Shara Azod

Available Now At Changling Press!!!!!!

2012-01-19T21:19:00.000-08:00

Click to Purchase

Ukko is a general of the Spentas. He fears nothing, backs down from nothing, questions nothing -- until he finds something he can't explain. Who is this mysterious female with powers equal to his? Who sent her? What is her purpose? And the most important question of all -- how has she captured his heart?

Excerpt
The Chosen: Ukko's Discovery
Shara Azod
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2012 Shara Azod

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Nimah was in awe of the blond giant of a man she had gone to San Diego to find. A normal woman might have been freaked out to open her eyes and find herself deep in the heart of Finland. But when had her life ever been normal? She wished like hell she could answer his question, but the problem was she had no idea what she was. She just knew she was different. Always had been. A woman with no family, no history, no idea where she came from or why she could do the things she could. Her entire life she had known only one thing for sure -- one day she would meet this man, and she was meant to be here, in his arms.

Since puberty Nimah had dreamed of him. Ukko of Finland had been the number one constant in her life while all else had been transient. Abandoned at birth, she'd been raised in a series of foster and group homes until she'd turned eighteen. That was when she became aware of three very important things. The first was that she was very different from everyone around her. Her abilities were akin to something seen in a sci-fi movie. She'd had to hide all the things she could do from others all her life. Until now.

The second thing she'd been aware of since puberty was that one day she would meet this man, Ukko, and the gaping hole in the center of her soul would be filled. It made no sense in the conventional way of thinking, but Nimah had always known him. She had seen bits and pieces of his entire existence, an existence that spanned longer than recorded time.

The third thing that had been a constant in her life was the unseen threat always hovering in the shadows. Until tonight she'd never seen those who watched, constantly looking for her and others like her. She didn't know how she knew there were others, but she was as certain of it as she was that Ukko belonged to her, that she belonged to him.

If she wanted to she could will herself back to San Diego right this second. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Honestly, she hadn't wanted to run from him earlier, either. Even though Nimah had dreamed of Ukko, she'd never been able to find him. There was never enough detail in her dreams or visions to pinpoint his location until yesterday, when his location popped into her consciousness, followed by a burning need to go to him. It took nothing to be there; she'd simply closed her eyes and willed herself there. She'd left everything behind just for a chance to finally meet him.

But things went horribly wrong. The homeless man she'd helped seemed to call out to her. In some odd way he was important to her and her future. His mind had been so befuddled, a darkness clouding the thoughts trying to push through -- he wanted to tell her something. He was there for her, and Ukko. Generally she never took the chance to showcase any of her abilities. The unseen threat could find her like that. There was always a cold chill that warned her of their nearness -- a shadow that smelled of pure evil warned her to flee whenever she used any of her gifts.

Nimah had felt the moment Ukko spotted her. His disbelief at what he was seeing as she healed the homeless man, his confusion and suspicion, bombarded her like physical blows. As much as her body and soul cried out for him, her first impulse had been to run. It had been so hard to even think! Her pussy creamed, aching with every step. She wanted to stop and run into his arms, but she just couldn't.

So she'd run from him. Too intent on getting away from the man she wanted desperately but was suddenly unsure of, she'd missed the internal warning hardwired in her brain to disappear whenever an all-too-familiar chill raced down her spine. Their sudden appearance threw her. Expecting hideous, monstrous creatures, she was completely unprepared for the beautiful evil that tried to touch her.
Everything within her had rebelled at the wrongness of their touch. Repelling them had been remarkably easy, but Nimah knew without really knowing that it had been Ukko's presence that enabled her to create the energy that felled them. Then why was it that Ukko, who she knew instinctively was far more powerful than she, could not do as she had done?

"What are you, woman?" Ukko demanded yet again, crushing her body to him. He looked so deliciously furious. Confused and turned on at the same time. Even with his lips pressed into a tight line, they looked so amazingly kissable. Proof of his desire pressed insistently against her. She didn't mean to rub up against it, not really. The sharp tug on her hair in response made her moan, her nipples hardening against his chest.

"I'm yours." The words came out in a whisper of their own will. Nimah didn't expect for them to be received very well. What kind of a man wanted some random woman declaring herself to be his, despite the bizarre circumstances of this entire situation?

In response, his lips crushed hers this time. This kiss was as possessive as the first had been passionate. As if to confirm her statement, Ukko took everything, leaving her panting and breathless before abruptly stepping away. "You are no human woman." Nimah had no idea what he meant by that. As far as she knew she was human. Wasn't she? "You say you are mine, prove it."

"What -- what do you mean?" Her heart thundered in her chest. Had she been wearing underwear, they would have been sodden by now. Her jeans felt abrasive against the bare skin of her cunt. She had prepared for this.

With a wave of his hand, her clothing tore apart, falling at her feet. Though she knew he could have easily disrobed himself in a similar way, he stood fully clothed, his hands going to the fastening of his pants.

"Kneel, Nimah. Show me how much you are mine."

Get Your Pudding Wrestling On!!!

2012-01-14T18:36:00.000-08:00

Click to Purchase

Julia “The Jewels” Vernon was the all-time, undefeated champion in pudding wrestling, the underground sensation that had made her an extremely successfully businesswoman. Together with her best friend, they had stumbled across a cash cow, but now it was time to give something back. What better way to raise money for her favorite charity than to have a match with the undefeated champion of “real” wrestling?

Okay, so maybe she had ulterior motives for challenging Chauncey Cullens to a pudding wrestling match for charity. And maybe she was teasing him a little in the ring, before she took him down. And yes, she was tweaking him a little by giving in to his request for a rematch, only to take him down again. But a real man could take it, just like it would take a real man to take her.

I Wish You A Merry Christmas!

2011-12-22T22:04:00.000-08:00

Click to Purchase

Liam was a no-good, low-down, dirty-fighting, tall, red and all too handsome pain in Livia’s behind. The dangerously sexy Irishman with the accent deadly to any woman’s inhibitions had pushed her too far this time! The local decoration contest had been hers, damn it to hell. But oh no, he had to place a live nativity in his front yard, just in time for judging. Well, enough was enough! She was going to stomp right over there and confront him…

Click to Puchase

Join Lewis and Allie's first Christmas together.
The Journal of a Man in Love are short stories that chronicles the private thoughts and actions of a man completely, totally and utterly in love with his woman. Written completely from a male point of view, take a peek inside what's in a man's heart and mind.

What's the Scenario Wednesday!

2011-12-21T19:25:00.000-08:00

I Need a Hero!

Setting: A run down trucker hotel in rural Georgia in the middle of the night.

Kennedy was stuck between a rock and a hard place. With no transportation and low paying jobs, there was just no way to get away from her deadbeat boyfriend. Until Emory. Like a Knight in Shining Armor he was ready to give Kennedy the world, but did she dare take him up on the offer?

Click to purchase

   If Emory thought for just one second Kennedy would stay at his place he would’ve seen her settled then gone back out to find Darryl. But he’d known better. The woman had far more pride than sense sometimes. While he loved the hell out of her for it, it could also be frustrating as all get out. He had no idea what kind of damage tonight had done to his chances, but he was in for the long haul. Sieges were things in which he happened to excel.
    He waited until she got her room before leaving the car to approach her. And no the hell she wasn’t dragging that heavy ass suitcase up the stairs like she was planning on staying a while. He’d give her tonight, but tomorrow she would be moving somewhere a hell of a lot more secure, even if it wasn’t in with him. Moving quietly behind her, he grasped the bag easily lifting it from her smaller hand.
    “Don’t.” He cut her off as soon as her mouth opened. “If you think I am allowing you to stay here by your lonesome, you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
    There was no couch. The room was at least clean, but that was about it. Bare bones to the extreme, there was one hard arm chair and a bed that sagged a bit in the middle. The tub and sink had rust stains, the lone night stand boasted scratches and cigarette burns.

“No.” This wasn’t happening. She was just going to have to suck it up for a night. When he spied a roach making a run for it as soon as she flicked on the light, Emory had seen enough. “Come on.”

Kennedy resisted of course, not that it mattered. He would throw her over his damn shoulder if he had to.

“They won’t give me my money back.” She pulled on the hold he had on her arm, but Emory wasn’t letting go.

“I’ll give your damn money back.”

“No. You won’t.” The mulish quality that was Kennedy made its appearance with a fury. “And this is what I can afford, so this is where I’m staying.”

Like hell. Having fairly warned her, he simply lowered his shoulder, pushed a little into her midsection and swept her up. Deed done. To her credit, she didn’t fight him over it, didn’t make a fuss. Not even when he placed her in the passenger seat of his car, buckling her in and throwing her suitcase in the back seat.

    “What about the company car?” she asked, examining her nails as if she could see them in the dark.
    “You locked it, right?” He decided against informing her it was her car. Fully paid for and insured up the ass. “Set the alarm, it should be fine.” Then the thought occurred to him. “And what the hell would you have done if you heard the alarm in the middle of night?”
    Just as calm as she pleased, Kennedy reached into her purse and pulled out a little twenty-two caliber, holding it careful like she thought it might go off. Unlikely seeing as how the safety was on.
    “I’ll be damned.” If he wasn’t head over heels already, he would’ve fell hard right then and there. “And what do you think you’re gonna do with that cute little thing?”
    It was all kinds of wrong to antagonize her about her gun, no matter how small and, well…pitiful the thing was. At least she had something. He was damned proud of her for it too.
    “Look it’s all I have okay? And where the hell are you taking me. I am not staying at your house Emory Daniels.”
    “You are tonight.”

Hopefully this excerpt will get you over the Wednesday hump! Want to read more introductions, click on the author links below:

Sienna Mynx

Serenity King

Koko Brown

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

2011-11-16T17:33:00.000-08:00

My All Time Favorite Book
Yep, today’s theme is Author’s All Time Favorite

Let me tell you it was tough, but I think I got it. And of course- he’s a Marine.

Setting: George town condo living room with one seriously pissed off Marine and a bemused woman who knew she was about to get all she ever wanted.

Britt had loved Wes forever. The problem was, he still saw her as a little girl, and worse- the father of a Marine who’d fallen while under his command. It was going to take a lot to force him to recognize the burning passion simmering between them. Luckily, Britt has a lot of patience, and being a true Marine brat, she knows just how to lay a siege.

“Britt, who is this guy?” Greg demanded, eyeing the way Wes’ arm snaked around her waist. “Are you okay? Do I need to call for help?”

Oh, for crying out loud? What kind of man needed to call for help to save a woman in danger? Not that Britt was in danger of anything more than a stiff cock all up in her. If anyone was in any danger, it was Greg.

“I am not in any danger.” Britt sounded affronted. Smart woman. “But I can’t say the same thing for you right now. You really should leave. I am so sorry, I will call you later.”

“No, she won’t.” She would be busy in his bed. This needed to be settled, and he was going to settle it.

Sick with the conversation, Wes slammed the door in Greg’s face and then waited. If the man knocked on his damned door, he was going to lose a hand. There was a muttered complaint, and a few seconds later, a car revved and sped off. Looked like Greg caught a clue. Now for Britt.

Wes released his hold on her and looked at her. She had on one of those wrap dresses that tied on the sides—easy on and off. The red satiny material brought out the brown in her eyes, making her skin glow. Her lips were lightly glossed, her perfume light and alluring. She looked and smelled edible, and he was damned hungry.

To her credit, she didn’t look the least bit scared, though she had decided not to blast him for what he had just done. She had every right to. He had been explicit in his denial that there would ever be anything between them. She was well within her rights to date whomever she pleased.

“Take it off.”

The time for doubts was over.

“You said this wasn’t going to happen.” Her voice was low and sultry. A little gasp proved how turned on she was.

“I was wrong. Take it off, Britt.”

Wes ground his teeth as he saw how easily the dress opened. Just a little tug on the tie at her side and it fell completely open, revealing a see-through ivory panty set edged with tiny iridescent beads. She was going out like that?

He moved forward to slide the dress off her shoulders. His mouth watered as she stood there proudly. The only show of nervousness on her part was the way she bit her lower lip. Such lush, kissable lips. His head dipped to place a fleeting kiss against her shoulder.

“You were wearing this for him?” Greg would never in million years do anything in his life to warrant receiving such a reward. This was a warrior’s woman; she needed a man worthy of all that she was.

He doubted he was such a man, but he would spend the rest of his life striving to be.

Britt shrugged. “He was never going to see my underwear.”

How reasonable that sounded. How little it did to calm the current situation.

“Oh, baby, you bet your sweet ass he was never going to see them.” Wes moved behind her, his hand caressing her bare midriff. His lips found her neck before moving upward to her ear. “I have been such a fool, haven’t I?” She shuddered, just a touch. Her body melted back against him. His hips rocked forward, his cock instinctively questing the round soft globes of her behind to nestle between. “Will you forgive me, sweetheart?” His hands cupped her breasts, and their firm spheres filled his hands perfectly. His thumbs rubbed gently over her pointed nipples.

“Yes.” It was more than an answer to his question; they both knew it.

He turned her then, taking her lips in a soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless. His tongue plundered her as he drank in her kiss. It had been so long since he had tasted her sweetness. He had to have more. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch. The bedroom was just too far away. It wasn’t until she was settled into the overstuffed cushions that he came up for air.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands skimming over the contours of his body. “So perfect.”

He opened her thighs slowly, inhaling her husky essence. He was drooling, anticipating her taste. He didn’t even bother to remove those tiny little panties of hers before he buried his face between her thighs. He had to taste her!

His tongue snaked out for one long, slow first lick. Nothing could hold back his moan of appreciation. She was just as sweet as he had spent countless hours imagining she would be. Her flavor burst on his tongue, daring him to tale more—he was never a man to back down from a dare.

Hopefully this excerpt will get you over the Wednesday hump! Want to read more introductions, click on the author links below:

Sienna Mynx

Serenity King

Koko Brown

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

2011-11-09T17:50:00.000-08:00

It’s time to play Family Feud!!!!!

Lessons for Solange

Setting: Family Gathering at the Chevalier Family Country Estate
Solange and Angelique have issues. Angelique thought it started with her cousin conspiring with her fiancé to steal money from her father; Solange contents their beef goes farther back than that. Way, way back.

Click to purchase!!

“Why didn’t you call? I was worried sick!” Angel threw out as soon as Therese left the room, closing the door behind her. Knowing her she was probably guarding the door.

