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SMART BLONDES by Sonia Koso: Book Tour and G-iveaway

VBT Smart Blondes Tour Banner copyWhen I saw the title of this book and read the blurb, I just had to have Sonia Koso as a guest on my blog. Despite being a brunette myself, I do know many smart blondes ;) Sonia agreed to answer a few quick questions before sharing an excerpt as part of the Goddess Fish Book Tour for her new romance, Smart Blondes. Comment on this post and enter Sonia’s Rafflecopter giveaway below to go in the prize draw for a $50 Amazon/ gift card!

1. Hi Sonia, thanks for joining us today. What is your least favorite word?

Cancer. (JL: I agree with you on that one).

2. Where do you get your best ideas?

Listening to my Mother and her best pals gossip.

3. When you’re not writing, what do you do to relax?

A hot bath or a cool cocktail.

4. Do you write about what turns you on?

Let’s just say I write about things I find interesting.

5. If we were to come to your house for a meal, what would you give us to eat?

I make reservations for dinner. (JL: sounds pretty good to me!).

Now here’s a look at Smart Blondes – and don’t forget to enter the giveaway below!

MEDIA KIT Smart Blondes CoverAustin socialite Carrie Pryce has no clue her criminally charming husband is carrying on with another woman until she returns home unexpectedly, mistakes the sounds of passion for a home-invasion robbery and accidently shoots him in the backside. Stunned, Carrie drives all night to her quirky hometown and collapses in a near-catatonic state.

A crew of ladies spanning three generations realize it’s up to them to help Carrie get her life out of the ditch. Known as the “Presbyterian Mafia,” these are not sweet old gals. They have a book club that never reads, a garden club that doesn’t garden, and a bible study class that gossips about the Methodists. They’re known around town for antics including catfights, car chases and Voodoo rituals. The women enlist Carrie’s former childhood best friend Portia (now a lawyer) and her flamboyant cousin Eric (recently returned from New York) in their effort.

While dealing with the after-effects of her imprudent gunplay and managing a hair color disaster, Carrie meets Rhett Richards. He’s an attractive oil field worker who can make women think un-Christian thoughts by the mere act of wearing a pair of tight wranglers. Carrie soon learns that hometowns can be the perfect places to bury old scandals and create new ones.

Smart Blondes is available at Amazon. Here’s a short excerpt:

As her Mercedes pulled into the gravel drive at the Gaston home, Carrie and Eric spotted Agnes and Oweita’s Buick parked by the side entrance and an unknown, cherry red 1965 Chevy truck parked in front of the garage.

A tanned, shirtless man walked out of an open garage door. He was lean with the kind of body obtained not by preening at the gym but by honest work.

“Who the hell is that?” Eric said, fanning his face, then hastily adding:  “I saw him first.”

“Who says he’s on your team?” Carrie responded.

“I’m going inside to find out right now.” Eric bounded out of the car and up to the kitchen door.

He walked in to find Agnes, Oweita and Rose, Addie Jo’s live-in nurse, sitting at the breakfast nook. Carrie followed him in and was about to say hello when Agnes cut her off.

“Dang it, children. You’re blocking my view!” She motioned them to get out of the way of the window. Carrie and Eric realized the ladies were also ogling the shirtless vision.

“Yeah, about that,” Carrie said. “What’s the story?”

“Shhh,” Oweita said. “In my daydreams, I’m forty years younger and he is all kinds of naked.”

“She didn’t just say that!” Eric whispered to Carrie.

“Oh yeah, she did.”

“That’s Rhett Richards. Deane’s new project manager,” Rose explained. She had been Addie Jo’s caretaker for the last 13 years and had been inducted into both the family and the Presbyterian Mafia.

Rhett was in the process of washing mud off his truck. He had the kind of back that looked like a capital “V”—broad shoulders that tapered to a long, narrow waist.  Everyone in the kitchen was watching the way he filled out the back of his tight wranglers.  Carrie thought she saw a small tattoo on the back of his neck peeking out from under his sandy hair.

“Rhett?” Eric said, raising a brow. “Frankly, my dear, I do give a damn.”

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Author Bio

Sonia Koso grew up in the eccentricity-filled piney woods of North East Texas. She has been writing since an early age and considers it her first love. After receiving a B.A. in English Writing, her life took a drastic turn and she went to law school. Sonia practiced law for over a decade but was drawn back to writing in 2012. Sonia’s stories feature strong women, good-looking guys, legal dilemmas and a dose of humor. Smart Blondes borrows many characters from her childhood as well as her legal career.

Sonia does most of her writing at her condo in Austin’s hip SOCO district. It’s walking distance from landmarks including Lady Bird Lake, the Continental Club, and the Congress Avenue Bat Bridge. When not writing, Sonia divides her time between the live music of Austin and the sunshine of Boca Raton. She loves Tex-Mex food, blue water, cocktails and good friends. Sonia often dreams of a man who can do his own laundry and a walk-in closet with a chandelier…but not necessarily in that order. Find Sonia here:




Two #BDSM anthology bundles out now

Willsin Rowe is visiting the blog today to talk BDSM – anthology collections, that is!

