Not So French Vanilla – new eBook by Nevea Lane – Available now!


Dabney had finally done it, she made the perfect vanilla cupcake! The smell was so intoxicating it brought her longtime friend and neighbor Camron knocking at her door. However, what Camron wanted was more than just a taste of her latest baked goodies. He was about to let his bountiful beautiful baker know that what he wanted was not so French Vanilla.
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Free Read – Interviewing the Italian – Chapter One


http://www.wattpad.com/78256168-interviewing-the-italian-chapter-one?d=ud

This is a free read to a story I finished around eight years ago.  It was written in first person and I would like to say that I’ve grown.  But since I can’t sit on this and I’m cleaning up my files, for your reading pleasure.  Click the link above.

Unexpected by Nevea Lane Available Now! Go get it!| Shara Azod – Adventures in Erotic Literature


http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/unexpected.html

 

An Excerpt:

 

“Look, I am so sorry. I don’t know why I hid under your desk. I was trying to put this flea collar on Doll and she ran in here and I thought…” She finally got herself turned around and faced the source of the voice. She stopped mid-rant.

What she was staring at was the most surreal-looking human being she’d ever laid eyes on. She’d seen the sculptures at the Louvre in Paris, and this man was nothing near comparable. His skin was pale like the marble of those statues, but the statues didn’t glow like his skin did. She shook her head. That was impossible. People didn’t glow. She looked at his square, firm jaw-line, back to his face and swallowed. No, his flesh was glowing. It reminded her of staring at the moon after a fall rain. His inky black hair shone like wet tar, striking a sinister yet appealing contrast to his porcelain-like skin. It looked soft, and she felt immediately drawn to it, her hands itched to touch it. Yet, it was his eyes that made her lose her knack for babbling. They were a strange shade of blue, a hue stuck somewhere between midnight and dawn. Dinah had a master’s degree in English, and made a living off having a way with her words, and just his presence had robbed her of speech and thought. She only stared at him, wide eyed, because all her language skills had left.

His dark brows knitted together, and she swore she could feel his anger. This man had an aura of authority and anger. She started to inch around the desk, glancing at the door and judging the distance she’d have to make up. I’m going to make a run for it. Ten feet to the door and damn the cat.

“Don’t even think about running until you tell me why you’re here. Then I might let you leave.”

Coming Soon from Nevea Lane – Unexpected (A Paranormal)


It’s funny how the smallest details can get you into a world of trouble. For Dinah Jacobs, it was a small

cat. No problem, she didn’t fear stray cats, especially not as beautiful as the Siamese that was always

waiting for her when she got home. She fed her, gave her a name, and even bought her a flea collar.

That is where things went terribly wrong. The darn cat dashes into her mysterious neighbors home as

she was trying to get the collar around his neck. Trying to get the Siamese out of the neighbors house,

she discovers the cat mislead her. It wasn’t a stray. It belonged to the very dark, very brooding, very

handsome next door neighbor. Galien was more than what he appeared at first glance, but did she

want to stick around t find out what made him so unique? Galien wasn’t going to give her a choice. She

broke into his home, she was about to find out what happens when vampires get unexpected guests.

*Excerpt*

“Are you going to kill me?” she whispered. Galien was right. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to die for desire. Nothing was worth that.
“You’ve been to France, oui?”
She could only nod.
“Then you know what le petit mort means.”
She nodded again.
“And…?” he said, his fingers tracing a line under her jaw to her earlobe.
“It means the little death, or orgasm,” she said, her voice sounding small, helpless, breathless, and completely in need.
“Then, oui, I’m going to kill you over and over and over again.” His smile was sweet, his tone sincere…
NL_Unexpected - Cover

New Release – If I Could Go


*Peeking around*  Wow, is it empty in here.  *dusting microphone off* Hello?  *echoes*  *Tapping mic*

HELLO UNIVERSE!

It has been a while.   I could say, shame on me, but I’m really not ashamed.   Everyone needs to recharge their batteries every once in a while, we are all human, well most of us are.

