Saturday, February 16, 2013

A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ Polishing Eve's Pomegranites

Wow, Saturday already. Time for a hot man and a quickie. 

The hot man
as always, is romance cover model John Quinlan.

Do take that shirt off, John. It's summer somewhere.

Places to stalk John:

The quickie. 

I figured it's time y'all met Eros, the uninvited paranormal guest who's hiding from the mighty warrior angel Ishmael the Lessor at Carmine House, much to Willa's chagrin. 

(unedited excerpt from Carmine Club's free prequel ~ Breaking Glass)

"You have been summoned." Ishmael pointed his sword at Eros, sounding all bad-ass.
"Cool, there’s an orgy?" He took pleasure from the tight lines appearing around the angel’s mouth. "I’m so there."
"Hardly. The Judicious One requires your presence. Leave the toy bow and arrow here. No more of your accidents." The angel glared down his nose.
One accident, Eros ruffled his feathers. Just one little accident. His fingers twitched on the taut string he’d just installed on his bow. Not for the first time, he contemplated shooting an arrow at the chaste angel. What fun it would be to watch the smug bastard driven insane by a lust he wasn’t allowed to enjoy, but he'd never quite worked out what the consequences of that act might be.
 The bastard had a memory longer than his wings. Millenniums had passed since the day they'd all visited to Earth to admire One’s new Garden. Eros's arrow had missed the juicy red fruit he’d been aiming for, striking Eve. He was almost positive Ishmael used his massive wings to create the naughty wind spoiling his perfect aim that fateful day. Ishmael never missed a chance to rub Eros's nose in the fact he'd set the downfall of mankind in motion. Seriously, to hear the angel talk, you’d think the Serpent had been an innocent earthworm, hanging about holding a hankie in case Eve needed her pomegranates polished.

Have a great week! Thanks for dropping by!

Friday, February 15, 2013

At War in the Willows ~ Kiki Howell Print Release Tour

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Kiki Howell and Naughty Nights Press are pleased to announce the At War In The Willows book tour, celebrating the release of At War In The Willows in paperback format. 
Please visit the participating blogs and join in the fun.
Kiki Howell, affectionately dubbed The Queen of Paranormal Erotica,  has captured our hearts with her trilogy, At War In The Willows. The first book, The Vampire’s Witch was quickly followed by The Vampire’s Wolf and ended with The Vampire’s Human.

The Willows is a resort town run by vampires, werewolves and witches. Here, their true identities are kept secret from humans, and intimate relations between the individual clans are strictly forbidden.
When it becomes known that the vampire Amberlyn has fallen in love with the werewolf Kane, the tedious line of their co-existence has been crossed. Caught in the crossfire of this revelation, Drake, the vampire clan leader and Amberlyn’s maker, is killed along with an innocent witch. These deaths spark a series of horrific events leading to an all out War In The Willows.
Unexpected close encounters, bodies ripe with need, and situations beyond their control lead to forbidden relationships. Now three vampires, a witch, a werewolf and a human must ride along the edges of the rules. They will attempt once unthinkable romantic entanglements despite all those who oppose their relationships, while fighting for their lives as well.
With the Willows full of violence and bloodshed, meetings and magic amiss, will the clans ever be able to find peace among them again? Or, will this war destroy the Willows?

What people have said about At War In The Willows
Good plot, great characters and sexy enough to raise the temperature in my house about 20 degrees. A real page turner! ~4/5 Stars by Angela Holtz:
Reviews for Book I, The Vampire's Witch
“This is the first adult book I've read by Kiki Howell. And it was delicious! Good plot, great characters and sexy enough to raise the temperature in my house about 20 degrees... It's a very fast read, only about 50 pages. But it's a real page turner!” ~4/5 Stars by Lilac Wolf
“Ms Howell weaves a spell binding web that ensnares the mind and lets the reader drift away in to another world. I highly look forward to the next two books in this series!” ~4/5 Stars by Phoenix Johnson
“This is a sexy but short vampire and witch story which takes place in the middle of an upcoming war between three species. I can't wait for the next book in the series.” ~ 4 Stars from Linda Tonis, Member of the Paranormal Romance Review Team
Reviews for Book II, The Vampire's Wolf
“This is the second book in the series and picks up exactly where the first when left off… This is a short story with explicit sex. I can't wait for the next book to find out what Devin's story is and to continue learning about Isaac and Amberlyn.”~ 4 Stars from Linda Tonis, Member of the Paranormal Romance Review Team 

Coming soon on Kobo, B&N and Diesel Books

Purchase your print copy at Createspace | Amazon 

Meet Kiki Howell

Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She then followed in a Master’s program in Creative Writing.

