Jaded Vixen

No Longer Writing.

2012-01-10T07:02:00.000-05:00

For those who might have been wondering I'm no longer writing, for profit. I'm spending my time focusing on my family and running a small book blog. Which I won't reveal because I run it under my real name and don't want it linked with this one or my pen-name. After dealing with a lot of crap from someone, which I won't get into, I gave up.
Suffice it to say I wasn't happy with where my life was going. How I was living it or what it was doing to my family. I fell into a bad depression and I can finally see the light as the end of a very long, stupid, and dark tunnel. That light is my kids, and husband. I don't feel the need to write like I used to. Perhaps I've managed to purge all the demons that haunted me, dogging me to write their stories. I don't know.
What I do know is that if I do start writing again it will be under a different name. Jade Twilight is no more. She has been used and abused by those she trusted and is tainted because of a certain person, who will remain nameless.
What I can tell you is I'm not the same person who wrote the works on that side bar. I probably never will be and never want to be.
A very close friend, who has seen me through all of my ups and downs, will be posting my works free and those contract, as they end or I see fit, up on smashwords for me. She's also volunteered to help me promote the few contracted works I have left.
For my parting words I have one request. Please DO NOT Purchase any of my works from Red Rose Publishing! The contracts for these have been up for sometime, I have not heard from the owner even though I have attempted to contact her. I've done everything needed to get my rights back per her contracts. Yet she ignores me so I beg you Do Not buy my books from her.
I wish to move on with my life, this part has been accomplished so now I'll see where the journey takes me next. Thank you to those of you who have purchased my books and to those of you who have supported me, authors and readers alike.

Jessie's Dirty Little Secret Now Free on Smashwords

2012-01-10T06:31:00.000-05:00

I've decided, with much pressing from a friend, to re-publish my works as free reads on Smashwords. Jessie's Dirty Little Secret is the first. My friend Nanny has taken it upon herself to "help" me with this venture and will be doing promotion for my books as well as her own short stories.
So if you haven't gotten a copy of Jessie now's your chance. Download here.

Review for Out with the Undead.

2011-07-27T05:03:00.000-04:00

I received a 5- An Alpha Howl- from Wild About Bones on Bitten By Paranormal Romance for Out With the Undead. Here's a snippet-

"Fantastic!! What a cool, imaginative new vampyre mythos and paranormal world Jade Twilight has created! The characters are believable and the scenarios plausible. Twilight has combined vampyres, zombies, Day Walkers (older vampyres), hell beasts (animals turned by vamps), latents, a vampyre hunter, werewolves, shape shifters and not one, not two but three romances to create this appealing paranormal romance."
Read the full review here!

New Reviews

2011-02-24T12:13:00.000-05:00

For Out With The Undead-
From Clover Hill Book Review- 4/5

"There's some fantastic twists in this story, along with intermingled plots between characters, especially Bastien and the ladies. There's some really hot sex scenes, as well as a ménage a trois...*phew*, I thoroughly enjoyed this overall." Michelle

From Happily Ever After Reviews- 2.5 Teacups by Hunter

For Sisters In Arms-
From You Gotta Read- You Need to Read By Cassie
"If you're looking for a quick read featuring sassy girls, drop-dead gorgeous hunks, mild bondage, dragons and cat people, all rolled together in one fun-filled romp, this one will appeal."

Merry Christmas

2010-12-25T07:52:00.001-05:00

& A Happy New Year

Helping in a Season of Giving- Riley's Memorial

2010-12-15T07:30:00.000-05:00

I was recently sent an email about a family who loss of their son in a horrific accident. Read more here and here.
Several bloggers are getting together to help the family with the costs of dealing with this blow. I know that a childs death is sad and isn't like a baby with a disease or curing something but it's still just as important. If you son or daughter was killed in an accident what would you do?

These bloggers mostly Mothers themselves are putting together a raffle. Every dollar you donate will be one entry into the drawing for prizes. Stephanie from Babe's Rocking Mami is oraganizing this event she will get an email with your info and the amount you've donated and will email you back to confirm and give you your drawing numbers. When the auction ends tentatively on the 15th of January, possibly the 31st.Winners will be drawen random.org. I hope to have more details on the auction in the next few days as more sponors get back in touch, between the weekend and weather people are taking longer to get back in touch. Decide to give up your morning coffee to Riley for a day and you give $5 to a deserving family and get five entries to win some cool stuff!
At the time I'm writing this the donations we have to auction off right now are:
$10 Gift Card to Bath & Body Works
$25 Gift Code to Steph’s Rockin Bakery

$50 Gift Code to PinkCherry.com
and Jules Out Loud is donating a crocheted teddy bear
Project Mommyhood is donating a lovey from Noahs Baby Boutique
A Dust Bunny in the Wind is donating a $15 Gift Code to her store Nitebyrd’s Nest (she must have known what I liked)
Eden Fantasys is donating $100 Gift Code thanks to Jenn (blogger relations guru)
Jaded Vixen has offered two of her racy e books (you know us ladies love racy) on her blog under either pen name.
If you can't donate then help by SPREADING THE WORD! Post the banner below on your blogs or websites to help.

Thank you!

Giveaway

2010-11-19T14:15:00.002-05:00

I'm co-sponsoring a giveaway on Getting Naughty Between the Stacks and I was overly generous when I decided to do so. You can get a copy of my new book Out with the Undead, both of my Mistress of Tiethla books and Teacher's Pet by Wynter O'Reilly.

Wonder Anthology

2010-10-02T06:26:00.006-04:00

So just in time for Halloween the Wonder anthology from eXessica has come out. I have an awesome shifter short in there along with many other great authors. Like Selena Kitt, D.B. Story, Sommer Marsden, J.M. Snyder, Dakota Trace, Piers Anthony, Roxanne Rhoads, Elise Hepner, Darcy Sweet, Christabel Rouseau and Erin O’Riordan.

Now I'm going to go all fan girl for a minute as one of the authors is Piers Anthony a writer who inspired me a teenage to well... write. One of my dreams was to be in the same publishing house as him go ahead snicker... laugh, but it was a dream I never believed would come true. Now I'm in a freaking anthology with the man. Holy crap!

Ok enough of that on to the book.

Blurb: Whether it’s werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, angels, ghosts or aliens—these are stories with all of those strange and wonderfully sexy creatures that fascinate the human psyche! Come on a spicy, paranormal journey that ventures into titillating realms bound only the imaginations of your favorite eXcessica authors! A dozen stories included in this volume by Wynter O’Reilly, Selena Kitt, D.B. Story, Sommer Marsden, J.M. Snyder, Dakota Trace, Piers Anthony, Roxanne Rhoads, Elise Hepner, Darcy Sweet, Christabel Rouseau and Erin O’Riordan.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, some anal and m/m sex play, sex with vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, aliens, angels and other supernatural creatures.

Word Count: 80,100

Excerpt from Sweet Revenge my contribution to the anthology

“Don’t make a sound, back up slowly, and keep you hands where we can see them.” Jamie swallowed as the guys got closer. They all wore black clothing. The one holding her at gunpoint wore a Red Sox baseball hat over his dirty blond hair. He also wore large black plastic sunglasses so she couldn’t see his eyes.

Raising her hands, Jamie did as she was told.

“Good girl.” Two other men followed them into the house.

The guy holding the gun half turned and spoke to the two behind him. Jamie took this opportunity to warn her sister. The twins were psychic and had always had a special connection. It had gotten them out of a lot of scrapes. Jamie hoped it would get them out of this one as well.

“Where are the kids?” He grinned. “We’re going to have a little pow-wow.”

She hesitated and he grabbed her arm, pulling her closer and pressing the barrel of the gun against her cheek. Jamie fought to keep herself calm. She wouldn’t be any good to the kids if she changed. It’d just make things worse, especially if these guys went dirty hairy and there were silver bullets in those guns.

“Aimee’s in her room upstairs and Ranger’s in the livingroom asleep on the couch.”

The man with the gun gestured to his accomplices. “Okay, go get the kid and check for anyone else.” The two goons headed for the stairs. As they did, the one holding her dragged her into the livingroom.

“Don’t worry. The cops are on their way.” Baylee’s voice whispered through her head.

The man holding her drew Jamie’s attention. “You know, if it wasn‘t against the rules, I‘d waste a little time with you. What’s your name?”

“Jamie,” she whispered, hoping they wouldn’t wake Ranger. “What do you want?”

You can purchase a copy of the Wonder Anthology on the eXcessica website soon to be also released in print.

Out with the Undead Released

2010-09-07T05:21:00.001-04:00

My new Novel Out With the Undead Released today... I think it was supposed to have released yesterday but it was Labor Day here in the states so we we're being lazy. Or at least I was. Any way here's the low down on Out with the Undead.

Out With the Undead

$5.50
Genre: Romance
Digital ISBN: 978-1-61650-188-4
Length: Novel
Digital Publication Date: September 6, 2010
Cover art by Valerie Tibbs
Formats: .epub, .lit, .pdf, .prc (Kindle and Mobi) and pc and raw .html

This is what happens when three women's lives become hopelessly entangled.

Brigit has dealt with being one of the few female Guardians all her life. Now she's asked to help train another woman while dealing with her Charge, Liam, and the changes he's going through. To add to her workload, she needs to help Hunter, a female in her employment. Brigit pushes her own needs and wants to the back burner until they are almost boiling over. Liam wants her, but it's against the rules. Edward can give her the normal life she wants, but is he all he's cracked up to be?

To call Hunter's home life crappy is an understatement. Only after discovering everything she believed about herself is a lie do two men turn her world upside down. Driven to the brink of sanity, she needs to learn who she really is.

Regan's service worker job never prepared her for her duties with the pack.. Traumatized vampyre victims, creatures who become children when hit by sunlight, and werewolves are just a few things she must learn to deal with. But she's not sure what to do when a vampyre wants to make her his mate, and she falls for her lycanthropic boss.

