Monday, April 29, 2013

Please Welcome Today's Guest, Jamie Salisbury!

Today's special guest is the amazing romance author, Jamie Salisbury. Leave Jamie a comment so she'll know you dropped by.

Jamie Salisbury cannot imagine a time when she did not write. A skill that has served her well throughout her diversified professional career that encompassed public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing, and special event planning.
 An avid reader of history, biographies, and romance it's only natural that she prefers to write  romances with characters said to be "so authentic they spring forth from the page and shake the reader's hand." No stranger to life threatening situations Jamie pulls from life experience when she creates her stories. Such as when her family had to escape Chile when she was a teen because of the unstable political climate.
 Finding herself unable to walk great distances  as a result of  several foot surgeries, she started writing once again as a way to pass the time. With the completion of her first novel Perpetual Love she dove head first into the eBook and digital publishing paradigm. She couldn't be happier with her decision to grab the publishing industry by the shoulders and force it to pay attention to all she has to offer.

Max Frazier is an international rock music icon. Women throw themselves at his feet, but he has eyes for only one woman…his boss, Ashleigh Thomas.
Ashleigh Thomas is still reeling over the sudden death of her husband, Richard. And all the debt and the trail of destruction he left behind. With Max continuing his contract with ANT Communications, Ashleigh approaches the stunningly handsome entertainer with a business proposition. A deal that will not only bring her agency out of the throws of bankruptcy but will make them both obscene amounts of money. Ashleigh finds herself attracted to this man with his smoldering sensual good looks, a man a much younger than she.
Max is an entertainer's entertainer. Everything new he tries turns to gold. He is also a man with a past. A past that few are aware of. As he finds himself falling for Ashleigh he realizes his past will catch up with him…sooner or later. His past is what the feds find useful in their pursuit of someone close to Ashleigh.

I stripped down to the underwear and decided I would give Max a further taste of his own medicine, going back to find him. He was in the kitchen, gathering what he needed to prepare our meal. I quietly entered. I want some shock value on my side.
“Max, sweetheart, I thought you might want to see the rest of what you got me before I changed out of them.” I strutted closer to him as he turned around, leaving him no room to not see me.
Taking all of me in with his chocolate eyes, he twirled me around and then back to face him. As he wrapped his arms around me and fervidly began kissing me, his hands began to wander down to my behind. He pulled the thong to one side and made his way to my wet sex.
“Hmmm, I can see I need to purchase you more of these as you’ve soaked this one.” He pushed me gently against the counter top, facing away from him.
I heard the zipper on his pants and the sound of the fabric as he pushed them to the floor. He pressed himself against my backside, moving one hand around me as he began to rub my clit. I jumped at his touch before he inserted two fingers inside me, releasing the hot fluid.
Spreading my legs, he entered me from behind and began to hammer me hard with his cock. Thrusting harder and faster, he rubbed my wet, swollen nub as I groaned and lost myself in the bliss. My knees trembled as uncontrolled passion grew in me. My entire body quivered as I bucked against him, the climax shaking my core. I let out a scream as Max continued, until his own orgasm overtook him.
“Good, baby, that’s it, let it go.” He held on to me to steady my already weakened form.
I felt warm liquid dripping down my thighs as he slowly withdrew from me. He draped his body over my back as he nuzzled my neck and ear. “Damn baby, you came all over my hand. That was one hell of an orgasm you had.” He kissed the lobe as I nodded. He helped me upright before slapping me on the ass and pulling his jeans back on. “Now go get dressed, wench, or we’ll never have dinner tonight.” I squealed as I rushed out of the room.
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Monday, April 22, 2013

When You're Hot, You're Hot!

Hi Everyone,
I'll be participating in a new blog hop coming May 6-May 12...This is going to be one hot event! Be sure and mark the dates on your calendar. You don't want to miss this one! Lots of prizes and blog sites to visit and win gifts on. More info coming soon!

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Please Welcome, Author Peyton Elizabeth!

Good Morning Readers,
Please welcome romance author, Peyton Elizabeth by leaving her a comment.


Peyton Elizabeth currently lives in the Midwest. She has a very supportive family, which came in handy when she decided to switch her financial career of seventeen years to writing.

Like most authors, Peyton has been an avid reader all her life, and she has dabbled in writing since her early teens. To her, reading and writing are an escape from reality.  We all have those times when reality becomes too much, and we need something to lighten our hearts. Reading as always given that to her, but recently, Peyton was lucky enough to meet a man who was able to do that for her in a different way.  He has shown her that reality can be just as much fun as fiction.  As a mother, it's important to her to show her son that life is full of surprises and that we must cherish every day we are given.  Here's to lightening our hearts!

Release is only obtained after first being restrained...
COMING APRIL 29, 2013!

Becca Schuler has always fantasized about bondage, but does that really make her depraved? According to an ex-boyfriend, it does.