“After a long break having my boys, I finally just had to write again. And, as soon as I gave the stories the space, they entered it. It’s both awesome and humbling to find the words in my mind become characters on a page and create their lives.”
She has now had over thirty stories published between eleven different publishers. Kiki could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world. Please look around. Although a bit of caution, most of her stories tend to hang out on the graphically sexy side of town.

In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. 
And, in March 2012, Kiki was awarded Bestselling Author for Naughty Nights Press, also earning two Silver Stars from All Romance Ebooks for her NNP novellas: Love, Creativity and Magick; The Vampire's Witch; and most recently Mystical Mayhem. Kiki's At War in the Willows Series has also been nominated for Best Series of 2012 by Sizzling PR
Kiki resides in the Midwest with her incredibly handsome and talented, singer/songwriter husband Stephen Howell and two children. When she is not writing, she is spending time with her family, reading, baking or knitting.
Her biggest dream is to have a novel she writes be made into a movie that her husband creates the soundtrack for, and then cruise to Alaska with her family on the money they make.
Contact Kiki Howell:
To commemorate her print release, Kiki is giving one lucky reader a hand-knitted scarf, complete with jeweled 'blood droplets'. Enter to win on every participating blog! 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Character Interview with Cree Walker ~ Whisper on a Scream and Giveaway Goodness, too!

E: Welcome, Cree. Congratulations on your print release. I get excited about the chance to do character interviews, so  before we get to the nitty-gritty details of your release tour, let's meet the characters of Whisper on a Scream, an exclusive interview for this stop: 

Sugar Lubec: What would you give up everything to have?
One night with Jack Coon, without all the rules, without the Council breathing down our necks and without the idea that spending one night with him could result in that whole, ‘til death do you part werewolf thing that terrifies me. I know I want him at least once but I don’t believe in forever.

Jack Coon: What is your biggest fear?
That she’ll never want me the way I want her. That the damage that’s been done to her is too much for even a werewolf pairing to rectify, that she doesn’t know how to love.

Sugar Lubec: What do you see when you look in the mirror?
A scared little girl covered in scars nobody else can see. I see weakness, pain and tragedy. I see someone so broken they can barley take care of themselves much less the Queen Jack wants me to be.
            What is about to change for you?
For the first time in my life I am going to allow myself to heal. I’m going to trust Jack enough to let him help me become the woman I was Born to be.

Jack Coon: Who are you?
I am an Alpha werewolf to the largest pack in North America. I’m also the one the Council relies on to enforce our laws. Some people call me a killer, a murderer but our way of life is being threatened by those who ignore our rules and I will do anything, anything to protect my pack.

           Jack Coon: What is about to change for you?
For the first time in my life I’m putting one person ahead of my pack and I will risk everything to convince her that she is the only one I would ever do this for. Being an Alpha female isn’t something that can ever be taught and she was Born to be mine.

E: Whew, that sounds like an intense love story. I'm a sucker for a man who's already in love when we meet him. 

Naughty Nights Press Press announcement:

Cree Walker is over the moon to announce that one of her bestselling books, Whisper On A Scream, is now available in paperback format.
Choosing which NNP author and book would be NNP's first paperback release was a very difficult choice. NNP went with the readers choice for who would be the first lot of paperback novels to be released and Cree Walker’s book was one of those rating the highest.

