Monday, 25 March 2013

L. VanHorn...Valkyrie Slumbering!

I recently had the pleasure of meeting L. VanHorn on Goodreads. This author's work caught my eye immediately, as we both love fantasy and myth. What's not to love, right? Add some sexy eroticism, and you've got me!

So I am very excited to have L. visiting my blog today to share a bit about her writing journey and her exciting book Valkyrie Slumbering. (Okay, don't tell anyone, but I have a little crush on the sexy dude on the cover...shh!)



What do you enjoy most about writing?

The characters that I get to know.

 

Are you working on another book right now?

I am, two in fact. I’m working on the second book in the Valkyrie trilogy and on a novel about a succubus. Which I’ve got to tell you, is oh so fun.

 

If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?

Pursue your dreams with abandon and don’t stop.

 

What is your work ethic when it comes to writing?

Write every day, crack the whip over my muse when necessary.

 

How do you cope with stress as an author?

Exercise. It’s great for getting the creative juices flowing again.

 

What good book have you read recently?

An Unexpected Return by Jessica E. Subject

 

All your links


 Blurb:
 
After the murder of her father, Kyra's heart is consumed by the need for revenge. The hunt is all that matters. But a chance crossing of paths with the alluring and mysterious Grim threatens to derail her focus and her quest. Something about him draws her in, melts her walls, and speeds her heart. Like her, he is half Alfhiem, but it's more than that. He's funny, considerate, and treats her as an equal even in battle, something most of the Vikings of her native homeland would never do.

Steamy nights is one thing, but Kyra can't allow her heart to become wrapped up with anyone, not until she finds and kills the man who murdered her father. Traveling across the countryside with Grim, though, challenges her resolve in more ways than she thought possible. She still hungers for the hunt but that hunger begins to dim in comparison to the one that grows inside her for Grim.

Creatures that could only be from the legendary land of Midgard interrupt their hunt again and again, creatures that shouldn't exist in this realm. Soon it becomes unclear whether or not Kyra and Grim are the hunters, or the hunted. But who would hunt them, and why?

 
All buy links

Amazon / B&N (more coming soon)

 

 

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

The Selkie up for Best Paranormal Romance at TRR!

I am so excited to share my book The Selkie has been nominated in the category of Best Romance- Paranormal Romance 2012 by The Romance Reviews!

The Selkie

I couldn't be happier just to be on the nominee list with so many wonderful authors and books. This is truly a huge thrill.

If you would like to cast a vote for The Selkie, please visit  http://www.theromancereviews.com/bookvote.php for the full list.

To go right to The Selkie's page, click  Voting continues until the end of the month.

Thanks to all who have read and championed The Selkie this year! I am so grateful for your support.

Rosanna

Monday, 18 March 2013

Vanessa North...Shifter's Song!

Vanessa North is in the house and she's brought a sexy shifter with her!

I am so excited to have my pub sister and fellow member of Love, Lust and Laptops here!
I had the pleasure of reading one of Vanessa's Bonsaint brothers not to long ago, and am still pining. Now, to vex me further, she's brought me another Bonsaint! Vanessa, are you trying to torture me with men I cannot have?

Oh well, at least we aren't going to talk masturbation today...or are we?
Either way, I am thrilled to have the very talented Vanessa here to showcase her new work. Vanessa, the floor it yours!


Hi Rosanna! Thanks for having me back, I promise, this time, I’m going to be on my very best behavior.

 

*waits for the laughter to die down*

 

Seriously, no masturbation talk this time. You can find that blog post here: http://rosannaleo.blogspot.com/2012/12/vanessa-northfight-or-flight.html?zx=9fff04b46bdc191a

 

Today, I wanted to talk a bit about my first M/M book, Shifter’s Song. Shifter’s Song is my second book for the Musa Publishing shared world “The Wiccan Haus,” and yet another member of the Bonsaint clan is headed to the Haus. This time, it’s Edouard’s turn to get some Wiccan Haus healing.

