Monthly Archives: June 2012

The Pick-Up Wife Symmone Shepard

Hi All, W. Lynn Chantale here. Greetings from Arkansas, where it’s hot as (insert your own analogy). Today I have Symmone Shepard in the 69 Shades of Smut hot seat. A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of interviewing your husband. BTW, the man has incredible taste in cologne.

Symmone: (laughs) Yes, he does. Leo told me what happened, it was very hard not to chuckle.

WLC: You seem very happy.

Symmone: Oh I am. Leo has changed a lot over the last several years, but for a moment there I really though he was the same.

WLC: How so?

Symmone: Leo was always ambitious and he put his career before me. So when he wandered into the cafe where I worked I knew something was up. I never dreamed he wanted a reconciliation.

WLC: I hope you didn’t make it easy for him.

Symmone: Not at all. I couldn’t just let him waltz back into my life the same way he left. I had my kids to think about.

WLC: That’s right. The twins. *flips pages* LJ and Jewel.

Symmone: *smiles* You remembered.

WLC: Of course. Your twins nearly stole the show. If you don’t mind, just a few quick questions.

Symmone: Um, if you want to know if I wear boxers or briefs that won’t work.

WLC: *chuckles* Nope, but since you brought it up, do you prefer for your man to wear boxers or briefs?

Symmone: Boxers.

WLC: Pajamas or au natural?

Symmone: *smirks* What do you think?

WLC: Favorite scent?

Symmone: Any cologne Leo wears.

WLC: Did Leo ever fix the lock on the laundry room door?

Symmone: *blushes* He told you about that?

WLC: As he left the room. Do you have a favorite toy? Besides the spin cycle on the washing machine. Smutty minds want to know?

Symmone: Well…

WLC: Do you have plans to give LJ and Jewel a little brother or sister?

Symmone: Eventually.

WLC: One last question, do you and Leo still go out and dance?

Symmone: Every chance we get. My cousin, Mel watches the kids for us when we go out. We’re determined to keep the magic alive.

WLC: Well thank you so much, Symmone for being my guest today. To read more about Symmone and Leo, check out their story in The Pick-Up Wife now available from Whispers Publishing, Amazon, or ARe.


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The easy jazz number flowed into something more melodic, more sensual, a bit reminiscent of Luther Vandross’s “If Only For One Night,” and she wanted to have just one night with Leo.

She lifted her head and found him staring at her. The love and sadness she read in his chocolate-brown depths lodged a lump in her throat. It was as if everything he was was laid bare in one look. But she had to know one thing.

“Was it worth it? Was ending our marriage worth your career?”

Leo stroked her cheek before he threaded his fingers through her hair. “No.”

“Then why?” Her voice broke on the question. She couldn’t stop the lone tear from sliding down her cheek.

He lowered his head until he rested his forehead against hers. “I thought it would endear me to the partners more.”

She flinched.

“I’m so sorry, Symmone.”

Nodding, she stepped away. “I should really get home.”

He grasped her hand when she would have walked away. She gazed into eyes desperate for her forgiveness.

“Just one night.”

Maybe if she wasn’t so tired she’d have resisted more, but she wanted the same thing. At her nod, he led her from the dance floor and to the elevator. Not once did he let go of her hand; whether he was afraid she would change her mind or needed the assurance she was real, she didn’t care. She needed the contact. She needed to know he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He led her out of the car, down the hall, to the room next to the exit sign. When he faced her, he seemed to struggle with something before he drew her close.

She flattened her hands against the hard muscles of his chest. The cotton of his shirt warm beneath her palms. She gazed into his face, found a plea for understanding. If only he knew how much she wanted to give him a second chance, to let him into her life as if nothing had happened.

Rising on tiptoe, she touched her lips to his. When his arm tightened at her waist she kissed him with a hunger at odds with her projected calm. She just wanted one night, a few stolen hours where nothing else mattered.

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Please welcome guest blogger Suzzana Ryan!

69 shades of smut…I love it.

My name is Suzzana C Ryan, author of erotic romance. Now how did a mother of two and a grandmother of three become an erotic romance writer?

I’ve always wanted to write a graphic, juicy, nasty, and sexy, I think you get the picture, romance novel. I have never liked pussy footing around the word “cock”. I use it often, well in my writing, awe, there I go again, referring to that very special piece of a man’s anatomy as a cock. How about pleasure stick, hard rod, stiff member, yummy bar, lip smacker, do you get the picture? I need to stop and get serious. Oops, I need to give the female anatomy equal time. Now to me it’s plain and simple a pussy. On the other hand, it can be, her clef, pleasure pool, her mound, and her vagina. There equal time.

I actually just finished an audio book where all they did was kiss. Ah, the disappointment, thank God I borrowed it from a friend. I am spoiled and corrupted because once you’ve been introduced to the world of erotic romance you can’t settle for anything less. I have read some wonderful, amazing, hot and terrific short stories and novels written by so many wonderful erotic romance authors. Lady’s you are spectacular and rival the best. Since I began writing my sexy, juicy very erotic stories, I have gotten nothing but positive feedback. The world of erotica and erotic romance is finally coming into its own, respect is a wonderful thing and ah yes we are getting some of the respect we rightfully deserve.

Now maybe a very titillating trilogy helped a little, but I’m not going there. Tee Hee, I’d rather tell you about some of what I have to offer. My first release from Rebel Ink Press was a very erotic and sweet short story entitled “A Vampire for her Birthday.” It introduces you to Elliot, an amorous and gorgeous vampire. Elliot loves to rescue females in distress and he is a rather good creature, he’s a master a giving his lovers multiple orgasms. He comes across a lovely fairy names Tawny who has just had her heart broken by her werewolf boyfriend. Let’s say he gives her a few reasons to live, multiple. My second release is “My Body My Soul” another paranormal erotic romance short story. Then there’s “For the Love of Jake” and “Black Roses”, and “Maxwell’s Desire”, part of Rebel’s Now Serving anthology. And coming soon, my first full stand, alone novel, “A Blood Dipped in Blood”, a June release. Also part of the Dad Plan anthology is my short erotic romance story, “Remembrance: Father’s Day, a wonderful love story that follows the days before September 11, 2001.

I have numerous contracted works with Rebel Ink Press slated for release this year, all erotic and all romance. I am a true romantic at heart, I love the HEA ending, and I thrive on it. I love to show the reader that erotic romance writing is necessary and vital to every story they read I have written. Whether it is contemporary, paranormal or Sci-Fi, for me erotic love scenes tantalize, titillate, excite and get our juices going. It’s what life is truly all about. The delicious intimate closeness we have with another human being, one we adore and love.