Solange sighed heavily and sat down. Before now she hadn’t been sure how honest she should be with the younger woman. Now she knew. Nothing less than the complete truth would do.

“I really didn’t know what to say, other than I’m sorry at first,” she answered honestly. “And I was too ashamed to do that.”

“And your marriage? And children? How could you not tell me, Sollie? Did you think I’d still be mad?”

“Angel, how close would you say we were?” Solange asked her. “I mean, honestly? I know we hung around together a lot, but were we ever really friends?”

Angel blinked at her as if she’d never given it a thought. Perhaps she hadn’t.

“I – I thought, think, we’re very good friends. At least until you disappeared.”

“And blackmailing your former fiancé? Encouraging you to marry a man you couldn’t stand? That is all what? Water under the bridge?”

“Look, Sollie I’m not going to lie and tell you I understand, because I don’t. You betrayal hurt like hell, but you’re family. You may be surly and disagreeable, but you aren’t vicious and you’re a long way from being selfish or greedy. I’ve been waiting for a damn explanation!”

Angel wasn't as naïve as Solange had originally thought. She’d give her cousin props for that.

“The reasons really don’t matter. I should have never done it.” She would be honest yes, but she wasn't about to tell Angel everything. “I am truly sorry.”

“And marrying Thierry’s father? Why did you do that? What happened? How did it happen?”

Okay, that she wasn't willing to share. And Angel really didn’t have the right to know. She just shrugged, shaking her head.

“It happened. How did you fall in love with Thierry?”

“So you love him then?”

That was too much, even for her. Yeah, she owed Angel an apology, but what the hell did the woman think she was doing with Beau since she knew Solange wasn’t greedy or selfish. Standing she closed herself off, refusing to allow Angel the power to hurt her. Let her cousin think what she wanted. She was going home.

“I came to say I’m sorry. I hope you can really forgive me one day. I’ll see you around okay?”

She didn’t wait for a reply. Opening the door she had to smile at Therese, who was staring at whoever had just disappeared back into the large drawing room everyone else was still assembled in.

“Thank you, Therese. I’ll call you later and you can come by and see the girls.”

“But of course,” the French-Canadian woman gave a huge genuine smile back. “I cannot wait to see them. Their pictures are so precious!”

“Sollie, wait.”

Solange grit her teeth at the hurt that was back in Angel’s voice. Funny, but she didn’t feel the inadequacies she used to feel around her younger cousin. Nor did she feel the least bit jealous. She felt sad they would probably never really be friends, but they were just too different. Too much had happened. And for the first time in her life, she really didn’t feel she had to be her friend. They could be family, good family without it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by what I said.” Of course Thierry appeared at the sound of his wife’s voice looking all thunderous.

Like that was supposed to scare her?

“Of course you did, Angelique. But it’s fine really.” She wasn't even mad about it. It was what it was. “You don’t really know me that well not to ask.”

Hopefully this excerpt will get you over the Wednesday hump! Want to read more introductions, click on the author links below:

Sienna Mynx

Serenity King

Koko Brown

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

2011-11-02T20:20:00.000-07:00

Ummmm… A theme…How about this?

Setting: Outside concert at the county fair

Set-up: Dominic agreed to accompany his best friend Surria to what had to be the most God-awful public concert any county fair ever boasted. It was bad enough Dominic had to swallow his desire for the woman he had known and loved all his life, but did she have to bounce up and down against his crotch like that? It made him want to…

“If you don’t stop, I swear I am going to fuck you right here,” Dominic leaned down to whisper in her ear. The problem was that she never took him seriously whenever he warned her of her imminent seduction for teasing him. Like now. Instead of even bothering to turn around to see if he was kidding, she had the audacity to stick her ass out and wiggle it right against his crotch.

Dominic glanced around at the crowd. No one was paying them the lease bit of attention. The god-awful band seemed to be popular, though he couldn’t wrap his head around why. Fine. She wanted to push him beyond the limits of a castrated saint, fine – she was going to get exactly what she’d been aiming for since she let him kiss her behind the school when they were thirteen. Only this time, there would be no running home laughing, leaving him with a hard on he had no idea what to do with.

All around them, people shouted and danced and jumped, encouraging the band. Occasionally, someone bumped into them, but no one really paid attention to anyone else. They were right up front next to the stage on the railing area. Surria would step up on the railing and lean over occasionally. Dominic was certain it was to give him a good view of her luscious ass because she would glance back over her shoulder and grin at him mischievously. Damn the woman! She would be the death of him, if death by boner were possible.

Unable to take another second of her teasing torment, Dominic framed her body with his larger one, gripping the metal bars of the rail on either side of her. She didn't acknowledge him, but continued to bob up and down, yelling at the band and singing along with them just like everyone else. He ground his hips against her butt, nestling the hard ridge of his cock into the crack of her ass through the denim. They fit perfectly. This woman was made for him; he knew it in his bones. He’d known that for years, he’d just been waiting for her to realize it.

He stood there for several moments letting her bounce, stroking his cock with her buttocks. If she knew what he was doing, she didn't let on. At least, not at first. When she arched her back slightly, driving her ass harder against him, he realized she knew exactly what she was doing. That little minx! Just who was seducing whom here? She may have teased him verbally, may have ground against him a time or two, but she’d never gone this far in the twenty five years he’s known her.

Carefully, glancing around them quickly to make sure they were still unnoticed, Dominic let his palm slide slowly up the silky expanse of skin on her thigh up to the hem of that ridiculously short skirt. He caressed every inch he could, letting his finger graze just underneath the denim. When he made his way to her inner thigh and higher, reaching his fingers as far upward as he could without just yanking the thing up over her hips like he wanted to, he found nothing but bare flesh. The little vixen had "forgotten" her panties. Except when she glanced coyly over her shoulder at him, he knew she'd done it on purpose. It made his dick jump just thinking about it. How many other times had she done this without his knowledge, waiting for him to make a move? As soon as he got her home, and she would be coming home with him, he was going to spank that ass for years of misery when they could have been happily discovering each other in a whole new way.

Damn it! A man could only take so much, especially when he'd fantasized about the woman in question every day since he was thirteen. If she expected him to be all valiant and not touch her, she was in for a sad surprise. There was no way that was happening. Not this time. Surria was about to get every ounce of the passion he had swallowed, trying to hide while she’d placed him in the friend zone. He wouldn’t let her out of his bed for a week – maybe longer

Hopefully this excerpt will get you over the Wednesday hump! Want to read more introductions, click on the author links below:

Sienna Mynx

Serenity King

Koko Brown

From Mocha Memoirs- Get Some!!!!

2011-10-30T13:59:00.000-07:00

Mocha Memoirs has some thrilling, scary, and spicy stories to help your Halloween weekend! Try the following stories for exciting, thrilling, hair-raising fun!

PURCHASE

Artist, Evangeline Mensah is slowly losing the mind beneath her afro. A part of it has to do with rock star, Gabriel Walker strolling his fine self into her exhibition, after giving her the best night of her life and looking quite determined to do so again. The other part is all about the strange things happening to her home and the dreams she's having. Dreams that make her feel really odd around cool, fashion photographer Michael Lee. Not to mention they feature women who turn up dead.
Instinct and an over protective Gabriel warn her to steer clear of Michael but there is something so familiar about Michael, she can't help but be drawn to him regardless that darkness seems to be surrounding him. And it's just coincidence that he just happens to live one solitary floor above her own home. That's all. Coincidence.

PURCHASE

Jen Hanover, depressed and reclusive after her husband's suicide, finds her life changed forever when she meets a mysterious, brooding rebel named Alejandro. At first, he seems to be exactly what Jen needs. But things quickly spiral out of control as Alejandro reveals the frightening extent of his obsessive nature and violent past. Desperate to end the dangerous affair, Jen is determined to be free of him. Yet the more she tries to escape from Alejandro's passionate clutches, the more threatening he becomes. The story unravels with heart-pounding suspense as Jen finds herself up against a criminal mind, far more dangerous than she could have ever imagined. In the end, Jen discovers not only the darkest truths about love and the human condition, but must also face the lurking demons within herself.

PURCHASE

A disfigured man develops a friendship over the Internet, but when the two finally meet, events take a surprising turn.

PURCHASE

ï»¿The Journal of a Man in Love are short stories that chronicles the private thoughts and actions of a man completely, totally and utterly in love with his woman. Written completely from a male point of view, take a peek inside what's in a man's heart and mind

Changeling Press - Badland Warriors: Comanche

2011-10-20T19:48:00.000-07:00

Changeling Press - Badland Warriors: Comanche

Book Summary

Aylen has devoted her life to educating children. Determined not to recycle the myths the government force-feeds the populace, she prides herself on teaching her students the truth about the government and the history of humanity.

But then a myth shows up at her door. Trapped in a horrible earthquake, Aylen is rescued by First Generation Warriors. They shouldn't exist! And they certainly shouldn't make her blood boil and her heart melt. One, touch and Aylen's life will never be the same.

In the Badlands you can scream all you want... with pleasure.

An Open Letter to Dr. Cornell West « Commentaries on the Times

2011-10-18T19:20:00.000-07:00

An Open Letter to Dr. Cornell West « Commentaries on the Times

Quel Scandale

2011-10-02T15:59:00.001-07:00

What's your fantasy? We all have them, even women. Quel Scandale is a woman’s answer to Penthouse ~ hot, steamy fantasy naughty enough for a man, but made for a woman. Perfect for a quick me up in the middle of the day or a bed time read guaranteed to give you delicious dreams.

Make a video - it's fun, easy and free!
www.onetruemedia.com

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

2011-09-21T19:22:00.000-07:00

The theme today? Tough Love ~
‘Cause a little spanking
never hurt anybody!

Scenario: A BDSM club that caters to vampire royalty

Set Up: It takes a brave human soul to dare offer themselves up to a Vampire Dungeon. Demetri and Vlad are vampire royalty, so they've seen their share of submissives come and go. The one they name Blossom, however, piques their interest like no other ever has. Together, they intend to discover if the little human has what it takes to be the Vampires' Mate.

Click to Purchase

“Seems like our little Blossom has something of a rebellious streak, hm?”

Demetri could sense Vlad’s surprise. It wasn’t that they needed a submissive -- not just any submissive, anyway. They needed the woman who would be their mate. The urge had come upon the two a while back, driving them to search anywhere and everywhere they could. If she was submissive, so much the better; it saved time trying to train someone to what both Vampires needed. But Vlad honestly hadn’t been paying attention to that part. He was too caught up in the way her mouth worked his dick. Demetri really didn’t blame him. What he had seen had been masterful.

“She is rather bold,” Demetri commented between clenched teeth, but I prefer you not point it out now, he added just to Vlad, telepathically. The mind-to-mind communication came easy to them at this point in their relationship. Not just anyone could communicate telepathically with a Vampire. Only his mate. For political reasons, Demetri and Vlad chose to keep their true connection secret. Though they weren’t of the same linage, they both had royal blood. Admitting they were mates might seem to some as if they were trying to consolidate power, and Vampires loved nothing so much as they loved power.

“I think that’s something we’ll need to rid her of, don’t you think, Demetri?” Vlad’s voice deepened, getting deliciously dangerous. Demetri loved it, loved what they would do next.

“Perhaps. It will definitely be fun working on that.” Demetri took a step away and lightly caressed Blossom’s cheek with a single finger. “Do you know what a breeder’s bench is, little one?” Her gaze darted around the room before settling on the smooth leather, padded bench. She took a deep breath and nodded, causing Demetri’s cock to jump once more. “Go and position yourself on the bench and stay perfectly still.”

Blossom rose gracefully to her feet and padded across the room, climbing onto the narrow, table-like bench. Without being told, she got to her knees, but laid her upper body flat on the table, leaving her ass high in the air. With a little nudge from Demetri, Vlad followed, securing her hands and feet to the bench with built-in cuffs on either side, front and back. The padding made it comfortable both for her and for a man on his knees, pounding into her from behind. The restraints held her legs apart, allowing them both to observe the glistening flower of her cunt, to smell her arousal.

“What a lovely sight,” Vlad purred. Demetri smiled at his lover’s growl of approval. It wasn’t until Vlad had her neatly secured that he realized she’d assumed a position both of them wanted. The female had good instincts.

“Very. It will be an even better sight when her ass glows red under my hand,” Demetri answered. He didn’t miss the subtle shiver that made Blossom’s body tremble, or the tiny drop of moisture that trickled down one thigh.

Don’t forget to check out the scenario from these Red Hot authors!!!!

Sienna Mynx

Serenity King

Koko Brown

Claiming Lori - All Romance Ebooks

2011-09-19T16:48:00.000-07:00

Claiming Lori - All Romance Ebooks

Vampires' Mate: Demetri by Shara Azod

2011-09-15T14:06:00.000-07:00

Vampires' Mate: Demetri by Shara Azod

What's the Scenario Wednesday!!!!

2011-09-07T09:00:00.000-07:00

The theme today? Ummmm…a hot, steamy kiss. Is there anything better?

Scenario: In a dark parking lot after closing right on the San Diego beach.

Set Up: Robin was running. Mason knew she felt the heat between them, but she steadfastly refused to act on it. Tired of waiting for her to give in, he decides to take matters in his own hands.

Click to Purchase!

Available Now!!!

Robin walked with Lark as they exited the building. Immediately, the blood rushed from Mason’s brain to his cock in a big whoosh. Simply watching her walk was an erotic adventure. Her rounded hips swayed exotically as she walked nonchalantly not paying any attention to her surroundings. He leaned lazily against her car, waiting to see how long it would be before she noticed him. Lark hugged her briefly before heading to her own car and Robin dug into her purse for her keys. Mason frowned.

“You should have more sense,” he growled.

Robin screamed and jumped back. The woman had no self-preservation and little sense sometimes. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He advanced on her, letting his anger show. “Always have your keys out and ready when you go to your car in the dark. If I’d wanted to hurt you, I could have grabbed you and hauled you off before you could do anything about it because you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.” Each step he took toward her was met with a step backward from her. He had her off balance and he needed to keep it that way.

For the first time since he’d met her, Robin said nothing. She looked more than half scared as she backed away from him. Bumping into the side of her car was the only thing that prevented her from turning and running. He could see it in her eyes. Finally, he’d gotten through her sass.

Mason didn’t respect her personal space. Instead, he pressed his body against hers, wedging one of his legs between her thighs and pulling her to him with one hand at the small of her back. “A little late to be afraid, sugar,” he drawled. “I’ve got you right where I want you and there isn’t much you can do about it.”

