Maybe someone should save you from me.”


Guest Author: Lacey Wolfe!

Happy Monday folks!

I’m going to start your week with a little het lovin’! My friend Lacey Wolfe has brought her heroine to talk about their book Wanted: Wife. We’re trading spaces for the day (but, sadly, Vern Yip won’t be helping either one of us), so once you check this out, visit her blog where I’m interviewing DJ from A Sunday Kind of Love.

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today! Well, me and Darcy from Wanted: Wife.

Darcy: Hi! It’s lovely to be here.

Lacey: The question on everyone’s mind is, why in the world did you answer an ad in the paper for a wife? What was going through your head?

Darcy: The bills were piling up, I was about to be evicted from my apartment. I can’t really say how it happened, but before I knew what I was doing, I was emailing with Steven.

Lacey: If you’d known reading the ad that he was the same Steven you had a huge crush on from high school, would you have hesitated in answering?

Darcy: I want to say ‘hell no!’, but you know, if I’d known it was someone I knew, I don’t know I would’ve answered from the embarrassment alone.

Lacey: It all worked out anyway. *smiles*

Darcy: No thanks to the obstacles that you put in the story. Why in the world did you come up with us trying to be platonic?

Lacey: Sexual tension. Stuff the readers want.

Darcy: *Groans* Ugh, I wanted to rip the man’s clothes off more times that I can count, and yet anytime we kissed something happened. Whether it be his mom, his ex…

Lacey: Hey, like I said above. It all worked out in the end.

Darcy: Because it did, I’ll leave you alone.

Lacey: How is your relationship with your parents?

Darcy: It’s getting better. My parents still don’t get why I want to work and have a life outside of being a house wife. But now that I am at more of their high society functions, they are more understanding.

Lacey: How are you adjusting being back in the rich and famous lifestyle.

Darcy: Do I really have to admit that I like it?

Lacey: *Laughs* No.

Darcy: Good! Because what I said above is the closet you’re going to get.

Lacey: Thanks for coming with me today, Darcy. I know you have a bakery to run. I bet readers would’ve loved it if you’d brought some yummy apply baked goods.

Darcy: Come on by The Apple Orchard Bakery anytime and I’ll be sure to give you a treat! Thank you for having me today as well!

Wanted: Wife, By Lacey Wolfe

 Help Wanted: A Wife

Darcy White can’t believe she’s answering a help wanted ad from someone looking to hire a wife, but she’s hit rock bottom and is on the verge of being evicted from her apartment. When she learns that the guy she had a crush on in high school is the one looking to hire, she’d be crazy not to live out her fantasy.

Steven McDonald needs a wife, or at least a fiancée, before his grandfather retires or else he won’t inherit the family business. He knows not just any woman will do, and in a desperate attempt to find a solution, he places a help wanted ad in the local paper. The day Darcy White answers it, his dreams begin to come true.

As Darcy and Steven pretend they’re engaged, they make a promise to keep things platonic. But the more time they spend together, the harder it is to keep their hands off one another. With his grandfather’s retirement approaching, and the possible end to their fake engagement, can Steven and Darcy admit their feelings to not only themselves but each other?

Content Warning: contains adult language and sensual love scenes

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“I’m making coffee, want any?” Darcy called from the kitchen.

As Steven entered the kitchen he said, “I’d love a cup.”

Steven leaned against the counter. Darcy poured water into the coffee maker and then scooped the coffee in. After she pressed the brew button, she turned and stared back at him.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said.

She nodded. “Yeah, it was okay.”

Steven laughed. “Your parents were kind.” He reached his hand out toward her.

Darcy walked to him, taking his hand.

“Your dad gave us his blessing.”

“I had no doubt he would. Your family is well known.”

Steven wasn’t sure what had come over him, maybe it was the scotch he’d shared with her dad, but he couldn’t resist the beautiful woman in front of him. He tugged her to him, and her body molded against his perfectly. With his free hand, he pushed her hair behind her ear and then pressed his lips to hers. He expected resistance from her, but she opened up right away, wanting the kiss as much as he did.

