Happy Halloween!
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Given my predilection for creepy erotica and erotic romance, it seems only fitting that I be scheduled to post on Halloween. I have a few treats to share with readers who like their erotica with a little bit of paranormal twist (WARNING: Some of my free stuff is very graphic and intended for mature audiences only).

For some reason, I really enjoy writing stories of  the extraordinarily odd and wonderfully wicked.  In fact, the short story that started my career, Grave Circumstance, is about a man who refuses to let anything stand in the way of being with his beloved, and I do many anything. It was so much fun to write because Oliver is so determined, the situation so extreme, and the setting of their tryst is a cemetery. I knew then that my writer's journey was going to be filled with more paranormal and psychologically challenged characters than regular types. It suited me just fine.

Don't get me wrong. I love writing stories with nary a willowy wisp of the wildly weird in them, and I do love my dragons. However, I have the most fun when I let my imagination play in the edgy, sketchy underside of humanity and non-so-human-ity. My free short story, Miss Witch, is a perfect example of the kind of erotic horror I enjoy writing, but if you really like more horror with a bit of the erotic in it, please enjoy the "lost" chapter of Seducing Gracie, which will be reprinted in December. The chapter wasn't actually lost, but more like revised out because the editor didn't feel like it fit with the book. Still, it's a scary read, if you like that kind of thing like I do. ;)

One of my latest releases, The Snow Job, is less creepy and more cheeky. When Para Marshall Marina Fareeky plans the ultimate sting operation to capture the head of the Nicholas vampyre clan, she ends up walking down the aisle into the arms of one very tempting paranormal fugitive, one who has been hunting her with the intent to make her his own...forever. Will she survive her wedding night? Will she find her soul mate in the form of a sexy vampyre?

The Snow Job has been one of my favorites because it was my first attempt at writing a vamp story. Aleksi is gloriously proud and stubborn, and Marina has no patience for lawbreakers, so their chemistry was great fun to script. I hope if you get a chance to read it that you think so, too.

I hope whether you're reading or trick or treating this Halloween, that it's safe and happy. Enjoy!
New Release: My Notorious Highlander
Hi, everyone,
I'm thrilled to announce My Notorious Highlander is out now!


Chief Torrin MacLeod vows to possess and wed the spirited lady who stole his heart the previous winter. But Lady Jessie MacKay wants naught to do with the dangerous warrior, no matter how devilishly handsome and charming he is. When Torrin arrives unexpectedly at Jessie's home, along with Gregor MacBain, a man Jessie was formerly handfasted to, she is thrown off-kilter. She never wanted to see either man again, but now they are vying for her hand. Torrin promises to protect her from the devious MacBain, but how can she trust Torrin when she has witnessed how lethal he is? 

The more time Torrin spends with the strong and independent Jessie, the more determined he is to win her heart. Once she allows him a kiss, he feels her passion flame as hot as his own. After she knows Torrin better, Jessie finds herself falling for the fearsome Highlander. But the odds are stacked against them. The sinister MacBain is bent on kidnapping Jessie, making her his bride and killing Torrin, while Jessie's conniving younger brother, Haldane, is determined to use Jessie to take over the castle in his older brother's absence. Jessie fears she can never be with the man she loves, while Torrin will do everything in his power to ensure they are together forever. In his heart, she is the only lady for him. 

