Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
"Hot and upbeat. This fun little holiday story could warm the coldest night."
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5 Dark Divas and Recommended Read from Deb at Dark Diva Reviews-
"Peppermint Kisses is one hot Christmas story that will melt you from the inside out. I know it did me. Wynter O'Reilly has done it again with this short and oh-so-steamy Christmas story. "
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
As for what I've been doing as Jade we'll I sent in a ms called Scarlet Angel to Dark Roast Press. The accept now I'm waiting on the usually business stuff and edits. I've also been locked in my writing cave working hard on a novella and novel. Yes I'm still plugging away at my full length paranomal work. If it's ever done I will be throwing a huge party, seriously. I sound like the Little Train That Could, it's almost done... it's almost done... Guess I'm hoping if I say it enough it'll finally magically get done. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Publication Date: 20 November 2009
When Jack wakes from his car wreck he finds himself attended by two gorgeous vixens. As a winter storm rages outside he wonders about his two new friends: who are they, what are they doing here and what secret are they hiding? He quickly discovers there could be worse circumstances, and life can be sweet, with Peppermint Kisses.
Jack groaned. Why does everything hurt?
Above him, a soft feminine voice whispered, “I think he’s waking up.”
He opened his eyes, blinking repeatedly as the light penetrated his darkness adding to his splitting headache. He groaned yet again as a lovely face blocked the light.
“How you feelin’?”
He closed his eyes and muttered, “Like I was hit by a Mack truck.”
Another female voice spoke up, “You might well have been for all we know.”
“Huh?” He jerked up, instantly regretting the sudden movement as pain flared through him.
“Don’t move, we’re not sure how injured you are.”
Suddenly it all came back: the bad snow, icy roads, his tires skidding and then the tree. Oh! My mom is going to have a cow when she finds out she caused her son to go off the road.
He looked up at the woman hovering over him. She was a pretty blond, with bright blue eyes, in a green tight fitting sweater and jeans. He doubted that she was a nurse, or that he was in a hospital. Judging from the rustic room he was in, it was probably a ski cabin. “Where am I?”
“Our cabin; the roads were too hazardous for us to try and get you to the hospital.” The blond exchanged a look with the other woman, an attractive redhead, in a white sweater and jeans. “As soon as the blizzard passes and the roads are clear we’ll get you taken care of. Until then, we’ll just make the best of what we have.”
Jack sighed, doesn’t look like I have much choice. Then again, stranded in a rustic cabin with two hot women… He clenched his teeth and pushed himself, into a sitting position. “All right, I’m Jack.”
The blond smiled, “I’m Chrissy and the pissy redhead is Nicolette. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I am, a little.”
“There’s some homemade chicken soup downstairs, I’ll bring you up a bowl—you just rest until I get back.” She stood and walked toward the door, Nicolette followed her out.
Buy link -Coming Soon
~Stories that'll make you melt!~
I'll be posting the info about the book in my next post in like two minutes. Stay tuned... :)
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
For the second year running, between September 15th and December 15th, all proceeds from each and every purchase of GISELLE RENARDE EROTICA through the eXcessica website will be donated to the Lesbian Gay Bi Trans YOUTHLINE!
LGBT YOUTHLINE provides queer-positive, non-judgmental peer support to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transsexual, transgender, 2-spirit, queer and questioning youth. LGBT YOUTHLINE offers free services through its toll-free phone number, by email and instant messenger. To find out more about this organization, visit their website.
Please join me in raising funds to help LGBT YOUTHLINE expand its services and continue providing an open ear and an open mind to queer youth. All you have to do is visit eXcessica.com and purchase a copy of THE BIRTHDAY GIFT, TANGLED ROOTS, KANDINSKY'S SHIRT BUTTON, or CUNNING LITTLE VIXENS by Giselle Renarde before midnight on December 15th 2009. After Paypal takes its thirty-nine cents or so, every penny from the sale will go to support this righteous cause.
Last year, so many of you offered your support. Let's raise even more money in 2009. Together, we can ensure LGBT youth are supported through times of trial and triumph.
Canada just got hotter!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
4 Blue Ribbons
"This is a wonderful story about a second chance at love. The realism of the characters was something I could relate to as a reader. Taylor and Ian could easily be people you could run into on any given day. I think any person can empathize with
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From Night Owl Romance
"I found this to be an adorable story of a young son trying to make his dad happy again after his divorce two years prior."
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"Refreshing story about a second chance at love written beautifully by Wynter O’Reilly."
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
Reviewed By Dawn-
"THE WINGLESS FAIRY is one hot read. Short, sexy and down right erotic…it had me squirming in my seat. Ms. O’Reilly definitely heats things up in THE WINGLESS FAIRY. I picked this up on a whim since it had elves and it sounded pretty good for a short read. I was blown away by the way this author delves into the world of elves, pleasure slaves, BDSM and the power plays of gods. This may not appeal to those who do not enjoy BDSM since it is very erotic and graphic."
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Length: Short Story
Heat Level: eXcess 1
Ian, divorcé and single dad, isn’t looking for love. But his son, Randy, thinks it’s about time. Randy invites his new teacher Ms. McBain over for dinner. Little does he know she was his dad’s high school sweet heart. When Taylor returned home she expected to run into her ex, especially when his son was in her third grade class, but not invited over for dinner.
~Stories that'll make you melt!~
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, menage, spanking and light bondage.