He gave her a moment. He wanted her on the edge of fear, not truly afraid of him. A healthy dose of apprehension did wonders for the sex drive. If he played this right, he’d have her screaming his name inside half an hour. Sooner even. He couldn’t think of any other way to get past her defenses. Charm damn sure didn’t work.

Watching her closely, he tightened his hold on her, tunneling his hand into her hair and balling his fist. He pulled her head back until she looked up at him all wide eyed. When he saw the spark of lust he’d been waiting for in her eyes’, he lowered his head and kissed her. Mason didn’t wait for her to accept him, to open for him. He nipped her bottom lip. When she gasped, he plunged his tongue inside, claiming what was his. Taking what he wanted. For her part, Robin offered little resistance. Mason figured he had her so off balance, she didn’t know what to do. He could taste her excitement, and feel the trembling of her lips as he plundered her mouth while taking complete control.

Still she didn’t submit entirely. Robin kissed him back as hard as he kissed her. It was a struggle for dominance, a bid for supremacy. The pleasure evoked from touching her skin so intimately almost made him want to simply go with it, not force the issue of who was in control. But knowing she’d never accept a man not a dominant in bed made him wrestle control from her. When she gripped his shoulders, he merely grasped her hands and thrust them behind her, holding them in one of his much bigger hands, and kept kissing her, growling a little as he did so.

Before they left this place, Robin would know she was his. Even now, he felt her beginning to surrender a little more. It was in the slight trembling of her body, in the little whimpers that escaped as he plundered her mouth. When finally she relaxed against him, sighing and simply melting into him, Mason knew he had her.

Don’t forget to check out the scenario from these Red Hot authors!!!!

Sienna Mynx

Serenity King

Koko Brown

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

2011-08-31T07:51:00.000-07:00

Welcome back to another exciting What’s Up Wednesday! This week we are exploring Chemistry 101 but don’t worry, this is nothing like you had back in science class…or is it?

Today's scene comes from a short by myself and Marteeka Karland entitled The Awakening kicking of a new series, Quel Scandale! coming soon!

Theme: CHEMISTRY 101

Setting: A nearly deserted neighborhood gym

Set-up: Jordan is sick and tired of being sick and tired. She’s long since realized she’s lost the interest of her husband, who hasn’t touched her in years, but what was more, she’s lost interest in herself. Determined to change her life around and make a fresh start she decides to join a gym to shape up her body while shaping up her life. The very last thing she ever expected was for sexy gym owner Thorn to take a special interest in her journey to self disco very, but boy does he help!

"Okay, Jordan," he began in a tone that wrapped around her insides and squeezed. The man had the sexiest voice! "Tell me what you want to accomplish most with your time here?"

She almost laughed. This was too surreal. "Well, I think that's pretty obvious. I need to lose some weight. I’d like to look…better.”

Again, he eyed her up and down. Those blue eyes saw way more than she wanted him to.
"Stop that," she said. His gaze snapped back to her face immediately.

"Stop what?" His voice held genuine puzzlement, as if he didn't realize what he was doing. Which he probably didn't. He looked at women for a living. “You look pretty good to me. What am I doing that is making you blush like that?”

"Nothing, I just... It's a little uncomfortable having you scrutinize my body like that."

The last thing she expected was the slow smile that grazed his mouth. "Well, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. I just don’t think you look bad at all." He held out his hand, obviously expecting her to take it. "How about we concentrate on toning?”

Toning? Was he serious? She’d gone up at least five sizes since she’d been married.

“I think I need to lose a few pounds.” The guy was taking this whole make-the-customer-feel-good thing too far. It was silly, it was stupid, it was making her much too wet between her legs. Her sweats were light gray, for crying out loud; the last thing she wanted to do was disgrace herself utterly. “Let’s concentrate on that first.”

Thorn stepped closer into her personal space, their bodies brushing ever so slightly. God, he worked in a flipping gym! How come he smelled so good? His big hands framed her hips, then slid ever so slowly up her waist. Jordan glanced around nervously. Lord, this was awkward!

“Perhaps you didn’t understand what I was trying to say.” Thorn’s hands slid down to her hips, then back up to her waist. "I don't know why a woman with your curves would want to lose them. Though it's hard to tell exactly what you look like in the frumpy clothes you try to hide in." He stepped impossibly closer so that Jordan’s hands automatically slid up his chest. Every ridge and valley of his torso branded her palms. The man had a seriously hard body, and her mouth went dry at the thought of being able to explore it. Lord, this had to be a dream. The lopsided grin he flashed at her made her want to melt.

She tried to step back. If everyone in that stupid gym was watching them, she'd just die right there, but there was no one anywhere around them. They were alone. Jordan's heart rate leapt. What was happening here?

When she didn't move, he ran one hand up her arm to her chin and forced her gently to meet his gaze yet again. "Will you let me show you something, Jordan?" His husky question offered acceptance. She wanted that like she'd wanted nothing else in her entire life. She wanted Thorn, but she still wasn't sure what he was getting at. Hell, for all she knew, he was playing her, enjoying the feeling of power he got from turning her on.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea—" But he stopped her with a thumb to her lips.

"Don't think about it." He was rapidly closing the distance between their lips, and she was powerless to move away. "Just close your eyes and feel."

Be sure to check out other Wednesday scenarios from these red hot authors!

Koko Brown
Serenity King
Sienna Minx
Tuesday Morrigan

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

2011-08-23T21:55:00.000-07:00

Scenario: A cantina catering to those on the fringes or even fully underground on Earth-like planet in a far galaxy that exasperates the classes by domes.

Set Up: All Tyr wanted was a drink. Well that and some female companionship. Being a hired assassin was a lonely life, but it was the life he chose. No strings, no problems. The little lost innocent that wandered into the bar was definitely not his problem. Spoiled little princess like her spelled trouble no matter what language you spoke. The fact she was attracting all kinds of attention was not his problem. He would not go rescue her from her fate. She should have nown better than to walk into a cantina fo far away from the cloud dome. Nope he wasn;t going to...

Aw, hell.

Click to Purchase

     “What are you doing? Let me go!” The panic in her voice was unmistakable. “I’m meeting someone --”
     “Sure you are. It’s a little late for fear now, little one,” he hissed. “You have no business in a place like this.” Deliberately, he swung her around in the direction of the two lizards. They looked as if they had every intention of fighting Tyr for her, even knowing he could break their scaly necks with little effort. Some things were worth fighting for, and this little redhead was definitely one of them. Oh, no, where the hell had that thought come from? Nope, not gonna happen. He was going to get her out of here, and that would be that.
      She trembled beneath his touch. Good. The wench wasn’t a total dimwit. She looked up at him with a mixture of fear and excitement in her startlingly green eyes. She should really stop that. He was seconds away from pushing her up against the wall as it was. That body of hers was begging for it. Her breast brushed against his arm, her sweet smell enveloping his senses.
     Tyr didn’t stop once they were outside. He kept going, practically dragging her behind him. They needed to get to a place of relative safety, which wasn’t saying much this close to the surface. Those Cardilians might feel lucky and think the two of them could take him with no one around to break up the fight. It was tricky avoiding the entrances to alleys, and it was imperative he remain aware of their surroundings as well as the woman at his side.
      “Where are you taking me?” Her voice was going up in pitch and volume in her fright. Good. She needed to know what kind of danger she was in. She definitely didn’t need to be in this part of the city, and she needed to know why.
     “I’m going to put you on a train back to the upper levels.” And away from him. “You have no business down here.” Temptation like this was deadly to a man like him. First came the intense attraction, then BAM! he was lying in an unmarked grave somewhere because he’d been paying attention to her instead of everything around him. He was a man alone, an assassin. He was feared, damn it. Women like her were nothing but problems on top of complications.
     “At least come with me.”
     He stopped then. Maybe she really was a dimwit? Did he look like a fucking escort? “Now, why the fuck would I do that?”
     “If you send me back, I’m as good as dead.”
     Now, that got his attention. “That’s a hell of a thing to say. Why would someone want to kill you?”
     “It’s my fiancé. My father agreed to the match because he seemed so in love with me, but it was really all a ploy to get my father’s money. If you help me, I’d be willing to pay anything you asked.”
      Immediately, his half-hard cock sprang to full attention. It happened so fast, he nearly fell to his knees as the blood made a beeline away from his brain. Didn’t that just open up all kinds of possibilities? It brought to mind all kinds of nasty little scenarios. Her on her knees, mouth open, full of his cock. Legs sticking up in the air, ankles resting on his shoulders. Or the best yet, her tied to his bed, wet and open and willing. Hell, at this point, he’d take her any way he could get her.
      “I assume you had a plan when you came down here?” His voice had gone husky. He didn’t want to scare her off, but it was next to impossible to remain calm when she smelled like she did. He wondered if her pussy would smell as sweet as the rest of her. Or taste as good. His mouth watered at the thought of burying his head between her thighs. She reminded him of the botanical gardens he’d visited topside after the simulated rain. Fresh. Feminine. Innocent. And so damn hot.
     Christ! He couldn’t think about that, or he really would rip her clothes off and take her where she stood. It would be easy enough to grip her hips and enter her standing up. He’d fuck her for all he was worth, then carry her home caveman style and do it all over again. Unbidden, the image of her sex, covered in a silky down of red curls, popped into his mind, and he actually groaned aloud.
     “Well, I was hoping to find someone to escort me back and imply we’d had sex.” She looked at him with innocent eyes, and Tyr knew he was looking at her as if she’d grown a second head. Was she fucking kidding?
     “Are you serious? You expect me to imply we had sex? Just what plane of reality do you live on, lady?”
     “I said I’d pay you well.”
     Fuck! The innocence shining in her eyes couldn’t possibly be faked. She actually expected whatever man she found for this job to accept money in payment. Tyr was pretty sure the thought of her “escort” wanting more from her than money had never entered her mind.
     “Stop.” He raised a hand when she would have argued more. “What’s your name? Before we go any farther, I think introductions are in order.”
     “Arienne.”
     Well, fuck, she would have a name as sugary sweet as she looked, wouldn’t she? “Arienne.” He repeated the name just to see how it felt on his tongue. It felt too good for his peace of mind. Her name did nothing to return blood flow to his brain. If anything, his cock only throbbed harder, more insistently. “Well, Arienne, we may come to an agreement, but I’m wondering if you’ve really thought this out.”
     “Of course I have,” she said matter-of-factly. “I can pay you any price you want. All you have to do is escort me back to my fiancé, tell him I picked you up in a bar and had sex with you. He’s so concerned with appearances, he’ll drop me like so much garbage.”
     “You need a good spanking, Arienne,” he muttered. “Besides, I seriously doubt anyone would believe you picked me up. Or anyone in this Godforsaken place, for that matter.” He already knew he would be the one doing the spanking… as he drove into her hard and fast from behind. Damned if she didn’t blush a few shades lighter than the flame of her hair. Why did that turn him on even more? “Have you considered that no one else in your class would want you, either? You’ll be condemning yourself to a life of being shunned. Your parents, too. Will they let you stay in their home if you come back to them after screwing a roughneck?” That was safer than thinking about what she’d almost done and the punishment she so richly deserved.
     Her face paled a little at that, but she only raised her chin. “My mother might have one of her spells, but my father loves me.” Tyr could see tears glistening in her eyes, but she held her ground. “He’ll be very disappointed, but he would never turn his back on me.”
     Tyr didn’t bat an eyelash. If she was willing to let her reputation be ruined, he was willing to take her up on it. “In that case, why not do the real thing? Go all out. You said to name my price.” He moved into her personal space, crowding her in the hopes she’d beat feet, run back to her safe little world. Then she’d go tell Daddy, like she should’ve in the first place. “My price is sex. With you. If you want me to take Daddy’s little girl back home, you’re going to have to let me fuck you.”

Hopefully this excerpt will get you over the Wednesday hump! Want to read more introductions, click on the author links below:

Sienna Mynx
Serenity King
Koko Brown

Changeling Press - Death Bringer

2011-08-11T16:08:00.000-07:00

Changeling Press - Death Bringer

New from Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

All Tyr wants is a stiff drink and an easy woman. He isn't the hero type. The lost little socialite who wanders into the roughneck cantina is not his problem. Let someone else escort her back to the Sky City where the rich and powerful live.

Only when she starts to get the wrong kind of attention, Tyr can't turn away. Those luscious curves and flame-red hair are like a beacon, and he's not immune. When she tells him what she wants -- well, now, isn't she lucky he's in the mood for a little down and dirty?

How could he know the succulent little Arienne is his next contract, should he choose to take it? And who could guess she's just the woman to bring life to the Death Bringer?

EXCERPT!

All Tyr wanted was to finish his ale and find a hot woman willing to spend the entire night fucking. For once, he was Tyr. Not a lethal assassin. Just Tyr. He’d stopped in a little town -- a tiny shit-hole of a place, really -- that was directly beneath the upscale Metro City. He’d hoped to rest before delving into his next job that would take him back into a world of death. He was tired. So very tired.

Even though he was minding his own business and not on the hunt, he’d placed himself in a corner where he could see everyone while he was still swathed in shadow. But even if he’d thrown his cloak over his head and ducked under the table, he would’ve had to be blind not to see the buxom redhead walking into the cantina. She looked like a woman who was not used to being in this part of the city. She looked more like she belonged in one of the sky cities, not one this close to the surface of the planet. However, those luscious curves made up for a heck of a lot. Whoever she was, he wasn’t about to start asking questions.

The cities beneath the sky dwellings were dark, dangerous places, and this cantina was one of the worst. Deciding it would be better to let her find her own way and not invite trouble, he turned back to his drink.

He was a jaded man, but damn, she had his cock half hard just from looking at her. Despite his resolve, he kept casting glances out of the corner of his eyes, watching as she wandered into the place all adorably lost. She seemed not to notice every eye in the bar was riveted to her, and not just from the sensual way her hips swayed. He’d bet her short skirt and fuck-me boots cost more than most of the steely-eyed, questionable types here made in a full moon cycle. It was impossible not to notice several interested roughneck types mentally calculating all sorts of things, which also didn’t sit well with him. Why he should care was anyone’s guess.

“No way. Not getting involved. She came in here on her own -- she can damned well leave on her own. She should’ve had better sense.” Great -- now he was talking to himself.