Sliding his hand around her neck, he tilted her head so he could deepen the kiss. Her fingers danced around his waist and the little sensation went straight to his groin. Releasing her hand, he gripped her waist and pulled her into him. He was hard and it pressed into her and she didn’t seem to mind. Damn this woman! She should be pushing away from him, reminding him they were to stay friends, but instead he kept hoping her hand would find its way lower.

Could they do this once and then pretend it never happened? His erection was telling him yes, but his brain was telling him no. He started to pull away from the kiss, but Darcy wouldn’t let him.

God, he was turned on and wanted to touch her, taste her, explore her. He needed her!

“Stop, Darcy.” He pushed her off him.

She stepped back, a shocked look on her face.

“I can’t control myself. I want to take you to bed so bad.”

“I want that too.” She moved closer to him again and wrapped her arm around his neck and let her other hand dangle at his waistband. “Can’t we have a little fun?”

Do it or not? Yes or no? His core ached and taunted him. Taking a deep breath, he decided to listen to the head below.
He lifted Darcy up and sat her on the counter. His lips were everywhere. Her neck, collarbone. His hands were greedy as they worked the buttons on her blouse. “Stop me now, Darcy.”

She gazed into his eyes and then cupped his erection through his pants. “No.”

“No turning back?”

“No turning back.”

About Lacey Wolfe

Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.

Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.

You can find Lacey at the following places:
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Guest Author, Siobhan Muir!

This is another busy week and another lovely lady to entertain you! Today the wonderful and talented Siobhan Muir is my guest and she’s brought her latest release, The Beltane Witch, to share, along with some thoughts on Romance genres.

Warning: this post contains thinky thoughts that’ll get you pondering, and some hot het lovin’ (but trust me, this is nothin’ compared to what follows *fans self*).

The Art of Writing a Damn Good Story

Thank you so much for having me here today, Charley.

Charley and I write very different story types. She writes contemporary male/male romance and I write paranormal male/female romance. What makes readers appreciate our stories isn’t necessarily the sex of the characters (although that is one criteria), it’s the ability to tell a damn good story.

I’m sure there have been times where you’ve picked up a book because the subject seemed interesting, and just couldn’t get into it, even if it was written in your favorite genre. And then you’ve picked up a book written in a genre you’d never considered, and couldn’t put it down. It has happened to me several times, and the major difference between them is the art of writing a damn good story.

When I first started reading romance, I stuck with M/F romance. I’m a straight woman and at the time, there wasn’t much M/M romance out there. It never occurred to me to look. But as the M/M genre has exploded, so did the number of people writing. I picked up a few to see what they were about and some of the storylines intrigued me.

What I found is this: no matter the genre, no matter the sex of the characters, I only liked the books if there was a good storyline. Let me clarify. The author had to make me care about the characters, make the situations real enough for me to dread the hero(es)’s defeat, and cheer the conflict’s resolution, and make me want to know that everything would work out.

Also, there had to be a connection between the characters, and I’m not talking about sex. Human interaction, the spark of emotion and connection, is the heart of romance. The characters have to show positive emotion toward each other in a realistic way with which the reader can identify, even in paranormal romance. And the characters have to grow from the beginning to the end. No growth, no real story.

In my latest release, The Beltane Witch, the second book in the Cloudburst Colorado series, Sabrina Foxglove is just existing and doesn’t trust men any further than she can throw one. Men leave and ignore their responsibilities, and as a single mother of two, she doesn’t have time for them. Darius Winterbourne is the ultimate playboy and has had quick liaisons with numerous women to avoid responsibility. But when he meets Sabrina, his motivations and needs change, and he grows as a character, trying to convince her he’s worthy of her trust. And she has to grow beyond her fears to see the value in Darius’s addition to her life.

What genre surprised you by becoming a favorite?

[Charley here–I love this cover so much I’m using it twice! :)]

The Beltane Witch, by Siobhan Muir

Magic, mayhem, and motherhood… a witch’s work is never done, but Sabrina draws the line at the Fae.

