Saturday, December 22, 2012

Please Welcome Romance Author, Drea Layne

Good Morning Readers,
I hope you're all having a super Holiday Season! Today I have a very special romance author who has a wicked sense of humor. Please make her feel welcome and leave her some comments....Tabs

Good Morning Readers,
First I want to thank Tabitha Shay for having me on her blog today!
Today I am visiting to share with you all my new Christmas book, Rudolf & Dancer, which is part of the Reindeer Games anthology between the Wickedly Sexy Writers. It was a complete pleasure working with these ladies on these stories and I couldn't be more excited to show you my little piece of this great set of stories!
For those who know me well I'm a very outspoken person at times. More like I have no filter between my brain and my mouth. LOL!
I try to curb my less “flavorable” thoughts and keep them to myself but it never seems to turn out quite right. I have a wicked sense of twisted humor that only many get and receive well. As a writer I love to put my wicked sense of humor in my stories as much as possible and Rudolf & Dancer is no exception too this rule.
For example did you know that a meadow in the middle of the woods has bees! Oh yes they sure do. And we all know what happens when you are bare @$$ neekid and rolling around in the grass and stumble upon a bee, right? Yep one of my characters finds themselves in this very situation in my newest release.
Make sure you check out my story, Rudolf & Dancer, coming December 17, 2012 from Secret Cravings Publishing.


After years away from home, her brother’s freak accident brings Donna Dancer home to the man who broke her heart. Time hasn't diminished the lust and love, and emotions can’t be denied. Donna is sick of playing reindeer games with her mate, Paul Rudolf, but there are only so many rejections a girl can take.
It takes a dedicated man to lead the group of reindeer shifters responsible for bringing joy to millions of children, and Paul takes his job very seriously. Women were nothing more than a distraction he doesn't need, but he now finds himself feeling lonely and hating the job he’s loved for so long. Rejecting Donna was the one decision he regrets more and more with each passing day.
Will this Christmas be as lonely as the rest? Or will Paul and Donna finally find holiday bliss in each others arms.
All Paul could manage was a grunt of agreement as he pulled gently from the sanctuary of her body. After one last kiss to her lips, he pushed off her body and rolled to the side, allowing his body to flop down on the ground at her side.
 Staring at the clear sky, he quietly soaked in the sun as he tried desperately to get his
emotions and body under control. Minutes went by as they both shared the space in silence. That
is, until Paul felt a sharp pain in his ass, causing him to yelp. Immediately, he jumped up and
turned in circles, trying to see the source of his pain.
 “I think a bee just stung me in the ass.”
 Laughter filled his ears as his mate fell over in a gale of giggles. Tears streamed down her
cheeks as the mirth broke from her body.
 “This isn't funny. I think the stinger is still stuck in there.”
 Her laughter renewed as she clutched her sides. If he weren't in so much pain, he would have
taken the time to enjoy the sounds of her laughter. After a few minutes, Donna settled enough to
move to her knees and motion for him turn around.
 “I don't see anything. Where’d that big bad bee sting you?”
 Pointing to the affected area, Paul stared straight ahead, waiting for the pain he knew was to
come as she pulled the stinger out. Luckily, he wasn't allergic or this situation would have gone from funny to dire. The feel of her full lips on his ass took him by surprise. Turning to look over
his shoulder, he caught just enough of a glimpse of her kissing his ass before she pulled away
and rose to her feet.
 “There, all better.”
 “I have something else that hurts. Do you wanna kiss it better?” Wiggling his eyebrows
suggestively, Paul turned to face her as his cock started to come alive again.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Good Morning Readers,
On Dec. 21st, Romance authors, Dawne Prochillo, Sherry Gloag, myself, and who knows who else might drop by, will be having a chat at the Coffee Time Romance Erotic E-loop for a two hour chat from 6-8pm EST.
Join us for some great blurbs, excerpts, and contests. We'll be here and if you haven't joined, now's the time to do so. You don't want to miss this event.
See you there, Dec. 21st at 6pm EST....Tabs/Jaydyn

Friday, December 7, 2012

Please Welcome, the fantastic romance author, Jillian Chantal!

Good Morning Readers,
Please make welcome, the fantastic romance author and my friend, Jillian Chantal. Leave her a comment for a chance to win an E-copy of her wonderful book, The Tainted Keitre. 
 Bio: Jillian Chantal is from the Gulf Coast of Florida, where she loves to read and when she can't find the right story to read, to write it herself. She’s multi-published and loves to hear from readers.

Today I’m thrilled to be over here at Tabs’ blog to talk a bit about my newest release with Sweet Cravings Publishing- the not so naughty side of Secret Cravings Publishing. This story, called The Tainted Keitre, is set in New Orleans in the summer time which if you’re in colder climes than mine this time of year may make you a little bit warmer as you cozy up by the fire. I hope so anyway.
 This story focuses on Amina McDonough and Anton Benoit. He’s a New Orleans detective and she works in a library.  She’s best friends with his sister and has been crushing on him for years. What she sees as the main impediment to their relationship is he likes women with big breasts and well, she’s got what she calls mosquito bites.
This excerpt is near the beginning of the story where they’re both at a party for their friend who has recently passed the exam to be a palm reader. If you've ever been to New Orleans, you’ll be familiar with the various seers and palm readers in Jackson Square. I live around 2.5 hours from there and I love to visit the city. I hope this story speaks to the readers like New Orleans speaks to me. Oh, and if you’re wondering what a Tainted Keitre is, it’s the Bigfoot of the south also known as The Honey Island Swamp Monster.
 To celebrate that it’s the Christmas season, I’ll give away a free ebook of The Tainted Keitre to one commenter who shares their favorite Christmas song with me.  I’ll start. I love “Do you hear what I hear?”
 Amina headed straight to the big cooler where the beer was iced down and the wines were arrayed on a sideboard. She grabbed a glass and pulled a bottle of pinot grigio off the table. She poured herself some and moved over to stand to the side and check out who was in the crowd.
In a moment, she felt something cold on her back and let out a little scream. She turned around. “Ah, you bum, that was cold. Ice cold, even.”
Anton Benoit bowed. “Sorry, you looked hot.” He held up his dark brown bottle of beer, “I thought there was no better way to cool off than with a cold brew.”
“I think it’s meant to be taken internally, not rubbed up and down someone’s spine.” She grinned, “Although, now that you mention it, that did feel pretty good.”
“Turn around.” He twirled his finger and she faced away from him.
As soon as her back was to him, he ran the bottle over her bare shoulders and down her back again. She shuddered; not from the coolness of the beer, but from the nearness of him. Her nipples taut, she forced herself not to lean back into him since he had rejected her before. She said in a light tone, “Where is Titsy this evening?”
“Totsy. Her name is Totsy and you know it.”
“Yeah. It’s Totsy, but you have to admit, she is titsy.” Amina turned to face Anton. “Of course, that’s a requirement for you, isn’t it?”
“No. It’s not. It just happened to work out that way.” He grinned and ran his index finger down the side of Amina’s arm.
Ignoring his comment since he did always date women with large breasts, she asked, “Where is she?”
“She couldn't make it. She had somewhere else she needed to be tonight.”
So that’s why he came over to stand with me. No date, let’s hang with my sister’s best friend. Amina looked up into Anton’s dark grey eyes and tried to concentrate. Dang. Why did he have to be some handsome? And so unavailable. She stiffened her spine. “I can’t play nursemaid since Titsy couldn't make it. I find myself suddenly in need of some boiled shrimp. I’ll see you later.”
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