There were two bottle blondes with artificial enhancements giving him the serious eye. He could talk them both upstairs right now and forget all about Little Miss All Natural and… Shit, those stiff little nipples were just begging for his lips to cover them, greedily sucking to his heart’s content. And those hips! Ummm, weren’t they just begging to take a rough rider on a wild ride?

He really should concentrate on something else -- anything else. That girl was trouble. Big trouble. Hell, he was wanted almost everywhere on the Godforsaken planet! This woman not only didn’t belong here, she was probably running. She screamed innocence. In this place, it was as good as a death sentence. After a very brutal rape, that is. $So not the kind oftrouble he needed. Chances were good somebody important was looking for her.

That was when he noticed the two Cardilian lizards heading toward her with lust in their eyes -- well, those black slits they called eyes. Those sadistic, slimy green bastards would take what they wanted, then tear her apart with those sharp, razor-like teeth. Tyr’s jaw clenched. He was going to do it, go over and save her ass despite knowing it would only lead to more trouble. Maybe if he could get her outside, she’d realize the danger she was in and just go back home to whomever she was running from.

Standing, he pulled his cloak over his shaved head and stalked toward her. He didn’t worry about anyone recognizing him -- his assassin role was hidden so deep, only one other person knew who he really was. His only concern was that someone would see him with her. Such sweet, succulent prey was easily noticed, and anyone leaving with her would most definitely be remembered. That little fact alone would severely delay his next job. Nobody gave a shit while he was just another asshole drowning his issues in gut-rot ale. He glanced at the Cardilians, flashing the tattoo on his arm that indicated his cybernetic enhancements, and grabbed the little, fire-haired woman by the upper arm. Her eyes widened in alarm, and she tried to pull free, but he held on mercilessly.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” The panic in her voice was unmistakable. “I’m meeting someone --”

“Sure you are. It’s a little late for fear now, little one,” he hissed. “You have no business in a place like this.” Deliberately, he swung her around in the direction of the two lizards. They looked as if they had every intention of fighting Tyr for her, even knowing he could break their scaly necks with little effort. Some things were worth fighting for, and this little redhead was definitely one of them. Oh, no, where the hell had that thought come from? Nope, not gonna happen. He was going to get her out of here, and that would be that.

She trembled beneath his touch. Good. The wench wasn’t a total dimwit. She looked up at him with a mixture of fear and excitement in her startlingly green eyes. She should really stop that. He was seconds away from pushing her up against the wall as it was. That body of hers was begging for it. Her breast brushed against his arm, her sweet smell enveloping his senses.

Tyr didn’t stop once they were outside. He kept going, practically dragging her behind him. They needed to get to a place of relative safety, which wasn’t saying much this close to the surface. Those Cardilians might feel lucky and think the two of them could take him with no one around to break up the fight. It was tricky avoiding the entrances to alleys, and it was imperative he remain aware of their surroundings as well as the woman at his side.

“Where are you taking me?” Her voice was going up in pitch and volume in her fright. Good. She needed to know what kind of danger she was in. She definitely didn’t need to be in this part of the city, and she needed to know why.

“I’m going to put you on a train back to the upper levels.” And away from him. “You have no business down here.” Temptation like this was deadly to a man like him. First came the intense attraction, then $BAM! he was lying in an unmarked grave somewhere because he’d been paying attention to her instead of everything around him. He was a man alone, an assassin. He was feared, damn it. Women like her were nothing but problems on top of complications.

“At least come with me.”

He stopped then. Maybe she really was a dimwit? Did he look like a fucking escort? “Now, why the fuck would I do that?”

“If you send me back, I’m as good as dead.”

Now, $that got his attention. “That’s a hell of a thing to say. Why would someone want to kill you?”

“It’s my fiancé. My father agreed to the match because he seemed so in love with me, but it was really all a ploy to get my father’s money. If you help me, I’d be willing to pay anything you asked.”

Immediately, his half-hard cock sprang to full attention. It happened so fast, he nearly fell to his knees as the blood made a beeline away from his brain. Didn’t $that just open up all kinds of possibilities? It brought to mind all kinds of nasty little scenarios. Her on her knees, mouth open, full of his cock. Legs sticking up in the air, ankles resting on his shoulders. Or the best yet, her tied to his bed, wet and open and willing. Hell, at this point, he’d take her any way he could get her.

“I assume you had a plan when you came down here?” His voice had gone husky. He didn’t want to scare her off, but it was next to impossible to remain calm when she smelled like she did. He wondered if her pussy would smell as sweet as the rest of her. Or taste as good. His mouth watered at the thought of burying his head between her thighs. She reminded him of the botanical gardens he’d visited topside after the simulated rain. Fresh. Feminine. Innocent. And so damn hot.

Christ! He couldn’t think about that, or he really would rip her clothes off and take her where she stood. It would be easy enough to grip her hips and enter her standing up. He’d fuck her for all he was worth, then carry her home caveman style and do it all over again. Unbidden, the image of her sex, covered in a silky down of red curls, popped into his mind, and he actually groaned aloud.
“Well, I was hoping to find someone to escort me back and imply we’d had sex.” She looked at him with innocent eyes, and Tyr knew he was looking at her as if she’d grown a second head. Was she fucking kidding?

“Are you serious? You expect me to $imply we had sex? Just what plane of reality do you live on, lady?”

“I said I’d pay you well.”

Fuck! The innocence shining in her eyes couldn’t possibly be faked. She actually expected whatever man she found for this job to accept money in payment. Tyr was pretty sure the thought of her “escort” wanting more from her than money hadnever entered her mind.

“Stop.” He raised a hand when she would have argued more. “What’s your name? Before we go any farther, I think introductions are in order.”

“Arienne.”

Well, fuck, she would have a name as sugary sweet as she looked, wouldn’t she? “Arienne.” He repeated the name just to see how it felt on his tongue. It felt too good for his peace of mind. Her name did nothing to return blood flow to his brain. If anything, his cock only throbbed harder, more insistently. “Well, Arienne, we may come to an agreement, but I’m wondering if you’ve really thought this out.”

“Of course I have,” she said matter-of-factly. “I can pay you any price you want. All you have to do is escort me back to my fiancé, tell him I picked you upin a bar and had sex with you. He’s so concerned with appearances, he’ll drop me like so much garbage.”

“You need a good spanking, Arienne,” he muttered. “Besides, I seriously doubt anyone would believe $you picked $me up. Or anyone in this Godforsaken place, for that matter.” He already knew he would be the one doing the spanking… as he drove into her hard and fast from behind. Damned if she didn’t blush a few shades lighter than the flame of her hair. Why did that turn him on even more? “Have you considered that no one else in your class would want you, either? You’ll be condemning yourself to a life of being shunned. Your parents, too. Will they let you stay in their home if you come back to them after screwing a roughneck?” That was safer than thinking about what she’d almost done and the punishment she so richly deserved.

Her face paled a little at that, but she only raised her chin. “My mother might have one of her spells, but my father loves me.” Tyr could see tears glistening in her eyes, but she held her ground. “He’ll be very disappointed, but he would never turn his back on me.”

Tyr didn’t bat an eyelash. If she was willing to let her reputation be ruined, he was willing to take her up on it. “In that case, why not do the real thing? Go all out. You said to name my price.” He moved into her personal space, crowding her in the hopes she’d beat feet, run back to her safe little world. Then she’d go tell Daddy, like she should’ve in the first place. “My price is sex. With you. If you want me to take Daddy’s little girl back home, you’re going to have to let me fuck you.”

Available Now

2011-08-06T11:49:00.000-07:00

Allie's Diary - Unconditional Surrender
by Allie Blocker $1.00

Allie moves into a new level with her relationship with Lewis. She has already given him her love, but she really to give him her everything? Take a peek into her diary and follow her journey to unconditional surrender.

I Saw You, Baby
by Shara Azod $1.99

Aina was running scared. Everywhere she looked, there was Master Sergeant Daiki Wakahisa, looking so fine it made her weak in the knees. Knowing she couldn’t
The Boys have him, she chose to run, vacating any area he was at. Little did she know the Master Sergeant was watching, and counting the second when he could make her his.

Introducing - The Boys of Summer

Working it Out
by Nikki Winter $2.99

Friends?
Carlo Santiago had good friends and bad ones but he’d never had a strange one until he met Aubrey Richards. How one woman could turn his world inside out without any effort was astonishing and scary all at the same time. Three years of having someone use all your personal things at their whim was nothing new to him but what happens when Aubrey decides she needs just him?

Or Lovers?
Aubrey was strange. She knew it and so did everyone else around her but only one man besides her Daddy seemed to have the tolerance for it. Carlo Santiago was the epitome of hotness. Everything from his intellect to his way of making her feel normal and his gorgeous looks intrigued Aubrey and she knew that if nothing else happened between them they at least needed to be friends. When the small issue came up of her needing to drop a few pounds she knew exactly where to go. Hitting the mat with Carlo becomes a challenge but the real fun starts when they hit the sheets…

Excerpt:

Aubrey smacked his shoulder, taking some satisfaction when he winced. “All that nasty stuff you got going on in your head, just let it go.”

He tried to look innocent and failed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Okay, when you throw out an image of two beautiful women alone in a dressing room… What do you expect?”

“I expect for you to act like you have some sense so I don’t have to find my blade.”

“Perhaps you’ll be naked when you use said blade?” He looked hopeful.

She shrugged. “Why not throw you a bone before you take your last breath?”

“See, I thought you’d just be naked, I never thought you’d throw me a bone too.”

She patted his cheek. “Quiet yourself and feed me before I start screaming.”

Carlo chuckled and let her slide into the booth before him as they sat across from Gwen and Tony. He held the menu back from her. “They’ve got a turkey club on rye and some baked chips that you’ll love.”

“Are you telling me what to eat?” she queried softly.

“And risk the tendons in the backs of my ankles being sliced? I don’t think so. I know your eating patterns, and I know today is your sandwich day.” He sat back with a smug expression.

“It’ll also be the day I finally use my shovel if you don’t wipe that look off your face.”

Gwen and Tony snorted. Turning toward her in the booth, Carlo said, “You can’t kill me because you love me so stop with the grumpy act, order the sandwich, and then kiss me as a thank you.”

“How about I let my foot kiss your—”

Since they argued and argued a lot, Aubrey didn’t expect Carlo’s tongue in her mouth anytime soon. Not to say she hadn’t thought about it happening more than enough times, she just hadn’t expected it to happen now, and she really didn’t expect her nipples to harden so much that they stung—nor was she prepared for the flood of moisture that hit her right between the thighs.

“Damn…” she heard somebody mutter but was too busy enjoying Carlo’s hands in her hair, tugging her head back for him to plunder her mouth some more. Her hands returned the favor as she enjoyed the growl that rumbled through his chest.

“We might as well clear the table since it looks like they’ll need it.”

Aubrey managed to pry her eyes open and broke off the kiss when Gwen said that. Her back hit the booth again, and she took in a lungful of air.

“Here girl, have some water. I think he sucked your mouth dry.” Gwen handed her a glass and turned away, but Aubrey could tell she was fighting off laughter. Tony just shook his head and winked at her while Carlo looked rather…agitated.

“Any reason you’re looking at me like that other than your obvious desire to lose your eyes?” she asked when she could breathe normally.

“I wasn’t done,” he answered. Did he just…growl that? Normally Aubrey would’ve gone for her blade, but all he did was make her clit start doing the tango. Yeah, she was crazy, but this was a whole other level.

The Politician

by Marteeka Karland &

Shara Azod$3.99

James followed the music and lost his heart. Lark wasn't a woman he could ignore even if he'd wanted to. She called to him on a level he didn't understand and could care less about. All he knew was that, once he'd seen her, he had to make her his. No matter the cost to himself.

Lark is a free spirit. She lives day to day, celebrating the good, but realizing that some things just can't be. That includes any kind of meaningful relationship with Congressman James Buchanan. The good Senator was elected in South Georgia and there was just no way in hell he keeps his seat if he's caught in a compromising situation with a black woman.

Except that's exactly what happens. Now, Lark must leave him or risk destroying his career, something she's not willing to do. But is James willing to go against the man who's always spearheaded his campaigns and helped take James so far up the political ladder?

Excerpt:
   Lark felt her world veer off kilter. Spinning around, she turned to face him. She knew anger blazed in her eyes, but she couldn't help it. "That's not funny, James." She might dream at night in her heart of hearts, but the damned man had no right to do this to her. "Don't joke about something like that. It's not nice."   She was very close to tears, and that made her all the more angry at him.

   When she would have pushed away from him, his hands framed her face, forcing her to look at him. "I'm not joking, Lark." The intensity in his eyes took her breath. Even in the moonlight, she could see passion glittering there. He shook her a little, obviously trying to make his point. "I swear to you, I will marry you, if you'll have me. House seat be damned."

   Was she a fool to believe him? She wanted to, so bad it hurt. While Lark wasn't a pessimist, she didn't believe in fairytale endings. Still, the chemistry was very real between the two of them. It just wasn't the kind of connection she expected someone like James to acknowledge. From all that she had ever seen of him he was a very practical person. Not the kind of man who fell for a woman he'd just met.

   “I want to believe you.” She really did. But she hadn't made it this far in life by being a fool.

   “Then take a chance.” James tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer until they were face to face. "I promise you won't regret it." Then, he claimed her mouth with his.

   Being kissed by James was like being consumed. When his tongue swept into her mouth, she lost all coherent thought. All that mattered was him. Kissing him. Loving him. He seemed to invade every part of her, taking her outside herself and transporting her to the clouds.

   Of their own accord, her arms slid around his neck, her fingers finding the strands of hair at the back of his neck. His body pressed against her was so hard and warm, she wanted to crawl inside of him, climb him, let him take care of her. She wasn't a weak woman—quite the opposite—but James’ strength of body and character made her feel very feminine. Having him look after her wouldn't be such a bad thing.

   They'd stopped underneath the pier, the waves crashing along the pylons in deeper water. Before she knew it, her back was against one of the large wooden braces and James' hand bunched in her dress, palming her flesh as he slid it ever upward. His thumbs hooked over the waist of her thong and pulled it down her legs. He had to kneel to remove them, placing them in his pocket.

   "I'll just hang on to these," he mumbled as he stood. "You can have them back after the wedding."

Irresistible 6/23/11 at OneTrueMedia.com

2011-06-28T14:39:00.001-07:00

Click the Pic to Purchase

Inescapable

The attraction was instant, immediate, too inescapable for either to resist.