His every touch an imprint, His every word a potent command. To become His—both body and soul—is not to be owned. It is to be truly accepted. To belong. Only a precious few know the ecstasy of giving themselves over to the ultimate Dom.

Master of Desire 3DTen bestselling domination and submission romance authors. Nine sensual novelettes of seduction and submission in one collection. The Master of Desire awaits.

Stealing Aubrey by Candy Quinn – He needs to have her, to possess her. Just barely into adulthood, the beautiful young woman is screaming for him to take her, utterly. With his new wealth, he plans to do just that.

As He Bids by Olivia Rigal – Applying for a summer internship at an upscale auction house just because she has a mad crush on one of the bosses, may be Career Fail 101 for Hannah.

Please, Maestro by Penelope L’Amoreaux – Once a promising cellist, Avery lost her hearing and her dreams until her conductor offers to teach her to play again. Can she withstand his harsh lessons or will she be undermined by her own desires?

Anything He Requires by Michelle Fox – She thinks it’s just another job when wealthy businessman Jacob Daniels hires her to train his willful puppy, but the way he crushes her lips when they kiss says otherwise. Daniels has set his sights on dominating her, undertaking an irresistible seduction that leaves Jessica willing to do anything he requires.

Becoming Jane by Jordan Bell – Avery doesn’t want the life her family insists on. She wants Oliver, the mysterious Dom she’s never met but who knows her heart. He can’t give her forever, but when she asks, he gives her one night.

Master/Mistress by Hildred Billings – Two women, one exploring her true gender in the bedroom and the other an overworked businesswoman in the need of escape, embrace a domme/sub relationship under the darkness of Tokyo’s hot nights.

Submission Therapy by Katie Salidas and Willsin Rowe – Billionaire Natasha Blakely is a control freak, fraying at the edges. When her therapist prescribes Submission Therapy she reluctantly agrees. Will she learn the sublime ecstasy of true submission?

The Master’s Exploits: Night Two by Jessi Bond – Dalton Alexander: alpha male, experienced dominant, alluring Master. He wants to turn his memoirs into erotic BDSM fiction, and ghostwriter Grace Reynolds is just the woman for the job.

Unwritten Submission by Elsa Day – Amy has managed to sneak into the most secretive club in town. The story would save her journalism job, but her plans change when she meets J. He wants to be her new Dom. But will Amy submit?


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The Consummate Therapy series flips Fifty Shades on its head, with a despotic female billionaire learning the value – and art – of true submission at the hands of a hot but steely Dom. Follow Natasha’s journey as she walks a fine line between what she thinks she wants…and what her Master knows she truly needs.

With rave reviews, and a 4.6 Star average (across the series), people from all over are falling in love with Natasha and her Master.

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Guest author Tamsin Baker: new release #MM #Erotic

My friend and fellow Aussie author, Tamsin Baker, has yet another sexy new release. THE SILVER TONGUED CITY BOY is a contemporary M/M novella, available now at Amazon.

Silver tongued city boy coverMitchell’s job is his life. He works hard, with good men and he gets to be around the horses he loves. The only thing that will ruin his perfect life is if they find out he’s gay, but that’ll never happen, so he’s safe.

Jayden Donner doesn’t really want to visit his estranged father on his farm, but how else is he going to get the money he needs for his overseas holiday?

When Mitchell first sees Jay, he knows the city boy is trouble. But Jay won’t leave him be, and when the sparks fly, hay bales won’t be the only thing on fire.

 Excerpt (Adults-only, 18+)

Jay kissed him as though they were teenagers necking. Greedy, too fast and so passionate as to make him want to laugh. Did Jay really want him that badly?

His answer came when Jay moved around to his side and grabbed Mitchell’s cock in his hand, stroking and rubbing along the shaft. Hot prickles of pleasure shot down his spine and along his cock.


He closed his eyes and let the intense sensations wash over him. Jay’s lips at his neck, the hand on his prick, stroking and coaxing him to feel good.

“I want in you.” He heard the words and nodded while his brain began to float. He wanted that too.

Jay’s fingers worked their way between the crack of Mitchell’s arse and pushed down.

Mitchell spread his legs blindly, leaning forward and gasping as Jay’s hand sped up on his cock.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.” He mumbled and added a groan for emphasis.

Jay bit down on his shoulder, the pain a sweet relief from the intense pleasure tightening his balls.

“Don’t…” Jay said against Mitchell’s shoulder and slowed his hand down so that the swell of his orgasm decreased to a manageable level.

Jay leaned back a little and brought his hand to his mouth, sucking on two of his fingers before moving them back down Mitchell’s body. He closed his eyes as saliva slick fingertips found Mitchell’s arse hole and he leaned forward, aching for the penetration he knew was coming.

“Lube… check the first aid kit.” The thought came to him from out of nowhere. There could be some sort of lubricant in that. Without something, it was gonna hurt like hell.

He broke away from the warmth of Jay’s body, determined to find something, anything that would help.

He pulled down the large white tin box that rested against the wall. They mostly used these things on the horses if they were injured, but there could be something.

He rummaged through the box, pushing past the bandages and horse ointments until he found the perfect thing.