Excerpt : Chapter One


Loch Shin, Scotland, June, 1619

Torrin MacLeod awoke to the sounds of his men talking outside the tent. Dawn had arrived but, being close to midsummer, 'twas still early, around four in the morning.
"Chief," Struan, his sword-bearer, said just outside.
"Aye?" Torrin sat up, his eyes scratchy from lack of sleep.
"Riders approaching."
Having slept fully clothed in his belted plaid, shirt and doublet, Torrin pushed through the flaps of the tent and joined his clansmen. "How many?"
"Six or eight." His brawny sword-bearer narrowed his eyes and squinted into the distance.
Indeed, those approaching through the mist from the south rode along the trail by Loch Shin at a quick pace. "They're in a hurry."
"Aye."
The other six MacLeods in his own party stood at the ready, though they appeared deceptively relaxed. He didn't have to tell them to prepare for an attack. They all well knew anyone could quickly turn into an enemy. He always took his best-trained guards with him whenever he traveled. They'd just left Lairg the day before. After his business there was completed, they'd headed north toward Durness. His good friend and foster brother, Iain Stewart, had wanted to accompany him, but Torrin had left while the man slept off a bad bout of drunkenness from the night before. He didn't need Iain's help on this mission.
None of his men, except Struan, had guessed his purpose in going to Durness. Of course, Struan could read him easily, and he knew Torrin held a keen interest in Lady Jessie MacKay. An interest that had only increased over the last several months since he'd first met her, even though he hadn't seen her again.
She haunted him. Her flaming red hair and her bright blue eyes wouldn't leave his mind or his dreams. Never had he seen such a beautiful lady. She had the presence of a Norse goddess, tall, lithe, and statuesque… almost as tall as Torrin.
Not only were the clan elders hounding him about marrying, but he was ready for a wife. At twenty-eight, he knew 'twas past time for him to marry and sire an heir. His younger brother was already married and had a wee bairn, a lass. He felt left behind. He'd arranged to marry Isobel MacKenzie, but Chief Dirk MacKay, Jessie's brother, had snatched Isobel from beneath his nose. He didn't hold it against Dirk. Torrin had been uncertain of the match anyway. But Jessie… she was a woman he didn't wish to let slip through his fingers.
The riders, swathed in belted plaids, slowed as they approached and eyed Torrin and his men cautiously.
They drew up as they came even with the camp. "A good morn to you," their leader said, his black hair in a queue and a few days' worth of beard stubble darkening his cheeks.
"Good morn," Torrin said. "You're traveling early."
"Aye, we needed an early start to reach Durness on the morrow at gloaming."
"That's where we're headed as well."
Their leader and two more men dismounted. "Gregor MacBain, Chief of the MacBains." He offered his hand.
"Chief Torrin MacLeod." He shook the other man's hand, noting that MacBain was shorter than him but also stockier. Of course, most people were shorter than Torrin. "Would you like to join us as we break our fast?" He wanted to ask the man what his business was in Durness, but since they'd just met, he didn't want to pry. Likely, the man would reveal his purpose before long.
"I thank you, but we've already eaten."
"It might be good to ride together into MacKay Country. A gang of a dozen or so highwaymen and outlaws troll the area." Torrin wouldn't add that his own brother, Nolan, had joined that gang. It saddened and shamed him greatly.
"Indeed?" Suspicion colored MacBain's tone.
"Aye. Donald McMurdo and Haldane MacKay lead them."
"Och. I've heard of McMurdo, a wily old highwayman who has murdered countless people."
Torrin nodded.
"And who is this Haldane MacKay?" MacBain asked.
"A lad of around twenty summers but still deadly. The youngest brother of the MacKay chief."
MacBain's dark eyes widened. "Any relation to Lady Jessie MacKay?"
"Aye, her youngest brother. You ken who she is?"
"I do indeed." The man gave a smile which could only be called nasty and cunning. "We were engaged in a trial marriage three years past."
"What?" Torrin blurted the word before he could stop himself, outrage and disbelief tensing his muscles.
The man's smile broadened. "I take it you ken who she is as well."
Torrin wanted to smash his fist into the man's face. "I've met her," he said instead, keeping his response discreet so as not to alert MacBain to his interest in her.
"She is lovely," the man mused.
Torrin had no inkling that Jessie had been in a trial marriage. That meant this bastard had taken her virginity and then cast her off like a worn-out shoe. Had she been hurt by his rejection, or happy to leave him? And why would he send her away? Was she barren or had he simply tired of her?
"So… you're no longer married to her?" Torrin inquired in a light tone.
"She was at my castle for a year and a day, as is customary, but…" MacBain shrugged. "I found someone else and sent Lady Jessie back to her family."
"Ah. So you found a more suitable wife."
"Aye, briefly. She bore me a fine son but she died soon after. I'm now in need of a wife again."
Torrin narrowed his eyes and nodded. Why hadn't the man kept Jessie as his wife in the first place if he was but chasing on her skirt-tails again? He disliked indecisive men.
"A chief must have a wife," MacBain said. "You ken what I'm talking about, aye? Are you married?"
"Nay, not yet. Soon, I hope."
MacBain nodded.
"Well, if you will allow us a few minutes to break our fast and finish packing up, we'll ride north with you."
"We need a rest anyway." He turned to his men. "Water the horses." The remaining MacBain clansmen dismounted.
Torrin's men had the camp mostly packed up and his cook was handing out bannocks within minutes.
While Torrin ate, he eyed MacBain. "I take it you are going to visit Lady Jessie."
"How did you guess?" The man smirked.
Torrin shrugged. He didn't like the cheeky bastard. He'd appeared friendly at first, but once he'd started talking about Lady Jessie and his deceased wife, he'd become highly unlikable. Obviously, he had no respect for women. Nor could MacBain make up his mind.
"Are you going to try to arrange another trial marriage with her?" Torrin took another bite of the bannock, although he was swiftly losing his appetite.
"Aye, she was rather smitten with me, so I'm certain she will be agreeable to it."