After losing her job, and with no way to pay her rent, Becca hits a local bar to drown her sorrows. The last thing she expects is to meet a mysterious woman who assures that she can make Becca’s dream a reality. Is there really a company called Safeword LLC that places submissive women with dominant men per their preferences on a simple application?

Knowing she has nothing to lose, Becca fills out the form on Her placement lands her in the sensual and strict hands of Lane and Ross Ellison, who train her to be their ideal submissive. But when Becca’s fear of not being perfect weaves its way into their lives, she sets out to be just that and unknowingly risks losing it all.


“Not quite,” Ross replied, leaning up against the door. He crossed his arms so that Lane knew he meant business. “What was up with you today?”
“Bullshit. You and I both know that Becca has a streak of insecurity a mile wide. It’s our job, as her dominants, to ensure that she feels safe with us. She needs to trust us—that’s paramount.”
“I’m well aware of that, Ross. I don’t need you to remind me.”
“Then what the hell is your problem? This week couldn’t have gone better if, well, we did plan it, but that’s beside the point. Becca’s exactly what we want, in a woman and a sub. Are you getting cold feet in regards to sharing her?”
“No,” Lane said, shaking his head. He, too, was going to wear a tuxedo. His brother sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning his elbows against his knees. Ross noticed Lane’s right hand was flexing as if he had his favorite stress ball from the office. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but it’s going too well.”
“Too well?”
“Yes, too well.” Lane contracted and expanded his hand some more. “Either Kennedy is that damn good at her job, or we fucking suck at finding women. Think about it, Ross. We decided two years ago that we were done playing around with subs from the clubs and started looking for someone that we can share. There was something wrong with every one of them, whether it wasn’t a physical match, emotional or mental. And then Kennedy gets wind that we still haven’t found the one and within two weeks, she brings us Becca.”
“For once in your life, Lane, could you just get with the program?” Ross pushed away from the door and took the few steps toward the middle of the room. “I really don’t want to lose her because you feel something’s too easy for a change.”
“Has there ever been a time in our lives where something was easy?” Lane finally stopped flexing his hand and looked up at Ross. “I’m having trouble adjusting to our business finally running smoothly, the Order about to ask us to serve on the executive committee, and us finding a woman who is our perfect submissive.”
“Not to burst your bubble, bro, but we still have an important meeting regarding additional assets under management next week, the Order hasn’t asked us anything as of yet because they are waiting to see how our two month trial goes with Becca, and as for her being ours—you better get your head out of your ass and help me make sure she remains ours.”
“Trust you to put everything in perspective,” Lane said, giving a light laugh. He finally stood and headed to his dressing room, calling back over his shoulder, “I’m still the older brother.”
“Whatever,” Ross replied, turning on his heels. He couldn’t wait to see what Becca looked like in the dress they picked out. Better yet, he couldn’t wait to see her face when they inserted her new toy. They had two more days before they could fuck her. There was no better time like the present than to get her ready for the two of them. “I still think Mom got us mixed up. You keep acting the way you are, and I’ll start diving into our old birth records to prove it. Now get your ass moving. I can guarantee our little sub is getting impatient.”


“Good morning, Sir,” Becca replied, her apprehension evident.
Lane felt his cock stirring at the uncertainty in her voice. It never failed to arouse him when a woman was unsure of what to say or how to act and then looked to him for direction. After Becca had turned in for the evening, Ross had gone over every detail of the time he’d shared with her. Lane was regretful that he’d missed out, especially when Ross described her first scene, but his business meeting couldn’t be rescheduled. This morning Ross was the one that had had to leave prior to Rebecca’s waking up. “I’m sorry Ross had to depart earlier. It’ll be just the two of us this morning.”
These two months were to be split into getting to know her and furthering her training. He and Ross had discussed her second scene, which would take place this evening, but he had the small task of verifying that she’d followed his orders last night. Once that was out of the way, Lane would take the rest of the morning meal getting to know her.
“Rebecca, come to me and stand in the display position.”
Again, Becca’s trepidation set his blood afire and his cock was now throbbing in need. While she didn’t falter in her walk over to him, he was well aware she wasn’t quite sure what he meant. There were many different positions she would learn and he would enjoy teaching her every one of them. Lane waited until Becca was directly in front of him before relieving her of her anxiety.
“Feet shoulder width apart with a straight posture,” Lane instructed, tapping his fingers on her thigh. The dress Becca was wearing hung a few inches below her pussy, allowing him unhindered access to her. “Your fingers should be linked behind your neck. Chin up and your eyes straight ahead. The majority of the time, when we ask that you take this position, you will be naked.”
Various expressions crossed Becca’s face. Lane couldn’t bring himself to look away from her communicative green eyes, as they appeared to be the windows to her emotions. At first, a fire seemed to ignite within them at his instructions. By the time she was in position, looking out over the panoramic view, Becca’s cheeks had more color and there was uneasiness displayed in her eyes. Had she done what he’d requested last night?
Utilizing his full access to her now, Lane deliberately took his time in lifting her dress. Slipping his fingers underneath the supple fabric, he slowly raised the material up until her bare pussy was on full display. The cleft between her legs couldn’t hide her swollen red clit or the dampness of her slit. Her apparent willingness to please them overwhelmingly satisfied the dominant raging inside of him. Becca’s sweet scent drifted up and he had to close his eyes at her delectable aroma.
“Very good, Becca. I’m pleased that you were able to follow orders.” Lane gently replaced the soft material over her thighs. He knew she probably expected him to touch her, or even go the extreme of giving her release, but Becca needed to be well aware of the disappointment she had generated by not obeying their first command. “Please, join me for breakfast.”