After almost two decades as a practicing witch in Cloudburst, Colorado, Sabrina Foxglove is done with men, magic, and the fertility rituals of High Beltane. She’s dealt with all three before and ended up with a young daughter and no partner. Twice. She’s looking forward to a magic-free May Day, with nothing more exciting than making brownies for a kindergarten class and decorating a May Pole. She definitely doesn’t have time for a handsome, Fae-touched man.

After almost two centuries as the human chamberlain to the Fae’s Summer Court, Darius Winterbourne is a man accustomed to getting his way. So when the Summer Queen tasks him with finding a witch to perform the annual rituals and strengthen the ancient warding magicks, he figures it should be easy. He doesn’t expect Sabrina’s hardheaded refusal, her untrained abilities, or his attraction to her. With less than a week to Beltane, he must gain Sabrina’s trust before he loses his home, his position…and his heart.

Emotional connection and character growth makes a story great, in any genre, and makes them memorable for years to come. That’s what makes a damn good story.

Thanks again for having me here today, Charley. 🙂

What? That’s it? Nope, here’s a little excerpt to put some wiggle in your walk on this lovely Thursday. If you can still see straight (haha) keep reading for more about Siobhan and the secret to finding her on the web.

He hadn’t expected her power to be so strong or so pleasurable. He’d never communed with anyone outside his family before, but her magic had slid over him like a tailored glove, meshing with his own abilities perfectly. He’d only wanted more. His suggestion to try again had been made more from desire than from encouragement.

Even now his cock rose in response to the sensation memory of her glorious energy.

Quiet, you. Go to bed.

He resettled his body against the cushions and closed his eyes, but the arousal followed him down into his dreams. He found himself standing in Sabrina’s room beside her bed as she slept. She’d thrown off the covers and lay on her back in nothing more than a gossamer silk nightgown. The finely woven fabric cupped her breasts, offering the barest hints of dark areolas and taut nipples. Another dark smudge marred the cloth at the juncture of her thighs and his cock flexed happily against his trousers.

“Holy Goddess,” he whispered. He could no more stop himself from bending to kiss her than he could stop the rain.

Sabrina smiled sleepily and opened her eyes. “Darius.”

“Shh. Let me pleasure you, acushla.” He traced her neck and shoulder with kisses as he slowly pulled aside her nightgown.

When he exposed one full, plump breast to his lips, he sucked the nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. Sabrina moaned and writhed beneath him with sensual, sleep-slowed motions.

“Oh, yes, Darius. Please.”

The pleasure in her voice sent blood rushing to his cock, impossibly hardening it more. Her rich taste against his tongue took his breath away and he couldn’t get enough of her. He thrust his hand under her gown and stroked the other breast, reveling in the taut nipple against his palm as she gasped.

“Oh, Goddess, that feels wonderful.”

Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s recent release, The Beltane Witch, is the second book in the Cloudburst Colorado series, and she has also published Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing. Her free read entitled A Hell Hound’s Fire introduces her Cloudburst, Colorado series.

If you’d also like to get to know The Beltane Witch a little better, click on either book cover or find it on Smashwords.






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Guest Author & Giveaway: Eden Summers!

If you like Romance and Rock Stars, I have just the thing for you–Eden Summers is here and she’s brought her story of hot het lovin’ and a giveaway!

Blind Attraction
(Reckless Beat #1)

by Eden Summers

He can seduce with a single glance.

Peering down at a sea of fans, rock star, Mitchell Davies can’t deny the innocent beauty of a woman in the front row. He’ll stop at nothing to get to know her. When a public altercation leaves her weak and defenseless, he takes the opportunity to be her savior.

She’s been sheltered from the world.

Alana Shelton wants to spread her wings and experience life away from her restrictive upbringing. But she isn’t prepared for a gorgeous stranger to sweep her off her feet while at her most vulnerable.

Attraction will bring them together, but their pasts will try to tear them apart.

He wants to teach her how to trust, but she’ll show him how to love. In a glamorous world of rock-and-roll, only time will tell if they’re up for the challenge.

Check out Blind Attraction here:
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Guest Author: Jennifer James!

Today, the amazingly talented Jennifer James is taking over my blog! She has a new book out — which you know has to be super hot and sexy! — and is throwing a party to celebrate on the last day of May.