Book Description:
Sugar Lubec is the daughter of two bitten werewolf parents. When born werewolf Jack Coon, is sent by the Council to eliminate the daughter of their greatest enemy, he thinks his chance for revenge has finally come – that is, until he meets Sugar for the first time. Now he has to not only convince the Council that Sugar isn't a threat to them, but that she maybe the very key to saving their dying race.
What People Have Said:
The story line was unique and kept my attention through to the last page. You find yourself rooting for the characters, you want them to beat the odds stacked against them. This is the perfect recipe for an entertaining book. 5 stars

Great start to a new series. I liked Sugar and you'll like Sugar, because she has a strong personality ... funny, and snarky ... loyal and strong willed. I don't know how many times I laughed at her comments throughout the book. You'll cheer Sugar on through her trials and tribulations and cry when things work out. I think everyone has a little bit of Sugar in them, and you just want her to come out on top in the end. 5 stars

Fantastic storyline. I thought the story line was fantastic, I was drawn into Sugar's world and found myself rooting for this character, hoping that the world would allow her some happiness after denying her for so long. There are glimmers of humor and also romance which alleviate the darkness of the storyline. 4 stars

This is one of the best books I have read in along time. Could not put it down. Love the detail and descriptions so that I could put a face to Sugar and Jack. Simply a wonderful story. A+++++ Cree. Well done. 5 stars
Paperback: Createspace | Amazon
Meet Cree Walker:
Cree Walker lives in Northern Maine, otherwise known as the part north of Bangor. There she lives with her partner in crime and most patient debate opponent and their two dogs, a Doberman Pinscher for snuggling and a thirteen pound Rat Terrier for security.
She can be found most days typing away at the computer or, because she’s forced to, working a full time job as an advanced psychiatric technician for the local hospital.
Contact Cree Walker at the following places:
Blog | Fan Page | Visit list of participating blogs here for more chances to win.

In celebration of her print release, Cree's holding a raffle for this painting, actually described in the story. Cree ha painted it herself, showcasing yet another of her talents. Enter below to win! (Due to postage considerations, only US addresses are eligible)

Saturday, February 9, 2013

A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ Grandma Calls Her a Floozy

The hot man: 

I just woke and already, I have an urge to crawl back into bed. Romance cover model John Quinlan looks smokin' in this shot. Dress shirt unbuttoned. White sheets to show off that tan. (shivers). Enjoy!

Contact links for John:

The Quickie:
(From Kiss Me Last, Carmine Club prequel)
"My friend started throwin' these parties for women. They’re called CFNM parties. You ever heard of those?"
Dylan shook his head, trying to guess what the acronym stood for. He owned a real estate investment firm, but he loved nothing more than working with his hands. Joe pulled off his own real estate deals. Whatever he needed from Dylan had to be carpentry.
"Teague borrowed two, but I got three windows. I’ll give 'em all to you if you’ll work the Clothed Female, Naked Male party tonight."
Three was the perfect number. With three, he could put them in the— Joe's words registered. Dylan choked on his coffee. 
"Basically, you strip down to your skivvies and waltz around the room. You can’t touch the women, but they can touch you any way they’d like." Dylan gaped. Joe shrugged, grinning like a tabby cat on a tuna boat. "After a few minutes of fondling, they cuff you to a chair or to another guy. The women form two teams. The winning team is the one that makes their guy come first. All my windows are yours if you can hold out twenty minutes before you shoot." Joseph grinned. "Just wear that suit. They'll give you a mask and sexy underwear, but your cock’s gonna be bare."
Dylan blinked, imagining strange women stroking his cock. At a party.
Jillian would love a party like that. The memory of Jill's scornful tone when she'd called him 'boring' made him wince. It wasn’t boring to be discrete. Dylan's almost-ex wife was what his grandmother called a floozy.

Thanks for droppin' in. Have a great week! (Giveaway happenin' through 2/11 one post down! Let me buy you a book for reading another Carmine Club excerpt.)

Friday, February 8, 2013

Heartbreaker Hop ~ You Wanna Handcuff Me to WHAT?

WINNERS!  From among all who left a comment, Draw Straws, the online app, chose Mary@SweepingMe. E-mail me  (edenconnorwritesATgmailDOTcom)  the link to your Amazon or B&N wish list, please Mary, so I can buy you a book!

From among those who gave a go at a southern drawl--and y'all did good, too!--Draw Straws chose April K. Holgate. Congratulations, April  enjoy wearing your honorary sunbonnet today, and e-mail me a link to your amazon or B&N wish list so I can hook you up with a book!

Thanks to all who dropped in for making this such a fun hop.