Content warning, vampyre ménage a trois, explicit sex, harsh language, violence

Excerpt

Mac and Sean kicked in the door to the old rundown mansion. In the dim light a dog stood
growling, hackles raised, teeth bared. A shot rang out. The creature fell with a whimper and
resounding thud. The Pack filed cautiously into the entrance hall, flashlights flicking quickly from
one dark corner to another.
The dog unexpectedly leapt for the nearest man’s throat. He held the dog at bay with his gun
as it clamped down on to the barrel with its teeth.
“Get those lights in here!” someone shouted as the double doors at the end of the hall burst
open. A small group of about ten zombies shuffled toward them.
Bright halogen lights flooded the room. The dog crumpled to the floor, turning to dust. The
zombies shrank back as a few of the front members crumbled into a fine powder. The Pack opened
fire on the milling crowd. When the sound of the gun fire finally died away, the only thing left was
ashes. Piles littered the floor, small particles filtered through the air.
As it settled enough to see, the front four members of The Pack started forward again toward
the double doors with the lights close behind. Inside the room stood a young looking woman and
man. As the lights filled the room, the woman began to scream and smoke, as if on fire, then fell
to the floor writhing in pain. Several shots rang out, hitting the man standing beside her. He gave
them a loathsome look, then disappeared in a mist.
“Magee,” Mac called, pulling off his mask as the cleanup crew took over the scene.
“Yeah, Boss,” came a muffled woman’s voice from the back, by the front door.
“Get up here.”
Magee pushed through the cleanup crew to where Mac stood. The dust and smoke cleared.
A girl lay where the woman had been.
“So she was an old one.” Magee took off her mask and ran a gloved hand through her short,
spiky, copper-colored hair before pulling a hat over it.
“Yeah, so was the other one.” It always made Mac wonder why such a pretty little thing
would want to work for the council. Her classic Irish features, paired with her tall slender stature
made her more suited to modeling than chasing down renegade vamps, or in this case, Day Walkers.
Which could be worse: they were the older vampyres. The males were harder than hell to kill, and
the females turned into children when hit with halogen light or real sunlight.
The halogen lights, when using just a quartz bulb instead of a normal one, had the same
amount of ultraviolet light as sunlight. It was what actually killed the vampyres. Day Walkers,
however, had a bad habit of draining their victims, turning them into zombies. Thank God there
were only a few of them and they stayed underground, until lately.
* * * *
Magee hefted her duffle bag and walked into the room. Slowly, she approached the little girl
curled up under the woman’s clothes.
“Sweetheart,” Magee said softly. The girl looked up at her. “Are you all right?”
“I want my mommy.” Tears streamed down the child’s cherubic face.
Magee knelt down, her knee settling on something small and hard. She raised her knee
slightly, picking up a small silver cross with a long silver chain. The girl began to cry harder. Magee
slipped the necklace into her bag and pulled out a blanket. She wrapped it around the girl, picking
her up, and then scooped up her bag.
“Hey, Mac, the van here yet?” she called, carrying the girl outside.
“Where’s my mommy?” The girl pulled her head away from Magee’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll see her soon, okay?” Magee soothed, looking around for
Mac. She found him on the porch, smoking a cigarette. “Is the van here yet?”
“Yeah, just pulled in.” Mac pointed at a nondescript black van and walked toward it with
her. “Did you see that hell beast?” Mac glanced at Magee, and then looked at the girl. “I still think
it’s the strangest thing that they revert to human children when the lights hit them.”
Magee sat the girl down in the back of the van. “Yeah,” she replied to both his question and
statement, before turning her attention to the girl. “Okay, hon, what’s your name?” Magee asked,
checking the girl’s vitals.
“Cara.”

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The Teneo Uno

2010-08-25T06:56:00.003-04:00

I'm trying out something and we'll see how it works. I received a Teneo Uno from EdenFantasys, via their ambassador program. If your interested in sex toys and would like a chance to get some free I highly suggest you swing by EdenFantasys and check out their programs. They're pretty cool. The store has a wide selection of products to choose from and a great community to answer any questions that might arise.
The Teneo Uno is a vaginal exerciser. It's a ball, about the size of a large bouncy ball, with a tail, these are made from silicone. Which is one of the safest materials to use. Since its non-porous, phthalates free, hypo-allergenic and latex free. You can clean it easily by boiling, using alcohol or a toy cleaner.
I got the Teneo Uno because well let's face it after popping out two kids, I'm not all that tight and I can't remember my name half the time let alone to do kegels. So I put the Teneo Uno in and it reminds me to do them. The ball is small enough to wear all day, with no problem, yet big enough to not fall out unexpectedly. So far it seems to be working pretty well, maybe I'll move up to the Teneo Duo next. But EdenFantasys also has many other vaginal exercisers for you to choose from, so maybe I'll just start a collection.

I was given a Teneo Uno in return for this testimonial, no monetary exchange was made.

Featured on EdenCafe

2010-08-12T06:40:00.000-04:00

Stop by EdenCafe and read my article on G-Spot Wowzers.

Eden Cafe is the blog for EdenFantasys, one of the shops I hope to be reviewing for in the near future. They take articles as well so I thought I'd try my hand, since I hang out around there quite a bit. They have awesome information (I do research for my books on the site a lot) and you should check them out.

Going to try something

2010-08-02T08:12:00.002-04:00

I don't know how many of you remember but back when I started this blog I wanted to post sex toy reviews along with of so much other stuff and then it got swallowed by my writing, promoting etc. Now in an effort to have something to post about, and not just my monster children or whatever, I'm going to try again. I've picked two sites to work with there down toward the bottom in the sidebar and hopefully this will turn out better than it did before. I actually took down my old reviews so don't bother looking for them. Anyway let see what happens... ok? Who knows this might be fun.

Live Chat Tonight!!!

2010-07-29T13:49:00.001-04:00

Midnight Seductions Authors

Jade Twilight

Beth Wylde

Adrianne Brennan

AJ Llewellyn

Chatting live at 8pm EDT (5pm PDT)

in the Night Owl Reviews Chat Room

http://nightowlreviews.com/nor/Pages/Chat.aspx

with giveaways!

Win a copy of Scarlet Angel!!

Merging Wynter and this Blog

2010-07-23T13:45:00.003-04:00

I'm merging my two blogs so I don't have to worry about where to post this or that. Also I'll be taking down my website and just using the blog thanks to Bloggers new page thingys. Just so you all know. Now every things all in one place. Much easier on me and you. I'll be posting more on "How Out with the Undead came to be" as soon as I have more time. Oh one more update, I've rejoined Midnight Seductions Authors so look for me on their blog and yahoo group.

Two books up for grabs

2010-07-11T06:57:00.001-04:00

I'm offering up two of my books for a giveaway on Naughty Mommy Reviews and Junk
Nanny is a stay at home mom who reads erotica, writes erotica and likes to talk about sex/sex toys on her blog. She's taken Mommy Blogging to a whole new level. Stop by and see what she's got cooking.

Little Help!

2010-06-30T15:40:00.001-04:00

My Mistress of Tiethla Cover is up for Cover of the Month on Happily Ever After Reviews I'd love if you'd vote for me.
The poll ends, July 8th. http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/p/best-book-contest.html

Thank you!

Behind the Scenes- Out with The Undead Part 1

2010-06-28T10:08:00.002-04:00

Ok so I've never done this with any of my other books, but I'm going to talk about how Out with the Undead came to be. Why am I doing this with this book when I haven't any others? Well because this book is my baby. I've never really thought that way about any other books. While all my books have had a little of me in them this possibly has the most.
I started this book shortly after my daughter was born, she's 6 now. At the time I was dealing with horrible postpartum depression although I didn't realize it. But writing seemed to make everything better. I started two short stories, one was the story of Brigit and Liam. The other Regan- although I wasn't sure where it was going at the time. Most the time I just wrote letting the words flow I had no idea that these two shorts would combine or that there would be a third story. Later I got the idea to purge myself leading the the third story of Hunter.
Originally these had strange origins. Brigit came out as my mothering side, willing to put her life on hold for those she cared about. While Regan was my fun loving side, the side that had become buried while dealing family issues at the time. And finally Hunter was my past.

Hunter started out as a YA, this was way before the Twilight hype. She was seventeen in the first draft and the only love interest was Blayze. Yet he wasn't truly a love interest more of a friend. In that version things were much different and much much much tamer. When I decided to include it in Out with the Undead I upped her age and brought in both guys as love interests. Mostly because I'd grown fond of Julian as his character grew and took on a personality I hadn't expected. Now I should also point out I only wrote about a quarter of their story before adding it to the other two and I didn't consider add Julian as a love interest until the third draft. Yeah this had a lot of drafts.

That's all I have time to write today. I'll write more at a later date.

Freebie

2010-06-22T18:16:00.000-04:00

Originally posted in sections on eXcessica.com blog

Will Selena give in to Pan's Saytr Seduction?

I'm not Dead, yet.

2010-06-22T13:59:00.003-04:00

Despite the vicious rumors and the guy with the cart I'm not dead, yet. I haven't been able to post or do very much lately (read as the last couple months) due to family issues and working on my own personal pet projects. But I'm Back and going to try to put my best foot forward. I have a new book coming out around Sept. Here's the cover art...

It's a paranormal romance. Sorry no demons, but there's vampyres and werewolves galore. No I did not misspell vampire either, there is a method to my madness. Or at least that's what I had to keep telling my publisher. Anyway I'll have more on the book as the release date draws closer. I'm hoping to start posting excerpts and things more as well as maybe a contest or two. Who knows with me.
Oh and if you want to know a little more about Out With the Undead now, swing by Domestically Challenged Momma. I let her feature the cover on her Cover Fridays.

New Review for Mistress of Tiethla

2010-06-21T11:12:00.003-04:00

Happily Ever After Reviews:
"...If you like fantasy and paranormal elements mixed in with your erotica, then Mistress of Tiethla may be just what you’ve been looking for. This is the first novella in Tiethla series and I’m interested to see where Jade Twilight will take Alex’s adventure next."

3 Tea Cups!

View the entire review.

New Review for Scarlet Myst

2010-02-22T12:37:00.004-05:00

"Pure erotica with a whole mix of mob ties, power plays and family scandal… Scarlet Myst is suspense and sex in a tense short assignment, a comparison this read rightly deserves."

Read the full review at Authors by Authors

New Release

2010-02-11T08:49:00.003-05:00

Scarlet Angel Release Sunday- Yup Valentines Day.