Derian stood before her his black eyes taking in every inch of her being. After a moment, he asked, “What are you?”
She swallowed the lump of fear in her throat. “I was an Ice Fairy
“Was? How did you lose your wings?”
He smiled and actually laughed. “My pets enjoy having fun at the expense of others.”
Eiry’s heart quickened it’s already fast pace. His pets? The creatures had held her down and tortuously cut her beautiful wings from her. Leaving her this shell. Fear iced over into anger and rage. Launching herself from the bed she attacked him with all she had. Still laughing he caught her, pinning her to him. Her small fists did nothing so she slapped him. The sound resonated throughout the room.
Derian let go of her suddenly and she stumbled falling to the floor. He’d stopped laughing but grinned down at her rubbing the cheek she’d slapped.
“So a fairy doesn’t lose all their powers with their wings.”
Eiry swallowed, trying to rid herself of the fear that had returned and balled in her throat. Something flashed in the Gods dark eyes that was gone before she could grasp what it was. Kneeling down he took her chin in his hand making her look at him.
“I’m going to teach you how to find pleasure in pain, my little wingless fairy.”
Letting go of her chin, he scooped her up in his arms and gently laid her back on the bed. Slipping his hand under her robe he caressed one of her breasts. She gasped but didn’t pull away.
“Let your lessons begin.” He pinched her nipple applying pressure till she whimpered.
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~Stories that'll make you melt!~
~Stories that'll make you melt!~
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I'll be her very first guest blogger on 10/02/09, which is also when the contest ends so get crackin'.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Length: Short Novel
Alex once again heeds Tiethla's call…and this time, she's not alone.
The Mastive has escaped and is scraping his way back into power. A prophecy says Alex must stop the Mastive once and for all, but how can she defeat such darkness alone?
Alex is given some temporary hope by the unexpected arrival of Riley, who agrees to help in exchange for passage back to their home world. But Tiethla has a surprise in store for Riley, and there may be no going home once her true identity is revealed.
Content Warning: Explicit sex, graphic language, ménage a trios, sex with cat men.
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Saturday, September 5, 2009
1) Finish my Christmas short story
2) Finish my novel The Border
So if I can get one of these things done this weekend I'll be happy. I'll let you know Tuesday if I'm a happy camper of not. lol.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
To promote my new release, Scarlet Myst, and upcoming one, Sisters In Arms.
Please stop by and say Hi, or I'm going to be talking to myself. lol.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Total for the week= 1736
Yeah it was a piss poor week. Hot, muggy, rainy and not at all conducive to writing. I think next week I'm going to step back and recharge my batteries read a few good books. Yeah I don't think there'll be a writing count next week. Sorry, but I need to take a break.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tanna Aldrick is the captain of a deep space salvage ship in the twenty-ninth century. When she and her all-female crew stumble upon an ancient ship floating in the middle of nowhere, they figure they might be able to find a few valuable tidbits left on the decrepit spacecraft. But what they discover is more valuable than anything they could have ever imagined finding – a gorgeous hunk of a man from the twenty-second century, perfectly preserved in cryogenic suspension. Mankind has changed a lot in seven-hundred years, and six-foot-four, blond-haired, blue-eyed guys like him aren’t just rare; they’re nonexistent. From the moment they revive him, Tanna finds herself falling for their handsome passenger. As logical as her reasons for not getting romantically involved with him are, however, she still finds herself inviting him into her bed.
Garrick Carlisle wakes up after seven-hundred years in hypersleep to find that everything and everyone he knew is gone. Lost and disconnected, the only thing that keeps him from completely losing it is the beautiful and sexy, dark-haired ship’s captain who rescued him.
Tanna isn’t the only person interested in Garrick, though. A man like him would bring a high price on the slave blocks on any number of planets and there are a lot of unscrupulous people in the galaxy willing to do anything to get their hands on him.
How far will Tanna go to protect her valuable cargo and what will Garrick do to stay with the woman he has come to love?
Valuable Cargo by Paige Tyler Click HERE to Read Chapter One and Buy Your Copy!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Writing can be a lonely isolated job. For me it is a job I love. Commitment, discipline and dedication are all traits required if you’re going to write. Everyday I set a goal. If I’m working on my novel, it’s two thousand words a day. I don’t quit until I’m done. I take a break, walk around and clear my head if I’m stuck on a particular scene, or the words just won’t appear. But what I love most are those days the words flow and come alive on the page, there also the ones I may be done in three or four hours.
It’s the need to tell a story. Once the characters are created they take on a life of their own. It soon becomes their story, which may rise out of a conflict or lessons in my life or those around me. Sometimes where the idea comes from may be completely unexpected. Who knows the twists and turns it will take and what the outcome will be.
I do not outline the entire story when I begin write. The basic premise of the store is there, what happens when I begin write, the story flows and takes on its own direction.
Today, I have just completed my third novel. Now comes the real work. Reviewing, the context, the sentence structure, the accuracy of facts, time lines, the list goes on and on. I make the changes to polish it so it can be the best it can be. Even though your writing may be a work of fiction, it is important to ensure accuracy of facts.
Adding romance into a story is a key element for me. Even when I write about that relationship between a man and a woman, I think we can all identify with the conflict and frustration. In writing romance, it’s the happy ending that desired outcome we all want. Girl gets the guy, the right guy.