Which brings me to my point of stopping in.   We are all human, apt to faint, be fickle, get tired, lose our phones, marbles, watch, mind…you name it.  As humans, as much as we gain, we can lose.   Given the emotional time of losing loved ones and letting things go, sometimes we wonder, what are we doing it all for?  Love.  Love, in its many forms, does make the world go round.  Whether it be for love of money, love of yourself, love for others, love for the world… Love does play a part in everything we do.

Moving on to my next point – What would you do for love?  Would you stick around for over a thousand years just for a glimpse of a soul you once knew?   Would you believe your dreams, no matter how absurd they sounded or looked?

I’ve decided to go down that word and examine what two souls would do for love.  This short novella is a starting point to introduce you to my new set of characters,  Marius and Fia.   While this beginning work is short, it is merely just a ‘jump-off’ to the next work which is in progress.

With that being said, how about a buy link? Click the image or go here – http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/if-i-could-go.html

 

Fia Nyx was exhausted. Not from her job, leading an analysis team in Italy to expand the Roman section at the Smithsonian sounds like it would be exhausting, but it was actually her sleep that was keeping Fia exhausted. The dreams of the sexy male with his blonde hair and blue eyes making her squirm and cry out in passion would be great, if they stayed in her dreams, while she was in bed. Now the dreams were occurring mid conversation. Her sister is begging her to come home, but Fia can’t help to feel there is something more to these waking dreams. What she finds is a lot deeper than sleep deprivation.

New Release Available at http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/if-i-could-go.html
New Release Available at http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/if-i-could-go.html

Coloring Outside the Lines (with a New Release)


Why did you do this to me? 

I’m an extremely dominant woman and usually can’t be told what to do, unless it is in role-play, but unless you are my mate, don’t even think about it.  So, what I concluded is that I have a very hard time hearing ‘you belong to this box’.  I belong in no-one’s box.    So I did not write a non-interracial book to irritate fans or to do anything but the obvious: to avoid being pigeon-holed.    I could have come up with another pseudonym but I  already have enough muses talking to me, I really don’t need another ‘voice’ coming at me with ideas.  So I wrote a non-IR work for no other purpose but to flex my literary muscle.

Love is colorless 

It doesn’t matter what color of skin you live in, all that matters is that love conquers all things.  Now, could I take some flack for not being a certain color and writing about a heroine in that color? Yep, but I’m not hearing you.  Love is colorless and no matter your pigment, you know distress, you know romance and you know emotions.  Emotions are not based upon how much melanin is in your skin or what ‘hood’ you grew up in.  As far as I know, rage is rage, hurt is hurt and love is love.

The New Release

As you can tell from the cover, this is a non-Interracial book that exceeds color lines.  LOOK AT THAT COVER!  How could you not want to write about them?  Look at that embrace, the look in their eyes.  It is sensual, seductive and erotic.  How could I not craft a story for this wonderful couple?

Initate and Ignite
Initate and Ignite

So now that you know somewhat why I wrote this  touching and endearing story of a PTSD suffering Marine and a touch therapist, how about an excerpt to entice you?

Blurb – Massage therapist Celine Beauregard came across all types of people in her line of work; those who were nice, and those who could be classified as the scum of the earth. Then there was Gunnery Sergeant Xerxes Talmay, a war-weary vet with a case of post-traumatic stress disorder. Something always ached in Celine when she set eyes on the tall handsome Marine, and her job was to help. The soldier needed different therapy, and Celine decided it was time to initiate the man to the true power of touch.

EXCERPT

Perhaps it was her mind playing tricks on her. She’d like to think she’d always kept the relationship between her and Xerxes one hundred percent professional, but in his arms now, she questioned why she always made him the last appointment of her day. Maybe it was because she wanted his face to be the last face she saw before she settled in for the evening.

“I’ve never tried to dance with a client before, Xerxes. This isn’t typical.” Celine felt like she needed to defend what she was doing in his arms, as if there was some sort of code of conduct she signed. The only code she was going by was her own personal morals, and she didn’t want to feel like she was taking advantage of someone.

“I wouldn’t think it was typical for you, and if I had any inkling that it was, you wouldn’t have seen me after the first session. I’m a Marine, Celine. I’m trained to spot inconsistencies.”