Beautiful and Deadly…
Seraphim, aka Angel, has known Detective Noah Kamrynn ever since he first picked her up on a charge of solicitation. She was surprised when he used his pull to get her off with only a warning. In the coming years she was found by Malachi, president of the Scarlet Arms. After joining the Arms she was trained in the art of being an assassin. Now her savior from years before needs her help getting revenge against his sister’s murderer. But will their feelings for one another interfere with their jobs? Will Noah have to choose between love and revenge?

Excerpt-
"I'm surprised you came."
Seraphim looked around the vacant cemetery where he'd asked her to meet him. A drizzle had started, adding to the already dreary day. She pulled her long faux-fur-lined coat closer. For all intents and purposes they were a couple consoling one another. She slipped her arm through his. "Well, Detective, your message left me curious."
He'd called earlier asking her to meet him. He needed a favor. Detective Noah Kamrynn had been her guardian angel, of sorts. He'd bailed her out of several scrapes and kept her out of jail a couple times. Seraphim owed him, even if she wasn't on the streets anymore.
Two years ago she'd been recruited to work for the Scarlet Arms. They were a group of female assassins posing as high-class hookers. Most had been street-walkers at some point in lives.
"Like I said, I need a favor," Noah said, not looking down at her. His voice was harsh and guttural, like his throat was closing.
She looked up at him. Dark circles surrounded his bloodshot emerald eyes. A week or so's growth of whiskers covered his usually clean shaven face. His reddish brown hair was in need of a cut and stood up at odd angles. Normally neat in his appearance, he looked as if he'd slept in his clothes and didn't sleep long even then, and he smelled to high heaven of booze. "You look like hell. What sort of favor?"
He let out a humorless laugh. "Thanks, Ang."
Even though he knew her real name he always called her by her street handle Angel, just like she always called him Detective.
"I need you to kill somebody."
She gave him a shocked look. "I can't help you, Detective." She started to slip her arm away from his.
He grabbed her hand. “I know about the Arms. Angel, I know what you do."
"And?" she prompted.
"And you do this for me. I'll do what I do best, look the other way." He glanced down at her now, a fevered glint in his eyes.
"I never pegged you for a crooked cop. Maybe a little bent, but never crooked.” He didn’t say anything, just rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “Who do you need taken care of?"
Noah turned back to the grave at their feet. "Her killer."
Seraphim looked down at the headstone. It read, “Alexandria Sylva Kamrynn, October 29, 1980- November 6, 2008.”
"He got off on a technicality, but he did it. Alex was my little sister." His voice softened. “She’d gone back to college, was a little wild but..." He shrugged.
Seraphim squeezed his hand and sighed. Malachi was gonna have her head for this, but she owed it to Noah. "Do you have all the info on the case?"
"I've got everything you need to know." He reached into his leather bomber jacket and pulled out a manila envelope. As she took it he said, "I appreciate you taking care of this."
"Yeah, well, just remember, revenge isn‘t for the faint of heart."
He glanced down at her. “He needs to be stopped. He's a sicko, Angel, so watch it."
A wry smile touched her lips as she turned to walk away. "Sickos never scare me. It‘s the normal guys you gotta watch out for."

Chat @ Beth Wyldes group

2010-01-27T14:52:00.002-05:00

I almost forgot Jaime Samms and myself will be at Beth Wylde's yahoo group this Friday Jan 29th. Stop by and chat with us or we'll be talking to ourselves. I'll be pimping my new books as both Jade Twilight and Wynter O'Reilly.

Updated

2010-01-27T06:50:00.001-05:00

So I finally got around to changing the background. Whatcha think?

I'm an idiot and other stuff

2010-01-25T06:11:00.003-05:00

I know why people stopped coming to my blog, (I stopped posting) yeah there's that but it looks like a hospital. At first I liked the mild green, it was calming. Now I realize my blog looks like a room at a mental institution, jeez Jade, no wonder no one stops by. Ok so now you know why I'm an idiot...
On to the other stuff. I've been slammed with edits on both my new stories. Ok not so much slammed, but I have to do pre-edits on Out with the Undead (not a huge deal since I tried to do this before submitting, although I'm finding things that slipped by 0_0) and edits on Scarlet Angel. I have to do cover art for Scarlet Angel... that's not going well. I've got this idea of what I want yet just can't make it happen. Ya know, it's frustrating. Oh I'm an actual cover artist now for eXcessica, pretty cool. I was just doing it, now I've got the title Cover Artist.
Ok so it's not a big deal. Just something I can add to my list Jade Twilight: writer and cover artist. Wonder how that'd look on a resume...
So what else.... Yes if you're wondering I'm procrastinating. Once I'm done here I have to work on edit, wake the kids, get the oldest ready for school take her to the bus stop come back, and work on edits some more. I don't wanna do it. Over the weekend I spent an hour looking for the word That in my MS and changing or deleting it. I've still got like eight words to go, I'm dreading- but, and, his, her, & they.
Sigh well I guess it's time to go no rest for the wicked and yada yada.

I'm in the spotlight...

2010-01-13T08:47:00.000-05:00

My two newest books, Scarlet Myst and Sisters In Arms, have been spotlighted and I was interviewed on Kiyara Benoiti's blog today. Check it out and let me know what you think.

Nominated on the Pre-Editors and Editors polls

2010-01-07T08:54:00.001-05:00

My book Scarlet Myst has been nominated on P&E under thriller novels. I would really appreciate your votes.
http://www.critters.org/predpoll/novelthrill.shtml

Read a review for this book...
http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/2009/12/scarlet-myst-by-jade-twilight.html

Read an Excerpt-
Mysti knocked on the hard oak door leading to Malachi’s office. She always hated coming up here; it reminded her of her father’s office. He wouldn’t accept the fact his daughter preferred to strip rather than take his dirty money. Mysti, also known as Erin Caelan, was the illegitimate daughter of Robert Caelan and a prostitute named Lola. Robert was for all intents and purposes a business man, of sorts. The kind of business where you piss him off, you end up wearing cement shoes in the Tirade River. So it was only natural that Mysti would end up with the Scarlet Arms. As Malachi, the head of the Arms, had once noted, killing was in her blood as much as fucking was.
The Scarlet Arms was a brothel for the rich and wanna be rich of the city. Underneath that front was a hidden organization of assassins. The girls would kill their own grandmothers for enough money. Erin was pretty sure if her father knew that, then he’d feel different about her chosen profession. As far as her family and friends knew she worked for the Scarlet Kitty, a strip joint, which was also owned by the Arms.
From behind the door came a muffled greeting-- “Come in.”
Erin entered the office; it was one of the larger ones with a nice view of the river. Not that Erin wanted to see the city’s dumping pot on a daily basis, but it could be pretty at times. Almost everything in the office was wood. Bookcases lined the walls, filled with some of the rarest and most exotic books in the city. Malachi’s vice was books; he collected almost everything he could get his hands on, the older and mustier the better. Few of the girls knew that, or cared, as long as they got their check every week. Erin, on the other hand, made it a point to learn everything about the man she worked for. Call it being careful. Call it being paranoid. Call it being the daughter of a mobster. Call it whatever the hell you wanted, but she wasn’t going to end up at the bottom of the previously mentioned river because she chose the wrong Joe Shmoe to work for.
The chair in front of Malachi’s desk was a black leather number, and worn smooth from years of use. The person sitting in that chair caused Erin to stop dead in her tracks. Well she’d be damned. Bobby ‘the Pit Bull’ Caelan, her own darling daddy, smiled at her as she stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment. Since when did the Arms do business with the mob?
Finding her voice, she muttered, “So you’re just letting any one into the Arms now huh, Mal?”
Bobby looked at Malachi. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

Buy Link- http://www.darkroastpress.com/scarlet.php

Thank you!

--
Jade Twilight
Come fondle my pages!
http://jadetwilight.webs.com

New Review

2010-01-07T08:50:00.000-05:00

Romance Junkies gave Teacher's Pet a great new review check it out! New Review!

Featured and Reviewed

2010-01-01T13:53:00.001-05:00

Scarlet Myst has been reviewed and featured on Dark Diva Reviews.
You can find Deb's review here:

http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/2009/12/scarlet-myst-by-jade-twilight.html

And the Feature Friday here:

http://ddrreviews.blogspot.com/2010/01/feature-friday-jade-twilight.html
Comment and possibly win a copy.

Vote For Me Please!!

2010-01-01T07:10:00.000-05:00

My book Peppermint Kisses is up for book of the month on Dark Diva Reviews

http://darkdivasreviews.webs.com/bookofthemonthpoll.htm

Please give me your votes.

Accepted!!!

2009-12-22T08:49:00.002-05:00

Yay! My full length paranormal romance, Out with the Undead, was accepted by Lyrical Press, Inc. So as soon as I get my $%^# printer fixed I'll have a contract and hopefully that'll be out next year.

Spamming

2009-12-22T08:47:00.001-05:00

Due to the vast amounts of spam comments I've had to deal with, I've been forced to moderate my comments. Sorry folks.

Peppermint Kisses Reviews

2009-12-18T07:11:00.000-05:00

4 Hearts from Jasmine Black at Heart Reviews-
"Hot and upbeat. This fun little holiday story could warm the coldest night."
Click here to read the whole review.

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. "
Click here to read the whole review.

Totally nervous

2009-12-03T09:33:00.002-05:00

After countless rewrites I'm happy to announce that I've finally after 5 years finished my first full length, Out with the Undead. And submitted it. I honestly don't think I've been this nervous since I sent out my first submission many years ago. Even though I submitted it to a pub I'm established with, I'm seriously expecting a rejection letter. Why, well truth be told I always expect rejection makes the acceptance that much better and if it is rejected I'm not totally crushed.

Happy Turkey Day!

2009-11-26T07:37:00.000-05:00

Sexy Comments & Profile Graphics

Update

2009-11-25T06:59:00.002-05:00

So lately you've probably missed my usual writing updates. Yeah right those things were booorrrinng. But I have been working mostly under my other name Wynter O'Reilly. I've managed to get a blog up under her name and also got two contracts. One new book out and another coming in 2011. Yeah I know that's a long way off.
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!