So I ask that you take a journey with me in my world of erotic romance, you will want more!

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Blurb: A Love Dipped in Blood

Handsome seasoned playboy Alex Bresllin owns the largest publishing house in New York City. Alex also has a very well-kept secret; he’s over two hundred years old. His boyish good looks and silver hair offset his tall buffed body. Alex Bresllin has it all, money, power, women, but lacks the one thing his cold heart craves, love. But no creature such as he can truly love, or will dare to.

Tracey Reagan, romance writer and closet empath, has just been offered a contract with Bresllin Publishing. Her meeting with Alex Bresllin is one she’ll never regret. Her undeniable attraction to the handsome publisher will start her on a journey of lust, desire and self-awareness. Could it end in a boundless love?

She’ll enter a world no human believes exists. She’ll love and be loved like no woman before her. She’ll become a creature that lives between two worlds, all for the love of one man. Tracey Reagan will have a “Love Dipped in Blood” and that love will change her human life forever.

Excerpt: unedited A Love Dipped in Blood

“Alex that was cruel!” She said now holding him to her and loving every minute of his cool hard body next to hers. “Wait, vampires eat?” She said incredulously.

“Yes, we do but our menu is a bit limited. All liquor and wines are part of our fare and any rare meats, caviar, oysters and muscles raw of course,” he said, and then added teasingly, “and of course some nicely aged Italian pussy.”

“You’re a bastard, you know that.” Tracey said now pushing him away. “You’re a crude and lewd creature. God, I am sleeping with a vampire, I must be out of my mind,” she said still trying to pull away from him.

Alex held her to him and grabbed her face in his hands. “Stop or I’ll bite you again to calm your ass down. You’re mine now, you belong to me and that part of the vampire myth is true, by feeding on you I have marked my territory,” he said his eyes deep crimson red.

“Why, Alex, why now,” she said as he held her face.

“Because I became tired of waiting, I wanted you and took you,” he said still looking at her his eyes still crimson. “Because I wanted to be more than just a crazy birthday present, because I don’t want any other men touching you, I became tired of waiting,” he said his hands now on her face.

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Speed Date My Dancing Hero Danny Chambers from Breathe Easy

Speed Date My Dancing Hero Danny Chambers from Breathe Easy (Even Hotter Dads: The DILF Anthology 2)

The door closes and a handsome hunk walks in the door carrying his gym bag and sets it down at his feet as he sits down in one of the empty chairs in Savannah’s office.

SC: Danny, you know I love it when you come visit me here in my playroom…

DC: Mistress Savannah, when you said over the phone that we could do this interview here I couldn’t say no. This place is just fascinating to a man like me.

SC: Yes this room is full of wonders, and so many things that will bring out the naughtiest person from within. If you weren’t taken I know I could tempt you to have a little fun in one of my many rooms. The offer is always on the table. (Bites lower lips as she runs her heated gaze over him, from head to toe)

DC: *looks around with a devilish smile* Mistress Savannah, are you giving me an indecent proposal?

SC: Can you blame a woman like me? You are just so very delectable and I can’t help myself. There are so many naughty thoughts running through my head.

DC: I’m flattered and will say you are just a woman that exudes sexual power and can make any man including me feel…. *stops himself from finishing sentence and looks away*

SC: Mr. Chambers are you blushing?

DC: Yes, I must be.

SC: No need to blush. I would love to hear the rest of that previous thought.

DC: *clears throat and shifts in his chair* No, there isn’t, especially since you already know so much about me. I will have to tell you a little later when there are a little less people around. I don’t want to spoil everything in front of the readers. A man has to leave a little mystery. *Damn it. I came for an interview and now I’m getting flushed and turned on.*

SC: I shall keep you to that. You know me; I have ways of getting just what I want.

DC: I know you do. That is your specialty amongst other things. Maybe after this interview is done you can…give me a few tips. I’ve got a special woman I might want to try a few things on. I’m always looking to spice up the relationship.

SC: Spice is the breath of life. *Wink, wink* I would love to give you some tips.

DC: That I must agree with. I look forward to learning from you.

SC: So it’s time to get down to business. We’ve got a lot of eager readers who want to know more about you. Tell us a little about yourself.

DC: My name is Danny Chambers, I’m a professional dancer/choreographer. I love in the beautiful city of Toronto, Ontario in Canada. I’ve been dancing all my life but professionally it has been for the last ten years. I started when I was just in grade school.  Recently I got back from a tour with Simone. We finished off her tour in New York. It was unforgettable.

SC: You must have had an amazing time on the tour. I heard you guys had a packed schedule.

DC: Yes we did. Between rehearsals and everything else we spent what time we had relaxing. Simone had requested we change a few of the dances to accommodate a few of the stops when she was a bit ill. The set is pretty heavy with choreography and she didn’t want to cancel because she her fans would be disappointed. That took a lot of work. On our days off I still got up early to go sightseeing. Who knows if I’d ever be back in these countries again?

SC: What inspired you to become a dancer?


DC: I’ve always loved to dance. As a kid I had a hell of a lot of energy and my love of music made it so easy for me. I loved putting all my energy into dancing and learning the different styles. As you know I’m trained in classical, jazz, hip hop, contemporary, just to name a few. When I dance I feel free. I can express myself in every step.

SC: What’s your favorite place that you’ve had the chance to visit so far?

DC: I love all the places we’ve been to. There is so much to see and experience. So many different cultures, but I will have to say there is no place like home.

SC: So now to some of the questions our readers want to have answered.

DC: Oh boy. Shall I be worried?

SC: Don’t worry I’ll be gentle.

DC: *cocks an eyebrow* Gentle huh?

SC: What do you look for in a woman?

DC: I want a woman who is honest, caring, loving and just herself. I don’t want anyone to be fake and to pretend they are something they’re not. What’s the point? But I will say there is already someone special in my life and even though we’ve been through a lot I would never change what we have. She is the woman I’ve always wanted.

SC: She is a lucky woman to have a catch like you.

DC: I’m the lucky one to have such a gentle and beautiful soul in my life. I’m truly lucky.
SC: Where do you see yourself in five years?

DC: I would love to be still dancing and touring if possible. I really want to get into doing more choreography for music videos. That would give me the opportunity to not be away from home for so long. I’ve got more responsibility now; it’s not just me anymore.