Inexplicable

Delilah was a stripper, trying to make a better life for herself. Edward was a professor from old money trying to save his nephew from a femme fatale. They had nothing in common, no reason to come together, no reason to love one another.

Irrepressible

No matter how Delilah tried to deny her feelings for Edward, he would not allow her to run away from what they both couldn’t deny. As passion crackled and flamed between them, Delilah found herself swept away by Edward with a ferocity that would not be denied.

Irresistible

Sometimes love will not be denied. Sometime passion will not be tamed. Two forces come together and cannot break apart.

Make video montages at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Coming Soon!!!!!

2011-06-23T20:42:00.000-07:00

Inescapable

The attraction was instant, immediate, too inescapable for either to resist.

Inexplicable

Delilah was a stripper, trying to make a better life for herself. Edward was a professor from old money trying to save his nephew from a femme fatale. They had nothing in common, no reason to come together, no reason to love one another.

Irrepressible

No matter how Delilah tried to deny her feelings for Edward, he would not allow her to run away from what they both couldn’t deny. As passion crackled and flamed between them, Delilah found herself swept away by Edward with a ferocity that would not be denied.

Irresistible

Sometimes love will not be denied. Sometime passion will not be tamed. Two forces come together and cannot break apart

Not Hot Enough For You?

2011-06-16T17:01:00.000-07:00

Take a trip into the back seat for a spicy lunch or midnight snack to get you all hot under the collar!!

Zoe was content with her life as the king's gardener. She had a home and the finest garden in the galaxy. What more could a girl want?

Well, there was the king's son, Prince Abbas. He was Zoe's greatest wet dream come true. For five years, she'd fantasized about him from afar, but never dared to approach him. Besides, he was too... royal for her liking.

When the king arranges a marriage for Abbas, Zoe's life is changed forever. Will she be content to forever lust after the prince, or will she grab what she wants and take it?

Or will he make that decision for her...

Paxton Wainwright never planned on coming home to Essex, Connecticut, especially after fifteen years of being free of the title of the ‘mayor’s son’. The small town held nothing but dark memories and an unrequited need for one female, Delilah Gibbs.

Imagine his surprise when he returned home to see none other than Delilah in his father’s bedroom, acting as his physical therapist. Paxton still felt the same flash of need as he did all those years ago.

The question is, can he make Delilah feel it too?

Skylar Moore had been looking for a new, exciting job. Taking a position as a civilian contractor in the middle of a war zone was probably a tad extreme, but it was the best decision she had ever made.

How could she complain when she had not one, but two of the sexiest body guards/escorts on the face of the earth. Majors Ashe Marshall and Shannon O’Shea were the finest damn Marines in the entire Corps. It was hard to pretend she wasn’t interested in more than an escort to local Afghan villages. The problem was which one did she like the most? There was no way she could choose.

Luckily she didn’t have to…

B is for Backseat - Double Duty by Shara Azod | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

2011-06-16T16:44:00.000-07:00

B is for Backseat - Double Duty by Shara Azod | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

B is for Backseat - Waiting in Essex by Nevea Lane | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

2011-06-16T16:43:00.000-07:00

B is for Backseat - Waiting in Essex by Nevea Lane | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

B is for Backseat - Zero G Spot by Marteeka Karland | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

2011-06-16T16:42:00.000-07:00

B is for Backseat - Zero G Spot by Marteeka Karland | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

B is for Backseat

2011-06-14T22:51:00.000-07:00

Coming Soon...

The Rude Pundit

2011-05-30T12:36:00.000-07:00

The Rude Pundit

A pretty damn fine poem.

Didier Released!

2011-05-19T22:03:00.000-07:00

Click Cover to Purchase!!

Soleil is completely disgusted by how Didier moons after her cousin. Such a waste! And he was one seriously fine male specimen too. If only he were a bit more... alpha. Lord, what was she thinking? An Alpha male would completely take over her life. If he were interested, that is, which Didier wasn’t.

Didi can't figure out what put the burr under Soleil's saddle. She was always gives him the cold shoulder, evil looks, and he could’ve sworn she might’ve actually flipped him off a time or two. What was worse, her hostility only made him hard. Finding a way underneath her considerable defenses isn’t easy. Especially once he finds out she believes he holds a torch for her cousin, Jade.

It was quite a shock for Soleil to find out Didier not only wanted her, but he wanted her for keeps. Too bad she can’t be kept. What Soleil doesn't know is Didier is just like all the other men in his family. Once he decides he wants something, there is no stopping him.

SHHHHHHH!!!!!! Coming Friday....

2011-05-19T13:41:00.000-07:00

Guess Who's Coming

       It pissed Soleil off so much. Didier had excellent ultra alpha potential. Alphas don’t sulk however; it was almost like he was pissing away all that lovely maleness that family had in overabundance. Mooning over her cousin like some tragic figure was just so melodramatic. After a few months, a person moves on. Betas never got over what they considered “true love”. So in Soleil’s opinion Didier was a goner for good. He was forever watching Jade, staring in her direction. It was pathetic. Then again, he was so damn stoic. That was generally an alpha trait; unless he was just some hybrid intellectual beta.
        Wait… why was she thinking about him again? Didier was none of her concern. Let Madére deal with him, she had better things to do.
      “Besides, he’s still in love with my damn cousin. Forget him.”
      Leaning back against the rim of the tub, Soleil closed her eyes and forced herself to think of anything else: The sounds of the bayou at night, the chorus of crickets, frogs and various other creatures serenading the moon; the heady perfume of flora and fauna in first bloom, just beginning to bring forth new life. She tried to picture herself in the midst of it all, calm and serene, at one with nature. Just as she was really getting into the self-imposed vision, Didier stood right there in her imagination, daring her with those eyes of his. It should be illegal to invade someone’s day dreams.
      “Want me to wash your back?”
      Nope. This was not happening. There was no way she was hearing the faint trace of a French-Canadian accent practically purred into her ear. That wasn’t breath she felt against her skin causing a wealth of goose bumps to rise all over her arms and chest. Most of all, there was absolutely no way a beta male would invade her sanctuary so brazenly and dare to run his fingertips light as a feather along the back of her shoulders. This had to be spring fever running wild; an unhealthy suppressed obsession manifesting itself in a vivid hallucination. Or maybe some nefarious soul or sprite slipped a little something among the sprigs of lavender she’s thrown into the fire.
“You are not here. If you were you would sputter out an apology for invading my personal private ritual and high tail it in the opposite direction. I don’t even know you that well, so there is no way Didier of those damnable Chevaliers would have the unmitigated gall to think to touch me in my bath.” Soleil refused to open her eyes. Even though she was positive this was some kind of waking dream, somewhere deep down inside she knew if she looked she would just be disappointed to find Didier really wasn’t there. “No beta male would be so bold, and Didier de Capêt is most certainly certified beta.”
      She spoke out loud only because words had power. People never seemed to realize just how powerful the spoken word could be. Words could create or destroy with just one careless slip of the tongue.
      “What the hell are you talking about?”

Cowboy Loving Night | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

2011-05-16T21:18:00.000-07:00

Cowboy Loving Night | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

Claiming Lana | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

2011-05-16T21:17:00.000-07:00

Claiming Lana | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

Double Up | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

2011-05-16T21:12:00.000-07:00

Double Up | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

Badland Warriors: Vikings - All Romance Ebooks

2011-05-16T06:19:00.000-07:00

Badland Warriors: Vikings - All Romance Ebooks

New Release!!!

2011-05-14T19:38:00.000-07:00

Click to Purchase

Dr.’s Orders by Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod

Dani's in need of some medical advice. A late night examination proves Dr. Sander has the cure for her condition -- as long as she follows the Dr.'s orders. Medicine has never been so easy to take.

EXCERPT!

Dani squirmed in the little chair behind the nurses' station, trying to concentrate on anything but Doc Bergman and all his Scandinavian deliciousness. “Call me Sander,” he'd said in that yummy, deep, accented voice. “There's no one here but the two of us most nights, anyway.” Hence her biggest problem. She had no business feeling all carnal toward the doctor she manned the rural clinic with from nine at night until five in the morning.

Because of budget cuts and an abysmal economy, the tiny clinic masquerading as a hospital could only afford to employ one doctor, a general practitioner and one nurse practitioner for this shift. Dani preferred nights. It was a heck of a lot quieter than during normal business hours when people generally came in. Only five of the ten rooms were occupied at the moment. Nothing too serious -- serious cases were Medi-Vaced to County General immediately, but serious enough that they couldn't go home. They all slept through the night, more or less.

Of course, Mrs. Martsten, a regular patient, was eighty-seven going on five with no one at home to look after her. The daytime doc just wanted to make sure she was taken care of.

So here Dani was. The all-too-handsome European transplanted MD leaned over the counter, giving her such a wicked grin she swore her panties had melted. Damn it, she was wearing powder blue scrubs -- she couldn't afford to get this wet, and with no touching to boot. It was criminal the way that man could make her feel.

“So are you going to help me with my little problem, Nurse Ellison?” Lord, but he knew how to pour it on thick. Her cunt spasmed just from those ice-blue eyes trailing her body as if she were sitting there in the buff.

Yep, he needed to be arrested right away. He was dangerous to the female population.

“I see no evidence of any medical malady, Doctor Bergman.”

She, on the other hand, definitely had a fever. And heart palpitations. And way too much estrogen running amok throughout her body.

“You think not?” Oh, he just had to go and step into the tiny nurses' station, didn't he? “And what is this if not a problem?”

Although Dani knew she really shouldn't have, she looked to where one long, thick finger was pointing. Her breath caught, and beads of sweat popped on out on her forehead. Good Mother Mary and the Three Wise Kings -- that could not possibly be real. The erection pressing insistently against his scrubs was one impressive log of pleasure just waiting to happen. Her mouth started to water, one of her legs moving up and down as if they wanted her to jump and jump now.

“I look at you, and this happens.” Sander had the nerve to look all lost and forlorn as he shook his head sadly. “No other woman does this to me. Only a cold, hard nurse who refuses to give me even a little kiss.”

Bullshit on top of bullshit, and Dani could care less. It sounded so damn good she would swallow that bullshit whole and ask for more. She really needed to get away from this man before she did something stupid. Instead she sat there like a bump on a log as the sexy Swedish man moved closer and closer until he was right there, bending down right in her face.

“Why do you not give me just a little kiss, Dani?”

How the hell was she supposed to say no to all that scrumptious maleness all up in her face like that? His exceedingly kissable-looking lips inched toward her, and Dani didn't move back. She wouldn't admit to a soul that she leaned into it. Not ever.

What Kind of Lover Do You Think This Hot Latin Man Is?

2011-04-28T18:56:00.000-07:00

Meet Arturo. He's the kind of man who takes what he wants. On May 5th, his sights are set on the woman he wants for keeps.

Silken Ties
Coming Soon!!!

Now Available!!!!

2011-04-27T15:09:00.000-07:00

Now Available!!!!

Acacius Montoya is doomed to repeat the same day at the Battle of Puebla for all eternity thanks to an evil warlock, Maximilian. The ebony bruja intervened just in time to save his soul from The Harvester. But who will save Mahogany from making a mistake that may cause her to miss the spiritual evolution necessary in shaping her future as a person and a witch

From the locker room to the bedroom these two dynamic people keep the timbers burning. While the fireworks are going on outside, Persia and Michael create their own brand of fireworks inside. Come join Persia and Michael as a Brooklyn block party to celebrate the holiday turns into a night to remember, Michael’s style.

There has never been another man for Dawn other than Joaquin. Sure, she's dated guys and had her fun, but Joaquin was always her ideal, no one could ever leave up to him. Unfortunately, there was no way she could ever tell him how she felt. If he’d wanted her, she was right there, and he’d never made a move.

Then came the annual neighborhood Cinco de Mayo celebration. Joaquin sees Dawn with his arch rival- there was no way he was going to allow that to happen. She was his, it was about time he claimed her. Things just go up hill from there…

***Continuation of sorts to His Willing Prey***

All in all, Miguel Estrada was the shit…and he knew it…and failed to pretend otherwise. These days Miguel didn’t waste time pretending a damn thing including love, hate, and fear. Ironically, he loved, hated and feared in equal portions. He hated injustice, ignorance and bigotry. He loved the women in his family, justice, and tres leche cake. Before meeting Entity Vivace, he’d feared nothing. After meeting Entity, he came to fear the chaos Entity might conjure up, the wrath of Entity’s sister, and when he was honest with himself, he feared the hold Entity had over him. Of course, he wasn’t admitting that last bit to anyone.

A black woman with junk in her trunk, an imagination that knows no bounds and a big sister who specialized in making her dreams come true, Entity Vivace was your run-of-the-mill ex- windsurfing and snowboarding champion turned entrepreneur. She had a thriving internet business, shops in South Beach, on North Shore, and now in Southern Cali. What she didn’t have was Tyler Morah—the hottest man on a board since the invention of the surfboard—which is why she’d turned to Miguel Estrada for help. Miguel might be three parts asshole and one part MF, but he was one of the most badazz attorneys…anywhere.

She’d asked him nicely to help her procure Tyler and she gave him a week to make it happen. Being the epitome of goodness and light that she was, she also gave him a list of repercussions of what would happen if he didn’t heed her. Silly man, not only did he not heed her, he ignored her. That left her with only one thing left to do: take him down. Knowing how much he liked tres leches cake made by his friend Carmen Rodriguez, she intercepted said culinary orgasm and ransomed it back to him…never realizing how far he’d go to get his tres leches cake back. Of course, he didn’t realize how far she’d go to bend him to her will. And neither of them had any idea how far their friends would go to see them together.

Carmen's story coming soon- Really, really soon...

Tomorrow!!!!

2011-04-26T18:48:00.000-07:00

Cinco de Mayo was a time to celebrate Hispanic heritage. Persia Andersen would like to celebrate it alright-after all, it was part of what had created Michael Fernando, director and owner of the Help Center where Persia is employed. Too bad Michael had never shown the slightest bit of interest in her or anyone around the Center. Until that magical night when inhibitions are set free. Persia found she wasn’t the only one hiding attraction.

From the locker room to the bedroom these two dynamic people keep the timbers burning. While the fireworks are going on outside, Persia and Michael create their own brand of fireworks inside. Come join Persia and Michael as a Brooklyn block party to celebrate the holiday turns into a night to remember, Michael’s style.