 

You see, Edouard is a bear shifter who can’t shift. He’s a bossy control-freak who’s a little afraid of his own bear. But when his brother Bruno goes missing en route to the Wiccan Haus, Edouard finds a whole lot of motivation to get past his issues.

 

Meanwhile, bird shifter and pop music sensation Lincoln Tucker is at the Haus for some much needed R & R between tours. He sets his sights on Edouard upon arrival at the Haus, and discovers the big bear might just be everything he’s ever wanted, but he doesn’t trust himself to be there for the long haul.

 

Title: Shifter’s Song

Author: Vanessa North

Release Date: 3/8/2013


 

Tagline:

When his brother goes missing en route to the Wiccan Haus, Edouard discovers an unexpected ally--and more.

 

Blurb:

Edouard Bonsaint has a bear-sized problem. He hasn't shifted in ten years, and isn't sure he even can anymore. Chaperoned by his youngest brother, Bruno, he heads to the Wiccan Haus to ask Rekkus for help. But when Bruno doesn't show up on the other side of the portal, Edouard's inability to shift is no longer his biggest problem.

Lincoln Tucker has it all: money, fame, and a golden voice. But he's in the closet twice over--few people know he's gay, and even fewer know he can shift into a songbird at will. Downtime at the Wiccan Haus between tours allows him to be himself. Throw a big toppy bear-shifter into the mix, and Lincoln might just have all he's ever wanted--if he can trust himself to hold on to Edouard.

With passions and tempers burning hot, can Lincoln help Edouard bring forth the bear and save his brother?

 

Excerpt:

“Tell me about your brother,” Lincoln finally said, setting down the cup of tea Sage had brought him.

“Bruno is…quiet. He’s the kind of guy who thinks about everything at least three times before he actually does it. He’s a writer, and he doesn’t seem to mind if most of his friends are fiction. He’s kind of a loner.”

“I’m sorry he’s missing.”

“Yeah.” Edouard tried to swallow a bite of his food but it felt like it would stick in his throat. Finally, he managed to get it down and took a sip of water. He looked back across the table at Lincoln and his hand paused halfway back to the table, forgotten.

The look on Lincoln’s face was thick and carnal, determined. He’d seen that look on the dance floor of the gay bar he visited in Quebec City sometimes—when another man looked at him that way, it usually meant he was going to get lucky. Edouard felt heat flood his gut as he met Lincoln’s eyes. Lust, hot and sharp, flared up, and his jeans suddenly seemed three sizes too small. Paired with it was a raging sense of guilt that he was even thinking about sex while his brother was missing.

“What do you do? For a living, I mean,” Lincoln asked.

“I’m a wildlife photographer. I sell prints through my website, and I’ve had some pieces in some pretty big magazine spreads. Being not-quite-human helps me get closer to the animals. I understand them better.”

“What do you shift into?” Lincoln asked. Edouard bristled, then realized Lincoln was just making typical Para small-talk. Still, he was surprised as anyone when he answered.

“I don’t, that’s the problem—why I came to the Haus.”

“Okay, what are you supposed to shift into?” If there’d been any mocking to Lincoln’s voice, Edouard wouldn’t have answered, but all he heard was curiousity.

“The Bonsaints are a very old brown bear clan.” He pushed his food around on his plate some more as he said it, uncomfortable with this line of questioning. He could talk about photography all night long, but shifting…no.

“You’re kidding me.”

Edouard looked up to see Lincoln laughing.

“What?”

“Bear? It’s just…” Lincoln’s laugh died down and he glanced around the room, as if to be certain no one listened. “…the beard, the muscles…”

Ah. Yeah, that. He was pretty sure Lincoln was gay now. Otherwise he wouldn’t be snickering at Edouard with that sly little smile on his face. Okay, it was a little funny. Guilt-be-damned—he smiled back. Fine, he could be just as unsubtle when it suited him.