Captain Eric Hamilton is a powerful force in the U.S. Navy, having earned himself a reputation of being a hard-nosed chauvinist. He’s commander of the USS Larsen, a destroyer, currently deployed in the Persian Gulf during Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Abby Carlton has just escaped from the man who held her captive for a year. Abducted while travelling in Paris, she was given to an Arab man as a gift, until one night she makes her desperate escape.
While on patrol one morning Captain Eric Hamilton discovers a dinghy floating aimlessly. Abby is found, battered and in an advanced state of pregnancy, lying in the bottom of the dinghy. From the moment she lay on the deck of his ship her innocence finds a way to penetrate his hardened heart. But time is running out. Eric is falsely accused of sexual assault and the CIA wants Abby and the baby for bait to flush out her captor.
Excerpt: The Captain’s Lady
“We have no reports of a ship in distress in the area, Captain.”
“What about fishing boats?”
“No, sir, no reports.”
Looking once more at his first officer, Eric issued curt orders, the harshness grating in his voice. “Send a rescue team to check it out.”
Handing the binoculars off to one of the crew members, he strode with determination off the bridge, heading directly to the ship’s launch. His well-trained crew scurried about. Joe appeared at his side and they watched from the rail as the small rigid hull sped off in the direction of the dinghy. His pulse rose and the dampness on his back soaked through his short-sleeved shirt.
“So what do you think?” Joe leaned on the rail, uncertainty clear in the crinkle of his brows.
“Don’t know, dammit.” Eric focused on the scene unfolding in the distance. Again he commandeered the binoculars from Joe and scrutinized the three-man team approaching, then securing the boat to the dinghy.
His senses were keen; over the years, he’d learned to trust them. The uneasiness that crept its way into his gut, the hairs now standing up on the back of his neck and the racing of his heart; this unshakable feeling was telling him that things were about to change—drastically. Puzzled, he felt the mounting frustration build inside, along with something else he could not quite put his finger on. Shaking his head, he realized it was not a feeling of dread.
The crackle of the radio interrupted his speculation. A voice from the rescue team came over the line. “There’s someone in here, a woman, and she’s in bad shape.”
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Sunday - 297
Yup, not even close. Don't know why I torture myself but I'm gonna keep trying. Some day I'll get it.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Here's the link->Click Here!
Hopefully it works.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I'll post my daily word count on twitter, you can follow me and find out if I make it or not at http://twitter.com/jadetwilight. I'll be posting my weekly total here on Friday or Saturday.
Daily- 500 words
Weekly- 3000 words
Wish me luck.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
All in One Night was offered during Dec. on the Lyrical Press blog. I've been giving the okay to give it away on my website. http://jadetwilight.webs.com
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Your website says you’re an accountant by trade, yet have been writing since you were young. How have you been able to balance your day job and writing?
Well, first off, thanks for having me. It’s a great pleasure to take up a little space on your blog.
To answer your question, it’s not all that hard for me to balance my day job and my second job. Since I don’t have a spouse or kids—or even a cat—I have plenty of free time to fill. Most of the writing of “Where You Belong” I did after work at my local library for a couple of hours each weeknight. I basically lived off ham sandwiches for a good six months. When the libraries were closed, I went to the nearest Starbucks or other coffeehouses.
I found that working outside home actually helped my productivity. At home there were always so many distractions—TV, Internet, noisy neighbors—that it was easier to focus when I was somewhere else. There are still distractions at coffeehouses or even libraries, but at least if you don’t like it you can leave a lot easier than at home.
Something that hit me right off, was this book is about a very controversial subject, gay marriage. Why?
That’s a good question. I think what really made me want to write something about this issue was that whenever I heard people trying to defend anti-gay marriage legislation like Prop 8 in California or the constitutional amendment passed in my home state (Michigan) the excuses were always so ludicrous. If we let gays marry then people will start marrying their cousins or dogs or houseplants. Either that or they’d start thumping a Bible. The more of the media coverage I watched, the more annoyed I got, so I knew I wanted to write something about it.
The challenge for me was trying to come up with something that wasn’t too preachy. I didn’t want my book to be a 500-page lecture or manifesto on supporting gay marriage. I think what inspired me was reading how my favorite author, John Irving, tackled social issues like feminism in “The World According to Garp” or abortion in “The Cider House Rules.” Those books focus on serious social issues, but they’re still great books with great stories. So my initial thought was, “What if someone were so bad at marriage that he couldn’t make it work with a woman OR a man?” In that way I could emphasize my point that it’s what’s in your heart more than between your legs and at the same time humanize it into what—I think anyway—is a great story.
How did you come up with the “Wukipedia” page for Mr. Devereaux?
This is one of those rare occasions where I can remember exactly where I was when it happened. I was flying on a plane from Detroit to Phoenix and I got to thinking about what kind of web page I could design for the book. Then I remembered I hadn’t designed a web page in nearly ten years, which is like prehistory in computing terms and I didn’t really have the money to pay anyone. So I got thinking that it would be great if I could just put the information on Wikipedia and let them deal with it. Well, I thought, why not? Except I thought Wikipedia might get mad at me, so I decided to make a fake Wikipedia page. As for “Wukipedia” I always like Fozzie the Bear on the Muppets, whose catch phrase was always “Wucka wucka.” And as they say, the rest is history.
There’s quiet a bit of characterization on Mr. Devereaux. Did you do it before, during or after writing the book?