SC: Are you willing to tell everyone who she is? I know the readers are wondering about this special lady you keep speaking about.

DC: I want to shout it at the top of my lungs but I won’t spoil our story. Mistress Savannah you did such a beautiful job telling my tale. I would love for the readers to read it and find out a little more about me and my special girl.

SC: Danny you are just too kind. It was my pleasure to tell it. I know the readers will love it.

SC: How many hours do you train? I hear dancers have impeccable bodies. So strong and toned in all the right places. You must be a marathon man in between the sheets. (Letting out a deep breath she pictures Danny naked in all his glory flash through her mind. Licking her lips she smiles seductively in his direction)

DC: Mistress Savannah I know that look. Oh you are just a very naughty woman. How am I supposed to concentrate on this interview? *running his hand through his chocolate-brown hair he lets out a sigh and smiles at her direction*

On my days off I train sometimes six to eight hours or more. I also have to stay in shape so I work out, go running. My body is in very good shape, it has to be. Our routines are intense and the shows are high energy. As for the marathon man between the sheets, all I will say is I can keep up and go all night long. *winks*

SC: *Mistress Savannah fans herself and bites back a moan. Shaking her head she takes a deep breath to try to refocus on the questions in her hand* You probably get a lot of Simone’s fans doing some crazy things to get backstage. What’s the one that stands out?

DC: Oh we get tons of groupies, both male and female. I once had a girl sneak onto the tour bus in nothing but a thong and heels. She thought by trying to seduce me she could get a backstage pass or something. It didn’t work. I don’t sleep around. I have my heart set on my special girl and nobody else.

SC: Favorite part of a woman’s body.

DC: Her lips. There is something so sexy about the lips. They are so beautiful and I love kissing and biting them.

SC: Oh you’re a biter? Danny, do tell us more.

DC: *looks away and smiles* Yes, a little. I love to run my teeth against a woman’s soft skin. I love to take her rosy red nipple in my mouth and suck as my teeth gently press down on her sensitive bud. Hearing her moan as my teeth make contact with her supple flesh just dives me insane.

SC: You are my kind of a man. I love men who bite.

DC: Why am I not surprised?

SC: I think you know me too well after all the time we’ve spent together.

SC: Boxers, briefs, or commando?

DC: Really, you’re going to ask me that?

SC: Yes, our readers want to know.

DC: Well, if you must know I like boxers and sometimes commando. *Shakes his head*I can’t believe I just said this out loud.

SC: Favourite position in bed? Yes I asked that too. See it is on the cards.*hold up set of small cue cards with questions*

DC: The drill and that’s all I’m going to say.

SC: Ohhh that is a sexy one. One of my favorites. *bites lower lip remembering the last time she’d done that position*

SC: Sex in bed or shower sex?

DC: Both, it just depends on what mood I’m in. I’m pretty sure after I’m done here I’ll be driving home like a maniac to get to my girl. How much longer will this take if you don’t mind me asking?

SC: *Smiles* That’s what I want to hear. I’ll never keep a man from his lady when he’s all ready to go. Just make sure you drive carefully.

DC: *stands up he tugs at the buckle of his jeans* I will make sure to do so. Oh and about those tips. I will be back later on, or on second thought tomorrow. I might be a little too tired to drive back after what I’ve got planned for tonight.

Walking over Danny reaches for Mistress Savannah’s hand and places a soft kiss on it before winking at her and racing out of the room.


SC: Ladies and gents, the one and only Danny Chambers. You can bet there will be a lot of rocking going on at his place. I just adore when I can bring two people together for a little spicy romance. If you’re interested in finding out more about Danny check out his story Breathe Easy which is featured in the Even Hotter Dads: The DILF Anthology. The book is now available from Ravenous Romance. 

Even Hotter Dads: The DILF Anthology 2

Nothing is sexier than a man who loves his kids. In this second volume of stories celebrating hot dads, you’ll find young dads and older dads, gay dads and straight dads, vampire dads, a father of the bride, and even, in true Ravenous Romance style, a M/F/M threesome.

Contributors include: Jon Jockel, Stacy Brown, Rebecca Leigh, Savannah Chase, Garland, KT Grant, Kilt Kilpatrick, and Trinity Blacio.

Breathe Easy by Savannah Chase


Danny Chambers worked hard at making his dreams come true. He’s now a choreographer and dancer for one of the world’s biggest pop stars. He’s also in love with Ashley, who happens to be his best friend and they’ve made the step to see where things will go. Now with the tour over he’s back home ready to continue with love but shocking allegations have rocked his world. Will Danny be able to get through the scandal and back on track with the woman who’s stolen his heart or will this derailment destroy his perfect world?

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Speed Date With My Hero Phillip Whitman from True Fireworks Never Fade

Okay - off to lie down for a while now!

Thanks for stopping by and reading my very compelling interview the Hottie that is Phillip Whitman.

Drea: Hey, Phil! How are you doing?

Phillip: Not to bad. I would be way better if the weather outside wasn’t so freaking scorching. If someone had fore warned me that Ohio was so hot this time a year I would have used my powers of persuasion to lure Melissa somewhere less humid.

Drea: Your preaching to the choir honey.  Us Ohioans live for the AC this time of year.

Phillip: The AC only does so much. I find myself forced to walk around practically neekid in order to keep from sweating my ass of.

Drea: I fail to see the problem in this *raises eyebrow*

Phillip: Either does Melissa *sexy smirk*

Drea: Okay well lets get down to business so you can go and cool down. So how work going?

Phillip: Not to bad. I”ve found myself lessing the acting gigs so I can spend some more time at home with Melissa and Tyson. I missed to many years of their life I wanna make up for it.

Drea: Are you planning on having any more children?

Phillip: God I hope so! In the mean time I like to practice A LOT!

Drea: *giggles* So how have the ladies reacted now that you are off the market?

Phillip: Who cares I have Melissa and that is all that matters.

Drea: Good answer.

Phillip: *evil smirk*

Drea: Okay now we get down to the nitty gritty.

Phillip: Okay hit me!

Drea: Boxers or briefs?

Phillip: Camando. Next question

Drea: *swoons* Missionary or doggie style?

Phillip: Both and then some. Why limit yourself when there are so many damn fine positions in the world

Drea: Favorite Holiday?

Phillip: The 4th Of July I used to hate it but now I’ve grown kinda fond of it.

Drea: Well it’s right around the corner. Any plans?