Peppermint Kisses

2009-11-18T05:57:00.000-05:00

Peppermint Kisses

Publication Date: 20 November 2009

ISBN: 978-1-934446-74-4

Format: E-Book

Length: 4,149 words

Genre: Romance

Category: Holiday, Erotic, Multiple Partner

Blurb:

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.

Excerpt 1:

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

Wynter O'Reilly
~Stories that'll make you melt!~

I'm so excited!

2009-11-18T05:51:00.000-05:00

Recently I sent a manuscript to Romance Divine. I mean like last week. It will be released this weekend. (Doing the Snoopy dance!) I've never had a book published this fast. It's awesome!
I'll be posting the info about the book in my next post in like two minutes. Stay tuned... :)

To all the Comment Spammers

2009-11-16T07:29:00.002-05:00

Don't leave crap on my blog!

I don't need Viagra or any thing else. I don't want to see "live naked pics". All comments that have nothing to do with the blog post will be deleted. Got it!

Help Support LGBT Youth in 2009!

2009-11-15T08:15:00.000-05:00

How can erotica support LGBT youth?

With your help, of course!

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.

Bright Blessings,
Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
www.freewebs.com/gisellerenarde/

Teacher's Pet Reviews

2009-11-03T10:32:00.000-05:00

Romance Junkie's
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 Taylor’s reluctance to pick back up with Ian when she isn’t sure why their relationship ended in the first place."

Read the full review.

From Night Owl Romance
3.5 Hearts
"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."

Read the entire review.

Ecataromance
3.5 Stars
"Refreshing story about a second chance at love written beautifully by Wynter O’Reilly."

Read the entire review.

I'll be at Savannah Chase's Halloween Party

2009-10-29T16:37:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow afternoon I'll be a Savannah Chase's Halloween party.

Review for The Wingless Fairy

2009-10-29T16:32:00.000-04:00

From Love Romance & More
3.5 Hearts
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."

Click here to read full review

Teacher's Pet

2009-10-29T16:27:00.000-04:00

Teacher's Pet by Wynter O'Reilly
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.

Will that old flame be rekindled or will the sparks fly?

EXCERPT:

She didn’t want to disappoint the little guy, but the thought of facing Ian again left her stomach in knots. Especially after the last time they’d seen each other, unbidden her mind flicked back to that day.

****

On a blanket in the back of Ian’s truck, Taylor and Ian lay locked in an embrace. He sucked gently on her tongue, toying with it, as his hands roamed over her chest. Taylor ran her hands down his back to cup the taunt butt, she loved, through his jeans. A warm breeze blew over her naked chest, as he pulled back looking down at her. There was a lusty, yet loving look in his dark eyes. She smiled seductively, as her hands slipped around to undo the fly of his jeans. His erection sprang out and a groan slipped from his lips as she ran her hand over his silky shaft.

Reluctantly he sat up on his knees, fishing a condom out of his pocket. Taylor took the opportunity to pull her jeans down, laying back as Ian put the condom on. Positioning himself over her, he entered her with a satisfied groan. Gasping as he filled her, Taylor wiggled under him so his thrusts hit just the right spot. Wrapping her arms around him, she held on tight matching his cadence. Ian’s lips covered hers, muffling her impassioned moans.

Their pace reached a fevered pitch, setting the old truck to rocking.

Buy link: http://excessica.com/index.php/books/teachers-pet-by-wynter-oreilly/

Wynter O'Reilly
~Stories that'll make you melt!~

The Wingless Fairy

2009-10-29T16:15:00.000-04:00

The Wingless Fairy by Wynter O'Reilly
Length: Short
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, menage, spanking and light bondage.
EXCERPT:
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?”
“The Darigan…”
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.
Buy Link- http://excessica.com/index.php/books/the-wingless-fairy-by-wynter-oreilly/
--
Wynter O'Reilly
~Stories that'll make you melt!~

Intro- About Me

2009-10-29T10:45:00.000-04:00

Hi. I'm a multi-published writer you can find my works under Wynter O'Reilly and Jade Twilight. I live in upstate New York, about 10 or so miles from the US/Canadian border. Yes, New York continues above Albany. I'm married with two rugrats and to my delight I get to stay home taking care of my youngest. I know, feel free to tell me how boring I am. lol. Stay tuned for more boring posts from me or stalk me on twitter to find out how boring I really am. I can't contain my excitement.

Wynter O'Reilly
~Stories that'll make you melt!~

I'll be at Savannah Chase's Halloween Party

2009-10-29T08:48:00.000-04:00

Contest & I'm Guest Blogging

2009-09-22T14:14:00.000-04:00

I've donated my Mistress Of Tiethla series to Hey! Lady Jane! blog for her b-day/ my guest blog contest. Stop by and see what you have to do to enter!
I'll be her very first guest blogger on 10/02/09, which is also when the contest ends so get crackin'.
http://heyladyjane.blogspot.com

A Twitter decision...

2009-09-20T08:19:00.002-04:00

Due to an increase in direct messages from Twilight Fans, the books/ movie, I've decided to delete my Twitter account. Given what I write and the age of most Twilight Fans, I feel it's better this way. Just letting everyone know, in case you think I'm snubbing on Twitter. That's not the case I'm just not there anymore.

What I got done...

2009-09-08T12:52:00.002-04:00

Well I managed to finish my Christmas short over the weekend. Now I need to edit it. I started working on my Paranormal Novel again. It needs an ending, just like The Border. For me the ending is the hardest part.
I'll keep you all posted.

It's here! It's finally here!!!

2009-09-07T08:27:00.002-04:00

Sisters In Arms by Jade Twilight

Genre: Erotica/Fantasy

Length: Short Novel

Price: $2.50

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.

Buy now or Read an excerpt

Over the long weekend

2009-09-05T09:09:00.002-04:00

I thought I'd let you know my goals over this long Labor day weekend. I have two and if I get one done I'll be happy. They are...

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.

Join Me! Please!

2009-08-27T07:34:00.001-04:00

Today from 1-3pm EST I'll be at Infinite Possibilities yahoo group - Link- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Infinite_Possibilities/ or
Subscribe- Infinite_Possibilities-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
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.

Guest Blogging Today!

2009-08-26T09:21:00.001-04:00

Today I'm guest blogging about writer's block on Fang-Tastic Books and you can read my author profile on the Lyrical Press Blog.

It's Out!!!! Get Scarlet Myst Now!

2009-08-25T15:22:00.002-04:00

Erin Calean, Aka Myst, works for the Scarlet Arm. A brothel for the wealthy and those pretending to be wealthy. But things aren't always what they seem, the girls at the Scarlet Arms are trained killers. Beautiful and deadly.

Buy Now!

Weekly Word Total

2009-08-22T11:25:00.002-04:00

Yes I was bad this week not posting to Twitter like I promised, but I have a good reason. It's been so freaking hot this week that I was shutting down early so my laptop didn't over heat. I've had this happen with another laptop and didn't need a real explosion on my hands. Any way the weekly run down.

Saturday- 87
Sunday- 382
Mon-28
Tuesday- 411
Weds-417
Thurs- 0
Friday- 411

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.

I've been Featured

2009-08-21T17:55:00.004-04:00

I was featured on Authors Offering today. Stop by and let me know what you think.
Link

Valuable Cargo by Paige Tyler

2009-08-21T07:11:00.001-04:00

Available at Liquid Silver Books!

They Don't Make Guys Like Him Anymore!

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!

Guest Blogger Lorhainne Eckhart

2009-08-17T04:00:00.002-04:00

The Captain's Lady - A Passionate Tale of Love during the Iraqi War
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.

Blurb: The Captain’s Lady

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.”

Weekly Word Total

2009-08-15T10:09:00.003-04:00

The weekly word total...

Sunday-552
Mon- 334
Tues- 494
Weds- 845
Thurs- 0
Friday- 428

Total-2658

Weekly Total Word Count

2009-08-08T08:45:00.002-04:00

So here's what I did this week for those not following on Twitter.

Sunday - 297
Monday- 577
Tuesday- 156
Weds- 201
Thurs- 321
Friday-77

Total= 1428
Yup, not even close. Don't know why I torture myself but I'm gonna keep trying. Some day I'll get it.

On Facebook

2009-08-07T09:07:00.002-04:00

So I have a Facebook page. I didn't actually make it, since Facebook won't let me since they don't think I'm a person. A friend set it up for me and is going to keep it updated, so forgive her if it's not completely up to date.
Here's the link->Click Here!
Hopefully it works.

New Challenge

2009-08-02T09:42:00.002-04:00

I've decided to try something new with my writing. Since the challenge I did a month or so ago actually helped get my butt in gear and write. I guess it was having to come on here and post weather or not I wrote or didn't. So I stumbled over a 500 word a day challenge on InkyGirl.com, she also has a 1000 word a day one but I know I can't do that, and I figured I'd give it a try. The challenge is 500 words a day 6 days out of the week.
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.
My goals-
Daily- 500 words
Weekly- 3000 words

Wish me luck.

Christmas in July!

2009-07-25T12:03:00.002-04:00

I'm giving away a short story on my website. Stop by and get your copy!

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

Shifting Tides: Soul of the Sea Release Party

2009-07-19T07:35:00.001-04:00

An interview with author Patrick Dilloway

2009-07-10T03:30:00.002-04:00

Hi Patrick and thanks for stopping by my blog. Lets get right to it, shall we?
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

Challenge Final Tally

2009-07-01T07:28:00.002-04:00

Well like usual I'm a day late and a dollar short. Total for the month 1882 yup that's it. I finished the re-writes to a short, completed another short story, and started a new project. So if I look on the bright side I at least got some things done.

Writing Challenge Update #4

2009-06-25T06:57:00.002-04:00

I know this is once again late. I forgot I'm sorry. My latest tally typed words a big fat 0. Why did I say typed? Because I've written everything out long hand in a notebook so truth is I have no idea how many words I've written. Since it's supposed to rain/ thunderstorm today I'm hoping to get some of it typed. No promises though.