Hmph. She damned well better not be. Nay, Lady Jessie was intelligent. She wouldn't submit to being the rushes beneath this man's muddy feet. And if she even considered it, Torrin was bound and determined to change her mind. She deserved a man who would treat her like a goddess. Torrin could do that.
Weeks ago, when Dirk and the MacKay party had stopped for a night or two at Munrick Castle, Torrin had been disappointed that Lady Jessie was not traveling with them. For the second time, he'd asked Dirk for Lady Jessie's hand in marriage, but Dirk had said he wouldn't force his sister to marry someone she didn't wish to. Torrin could understand that. If his younger sister were still alive, he wouldn't force her to marry anyone she didn't want to either. A stab of sadness lanced his gut as it always did when he thought of Allina.
He pushed the cutting emotion away and focused on the beautiful image of Lady Jessie in his mind instead. Every time he thought of her, his mood lightened even though she'd rejected him. She simply didn't know him; that was all. She was skittish and suspicious. But he didn't fault her for it; he didn't trust easily either. He'd simply have to prove his worth to her. She made him want to be a better man.
Minutes later, after everything was packed onto the horses, the MacBains and MacLeods rode north.
Torrin hoped Lady Jessie would not give MacBain one moment of her attention. He didn't deserve it. Was there some other reason he was now going back for her? Torrin was certain it had naught to do with MacBain having any feelings for her.
Jessie's older brother, Dirk, was not in Durness, which prevented a marriage arrangement from being made, but MacBain didn't need to know that. He might try to use it to his advantage, or even try to steal Jessie away. Torrin refused to let that happen.
At midday, the sunlight and blue sky glimmered off the dark water of Loch Stack, near blinding him. They stopped to eat and allow the horses to rest. Torrin was staring at the snowcapped mountains in the distance and thinking about Jessie when MacBain approached.
"Why are you headed to Castle Dunnakeil?" MacBain asked. The bold whoreson obviously had no qualms about prying.
"Business. Land," Torrin said and continued eating. Of course, 'twas a lie, but if he could indeed marry Lady Jessie, he would receive the land in her dowry—land that bordered his own. And a marriage was a business deal in most cases. Still, those things were of little importance to him at the moment. He'd wanted a wife like Jessie most of his adult life. 'Twas as if God had taken the woman from his imagination and created Jessie.
He'd never say that aloud, of course; people would think him mad. At times, he wondered if indeed he was going a bit mad. He dreamed of her often, and she occupied his mind during the day. His primary concern now was protecting her from this wily MacBain bastard.
MacBain sat on a rock near him. "I understand Jessie's father passed last fall. Do you ken her brother, the new chief?"
"Aye, Dirk MacKay is a good man. Fair, honest." A bride thief. Torrin held back a grin for, in truth, he was thankful Dirk had stolen his betrothed. Isobel was beautiful, but if Torrin had married her, he would've missed his chance with Jessie. Aye, he had to believe he had a chance with her, despite her resistance.
Torrin glared at the man beside him. Maybe MacBain was the reason Jessie was turned against marriage and men. That had to be it. She would likely be furious that MacBain was back, sniffing at her slippers.
"I'm hoping Chief MacKay will be receptive to my offer of marriage to Jessie," MacBain said.
Doubtful, although Torrin wouldn't tell him this. Let him find out for himself that things were not so rosy. This would give Torrin an excuse and time for Jessie to get to know him. He wanted her trust… and a lot more.
"Why did you send her home at the end of the handfasting?" Torrin asked.
"Another woman bewitched me. 'Twas not something I planned. But I met Ellen about a month after I'd signed the trial marriage contract. I was smitten with her."
"So you sent Jessie home and married Ellen?"
"Aye, but I waited until the year was up so I wouldn't break the contract without good reason and rile her father. 'Twas difficult as Ellen was with child and I had to keep her condition a secret."
Difficult? Did he not think it was difficult for Jessie, watching her "husband" frolicking with another woman? Bastard.
"Lady Jessie must have been hurt and angry," Torrin said, as if only vaguely interested.
MacBain shrugged. "Aye, she glared at me a few times. Gave me the cold shoulder. But I'm certain I can warm her up again."
"'Haps." Ha. The man was full of horse dung. Jessie was more likely to dirk MacBain in his sleep than smile at him. And he hoped she would.
"She's a fiery one."
Torrin glared at him, not wanting to hear one more word or he might choke the bastard before they made it to Durness.
"Why are you pursuing her instead of some other lady?" Torrin asked. "Surely, 'twould be easier if you didn't have a history with the woman."
"Her dowry is…" MacBain clamped his lips shut.
"Aye?" Torrin prompted.
MacBain eyed him suspiciously. "Well, I suppose I can tell you. You won't tell anyone, will you?"
Torrin shook his head. "Nay. Who would I tell?"
"I heard that her brother increased her dowry, and added some land in."
"Ah." Money-hungry whoreson. All he wanted was the dowry. Not Jessie. Torrin knew this happened with a lot of marriage arrangements. Land was important to him as well, so his clan could grow more food and not starve. But for him, the woman he took to wife would be far more important than the land she brought to the marriage.
"You won't tell her I said that, will you?" MacBain's brows scrunched together.
"I barely know her." But he intended to change that, though it might take some time. Besides, he wouldn't need to tell her why MacBain was pursuing her again. She'd know. She was one of the canniest women he knew. He hadn't talked to her much, but he'd watched her plenty during the month he'd been at Dunnakeil last winter. He knew her to be friendly and caring, quick with a smile. Not for him, of course, but for those she was close to. She'd been managing the servants at that time and 'twas obvious everything was spotless.
She would make a perfect wife for him. He looked forward to convincing her of that.