I think most of the characterization came when writing the first draft. I didn’t do any kind of diagramming or role-playing or anything like that beforehand, so I really didn’t have any idea going in what exactly the characters would be like. Once I got Frost interacting with Frankie and Frank it all started to come together. It became clear that Frankie was the leader of their little gang with Frank as the sullen second-in-command and Frost as the faithful sidekick. Really the most helpful part of shaping their relationships was early in the story when they’re children and Frankie conceives a fantasy world for them to play in. That she casts herself as the Queen, Frank as the villain, and Frost as her knight-errant helped to solidify their relationships to each other. Even as they become adults that hierarchy largely holds true.
The first draft was actually written in third-person, which I also think helped me to figure out the characters because I could get inside each one a little more. Then when it came time for the second draft and I decided to switch to first person, it was a lot easier because I already knew for the most part who these people were and how they acted with each other.
Was it hard to come up with plot summaries, etc. for books you’d never write? Or are you considering writing the books Mr. Devereaux wrote?
I like to imagine that I could get on Oprah’s couch like Frost’s friend Roble Madobe does if I wrote a book like “Puntland” that’s outlined on the website. Especially with Somalia being in the news so much a few months ago there’d probably be some interest in the story of a Somali immigrant. But since I’m not a Somali immigrant the story would probably ring false.
As for Frost’s novel “The Lifesaver,” a lot of that I cribbed from a story I already wrote called “The Best Light” that you can download on a site I started called D.E-Press (http://roguemutt.bravehost.com). In that story, a man hears that his former fiancée is dead and goes to where she died to find out what happened to her in the years since they said goodbye. “The Lifesaver” works pretty much the same way only it’s transplanted to Australia and instead of a lover it’s the woman who saves his life. Still, the two share a lot of the same DNA. I suppose if I ever did decide to write “The Lifesaver” I would already have a template I could use.
The “Intergalactic High” series of YA stories are also a little bit cribbed from a series of YA stories I wrote. The first one, “Forever Young”, you can download at Public Bookshelf (http://www.publicbookshelf.com/mystery/forever-young/). They both feature a young girl who’s outcast in a strange situation—in “Intergalactic High” it’s 500 years in the future on a space station while in “Forever Young” it’s on a mysterious island stuck 300 years in the past. Again, they share a lot of DNA. As a fan of sci-fi, though, I also borrowed a bit from books, movies, and TV shows I’d read/seen. Really the way to think of “Intergalactic High” might be to say it’s like if you took “Futurama,” “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine,” and the Harry Potter books and threw them in a blender. I’m not sure if a real publisher would have any interest in something like that; if they did I’d love to write the whole thing out.
On a side note, the short story “Antiques” featured in the book is a piece I wrote previously. As is the first story Frost writes, a little sci-fi story involving a cat-like alien with a very large endowment. So I’d urge anyone who’s written anything not to throw it away, because you never know when you might find a way to use it again.
According to Mr. Devereaux’s page he wrote vignettes for charity. Is this something you as a writer would consider doing?
Absolutely. That would be a great way to do something helpful and something I love at the same time. And it would be a lot easier for me than giving blood; last time I had to get blood drawn they had to poke me four times to find any. If anyone ever wants me to be part of a literary “We Are the World” I would be down with it.
Thanks again for having me on and for asking such great questions!
BLURB: Orphaned at an early age, the closest people in Frost Devereaux's life are the free-spirited Frankie Maguire and her conniving twin brother Frank. Over the years Frost's life takes him from the lush fields of the Mideast to the burning heat of the desert to the sparkling promise of Manhattan. His heart, though, never strays far from the two people who have meant the most to him. Ultimately, Frost must decide where—and with whom—he belongs.
Buy it on Amazon.com
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I had to take my daughter for kindergarten screening and then do some errands. I couldn't believe the stuff they wanted kids to know BEFORE they entered school. I used to think that, that was what school was for teaching kids, but now not so sure.
Any way update 104. Which is kinda sucky, but I finished a short I've been working on for a awhile. So it's not so bad. While it wasn't on my intended list of works, my muse seemed to want to work on it and I figure as long as I'm writing something. Now it's back to rewrites from hell. Another short that's got serious issues. If I hadn't magically managed to get it contracted I'd throw the damn thing in the trash and be done with it. But I did and that means fixing it till the pubs happy. Somebody shoot me... Please!
Ok Final tally for June- 1269
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Which reminds me, if your not busy tomorrow stop by the eXcessica yahoo group around 1pm EST to chat with me and some other great authors. I'll be talking about my eXcessica release The Wingless Fairy, written under my alter ego Wynter O'Reilly. If you're interested I'll be doing a mini-interview with Jen Campbell about the main characters from the short as well. So stop by we'll have a good ole time.
Link to group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/eXcessica
Monday, June 1, 2009
5k- Short for anthology
5k-Vampire Short another anthology
10k- Finish Paranormal Full length
4k- Free Read
1k- Rewrites(I hope this counts)
So that's my 25k hopefully I'll be able to do it. Feel free to cheer, jeer and harass me.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
I know my hubby has these dreams all the time. He tells me about them. Fodder for more books... I think... or maybe he’s just bragging or feeling guilty. But I had one the other night and woke up feeling guilty. Weird, right? I mean it was just a dream. Or was it? Any one remember that song from Cinderella, A dream is a wish your heart makes? In high school I used to really be into dreams and the like. So I wonder what does it mean when you dream of having sex?