Writing Challenge update #3

2009-06-18T05:42:00.002-04:00

Ok I forgot to post yesterday. Ya'll can spank me later.
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

Writing Challenge Update # 2

2009-06-10T12:05:00.002-04:00

No I didn't forget I've just been very overwhelmed today. My daughter had her front four teeth removed yesterday and is still not feeling quiet herself and my son is very cranky. So this will be quick. I've wrote 690 since the last check in so that means total I'm at a whopping 1165 so far. Yeah I suck, but in my defense I didn't get any writing done at all Sat because we renovated the bathroom and of course nothing yesterday because we were at the dentist.

Writing Challenge Update 1

2009-06-03T11:36:00.003-04:00

So it's Wednesday and as promised my first update on the writing challenge 475 words. Talk about a slow start I had dreams of being at at least 2k today. On the plus side at least I am writting again. Guess I need to be realistic with two kids, house work, and every thing else I have going on it's amazing I got that much written.

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

Writing Challenge

2009-06-01T07:11:00.003-04:00

I signed up to do a writing challenge with a few of my fellow Midnight Seduction Authors, 25k in 30 days. Why? Well... (she replies looking down at her feet and kicking at a loose pebble) because I need a kick in the pants when it comes to my writing lately and I'm hoping this will do it. The challenge starts today and I'll be checking in here with my stats every Wednesday and then on the 30th to let you know if I did it or not. Here's the low down of what I hope to get done this month.

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.

Help! My muse has stage fright!

2009-05-19T09:06:00.003-04:00

Ok I really need to know if I'm the only one this happens to? I know what needs to happen in a story and I know what I want to happen. Yet every time I sit down to write it I draw a blank. That little black blinking cursor sits mocking me. It taunts me to type. But it's like my muse has stage fright, we're find during brainstorming, but when the time comes to put it to paper/ computer screen, she freezes. I have three works in progress and one rewrite, all I really want to finish yet can't because my brain just seizes up when I try. Can anyone offer up some advice as to how to get over this? I've tried all my usually tricks and nothing helps.

Dream Cheating

2009-05-11T07:11:00.003-04:00

Ever have a sex dream, I’m pretty sure almost every one has. You know it's you, Johnnie Depp and a bowl of strawberries. Well what if that dream was with someone other than your sweetie. (Ahem...Above reference.) Does it count as cheating?
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-
Sex-
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.

Shopping Hell!

2009-05-08T07:36:00.005-04:00

I just had to post about my shopping experience yesterday. First I need to point out that I dislike shopping, period. So when my mother-in-law started saying I needed a new dress for a wedding in August well I figured I could put it off for a bit. Nope. With a 5 year old and 3 month old in tow we went dress shopping. And I couldn't spend over $60.
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.

Free Short Story

2009-05-04T08:24:00.001-04:00

Get a free short story when you join my yahoo group!

When you join Jade's Twilight Retreat you get your very own free copy of My New Neighbor.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jades_Twilight_Retreat/

Reader Review on The Wingless Fairy

2009-05-03T06:10:00.002-04:00

This is what one reader had to say about The Wingless Fairy.

"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.

Another book accepted!

2009-05-01T13:19:00.004-04:00

Teacher's Pet was accepted by eXcessica.com.
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.

Amazon Debacle

2009-04-13T16:23:00.000-04:00

Over the weekend there was an explosion of sorts those who have been following the groups, blogs, and especially Twitter know what I'm talking about. The Amazon Fail, #amazonfail on Twitter, or Amazon Rank, from Smart Bitches Trashy Books. This entire thing apparently started with a post on Twitter and spiraled into what can be only described as viral campaign on the internet. Mark Probst posted on his blog Sunday morning that two high profile m/m romance books had been stripped of their sales ranking, “Transgressions” by Erastes and “False Colors” by Alex Beecroft. When he inquired to Amazon about this he received this letter...

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.

Best regards,

Ashlyn D
Member Services
Amazon.com Advantage

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.
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/in-protest-at-amazons-new-adult-policy

New interview

2009-03-26T13:23:00.001-04:00

Hi all-
I was interviewed over on Dee Dawning's blog. Check it out...
Erotic Authors: What makes them Tick? Revisited #5

New review for Mistress of Tiethla

2009-03-25T10:33:00.004-04:00

I just got this review from Bitten By Books...

"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

I feel like the white rabbit...

2009-03-02T09:08:00.006-05:00

“I’m late! I’m late for a very important date.”
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.

Happy Valentine's Day

2009-02-14T08:57:00.001-05:00

Sexy Comments & Profile Graphics

Spotlight Jesse Fox

2009-02-08T09:05:00.000-05:00

Jesse Fox was born in a town with a population of 400 at the edge of the Ozark Mountains in Missouri, she grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Dreams of being a comic artist consumed her every thought from the time she was twelve until she graduated from high school. Unable to attend college for financial reasons she moved to St. Louis at eighteen where she’s held a number of jobs over the past 22 years including sales associate and design student at a floral studio, operations administrator of a ceramic tile company, and a number of positions in food service including baker, grill cook, and 2nd assistant cook. Presently she is managing rental property, honing her writing skills, and dreaming of a long-lived career as a writer.
Keep up with Jesse at her Live Journal, her Myspace or her website

Blurb-

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…

Excerpt-

“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?

Blurb-

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?

Excerpt-

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.”

Spotlight Christopher Newman

2009-02-01T09:00:00.000-05:00

Chris Newman lives in northeast Ohio with his soul-mate Diane, two sons (Anthony and Brendan), and has five grandchildren (Sebastian, Miguel, Duncan, Keegan, and Nathan). The residence is home to their pet cat Murphy (who is always under foot). Much to Murphy’s dismay Michaeledes the rat peers down from his cage (if only he had a ladder). Michaeledes teases him as Chris writes nearby. Chris is the published author of The Truth About Vampires, and its sequel Rites of the Vampire Cult, as well as “Ghost Lover & Other Erotic Fantasies” an anthology of erotic/horror.

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.

Blurb-

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?

Blurb-

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?

Blurb-

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?

New Pen Name & New Release

2009-01-31T18:51:00.004-05:00

Hi all you'll notice there are now two names I go by. Jade Twilight & Wynter O'Reilly. The reason is the money from the books done under Wynter will be donated to help my fellow authors. That's all I'm going to say.

My first book The Wingless Fairy done under this name is available from eXcessica.

The Wingless Fairy by Wynter O'Reilly
Length: Short
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $1.99

Blurb:
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

Spotlight Tyree Kimber

2009-01-25T09:00:00.000-05:00

Tyree Kimber was born in California, grew up in central Kansas, and currently live in Kansas City. Tyree has a Bachelor of Arts degree in Theater from Kansas State University.

"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."

You can find Tyree on Live Journal or Myspace.

Blurb

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.

Excerpt-

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.

Spotlight Savannah Chase

2009-01-20T09:00:00.000-05:00

One Touch, One Glance: A Sweet Romance Anthology

ISBN:978-1-935013-50-1
Available December 9, 2008
by Various
Genre: Anthology/Contemporary/Time Travel
Rating: Sweet
Book Length: Humongous Novel
Price: $6.49

Whatever happened to good, old-fashioned romance? Remember reading about a man’s clothed physique, or how a fellow admired a woman in a pretty red dress? How about stories where couples fall in love with just one glance or that first gentle touch? Then open this anthology and enjoy 18 beautiful stories of love lost, love found, intrigue, heartache healed, the miracles of life, passionate admissions, and tearjerkers that make one sigh with longing. From best friends who find romance to time travel to a bit of Christmas magic, step into the realm of hearts on fire and love everlasting.

Authors: Gwen Hayes, M.E. Ellis, Maryann Miller, Adelle Laudan, K. Starling, Trinity Blacio, Debbie Gould, Ava James, Faith Bicknell-Brown, Savannah Chase, Lisa Alexander Griffin, Kensana Darnell, Brieanna Robertson, Nicolette Zamora, Kathleen MacIver, Missy Lyons, and Jambrea Jo Jones

He’s On The Menu by Savannah Chase
One Touch One Glance A Sweet Romance Anthology

All Jessie wanted to do was get home safe and sound from a shift at the diner, not crash her car into a tour bus that belongs to a mega star. Ian’s traveled the world and met lots of women but non like the one who’s crashed into his life. She’s different and unforgettable and now he’s ready to show her he’s perfect for her and just the thing she needs on her menu.

Excerpt

A sudden stop and the sound of crunching metal startled Jessie. She shrieked as her forehead cracked the steering wheel. Thank God she hadn’t been driving any faster or the airbags might have deployed. Rain washed over the windshield, the wipers struggling to keep up, but she couldn’t see anything beyond the car’s grill ornament.

“Darn it! No! Please don’t let me have hit someone.” She shifted the car into park and turned the engine off. Jessie swallowed a lump in her throat. Frantically, she reached for her seatbelt with damp, shaking hands. Once the seatbelt clicked, her heart raced a mile a minute. Tears streamed down her face. She didn’t know what she would do if she’d harmed anyone.

She opened the car door and got out. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the rain still fell fast, hard. Jessie inspected the damage and what she’d crashed her car into. Every possible thought ran through her head as she looked at the bus she’d just hit. It wasn’t just any bus. Oh, no…this was a large, black-and-silver tour bus.

This couldn’t be happening to her. How on earth would she explain this to her insurance company? How would she explain this to the owner of the bus?

Her shoes squeaked with every step she took. Water sloshed around her toes, and her running shoes were ready to fall off at any moment. She approached to knock on the bus’s door, but it opened before she touched it.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see your bus parked here,” she called out.

“My bus driver is going to kill you,” a voice said.

Spotlight JC Natal

2009-01-18T09:00:00.001-05:00

J.C. Natál has been writing since she was old enough to hold a pen. She wrote my first full length novel at 14 and there was a devout Pentecostal phase which produced some of the worst poetry (according to her) the world has ever seen. There have been short and novel length stories with a lot of dribble but a few gems emerged over time.

J.C. continued to work at honing her craft with various original projects then discovered the world of written erotica and the universe as she knew it changed. Even more so when she discovered that other people were turned on by the same things she was. And that, in turn brought her to Dark Roast Press.

With several interests, J.C. considers herself a sci-fi geek, loves to read, and falls in love with one or two television shows at a time. She has a huge crush on Jeffrey Dean Morgan, loves music in all genres (except maybe hip hop/rap...which she tolerates) and of course, COFFEE.