“Then you and I are a lot alike. I’m trained to spot them as well. Care to tell me what you think your anchor is, since I’ve been trying to figure it out,” Celine said. She didn’t expect him to twirl her around and dip her in a move that could have been in a Fred Astaire movie. When he pulled her into his embrace, and wrapped his arms around her, her body involuntarily shuddered with delight.

“My guess is that my anchor,” Xerxes said as he looked her up and down, “is you.” His gaze strayed to her lips again. She knew he was going to kiss her even before he licked his lips. It was the look in his eyes, and she wasn’t going to stop him. Her eyes fluttered closed even as he took his time leaning down to her lips.

The kiss was as soft as a whisper, at first, dancing across her lips, leaving the memory of his mouth on hers. Working with Xerxes over the past months, she’d always kept her distance, letting him find his own pace with their sessions. Now, in his arms, she realized the months of touching him, trying to soothe him, she’d formed an attraction to him that went beyond his mere physical appearance.

He raised his head from the kiss, his deep brown eyes burrowing into hers, making her feel hot, desired, wanton and scared shitless all at the same time. She met his gaze unwaveringly, and tried to read his expression. It was lust for sure. She’d seen that plenty times before. However, Xerxes lustful look contained just enough longing to make her womanhood clench.

“Will you be my anchor?” He asked as his lips descended on hers again, this time, the light kisses were gone. His tongue plundered her mouth as if he was on a mission to capture every single one of her breaths and inhale it as his own. Over her mouth, his tongue raked against her lips, his teeth nipping the corners, his hands roaming over her bare back. Every motion whipped up a frenzy of lust that made her feel faint. He broke the kiss, and she had to take in big gulps of air.

“Anchor me, Celine. Be the calm in the midst of the noise.”

If you want more, click the cover and head on over to Beautiful Trouble Publishing to get your copy. 

Until we meet again, love is limitless, color outside the lines and break free from stereotypes.  

New Release – Measure for Measure – Only 99 Cents!


New Release – Measure for Measure – Only 99 Cents! Click the book for the link or  click here

What’s a girl to do when faced with three years of jail time or one night with a sensual dominant?  Submit of course.   Isabella Court didn’t think that one night with with her boss, Duke Vincentio would be as bad as going to jail.  What she didn’t plan on was the lust the arrogant mogul ignited in her.  One night, no jail. What’s the worse that could happen?

 

New BDSM Release
Measure for Measure

 

Writing and Writhing, and The Color of Love Blog Hop


Business first – This post is a part of the Color of Love Blog Hop hosted by the lovely Kiru Taye, Empi Baryeh, and Nana Prah.  If you haven’t read their works, where have you been?  Go buy one, now, don’t worry, this post will still be here when you get back….

Back now?  Ok, great!  Welcome! Now, for this lovely blog hop there are prizes, glorious prizes!

  • 1st prize: $50 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks
  • 2nd prize: $30 Amazon gift card+ 8 ebooks
  • 3rd prize: $20 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks
  • 4th prize: $10 Amazon gift card + 8 ebooks

Now, to enter this Rafflecopter, follow the links below.

ColorofLove_Bloghop

CLICK ME Prize Pack for Color of Love Blog Hop
CLICK ME Prize Pack for Color of Love Blog Hop

 

Or you can use the following external url: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=318317.

NOW FOR THE FUN….

Writing and writhing.  It is sometimes the same dang thing if you ask me.  We can writhe in pain and we can write in pain .  We can write in joy and we can writhe in joy.   What is my point?  My point is, writhing is a part of the writing process.   It is alas, a labor of love.  The most beautiful part of writing is that we have control of what we create.  I create multicultural and interracial romances not because it is becoming popular, but because it is what I live.   Multicultural and Interracial romances were hard to find three years ago. You had to be on the ‘in-crowd’ to know what authors who were doing it right.   You couldn’t just go into Amazon and find the category.  Thank God for places like All Romance Ebooks that had a section just for interracial ebooks!  (Side note, when I first started devouring MC/IR books, there was only about 50 pages of IR/MC of books on All Romance Ebooks, now there is at least 150, way to go fam!)  Now, knowing this is a  niche, a niche that everyone may not get into, one must realize that I don’t write for the money.   This isn’t about sales.  It never really was about how many followers I gained, nor about how many books I could write.  I started writing this way because I had a story to tell.