***
During supper at Dunnakeil Castle, one of the guards approached Lady Jessie MacKay at the high table. "We have visitors, m'lady," he said, raising his voice over the roar of conversation in the candlelit great hall.
Halting her knife in the midst of cutting a piece of venison, she glanced up at him with trepidation. Please don't let it be Haldane. She couldn't deal with her outlaw younger brother. Although Dirk hadn’t exactly left her in charge of the castle, she was the next oldest of her siblings and of the highest rank here. Dirk's sword-bearer, Erskine, and the guards were to handle defense. But if they had noble visitors, she was the one left to entertain them… along with her other brother, Aiden. But his method of entertainment was music. She would have to deal with everything else.
"Who is it?" she asked with dread.
"Chief MacLeod and Chief MacBain," the guard informed her.
"What?" Jessie's mouth hung open. Noticing a few people staring at her, she snapped her mouth closed and tried to contain her shock. Those were two names she'd hoped to never hear again. "Are you certain? Torrin MacLeod and Gregor MacBain?"
"Aye."
"What on earth are they doing here?"
"They would not say, but they're requesting entrance."
"How many men with them?" her younger brother, Aiden, asked beside her.
"Just over a dozen."
"I'll see what they want." Aiden stood.
"Wait." Jessie grabbed his slender arm. "I'll go, too." Why couldn't Dirk have been here at a time like this? He and around twenty-five had left, traveling south, a few weeks ago. They'd been planning to stop by Munrick Castle, Torrin MacLeod's keep. He knew Dirk wasn't here. Was that why he'd come? To harass her about marrying him? "Where is Erskine?" she asked. Her older brother's sword-bearer would ken what to do if conflict broke out.
"Outside," the guard said. "But he wanted your permission before we allowed them entrance. We're fair certain the MacLeods are allies, but we don't ken about the MacBains since… eh…" The guard's face flushed.
"Aye." Since her handfasting with him had gone sour three years past.
"I don't think Torrin MacLeod wants to wage war with you, sister." Aiden smirked, his boyish face taking on a pixie charm.
She rolled her eyes. She could guess why Torrin was here, but MacBain? The man whose castle she'd spent a year and a day at. She'd hoped to never see him again. Of a certainty, at the time, she'd fallen for him, but since being away from him, she'd come to realize what kind of knave he truly was. He cared for no one but himself. Gregor MacBain was incredibly selfish and changed his mind as often as the changing weather in the Highlands. He'd entered into a legal marriage with another woman. Jessie had naught to say to him.
After pushing herself up from the table, she crossed the great hall on shaky legs. But never could she let either of the men outside see a smidgen of weakness from her. They would circle and close in like hungry buzzards.
Stepping into the courtyard, she saw that gloaming had settled over the land with a purple light just after sunset, and a brisk breeze blew in off the North Sea. She, Aiden, and the guard moved toward the iron portcullis.
Erskine joined them, his short brown hair ruffled by the wind. He wore leather armor and carried a sword at his hip. But he did not appear overly concerned. "M'lady." He gave an abbreviated bow. "Both MacLeod and MacBain appear to have come in peace. They wish to speak to you."
Jessie's stomach knotted worse than the ropes used on the galleys. Saints! She gave a brief nod, though she did not want to face either man, but for different reasons. She took a deep breath and placed a hand upon the hilt of the foot-long dirk in the scabbard on her belt. She was never without it. Not that she expected to have to use it on either man. But it gave her more confidence.
As they approached the gate, her breathing grew shallower and her sweaty hands more fidgety. She clasped them before her.
Remain calm.
Her gaze landed on Torrin MacLeod first. A wave of panic and something far more disturbing washed over her. The man was just as striking and attractive as the last time she'd seen him, mayhap more so, with his compelling green eyes, long chestnut hair and tall, lean frame. He was one of the few men who towered over her. But looking into his eyes filled her with a mixture of dread, fear, and something she didn't want to think about.
She quickly switched her gaze to Gregor MacBain. His black hair was much longer than it had been the last time she'd seen him and a scruffy short beard covered the lower half of his face. His dark-brown eyes had once completely bewitched her, but now she could hardly tolerate the sight of him. She had been so young and naïve when she'd first met him.
"Lady Jessie," Gregor said in a cheerful tone, then bowed deeply. His conciliatory smile annoyed her greatly. "I'm so glad to see you, lass."
"What do you want, Gregor?" she demanded.
Torrin snorted, one side of his lips kicking up in a half smile as he watched her with pronounced interest.
Heat rushed over her and she immediately felt even more edgy than before. No matter how disconcerting she found him, she simply needed to ignore Torrin, but remain ever vigilant around him for he was a dangerous man. She had seen firsthand what kind of lethal warrior he was.
"Is that any way to greet your husband?" Gregor cajoled.
"You are not my husband," she stated firmly, sending him what she hoped was a cutting glare. "You married another woman."
"Aye, but she passed giving birth to my son. I made a mistake. I never should've left you for her. I ken you must have missed me."
"You're wrong. I hardly remember much about you. And our marriage was not a legal one, so you were never my husband, in truth. 'Twas only a handfasting." She detested the Highland practice of trial marriage for a year and a day, to see if the woman would conceive a bairn, before the legal marriage took place. This, of course, benefited the man, usually a chief who needed an heir. She would never willingly enter into one of these arrangements again. She'd much prefer to remain unmarried and be of service to her family and clan.
Gregor sighed. "A storm is blowing in off the sea. Will you not let us in and feed us supper? What of Highland hospitality?"
"I have no hospitality or sympathy for you," she said, only now noticing the strong wind whipping her hair and cooling her overheated face.
"Allow me to talk to the lady alone." Torrin's tone was low and deep, but most disturbing of all, he never took his eyes off her.