Learn more about J.C at her Live Journal.

Books:

Rysykk's Rise

Blurb

Alarin is a skid living in the dark and dangerous underside of Washington-America, where the sun can no longer be seen through the buildings and streets of the upper levels. He’s a pickpocket and a thief, and sometimes a whore when he’s hungry enough, until the night he picks the wrong pocket and falls victim to a vicious beating.

A mysterious benefactor whisks Alarin away from the mean streets and offers him a life of luxury, ninety floors in the sky…but who exactly is Maleus Bryant and why does he want Alarin when he could have his choice of companion? What is it he knows that Alarin doesn’t?

Adding to Alarin’s discomfort is the image in his mind of a killer with blood on his face, a Rysykk, rising out of the black of night and the legends of old to fill Alarin with fear. Could Maleus be a Rysykk, hiding in plain sight?

Even if he is, can Alarin turn his back on shelter and food and a life he’d never dreamed of, or will he stay, knowingly a Rysykk’s private whore?

Excerpt

By the time he was deemed well enough to get out of the bed, Alarin wanted nothing more than to get out of the pampered prison he’d found himself in. He’d eaten more food in the weeks he’d been awake than he had in his whole seventeen years. He would thank his host for the rescue and generosity, and find out what was required in return. Then get out as soon as he was able, beat it back to his own level. Back to the dark and grunge of bottomside.

“How long have I been here, Rose?” Alarin asked as he dropped sweating and breathless onto the bed after only a short walk, leaning heavily on the cane she’d brought.

She cocked her head to the side and looked at him. “Do you have somewhere better to be?”

He laughed and lifted his splinted leg up onto the bed while she poured him some water and set his little cup of pills beside the bed. “Yeah; ‘cause my flop hole and trash bed’s so much better ... and I gots stuff what needs doing.” He snorted and tossed the pills back, slamming down the water. He figured he should get as much of the good stuff as he could while he was there. Soon enough he’d be back down in the gutter.

“It will be a month tomorrow,” Rose said finally.

Alarin shook his head. “Long time.”

“Mr. Bryant will be home from his trip in a few days. By then we should have your strength up. He’ll want to see you. He’s been pleased with your progress.”

That made Alarin more nervous than he wanted to admit. He had nothing to offer this man. He couldn’t imagine what a man like Maleus Bryant could possibly want with a gutter-born bottom feeder like him. Well, he could imagine, but none of the things that came to him were pleasant.

A week later Alarin was given clothing – simple, but new, and better than anything he’d ever worn. He was led out of his room, into a bright, white hallway and over to an elevator that took them up ten floors. A whole level. As the doors opened, the servant escorting him gestured into the room. "Mr. Bryant is waiting for you, sir."

Alarin actually snorted at that. He'd never been called a "sir" before. He limped his way into the room, which was a stark contrast to everything he'd seen before. The walls were lined in rich wood paneling, dark and well polished. The back wall was filled, floor to ceiling, with books. The carpeting was nearly ankle thick as he stepped hesitantly onto it. A few steps further into the room, and he eyed the lush furniture-- black leather. It was more than a few moments before his eyes adjusted enough to see the eyes regarding him with cool amusement from the depths of one of the chairs.

"Forgive the lack of light. I'm afraid my eyes are sensitive." The voice was slightly accented, gentle, compelling.

"No problem. I come from the dark levels." Alarin responded reflexively, and he sensed, rather than saw, the smile.

"I recall. I trust you are feeling better?”

"Yeah ... you know ... thank you. I can’t pay you for this."

The shadows seemed to shift as Maleus moved forward in his chair. "There is nothing to repay. It was my pleasure."

In Service

Blurb

In a modern world where rampant disease and prostitution has been dealt with through institutionalizing the sex business, and where American nobility, Lords and Ladies, hold significant power, Lord Elias Doherty is a man who has always had everything he ever wanted. Spoiled and arrogant, Elias thinks only of his upcoming twenty-fifth birthday and his only desired gift, a Servant of his very own.

When he spots Jared Karan, he knows exactly what he wants, but Jared is owned by another, a powerful British Lord with a reputation as a ruthless and unforgiving man, in business and in personal matters.

Elias gets what he wants through his father’s political and business maneuvering, and Jared is his. But Lord Stuart isn’t content with his defeat, and he uses his own power and influence to give Elias a gift, one that on the surface seems legitimate, but hides a very dark secret.

With a powerful enemy and a political climate that is more than a little volatile, falling in love with Jared could lead them both to destruction.

Excerpt

Elias realized he was holding his breath and let it out slowly. It was a beautiful thing to watch, the fingers disappearing into him and moving about slowly, opening him up. According to the paperwork, he’d never had anything near the size of an actual cock inside him. Fingers, dildos for training, but all small, all designed to leave him essentially a virgin for his Lord.

It made him sweat to think about it, that no one else had touched him the way he was about to. Jared finished and stood up, turning to Elias. “How do you want me, my Lord?” His eyes were downcast, his voice breathy.

Elias crossed to him, letting his fingers dance over the bare skin, over nipples and abdominal muscles, over hips, around to the rounded mounds of his ass. He slipped a finger inside him and closed his eyes, savoring the heat. “Undress me,” Elias said.

Jared hesitated only briefly, then his hands rose up between them, unbuttoning Elias’ shirt. His hands skimmed over Elias’ skin, up, under the shirt, over his shoulders, slipping the fabric from him as he circled around Elias.

Lips, soft and damp, moved over his back as the shirt fell into Jared’s hands. Kisses and tender touches made Elias close his eyes and relax. He never saw where the shirt landed, but he felt Jared’s hands, over his lower back, around his waist…his fingers at the button of his jeans.

It was so quiet in the room Elias could hear the denim slide through Jared’s hands as he opened the fly and guided the pants down. As they reached his ankles, Jared circled back around so that he was in front of Elias, on his knees, staring at the erect cock he’d released.

Jared steadied Elias with a hand on his hip and wordlessly encouraged him to step free of the clothing. Elias’ cock bobbed in front of him and after he’d pushed the jeans away, he looked up at Elias, eyes wide.

“May I, my Lord?”

It took Elias a moment to realize what it was he was asking. “Yeah…yeah…do it.”
Jared’s mouth opened and then his lips closed around the end of Elias’ cock, just the tip. He sucked in, his tongue sliding just under the head, then tracing it. He pulled back, kissing the end, before his tongue lapped over it, then under it, down the length and back. Elias hissed and barely managed to keep from thrusting in hard and fast when Jared swallowed him whole.

Spotlight Jamie Lynn Miller

2009-01-11T09:13:00.001-05:00

Jamie Lynn Miller has been writing male/male fanfiction stories for nearly fifteen years and decided to take the plunge and go pro in 2008. She’s a romantic at heart, and her stories reflect the desire we all have to find “the one”, persevering through trials and heartache for that happy ending.

Jamie has a degree in Fine Arts and has spent the last thirteen years working as a Graphic Designer. She was born in Chicago and still lives there today, with her husband and their furry, four-footed “children”.

Besides writing, Jamie enjoys traveling, softball, reading, science fiction, hanging out with friends, and just being creative.

She is eternally thankful for all of the love and support her husband has given her over the years with her writing and other endeavors.

If you’d like to contact Jamie Lynn, her email address is: jamielynnmiller@live.com or friend her Live Journal.

Books:

Burnin' For You

Blurb

Lucas Taylor is a hard-working New York City fireman at Station 127, dedicated to his job, even though it has brought him heartrending tragedy - the loss of his lover, Ryan, in an explosion a year ago.

Evan Singer is the new guy in town, a paramedic transferred into Station 127 from San Antonio, and he sets his eyes on Lucas from the get-go.
Neither knowing who the other is, their first meeting is explosive, a night of passion and desire that awakens something inside Lucas he never thought he’d feel again.

But when Lucas discovers that Evan is a paramedic, it all comes crashing down. For despite the feelings he has for Evan, Lucas has vowed to never again get involved with someone on the job, after losing Ryan to it.

Can Evan convince Lucas to open up his heart and take a chance on love again, despite who Evan is?

Excerpt

Later the next night, Lucas was still nursing sore knuckles as he sat in his living room, beer in hand, watching the rain fall outside, thinking about everything and nothing, wishing it was more of the latter.

A knock at his door roused him from his musings and he set his beer aside, rising to answer it – and was startled to see Evan standing on the other side when he opened it.

“How did you know – ?”

“Tom told me where you lived. Can I come in?”

Lucas blew out a breath, hesitating, before reluctantly letting Evan inside.

“What do you want, Evan?” Lucas asked wearily, shutting the door.

Evan turned toward him, looking unsure, running a hand through his rain damp hair. “Who’s Ryan?” he finally asked, quietly. “Tom said I needed to ask you about him. That it would explain things.”

Taken aback by the unexpected question, Lucas could only stare at Evan for a long moment. An internal decision made, that it was time Evan did know, so he’d stop pursuing him, Lucas walked past Evan and picked up a photograph from the end table.

He stared at Ryan’s smiling face for a long time before walking over to the window, looking out at the rain, his back to Evan.

“Ryan and I – we loved each other,” Lucas started, still not looking at Evan, voice low. “We were together for almost three years. He worked at the station, on the engine with me. Things were great, they were perfect. He moved in with me here six months before – before it happened.” Lucas paused, taking a deep breath.

“We got a call for a warehouse fire this time last year,” Lucas continued. “Three alarm, close by the station; we were the first company there. Ryan and I were each on an inch and a half hose, Ryan in the lead. We were pretty deep inside the building when my air tank alarm went off. Someone had screwed up that afternoon and hadn’t checked them. The other companies hadn’t gotten there yet and I didn’t want to leave Ryan alone.” Again Lucas paused, swallowing past the lump in his throat and felt the first, silent tear slip free.

“But Ryan was yelling at me, that I wouldn’t be any good if I couldn’t breathe and to get out,” Lucas went on, his voice breaking. “I had just cleared the doors when the explosion tore the building apart. I felt the heat on my back before I was lifted up off my feet and thrown 20 feet. I tried to get back in the building, but the guys held me back.” Lucas’s throat worked convulsively. “Ryan was gone and there was nothing I could do,” he finished, pain and loss coloring every word.