Here’s what I found from Dream Moods online Dream Dictionary-
To dream about sex, refers to the psychological completion and the integration of contrasting aspects of the Self. You need to be more receptive and incorporate aspects of your dream sex partner into your own character. Alternatively and a more direct interpretation of the dream, may be your libido's way of telling you that it's been too long since you have had sex. It may indicate repressed sexual desires and your needs for physical and emotional love. If you are looking for a place to have sex, then the dream may be analogous to your search for intimacy and closeness.
To dream about sex with someone other than your spouse or significant other, suggests dissatisfaction with the physical side of your relationship. On the other hand, it may be harmless fantasy. In such situations, you may find that you are less inhibited sexually and you can even bring that sense of adventure to your existing relationship.
There’s a lot more to this section but this seems to hit the nail on the head. I haven’t had sex in about four months and apparently my bodies telling me it’s time. Makes sense, so I guess cheating in your dreams isn’t such a bad thing. And me and the hubby need some alone time. ;)
Oh and just for fun what does have sex with a celebrity mean-
To dream that you are having sex with a celebrity, indicates your drive to be successful. Consider what movies your associate this celebrity with for clues as to where and what you want to achieve success in.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thing went well at first...except I couldn't find a dress. This one was to short, to long, wasn't the right color, wasn't fancy enough... See why I don't like shopping I'm to indecisive. By the 4th store the baby started fussing and wanted to be carried. At about the 5th store I found a dress. It's black, blue, and turquoise, with kinda a fifties style. Anyway it's pretty. Then I needed shoes, I'm not a big shoe person. I have maybe five pairs if I'm lucky. Sneakers, hiking boots, two pairs of sandals and dress shoes black. Now I have a pair of black wedge heel sandals. Which are really cute. The shoes took all of ten minutes to find. lol.
Anymore it's always weird buying things for myself. I don't do it often, I always let the hubby or kids get stuff first. If I do get things they're on sale, under thirty dollars or something I need. Oh by the way I stayed under budget, by like $10 so I get a pat on the back, right?
All in all, I guess Shopping Hell is a little miss guiding it really wasn't a bad day. I'm just not one of those girls who wants to do it all the time. And next time I'm leaving the little ones home with daddy.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
"Wow! This story was so hawt that it actually caused me to develop a thing for fae and divine erotica. In the few weeks since then, I’ve bought Escaping Fate by Selena Kitt, Fairy Rock by Daisy Banks, God of Fire by Marteeka Karland, The Lady of Sexuality by Rorrey Lynch, The Pirate’s Pixie by Morgan Hawke, and The Surrender of Persephone by Selena Kitt — and I still have more in various wish lists. Thank you for this exciting introduction to the larger world of sex with gods and fairies!"
Isn't that so cool!
PS - Yes this was posted in March by the reader, but I'm really way behind on a lot of things.
Friday, May 1, 2009
It's a sweet erotic short romance.
Here's the blurb...
Ian divorcé and single dad, isn't looking for love. But his son, Randy, thinks it's about time. Randy invites his new teacher Ms. McBain over for dinner. Little does he know she was his dad's high school sweet heart. When Taylor returned home she expected to run into her ex, especially when his son was in her 3rd grade class, but not invited over for dinner.
Will that old flame be rekindled, or will the sparks fly?
PS. I made the cover too.
Monday, April 13, 2009
In consideration of our entire customer base, we exclude "adult" material from appearing in some searches and best seller lists. Since these lists are generated using sales ranks, adult materials must also be excluded from that feature.
Hence, if you have further questions, kindly write back to us.
Craigs Pop Life claims that the removal of certain book's ranking has been going on since February, but we're just now noticing. True it seemed to be only books that Amazon deemed “adult” a majority of them being GLBT books. But also some erotic and romantic het, just so they don't appear homophobic. Harsh possibly but the fact is my books, and there fore sales have been effected. The thing that got me was some of the books appearing on the lists were YA or didn't have any graphic sex. (You can see lists of authors effected here http://community.livejournal.com/meta_writer/11992.html and here http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/593110.html.) All in all there appeared to be no rhyme or reason other than the continuing theme that, most of them, are GLBT. Dear Author looked into this more pointing out it seems certain metadata categories were targeted. This means certain search words, used would basically hit a wall.
So what does Amazon say to this PR nightmare, well according to them via Publisher's Weekly it's a glitch. A three month glitch, that is now being rectified. There was/is no new adult policy. Hmm, sounds like someone might be covering their ass. What about the letter above? Ms Ashlyn D must be in a world of trouble.
This whole thing seems, to me, to be Amazon not wanting to be associated with our books, yet they still want the money. I can understand my local Borders, slowly pushing ero-rom farther to the back of the store each time I'm in there. But being shoved to the back of a webstore, when you can find Playboy, Penthouse and sex toys... that burns my biscuits. I don't like censorship, I even hated doing it on here, but the thing that really pissed me off was this seemed hypocritical. We'll sell your books, take money from it, but we won't let you use all the features on our site. Now the back peddling. They can't even come out and say "We fucked up. Sorry. We'll fix it." Nope we'll blame it on technology.
Which is total BS, Dr. Karl a 20+ year IT veteran explained why on Midnight Seductions yahoo group and has given me permission to repost it here...