Exactly at midnight on May 5th, 2006 Mahogany Messeroux cast a spell to obtain the perfect man. She never dreamed the spell would deliver Acacius Montoya, a warrior straight from the Battle of Puebla, Mexico in 1862. For Mahogany, it was love at first sight. But--there is just one problem. The handsome Latino must return to his own time after every Cinco de Mayo and can only be summoned once a year. Five years later she discovers she has the opportunity of saving the man she loves and keeping him in her world on a regular basis, or so she thought.

Acacius Montoya is doomed to repeat the same day at the Battle of Puebla for all eternity thanks to an evil warlock, Maximilian. The ebony bruja intervened just in time to save his soul from The Harvester. But who will save Mahogany from making a mistake that may cause her to miss the spiritual evolvement necessary in shaping her future as a person and a witch?

Joaquin wants Dawn with a passion that borders on obsession. She was sister's best friend, and so he'd always considered her off limits. Yet he could never run away from her, he never let her go even if it was only in his head and heart. Her presence in his mind was the only thing that kept him going at times. The rigorous training in the Marines had been grueling, dirty work- it was thoughts of Dawn that helped get him through. Then his sister, Carmen, wrote him a warning. Dawn was seriously dating another man. Joaquin knows he has to make his move now, or lose her forever.

There has never been another man for Dawn other than Joaquin. Sure, she's dated guys and had her fun, but Joaquin was always her ideal, no one could ever leave up to him. Unfortunately, there was no way she could ever tell him how she felt. If he’d wanted her, she was right there, and he’d never made a move.

Then came the annual neighborhood Cinco de Mayo celebration. Joaquin sees Dawn with his arch rival- there was no way he was going to allow that to happen. She was his, it was about time he claimed her. Things just go up hill from there…

***Continuation of sorts to His Willing Prey***

Miguel Estrada had the pleasure of being the wet dream of many a woman. And why shouldn’t he be? At 6’2” and 235 pounds, he had the kind of body that was most often found gracing the cover of fitness magazines. He also had the kind of hair that was usually found headlining hair shows, which is why he rarely wore the glossy raven mane loose.   Despite his jaw-dropping good looks, Miguel wasn’t just good to look at, he also had brains. A nose for bullshit, and a knack for winning, along with a J.D. (with highest honors of course) from University of Chicago, netted him a partnership in one of the nation’s top law firms…and all of the perks that came with it.

All in all, Miguel Estrada was the shit…and he knew it…and failed to pretend otherwise. These days Miguel didn’t waste time pretending a damn thing including love, hate, and fear. Ironically, he loved, hated and feared in equal portions. He hated injustice, ignorance and bigotry. He loved the women in his family, justice, and tres leche cake. Before meeting Entity Vivace, he’d feared nothing. After meeting Entity, he came to fear the chaos Entity might conjure up, the wrath of Entity’s sister, and when he was honest with himself, he feared the hold Entity had over him.   Of course, he wasn’t admitting that last bit to anyone.

A black woman with junk in her trunk, an imagination that knows no bounds and a big sister who specialized in making her dreams come true, Entity Vivace was your run-of-the-mill ex- windsurfing and snowboarding champion turned entrepreneur. She had a thriving internet business, shops in South Beach, on North Shore, and now in Southern Cali. What she didn’t have was Tyler Morah—the hottest man on a board since the invention of the surfboard—which is why she’d turned to Miguel Estrada for help. Miguel might be three parts asshole and one part MF, but he was one of the most badazz attorneys…anywhere.

She’d asked him nicely to help her procure Tyler and she gave him a week to make it happen. Being the epitome of goodness and light that she was, she also gave him a list of repercussions of what would happen if he didn’t heed her. Silly man, not only did he not heed her, he ignored her. That left her with only one thing left to do: take him down. Knowing how much he liked tres leches cake made by his friend Carmen Rodriguez, she intercepted said culinary orgasm and ransomed it back to him…never realizing how far he’d go to get his tres leches cake back. Of course, he didn’t realize how far she’d go to bend him to her will.    And neither of them had any idea how far their friends would go to see them together.

Carmen's story coming soon- Really, really soon...

Craving Something Spicy?

2011-04-25T17:18:00.000-07:00

Coming this Wednesday, April 27th

Fair warning- Joaquin has been dibbs by Jayha cause she's greedy, and Miguel is mine, all mine.... Why? Read it, you'll see!

VOTE FOR BADLAND WARRIORS!!!!!!

2011-04-17T11:57:00.000-07:00

Hey y'all my book Badland Warriors: Vikings is up for Book of the Week at Whipped Cream so please show some love and vote for a sister. The poll Closes tonight!!!
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

Seeing as Teeka has some Badland hotness released today, look for a Badland chat soon! Remember,
They say in space, no one can hear you scream. But in the Badlands, you can scream all you want.

Changeling Press: Wylder Magick by Camille Anthony

2011-04-03T14:10:00.000-07:00

Changeling Press: Wylder Magick by Camille Anthony

Finally...The Jeanie has arrived 4/9/2011 - BeautifulTroublePublishing | Internet Radio | Blog Talk Radio

2011-04-02T19:28:00.000-07:00

Finally...The Jeanie has arrived 4/9/2011 - BeautifulTroublePublishing | Internet Radio | Blog Talk Radio

New Author!!!

2011-04-01T12:12:00.000-07:00

Introducing Allie Blocker!

Read a step by step diary of one woman's journey into an unconventional love that will overwhelm her sense and make her complete.

Click the pic to purchase.

Released!!!!

2011-04-01T10:16:00.000-07:00

Newly released and re-released titles, available now! Click the pic to buy!

A Wild Heart by RaeLynn Blue

Dr. Rashawna Reese let down her guard once before to her fellow research scientist, Dr. Javier Martinez, and she vowed she'd never lose control again. She had a career to think about and sleeping with a co-worker threatened her status like a rainforest thunderstorm.

For Javier, the trip to the Amazon Rainforest marks a dream come true, but coupled with Rashawna it's heaven. Sure, they will hike deep into the rainforest and confront all the unknowns it has to offer. But for Javier, there's only one thing for certain he needed to know for sure. How to tame Rashawna's wild heart.

Love’s Bloom by Janet Eckford

When Stella Milton went on vacation she wanted warm sand, clear beaches, and fruity alcoholic beverages with little umbrellas. Now if said beverages were served by hot men sans shirt, oiled up and...well she just wanted the dream vacation. Unfortunately, her dream was currently a nightmare as she trekked through the Amazon Jungle avoiding wayward foliage, carnivorous spiders, and the very delectable Cisco Marquez.

Cisco Marquez finally had Stella where he wanted her, by his side. Granted he had to trick and trap. well that sounded a bit illegal, entice and cajole her on a hike through the Amazon Jungle to do it. Now if he could get her to see a vacation is only as good as the people you get to spend it with, mainly him, everything would be perfect.

Claiming Sydney by Serenity King

Having promised her best-friend that she’d attend her 30th birthday party, Sydney Greene is off to the outskirts of Venezuela, a place where a year ago, she’d learned to release her inhibitions and had engaged in an illicit two-week affair with a gorgeous Spaniard, Fabian Acosta.

Fabian had spent two glorious weeks with the illustrious, Sydney Greene a year ago, with a promise from Sydney to continue their relationship she returned to the states. Unfortunately, that never happened. Now taken matters into his own hands, and with the help of his sister’s husband, he’s gotten Sydney back on his territory and this time, he’s playing for keeps.

Lost & Found by Shara Azod

It was all the monkeys fault. Kara was minding her own business, sort of paying attention to their Amazon guide, when the furry little beasts decided she would make an excellent target for their fruit missiles. Convinced they were leading her somewhere, she followed. Mistake number one. Okay, so wandering in the rainforest wasn’t such a good idea. But really who could blame her for thinking she’d died of some unknown disease while lost and alone in one of the world’s most dangerous habitats. And when you died, didn’t you get a gorgeous angel type to escort you to heaven? Mistake number two. But what happened next was anything but a mistake.

Be sure not to miss "Walk Softly and Carry a Big Lick by Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh coming soon to Beautiful Trouble Publishing, the last of the A is for Amazon Rainforest series!

The Chevalier Series

Available only at www.sharaazod.com

New Orleans Chevaliers

Complete collection of all five of the Chevalier books in limited edition ebook sold exclusively here for a limited time. Includes Thierry's Angel, Remy Goes to Therapy, The Taming of Katrina, Forever Jade and Lessons for Solange. Retail value $20.95 sold for $11.99!

Book One - Thierry's Angel

In New Orleans, where old Southern lineages root as deep and tangled as the haughty Cypress, two powerful families become entrenched in a battle to preserve pedigrees. For the past nine years, Thierry Chevalier, the strikingly handsome, well-bred, polished son of one of the oldest, most powerful white families in Louisiana, has been harboring an impassioned desire to captivate the woman of his dreams. His desire, Angelique Dubois. Graceful, delicate and sensually delectable, Angelique seems as unattainable as she is desirous: the daughter of New Orleans' mayor; member of a proud Black Creole family; and engaged to another man. But when opportunity opens, their fates are magnetized. The tempest of passion, power and pride that erupts is more sweeping than a steamy Gulf Coast monsoon.

Book Two - Remy Goes to Therapy

With a family like his, Remy had learned not to take anything too seriously and to never let them see him sweat. He had learned long ago to hide his feelings behind laughter and his desires behind snark. Until Regina. There was something about the lovely doctor that went way beyond having a little fun. She brought out things he didn’t know how to deal with and made him face a past he thought dead. Remy decides it is definitely time for some therapy, and he knows just the doctor to see.

Book Three - The Taming of Katrina

Return to New Orleans... On the outside, she is fire and ice. But cool, calm, and collected Katrina Smith isn't all that she seems. Like a rippling pool, waves from her past continue to shake her inside. Aubrey had always been the studious one, but Katrina finds that his depth of knowledge goes far deeper than just books. He knows how to set her body ablaze while calming the storms in her sea. But can their love survive the maelstrom of trouble that finds them?

Book Four- Forever Jade

Jade had forever been seen as the good girl, the one who is always in the shadows, never in the forefront. She may have yearned in her heart, but would never expect to have caught the eye of not one, but two men from the power Chevalier clan. She certainly would never imagine them fighting over her. Although Rance may be the man she has always dreamed of, Didier may be the safer of the two. Especially with someone wanted her away from Rance so badly they were willing to try to kill her to do it. Rance Chevalier had a lot to hide. But not even the darkness of his past can stop him from claiming the woman who set his body and soul on fire. He would fight his own past, the unseen threat to her life and even his own flesh and blood who thinks to take her for his own to make Jade forever his.

Book Five - Lessons for Solange

Solange was in trouble. There was no way out, she was caught. Yes, she had been blackmailing her cousin’s no-good fiancé, but she had never meant for anyone to get hurt-not physically. Determined not to beg, she would accept her punishment like a woman. That DID NOT mean cowing or begging however, not even to the powerful Chevalier family.Beaumont and Boden knew they had found a rare treasure. All they had to do was break through that shell Solange surrounded herself in. But first they had to get her to trust them with her secrets, and eventually her heart.

And don't forget the Chevalier prequel-

Ties That Bind Parts 1-4

Is Arienne Chevalier, Lady Rienne to one and all, vicious? Undoubtedly. Is she wicked? Without a doubt. Is she evil? You can bet on it. But what made her the way she is today? The deep origins of her villainy may never be known, but how she climbed to power is a riveting ride. Told in snippets from the first moment Arienne met her own Chevalier man, witness Lady Rienne’s rise to power, and see all that she lost on her way to the top. The ongoing serial saga of how Lady Rienne won…and lost Baptiste Chevalier.

The Anchors Away Series

Chain of Command & Red Skies at Night

Chain of Command

Her enlistment up, Adanna Ingles is about to start her life anew. From the first day he boarded, Ian had been watching Adanna . There was no way that he could touch, but oh, how he wanted to. After spending the last eighteen months being tempted, she was being discharged. Finally, he would be able to let her know how he really feel, how he has always felt.

Red Skies At Night

Teane McGowan was damn good at her job. An engineman in the United States Navy, she worked hard in a male-dominated rate. Brett Olden could not believe his eyes. Teane was one of his best workers, which wouldn’t have been a problem if she wasn’t also one of the sexiest women he’d ever encountered. He’d always played by the rules and thus kept it professional even when his body and libido demanded otherwise.

Basic Flight Maneuvers

Pippa hated military fighter pilots. Virtually all she knew were arrogant, know-it-all bastards who thought that the sun rose and fell on them. And then there was Captain Seth Austin. Undoubtedly, one of the best pilots she was acquainted with, she could find no fault with the way that he treated the crew or his plane. But she could fault him for his infectious smile and those wicked hazel eyes as they were interfering with her hate of him. If only she didn’t lust after the man, her world would be just fine. A man good at calculations, Seth couldn’t figure out Petty Officer Pippa Tanner. An easygoing guy, everyone liked him. And then there was Pippa - the one woman that he couldn’t stop thinking about. Everything about her drew him in and he'd draw her in if only she would give him half a chance to change her mind.

Shades of Gray

Bobbi is a woman used to being on her own. She never allows anything to ruffle her feathers and depends on no man for anything.

Grayson is a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted Bobbi. He just wished she would let down her guard and let him in. While she might have given him her body, it was her trust he was after.

But when a danger lurks, there was only one place Bobbi can think to go. Straight into Grayson's arms. There she learns life isn't always shades of gray.

My Alabaster Box

2011-03-28T08:32:00.000-07:00

I have no great epiphany to share, nothing profound to share or no great wisdom to impart that is any wiser from any other woman my age who has lived a little- 39 in case you're wondering, soon to be 40. I have my quirks, one of them is picking songs in the morning to inspire not only my day, but sometimes my kids as well. I have discovered to my delight and bafflement that they really have taken it in and soaked it up. My son (13) is way more into Public Enemy and A Tribe Called Quest than any modern "artist". We like to call him Little Malcolm now cause - yeah- it REALLY rubs off. I drive them to school, the trip takes about an hour and a half. Long way to go we have our reasons and it is working well thus far for them. They are testing this week, so seeing as how they go to a Christian school, I decided gospel to encourage and inspire and pray as they head off for yearly testing that will go on permanent records for people with no clue as to their real potential can judge them. Sucks, but such is life. As usual they were asleep before thirty minutes had passed, but I kept it going, just in case, One never knows what we soak up in our sleep. I know the first chapter of James got me through boot camp so it couldn't hurt.