Phillip: Take my family to see the fireworks and then make love to my wife until the sun comes up.

Drea: Well that’s all the time we have for today I want to thank you for taking a minute out of your busy schedule to talk with me today.

Phillip: You’re more than welcome. Any time beautiful.

If you would like to read Phillip, Melissa, and Tysons story you can find it in my short story True Fireworks Never Fade.


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Through with the fourth of July, Melissa has resigned herself to spend every year hidden in the privacy of her own home hating the holiday. Close to a decade of hatred and remorse was washed away with one sight of the man she loved for so very long.

Phillip Whitman is one of the highest paid actors in the business. When his friend Tom suggested they take a trip to Ohio, on the one holiday he hates the most, he agrees not knowing why. One trip, to one bar, has changed his life forever. Making him an instant family man, whether he wanted to be or not.


After blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the light, all he could do was stare. Back in the day, she was too thin for his liking, but now she filled out in all the right places. Dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her neck, bringing attention to her beautiful jaw line and flawless skin. Although her figure had changed quite a bit since he last laid eyes on it, her face still looked the same. Beautiful.

“I wanted the element of surprise.” Putting the glass up to his lips, he gulped the rest of his drink. Putting it down on the table, he looked into her shocked eyes. Her skin still flushed with fear and eyes sparkling with anger.

“Well you got my surprise. And you’re lucky you didn’t get a ball bat to the face. Wouldn’t want to mess up the multi-million dollar mug of yours.” With a smile, she turned and headed out of the room.

Standing, he groaned as his muscles stretched. Sitting in the same spot in the dark sounded like a good idea at the time, but his muscles were still a bit sore from the last stunt mishap a week before.

Crossing the room, he followed the sound of the cabinets opening and being forcefully shut in loud bangs. Oh, I pissed her off. Good!

“Still feisty I see.”

Turning, she gave him a death glare then went back to putting her groceries away. Stopping, she looked into the trashcan and just shook her head, no doubt seeing the empty bottle of cheap whiskey from her cabinet that he emptied while waiting for her to get home. Once finished, she set a glass on the counter, filled it with ice, and added just a little bit ofCherry Coke. Pulling a Jack bottle from the brown bag, she removed the cap and poured the amber liquid into her glass.

“Want a little Coke with that Jack?” With a chuckle, he sat down on the stool and let out a sigh. “Can I possibly have one of those?”

With a nod, she grabbed a glass from the strainer beside the sink and made him the same drink, then slid it across the counter. Leaning her back against the refrigerator, she put the glass to her lips and took three quick gulps. Lowering her glass, she shuddered and made a face, drawing a chuckle from Phillip.

“Man, that’s nasty.”

“Then why drink it?”

“Gets me wasted faster then wine.” With a shrug, she gulped the rest of the drink and made another. After the second glass was gone, she set it down and slid to the floor.

Concerned, he abandoned his post at the opposite side of the room and came to sit beside her on the floor. Face resting on her knees, her shoulders shook in sobs. Whatever anger he built up over the time he sat waiting for her to get home dissipated as if never there.

Raising his arm, ignoring his sore muscles, he encircled her shoulders and pulled her to his side. Coming willingly, she tucked herself into his side and cried against his chest. Running his hands up and down her back, he rode out the heart breaking sobs, minute by agonizing minute.

Raising her head, she brought the end of her shirt to her nose and blew.

“Oh, now that’s sexy.” Winking at her, he earned a smile in response.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a small whisper as she looked into his eyes.

“For what?”

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Frolic in the hay, anyone?

This weekend is the biggest bonfire, booze, booty and barbecue fest of the year up here in Scandinavia: Midsummer. Friends and families all over our lovely, luscious subcontinent will gather to celebrate the Midnight Sun and its futile attempts to set in the days surrounding the summer solstice.

That sun also sheds light on the strange high summer activities of Scandinavians. Lest the truth be forgotten, these are hi-tech societies full of industrious people with the latest thingamajigs. For three seasons out of four. When summer comes, it’s back to basics, easy living, out with the stiff upper lip and in with the…is that your wife you have thrown over your shoulder?

In Finland alone, you have the swamp soccer world cup and swamp volleyball tournament, cell phone tossing and wife-carrying contest, ice fishing competition (on connected rafts with holes in the middle of each since nothing is frozen this time of the year), and the air guitar world championships to choose from. Plus it’s Woodstock all over again in every self-respecting city, town and village.

How about some Midsummer magic? Before there was Christianity, there were Norse pagans and mythology. Most of worship happened in nature or at home, and beliefs revolved, as they often do, around the natural world and the supernatural beings that inhabit it. Tongue in cheek, some people still set out to fields and forests to chase after treasures marked by will-o’-the-wisps, to collect certain flowers and herbs for fertility, prosperity and good luck in marriage or relationships, or to gaze into wells, ponds or natural springs for a glimpse of their future spouse.

Apparently, the magic works like…well…magic. The number of births used to spike nine months after Midsummer. It may or may not have something to do with the fact you’re supposed to perform these solstice rites preferably in the nude. Want patent proof it’s a fertility fest? Visit Sweden, where a popular traditional Midsummer event is the erecting of a huge maypole. The bigger the better. Now there’s a phallic symbol if I ever saw one.

These are, as I said, the same people and countries that time and time again top all sorts of Best-place-to lists. It takes strength, stubbornness and a great sense of humor to make it through the dark, even desolate winter months. But summer is a promise of something completely different. Summer is salvation. It gives everyone something beautiful to look forward to, something wonderful to look back on, something rare to enjoy when the time comes.

And that’s what we’re doing this time-honored weekend in June. We are enjoying nature, life and the sweetness of living to the fullest, a tasty beverage in one hand, something from the grill in the other, our nearest and dearest by our side. Now, if you’ll excuse me, a certain Nordic hunk is shooting me come-hither looks. Luck be a large Viking tonight!


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She’s Bold & Opinionated and Jezebel is Owned…

Cassandre Dayne


Hello fellow smutsters and I’m on today with a sexy little character interview. It’s interesting. When I thought about just how many characters and types I’ve writing about this last year and a half, I had to go WHEW. I have gay and straight men and women, aliens, cowboys, vampires, were-tigers, Master Dom’s and submissives of both sexes. So in trying to figure out who I wanted to interview, you would think that my choice would be difficult, right? In truth I have one in mind and she’s a very complex character from a very emotional piece.