“So what does a twink like you shift into?”

“How do you know I’m a shifter?” Lincoln leaned close and Edouard breathed in his scent. Clean and cold, nothing he’d ever smelled before, but also sex and magic, as familiar as it was strange. The combination sent a shudder of lust through Edouard, and one look at Lincoln’s face, eyes sparkling with challenge, and he knew he’d sensed it too. Maybe Lincoln wasn’t a shifter, but he certainly hadn’t objected to being called a twink. Too young for you, Edouard.

“So what are you? Changeling? Fae?”

“No, you were right the first time.” Lincoln sat back in his seat. “Tell you what, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Edouard, unfortunately, chose the exact wrong moment to take a sip of his water, because at Lincoln’s innuendo-laden statement, it sprayed out his nose and started a coughing fit.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Wake the bear, and I’ll show you what I look like in my other form.”

“No. Of all the people on this island, you’re the last person I’d want to see that part of myself.”

Lincoln’s face stiffened into a smiling mask, and Edouard glanced away. It’s for your own good, kid.

 

 

Friday, 15 March 2013

Lucky in Love Hop!

Are we feeling lucky today?

Welcome to my blog for the Lucky in Love hop and many thanks to Carrie Ann Ryan for hosting us in spectacular fashion once again!


As usual, Carrie Ann has arranged an amazing hop for us. Check out the fabulous grand prizes:

We have TWO grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Sounds pretty good, doesn't it? And you only have to comment on each blog and LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS- super important. Where do you begin? Well, here of course, or click the hop button above or this link below to access the other wonderful authors and bloggers:

http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/

I suppose anyone who has been in love has been lucky in some way. And I think any of us who've suffered in love have felt unlucky.

However, it's sometimes those unlucky moments that shape us. I remember one time as a younger woman, visiting the local McDonald's with a female friend who was very cute. We quickly eyed a couple of nice-looking young dudes. My pal went to the washroom. Imagine my excitement when the young men smiled at me and walked over! I was ecstatic. I thought one would ask me out.

Instead, they sidled in next to me, smiled, and the one I liked best said, "Is your friend single?"

How's that for lucky? LOL

Oh well, we all have those moments and now I get to live vicariously through my books and heroines.

My heroine Patience O'Connor from Sunburn has been particularly unlucky in love, and even after she meets hero Apollo, she's still followed by bad luck. Or is it something more sinister that's following Patience?

Tell me one of your unlucky stories and you could win a copy of Sunburn!

 
Blurb:


Patience O’Conner is a travel blogger who lives for her work. Her dedication to her readers brings her to the famed Helios Resort in Mexico, a locale that stuns her with its beauty but at which she suffers from some very strange accidents.
Luckily, hunky resort bartender Apollo Delos is always there in the nick of time, a malcontent guardian angel. Apollo stuns Patience again and again with his life-saving abilities, to say nothing of his smoldering looks and apparent desire to keep her alive.
Before long, Patience wonders if there is more to the sexy bartender than mixed cocktails and insane first-aid skills. Something strange is happening at Helios and Apollo doesn’t want to talk about it.
Can Patience open herself up to this enigmatic man, even though she is terrified to be vulnerable again? And can Apollo recover from an eternity of hurt and learn to trust once more? They must both decide before Death comes calling.

Excerpt:

Her eyes grew even wider. He could just tell from the startled roundness of her eyes she was remembering the scene at the buffet. Clearly, he’d neglected to place the forgetfulness spell on her too. She stared at her healed wrist. “Oh my God…” And then she stared at him. “How…?”



By Father Zeus, this was one of those moments he really wished he could lie. Just one, teeny white lie was all he asked.



He clenched his jaw and grasped at the best possible explanation. “Um. I’m really good at first aid. Like, the best.” He was the god of healing, after all. He’d better be good at fucking first aid!