Q: What made you choose to write in the erotica genre?
A: Personally, I love erotica. When I was a little girl, I read every romance story I could get my hands on. It was by happenstance that I stumbled onto an erotica romance book during my late teens. Boy, was that an eye opener! It was like having sugar added to my coffee...addictive and sweet! Writing erotica, instead of reading it, is like having a gooey cinnamon roll with my must-have sweetened coffee.

Q: How do you come up with the sex scenes?
A: I don't always look at them as sex scenes...more like love scenes. And a person in love can get very creative, especially in bed (or out of bed)! I fall in love with the characters I create, which means it's easy for them to experience the titillating positions they find themselves in.

Q: How do you come up with the titles to your books?
A: The title of a book usually comes to me about halfway through the story. It can be sparked by a word, a scene, or by one of my characters.

Q: Which do you enjoy more, writing a stand-alone book or a series?
A: In my opinion, there are pros and cons to both. With a stand-alone story, I can create the characters and the storyline without having to think beyond their "happy ending." Unfortunately, my secondary characters do not get their "happy ending"...well, maybe not on paper, but they do in my mind! In a series, I enjoy seeing where my older characters are months or years down the road. But every word and action they take impacts any future stories for my secondary characters. I tend to be more cautious when writing my series versus a stand-alone book.
 Q: Do you remember your first book?
A: Oh yes! I was around nineteen when I wrote an entire novel that had romance, mystery, and science fiction all intermingled. I was so proud of my accomplishment, I even had the manuscript bound in this burgundy hardback cover. Unfortunately, my sister thought it was junk and threw it away! Needless to say, I was devastated and if I bring it up today, she still swears she had nothing to do with it. Oh well, sisters will be sisters!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Today's Special Guest, the amazing, Sallie Lundy-Frommer!

Good Morning Readers,
Please make welcome today's super fantastic romance author, Sallie Lundy-Frommer. Leave her a comment, she'll love that...

Sallie’s Bio:
I was born on a farm in the rural South to a family of migrant farm workers. In fact, my family is huge.  Some might call it a clan…:-)  I’m the youngest of 10 children.  Yup, I have six brothers and three sisters.  And yes, holidays are a zoo….
Anyway, at an early age, my family moved to the urban Northeast. No more running in the cotton fields for me….:-)
I now live in the suburban Northeast with my husband and a large assortment of plants. I don’t have any children but as you can well imagine, I have tons of nieces and nephews. 
As for my education, I was the first in my family to go to college.  I hold bachelors and masters degrees in Human Resource Management.  But I have nieces and nephews working on PhDs.  Way to go kinfolks!!!!
I guess that’s enough for now.  I hope you've enjoyed a peek into my world.

Excerpt:Yesterday’s Daughter:
Malachi had gone very still as cold panic ran through his veins like a locomotive.  Trigon started to speak when he noticed that Malachi had paled and was holding his breath.  “Malachi, what is it?” he asked.  The Guardians stared at him and then he let out a howl, in so much anguish that it burst all the glass in the room, exploding the windows as he fell to his knees.  The Guardians spun around believing they were under some new kind of attack but saw nothing to explain Malachi’s condition.  Stunned silence then filled the room, no one breathed unsure of what was happening or what to do.
The nerves of the Guardians were drawn tight like bows about to be launched.  Their eyes were glowing, sweeping the room, searching the shadows, listening with focused intensity, searching for threats.  Maybe the Harvesters had a new weapon.
Trigon carefully stepped closer to Malachi and tentatively placed one hand on his shoulder.  He whispered the question quietly; afraid of what he might hear to bring such a reaction from Malachi.  “What is it, friend?”
Malachi looked up and Trigon recoiled at the grief and horror in his eyes.  He said one word, “Sapphira.”  They all looked at each other, their unease growing.  They all knew his life mate had been killed in the maturing chambers long ago.  Why was he calling her name now?  Why this murderous rage?  Had he lost his mind?
“What about Sapphira?”  Trigon asked unsure of what Malachi was trying to say.  Malachi’s breathing had returned but he sounded like a wounded animal, his breath ragged and uneven. Unable to find the words, he thrust his mind out to share information with Trigon. Trigon stilled and the Guardians knew that Malachi was giving him information directly.  Trigon’s face tightened in concentration from the onslaught of information.  As the seconds passed, the Guardians grew tenser.

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Wednesday, April 3, 2013


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