I write a lot about BDSM and the D/s lifestyle and we all know 50 Shades is so HOT. For writers in the genre, the aspect of the increasing popularity of BDSM is thrilling, but for those of us who delve deeper into the research of the lifestyle for writing or living, the presentation gives us pause. Why is that? Because the D/s lifestyle isn’t about whips, chains and being locked in some dungeon. It’s about trust and control and is very, very emotional for the majority of men and women who thoughtfully engage in the practice. In other words – changing your life to either accepting becoming a Dom/Domme or a sub is life altering and must be considered thoroughly or the entire shift will not work.

On Becoming His is not a BDSM piece per say. The book started for me as an exploration with poems and prose after researching and talking with several practicing Dom’s. Many of you who know me have heard me talk about how valuable the teachings have been and I continue to learn every day. Jezebel is my heroine in On Becoming His and the single book will be turned into a trilogy. She is an extremely complex character in that she is very opinionated, highly intelligent and on the upper echelon of business, is older and in a sense set in her ways and trust me – balls to the walls. She’d just as soon tell you off for pissing her off as anything else. BUT…she has another side and one almost no one knows about.

My male hero Luke, is also highly intelligent and charismatic, has had failed relationships for various reasons and is very attracted to her verve and spirit. When they connected there were sparks and yet something else. The second in the trilogy – On Becoming Her Sir, will show the POV and the intense emotional journey from the Dom’s perspective and will be co-written by the talented writer, Benjamin T. Russell. I think the unique perspective given by an actual male will truly give the reader a broader sense of just how emotional and life altering the consideration is. Engaging in D/s changes everything you know about what you think you believe in. Notice I use the word “think”.

Certain aspects are indeed vastly different than what you see on television and movies or read in the majority of books out there. Jessie is truly realizing just how much she has to break down the walls she’s had around her all her life and while the concept is freeing, it is certainly giving her angst. Or as Luke would say – she continues to be willful and he is having a difficult time figuring out how to be the best Dom she needs. Let’s talk with her…

Cassandre:  Thank you so much for going 69 Shades of Smut today, Jessie. I hope you can feel open here – we don’t bite unless requested.

Jessie: (laughs) You are quite welcome, but I enjoy a little nipping and licking now and again.

Cassandre:  Jessie, you’re a girl after my own heart. I know you and Luke have been together for a little while and are practicing a D/s relationship. So tell me about Luke. What did you find so attractive about him?

Jessie:  I was out with some girlfriends on night and I saw him in a dark bar. He simply was the most gorgeous man in the place. I watched him for a little while, from the way he carried himself to the quiet smile he seemed to give everyone around him, and I wanted to know more. No, I had to know more. Whew. He was like a chocolate dream with midnight eyes and a gorgeous smile and long legs and… I’m sorry, I’m just a little hot and horny today.

Cassandre:  Oh that doesn’t bother me. He is a sexy man. I hope you don’t mind me saying that. Did you connect that night?

Jessie: (sighs) No worries. I know he is. We talked and danced and I cannot tell a lie. I tried to seduce him that night. I might have a wicked side of me, but I’ve never done that before. The funny thing is he refused.

Cassandre:  Hmm – I know what I would have done in that situation but… So how did you start talking and getting closer?

Jessie: Quiet dinners and long talks over glasses of wine. Getting to know him was so easy and natural. We talked for hours about anything and nothing.

Cassandre:  And when did the thought about D/s come up?

Jessie:  (brushes her hand through her hair and grabs her glass of wine, allowing crimson drops to spill out over the edge) I don’t honestly remember how we talked about it the first time but I knew he had the side of him because I’d been exploring my submissive side for so long in my mind and in some research and I could see all the characteristics within him.

Cassandre:  You don’t have to be nervous with me. Seriously. I know this is something that is very emotional for you. Care to share the characteristics?

Jessie: (Licks the wine off the rim and gives Cassandre a saucy stare) His demeanor is completely at ease but all controlling. When he looks at me I can tell in his eyes when he’s happy or disappointed. When I was first getting to know him, he simply had an air about him of confidence and I knew. It was a woman’s instinct. I noticed a post he’d done on Facebook and asked him about it. When he admitted he has written the D/s piece I knew and we went from there.

Cassandre:  Now the big question and one I realize everyone wants to know is very personal so feel free to say what you want. You’re a very confident woman and you have success on so many levels. You’re considered powerful in business and you have everything you could ever want. I also notice you are very bold and dominating yourself. Why would you want to be a submissive and why Luke?

Jessie: (nibbles in her bottom lip and looks away briefly) I asked myself that for about two years. Why? The simple answer was and still is that I’ve never been happy. I’ve had mixed relationships over the years and nothing worked. I never got any satisfaction, including in bed, from any of them. I looked hard at myself and knew I needed a man to control me, nurture me and discipline me as necessary. I honestly had no idea what I was trying to find initially and that’s why I’ve done so much research. The why Luke answer is easy and yet complicated. I trusted him from moment one in all ways and without question.

Cassandre: (grins and shakes her head) oh no. There’s more. Spill the dirty and yummy details for me about him.

Jessie: (pouts and then breaks into a giggle) Oh no you don’t. If your readers want to know just how sexy he is then they have to read the book that was written about our journey. Maybe you’ve heard of it – On Becoming His.

Cassandre:  Party pooper, but I think I know the writer so I should be able to get a copy. (winks) All right then, you also used the word complicated as well. Why?

Jessie:  Luke the man is my best friend, my mentor, my lover and my mate. His is my patient and loving disciplinarian and the man who has my best interests at heart. He can be both understanding and demanding in his wants and needs and I have had difficulty being molded into what we both know is my needed role as a submissive.

Cassandre:  Interesting. In other words you are both still learning your roles and about each other?

Jessie: (leans forward and drags a wisp of stray hair from Cassandre’s face) Yes, sexy woman. This is a life long journey for both of us. When we finally accepted that as the simple truth our relationship began to soar. One tidbit of juicy gossip – yes sexually we excel as partners and he has every part of me. I have begun exploring all aspects of my sexuality because of how uninhibited I am. We share and enjoy partners together at his choosing and the joy of giving him that aspect is exhilarating.

Cassandre:  (shudders and realizes she is wet and hot all over. Licking her lips she tries to regain her composure) You are a beautiful woman and I am certain Luke is inspired.

Jessie:  (giggles and sips her wine) You could say that. He is powerful. We’ll leave it at that.

Cassandre: Whew. It’s hot in here. Is there anything else you’d like to tell our readers before you go?