She sat up and touched her wrist. “First aid wouldn’t have helped. It wasn’t just a little cut, Apollo. My vein was severed. I could have died.”



He bit his lip. “You were very groggy. You might have trouble remembering everything.” No lie there. “I took care of it. You’re fine.”



Patience gaped, obviously unconvinced. And then her gaze traveled down his neck and chest, stopping in the vicinity of his crotch.



As if on cue, his cock throbbed. Visibly.



She looked away quickly. Blinking furiously, she scrambled to get off the bed. “I should go.” However, she was hit by an obvious head rush that made her look even paler. “Oh dear.”



She swayed, and he gathered her against his chest, running his hand over her hair to soothe her. “Don’t move. You’re light-headed. You’re safe here. Just relax for a minute.”



She leaned against him but was stiff in his arms, apparently doing her best impression of a two-by-four.



He moved his hand under the veil of her hair, gods help him, and massaged the back of her neck until she became more pliable in his hands. He chuckled. “You have trouble relaxing, don’t you?”



She closed her eyes as he hit a pressure point in her neck, and she sighed. “I’ve never been much of a relaxer.”



“No kidding?” he teased.



Patience opened her eyes and looked at him. Her brows were still knit together in a frown, but the corners of her pink lips turned up. “Yeah. I failed R&R in school. I was too busy studying for my anal retention classes.”



He burst into laughter. Then she giggled.



And for some reason, to hear their two laughs echoing off the same walls together made him feel a bliss that was immeasurable.
http://www.lsbooks.com/sunburn-p743.php

Saturday, 9 March 2013

Lucky's Freebie Event at Love, Lust and Laptops!

The Ladies of Love Lust and Laptops bring you ten days and ten sexy stories visiting:

 
Lucky’s Bar and Strip Club – Have you gotten lucky tonight?
 
Lucky's-sign-OPEN
 
Padraig ‘Lucky’ O’Reilly let out a contented sigh as he lifted the bottle of Irish whiskey and poured himself a generous slug. Life could be a lot worse. He shifted slightly on his stool and glanced at the old photo hanging on the wall behind the bar. Back in the day, he’d sported a fine head of red hair, rippling abs, and had a bevy of beautiful women willing to do his bidding.
So he might not be able to slip into his thong anymore, his dick was harder to find with his beer gut in the way, and what was left of his hair was mostly grey, but he was the master of all he surveyed.
Lucky’s was one of New York’s finest male strip joints.
He’d built it up from nothing to become one of the must-visit-clubs in the U.S. for traveling dance troupes. Finding a woman and settling down had never been a priority in his life, although he would never regret fathering his firecracker daughters.
Lucky groaned softly and ran his fingers over Molly’s soft brown hair. She stood up and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “You want me to do anything else for ya, Lucky?”
He drained his glass and placed it on the bar top. Molly stood chewing her bottom lip as he stowed his cock and zipped up. “No, that was good. You run along.”
She dropped a kiss on his cheek, and he watched her sashay across the empty room and disappear out the door. Maybe he’d make an honest woman of her one day.
The door she had wandered through opened and a young man with a head covered in dark brown stubble stepped inside. “I’m looking for Lucky O’Reilly. Seamus said you might be hiring?”
Lucky grinned and got to his feet. Fresh blood. Molly could wait for her Mr. Right. Why would he want to settle for ground beef when there was a whole sexual smorgasbord on offer?
Besides, the Australians were kicking their tour off tomorrow, and St Patrick’s Day was only a week away. He had a feeling life was about to get far too hectic to worry about how much longer Molly would give him head without him making more of a commitment than unzipping his pants.
Lucky crossed the room and held out his hand. “So, you think you’ve got what it takes to be one of Lucky’s Charms?”

Be sure to come back and read along as the Ladies of Love Lust and Laptops celebrate St. Patrick’s day in sexy style.