"That doesn't look like a "glitch" to me. As of late Sunday evening however, Amazon has come out and tried to spin the whole thing as a technical "glitch" This is a glitch:
select total_sales, total_dollar, title, author from books where
total_sales <50;>50, but typed <>
Now I might not be as tech savvy as Dr.K but even I noticed that the "glitch" was pretty specific. Many others out there are saying the same thing.
The fact is this whole thing is pretty much over, with the authors winning. Erastes posted on EAA (the Erotic Authors Association) yesterday False Colors is back up on the bestsellers list. So in the end it came down to the bottom line, their bottom line that is. If we kept this up you could see people going else where and Amazon losing money. I guess the real lesson here is never underestimate the power of pissed off people with blogs and a following.
The petition protesting the policy change is still alive and growing. When I last checked it was at 10,937. Here's the link in case you haven't signed.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
"I give this book 4 tombstones....I think Jade Twilight does an excellent job of writing the erotic scenes. They keep the reader interested and entertained - and are hot. She also does an excellent job of character development throughout the story. If you’re looking for something to keep you warm on a cold winter night, then you may want to pick up Mistress of Tiethla."
To read the entire review go here... http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=2849
Monday, March 2, 2009
Do you ever feel like this little guy? Seriously lately I’ve felt like I’m late for something yet I have no idea what that something is. I’ve done everything I can think of that I need to do, well that I can do right now. There are a few things that have to wait till the baby comes. Yet I have the nagging suspicion that something still isn’t done... And it’s something I should do now.
But what the heck is it?
Does anyone else get this feeling? And just what do you do when you get like this?
Usually I make lists. Lists are nice. You write down what you have to do, then cross it off as you do it. But how can I make a list if I can’t remember what it is I’m supposed to do? Think this might be that thing they call “pregnancy brain”? Where you can’t remember anything. It gets replaced by “mommy brain” after you have the kid. Where you kinda wander around like a zombie, trying to figure out what your supposed to be doing and why your carrying around stuff animals, toys, or dirty clothes. Oh maybe it’s a combo, “pregnancy brain” on top of “mommy brain”, double whammy.
Which means I’m probably more like this guy...-->
*Sigh* I guess I’ll figure it out at some point. More than likely at the least opportune moment, but at least I’ll figure it out.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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History repeats itself in the small Mississippi River town of Bauman Creek when two star-crossed lovers met their end during one of the darkest times in the history of the United States. Over a century later, six academics arrive at the site of their demise, Evans House, a haunted place, to oversee an inheritance passed to the State of Illinois by the last of the Evans family. Three of those people, Tristan Pryce, Catherine Mullin, and Jake Bauman will come face to face with the secrets of this place in a way they never imagined. Secrets can never be buried deep enough though and amidst its dark halls, the shadows seem to whisper.
Marcus Havers, a seasoned homicide investigator with the Illinois State Police, finds himself also drawn into the shadows. Called in to investigate the violence unleashed within its walls, he discovers that science cannot always explain everything and gradually, these strangers are pulled deeper into a nightmare, one that some may not escape.
Amidst the darkness, the attraction between Tristan and Jake grows, one that may save or destroy both of them. Together they must face the darkness, survive a nightmare unleashed, and discover what lies hidden in the shadows if they are to survive.
They know you are here and they will not rest. Not until they receive what they desire. Be afraid of the shadows…
“Please, Tristan, just listen.”
“No! I don’t know what kind of sick shit you’re into, Jake, but I want no part of it,” He turned on him, face flushed with anger as Jake reached out to grab his hands.
“Please,” he pleaded softly, “don’t leave me.” He dropped Tristan’s hands as if they scalded his flesh, a lost look in his usually astute emerald eyes. A ragged breath escaped Jake’s full lips as he lifted one hand, his cool fingertips brushing against the razor-sharp angle of Tristan’s jaw.
Suddenly he was close—too damn close.
The scent of his warm skin surrounded Tristan. Lilies, he thought, or maybe wild roses. As Jake’s lips drew close to his, breath warm and soft against his face, a faint stir of lavender in the dusty air. Yes, lavender was the scent.
“You promised you wouldn’t leave.” His words were softer now, more feminine than masculine.
Heat moved through Tristan’s body, heat, and desire so intense he was scared to death. As their lips touched, he caught Jake’s gaze, beautiful sapphire eyes fringed with red-gold lashes.
Sapphire eyes, he thought, but Jake's eyes are green.
Jerking back, he tripped over a box, landing on the floor in a cloud of dust. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, heels digging into the floor as he scrambled back through the dust and grime, eyes wild.>/p>
“So soon you have forgotten, my love? Soon we shall be together again.” Jake’s eyes, now green once more, fluttered and then he collapsed backward onto the floor.
Tristan sat staring at his limp body, his own body shaking with adrenaline and the fear that threatened to overwhelm him. Head braced against his knees, the fear found a voice finally, a choked sound pushed up from his lungs.
What in the hell had just happened? Am I losing my mind? He wondered. Spine pressed against a stack of boxes, he sat and waited.
With a soft groan, Jake sat up, his tongue darting out to moisten his parched lips. The taste of blood lingered at the back of his throat. The remains of biting pain pulsed through the interior of his skull as he struggled to sit up and tried to remember what had happened.
Why was he lying on the attic floor?
A successful young artist, Ryan Esson lost everything in the blink of an eye, including his ability to create. Courtesy of an anonymous benefactor, he’s given an opportunity to reclaim something he thought lost forever when he receives a mysterious invitation to a weekend artist's retreat at a pre-Civil War sugar plantation.