“Ah ha!” He held the tub of Vaseline up triumphantly, true excitement flooding his body. He was going to get fucked, and it was going to feel so good!

Jay grinned and held his hand out for it.

His breath whistled a little through his teeth as he took a deep breath. Yes, this was what he wanted, and damn the consequences.

Mitchell placed the tub into Jay’s hand and turned away, pressing his palms up against the shed wall. They felt cold beneath his palms, a startling contrast to the heat emanating off his body.

He twisted his head around to watch Jay sheath his hard cock with the condom and rub some of the Vaseline over top of the latex.

He shifted his feet and opened his legs wider. Mitchell looked back at the wall for a moment before letting his eyes slide closed. A moan escaped his lips when Jay’s hand caressed his arse. His need for this had always disturbed him a little. He was a man, a real countrified bloke by most peoples standards, but being fucked just felt so good if done by the right person. It was obvious that Jay was a natural top, so Mitchell’s more submissive side was just aching for what was coming.

“You’re frikken beautiful, you know that?” Jay’s smooth words washed over him like a cleansing rain, making goose bumps rise to his skin and a shudder to ripple through him.

“Yeah right.”

He opened his legs wider and bumped his arse back, hoping Jay would get the message and hurry up about it.

Instead, Jay’s hand roamed up his back, tugging at his horrible red hair.

“It’s true. Since the moment I saw you in that bathroom, I’ve wanted you. All these beautiful muscles, amazing skin. Not to mention, an incredible arse.” Jay spoke as he touched, running his hand over Mitchell’s shoulders, down his spine and finally cupping the curve of is arse.

The shivers started again and Mitchell pressed his palms harder against the shed’s wall. Jay’s words were making him feel special and arousing him at the same time. He cleared his throat, not trusting his voice to sound human.

“Come on, you silver tongued city boy. Fuck me, please.”

Want to find out more?

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Guest Phoenix Johnson: The Return of Their Master

I’m delighted to welcome back to the blog fellow Aussie author, Phoenix Johnson, who showcases her latest release, THE RETURN OF THEIR MASTER (Naughty Nights Press).

Phoenix Johnson Their MasterAngie and her vampire sisters are happy, making their lives in the modern world after escaping from their abusive Creator, Vitalis. Jake is a mortal man who has fallen hard for Angie, unaware of her secret and just how it affects his own life. Their lives, however, are about to be thrown into chaos.

Has Vitalis really found the sisters after all these years, just as Angie finds love?

Preparing to battle for their freedom and the life of their sister, Angie must ready herself. Not only must she take on the father she once loved, but she also must choose between the mortal life she wanted with Jake, or to protect vampires and humans alike from an unknown, ancient threat.

THE RETURN OF THEIR MASTER is the first taste of a dark world held in check by a covenant that Angie believed was a myth. She is the only thing standing between the world of humanity and utter chaos, but will she sacrifice her chance at a normal life with the man she loves?

Here’s an excerpt:

“There won’t be much human food you can eat without feeling ill. We’re really limited to meat that is barely cooked. Anything else and it doesn’t agree with our system. Alcohol is fine. We just burn it up quicker so if you feel you need to get drunk, it will take a lot more than it does now. Believe me. I tried drinking myself into a stupor once. It was an expensive lesson learned, and the hang over is a hundred times worse. Whatever problem you have is not worth the trouble afterwards.”

“What about chocolate?” Jake’s eyes twinkled with humor, although he remained straight-faced.

I indulged his mischief. “It would be a hell of an immortal life without chocolate, don’t you think? We are limited to the vegan chocolate, the all-natural, no chemicals stuff, though. The way it was originally made. It may be more expensive, but who cares!”

Jake’s eyes suddenly widened. “Well then I’m glad I never bought you a regular box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day.”

I elbowed him in the ribs at his teasing. “It’s not just your diet that will change, you know. Daytime activities are limited to indoor activities, or at least areas that are well-covered. Direct UV rays will burn you faster than a magnifying glass over an ant-hill.”

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Book tour: ALMOST A BRIDE by Sarah Mayberry


Hello folks! It’s been a couple of months since I’ve posted here – mainly due to the demands of family and life outside writing. But I’m delighted to be back, and today I’m featuring fellow Aussie author, Sarah Mayberry and her new release, ALMOST A BRIDE. Read on for the sexy excerpt…and the chance for a GIVEAWAY!


Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000031_00003]Tara Buck has always been the good sister, level-headed by comparison to Scarlett, her flaky, impulsive twin. But when Tara learns her fiancé has been cheating on her with one of his school students, the orderly world she’s created for herself suddenly feels as if it’s falling apart. For years she chose the safe option, but from now on she’s going to live a little, stretch her wings…be a little daring. And if that means acting on the long-suppressed feelings she’s always had for Reid Dalton, then so be it!

Reid has wanted Tara from the moment he met her, but she’s always been out of bounds. Not only is she his patrol partner at the Bozeman PD, she’s also engaged. But then her relationship blows up, and Reid finds himself battling his own instinct to stake his claim with the finest, hottest woman he’s ever known.