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Guest: Eliza Knight & The Highlander's Sin

Eliza Knight is the multi-published, award-winning, Amazon best-selling author of sizzling historical romance and erotic romance. While not reading, writing or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain, and enjoys cold winter nights when she can curl up in front of a roaring fire with her own knight in shining armor.
Q: Welcome, Eliza! Please tell us about your latest release.
A: First off, thanks so much for hosting me today! I’m excited to be here sharing with you my latest release—The Highlander’s Sin! Sin is the 6th book in my Stolen Bride series of Scottish historical romances. The series takes place in the Braveheart era, and is filled with fiercely loyal, hot, Highland heroes, and independent, feisty, sexy heroines. In the latest release, the hero Duncan, has a lot of internal demons he’s battling. He commits a lot of sins as a mercenary, but there is one major sin he committed that has ruled his entire existence. Heather, the heroine, is a sassy, stubborn lass, and just what Duncan needs to move forward in his life. She’ll teach him there is more to life than mourning, and punishing himself, and in return, she gains the love of an amazing man, her perfect match.
Q: I'm reading this story now and I love the intensity of it! What inspired this story?
A: Heather was a young teen in the first book, but already a vibrant, feisty character. I knew that when it came time for her own story—in book 6—that she was going to need an extraordinary hero to match her. I had NO idea who it was going to be. Not until when I was at the end of book 5—The Highlander’s Triumph—and this mystery priest enters the scene. I wanted him to be intimidating, strike fear in people, but on the inside, he has a heart of gold. And then it hit me—WHAM—this guy, this priest, is my hero. Of course, they both argued with me, about it, because neither of them wants love, but when circumstances put them together, neither of them could fight the intense attraction and soul-searching they provided each other.
Q: Wow that's interesting! Please tell us about your favorite character in the book.
A: This is a tough question! But honestly, my favorite is going to be Duncan. I fell in love with him. Wanted to soothe his pain. I definitely imagined I was Heather J
Q: I fell in love with him too! Which element of story creation is your favorite?
A: I think the story creation itself is my favorite—watching it all unfold before my eyes, those AH-HA! moments are such a thrill!
Q: Where is your favorite place in the world?
A: My favorite place in the world is most definitely a mix between Southern Ireland and the Highlands of Scotland. The countryside is gorgeous, lush, mysterious… There is this draw when you stand there, like you could lay down on the ground and never leave.