Jessie:  I don’t want to make light of this. While we are a very sexual and passionate couple, he is my Sir. I am controlled and owned by him body and soul and choosing this lifestyle was my need as well as his. It is not for everyone. Choosing to become a Dom didn’t mean Luke wanted to be a sadist and whip me every day. Discipline is involved of course, and I take my punishment without question, but he is kind and loving and giving in ways no other man has been with me. This is not something to be entered into lightly. No matter what your penchant, dominant or submissive, you have to completely be honest with yourself, your partner and trust without a single question. And you must forgive yourself when you fail.

Cassandre:  Excellent advice. I have the link for your powerful book in case others want to read. Thank you so much for sharing such an intimate look at your relationship with Luke.

Jessie:  Anytime and um, Cassandre, we do enjoy a third remember…

Cassandre:  I think I need to talk with Luke.









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Take Your Pleasure by Jasmine Haynes

Have you ever been cheated on? Have you experienced how much it hurts? Have you done something about, stay and pretend you don’t know, walked out, gotten a little payback, exacted out and out revenge?

That’s the premise of Take Your Pleasure. Natalie catches her boyfriend, and there’s no mistaking what he’s doing! Unless you talk to him, of course. He’s got an excuse! Can you believe it? My husband would call me a plot spoiler if I told you what that paltry excuse was, so I won’t ruin that fun. But what is Natalie to do? If you ask her boss, Lincoln Masters, a little payback is in order. And that’s what Take Your Pleasure is all about, payback, turning the tables. And having a whole lot of naughty fun while they’re doing it.


Here’s a little excerpt of this naughty BDSM-lite story.

A naughty little story with a bit of bondage and a very good spanking! When Natalie Beaumonde catches her boyfriend with another woman, her boss Lincoln Masters hatches a plan to help her show her wandering man the error of his ways. Being a Master himself, Lincoln’s the perfect dom to help Natalie execute the punishment. But Lincoln has an agenda for Natalie of his own.

Excerpt of Take Your Pleasure
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes

Natalie wanted to gag. It had been such a shitty week. Mr. Masters was right about everything. She’d failed him miserably, made so many mistakes. He was a hard taskmaster, but she’d always measured up, always delivered more than required. Until last weekend, when she’d walked in on Van with that woman. Now she couldn’t stop replaying those images in her mind, and they seemed to overshadow everything else she was supposed to be doing on the job.

She’d been with Van for two years. At thirty years old, with her own home and a solid job, Natalie had even considered taking the next step with him, moving in together. How could he do that to her? And how could he do that with some horrible woman dressed head to toe in skintight leather?

There wasn’t a single bulge on her lithe form.

Natalie shuddered to think of her own body packed into all that leather. But the worst was the noises he’d made, the sighs, the moans, the cries, the groans of pleasure. He’d never sounded like that with Natalie, never gone utterly wild when she touched him. Not even in the beginning.

“Miss Beaumonde, are you listening to me?”

Oh God. “Of course, sir.” What had he said?

She certainly couldn’t tell Mr. Masters all her personal problems. First of all, she wouldn’t receive an ounce of sympathy. Second, he didn’t believe personal issues should ever get in the way of work. Honestly, neither did she.

He rounded the end of his desk and paced behind her in a semicircle. She didn’t dare turn her head to look at him despite the itch along her spine. You never wanted Mr. Masters at your back when he was pissed at you. Though when he was on your side, there was no greater ally.

“I’m very displeased, Miss Beaumonde, and, quite frankly, shocked.” His breath was at her ear. “This isn’t like you.”

She’d worked for the company for five years and as his executive assistant for a year. She’d always done an exceptional job for him.

“So…” Coming to rest beside her, he lowered his voice to an almost seductive pitch. With his tall form only in her peripheral vision, feeling him next to her rather than seeing him clearly enhanced the effect. His tone was like warm maple syrup drizzled down her spine and licked all the way back up. “You have a decision, my dear,” he finished softly.

She suppressed the urge to shiver. It wasn’t the thing to get turned on by your boss’s voice, especially when you were on the rebound from catching your boyfriend with another woman. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.”

“You most certainly will, Miss Beaumonde.” Facing her, he leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now here’s your choice.” He cocked an eyebrow. “You can tell me what issue has put your job second on your list of priorities.” After a pause, he added, “In detail.”

Oh no no no. She stared at the desktop rather than meet his gaze. Even now, remembering Van’s wild abandon and his total pleasure at the hands of another woman was demoralizing. Natalie had suddenly had it slammed in her face that she wasn’t woman enough for him. And she certainly couldn’t describe what she’d seen.

So, uh, no, not gonna tell Mr. Masters a thing.

“Or,” her boss went on inexorably when she said nothing, “you can bend over my desk, lift your skirt, and take the spanking you so richly deserve.”

Hmm, well, that sounds like Natalie’s getting the punishment, not her erstwhile boyfriend Van! Ah, but that will come later…

Take Your Pleasure  is now available on Amazon, Smashwords, and ARe. I hope you’ll look for it! If you’d like to read a longer excerpt, stop by my website!

So, anyone want to share their experiences about cheating? Maybe lance a little leftover pain?

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A Chat With Macy Veralta from Her Cowboy Stud

We’re in the Houston airport today talking to Macy Veralta who’s on her way to L.A. Thanks for letting us interview you, Macy.

Macy: My pleasure. I’m glad you caught up with me.

Q: You’re flying to a tradeshow. Will you tell us a little about your work?

Macy: I’m a sales rep for a US product distribution company.

Q: Exactly what kind of products do you sell.

Macy: *smiles* Hard hitting questions, huh? I sell adult toys.

Q: Sex toys?

Macy: Yes, sex toys. Battery operated items, bondage supplies, discipline equipment.

Q: An interesting line of work. You’re based in Chicago, and your territory is the Midwest and the East. May I ask what you’re doing here in Texas?

Macy: *blushes* I visited a ranch outside of Houston to pick up an inheritance item left to me by a wonderful older gentleman whom I met on an airplane nearly a year ago.

Q: I noticed you didn’t blush when you talked about your product line, but you did turn a little pink when you mentioned the ranch. There must be more to the story of your inheritance.

Macy: There is. I’d been fantasizing about the ranch’s owner, Trace McGonagall for months—ever since I met his uncle on the airplane. *sighs* When I saw the living, breathing cowboy who’d inhabited my dreams, I found myself growing all tingly and warm inside.

Q: Sounds like lust at first sight.