Even if anything did happen between them, it would only ever be temporary – Reid’s a born wanderer, while Tara’s roots run deep in Marietta. So even if things are good between them, it seems their romance is destined to be short and sweet…

Tara’s twin sister, Scarlett, also has a Spring Brides story: look out for Second Chance Bride by Trish Morey. Details from

She pulled away, instinctively licking her lips to soothe them. Reid’s gaze followed the movement, and she was close enough to see his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare.

She went very still. And then she did something she’d been wanting to do for a very long time: she leaned close and kissed him, properly this time.

His mouth was warm, and she could taste the sweetness of the lemon meringue pie he’d had for dessert. She waited for him to respond, to do something, but he seemed to be waiting for something else. Something more.

Feeling bolder than bold, she ran her tongue along the closed seam of his lips, asking for entry. There was the smallest of pauses, then some of the tension went out of him as he opened to her, his tongue stroking hers, his mouth starting to move at last. His hands found her waist, his fingers gripping her warmly as his kiss became more demanding, more urgent.

Author Bio

sarah-mayberrySarah Mayberry is the award-winning, best selling author of more than 30 novels. She was born in Melbourne, Australia, and is the middle of three children. Sarah picked up a love of romance novels from both her grandmothers and has always wanted to be a writer. In line with this ambition, she completed a Bachelor of Arts degree in Professional Writing and Literature. It took her ten years and multiple attempts before her first book was accepted. During that time, Sarah worked in magazine publishing and the television industry, contributing to the internationally known Australian serial drama “Neighbours” and co-creating teen drama series “Karaoke High”. Sarah currently splits her time between writing for television and writing novels.

She lives in Melbourne by the bay with her husband and a small, furry Cavoodle called Max. When she isn’t writing, she loves reading, cooking, going to the movies and buying shoes.





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Sarah will be awarding a digital copy of ALMOST A BRIDE to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. So please comment here on this post, and then follow the tour HERE to increase your chances of winning!

Author Imogene Nix on changing it up

ABarInParis_LargeI’m delighted to welcome Imogene Nix to the blog to showcase her brand new contemporary romance, A Bar in Paris. But first, she talks to us about changing things up, in life, as a reader and as a writer!

Here’s Imogene:

In the last 12 months, I’ve been making a change. It’s taken some time, but I’ve decided that writing in one genre (SciFi) is great but not enough. It’s like I’m missing something out.

A bit like a fine wine, I’m not yet full bodied enough *winks broadly* because I haven’t investigated every type of grape and whether it’s got that right… oh sorry, wrong blog entry! I meant to say I haven’t tried every genre that interests me… yet!  But I’m getting there.

At the end of our children’s education, we tell kids to gather a range of skills, to try out new stuff and not settle for the one thing they know as they come to the end of schooling. We explain patiently about rounding out their skills to make them more employable. That it’s for their own good. That it will possibly be their entree in to the world of commerce/business or whatever field they wish to pursue.

It should be no different for a writer. For an author, it’s really easy to become pigeonholed. “Oh you write that hot Science Fiction.”  Does that make us a better author? Maybe, but it limits our capacity to look at new ideas. To try out things that will stretch our wings.

For the reader, the end result is, you may not go looking for any more books by this author, because, after all, you only write in one genre. Right? Let me be clear, I’m not saying that every author should do this. For some, their research/writing or other skills won’t allow them to attempt this. A word of warning, the writing should never be about the possible financial gain as a reason to swap genres either. It should be about trying out something new. Stretching your wings.

For me, it’s not that I went out looking for other genres to write in. Because I didn’t. But what I did do, is open myself to a range of genres. I read a lot of books (though not as often as before I began writing) so I allowed my mind to be open to a range of ideas. That’s something that made me feel I could try a new genre.

For example: What happens if I have a vampire in a contemporary city…?  What about a Celtic Brownie who moonlights as cupid? A murderer on the loose, trying to regain the one thing that will let people find his identity? See what I mean? My current work in progress is a sweeping historical tale set in 1878 India. I’m enjoying the challenge (and boy to ensure the historical accuracy, I’m spending a lot of time researching!)

You know what, though? Not only has it allowed me to try out new storylines, but I’m loving it. It’s letting me play with all the various different ideas… to test my own skills out and to expand the way my mind works. To expand my own interests.

So the next time you are stuck for a story… why not check out a book in a different genre? One you wouldn’t ordinarily read. Oh! Make sure you check out all the titles by your fave authors too! They might surprise you with some books written in other genres as well. That doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t look for new to you authors! There are so many places to try.  Check out the Dark Siders Down Under, Science Fiction Romance Brigade and hunt out blogs that deal with book reviews! You never know just what you’ll find.

A Bar in Paris Blurb

Turning 30? All alone? A commitment-free weekend in Paris should help…shouldn’t it?

What does a single woman do when she’s turning thirty? She takes a weekend trip to Paris looking for commitment-free sex. Or that’s what Davina Chandler does, anyway.

Enter Johnathon, a tall, charming Englishman. How can she possibly resist his magnetism and that sexy dimple?

What starts out as a lark quickly becomes so much more, but can one weekend turn into a lifetime? And will a lie of omission bring everything into jeopardy?