That's when it came on. A song I forgotten was on the mixed CD I had made. The tears came as I listened, undisturbed by the kids, by traffic, by anything, and for just a moment it was all laid bare. My pain, my joy, my triumphs, my failures. As Cece sang "You weren't there the night He found me.
You did not feel what I felt when he wrapped his love all around me and you don't know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box", all of the things I had buried and hidden deep in the darkest corners of my past came tumbling out. I felt the price of every wrinkle, every gray hair I have thus managed to hide reasonably well, all the wrong turns, the bumps in the road, and most of all the burdens I took on that I didn't have to was right there.

I know the costs, and I have paid them. In some ways I will keep paying them for a while. But you know what? It has brought me to the here and now. I'm not the frightened little girl with stars in her eyes I once was. I'm not the person who lost herself so busy trying to be the perfect wife and mother. I met myself again on the road today. Nothing has changed, no great insight has come to me. I just accepted me and the price I have paid to find the me I lost for a moment. There is no Prince coming to save me, but I don't need one. God has given me all the tools I need to save me. No earth shattering miracle may happen between now and my final rest, but I have had miracles along the way. I may not be where I could've been, but I learned what I needed to learn, and I am learning still. More than anything though I realize the costs of the oil in my alabaster box.

Coming Soon!!!! A is for....

2011-03-24T16:19:00.000-07:00

Claiming Sydney

Having promised her best-friend that she’d attend her 30th birthday party, Sydney Greene is off to the outskirts of Venezuela, a place where a year ago, she’d learned to release her inhibitions and had engaged in an illicit two-week affair with a gorgeous Spaniard, Fabian Acosta.
Fabian had spent two glorious weeks with the illustrious, Sydney Greene a year ago, with a promise from Sydney to continue their relationship she returned to the states. Unfortunately, that never happened. Now taken matters into his own hands, and with the help of his sister’s husband, he’s gotten Sydney back on his territory and this time, he’s playing for keeps.

Love’s Bloom

A Wild Heart

Lost & Found

It was all the monkeys fault. Kara was minding her own business, sort of paying attention to their Amazon guide, when the furry little beasts decided she would make an excellent target for their fruit missiles. Convinced they were leading her somewhere, she followed. Mistake number one. Okay, so wandering in the rain forest wasn’t such a good idea. But really who could blame her for thinking she’d died of some unknown disease while lost and alone in one of the world’s most dangerous habitats. And when you died, didn’t you get a gorgeous angel type to escort you to heaven? Mistake number two. But what happened next was anything but a mistake.

Idiot Peter King Lets Keith Ellison Testify Before Committee, Speak Truth

2011-03-10T16:22:00.000-08:00

Idiot Peter King Lets Keith Ellison Testify Before Committee, Speak Truth

Donald Rumsfeld On Facebook, Wants To Be On ‘America’s Next Top Model’

2011-03-09T10:07:00.000-08:00

Donald Rumsfeld On Facebook, Wants To Be On ‘America’s Next Top Model’

Ummmm, okay.... Kinda scary bit sure, right, whatever.

I So Need My Own Country- How Did They Get One And Not Me?

2011-02-25T18:03:00.001-08:00

see more Political Pictures

He Vows - A poem by Constantine P. Cavafy - Poetry Connection

2011-02-19T15:16:00.000-08:00

He Vows - A poem by Constantine P. Cavafy - Poetry Connection

Geeky Goodness!

2011-02-17T09:42:00.000-08:00

Janet Jackson feat. BlackStreet Boys - I Get So Lonely (Remix)

2011-02-12T19:51:00.000-08:00

Available Now!!!!!!

2011-02-07T20:06:00.000-08:00

Click to Purchase

Part IV

Click to Purchase

It's Almost Here!

2011-02-06T21:25:00.000-08:00

Excerpt

“Kennedy?”

    The sound of her name made her jump. It made her want to fall over and roll to her side, which only made her cry harder. Damn it to hell and back! Of all the people to walk through her damn door, it had to Emory. Not that his brother would’ve been any better… Well, yeah, she would’ve preferred his brother seeing her like this. Why, she really couldn’t say; she never wanted Emory to see her at less than her best. Byron, well he was more like a good friend, she wouldn’t have minded so much if he saw her all red and puffy-eyed.

    “Kennedy, honey what’s wrong?”

    It was too much. When she knew she was going to be working with Emory it was all too easy to get herself together before she actually had to face him. No matter how bad the day had gone. Him catching her like this, at her most vulnerable, it just made her feel worse. Raw and exposed. She wanted to dig a whole and hide, but it was too late. He was already squatting down on the warped wood floor, pulling her into the shelter of his arms. Oh God, this is the last place she needed to be. It was too easy to feel a false sense of security. And Lord it felt so good! He didn’t say anything for a while, just held her and let her cry while rocking her gently, rubbing up and down her back. Kennedy buried her face in his chest, tying not to notice his clean, woodsy scent.

    This was wrong. So very wrong, in so many different ways. Emory wasn’t for her. She had no business taking the comfort he offered. After all, wasn’t she the one that despised pity? And that was all he was offering, pity. It took more willpower to pull away than for an unrepentant alcoholic to turn down a free drink, but she managed, turning her face so he wouldn’t see evidence of her weakness.

    “I’m sorry I don’t know what got into me.” She put a little laugh in her voice; sounding pathetic even to her own ears. “I’m fine really. Guess I am just feeling all…female today.”

    “Kennedy, don’t do that. Please.” He reached out to hold her shoulder when she would’ve walked away.

    Kennedy should’ve been able to keep walking; should’ve put as much space between them as possible, but she didn’t want to. She loved the fact he wasn’t letting her walk away even at the sake of her pride. It was getting too damn heavy in the first place. She damn sure didn’t want to turn around though, but she let him whirl her to face him anyway. Keeping her head down didn’t help either because he only lifted it so she was forced to look at him.

    “Look, I don’t need to know what that was about. I want to know, but I understand if you don’t want to tell me.” He had hazel eyes, just like his brother, only his were heavier on the green and gold. They looked at her with such genuine compassion it was hard not to be affected. “That doesn’t mean you can’t lean on me a little.” There was a full minute pause before he added, “As a friend.”

Vamps at OneTrueMedia.com

2011-02-04T17:13:00.001-08:00

Get a bite to read.

Make video montages at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Stronger Than Me 1/15/11 at OneTrueMedia.com

2011-02-04T06:06:00.001-08:00

Coming Soon!!!

Make an on-line slide show at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Party Tomorrow

2011-01-28T19:28:00.000-08:00

The Bad Azz Authors are throwing a party!!! Tomorrow at TRS from 6:00 p.m. til the Witching Hour. Join us to chat, win prizes, find out what's really going on.

http://theromancestudio.com/party

Be there or we will find you and politely ask for your excuse.

Am I not merciful?

From the Office of the Benevolent Despot

I'm Sorry But No...

2011-01-26T14:49:00.000-08:00

Yes I respect other cultures and I am not mad or disgusted by what the Inuits eat to survive. I just cannot imagine sharing their meal. And yes I am suffering liberal guilt for it, but no. No no no.

Whew!!!

2011-01-24T23:13:00.000-08:00

Man! Just finished a really rough chapter, so hopefully it will get me over the hump and I can finish this freaking book soon. So many people have asked about so many different WIPs I feel crappy for not having everything all done or at least making major dents into long awaited sequels. For some reason Stronger Than Me has just been beating at my consciousness, demanding to be written. Hope it is successful cause for real, it has taken a lot out of me, much like Georgie's Beau did. One of those nagging stories that demand to be told, but not everyone will dig. And as soon as it's done I have to finish Dubious Consent - probably to be renamed Taken. Another one that demands my attention, though not as emotionally exhausting. In the meantime, here's another one of the songs that have been inspiring the tale. Enjoy!

Love Her

2011-01-23T00:26:00.001-08:00

Sneak Peek....

2011-01-17T13:15:00.000-08:00

Stronger Than Me

Kennedy had to swallow the bile that threatened to erupt. Her grandmama used to warn against calling anybody a fool, but damn! How blind could one person be? The town had the total population of a little over eight hundred damn people. Someone not knowing your business was about a rare as a Big Foot sighting, but then again, Marcus swore he saw one once. It took a few minutes to squash the anger and disgust enough to walk into the dim light bar.

She didn’t have to look for Marcus. The grating sound of his cackling laugh hit her eardrums as soon as she walked in. He was sitting in the corner near the back, flanked by two men too polite to call him on whatever bullshit he was spitting out. Fuck! Of all the people for Marcus to be hanging out with, it just had to be Byron Mack and Emery Daniels. The pair of them had joined the Marines back when she was in junior high and quickly became town legends. Not because of any war they might have been in, but they had pooled their money and bought out half the viable businesses in county- not just the town.

The duo were actually half brothers, though it was never discussed out in the open Byron being black and Emery being lily white. Their daddy wasn’t the discriminating type, shocking old ladies into a coma by opening dating whoever the hell he pleased and spreading his seed just as generously. Rumor had it he’d been run out of town by many an irate daddy back when both men were babies. Roberta was a backwards little place at times.

Kennedy knew both men had returned a few months back. It had even made the papers. She hadn’t seen either man though, not that she’d want to. Whereas once she might have teased and flirted, now she just hid in the shotgun house she and Marcus rented. It saved her from running into anyone Marcus might’ve owed money to, or more importantly any of her many cousins and aunts.

“Hey baby, come on over here!” Shit. Marcus was drunk. His words not so much slurring as running together to over exaggerate his slow, lazy drawl. “You ain’t gonna believe this shit.”

Kennedy’s stomach dropped. Her steps were heavy as she slowly made her way to the table. She really hadn’t wanted to stick around here. She’d worked the midnight to seven shift at the gas station, and then gone straight to her part time job at the grocery store, where she’s been on her feet for five hours straight. All she wanted was some sleep before the nightmare that was her life started all over again. The bills weren’t going to pay themselves and Marcus hadn’t worked in over a month. He kept telling her there were “things in the fire”. All she heard was more money stomping out the front door.

She made her way to the table, mentally reminding herself to keep her head up, spine straight. It was a damn shame she had to remind herself to do that. She looked Byron and Emery directly in the eye and wished like hell she hadn’t. They’d been cute older boys when she was little, now they were full grown and drop dead freaking gorgeous. She stifled the urge to try to hide the boots that had seen better days or cross her arms over the sweater she was wearing to hide the obvious age and wear.

The Marines had taken prime male specimens and turned them into living, breathing statues of Greeks gods. Byron’s hazel eyes swept her figure in a quick assessment before he caught himself. Obviously what he’s seen made him pity her, and damn it that was something she really didn’t need. She could keep her cool when people whispered when she walked by, ignore the knowing smirks and stare down anyone daring to throw a disapproving frown in her direction. The one thing she couldn’t fight back at was pity. A wasted emotion that stuck in her craw and made her want to throw up whenever she actually remembered to eat. She glared right back at him, letting him know just what he could do with his damn pity. She had no need for it.

Emery, on the other hand never let his amber waver from her face. She didn’t detect he felt sorry for her, but then he could’ve been better at hiding it than his brother. She was shocked when he actually got out of his seat when she made it to the table, holding out the chair next to him.

Wasn’t expecting that one.

“Baby, Emery here decided to go into business with us, you know fixing houses and shit.”

Kennedy winced but managed to bite her tongue. Damn, one more person she was going to have to be sure to avoid in the future after the money had dried up and there were no construction jobs.

“That’s, uh…” Wait, did Marcus just say “us”? “Did you say us?” She directed the question squarely at Marcus. Oh hell no was she getting involved in his shit. She finally had money going into her secret account three towns over. She was not quitting any of her jobs to help Marcus do a damn thing.

“Yeah, baby Emery and Byron own the gas station, the grocery store and it ain’t like the pizza place is gonna miss you none.”

Just like that. He really believed he could just decide her life over some beers with two men she didn’t even really know.

“No.” Kennedy stood, not really caring who was watching or what they’d say about it. “I’m not quitting any of my jobs for whatever hair brained scheme you’ve suckered these poor bastards into.” And if they didn’t appreciate being called bastards, they’d get over it. She really couldn’t be bothered to care. By all that holy she reached her limit. She wasn’t going down this road again.

“Shit, Kennedy don’t get your panties in a bunch. Why don’t you sit the hell down and listen for once?” Marcus was actually pouting. Pouting like some toddler.

“No, I won’t.”

Let him find his own damn way home. She was tired; she was going home and going to bed.

Smack It 1/15/11

2011-01-16T15:36:00.000-08:00

Flavors 1/15/11 at OneTrueMedia.com

2011-01-15T12:12:00.001-08:00

Make an on-line slide show at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Today's Mood

2011-01-14T12:41:00.000-08:00

see more Lolcats and funny pictures

Amy Winehouse - Stronger Than Me

2011-01-10T09:41:00.000-08:00

The inspiration for the newest W.I.P. I just hope I don't muck it up!

Guess What's On Sale????

2011-01-06T10:38:00.000-08:00

Purchase Here

Tension seized the muscles of Swede’s body. There were seven teams of Valknuts coming into the bar tonight. At least two of them had seen her as well, one heading in her direction. Before he could warn his podmates, however, Nor took matters into his own hands.

Swede watched with a great deal of satisfaction as Nor stomped forward, pointedly ignoring the Floor Matron and flicking away the bouncers like fleas. He gently picked up their woman and cradled her in his arms for a brief second before slinging her over his shoulder. The smug look of satisfaction Nor cast at the Valknuts who had been headed her way would have been comical if Swede didn’t feel such a need for urgency. They needed to get her upstairs; they needed to make her theirs. Then they needed to get her the hell out of here. Without a word, Swede and Dane followed as Nor made his way to the upstairs room.

“Wait! Wait! That’s a hundred fifty credits. You must pay first.” The wide Floor Matron stepped in front of him and Dane, but Swede noted she let Nor proceed without protest. She knew them well enough to know nothing would happen unless all three were present. It was simply the way they operated, coded in their genetics every bit as much as the Viking blood that made them fearless in the field.

“I’ll settle the bill.” The words tasted sour in his mouth. This was their woman, their life mate. “Dane, go up and make sure Nor doesn’t frighten her to death.”