Built on a secluded string of islands off the Gulf Coast of Louisiana, Le Jardin de la Lumière is a place of intrigue, a haunting legend, and one beautiful stranger, who will mesmerize Ryan. In a stranger’s eyes, will he find the strength to open his mind and his heart again?
Ryan swallowed hard, trying not to let on that a second before he’d been staring at the tightly muscled curve of Eric’s ass beneath his slacks. “Yeah, I guess so.” He nervously shifted his own duffle on his shoulder and stepped past Eric, eyes focused ahead deliberately on the sleek lines of the yacht. “So why do you suppose we were invited?” He could sense Eric at his side, standing far too close for comfort.
“Who knows?” Shrugging, Eric stepped in front of him gracefully, walking backwards as he studied Ryan with an amused expression.
To be honest Ryan didn’t much care for the familiarity with which Eric looked at him, especially considering he’d never seen Eric before in his life until five minutes ago. It stank of some uppity rich boy gigolo trying to scope out his prey. Ryan had seen more than his fair share when he’d attended parties, showings, and gallery openings all over the country, and it had never seemed to matter to any of them that he was on Michael’s arm. So many of them had assumed Michael was wealthy and he was nothing but eye candy for the sake of appearances.
He sniffed in disgust. “There has to be a reason.”
“Why?” Eric questioned as he spun and stepped up on the gangplank. “Can we just say it is what it is? Enjoy whatever pleasures we might discover here?”
Ryan hesitated for a moment; then the memory of that empty loft reared up, blinding him to any doubts, he might have about his present mind set. “No,” he shook his head, “we can’t.”
A soft hum escaped Eric’s pursed lips, “And why not, Mr. Esson?”
“Because,” Ryan met those wide azure eyes, “nothing is ever what it appears to be.”
“True, but then where is the adventure in that?”
Ryan dropped his duffel to the polished deck and leaned into the railing as the crew released the moorings, the boat slipping away from the dock and out across the twilight waters. “Some of us have had enough adventure in our lives.” He huffed out a breath, staring down into the dark water as the yacht sliced through it silently. “We don’t need any more.”
“Oh, but adventure is what brings us hope, desire, even beauty and faith. Adventure is what life is about. Don’t you believe that as well?” Eric chuckled, but there was a sadness concealed somewhere in the sound of his laugh.
Lifting his gaze from the water, he studied Eric for a moment. “No, I don’t.” He paused then admitted, “I did once, but not now—never again.”
Sunday, February 1, 2009
A life-long fan of Robert E. Howard, Richard Matheson, and Stephen King the bookshelves at the Newman residence run the gambit from erotica to horror to spirituality to humor. In fact, Chris hopes one day to inherit a library (or a castle with a library, that’d be nice!). Surrounding his eclectic library is his collection of medieval weaponry, helms, and shields. Woe be to the foolish mortal who tries to invade the Newman home.
You can find out more about Chris at his website.
The women of the Albrecht family are cursed! For nearly three hundred years the hex uttered by a witch being burnt at the stake has stalked them down the centuries. Priests, herbal women, and even Inquisitors have been brought in to stop it from driving the Albrecht daughters to sexual-induced madness on their twentieth birthday. Nothing has worked; not even an uprooting from their native Germany to America has stopped it. Soon it just became an unfortunate fact of life if you are a female Albrecht.
It is present-day and Baron Markus Albrecht nervously awaits his daughter Elsa’s twentieth birthday. For a year he has searched for someone willing and able to halt the hex from driving his daughter as insanely mad as his sister, Franziska. Four days before her birthday he finds Noah Ravenswood, a practicing wizard and learned occultist. Noah, armed with hereditary mystical training by his mother, and Doctor Sarah Bookings his associate, he travels to southern Ohio to do battle with the Albrecht Curse.
But who or what is Noah really fighting? Is it truly a hex or perhaps a power-play by one of the Albrecht sons? Could it be the angry and distrustful Maximilan Albrecht, the eldest son and inheritor of the vast Albrecht Estates? Could it be the playboy Hans Albrecht, trying to dethrone his older brother and wrest control for himself? Can Noah and Sarah unravel the mystery before they become embroiled in the family politics, carnal activities, and deadly games at Albrecht Manor?
William Paterno is dead.
“Mama” Fonti, his maternal grandmother doesn’t buy the coroner’s verdict of a massive coronary. The Italian matron suspects her grandson’s last girlfriend of arcane foul play.
Despite William’s aunt Rosa O’Leary’s protests, she has a friend search the Internet for a reputable occultist. She finds Noah Ravenswood and his associate Dr. Sarah Bookings, occult investigators-for-hire. Trained since birth to battle the fiends of the dark, Noah accepts the task to uncover the truth for Mama.
Why is Carrie Welsh, WXPL’s morning weathergirl seeming to be benefit from the attacks? Is she an innocent bystander, or is she in control of the very thing that is wreaking vengeance against the men who wrong her? Suddenly Carrie is attacked by something fiendish, as other supernatural beings enter the picture.
These infernals, which have no relationship to the death of William Paterno, further muddle Noah and Sarah’s inquiry.
Then there is Rosa, who begins to take an emotional interest in the bald wizard. Her fiery Italian temperament, outspoken opinion, and pointed observations of Noah’s life provide an unwelcome distraction. Can they stop the attacks and discover who’s to blame before more of Niles’ citizens fall under the deadly gaze of the Hound of Doom?