March 11 - Lucky’s: Ciaran by Lillian Grant
March 12 - Lucky’s: Declan by Rosanna Leo
March 13 - Lucky’s: Lily by Cherie Nicholls
March 14 - Lucky’s: Tate by Monette Michaels
March 15 - Lucky’s: Colt by Emilia Mancini
March 18 - Lucky’s Colm: by Lynn Lorenz
March 19 - Lucky’s: Miguel by Becca Jameson
March 20 - Lucky’s: Seamus by Vanessa North
March 21 - Lucky’s: Devlin by Parker Kincade
March 22 - Lucky’s: Liam by Christy Gissendaner (aka Robin Danner)
 
Check out our steamy video, created by the talented Emilia Mancini!

Thursday, 7 March 2013

Ella Jade...Crossfire of Love!

Hi friends!

I am so excited to play host again to the sensational Ella Jade! And to make the occasion even more special, Ella is celebrating her one-year anniversary of her hot book Crossfire of Love. Please welcome Ella as she tells us a little more about the book, and make sure you enter the draw to win it!

Thanks for being here, Ella!

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I’m celebrating the one year anniversary of the release of my contemporary romance Crossfire of Love. In honor of that milestone my fabulous publisher Beachwalk Press has lowered the price of the book to $1.99. That’s 60% off! You can purchase the novel wherever you buy your eBooks including Amazon, B&N and Are for the entire month of March.
 
 

Can an arranged marriage lead to love?

Recent college graduate Gabriella has finally married the man of her dreams, the older, charismatic attorney Lorenzo Martinez. She's had a crush on him for as long as she can remember and always imagined they'd one day find their happily ever after. Unfortunately, they enter into a union arranged by their fathers.

Lorenzo is charming, protective, and loyal to his crime lord father Carlo. When Carlo asks Lorenzo to marry Gabriella he jumps at the opportunity. He's been drawn to her for many years and knows by marrying her he's helping to protect her father.

Gabby is resentful and won't be Lorenzo's charity case. But sparks fly and the couple soon gives into their desire, realizing they were meant to be together.

What happens when Carlo's enemies threaten their future? Will someone get caught in the crossfire?

Content Warning: graphic sex, some violence

Buy Link - http://beachwalkpress.com/crossfire-of-love/

 

Excerpt

Lorenzo walked up the porch steps, turning to stare at her. "Are you coming, Gabriella?" No one but Lorenzo and his father called her by her full name. She liked when Lorenzo said it. He'd always made it sound so formal and sexy.

These were the first words he had spoken to her since they left the courthouse. They were married in the chambers of the prestigious Judge John Cartwright. He'd been a family friend of the Martinezes for many years. He was their go-to man whenever they needed something done fast and legally. Well, legal in her new father-in-law's eyes anyway.

She hurried up the steps and followed Lorenzo inside their new home. It was built within a matter of months after she'd agreed to marry him. Carlo wanted them to have their privacy, but he also wanted to keep them close. He didn't trust she'd hold up her end of the bargain, and keeping her on the property was the best way to ensure she wouldn't run.

It was silly, really. How could she run from a family like this? They had ties all over the world. There wasn't any place she could escape to that they wouldn't know about. She was a woman of her word. She said she would marry Lorenzo and she did. She'd find a way to cope. She always had.

Lorenzo pulled his jacket off, poured himself a scotch, and then loosened his tie. "Would you like a drink?"

"No, thank you," she said.

Most brides would be dancing the night away and drinking champagne by this point in their wedding night. She didn't think that was part of Lorenzo's plan.

"I didn't think you'd go through with it." He sipped the amber colored liquid as he looked her over.

"I said I would."

"I know, but when push actually came to shove, I thought you'd run."

"You don't know me that well," she said. "I don't run."

"Good." He smirked as he put the glass to his lips.

Gabby couldn't take her eyes away from those lips. She'd never had the pleasure of having them on her own. Judge Cartwright hadn't asked him to kiss his bride. She hated herself for thinking about him that way.