Macy: *laughs* It was indeed. And when we discovered that we had a number of interests in common…bedroom interests…we couldn’t help but grab for each other.

Q: And did your common interests have anything to do with those adult toys?

Macy: *sly smile* I don’t want to get too deep into particulars, but I’ll confirm there was a mutual excitement for them.

Q: It sounds like the two of you had an incredible day together.

Macy: Mostly. *frowns* Unfortunately, because of the instant and raging attraction between the two of us, emotions ran high. Tempers flared. A misunderstanding turned into a blowout, and we nearly turned our backs on each other

Q: Scary. Were you able to work through the issue, or…oh. Is that why you’re at the airport today instead of at the ranch?

Macy: Actually, if you turn around. See that tall cowboy in the black Stetson standing at the bar? The one who’s tipping his hat?

Q: Yes. Oh, wow. Is that Trace? He’s one sexy cowboy.

Macy: Mm hm. That’s him.

Q: You’re one lucky girl.

Macy: I am. *smiles* Fate was exceptionally good to us yesterday. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go remind my cowboy stud just how lucky he is, too.

Trace McGonagall’s quiet life on his Houston stud ranch is shaken up when gorgeous Macy Veralta arrives to claim an inheritance left to her in his uncle’s will. Trace sees her as just another gold digger, but he also can’t resist her curvy body. When she hints at being the perfect submissive to his Dom, he has to have her.

Macy wouldn’t have been three months late to claim her inheritance if she’d known Trace was sin in jeans. The cowboy’s dominant bearing and the smoldering glint in his eyes send shivers to her toes and stirs images of being bound in his bed and disciplined at his hand. But could Trace’s perfect seduction be part of his plan to reclaim her inheritance?

EXCERPT:  Over 18 only, please.

Watching them in the mirror, Trace held Macy’s ass cheeks, prodding the tip of his cock into her slit.

She sucked in a breath, still watching them, still as glazed with passion as he was. Trace took his cock in his hand and slid it up and down her pussy, lubricating it with her cream. He rubbed her clit, taunting the bud with the ridge at the head of his rod.

Sensual, piercing cries came from her mouth each time he dragged his head across her, and as her body shook with oncoming orgasm, he slid his shaft to the tight opening of her pussy and pushed inside.

“Oh, God,” they both cried at the same time.

She vibrated, her slit sucking him in further. She clenched her pussy around him and rolled her hips in a primitive rhythm that pulled and gripped his cock until he pistoned into her, the manic ride sending him up, higher, right on the edge.

He’d already come twice tonight. He should have some stamina, but his balls ached with the need to ejaculate immediately. As he began to thrust, he pressed his chest against her back, covering her, aligning his arms next to hers. Possessing her totally. He slid a hand to touch her clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger, playing with it, needing to hear her scream with pleasure.

She did, within seconds her back arched. Her head came up next to his as she shouted her release. Around his cock, her canal spasmed. The intense squeezing spun him into mindless carnal ecstasy, nearly making him shoot his cum. He held off, he needed this perfect moment to last.

Giving in to the temptation to mark her as his, he gently bit her shoulder, and her contractions increased in strength and frequency as she cried with renewed pleasure.

Trace had never known a woman as sexual as Macy, amazingly responsive to him, and uninhibited in bed. As interested in bondage as he was.

Her head dropped as the aftershocks of her release shuttered through her, and her arms shook. She had to be exhausted, ready to collapse. “Darlin’, put your head on the pillow.”

“No, Trace. You haven’t—”

“I will, Macy. Just let go. I can hold you.” He straightened behind her, one arm under her, holding her hips at the perfect level as he slowly rotated his hips, circling his shaft inside her, prolonging his pleasure.

She laid her head on his pillow, and a sweet desperation gripped his chest. Made him want to find a permanent place for her in his bed. In his life.

“I want to hear you scream,” she whispered.

“Aw, darlin’, I want that, too, but I need to slow myself down.” He looked at her reflection in the mirror, and winked. “I do have a reputation to uphold.”

She giggled softly and bit her lip. “I bet I can make you lose control.”

His heart pounded in his chest, wanting her to do it. Needing her to make him come. “It’s a bet.”

“Slide your cock into my ass.”

He knew he’d lost the bet the second she said it.


I hope you enjoyed getting to know Macy a little – or a lot – better. Thank you!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
Her Cowboy Stud available at The Wild Rose Press Wilder Roses
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Morals or Make-Me-Quiver?



What traits do you love in a man? Do you consider moral attributes like faithfulness or honesty better than scorching bedroom eyes? Let’s rate our favorite traits of men on the hotness scale. Here are just a few:


Rich men

Bad boys

Good sense of humor











Great smile


Ripped Abs

An ass you can sink your teeth into



Has the “game”

What are some other traits you can think of? Would you ever date someone who doesn’t have those traits you find important?


Read on for a scorching scene from TRAIL OF LUST- book 2 of the Hollis Boys, now available from Loose Id! Photobucket


“Kathleen, I want you. It’s a mighty quick courtship, but I’m asking ya, darlin’. As soon as I can make arrangements, will you steal away to the preacher with me?”

A low cry burst from her. Her belly bottomed out as if she’d just missed the top step in an entire flight of stairs.

Graham’s mouth quirked up at the corner. Tiny creases appeared around his eyes, and she couldn’t restrain herself another minute. She drew his head down and kissed each eye, first one then the other, trailing her lips down his cheek to his chiseled jaw.

“What does that mean, sweetheart? Talk to me. Give me the words.” His demand was low, and his voice wavered with uncertainty.

Her heart went out to him. Could this rugged cowboy actually have insecurities?

Turning her mouth into his, she whispered against his lips, “Yes, Graham. I’ll be your wife.”

His expression turned possessive, carnal. He slid his hands beneath her and gathered her roughly to his chest. Crushing his lips over hers, he kissed her, thoroughly exploring her mouth until she was whimpering with need.

“This is our wedding night,” he murmured between fiery kisses. “I’d give you the finest down mattress, but I can’t help but feel you truly belong here beneath the moon.”

Kneeling up, he reached for the top button of her blouse. Shivers of anticipation ran down her spine. Her pulse tripped out of control, and her mind reeled. This man had just asked her to be his wife. Now he was going to claim her body.

The stolen kisses of earlier in the day suddenly seemed tame by comparison. She’d played with fire, and now she was about to be consumed by the flames.

He flicked the first button open. Cooler air rushed over the small inch of skin. Tremors racked her.