Don’t miss out — that’s tomorrow! You’ll find a link at the end of the hot stuff.

I have a bad habit of creating series. I love to read them, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I keep writing them. *grin* Last week I released my very first Indie title, a short story set in a universe called HOWL. This universe will be in the spirit of Felicity Heaton’s Vampire Realms, with lots of different characters, book lengths, and storylines. I hope you’ll enjoy my take on werewolf soul mates in this first installment, MARKED.


Five years ago she ran. . .

Kayla is back where she belongs: in Jack’s arms. But after the initial explosion of pent up longing and need have passed, she has to convince him to complete the bond between them.

Ingrained fears sent her running, but the need for her mate and the love she’s denied has brought her back. To be Marked will join their souls together forever, a bond Kayla can no longer live without.

An Alpha wolf, Jack waited for Kayla to return to him and protected her from afar. When he senses her outside his home, he isn’t beyond setting a trap meant to entice her back.

Once he has her, he has to show her it isn’t just her heart he needs.

He needs her trust and with it, her submission.

To celebrate the release of MARKED, I’m running a Rafflecopter through May 31. In it, there’s a chance to win a gorgeous book thong I created! I also two some Jennifer James swag packs up for grabs. But don’t worry, if the Rafflecopter doesn’t smile on you, I’m hosting a Facebook party May 31. There will be ebooks, awesome swag, and lots of games.

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Jennifer James lives in a fantasy land where it’s always 75 degrees and sunny, a river made of non-fat chocolate runs past her house, and dogs don’t poop. (She hates cleaning up dog pooh.) A mutli-published author of erotica and erotic romance, she loves to write stories with heat, heart, and happily ever afters.

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Guest Post by Shehanne Moore: Land lubberz ahoy!

You’re in for a real treat today–Shehanne Moore is here to talk about pirates and her new release The Unraveling of Lady Fury!

Bosley Crowther wrote in the New York Times of 10 August 1940 about The Sea Hawk, ‘Of course, the film is all historically cockeyed, and the amazing exploits of Mr. Flynn, accomplished by him in the most casual and expressionless manner, are quite as incredible as the adventures of Dick Tracy. But Flora Robson makes an interesting Queen Elizabeth.’

Talk about damning the whole sorry thing by faint praise. The Sea Hawk is after all,  a pirate movie, although it’s not set during the golden age of piracy.

Pirates as you’ve guessed, or rather the depiction of them in books and onscreen, is what I’m going to blog about today, after I’ve firstly thanked the lovely Charley for so kindly asking me along.  Except my hero being an ex-privateer and me being me, do you seriously think, in your dreams that will happen?  Don’t be silly. The door’s there as well as the google/goggle search button if  ou want out of here. Now is a good a time as any. What we are talking today is the shaggability of the average pirate as depicted onscreen. Move over Long John and that wooden leg. To create my own privateer Flint I had to first find him.

I started  here.

Sexy. Hot incarnate. No disrespect but does Fury like his mascara getting in her eyes, ever mind his own when they….get to it? Those dreadlocks also might prove tricky. Is that why she has that little rule about kissing as in none, cos she doesn’t want a mouthful of them?

As for her next rule.

Never mind Flint and Fury together on deck, looking like a prize pair of Spanish gypsies, ze bandana might just make Fury Zethink rule two. The one about being fully clothed at all times. As we say in Zcotland. Get it aff noo mate.

As for that rule four–forget rule three and no touching when pirates

have hooks and things—could it just be pirates  open their mouths in moments of great intimacy to say  ‘Ooooh Arrrrr, Jim laaaahd’.

to their parrot, a woman would wish for silence?

Actually that’s not why she sets these rules at all.

Now available from Etopia Press. Cover by Amber Shah Designs.  Click the gorgeous cover to get your copy.

But to find out more you may have  to find out for yourself.

The Unraveling of Lady Fury by Shehanne Moore

Genoa 1820

Rule one… There will be no kissing

Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything yet. So long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she might keep her position and her secrets. But when the callously irresistible man she’d rather rot in everlasting hell, than bed, threatens to expose her, she invents bedroom rules to stop herself wanting the one thing she knows he can never give her.