The waiter smiled and I sighed. “Time to go.” As I prepared to rise, gripping my bag in my hand, the bell above the door rang and I watched with interest as the sexiest man I’d ever seen entered. The cool blonde on his arm was scowling and he pried her fingers from his arm then walked away. For a moment, she wobbled on her stilettos before she sneered in her super chic French way only they can pull off and stalked out the door. It slammed so hard the panes of glass shuddered.

The man scowled, but to be honest, it didn’t hurt at all. He was tall and well built. Blond hair with gray eyes.

My mind screamed that this man could probably satisfy my needs. He didn’t appear even slightly inebriated and he was obviously single now, if that little carry-on was to go by. Perhaps this was my chance? I smoothed down my black dress, making sure my cleavage was just peeking out, then I sucked in a deep, deep breath and stood, hoping to catch his eye.

I watched the man stalk to the bar and order in perfect English-accented French. “Une bière, s’il vous plait.

My toes curled at his voice and the waiter hurried to do his bidding. Mr. Sexy’s voice was cultured and deep. I like voices, particularly men’s voices. They can make me go gooey at the knees, and this one warmed my insides to the consistency of thick, warm honey. And I knew he was the one I wanted to be with all night long.

The server handed over a bottle of beer and a glass, but Mr. Sexy looked at the bottle, grimaced, and then took a long pull.

The other men at the bar started talking in low voices, putting aside newspapers. They paid their money and left. I didn’t want to think it was because of the dangerous aura surrounding the man. It was, after all, three in the morning. No, there had to be something else. But I was sure it wasn’t the time to ask these questions.

The small bar was quiet now as I was waiting alone with the mystery man. The waiter disappeared to the back. Obviously, with only two patrons left, he could do other things.

I sucked in my confidence, folded it around me like a coat, and approached the man. “Hi. Mind if I join you?”

He grinned and gestured to the seat beside him. I slipped onto the small stool, perched uncertainly. Then I wiggled my bum a little, thrust out my chest, and gave him my very best come-on smile.

“Looking for a hook up, are you?” His voice caused a curl of heat to gather deep inside me.

I nodded slowly. Better to be honest from the start, I thought. I didn’t have time to say a word. The next thing I knew, he had me thrust against the bar, his lips on mine and his tongue halfway down my throat. But man, what a tongue it was.

He played me like a violin until he lifted his head, casting a wicked smile in my direction. “Your hotel or mine?”

“Umm, yours.” Right now, I felt the rosy glow of arousal roaring through me. Sexy and quick to catch on. Yep, I was sure this guy was a winner.

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Where to buy A Bar in Paris

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Wife, mother and nutty bookstore owner all describe Imogene Nix, but the real secret is Science Fiction, Paranormal Romance with a hefty dose of Romantic Suspense is what she adores. She is dedicated to high quality romance, with a dollop of erotic interactions, and has dipped her toes into Science Fiction, Contemporary Romance and Paranormal Romance featuring feisty headstrong female leads and the odd Romantic Suspense.

She lives in rural Queensland where she happily raises two daughters, lots of chickens, a couple of cats and her super-pup Teddy. When she isn’t writing or reading, she’s hanging out with her husband, acting like a techno-geek or cooking and making wine.

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An interview with Ellora’s Cave author – Gail Bridges

Gail Bridges Author Photo smallToday I’m interviewing the lovely Gail Bridges. Not only is she a talented author who writes for the Ellora’s Cave Exotika® line, she is also an award-winning jewellery maker and successful musician. Below is an excerpt from AMERICA’S DARLINGS, but first, here’s the interview:

Welcome Gail! Can you share a little about your journey to publication?

There is a rather humorous story about how I came to be published in erotica. I’d never written anything sexy in my life – in fact, even though I’d written numerous novels and short stories, I found myself shooing amorous couples behind closed doors and making them do their thing in private. I would sweat over a simple kiss or caress. I knew I had to address my blind spot as a writer, so I challenged myself to write a sexy story: I would go all out, to be as explicit and hot and outrageous as possible, no holds barred.

Guess what? I loved it. No – I adored it. Who knew that writing sizzling, burning, passionate sex would be so easy, so fun! The words flew from my hands so quickly I could barely keep up. To my amazement the first erotic story I ever wrote, PAINT JOB, was shockingly good, so I submitted it to the best publisher of erotica and erotic romance around, Ellora’s Cave. And they accepted it.

How long did it take to get published?

There are two answers to this question. First answer: It took about…oh…eight years to be published, give or take. Second answer: It took about a week! Writing PAINT JOB, revising it, polishing it, and sending it off to the Ellora’s Cave submissions editor was quick and exciting, a whirlwind. After that, it was several months before I received the official “yes” and the contract, and after that, about six months more until it came out in eBook form.

Do you have a favorite genre in books (to read and/or to write)?

Surprisingly, I do not read much erotica or erotic romance. My tastes in reading are more mainstream – I loved GONE GIRL by Gillian Flynn, for instance. I also have a soft spot for Science Fiction. Octavia Butler – oh, she’s wonderful. And I thought WOOL by Hugh Howey was amazing.

Tell us about your latest release.