"You could've stopped this. Why didn't you?" she asked.

As they stood in front of the judge, she kept hoping he'd put an end to the charade and stop the wedding. It didn't make sense to her why he had agreed to marry her. She didn't have a choice. Her father's gambling debts made sure of that. But she didn't understand why he'd allowed things to get as far as they had.

"I was just as trapped as you were." He downed the rest of his scotch.

She didn't believe that. She knew he respected his dad, but she didn't get why he wouldn't have put his foot down and said no to such a life-altering decision.

"You could've told your father no from the beginning. Why would you agree to marry someone if you didn't have to?"

"Look." He shook his head. "It's done now. We're going to have to make the best of it."

"Make the best of it?" She plopped down on the leather sofa. "I'm twenty-two years old. I just graduated from college, and you want me to make the best of it?"

"I know this isn't what you might have wanted, but it is what it is. You agreed, and now it's done. You can't go back on it now. My father won't forgive that."

 

 

Giveaway

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Monday, 4 March 2013

Cerise DeLand...Rope Me In!

Grettings friends!

I'm so excited to have the prolific and wonderful Cerise DeLand here in my Room today! Cerise is a history buff with a sense of mischief. You can't help but smile when you glance at her delicious book covers. And I'm thrilled she here's to tell us about her newest. Please welcome Cerise!

 

History Nut or Why I Like Comanches! (title)

 

Say what?

Yes, living in Texas and being a history nut, I have read a lot of the State’s history.  Anglo women were often stolen by the Comanche Indians and taken as hostages, prisoners and sometimes kept and made their wives.

 

Many Anglo children were captured by the local natives who became furious at the intrusion of the white man into his hunting and burial grounds. Then when cholera afflicted so many Indians and when measles and mumps felled thousands more, the natives stole children to replace the ones who had died. Many times, young women were abducted and taken to replace the wives the Indians had lost to death and disease.

 

In 1836, Cynthia Anne Parker, a 9 year old Anglo girl who grew up to marry a chief and bear him four sons and a daughter, was the first of these Anglos stolen. Texas Rangers, sheriffs and many local posses searched for the child for years. Not until she was an adult did her uncle take her back to her family. But once among them, she disliked the life and ran away. Yes, she returned to her Comanche husband.

 

Why did she return?

 

I venture to say she returned because she had been nurtured in that native environment and she felt out of place among her Anglo family and neighbors. Stories abound of white women and men who had been taken by Indians and returned, but were then shunned by their families and friends for their association.

 

Could she have loved her Comanche husband? Yes, she could have. We love what we know and what we revere. We also come to love the characteristics of a person, seeing beyond a person’s race or color or ethnicity.

 

But I will say that life among the Comanche was far from romantic. In my newest EC release, coming soon, STEAL ME AWAY, (no cover, no release date yet) I tell the story of an Anglo woman, Fancy Turner, stolen by a Comanche chieftain in the Hill Country of Texas in 1866.  Fancy knows Bull Elk because she has seen him at powwows among the Comanche and the settlers. She likes him for his willingness to come to a powwow. He speaks English and a bit of Spanish, as many did because they had to do so to get along with the Anglo and Tejano settlers.

 

He understands many of the Anglo customs and so he does not insist that Fancy have her blonde hair coated with bear grease on their wedding night. He is distressed for her when she cannot easily digest their meat-based diet. When she asks him to get peaches for her from the German farmers near Fredericksburg, he tells her he will have to steal them. Conflicted that he must take from her friends to help her, nonetheless she doesn’t stop him. She needs to eat fruit.

 

Yes, I have written a romance—an erotic one at that. I did make Bull Elk an Alpha male worthy of a woman who adores him. But he is also of his own culture.

 

And he is very heavily researched!

 

I hope you like him when he appears on the digital bookshelves. He is a good man, albeit not one of our time or our culture. He stole his wife, made her love him and kept her with the power of that.