In part 3 of the Ravenswood series, George Dabrowski has a problem, a very terrifying one.
One Texas night he picks up a woman on his Harley on his drive east. That morning she is violently murdered in front of his eyes by a terrible, vengeful spirit.
The bloodthirsty ghost tells him he and his former Marine compatriots are to pay for causing her death in Grenada back in 1983. Running for his life, George gathers together his old squad mates, including one Noah Ravenswood, practicing wizard and occultist. But when the specter traps them in Noah’s shop, he and his associate, Dr. Sarah Booking, have only hours to uncover the truth. What is behind the wraith’s attacks and is one of his old comrades a serial killer and rapist?
Can they solve the mystery before the killer strikes again?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
My first book The Wingless Fairy done under this name is available from eXcessica.
The Wingless Fairy by Wynter O'Reilly
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Eiry, an icy fairy, had her wings savagely ripped from her leaving her almost powerless. Alone and powerless she is slated to become a sacrifice, but is saved at the last moment by Derian God of Lust and Pain. He makes Eiry his pleasure slave, teaching her in the ways of passion. Till Airyana, a creator Goddess, finds out and starts causing problems.
Will Derian be able to keep his wingless fairy? Or will Airyana take her from him?
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, menage, spanking and light bondage.
To read an excerpt or buy click here
Sunday, January 25, 2009
"I have always been artistic and possessed of a passion for storytelling. Over the last ten years my interests have shifted increasingly from the performance side of storytelling and into the writing side. Love and sexuality have always fascinated me, as have the fantastical realms of the imagination. Realizing that perhaps these two areas may be two halves of the same whole, I made the decision a few years ago to enter the genre of erotica fantasy. APOCALYPSE WOMAN is the result of that initial foray and I have not looked back since."
Selkines Ondine, a minor noblewoman without the means to fulfill her hunger for knowledge and power, faces a lonely life in service to the Aratriconian Church.
To avoid this fate she makes a pact with Abryax, a fallen angel who defied the god Aratricon at the dawn of time.
In exchange for bearing the demon's child she will receive on wish for anything her heart desires.
Selkines plans to use this wish to gain the wealth and power that society denies her. But the archbishop of the Church has a secret agenda: an interest in Selkines that goes far beyond the religious. And the servants of Heaven will do anything to keep a soul they have set their sights on from Hell's grasp.
Meanwhile Selkines's long suffering admirer, the poet Erasmus sets out to win her hand as well, unaware that his competition is a creature of ancient and terrible power.
Abryax's motto is that Hell gives us exactly what we want. But Selkines learns that what we want may come in a form we never expected or desire. Heaven and Hell ultimately gather for a showdown with Selkines's body as the battlefield, but Selkines is shocked at the depth of her own capacity to love when Erasmus selflessly enters the conflict for her sake as well.
In that hidden vale, with the moon dark and her sins unseen, Selkines began to dance, or, perhaps it should be said, to writhe for her patron's pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, a chaotic series of movements, the best of which were utterly obscene. Yet Selkines continued for what seemed like hours, continued until sweat coated every inch of her painted body and her lithe muscles ached. All the while, she prayed, raggedly chanting dark words until her lungs burned and it seemed the voice was not her own. And then, after it seemed an eternity had passed, with a gesture as vile as it was climatic, the dark dance ended.
Selkines fell to her knees in the dirt, flanks heaving, body glistening, and all silent save for the crackling of the fire. She was utterly exhausted and yet terribly aroused. In truth, the level of sexual hunger she felt was unprecedented, almost painful. Alone with no one to see and no one to stop her, it took all of the willpower she had not to send one hand seeking a pert breast, the other the damp cleft between her thighs, and begin a frenzied effort to release this alien tension playing havoc upon her body and soul. But no, at all costs, she must wait. Still, no sounds came to her except the licking of the flames. But the ritual had to have worked. He had to have heard her entreaty. He must come!
Nothing. Silence. Selkines' heart grew heavy and her loins, ever more impatient. All in vain, then. Her cry had gone unheard. Now, truly, she was alone. And then the fire changed.
First, the bright, blinding white of burning magnesium, then the livid green of burning copper, then, the yellow of a sulphurous cloud. The flames changed, and changed again. And then he was among them. Instantly averting her eyes, Selkines caught only the barest glimpse, but Abryax burned in her memory like the fires of his eyes which sifted in patterns identical to those of the bonfire consecrated to him. Much taller than a man, the demon stood, its limbs and body clothed in a living blackness which seemed to devour all light that touched it. Its masculine face was handsome beyond measure, even in spite of its bone-white skin, small horns, and the bottomless flaming sockets of its eyes. Its - no, his- beauty in all its unholiness was frightening to behold. The hunger in Selkines' loins silently cried out to him and her body trembled.
Abryax emerged from the shifting fire and was immediately before her. Selkines did not dare raise her eyes. What had she done? What would the fallen one demand of her?
An elegant, clawed hand extended languidly toward her and took her by the chin, forcing her to meet the bottomless, beautiful hell of her demon's eyes. Those endless, colorful fires pulled her in, entrapping her in an enchantment of lust. It seemed the price would be exactly as she'd expected. Very well. The lust in her body, already unbearable, now redoubled tenfold at the demon's command. Almost of their own volition, Selkines' hands now moved to her most sacred regions and a blasphemous dance of a new kind now began.