“Don’t be frightened, Kathleen.” His voice was a caress, as velvety as the dark night. His musk infused her senses, and the tips of his rough fingers as he worked the remaining pearl buttons of her blouse heightened the experience.

He skimmed her flesh, dipping his fingers into her chemise. Bowing upward, she sought more of his touch. His eyes were two candles in the night. Was this really happening? Had a Hollis man as handsome and dangerous as Graham really just asked her to be his?

He opened the final button of her blouse. He slid his hands into the opening, letting them travel over her cotton chemise. She wished she’d worn her good one she reserved for special occasions and church. But she’d never expected more than a few stolen kisses from this man.

“Beautiful,” he said hoarsely.

He ran his thumbs down the V of her ribs to her waist. When he kneaded the slender curve, she writhed as shocks of want blazed through her. Her sex clenched, and moisture escaped the folds. Being raised on a ranch, she knew enough about mating, but this restlessness inside her was new. She couldn’t explain it. The warm knot in her belly was too much to bear. She needed relief, and soon.

She reached for the buttons on his soft leather vest. He smiled encouragingly. She worked the buttons through the holes and then slid the garment from his broad shoulders. Abandoning it in the grass with a rustle, she reached for the hem of his cotton shirt.

“Not yet. I need as much control as possible to bed a virgin.” His desire roughened his voice and made her heart blossom with emotion.

Out here in the rough country where they lived, men and women rarely married for love. Convenience usually brought about unions. Her parents had been lucky to grow into a comfortable love for each other. She had only hoped for that herself, but now that Graham was within reach, she wondered if there was more to be had.

He dipped his head to the valley between her breasts. Gasping, she gripped his head as he kissed her in a place no man had ever laid eyes on before. He pressed a trail of kisses down the sides of each breast, tugging down the cloth of her chemise as he went. More than anything, she ached for him to remove the rest of her clothes and touch her all over.

Tingles spread through her belly. A frenzied need rushed up, and she found herself gasping. “Please, Graham.”

“There’s time, baby. We have all night. I’ll keep you out here till dawn, loving you. Then I’ll go off to find that preacher. I never thought I’d hear myself say that again.”

Shock broke through her haze of passion.

He stared at her hard as she struggled to make sense of what he’d said. The wind trickled through the grasses and washed over her skin. The dampness on her skin cooled, and goose bumps broke out from scalp to toe.

“Kathleen. Don’t be afraid to say what’s on your mind.”

She gulped and fortified herself. “Again?”

He lifted his head slowly, still licking his lips after tasting her skin. “Only a very few people know that I took a wife during the war. She was ripped from me.”

Worry settled in her chest, mingled with a pang at the hurt in his voice. “R-ripped?”

“Killed.” He sounded as if he’d gargled gravel.

She quivered with longing. Suddenly, she couldn’t bear the idea of him knowing that pain. Her pa had shattered after losing her mother. Very slowly, he had put his life back together, but it still pained her to think of his distress during that time.

Wrapping her arms tightly around Graham, she brought him down atop her. His weight felt good, pressing her into the ground. She held him for long minutes, stroking his hair and spine.

“I’m truly sorry to hear it, Graham. I only hope to fill a portion of the hole she left behind.”

He made a sound like a sob. But when he looked at her, she found his eyes dry. With startling suddenness, he claimed her mouth. Gone were the playful caresses. This kiss was smoldering. Consuming. Soul-binding. She felt part of herself trickle away, already belonging to him.

“Take me, husband. Bind us.”

With savage lust, he tore open the hooks holding her skirt at the waist. The cloth loosened. In one swift tug, he pulled it off, exposing her calves and ankles to the night air—and to his gaze.

More vulnerable than ever, she was in a state of arousal she’d never known existed. She pinched her eyes shut, then opened them immediately, not wanting to miss the expression in his as he looked her over for the first time.

“Christ… These curves. Here. And here.” He touched her breasts again, sending them bouncing. “Tender-eyed woman. I needed you for a very long time and never realized it.”

With a cry, she locked her arms around his broad shoulders, scraping her nails over his shirt, eager to feel the warm swells of muscle beneath. How would he taste? Would he let her kiss his skin as he did hers?



Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~





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Lori Foster Get Together!

The Lori Foster Get Together is my most favorite conference to go to!  It’s casual and fun, and best of all, I get to hang out with friends!

The Get Together officially starts on Friday, but my hubby and I like to get there on Thursday so we can have dinner with the fantastic Moni Draper (aka author Monette Michaels) and her husband.  Afterward, we came back to the hotel and hung out, where we met up with author and fellow Romance Diva, Maddy Barone, and her friend, Dossie.  Mima (also a Romance Diva) came in a little while later.  They went to the mystery party at Duffy Brown’s and couldn’t stop talking about the dresses Maddy made for the party.  If you didn’t know, Maddy is an excellent seamstress, and the dresses she made were beautiful.

The next day, Friday, my hubby and I helped stuff goodie bags.  That’s another highlight of the Get Together.  Not only do you get to see all the swag first as you fill the bags, but you get to have fun with all the other volunteers while doing it!

Registration was later that day, followed by pizza!  You’re probably wondering why I get so excited over pizza, but we don’t eat it that much, so it’s another highlight!  We sat with Barb (we met her the first time we went and have been friends ever since – she’s also on my street team!), Maddy and Dossie, and Robyn Bachar and Christine Lawrence, two other Divas.  After that, it was time for the book signing.  Again, another highlight of the weekend!  I love meeting everyone and talking to readers.  I got to meet my wonderful FB friend Leslie as well as another street team member, Kimberly!  I also got to sit next to Moni, so that made it extra fun!  Oh, and my cowboy ducks (to do with my cowboy romances) were a huge hit!  Later that night, we hung out with author Renee Vincent and Becke Martin Davis, and lots of other authors and readers

We did some more hanging out on Saturday, meeting some more readers and going to an excellent marketing workshop taught by the very cool and very knowledgeable Sheila Clover from COS Productions.  Then it was time for dinner with Barb and two new readers we met, Valerie and Barbara (who won my raffle basket!)  After, we hung out with the newest members of my street team, Janet and Cindy!  I have to say, they’re awesome

We had a great time and met a ton of fabulous people – some of whom I’m sure I forget to mention.  I can’t wait until next year so we can get to know everyone even better!

Oh, and if we’re freinds on FB, I’ve got lots more pics there!


Sexy Romantic Fiction

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