Q: Would you like to ask readers a question?
A: I would DEFINITELY like to ask the readers a question!! What is your favorite place in the world???
I’d love to give away an e-copy of The Highlander’s Sin to one lucky commenter! (Please remember to leave some version of your email address in your comment or a way for us to contact you. Thanks!)

The Highlander’s Sin
He stole her away… But she set him free…

They called him The Priest. Maybe because of his billowing black robes and the steel crucifix that hung around his neck. Or perhaps it was because those who met him were compelled to pray. But Duncan Mackay was anything but a saint. He was a sinner—a paid mercenary. Until he met her, and she made him want to change his ways.

Lady Heather Sutherland, has never been compelled to follow rules. And this time, she’s gone too far. Following in the footsteps of her brothers and cousins, she chooses to join the fight for Scottish freedom—and gets herself abducted by a handsome, rogue warrior, whose touch is sweet sin.

Duncan’s duty was clear—steal Heather away from Dunrobin Castle. What he didn’t expect, was to be charmed by her spirit and rocked by her fiery kiss. Now, he doesn’t want deliver her to those who hired him, instead he wants to keep her all to himself.

THE HIGHLANDER'S SIN is the sixth book in the Stolen Bride series, but it can stand alone.

Check out the other books in the series!

The Highlander's Reward
The Highlander's Conquest
The Highlander's Lady
The Highlander's Warrior Bride
The Highlander's Triumph

And releasing early 2014 -- The Highlander's Temptation


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More News - Print Release & Reviews
Last week was busy with the release of Her Royal Masquerade. A blog tour had me hopping and eager nerves had me obsessing and hoping for a good response for a story different that what I've written in the past. It's early yet, but I have a couple 5 star reviews on Amazon and some great reviews from blog sites.