 

We can forgive the man we love for many acts. Including stealing us from our pre-conceived notions of who we can and cannot love.
 
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And now some information on another of Cerise's sexy series!

BUY LINKS for KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER:

TIE ME DOWN:  http://amzn.to/VCiIfA

 

ROPE ME IN: 
 
In Bravado, Texas, the men are good and plenty…and lonely.
Not inclined to remain horny bachelors, the three MacRae brothers devise a plan to find one fine woman and get the good lovin’ they deserve. One gander at the new gal in town, charming Cara Ford, and the cowboys decide to do some old-fashioned courting. Then they’ll offer her a thoroughly modern deal—three-for-one. Three of them for luscious, lovely her.
Cara has returned to Bravado to rebuild her life after cutting the cord to her self-centered husband. One man was a pain. Why would she want to tie herself up in knots with three sexy ranchers known for their wildcattin’?
Undeterred, Jed, Harry and Will rope her into their daily lives, sweet-talk her into sharing their torrid nights, and set out to convince her that three hard-lovin’ men in bed with her is better than one.
Note: Contains three hunky sex-in-the-saddle ranchers who lasso one stubborn lady into their arms with menage a quatre, spanking and toys she can’t resist.



 

                            Print: http://amzn.to/UrcFHn

Come visit me: Website        Blog               Twitter @cerisedeland

 
Meet Cerise

What’s an East Coast gal to do to if she lives deep in the heart of Texas, travels often everywhere, and adores Paris, Florence, London, Tokyo and all points east and west?
Ah.
She becomes an author who can write about those romantic places. With a passion for cowboys, spies, rakes, knights in shining armor and their gutsy women, Cerise DeLand is an author who adores an alpha male with a tender heart and a need for a smoldering erotic love affair with the right woman!
Cerise is a Top 20 Best Selling author on Amazon with more than three dozen works published in erotic romance, and she is the award-winning author of mystery, mainstream and romance with St. Martin’s Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her books are on numerous book clubs, including Featured Selections of The Mystery Guild, Doubleday and Rhapsody. And when she isn’t dreaming up fiction or traveling? Cerise is a fabulous cook and an avid history buff.
Busy lady. Happy writer.
Find her books at Ellora’s Cave, Resplendence Publishing, Wild Rose Press and Total-E-Bound!
 

Friday, 1 March 2013

Naomi Shaw...Unexpected Lessons!

Hello friends;

I hope you will help me extend a warm welcome today to Naomi Shaw, author of Unexpected Lessons. This book caught my eye some time ago, thanks to the dishy man on the cover, and I'm really happy to have Naomi here to tell us a little about herself.

Please say hi to Naomi!



First off, I must thank you for hosting me on my tour of promotion. I am excited about this book, Unexpected Lessons, which is the first of a series.

First off, though, let me tell you a little about myself.

I had a strict upbringing and attended a church school. Despite huge health setbacks, I left school at 16 with a handful of exam passes and the ability to play a brass instrument, which I continue to embrace.

I had a fun, if interesting time at college, learning accounting, as I was put into a class of 13 men and no other women. I have memories of that time which may sneak their way into future books LOL.

I’ve always loved reading and had a secret desire to write. I finally plucked up the courage with help from a few friends online, after I had to leave work (health reasons again). I had worked as a receptionist at a doctor’s surgery for over 20 years.

 I have been married to a wonderful man for 25 years.  We had one child, a daughter, now 23 years old and flown the nest. Hey, I’m giving my age away here LOL.

 So then, on to the writer in me.

Naomi Shaw is the alter ego of a married English woman who, despite being a romantic at heart has a desire to pen naughty fantasies. After starting to write erotica three years ago quite by accident, she continued writing and expanded it, exploring the many different sides of erotica. Looks can be deceiving. To look at Naomi you would never believe the wild sexy stories that lie hidden in her mind, waiting to surface.