He turned now to face Evan, not bothering to wipe away his tear tracks. “I can’t put myself through that again, Evan. What we do, it’s too fucking dangerous. I learned that the hard way, and I will NEVER go through that again. Losing Ryan, it damn near killed me. So please, just let this go,” he pleaded. “I won’t let myself fall for you. I can’t.”

“Lucas – " Evan took a step forward, his own eyes bright with moisture.

Lucas shook his head. “No. Please, Evan, just go. Please.”

The only sound in the apartment was the rain hitting the window as the two men regarded each other silently, hurt and pain radiating off of one, sympathy and compassion from the other, until Evan turned and wordlessly left Lucas alone in his apartment, holding Ryan’s photo to his chest.

Darkness Falls

Blurb

Matthew Tucker is a successful actor on a hit television show, his career on the rise. Life is good. What more could he want?

Daniel Westman, that’s what – his co-star and close friend for the last two years.
Matthew desires more than friendship with Daniel, though, his attraction for the other man growing day by day. So much so that Matthew gives up the safety and security of his current long-term relationship for the slimmest chance of a relationship with Daniel, feeling there’s something between them, just under the surface. And he was gambling his happiness on it.

But months go by, with Matthew suddenly afraid to go forward, to make the first move, to tell Daniel he was falling in love with him. Because if he was wrong, and Daniel was just being his natural charming self and Matthew was looking too deeply into it…he’d lose his best friend.

So instead Matthew longs for his friend in silence, until an accident on set may leave Daniel permanently blinded. With his friend hurt, scared and confused, his life possibly forever altered, Matthew never wavers from Daniel’s side, no matter how difficult it gets.

His dedication brings them closer than ever before, but is it possible to find happiness, and love, in the wake of a tragedy? Or has Matthew’s hesitation cost him that chance and he’ll lose Daniel to the darkness instead?

Excerpt

Matthew reached out and took his friend by his wrist, pulling him closer, guiding him to stand between Matthew’s widespread legs.

Matthew took a second, and a breath, as his heart jumped a bit, having Daniel so close, naked from the waist up. He closed his legs, until they were just barely brushing Daniel’s, and he felt as if that drew Daniel even closer to him. Matthew swallowed, reluctant to release Daniel’s wrist, the skin of it so warm under his fingers.

“Hey, everything okay?”

Daniel’s quiet question broke Matthew out of the moment and he blinked, letting go of his friend’s arm.

“Umm, yeah, sorry,” Matthew stammered, and he turned his upper body toward the sink on his right, twisting on the taps. He adjusted the temperature just this side of too hot and soaked the washcloth, before handing it to Daniel.

Daniel wet down his face and neck with the cloth as Matthew first pulled up the stopper in the sink, then flipped open the cap on the shaving cream.

Face thoroughly damp, Daniel handed the washcloth back to Matthew, who laid it next to him on the counter, then turned off the taps on the sink. He squirted a small amount of shaving cream onto the fingers of his right hand, set the can down and rubbed the cream onto his left hand as well.

Reaching out, he slowly smoothed the cream onto Daniel’s face – under his cheekbones, above his upper lip, across and back on the sides of his face, over and under his chin, then a short way down his neck. He felt Daniel release a small sigh and saw his shoulders relax.

The water running in the bathtub was the only sound in the room as Matthew picked up the razor and began carefully shaving his friend. A slow swipe down, a rinse in the sink…repeat…repeat…repeat. It was sensual, almost hypnotic, as more and more of Daniel’s skin was revealed with each pass of the razor.

Matthew felt Daniel’s hand touch his leg, slide up, until his palm was resting high up on his thigh. Matthew breathed in at the touch, breathed in the warm steam enveloping them, felt his legs close a fraction more.

One last pass with the razor and Matthew was finished, Daniel’s skin pink and smooth once more. Eyes never leaving Daniel’s face, Matthew set the razor down on the counter. There was a spot of shaving cream on Daniel’s left cheekbone and Matthew reached up, palm resting against the side of his friend’s face, fingers curling around behind Daniel’s ear, his thumb sliding over Daniel’s cheek, clearing the shaving cream away.

Time seemed to freeze, catching the two men in the moment as Matthew felt his chest tighten, his heart pound, and he couldn’t breathe, felt lightheaded.

And this.

This feeling.

This is why he left his three-year relationship with his boyfriend Colin nearly four months ago. When he no longer got this feeling being around him, but around his best friend instead.

When he realized he was falling in love with Daniel.

His thumb caressed Daniel’s cheek again and Matthew desperately wished that he could see Daniel’s eyes, to see what he was feeling. God, was he alone in this madness? He needed to know…

Matthew felt Daniel sway towards him, his waist pressing against Matthew’s groin, his fingers flexing on Matthew’s thigh, and Matthew’s throat went dry.

Daniel’s voice was barely a whisper. “Matt?”

Review for The Beast Within by Kelly Ethan

2009-01-10T09:24:00.004-05:00

I bought this out of seer curiosity almost a year ago and just finally finished it. I had actually critiqued this many years ago for Ms Ethan. So I was kinda excited to see if the editors or Ms Ethan had made any changes, as well as the fact that Ms Ethan had gotten this published.

Blurb:
What’s a girl to do when she can’t change into the family wolf and Mr. Beast kidnaps her man? Take the evil on and kick some ass—with or without a furry coat.

Cassidy Quinn, Private Investigator extraordinaire, helps down and dirty humans and monsters of Memorial City…for a price. But when a friend phones with a puzzling medical case, Cassidy knows the big bad has come to town—in the form of a rogue Werewolf out for blood. Making herself known to the new evil, she fights against his web of deceit and lies, battling to save her friends, family and sexy police detective Patrick Logan.

One problem—the beast has targeted Cassidy for his mate and he has the upper fang since she’s stuck in human form. When Cassidy finds Logan an all too seductive distraction, the beast’s anger explodes and Logan is kidnapped by the werewolf.

Can Cassidy find Logan before it’s too late and he becomes the main course?

Review:
It's sold as paranormal romance and does have a lot of romance aspects. The chemistry between the main characters Cassidy, a private dick and werewolf with a change issue, and Detective Patrick Logan, the sexy cop, is great. They're constantly being thrown together and you get to watch the sparks and fur fly. There is one semi-erotic scene which is a fantasy Cassidy has, and Ms Ethan has you pulling your hair out when they get interrupted during a hot scene a little later at Logan's bachelor pad.

Ms Ethan also does a wonderful job getting The Beast's essence a crossed. She has a way of getting into the creatures head, showing you his base instincts. The way he thinks he feels about Cassidy then how enraged he becomes when she turns him down due to her feeling, albeit confused feeling, toward Logan.

The story pulls you in with either action or sensual intrigue around every turn, keeping you riveted and wanting to know what will happen, who the beast is and will Cassidy & Logan get together?

If you like your suspense with a little romance this is the book for you.

Spotlight Angelia Sparrow

2009-01-04T09:43:00.007-05:00

Angelia Sparrow is a middle aged truck-driver, living quietly in the Mid-South with her husband, four kids and two cats. She's written numerous short stories and a few novels, both alone and with Naomi Brooks. In her spare time she crochets and reads porn in waiting rooms. She's still waiting to grow up to be Han Solo.
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Blurb

Nikolai is a kinky gay Pygmalion set in a Dark Future America. James Ligatos is a man with an unusual hobby. He turns promising young criminals into world leaders. His latest project is Nicholas Boyd, formerly Nikolai of the Revenant street gang. But the little killer-turned-file-clerk is much more than Ligatos and his staff bargained for.
As Kentucky attempts to secede from the Confederated States of America and rejoin the United States, Nick's skills and the group's training are put to the ultimate test, and the price of failure is death

Excerpt

The street-preacher on the corner of Highland was harder to ignore than the newscreens. He towered over the passerby, black and frightful-looking, his hair a wild mass of dreadlocks, his filthy robe tattered with wear. He proclaimed the end of the world in his great deep voice that carried for blocks.

“Even now,” he intoned, “events rush to their conclusion. The demon that squats atop the world has called his Nikolai to him.” Nick startled a moment at the sound of his taken name and then saw an ancient battered copy of Nicolae: The Rise of the Anti-Christ in the preacher's hand. It was nothing, just weird coincidence. He had taken the name from the book, though, and something made him uneasy. Nothing had gone quite right on this heist.

He continued to the shop.

Nick opened the door of the pawnshop into must and dust and the smell of desperation. Old contraband computers, old televisions, prohibited fiction books, cheap jewelry all piled together with someone’s wheelchair and old forbidden movies in formats no one made players for any more. It didn’t look promising, and the feeling that something was going wrong only grew stronger.

He looked at the old woman behind the counter, taking in her short gray hair and overly applied make-up that enhanced her age rather than hid it. He decided she was probably old enough to be exempt from the appearance laws that prohibited cosmetics. He pretended to browse for a while. “I’m looking for Mr. Ligatos,” he finally said when he’d worked his way around to her.

She smiled and nodded. “Iakobos,” she called into the back of the shop, and followed it with a string of words in which Nick only caught about every fourth. An old man beckoned him into the back room. The filthy windows turned the light as yellow and nicotine-stained as the old man’s fingers. The heat of the room pressed in. The smell of insects and rodents, mold and dust made Nick want to sneeze. He was sure he saw something move in the half-draped, flyspecked mirror across from him.

“Sit. You have, for me, an item of value?” His command of English was better than the old woman’s. Nick smelled alcohol, cheap, homemade and raw, barely cut with licorice, on the old man’s breath. Yes, this would be the perfect place to fence his take.

“Guaranteed one of a kind. You had a deal with Vlad of the Revenants. Vlad didn’t make it out of the heist but he told me where to come.” Nick drew out the candelabra and set it on the table.

The old man looked it over, slowly and carefully. From the corner of his eye, Nick thought he saw movement, but when he turned nothing was there except the stacks of clutter in the dim, filthy back room.

“Yes, yes. I have a buyer. One who is much interested in such an artifact.” He prodded the item a few times with a gnarled finger. “It is what you say it is, boy.”