AMERICA’S DARLINGS is the story of…wait for it!…SEX in the Olympic Games! As in, a sport, complete with teams and coaches and judges and scoring markdowns. I had more fun writing this admittedly outrageous concept into a daring novel of Olympic Athletes whose sport is a bit…shall we say…unusual.

Can you tell us a little about your current WIP?

INN ON THE EDGE is going through final editing with my lovely editor at Ellora’s Cave. It will soon hit virtual bookshelves everywhere!

I’m so excited about this novel that I can barely contain myself. INN ON THE EDGE is erotic horror – a challenging combination to say the least. In the book, my newlywed characters have just checked in to a lovely bed-and-breakfast Inn on the Washington Coast, only to find they’ve been taken captive by a sex demon.

Sounds like one I’ll have to add to my TBR list! So, what is the nicest thing a reviewer has ever said about one of your books?

I was so excited about this review! It was for PAINT JOB, my first book, the one I spoke of earlier. Book reviewer The Jeep Diva wrote: “Short, yet incredibly erotic, the ménage scenes are detailed and unbelievably hot. I’ll definitely read more by this author after picking this one up!”

What made you want to be an author? At what age did you start telling stories and then writing them down?

I have a detailed memory of myself, age twelve, making up novels with huge casts of characters and convoluted plot lines and clever titles. Every morning, on my way to school (I walked about half a mile, but seemed much longer), I let myself get lost in dreams of my future adult self – the world-famous author!

If you had one piece of advice for aspiring authors, what would it be?

It’s supposed to be fun. Write because you love it, because you love creating something where nothing existed before.

Erotic romance or erotica – what is the difference in your view?

Good question. Someone at a recent Romance Conference (the Emerald City Writers Conference) just asked me this – and luckily, I had a good answer for her. Erotic Romance is hot and explicit and may have as much sexual action as straight-up erotica, but the story lines of all Erotic Romances follow the arc of the romance. If there was no romance, there would be no story.

Erotica, on the other hand, follows a character’s sexual journey. There may be romance and many of the same elements found in erotic romance, such as great storytelling – but the romance itself does not take center stage, the sexual journey does. In my mind, this opens up a story for more interesting plot lines.

I write erotica, in case you’re wondering.

Where can readers find out more about you and your books?

Thank you so much for this interview! I’ve enjoyed thinking about these insightful questions and writing about my work. My books can be found here:



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americasdarlings_msrAMERICA’S DARLINGS

Leah Collins is a sexual gymnast, a brilliant athlete poised to compete in the Mexico City Olympics Games of 2112. She takes pride in her advanced skills in the sexual arts, but performing Courtesan’s Treat and Raging Volcano in front of thousands of cheering fans is no easy task, especially when sexual malfunctions threaten.

At her side, a pillar of strength and compassion is her best friend, Benson White. He is the one who scrapes her from the ground when her self-destructive tendencies surface. Benson is a talented sexual gymnast in his own right, the other half of America’s Darlings.

They hope for a gold medal. What neither of them expects is to fall in love.


“Whore! Whore of Babylon!”

I turned.

A red-faced woman stood behind the barrier rope, screaming.

I recognized her. She had been lurking at the airport late the night before when I had arrived in Mexico City with the sexual gymnastics team. Despite furious coaches and horrified airport personnel, she had flung her sign reading “Save our Olympics!” back and forth, pointing and jeering and calling us dreadful names as we passed by her on our way to catch the subway to the Olympic Village. Her worst insults were directed at me. I am, you see, the female half of America’s Darlings.

Surely you’ve heard of America’s Darlings?

Benson and I earned the moniker last year when we won the Internationals in Moscow. The media went crazy for us, couldn’t get enough of us, wouldn’t leave us alone. The sportscaster covering the event, a guy named Ryan Markham, had coined the name America’s Darlings—and it had stuck. No-one had asked Benson and me whether we liked it or even wanted it. Luckily, we do like it. At least I do. The extra attention earned us the adoration of a nation enchanted with our brand-new sport, millions of fans intent on following our every move.

I’m still not used to it.

It throws me when people recognize me. Complete strangers call me by name, act as if they know me, comment on my performances, give advice or offer to help me to practice, and it gets me every time.

But I like it. I do.

As America’s Darlings, the nation’s highest-ranking sexual gymnast duo, Benson and I were the team’s best hope, probably the only hope, for a gold medal in the Olympics—and the public never let us forget it. My face—and Benson’s—had been plastered everywhere for months.

Of course the woman knew who I was. How could she not?

Now here she was again.

“Jezebel! Porn-Monger! Sex fiend!”

Sex fiend? Really?

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Book Release Blitz: OUTCAST by Kiru Taye

Paranormal / Fantasy / Romance

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Ugo’ji is an outcast, an untouchable. She lives on the fringe of society as the lowest
of the low, a living sacrifice to the gods. The only person she interacts with is her aged grandmother Nne who nurtures her powerful gift of healing. Until the day she meets Ebube a strange warrior to their lands. He  ignites a yearning within her she’s unable to ignore.

Ebube is drawn to the young maiden with the emerald green eyes who possesses the body
of a goddess and the healing touch of an angel. But he is forbidden from mating
with a human and the consequence is the wrath of the gods. Moreover he is on a mission. If he fails, the gates of hell will be opened and the earth plunged into darkness. He cannot stay and she cannot go with him.