While most of my stories are quite kinky, well ok, most are quite kinky, they are often metaphors for real life plights.   Do I focus on the fact that my characters are different races and make it a huge issue that race is the only thing moving the story?  Absolutely not, because race has never moved my life.  Do I consider race when writing?  Yes, but only in the most Jungian ways; skin tones that create contrasts when the hero and the heroine are coupled together.  Does the contrast of different skin tones turn people on? Of course! But don’t we deal enough with race issues just by waking up in the morning that we all don’t need to read about it in our books; aren’t our books supposed to be an ‘escape’ from reality?

Speaking of escaping reality, my newest short story, Prima Materia, deals with vampyres but they are dealing with some real human emotions.   I don’t dip into fantasy often, but something about carrying an emotion for more than a human lifetime inspired me to write this little ditty.

Prima Materia by Nevea Lane
Prima Materia by Nevea Lane
Fatima had an immense amount of time to think being over three hundred years old. When she wasn’t administering her own version of justice, preternatural style, she was thinking of only one other being: Pero Franco, her sire and her lover. Although she’d hadn’t lain sight on him in over two hundred years, her love for him still ruled over everything. Pero’s disappearing act turned her into the cold vampyre she was, and only Pero could save her from her loneliness. A part of her wanted to tear him limb from limb, and the other wanted to caress every inch of his skin. Can Fatima find peace once she comes face to face of the one that created her and abandoned her?
 

Writing has always been a process, sometimes it is hard because we have to deal with our own personal issues in them; whether that be finding time to write, editing (which is a whole other beast) marketing, picking covers, and trying not to assault your characters because they refuse to do what you want them to do.   The writing process can also be fun and yet still make you writhe.  Another book I had extreme fun writing but made me writhe in pain because of the issue of divorce and trust was A Lesson in Trust: 

A Lesson in Trust
A Lesson in Trust

This book is about a married couple finding a new way to save their relationship.  This is a part of my Nevea’s Naughty Nibbles line, a collection of short stories that give you the kink and the passion without the full course meal.   Check it out, it well be a 1.50 well spent. ;)

That’s it for me on this rant and tangent, there will be more, well unless the muses decide to intervene once again.  Take care, happy reading, and check out some of the other authors in the blog hop!

1. Kiru Taye 15. Toye Lawson Brown 29. Vallory Vance
2. Dee Little (Love Books? Blog Books!) 16. Nikki Prince 30. LENA HART
3. Nana Prah 17. Zee Monodee 31. kenya wright
4. Love Bites and Silk 18. Empi Baryeh 32. Sharonda @ Salacious Reads
5. Delaney Diamond 19. Laurel Cremant 33. Sabrina Devonshire
6. Romance Novels in Color (diversity in romance) 20. Shyla Colt 34. Lyric James
7. Kassanna 21. RWOWA 35
8. Cora Blu 22. Haley Whitehall 36. Sharita Lira
9. Georgia Lyn Hunter 23. Olivia Linden 37. Natasha Blackthorne
10. Shewanda Pugh 24. Nulli Para Ora 38. Doris O’Connor
11. Sharon C. Cooper 25. Zrinka Jelic 39. Book Sniffers Anonymous
12. Rhonda Laurel 26. KH LeMoyne 40. Tatiana Caldwell
13. Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku 27. Debbie Christiana
14. Courtney Seetsh 28. Bookswagger

 

99 Cents at ARe! Prima Materia by Nevea Lane


Prima Materia by Nevea Lane
Prima Materia by Nevea Lane

 

 

Fatima had an immense amount of time to think being over three hundred years old. When she wasn’t administering her own version of justice, preternatural style, she was thinking of only one other being: Pero Franco, her sire and her lover. Although she’d hadn’t lain sight on him in over two hundred years, her love for him still ruled over everything. Pero’s disappearing act turned her into the cold vampyre she was, and only Pero could save her from her loneliness. A part of her wanted to tear him limb from limb, and the other wanted to caress every inch of his skin. Can Fatima find peace once she comes face to face of the one that created her and abandoned her?