Rule two… There will be no touching

Only when it comes to rules, ex-privateer James Flint Blackmoore is a master at making his own. Soon he’s playing with fire.  Both know future happiness can only lie in keeping each other at arm’s length. Yet  they’re torn by old hurts and the promise of new passion.

 But some rules are made to be broken…

Why is she so determined to hate him? Will her secret truth make it easier or harder for him to abide by the rules?  Or will Flint finally convince her he can give her the one thing he never has?


She knew exactly why he scratched his head. Their love-making had been torrid. It had been sensual. It had been shaming. And it had been absent of any affection. Certainly on his part. Why would a kiss be a sign of anything? To him anyway. She was the damn fool who had thought it had. Who even now was forced to concede the pleasure it would be to take her hand across his face to assist his understanding of her feelings. The impertinence of the damn man, the stinging ignorance.

“It just is.” She eased the distance between them a whisper. “So there will be none. Not now. Not at all.”

“All right then. Saves time. It means—”

“Rule two.” She saw his eyes freeze as he readied himself to yank off his shirt. She persisted anyway. Why not? In many ways she walked a tightrope here. If she paused it might be to her detriment. “You will be fully dressed at all times.”

“What? How the hell am I meant to—”

“I am sure you will manage. You managed plenty before. But I do not desire to look at your body before, during, or after. Nor in any shape or form wandering about this house in just your breeches. Is that understood?”

He dropped his  hands from his shirt and glared, so he must have. “You wanted to look at it plenty before. In fact, it makes my head spin, just how often you—”

True. But that was then. “Rule three.” Clasping her fingers around the cool edge of the dressing table to create another inch of distance, she continued.

“Rule three? You mean there’s more?”

“I will not touch you in any place, intimate or otherwise. I will lie. You will perform.”

Thanks so much for coming, Shey, it’s always fun when you’re around!

Don’t forget to click some of the links below & get to know Shey and Lady Fury a little better!

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This post appeared on the Love Scenes & Wet Dreams blog on 3/31/2013.

Guest Author: Anne Lange!

Today fellow Etopian Ann Lange and I are trading blog spots!  She has a hot new book out–beware of the cover, once you see it you’ll want to jump in and spend the rest of the winter there.  Take it away, Anne!

Please talk to me.

I was wondering what to blog about when I got a text from my son who’s away at university.  My son isn’t a huge conversationalist, but I expect, as do most moms, that I deserve relatively intelligent responses to my quests for information, confirmation or assurance that all is well in his life while he’s out from under my watchful eye.

But what kind of response do I receive from my first born?  Here’s a few: yup, nope, alrighty, ya, sure , haha, and my absolute favourite (not) …. k.

Now, I’m quite certain he had ability to string a sentence together when he left home.  On the extremely rare occasion where he actually does it now, it will look something like this.

no problem and alrighty I hope it was 2 essays and I prepped them well and wrote them so I we’ll see depends on how hard he marks he emphasized quality and that’s not my strongest suit how ru

Apparently my kid never learned the basics of grammar or how to punctuate a sentence.  And ok, I tacked on that last question because one day I’m hoping he’ll actually text me first just to ask how I’m faring.  I will admit, I happened to see an email he prepared for a professor, and low and behold, he actually can write.  Phew.  I was worried I’d wasted the cost of a trip-around-the-world vacation on an education.

In all seriousness though, I sometimes wonder if technology today is helping or hurting our kids.  They’re on computers before they even start school. They rely on spell check, calculators, short forms and smiley face icons to complete their sentences. They can type faster with two thumbs than with all their fingers.   They talk to their friends via text messaging or through headsets attached to their X-box rather than picking up the phone.  And, sometimes the person they’re texting is actually sitting next to them. They communicate through social media or hand-held devices. Their dialogue is short and choppy. And they can’t do simple math in their head.  I actually remember standing in the check-out line one day and watched a young cashier struggle to make change from a $9.85 sale.  I gave her a $10 bill.