Help me…Do whatever it takes…Keep the gates of Alammuo sealed.
Darkness tugged at him and threatened to pull him into its murky depths. With a jerk, Ebube sat up on his pallet. The creaking wood and thumping of his heart echoed in his acutely responsive ears. Danger seeped from the nightmare he couldn’t remember into the air, leaden and oppressive. His breath heaved as he choked, his throat clogged with the fetid stench of death. On reflex, he extended his right arm, grabbing the scabbard he always kept within reach, the pitch shadow no hindrance for his sharp eyesight. As a leopard-shifter, his vision was excellent, night and day. He didn’t need to look at his hands to see the extended claws. Sharp tips dug into his palm. He ignored the sting and his awkward grip on the carved wooden hilt of the single edge sword.
His beast came to the fore, clawing to take over, an instinctive response to potential threats. Muscles tensed, Ebube fought the shift. Sweat streaked down his body in rivulets. He swiped his face with his left palm, stopping the liquid from dripping into his eyes.
Sweeping his gaze across the large, airy chamber of his sparsely-decorated home, he sought the source of danger setting off his internal alarm.
Apart from the raised bamboo sleeping platform covered in padded deer hide and the wooden trunk that stored his personal belongings, the only other items were his tools of warfare – his spears, shields, machetes and scabbards. They hung on the single-rung mantel against the burnt-umber rock wall, gleaming with polish and sharpness, ready for use.  Undisturbed.
A tingle ran up his spinal column, the way it always did when he sensed something out of place. Something terribly wrong. He swung his legs around. Cool unglazed stone flooring met his bare feet. The muscles on his back tensed, primed for action. Slowly, he stood to his full height and walked through the room.
His home consisted of two chambers, one for sleeping and the other for entertaining guests. Though as a guardian, a special warrior of the gods, he could live as luxuriously as the gods did, they had agreed communally to live as simply as humans of the era so as not to draw attention to themselves as supernatural beings.
Nothing was out of place in his rooms, no stray, malevolent being in the vicinity. Yet the tingling in his bones didn’t dissipate. When he found nothing inside, he grabbed the wooden knob, opened the door and walked onto the corridor linking his residence to the rest of his family’s. Their homes were hewn out of Amauwa rocks, a hill range in the middle of the rain forest.
He stopped in front of the last house, the tension on his shoulders increasing. Nothing lurked inside it, living or inanimate. Yet the memory of the previous occupant flooded his mind, hitting him low in the abdomen, spreading pain through his body. Gritting his teeth, he shook his head and turned his back to the building and its unwelcome memories.

About Kiru

A lover of books, as a teenager Kiru Taye used to read novels under the blanket during lights-outs in boarding school. These days, with a young family to take care of, she’s still sacrificing sleep for the pleasures of a good book.
During the day though, she transforms her wildly vivid imagination into sensual, atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.
When she’s not writing or reading, she’d hanging out with family and friends or travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and children.
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Kate Belle on Eros: writing authentic love

I’m delighted to hand over the blog today to talented Aussie author, Kate Belle (THE YEARNING). She is talking about a subject close to my own heart (and featured in my GODS OF LOVE series) – Eros and his sexy brothers, the erotes. Here’s Kate:

KateBelle-glam LShiresEros. The ancient god of love and the main man when it comes to writing any kind of romantic fiction. With him around the sheets are likely to be set on fire and everything gets a bit sticky. Eros is usually depicted as Cupid, that cute cuddly son of Aphrodite and Mars carrying his cheeky golden bow and arrow, looking for any pair of unsuitable mortals to throw together in a tumult of love. He is also known as one of the earliest creationist gods born out of Chaos, an essential part in the building of the human psyche.

But True Love requires more than love and beauty. Eros can’t operate alone. Did you know he has three brothers? Together they are known as the erotes, a group of ever-young, winged gods responsible for the different aspects of love. They are often depicted as the cherubs circling Aphrodite in old paintings.

Without the full complement of love gods active in a tale any romance is likely to fall short on sizzle. When a writer understands each of them and brings them to life in their characters a romance story will literally steal the reader’s heart and here’s why.

Love is a complicated thing. There’s a push and pull in the forming of a new relationship that makes the whole experience tantalising and excruciating. The pleasure and pain of first love is divine torture because the primitive parts of our brains are programmed to respond to certain basic human urges, each represented by the erotes.

Firstly there’s beloved Eros, god of love and beauty. He is the spark of attraction at the heart of every love story. His love poison blinds us so that we only see the very best, the most beautiful, in our lover. Even if the reader can see the love interest’s faults, the lover can’t. But this alone is not enough to sustain a relationship. We also need…

Pothos, god of longing and yearning. It’s one thing to be struck by Cupid’s arrow, but quite another for Pothos to settle in our heart. Pothos drives us nuts. We obsess – should I call? Is it too soon? I want to talk to him/her, but we only spoke an hour ago. What should I do? Without the intense longing of Pothos we may never find the courage to leap that first frightening hurdle to go in hot pursuit of our love interest.

