Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Spotlight Nera Ragno
ABOUT THE AUTHORThe 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!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Kiki Howell Author Spotlight
by Kiki Howell, Author Of Magical Erotic Romance
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Melissa at Paranormal Romance Reviews said of The Healing Spell,
“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.”
Monday, December 15, 2008
Pleasure After The Pain by Savannah Chase in the Spotlight
Pleasure After The Pain 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
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?
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.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I have a confession...
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?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Authors Spotlight Eve Summers
I keep assuring her I’m fine. We’re still standing in the hallway, I in my flimsy dressing gown, my sister in her party finery, and it’s beginning to dawn on Gina that I’m not going to ask her to make herself at home the way I usually do.
“Look,” she says. “The reason I came…. I’m not sure how to say this. It’s just that there was somebody else asking about you when you left, somebody totally unsuitable. Your phone is off so I thought I’d come by to warn you. He’s not the sort -”
Suddenly I hear a sound from the bedroom. He’s switched on the DVD!
I’m going to kill him, I think.
Gina’s cheeks color slightly.
“I’m so sorry,” she says. “I didn’t realize you were… entertaining.”
I smirk as I think back to the last few hours.
“I’m not. Entertaining, that is,” I say truthfully.
Even in her unease, Gina is all prim and proper. My perfect parents’ perfect daughter, with perfect manners and perfect composure. I can bet anything that she didn’t used to sneak around behind their backs sucking off lodgers. And when was the last time anybody drank champagne out of her pussy?
Suddenly I feel almost sorry for her. Poor perfect Gina. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.
“Well,” she says, “I think I’ll be -”
Just at that point, he opens the bedroom door and joins us in the hallway. His chest is bare, but, thank goodness, he’s put on his jeans.
His very tight, very black jeans.
Gina gasps. I wonder whether she too has spotted the tell-tale swelling behind the zipper.
He flashes me a cheeky grin. “Is there a fire yet?” he asks. “You said I could come out if there was one."
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Christmas Contest For Red Rose Publishing
A Grand Christmas CompetitionBrought to you by
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We are happy to announce that there will be four competitions, each will be made up of eight questions and there will be at least eight prizes for the winner of each competition.
Yes, one lucky winner will win eight prizes and there are four chances to be a winner! So four competitions and four winners of at least eight prizes each!
Details on how to enter are over on the RED ROSE PUBLISHING'S Blog
Monday, December 1, 2008
Author Spotlight: Mary A Pope Choices
Choices is going to be going to print.Excerpt:
Sam reached down and peeled her wet suit from her body. He stood there gazing at her. “You are magnificent.” Lying down next to her, he pulled her in for a deep kiss.
Natalie reached down to touch his arousal. She could feel it straining against the confines of his wet shorts.
He was partially lying on top of her, his hands on either side of her head. He kissed her jawline. Natalie tipped her head back, allowing him access to her neck. He kissed his way down her neck and between her breasts.
Her nipples were hard with excitement. He flicked one tight bud with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. Her body ached for his touch. He licked her nipple, circling around the hard pebble with his tongue. He caressed her other breast with his hand. Using his thumb and forefinger he teased her nipple.
Natalie began to arch her body into him. She wanted to feel more. God, she wanted to feel him inside her.
She moaned. “Now. Sam. Please. God, now.”
“No. You need to know what it’s like to want, but not to have.” His blue eyes were dark with passion. He caressed his hand down her ribs and over her hip. Inch by inch his hand slid down her thigh. With his arm at full length he slowly brought his hand up her inner thigh. Lightly, he touched her. Moaning again, she tried to move her hips closer to his touch.
As he suckled her, his hand slowly began to massage between her legs. She was wet. He grunted. “God you’re hot.” Sam clung to his last thread of self-control. Teasingly, he pushed the tip of his finger inside her. Natalie groaned, moving her hips up to meet his hand. He pulled back before she could force him deeper. He took great pleasure in watching her squirm.
“I want to make you come. I want to watch your body dance with desire.” He teased his finger inside her.
Natalie opened her legs wider for him, not wanting him to stop, begging for more. Her body began to quake. She arched up, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, colors exploding in her mind. Her body quivered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body.
When she regained control of her muscles, she grabbed at his shorts, rending seams as she tore them off. With his body free, she grabbed him and pulled him towards her. She lifted her hips to meet him. He slipped the tip inside and then pulled it out. She grabbed his back, thinking, he’s trying to drive me insane. She wrapped her long legs around his hips, forcing his hard shaft back into the warm confines of her body. She began to rise and fall with his movements. The more desperate she became, the faster he moved.
Natalie clung to him.. Her nails dug into his back, clawing for deeper, harder, faster. She could feel her body peak again as he erupted inside of her.