"Prince Vittorio and Mia suck you in from the first sentence and have you wanting to see how it can possibly work out for them to both end up happy. … Is happy for now enough? When the laws literally keep you from happily ever after, can you be content with a glimpse at true happiness? That is the big question for these two. I truly enjoyed the journey with these two. There is just something so special about both of them. … I truly hope y’all enjoy it as much as I have! :)"
~ Day Dreaming Book Reviews

“I have read and loved Natasha Moore’s stories with curvy heroines. After reading this book with a non-curvy heroine I must say that this author knows women of all sizes and makes it an obvious pleasure to read about them. Mia Holmberg is a sweet heroine whom I couldn’t help but admire. … Vittorio is a prime example of a royal Alpha male used to getting his way in all things and I enjoyed watching his struggle when things were not going as he’d anticipated. I’m looking forward to reading the next in the series and felt as if the author were teasing me with the brief preview so now it’s a countdown!!”
~ Venus Cahill 4.5 Stars!

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Also, next week, November 5th, is the print release of Silken Canvas. This is one of my favorite books, and the cover is absolutely gorgeous. So if you'd like a print copy of an erotic romance about "...a sexy, tortured artist, his gorgeous muse, and a string of pearls that creates one very erotic BDSM fantasy." you can pre-order now. OR you can download the e-book version right now! :)
Excerpt:
Brendan kept losing his focus as he shot pictures of the snakes slithering around Ashley’s body. He knew he should be seeing the whole picture. The lighting. The composition. The images he wanted to capture. The art he was creating.

Instead, he kept seeing the woman.

It could have had something to do with his tight jeans. He was so hard, it was damned uncomfortable to crouch down and get a good shot of the greedy snake trying for her center. He’d like to have his tongue there right now. He shifted to try to ease the pressure. Didn’t work.

He rose to his feet and zoomed in on her luscious lips. He swallowed, his mouth dry. He should be able to turn off his attraction to Ashley. Hell, he’d been attracted to most of his models. He’d even had sex with some of them despite what he’d told her. But when he had the camera in his hands, it had always been all about the art. The models ceased to be women and became his canvas.

So why did he find himself focusing on the pulse point at the base of Ashley’s pale throat? All he could think about was the way he’d pressed his lips there in the past and felt her pulse leap in response. He’d eagerly licked that tender spot, right there, where the green and gold snake appeared to slide over her body. He zoomed in on her throat, capturing the way the snake collared her.

“Lift your hair up. That’s right, stretch your arms high but keep your elbows back so I can get a clear shot of your throat. Can you feel the snake wrapped around your neck? Is his skin smooth or rough? Does his body ripple as he slithers along your throat? Does he nibble on your ear while he whispers those words of temptation you don’t want to hear?”

“Brendan…”

No, he didn’t want to hear her musical voice, the one he still heard in his sleep. “Shhh. I’ll be done soon. You can drop your arms. Clasp your hands behind your back.” He could tell she was tiring. He’d worked her hard and she’d complained very little. But he had to shake off this unsettling lack of concentration and finish the shoot.


Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

Guest: Scarlet Love - Demon Holidays

What's a better holiday for a demon than Halloween?




Halloween is the word that comes down to us from All Hallows Eve, which is the night when spirits were believed to be abroad. Apparently, they could cross over from their world to ours on this one night of the year.

To keep these spirits from trashing their homes, people would leave out offerings of food or whatever they thought might please the ghosts. If you didn't want the spirit to play a nasty 'trick' on you, you'd give them a 'treat'.

Hence, trick or treating!
In thinking about these ghosts sneaking around on Halloween, a demon came to me and whispered his story in my ear. I've written down his tale in Demon Holidays


My demon in Demon Holidays is a sly one who goes out on Halloween looking for  - well, what do you think a demon would be looking for on a cold and dark night?

The angel he stumbles upon is perfect for his purposes, but she has her own ideas about what must be done on this night when the spirit world collides with the mortal world.

Sparks fly as they each wield their own powers, hoping to find a common ground.

Excerpt: Demon reached for the underside of Angel's breasts. “The clock has struck midnight,” he said, using a soft tone to sweeten his harsh message. “It’s Halloween. I could take the baby now, if you don’t agree to have sex with me.”


“Demon!” She whirled on him, eyes spitting her own brand of silver fire. “You’ll never touch me in this or any other world if you harm that baby!”

He grinned slowly, savoring her fury. The more she resisted, the sweeter her ultimate capitulation would be.

“I like that fierce side of you,” he said.

“I don’t like the mean side of you. Don’t threaten me, Demon. You can’t take the baby.”