“If you can buy it, can you buy these as well?” Nick took out the small carvings he’d stolen. “Real jade, real ivory.”

Old Ligatos looked over the little statues. “Young jade. Not worth so much. Ivory, that, that is worth a fortune. I give you three thousand for all.”

“And for the candlestick?”

A voice from behind him said, “For that you’re going straight to prison, boy.” The cold metal of a gun pressed into the hollow of his skull.

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"I give this book four delightful divas for the sheer audacity of the author in throwing all that variety in there without throwing me out of the story. Good work."

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2009-01-01T12:55:00.003-05:00

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2008-12-31T09:52:00.000-05:00

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Spotlight Nera Ragno

2008-12-28T17:26:00.004-05:00

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The author of SHE Of The Forbidden Zone, Nera Ragno has loved science fiction movies since seeing ‘The Blob” and ‘The Thing”. Interestingly, Nera Ragno means ‘black spider’ in Italian and the beast within the Fahdian race is a black widow spider. The females tend to get fangy when maleness makes the scene. A male needs to possess exceptional attributes to mate with a High Priestess — any normal dude will just get fanged. Combining a fangy black widow with a cocky playboy in an erotic romp was fun.

The author's alter ego has written over a dozen screenplays, but this is the first venture into campy science fiction comedy. Additional novels are underway in the universe, with an interesting twist. Stay tuned to discover what it is.

Blurb:

SHE of the Forbidden Zone

In a universe controlled by women, the GRAND FAHD reigns supreme over her HIGH PRIESTESSES, whose bellies display the red hourglass of the black widow spider. Each High Priestess reigns over her clan for a specified period during which time they mate within a cycle to produce a child - for what woman can be the mother to her clan if she is not a mother to a child. Fahdian women can only conceive if they take a capsule of Essence, which simultaneously seduces their partner. Once they conceive, they can remain a High Priestess, but if they remain virgins or fail to conceive, they are removed from their obligations to the Sisterhood & another takes their place. Males are groomed as studs & bring a dowry. Only the most skilled & wise can evade the fangs of a High Priestess & live on as her beloved Consort - even then more protection is desirable.

SHE, the Grand Fahd’s right hand High Priestess, is a virgin at the end of her reigning cycle. She has promised her younger sister, VASHTI, the next mating choice, but the Grand Fahd forbids it, planning to mate her own son, cocky ARKOS, whose sperm only produces highly prized females, to She. But Arkos is injured & instead She will mate with JOX. Fortunately the mating goes awry. Cat burglar NIRVANA, hired by Vashti who can succeed She as High Priestess only if She remains barren, steals Jox’s dowry of diamonds. Vashti is secretly in league with other High Priestesses who need her deciding vote for war against the CONFEDERATION OF QUEENS. The Grand Fahd learns of the scheme & prefers subterfuge to confrontation, especially when Nirvana ultimately answers to the Grand Fahd. She’s passion turns to rage when Jox deflects her question about the dowry. Jox is fanged & dies. She looks forward to the next phase of her life: retirement as a High Priestess, able to explore the galaxy & no longer answer to the Grand Fahd, though she wonders about the missed sexual delights. The Grand Fahd has other plans & encourages the recovered Arkos to explore the Forbidden Zone, where he can choose to mate with a High Priestess, if pursued. Arkos is confident that he will not be fanged; he has his FATHER’S Anti-Essence & his father still lives!

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2008-12-24T08:10:00.000-05:00

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Kiki Howell Author Spotlight

2008-12-22T09:18:00.000-05:00

The Healing Spell
by Kiki Howell, Author Of Magical Erotic Romance
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“Kiki Howell wove a story of magic that drew me in on the first page. I was impressed with Samantha and how well she knows herself and her craft. David is like most of us; he has lost his way and does not know who he is or what he wants any longer. Kiki’s use of words and descriptions is indescribable and weaves a kind of magic around the reader. This is my first experience with Kiki Howell, but after reading The Healing Spell, she is now at the top of my to be read list!”

BLURB:
Samantha, a confident witch, is eager to help David, a creatively frustrated ad executive she happens upon. She proposes a daring venture in which she will lead him through the steps of a sexual magic spell with the intent to heal him. Instantly mesmerized by her beauty and knowledge, he soon learns that pleasure is magick as they create an energy circle by bathing, massaging and arousing one another in various positions.
Yet, once the spell has been completed, he finds he cannot just take his talisman and walk away from her, and the witch finds her carefully protected heart on the line. When the tables turn will David be able to teach the teacher a thing or two about romance…
EXCERPT:
“Here again?”
It wasn’t so much the voice, as the sound breaking through the silent stillness that made his breath hitch and his body jolt. Reacting on instinct, his hands braced in front of his body hunching his shoulders. He rounded on the source of the words.
The rapid beat of his heart gave way to a burst of boyish laughter as the voice emerged in the form of a woman just wanton enough to look like she belonged in the foliage that still partially concealed her.
She seemed to take no offense to his folly standing there braced against a tree. A thousand tiny fibers in her cloak shimmered in the moonlight. The waves of her fair hair formed an aura lighting her skin to a satin-like sheen.
“Sorry, you scared me. I thought I was alone, and then I saw…” He paused, distracted as she slithered from the tree. With her hands on her hips, the curves of her body were revealed. She fit with the forest, a combination of soft shapes and drastic edges.
“I have watched you hovering over this small stream of water listless, barely living at the survival level of existence.” The trim fingers of her hand came to rest on his still thumping heart. “I can help you remember that pleasure is the magick of life, if you are daring enough to follow me.”
Before he could try to make sense of her poetic proposal, her fingers strummed over his cock. In their wake, a flow of vibrations prickled into his skin then streaked through his veins. He was incapable of a reply. The words she uttered and the senses she invoked intermixed into a blissful confusion.
“Come with me. I can only help you if you come of your own free will.” She pivoted and blended into the woods. His body lurched forward as if drawn by a magnetic force. He scrambled to keep up with her leaving behind his occupational worries to drown in the shallow stream.
“You have no idea of the great venture awaiting you. You shall learn creativity can be renewed once the body is gratified. The benefits of sex are numerous. I promise you it will be worth your time.”

Pleasure After The Pain by Savannah Chase in the Spotlight

2008-12-15T08:32:00.000-05:00

Pleasure After The Pain

by Savannah Chase

Erotic Romance: Contemporary
ISBN: 978-1-60435-201-6
Cover Artist: Ash Arceneaux
Editor: Brissa Lyons
Word Count: 8,820
Release Date: September 11, 2008

What is your wildest fantasy about getting a tattoo?

A night out on the town with a friend ends up bringing Serene to a tattoo parlor. There she discovers a tattoo that takes a hold of her. Something about it calls to her. Body art can bring pleasure to its owner but this tattoo brings more pleasure then Serena ever imagined.

Will Serena's tattoo give her more pleasure than she could imagine or will it be a fleeting moment of pleasure after the pain?

Excerpt

“Do me a favor and lock the door behind you. I was just clearing up and getting ready to close.”

Once more, Jack lifted up his head from what he was doing and looked my way. His glance made me nervous, and scared.

“Is something wrong, Serena?”

“I want you to ink me.” The words just flew out of my mouth. I didn’t even regret saying them. At that very moment, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted him. Anyone else would think that it was probably a hasty decision, but I didn’t. This was what I was searching for. I’d held out for the perfect piece of art and I knew that he was it.

“From what I remember, you said you hadn’t found anything you wanted.. What changed your mind so fast?” He began making his way towards me.

“The drawing that fell out of the book. That’s what I want. I know it sounds stupid, but something is drawing me to have him. I can’t explain it. All I know is I have to have him on my back, the same place he has his tattoo of the sword.” I held my breath, waiting his answer.

From the look in his eyes, I could tell he knew exactly why I had returned, but he didn’t mention a word.

Standing there, I knew that by the time I left this place, I would have him branding my body and the thought aroused me, like nothing had ever done before.

“That design is not for tattooing. I don’t even know how it ended up being in that binder anyway. You have all these other designs on the wall to choose from. Why don’t you pick from there?”

I didn’t understand why he was making such a big deal out of the picture.

“I don’t want anything else. I want you to give me him.” I had come this far and there was no way I was going to back down. Not now.

He sat at the computer quietly for a few seconds, contemplating an answer. I didn’t know what he would decide, but if he wouldn’t agree, I would keep pushing until he did.

“I’ll tell you, this is one of a kind, and I’m not just saying that. Nobody’s ever had him inked on their flesh. I was told once that the tattoo is magical.. There’s a legend about a warrior who’d been cursed. His punishment was to live eternity in the form of a tattoo. So what makes you think I’m going to ink him on yours?”

It was kind of strange for him to tell me something like that. There was no such thing as magic. Was there? Everyone says that something is one of a kind, but that’s never really true. I didn’t know the guy, yet something about the way Jack said it, this time I actually believed he told the truth.

“I want that on my body and I will pay double for it. Magic or no magic, I want it.”

His eyebrows arched in surprise. He wasn’t expecting to hear that.

I have a confession...

2008-12-14T09:59:00.012-05:00

I have an addiction... It not one you'll think is bad, unless you happen to be my editor. LOL.

My addiction is commas. I noticed when I was editing some of my work last night. I put commas everywhere.
Now I'll be the first to admit that grammar is not my forte, I'm getting better at it, but I'm still not great. I also have issues with spelling, but that's another post.

Yeah I hear you. "So why did you become a writer?"

Because despite these things I'm good at it. And these things can be learned, if you really put your mind to it. Also doesn't everyone make grammar or spelling mistakes every now and again.

Now what do I plan to do about my little problem.
My very first editor suggested I buy a book called Eats, Shoots, & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation. Which of course I did.
I've also discovered a podcast called, Grammar Girl's Quick and Dirty Tips for Better Writing.
And of course the internet is full of useful sites, like these.
How To Use The Comma: Simple rules and hints that help you stop comma abuse
The Blue Book of Grammar and Punctuation
The Guide to Grammar and Writing
Basically I'm going to teach myself high school English, but hey at least I'm trying to fix my comma addiction. Now quick question how many times did I misuse a comma in this post?

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