We've all had our hearts broken. That's what heartbreakers do, they leave behind a trail of broken-hearted women. 
Willa Davis Seachrist has had her share of heartbreak. If you find it hard to feel sympathy for her, I'd understand  After all, how much pain can a woman with a billion dollar divorce settlement actually feel?

Enough pain to set her on a unique course. As a pimp.

 (unedited excerpt from Carmine Club No. 01 Forceful Negotiations)

"I wanted this house. So, I bought it and set about restorin' it. In the process, I found Eve Carmine's diaries. This house was completed in eighteen fifty-nine. Readin' her comments about her life, I realized in the midst of all this wealth, Eve was livin' in sexual poverty. I could relate. I wasn't struck as much by what had changed for women in two hundred and fifty-three years as I was by what hasn't. Rich or poor, women still have to scrimp in one important regard. Sexual satisfaction. Too damn many of us live in sexual poverty, Teague." The elegant woman turned her back on the window.
 Her painted lips curved into the first smile Teague felt was genuine. "One day I had an epiphany. What if I could use my money and this estate to offer women the chance to explore their fantasies in a safe, consensual environment? Why not create a place where our fantasies are the ones being celebrated?"
 Sex had been a luxury for Teague, something she rarely had time to indulge in. When she did, if she'd been open about her needs, she only hit another wall of male condemnation. Yet sex was like breathing, everyone was compelled to do it. The fact sex usually left her gasping for a release that never came only made fucking less effective than air, not different. She felt the truth of Willa's words down to her soul. Hell, she could be the poster child for sexual starvation.
"Why an auction?" Before she penned the hardest part of her short statement, caution made Teague voice the concern. Roaming the estate and meeting someone she wanted to sleep with was one thing, but the way this club worked was unusual, to say the least.
Willa returned to her chair, smoothing her side swept bangs in a way that made Teague think of a cat perfecting its fur. The older blonde lowered her voice and lifted her index finger to her temple. "Men must compete in order to tap into that head space where we need them to be on our club weekends. We want them feelin' manly and confident. Competitive. Think of the auction as sexual theater."
Teague thought Willa's near-whisper a ploy to be sure the woman had her attention. She resented the tactic even as she strained to make out every word. "We need their testosterone pumpin'. The auction sets that up nicely. You'll strip and be handcuffed to one of our luggage carts. They work deliciously well."

           Poor Willa. While she's fearless when it comes to helping her friends cure their sexual starvation, take it from me, she's not gonna be a happy camper when she finds out Cupid has moved into her mansion. His mission? Help Willa find her soul mate. Not the easiest job when she's fighting Eros tooth and nail. And honey, if anyone knows how to fight dirty, it's a former Miss Georgia. 


1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!


For dropping in and enjoying a bit of my new series-in-progress, I'd like to offer a prize, too. 
For a chance to have me gift you ANY BOOK on your Amazon, B&N, or Kobo wish list (up to $9.99) leave a comment below, telling me how you'd feel about being in Teague's shoes, finding out you're about to take off your clothes, be handcuffed to a luggage cart, fondled by strange men you can't see, and have your most secret sex fantasy auctioned to the highest bidder--satisfaction guaranteed. For an extra entry into my drawing, post your response in your very best Georgia drawl. (Think Gone with the Wind, if you've never had the pleasure of talkin' to someone from Georgia :p)

BOOK BLOGGERS & REVIEWERS: If you'd be interested in an advance ARC of the new Carmine Club series for review, please let me know in your comments so I can forward a copy to you as soon as it's ready.) It's explicit, erotic, romantic fun.

Now, back to the main hop page for more heartbreakers and hot giveaways!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ Are Your Girlie Parts Squeakin'?

The hot man: 
Romance cover model John Quinlan looks so hot in this pic, I think I'm gonna write him into an episode of Carmine Club. I already have a title for it: Come to Bed. (chuckle) Maybe we can all drop by his Facebook fan page and ask if he'd prefer to be in an episode exploring the female fantasy of being with two men at once, or if the idea of being dominated by a woman floats his boat? (He'll kill me if you do!) But I'm inspired, not to mention feeling some serious brand loyalty for Tommy Hilfiger at the moment.