Thank God I can throw complete sentences together.  Check out my book Worth the Risk.  Below is the blurb, excerpt and the links to find my book and me. Hope you enjoy.  Thanks for having me Charley!  It’s been a blast…talk to you soon, k.

WorthTheRisk_ByAnneLange-200x300Worth the Risk by Anne Lange

Even the hottest sex might not be enough to ease the pain of the past…

Molly Simpson arrives at a beautiful provincial park, ready to spend the May Two-Four holiday camping with friends. This weekend is the highlight of her year—or it was, until Tanner Daivies showed up. Her high school crush is all grown up, sexy as sin, and he’s demanding answers—answers Molly isn’t sure she can give him. She had her reasons for leaving him all those years ago, but now, sex with Tanner is scorching, and when they’re together, it’s clear they were never meant to be apart. But the past doesn’t want to stay buried, and Molly isn’t sure reliving it is worth the risk…


It was really him. Curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced back over her shoulder. Memories assaulted her as he removed his six-foot-plus frame from the car to stand in the center of the welcome circle. Her friends were all talking at him, their voices filled with excitement. Judging by his glazed expression, their reaction left him a little overwhelmed.

Ten years. She rubbed her chest, thinking back to the invisible ache that had bothered her earlier on the drive here. She’d struggled the entire two hours to keep her focus on the road and not on painful memories from her past.

She flexed her fingers. Maybe the cause of her earlier distress was the fact that this year served as a milestone. Ten years since graduation, ten years since she last saw Tanner, and ten years since…fuck. When did she start counting? Molly searched the area for possible escape routes.

Colleen’s gentle shake brought her back to the moment. “Brad texted me earlier and said he took the afternoon off. He also said he was bringing a surprise with him. He’s been dating somebody new. I just assumed—”

“Um…yeah. I wouldn’t have expected Brad’s surprise to be Tanner either. It…ah…caught me off guard. That’s—” Oh, crap. “I just need a few minutes.”

“You’ve got no color in your face. I’m sure it will be OK. Awkward, yes, but probably fine.”

Molly’s heart palpitated. Colleen’s mouth moved, but the buzz in her ears drowned out the words. She swallowed hard. Air, she needed air.

“Besides, the others won’t let him cause a scene. You’re the one we’ve stayed close to over the years, not him. Our allegiance is to you, honey.”

Molly swung her gaze to where her childhood friends had gathered around the car, effectively pinning Tanner against it. Sam and Olivia, a couple since they were in diapers, were married now, and both glowed like beacons.

Violet, a transplant from Toronto when her parents divorced, hovered close, waiting for her turn to say hi.

Brad and Tanner had been best friends through grade school and high school. Brad had been pissed when Tanner left town without a word to anyone. Looked as though he got over it.

Molly had never told anybody why she and Tanner broke up. She’d stressed over it at the time, deflecting comments from friends about him disappearing days before graduation. She hated the thought of being subjected to the pity she’d see on their faces if they knew the truth. Everybody just assumed the breakup had been his doing. She never corrected them, just implied she’d agreed with his decision.

Colleen’s words began to cut through the insistent noise. Molly nodded. “Thank you. That means more to me than you know.” Unshed tears burned her eyes. She opened her mouth and sucked in a shaky breath, but at least she had oxygen in her lungs now. “You’re right. It will be…fine.” She gulped. “Why don’t you go over and say hi?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m going to wait here for a few more minutes.” She began calculating the odds of sneaking past her friends and making a quick getaway before any of them noticed. She made a mental note to back her car in next time.

“OK.” Colleen gave her a final squeeze and walked over to join the others.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Molly closed her eyes, wishing for a paper bag. A really big one. She so did not need this in her life right now.


Anne Lange grew up with a love of reading. In fact, if you take a close look, she’s got a book with her where ever she goes, and will usually sneak in at least a chapter or ten whenever she can spare a few minutes. She reads many genres of fiction, but prefers to write sexy romance with attractive men, strong females, and always a happily ever after.

While embarking on a career as a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. She grew up in Southern Ontario (Canada), but now makes her home in Eastern Ontario where she lives with her husband, three children, and Rocky, the bearded dragon.

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