Soon they would take her away from here, where she would never again be used to relieve frightened boys playing at being men. Soon.

Made Me Crack A Smile

2011-01-04T15:07:00.001-08:00

see more Lol Celebs

I've Been Interviewed!

2011-01-03T17:38:00.000-08:00

Please check it out.
Interview at Diva's Pen

I Really Need to Blog More

2011-01-02T00:16:00.000-08:00

So I suppose I will. Had a chill New Year's. No hopeless romantic optimism in sight for 2011. I will take it as it comes I suppose. What else can you do? Last year was incredibly hard, but I would like to think I have grown and I know myself a hell of a lot better. But then again, the older I get the more I realize, I know just about squat. Score to Aristotle. I think I will do a Descartes-like experiment, not throwing out everything I believe to be true, cause he didn't really but that is a rant for another day; I think I will simply suspend most of my so-called beliefs. Not to where I believe in nothing, but where I am completely open to the possibilities that they could be dead wrong, and there may be more out there. So here goes nothing 2011, let's see what you have to bring. Damn, I am feeling all hopeful and optimistic again. I really need to stop that....

Coming soon to Changeling Press...

F*&k Very Much (Warning Explicit Lyrics)

2010-12-31T19:18:00.000-08:00

Annie Lennox - Money Can't Buy It

2010-12-28T14:18:00.000-08:00

Did You Miss It? Part Two

2010-12-20T20:23:00.000-08:00

Women of such diverse, varied interests should balance each other out, making a vacation a safe, fun experience. Yeah, not so much with these chicks. Deciding that Las Vegas is the perfect place to get their shop on, their eat on and their adventure on, the Posse heads out. No one knew quite what to expect, but burning down a chunk of the Strip's most exclusive resort wasn’t it. No one—not even their attorneys, pastors, and other off-kilter friends—could have foreseen that. While the Las Vegas Fire Department (LVFD) conducts their investigation of the blaze and the women who started it, the Posse is treated to tempting views of the gorgeous firefighters putting out the blaze. For these women, talking their way out of trouble is as easy as the yummy specimens of the Las Vegas Fire Department are hard. Someone yells “CHALLENGE!” and before you know it, these hot authors are creating fantasies inspired by the kinds of fires the hard-bodied firefighters could ignite in them.

Purchase Here

Re-release

Purchase Here

And introducing...

Purchase Here

The story of Allie and Lewis from Allie's point of view. Get a glimpse of how their romance began and blossomed through Allie's eyes.

Did You Miss It?

2010-12-17T12:28:00.000-08:00

Available right now!!!

Smack It, Flip It, Rub It Down:

Author’s/Authors’ Note:

Originally, this book was part of the Smack It, Flip It, Rub It Down anthology. Each story has the same jump-off (a few pages that set the scene), but all are stand-alone tales.

Premise:

What the heck is the point of traveling all the way across oceans if you can’t kick off some ish? While Denmark might not seem like a place where you’d find the Posse, no country, territory or hole in the ground is safe from these women. Down for a little adventure, they head to Billund—home of the original Legoland. They’re not even there half an hour before the whole group is called on the carpet for daring to critique some of the exhibits. The authorities deliver a long-winded lecture on the history of the toy blocks, which is overshadowed by Jayha’s eight-word response in much the same way as Everett’s 13,607 word speech at Gettysburg was overshadowed by Lincoln’s three-minute speech. Jayha’s polite, “Respectfully speaking, you can kiss my whole ass,” leads to the entire Posse’s banishment from the park. While Jayha leaves, you know the rest of the Posse can’t simply leave it at that. They want pictures to put in the scrapbook of Posse Misadventures. They get a long-distance hookup from Yazmin, who is still in Italy enjoying shopping and Italian hotties along with Reid. Leaving Laura, Shara and Raelynn to use their wiles to distract the guards, Jeanie and Dréa sneak in and get pictures…

And get caught. Blissfully unaware of how close her homies are to visiting Danish prison, Jayha’s still at the small café where they left her enjoying hot chocolate. Only when she receives a call from the authorities does she realize what’s going on. Rushing to the amusement park, she groans at the sight before her. Besides blue jeans and leather jackets, the chicks are all sporting Viking horns. Taking a deep breath, she exhales and marches in, knowing this will not end well.

…And so the adventure begins.

This story is linked to the following stories:

· Getting Dom’d by Shara Azod

Purchase Here

· Spankable Susan by Raelynn

Purchase Here

· Whip Appeal by Reana Malori

Purchase Here

· Fit to be Tied by Dréa Riley and Laura Guevara

Purchase Here

TAG! You’re Writ, Volume 2 author note

Author’s/Authors’ Note:

This story was originally part of the TAG! You’re Writ, Volume 2 anthology. The idea behind these stories is that one author tagged another author. That author would use some concept, character, etc. from the previous author’s story and spin their own tale. Author Shara Azod had the pen first and “tagged” it to author team Dréa Riley and Laura Guevara. Dréa and Laura tagged author Reana Malori. Finally, Reana tagged author team Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh.

Premise:

The tiny but badass country of Kovorkiistan is governed by equally badass rulers. And then, the rulers are set upon by heroines that stir up all sorts of mischief…and hotness

Though connected, these stories are stand-alone tales.

The Accidental Princess by Shara Azod

Purchase Here

Flippin’ the Script by Laura Guevara and Dréa Riley

Purchase Here

Need You Tonight by Reana Malori

Purchase Here

And coming soon, the stories of Flame On!!! The Absolutely Could Be True Adventures of the MFPP!! (MF Please Posse)

Youporn, Others Spying On You

2010-12-11T14:14:00.000-08:00

Hot New Releases!!!!

2010-12-10T21:17:00.000-08:00

Purchase Here

Warning this book contains BDSM elements.

Forgetting your anniversary is more than a little oops. Jenny knew she was headed toward punishment the moment the phone rang. The fact that she not only forgot, but had been working late only added to her guilt. Still, Jenny just loved the way Joe punished her.

Purchase Here

Charlotte Standford, vampire, and Eder Azrael, Vice officer for the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, are at an impasse. Charlotte's first impression of him left a bad taste in her mouth and a dent in her wallet and his first impression of her was...well he was too much of a gentlemen most of the time to comment. When their paths cross at the BSA both Charlotte and Eder learn just how fun making a second impression can be.

Purchase Here

Tabitha loves spiced rum and cola. Maybe just a little too much. When she gets pissed, she drinks… Maybe just a little too much.

Thank goodness Derk is there to save her from herself. Sort of.

Too bad he's her arch nemesis. At least, he is since "the incident." Other than that, he's the sexiest piece of eye candy this side of the Mississippi.

Re-released

Purchase Here

Dream Builder
There weren't many things Toni was afraid of. She owned and operated a construction company in the Deep South, lived her life on her own terms and never backed down from a challenge. At least, not until Leland threw out a challenge she dared not take. Leland had never wanted for anything a day in his life. He was wealthy, handsome, and of Southern aristocratic background. He had it all. Except for the one thing he wanted most-Toni.

Cashmere Sky
Sky had been badly burned by a disastrous marriage. Her ex-husband's brutal words left her battered and broken in places the scars didn't show. The last thing in world she had time for was some young boy toy, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Cashmere was hooked from the moment he first saw her. What did it matter how old she was, or what color he was? All he knew was there was something very special about the woman he couldn't get out of his head.

Sometimes love comes calling and its apparent, on the surface, up front and in your face. Sometimes its Something Deeper.

On Sale Now!!!!!

2010-12-09T17:03:00.000-08:00

Click cover to purchase

MINE!
Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

"I'm going to need you to work late tonight," Damien informed Larissa, his attorney. "I want to go over all the financial reports concerning this buy-out before the deal is finalized. Have my secretary order dinner in."

As soon as he made the statement, Damien turned away, watching in the mirror as she stared at his back and gritted her teeth, but nodded even though she had no idea he could see her.

She was irritated, yes, but she was excited too. The intoxicating scent of stirring arousal hit him hard, right in the groin. Her pink tongue darted out to take a swipe at her full bottom lip. Mmmm, he'd be tasting those lips tonight. Watching her hips sway as she moved from where she'd been sitting toward her office, his hands tingled. Tonight would be the night he'd grasp the full globes of her ass, spank them, slam against them. Oh, yes, tonight would be the first of many, many fun filled nights. And mornings. And afternoons.

With a wicked grin, he decided to follow his sexy little attorney. He wanted to make sure she cancelled her date tonight, rather than just pushing back the time. He entered her office moments after she had, not bothering to knock. She hadn't sat down yet, just leaned over her desk talking on the phone.

"I'm really sorry, but something came up so I don't think I will make it at all tonight."

She was damn right she wouldn't be making it tonight, or any other night. Vampires were supposedly a promiscuous bunch, never possessive. But Damien found the very idea of any other man touching Larissa made his fangs descend, ready to rip out a throat. Even now he hated the man on the other end of the line with a vengeance. He couldn't read the human's thoughts since the other man wasn't physically present, but he could hear the regret in the whiny voice on the other end.

Weak. The human didn't deserve to have his hands on those curves. Damien was tempted to reach out and ease that skirt up her thighs, running his nails lightly up the nylons she wore. Would she shiver from the light, teasing caress? Would goose bumps break out across her lusciously dark skin? Oh, he needed to taste that skin. Her neck was tilted just so, an invitation for his mouth to lightly suck the juncture between her head and shoulders. He would run his hands from the sides of her thighs to the front, then upward, so close to her wanting pussy but not touching it. Not yet.

Instead he would glide his hands upwards while tasting her skin, working beneath her shirt up her belly to cup those magnificent breasts. He would hold them over the lacy material of her bra, pressing his erection against her soft ass. He'd use his nails to tease her nipples, running over and over them until she was panting, whimpering for him.

As if she could read his thoughts, she thrust her hips backward, still talking to the whiny man. Damien was convinced he was going to have to hunt down Larissa's would-be date and have a little vamp-to-human talk. Her legs spread slightly, causing the material of her skirt to stretch enticingly across her ass. All he had to do was release his cock from his pants, yank up her clothes and plunge into her. The aroma of her sweet, wet cunt was driving him crazy. And she wasn't thinking about the man she was currently talking to, either. Damien felt no guilt in delving into her thoughts, gratified they centered on no one but him. And how carnal his normally buttoned-down attorney's thoughts were!

He thought he couldn't get any harder, but imagining the way her pussy would fit around his dick made him light-headed. Vampires had precious little blood as it was -- the last thing he needed was for it all to go south, making him a complete airhead. But damn, what heaven it would be to stroke inside her deep and long. He would pinch and pull on her nipples as he rode her, and force her head back so he could swallow her cries of joy.

Perhaps he would pull out just before allowing her to come. Then he could spin her around, forcing her onto his lap as he sank into a chair. That way he could watch his rigid length disappear inside her cunt. He would grasp her ass with both hands, setting a punishing rhythm. He'd rip her blouse open, suckling her breasts as they rocked hard against one another.

Fuck, he had to stop before he took her right here and now, not caring if the entire office heard them. Well, he really didn't care, but Larissa would. To save himself from having to grovel endlessly, he decided discretion was the better part of valor and simply cleared his throat to announce his presence.

Coming Thursday to Changeling Press!!!!

2010-12-05T19:37:00.000-08:00

Larissa has dreamed of a mysterious man for many years. When she meets the man who will become her boss, she knows he's her dream man. Too bad he's always such a perfect gentleman.

Damien is simply biding his time. He needs Larissa with every fiber of his being, but he's willing to wait until he's certain the time is right.

Now, having stood all he wants to, Damien begins his unique brand of seduction to claim Larissa as his. That is, if you can call a vampire's idea of collecting what's his "seduction."

Coming next to Changeling Press!!!

Lawd - I think changed me forever back in the day

2010-12-04T13:58:00.001-08:00

Coming Soon to Changeling Press!!!!!

2010-12-03T19:33:00.000-08:00

MINE!!!

Larissa has dreamed of a mysterious man for many years. When she meets the man who will become her boss, she knows he's her dream man. Too bad he's always such a perfect gentleman.

Damien is simply biding his time. He needs Larissa with every fiber of his being, but he's willing to wait until he's certain the time is right.

Now, having stood all he wants to, Damien begins his unique brand of seduction to claim Larissa as his. That is, if you can call a vampire's idea of collecting what's his seduction...

Brief Excerpt:

He stood as she came back toward his desk and waited until she set more paperwork on his desk. Then he moved in to stand close behind her as she leaned over, checking one document against the other. It was something he had done often, and now as ever, she didn't move away. Of course, he had always been careful to keep his still, flaccid cock away from the soft round globes of her ass. Not so tonight. His dick was anything but at rest, and he wasn't about to let this chance slip by.

Moving in close, he snuggled his rampant organ right in the middle of her ass, forcing her skirt into her crease a little. Ahhhh, that felt so good. Leaning over, he allowed his fangs to ever so gently nip her ear. "Put your hands flat on the desk, arch your back, and don't move."

Are You Hungry?

2010-11-18T15:55:00.000-08:00

All New Flavors!!!

Black Licorice Forever by Nevea Lane

Vanessa Delray knew her herbs. She knew what to do with them, how to work them and how to get the best out of them. So when a tall dark brooding yet handsome man walks into her herbary, she knew he wanted something particular. He certainly wasn’t like her usual patrons who thought they were witches and warlocks. So what could he possibly need?

Gabriel Salvi wasn’t a witch or warlock: just immortal. Cursed because of his father’s transgressions, Gabriel was forced to live a life without love or anyone to call his own. His last hope of breaking the curse was an ancient aphrodisiac using the pungent licorice root. Living in a secluded cabin, Gabriel stumbled across Del Ray’s Herbal Haven and it’s owner, Vanessa Delray.

Gabriel wanted the licorice root to finally find his love. Little does he know, Vanessa may be the only little bit of black licorice that he needs.

Purchase Here

Praline Dreams by Reana Malori

Reese Michaels and Dana St. John had been friends since grade school but allowed teenage angst and raging hormones to pull them apart. After years of denying his feelings, Reese has decided that he is no longer willing to wait. He knows that it's time to make Dana to realize that she is the only woman for him. His plan of seduction reconnects two people who have filled each other’s dreams. Will one night be enough or will Reese and Dana discover that your first love is the one you never truly forget?

Purchase Here

Cassandra Wilson - I Want To Be Loved

2010-11-11T15:07:00.000-08:00