And why do we feel compelled to pursue?

Because of Himeros, god of lust and uncontrollable desire, stirs the coals of our loins. Himeros is the drive to overcome whatever obstacles we encounter so we can express our love for our beloved in the flesh. Himeros is a call to action. We want to possess, own, penetrate, take our lover for our own.

But what if our lover denies us?

Then we turn to Anteros, god of returned and unrequited love. He loves a lover who loves back, but scorns and avenges those who do not return love (where was he when I needed him?). He reminds us that love can fade. A quick tap on his shoulder and your haughty love interest will be sorely punished for not acknowledging your passion for them.

All four of these delicious deities must be present in the tooing and froing of a romantic relationship if it is to feel authentic. My personal favourite is Himeros, but he’d get awfully depraved and lonely without the other three.

Who is your favourite love god and why?

Yearning lo resTHE YEARNING by Kate Belle

It’s 1978 in a country town and a dreamy fifteen year old girl’s world is turned upside down by the arrival of the substitute English teacher. Solomon Andrews is beautiful, inspiring and she wants him like nothing else she’s wanted in her short life.

Charismatic and unconventional, Solomon easily wins the hearts and minds of his third form English class. He notices the attention of one girl, his new neighbour, who has taken to watching him from her upstairs window. He assumes it a harmless teenage crush, until the erotic love notes begin to arrive.

Solomon knows he must resist, but her sensual words stir him. He has longings of his own, although they have nothing to do with love, or so he believes. One afternoon, as he stands reading her latest offering in his driveway, she turns up unannounced. And what happens next will torment them forever – in ways neither can imagine.

Read an extract here.


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About Kate

Bloom by Kate Belle - loresKate is a multi-published author who writes dark, sensual contemporary women’s fiction. She lives, writes and loves in Melbourne, juggling her strange, secret affairs with her male characters with her much loved partner and daughter and a menagerie of neurotic pets.

Kate holds a tertiary qualification in chemistry, half a diploma in naturopathy and a diploma in psychological astrology. Kate believes in living a passionate life and has ridden a camel through the Australian desert, fraternised with hippies in Nimbin, had a near birth experience and lived on nothing but porridge and a carrot for three days.





Weak at the Knees by Jo Kessel: G!veaway & Excerpt

VBT Weak at the Knees Banner copyWelcome to the Goddess Fish book tour and giveaway for Jo Kessel’s WEAK AT THE KNEES. Jo’s debut novel in the new adult, contemporary romance genre is about love, loss and relationships, set between London and the heart of the French Alps. To celebrate it’s release, Jo is giving away a $50 Amazon or BN gift card. Scroll down for details on how to enter the prize draw.

MEDIA KIT weak at the knees thumbnail good“We got so busy living life that we forgot to live our dreams.”

Danni Lewis has been playing it safe for twenty-six years, but her sheltered existence is making her feel old ahead of time. When a sudden death plunges her into a spiral of grief, she throws caution to the wind and runs away to France in search of a new beginning.

The moment ski instructor Olivier du Pape enters her shattered world she falls hard, in more ways than one.

Their mutual desire is as powerful and seductive as the mountains around them. His dark gypsy looks and piercing blue eyes are irresistible.

Only she must resist, because he has a wife – and she’d made a pact to never get involved with a married man.

But how do you choose between keeping your word and being true to your soul?

Weak at the Knees received a 4 out of 5 rating from the UK national paper, The Sun!


I leaned over, intending to air brush his cheeks with mine, but it didn’t quite happen that way. A stronger, more powerful force than my conscience, a force more powerful than morality, changed my path of navigation at the last second, making my lips meet his, melt deliciously into his, over and over and over again, sending shivers of pleasure through every limb in my body. My skin tingled, my head spun, I felt light-headed even though I was sitting down. That’s all we did for over an hour. Kiss and kiss and kiss, tasting each other, pressing our bodies close and steaming up the car. I didn’t want it to ever stop. I never realized that kissing could be so sensual and powerful and overwhelming. If Olivier and I were to never progress beyond kissing, then it would be enough, as long as I could keep on doing it forever. Finally, when he had to go, he hugged me tight and told me he’d wanted to kiss me since the first time we met, when I lay crashed in a snowy heap at his feet.

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MEDIA KIT Jo black and white publicity piano photos 003AUTHOR BIO

When Jo was ten years old she wrote a short story about losing a loved one. Her mother and big sister were so moved by the tale that it made them cry. Having reduced them to tears she vowed that the next time she wrote a story it would make them smile instead. Happily she succeeded and with this success grew an addiction for wanting to reach out and touch people with words. Jo lives in London with her husband and three children where she works as a TV and print journalist. She tells life stories and can often be found travelling the globe researching the next big holiday hotspots for readers to enjoy. Since becoming a mother anything even remotely sad makes her cry. She’s a sucker for a good romance and tear-jerker movies are the worst. She’s that woman in the cinema, struggling to muffle audible wails as everyone else turns round to stare.

P.S. Jo’s pretty certain one of her daughters has inherited this gene.

Jo loves to hear from her readers and they can connect with her on:

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Twitter: @jo_kessel




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