“Oh, but I could. The veil between the human world and ours is at its thinnest on Halloween. It’s easy for me to reach through.”

“The days when you could get men to perform evil for you on Halloween are gone. We angels have worked hard with humans to de-fang that holiday.”

“You haven’t eliminated the ability of the spirits in our realm to move freely in the human world.”

“That’s exactly why I’m here! It’s the one day in the year I can have some influence over this baby’s fate! So go away, Demon. I don’t want you here.”

She stared him down, her gray eyes sparking determination into his. But she didn’t move when he placed his hands directly on her breasts. “You know,” he said, “it’s a terrible thing for an angel to lie.” He tried very hard not to smile.


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The Fussy Librarian

My fellow author on this blog, Jenna Ives, told me about an interesting new service for both readers and authors alike. It's called The Fussy Librarian. Have you heard of it?

It's basically a new website that gives readers their very own personal librarian. You type in your email, tell them what kind of books you like to read and how you feel about profanity, violence and sex in novels. Then a daily email arrives with your e-book recommendations. They're featuring Jenna's book Snow White And Her Seven Lovers today, so I hope you'll check them out, and, if it sounds like something you'd be interested in, sign up! www.thefussylibrarian.com

Until next month,

Leigh
www.leighcourt.com
Let Them Eat Cake


Do you ever have one of those “aha” moments that just sort of makes you feel like an idiot? Or reminds you that you are completely unhip or out of it? I’ve had quite a few of those in the last few months, and I blame it on…well, anything I can blame it on. Who wants to admit she not only had no clue what the little notches on the side of the foil box were for, but that she had no idea the little notches existed?

To my credit, I am a bit of a flake, so I kind of have an excuse for being dingy sometimes. However, I think I’m going beyond the top end of even my dinginess meter. For example, during a conversation with my husband, I realized that I had totally misunderstood, or rather, misinterpreted due to my sunny nature, the old saying, “You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.” Now, you may wonder how anyone with any kind of sense at all can misinterpret that, but I did. In my head, I’m picturing a piece of cake and the cake it came from, so, to me, of course you can have your cake and eat it, too, because you’ll have some left to munch on. Always seeing the glass half full, I guess. However, my DH pointed out that the idea is that we’re only dealing with one piece of cake at a time, which changes the whole meaning. Obviously, if you eat the cake, it’s gone. What a freakin’ bummer.

So me, being a happy ending kind of girl, can’t deal with the whole idea of not being able to enjoy my piece of cake because it will be gone and there’s none left to nibble on. And we’re talking about cake here…cake. I love cake. I can’t tell you how stupidly disappointed I felt about the loss of this piece of cake (because of course I’m going to eat it and not just stare at it for eternity). However, I felt dumber for realizing that for decades when someone used this saying I secretly snickered to myself at how disillusioned the person was. Of course, you can have your cake!. There’s a never-ending supply, perhaps in Oz or in that crazy place in that Tom Petty video for Don’t Come Around Here No More where the girl turns into—you guessed it!—cake.

I know technology often flummoxes people and makes them feel out of it. I’m not too far behind because I love technology, but there are certain things I don’t understand that get me into trouble when I do figure them out. For example, the whole autocorrect thing with IPhones had me mystified. I’ve never had this problem. I kept seeing people posting the messages they sent where “Get milk and eggs” somehow, through the magic of IPhone’s autocorrect dictionary, got changed and sent as “I slept with your sister at our wedding.” I always wondered how this could happen. I mean, how fast are you typing? I still use my index fingers to text, like any good Neanderthal, not my thumbs. Not there yet. Even at that, how fast do you have to type to produce a message and send it without proofing it first?

And therein lies the epiphany.

The people sending these messages, whether tapped out with their thumbs, index fingers, or noses, hit the send button before proofing their messages, unlike me who proofreads her texts about three times and even revises them once or twice before hesitantly letting them go.

Yes, I proof my texts. I PROOFREAD MY TEXT MESSAGES! Who does that? Who? Me, the Queen of Unhip writer person who lives in a world filled with cake, that’s who.

I know I can’t be the only person who has experienced these types of ego-crushing realizations. What about you? Any unsettling self-realizations lately? Please do share in the comments section. It may not make you feel better, but it will do me a world of good. 

Happy reading!
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