Now on to my book Unexpected Lessons

I originally submitted this with a slightly different title in the first half of the year to Naughty Nights Press for an anthology call. However, I got an email asking me to extend the story for a book in its own right. I added more scenes and doubled the length. I was so thrilled when Unexpected Lessons was accepted. 

 

Synopsis:

Kyla Morgan a twenty-year old hardworking student is studying for a science degree at university has a secret crush on her teacher, Professor Cordon, and spends many a night fantasizing about him. Kyla enjoys an early morning, frantic masturbation session to the image of her Professor, never dreaming she’d have a chance to make her dreams real. But, later, during classes, Professor Cordon asks Kyla to stay behind to speak to him after class about her issue with inattention. With the door closed and blinds drawn Kyla sees a different side to him; one she very much enjoys. Especially when she finds out this is not going to be a one-time thing.

Kyla shares a room with her friend Bev, a sassy girl from a farming family. What she does not know is that Bev longs to have an intimate relationship with her. Kyla has also always harbored the secret desire to know a woman. They share a glass of wine and relax while in their room one evening and a natural progression leads Bev to fulfill both their desires. Bev introduces Kyla to how wonderful it can be in a steamy girl on girl session that teaches her so much more than she ever expected.

 

This is an excerpt from Unexpected Lessons

Hardworking student Kyla has just woken up in her university room alone. She takes advantage of her solitude, having just had a dream about her Professor crush.

She always slept naked, often getting very hot in the night. Kyla slid a hand down her soft curvaceous body and slipped it between her thighs. With one gentle finger, she stroked her velvety folds. “Ahh,” she said aloud. “I’m wet already,” and brought her finger up to suck the juice off. Mmm, very nice, she thought. Mmm, would you like to see me now, Professor?

 For a fleeting moment, she wondered why everyone thought she had no interest in sex. Then she answered her own question.  I am just a nerd to them. Maybe I should change. She reached under the bed and dragged out her handbag. Scrabbling about inside the bag, Kyla found what she wanted. “Oh yes,” she said, stroking the object with affection.

Nobody knew she had a vibrator, a sleek pink rabbit that stimulated both her G spot and clit, bringing her countless orgasms. Kyla switched the vibrator on and lifted the duvet slightly, closed her eyes again and thought of the Professor. 

She wound the buzzing vibrator around her soft full breasts. Tingles shot right through her body to the tips of her toes, which automatically curled in spasm. Working around her breasts with steadily decreasing circles, Kyla eventually reached the puffy pink areola and hard nipple. Kyla’s nipples were very rarely soft. Knowing about how active an imagination she had, she would have laughed aloud at unkind and unwarranted words such as ‘frigid’ and ‘asexual’ that some of the other students had labeled her, well out of earshot. 

She breathed in sharply and bit her lip, moaning. Grazing the buzzing object over her nipples, Kyla arched her back and half opened fluttering eyelids. She swept her legs wide in the bed and touched her pussy with the other hand, putting a slight pressure on her swollen mound. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her as she lifted her head and then threw it back on the pillow.

Kyla discarded the duvet and lay on the bed in her naked glory. Moving her hand down slowly, her gently stroked the soft flesh and plunged a couple of fingers into her wet warmth. The invading fingers, clamped by the slick walls, delved into her sweet sticky honey. Kyla plunged in and out, working a rhythm. Rippling ecstasies consumed her whole body and she shuddered, curling her body forward. She bent her knees and drew her legs up to reach further inside herself. Bringing the vibrator down to her pussy, she lightly touched her clit with the humming shaft but it made her squeal.

“Oh yes!” she cried, her mind focusing on her thoughts of the Professor. “Look at me,” she called. “Don’t you want your student?” She circled her clit with the tip of the buzzing vibe, while the fingers of her other hand continued to fuck her. “Fuck me Professor, fuck me.”

 

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