Contact links for John. He loves to hear from his fans. I wonder how many e-mails start with : "Oh my god, you're so hot I wanna rub ice all over you?"

The quickie: 

(unedited excerpt from Carmine Club no. 01, Forceful Negotiations)

Pleased to say this story went off to Tammy Parks for editing yesterday, so I might be able to announce a launch date soon. You can tell from poking around on my blog, I'm still obsessing over the cover, but Tammy's offered me a Gimp intervention. She plans to install  a zapper on my keyboard if I open the file again to edit it. I kinda hope her tekkie skills aren't as highly developed as her editing skill. :/

The seductive scent of java and the knowledge Joseph Gilante would be camped out in her workroom made Teague hurry down the hall and  into the room at the back of her shop. Joseph was the type of man to wipe his damn feet.
Or not. An empty creamer container whizzed past her nose when she stepped through the door, hitting the edge of the tall metal trash can beside her work table and careening away. Skidding across the linoleum, the plastic bottle left a trail of white liquid in its wake. Jerking backwards, she forgot about her wet shoes. Joseph's dark eyes registered guilt when she glared at him and snapped. "If that's the last of the creamer, then thank you for making me a cup of coffee."
He flashed incredibly white teeth. Teague was convinced the man had a crush on his dentist. "Well, hello, Miss McBitchy Tits." Joe's deep voice rumbled in the quiet room. "Did the doctor choke on the cloud of dust he had to wade through to check your girlie parts, or is the poor fella okay?"
There were times having a gay man for a best friend was a pain in the ass. Though he cultivated the blue-collar look of a carpenter, with his worn jeans and shaggy dark waves, he abhorred manual labor. The muscles straining his sleeves came from long gym workouts, not lifting bricks and boards. Shoving the hood off her hair, Teague stalked across the workroom. His broad shoulders shook with amusement, causing coffee to slosh from the Styrofoam cup. Teague smiled grimly when the hot liquid ran down the front of his shirt. Grabbing a napkin, he dabbed at the stain, muttering curses.
She narrowed her gaze. "McBitchy tits? Seriously? First you drink all my creamer, then you have the nerve to call me Miss McBitchy Tits? Did you hear the joke about the self-fulfilling prophecy?"
Abandoning the effort to clean his white sweatshirt, Joe tossed the wadded towel on the counter. Raising the cup, he pursed his lips and blew across the steaming surface. Mischief danced in his eyes, despite his effort to look wounded. Teague plucked the cup from between his large fingers and steeled herself for what he might say next.
"When have I ever not replaced the creamer? Fresh bottle, in the fridge. And your mail's on the table under the newspaper. Not one customer came in while you were gone. And why didn't you get the doc to oil your parts? I hear somethin' squeakin'."
Flushing, Teague snapped, "Some redneck over compensatin' with tires three sizes too big for his pickup relocated a puddle onto my shoes." Turning her back on him to shove aside the newspaper littering her worktable, she sipped the hot liquid. Sorting through the stack of envelopes and colorful fliers, she spied Declan Corporation's logo—the one beginning to pop up on sold signs plastered to buildings in the blocks behind theirs. Teague slammed the cup on the table and snatched up a red pen Joe had used to circle some real estate listings. She wrote the same message across the front of the envelope in a slashing handwriting. Return to sender, addressee unknown. These Declan folks were hard of learnin', her grandfather would've said.
 Joseph's large hands squeezed her shoulders and his warm breath ruffled her hair. "Sweetheart, they know you live in this building. That's not fooling anyone."
Squeezing her eyes shut against the sting of tears, Teague couldn't help the note of accusation in her tone. "You're goin' to sell out, aren’t you, Joe?"
"It's called turnin' a profit, little bit. They agree to my figures and I'm gone. Sell this damn building, Teague. Buy something smaller. Hell, have a real artist's studio built. Jorge didn't leave you this place to tie you down. He left it to you to give you wings."
Teague had no intention of selling her building to Declan Corporation. They could build their fancy new headquarters around her for all she cared. Joe bought and sold commercial property the way she bought and sold gold, but this was home. She tried to picture her workroom devoid of his big body. More than the space felt empty. 

Thanks for droppin' by. Have a great week!