I think we all suspected the eventual downfall of Samhain Publishing, despite the initial shock last year when the publisher announced their upcoming closure...only to stay open. Since then I had a feeling they couldn't hang on much longer. Many authors became fed up with too many "we got this" or "we're figuring it out" and "we might have a buyer" announcements that were made. You can only have faith for so long, and in today's tumultuous world of publishers coming and going, trust runs out pretty quick. Back in late 2011 I was excited to be offered a contract for Dark Sun Rising by what was considered one of the big shots in publishing. I had a wonderful experience at Samhain under my old pen name, BL Bonita. My editor was awesome, I got a starred review from Publishers Weekly, and my royalties were always on time. So, looks like I'll have yet another old book to shop around once my rights are returned. Even though I'm disappointed by the outcome, I look forward to finding a new (hopefully permanent) home for this wonderful story. Until next time, folks...
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It's time for another release, ladies and gents! I'm thrilled to introduce PULSE, my short dark erotica that hit the virtual shelves today!
Warning! Erotic Excerpt ahead...
If she wanted honesty, she’d get every naughty little detail. Some might consider him crazy for loving her in his way, but he didn’t care. He adored her, and he’d own the spread of her thighs better than anyone else could. He’d spank her until her curvy ass displayed his palm print. He’d fuck her, like a hurricane ravaged a coastal town. He was a man on a mission. Besides, he’d never hurt her. On the contrary, he was following her advice — advice given in a feathery voice full of passion and mayhem and promises.... Her bedroom lamp illuminated her curvy silhouette. He drew closer, to better see into the room. Every move she made, every breath she took, pulled him in like a torrid dream. He observed the beautiful curves of her body, visible through her sheer nightgown. Beauty didn’t get any better than this. Blood rushed to his cock. He gave his hard-on a squeeze and groaned from the thrilling sensation. He should be her man — the lover at her mercy. Desperate and diligent, he’d use every ounce of his experience and passion to make her scream with lust. Tears would fill her eyes by the sheer ecstasy of his touch. He’d bend her over and fuck away any doubts she might have about him. He’d make certain she’d remember every contour of his cock as he penetrated her in every way imaginable. A slight breeze tousled his hair, carrying the scent of roses. The full moon highlighted the path to her. Tonight was the perfect night to make his move for he had nothing left to lose, and everything to give. He reached out and handled a silken bloom, rolling it between his fingers like tissue paper. Inhaling the rich aroma, he had to push aside the urge to groan from the scent of her. A scent that intoxicated him to the fullest. These bushes were her pride and glory. Even her perfume carried the same heavy, floral bouquet, a drug to the senses. He shuddered, remembering the last time she’d walked past his room, leaving that unforgettable scent in her wake. Want to read more? Buy now: Amazon | B&N | iBooks | Kobo | Smashwords Happy New Year everyone! I hope 2016 was as good for you as it was for me, and may 2017 be even better! I’ve set tough writing goals for myself this year and I look forward to the challenge. :-) This time on Weekend Writing Warriors I'm posting an excerpt from PULSE, a dark erotica short story, ready to pound the virtual shelves January 17! * * * If Vera Cross really loved him, she would free him from his twisted hell. For five years George loved her unconditionally. For five years he imagined how it would feel to be inside her. Vera’s presence made time stand still while he waited with as much patience as a shark catching that first scent of blood in the water. Her every move, every word, every look felt like an extension of his own body, his own mind, his very soul. She unleashed a burning craze in him every time he heard the click of her heels on the polished tiled floors. He couldn’t handle the loneliness any longer. Couldn’t bear to spend another night without her by his side. “Tell me what you need, Mr. Bradley,” she said, her sexy voice making his pulse race. I need you, Vera. * * * As always, please pop over and read posts from the other participating authors via the link below. All George wants is one night with the enchanting Vera Cross. She is the reason and the answer to his tormented dreams. One touch, one kiss, one sigh from her foxy lips, and the hungry beast burning within will give her everything she desires. But as his dreams become reality, George soon learns that the keeper of his heart is not at all what she seems... As Vera lures George into a twisted web of pleasure beyond his most torrid dreams, his dark past lurks within shadow, waiting for the moment to strike. But George loves Vera, and his infatuation will never succumb. If he gives her every dirty little thing she craves, will Vera free him from hell?
PULSE is a dark erotica short story and may offend some readers. Seriously, this story may just burn your fingers... ;-)
Pre-Order today at Amazon! Coming January 17 at Deep Desires Press...All George wants is one night with the enchanting Vera Cross. She is the reason and the answer to his tormented dreams. One touch, one kiss, one sigh from her foxy lips, and the hungry beast burning within will give her everything she desires. But as his dreams become reality, George soon learns that the keeper of his heart is not at all what she seems...
As Vera lures George into a twisted web of pleasure beyond his most torrid dreams, his dark past lurks within shadow, waiting for the moment to strike. But George loves Vera, and his infatuation will never succumb. If he gives her every dirty little thing she craves, will Vera free him from hell? Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where writers post 8-10 sentences of a published work or work in progress. Today I'm posting an excerpt from The Hitman Who Loved Me, the final book to McCoy's Boys. This scene starts off with Terry (hero from book 2) questioning Sam on when he would date a woman who didn’t need to be institutionalized. “There was nothing wrong with Annie.” Terry roared with laughter. “She painted her toenails five times a day, all different colors.” Sam shrugged. “She had cute feet, so what?” “Didn’t she try to paint yours one day?” He ignored that question. Terry would never let it down if Sam admitted that on one exciting night he had blue nail polish on one side and green on the other. He couldn’t refuse Annie. She had a smile that could undo the stitches on his gitch. The McCoy empire is under siege, and Sam Hayes has been tapped to take care of the culprit. Sam knows better than to get involved with his target, but there’s something about Jamie that keeps him from simply finishing the job and moving on. Maybe the hard-bodied hitman just can’t wrap his mind around the fact that the first woman to set his soul on fire is a common criminal. The only thing Sam can do is keep her close. An easy enough task—if Sam doesn’t do something stupid. Like fall in love with the bombshell he was sent to kill…. Read More>> Until next time, ladies and gents! Be sure to check out snippets from the other participating authors through the icon below. Here we are on another adventure with Weekend Writing Warriors! Today I’m jumping back to book 1 of my McCoy’s Boys Series, with 10 sentences from Beautiful Criminal! ~~~ “We don’t know anything about each other.” Gabe leaned down and captured her mouth, nearly bruising her lips with his blazing kiss. A whimper tore from her mouth, and she succumbed, weak from the power of his possession. Why? Why does he have to make it so easy to give in? Gabe’s hand snuck past the hem of her night shirt and lifted it past her waist. She sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers slid between her pussy lips. Back and forth, he lit her fire. Mima gripped the kitchen counter, trapped between the wooden block and his hard body. “What do you want to know about me?” he asked, pinching her clit between his fingers. Mima Etu lives a quiet life with her sled dogs in the stunning Canadian Rockies. But that all changes when she stumbles upon a plane crash while out on a supply run. She’s shocked to discover the pilot is still alive—though barely. With the sun setting and the temperatures quickly dropping, Mima knows he’d never survive the trip to the nearest hospital. So she takes the stranger back to her cabin... Read More>> Until next time, ladies and gents! Be sure to check out snippets from the other participating authors through the icon below.
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