“You’ve inspired me pet. I’m here to sign up for the emergency responders. According to Dr. Daniels, there’s an opening.” His smile, stretching from ear to ear, showed how enthused he was and his eyes danced with his announcement. Boy he wears his emotions all over his face. She couldn’t help but to be moved by his eagerness and returned his smile.
“So y’all have names for each other now? She must really be grateful to you man, my twin doesn’t give out nicknames and she hates being called anything but Vesta.” Vinny took a sip of his coffee without breaking eye contact with Brighton. If Vinny had hair on his head, it would be standing up by now. Her brother’s bald head was a beacon for determining what was going through his head, and right now, a vein was bulging on the right side of his dome. I know that vein. He’s going to strike first and ask questions later. She knew she had to stop the standoff of male hormones or she was going to be in the middle of who knows what, but she knew family always stuck together, no matter what.
“Shut up Vin or I’ll let these strangers know what we called you when we were little.” Turning her head back to Brighton, she noticed the twinkle of laughter in his eyes. His eyes really are magnificent.
You asked, now you shall receive. We ran an experiment for a while of shorter stories, however, most fans have indicated they want something longer… (don’t we all… *snicker*) So here I give to you, Amory’s Mate, a longer work that will knock your socks off with action and sensuality. The heroine is a independent damsel that is in distress but you won’t see her faint nor swoon. She is packing guns and knows how to use them. Here is a blurb and an excerpt. It is available now at http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/amorys-mate.html
Running in the woods through deep snow in the middle of the night wasn’t a good idea no matter who you were. Running through the woods at night, during a blizzard with a stolen laptop, several stolen microchips, and two goons chasing you was an even worse idea. Angel Harmon was always full of ideas, but this late-night run hadn’t been her plan. She thought for the hundredth time that hour that all she was doing was her job. She thought she’d chosen a safe career in the IT field. Being a security specialist, she found security breaches in websites and company programs. All she was doing was her job, and now someone was dead and she was obviously next.
Amory Monteclaire had been out on a run with his packmates when he’d crossed paths with the mocha skinned female running through the woods. Her scent was intoxicating enough for him to want her, the fact that she was in danger made him want to protect her. The question is, would the wildly independent woman stay in his world once she was out of danger?
“Angel.” It was all he could say; his chest was heaving, the urge to howl was too close, and her lips were still pressing closed-mouthed kisses on his cheek and his chin.
“Amory,” she returned. Her voice was serious, even if she had no idea what she was doing or what he was saying. She sighed then laughed. Stopping her assault on his body with her mouth—for which he was grateful—and sitting up, she looked him in the eye. Her normally almond-shaped eyes were in the most seductive slits he’d ever seen. There was something to be said about a woman who could look at a man without a look of fear—he just couldn’t think what it was. What he saw, in that moment, was the warrior his Angel really was. Her look was sensual and defiant. His chest swelled as she stared at him. “What? You think I’m going to cower because of what you are? You think you howling, growling, grunting, and whimpering is going to stop this want I have for you? Are you really that bad of a wolf, Amory?” That last question was asked in defiance, as if she was daring him. “Well, are you? Are you that bad of a wolf that you don’t think I can handle you?”
Go pick up your copy and of course, let me know what you think. Happy Reading!
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?
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.
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.”
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Until we meet again, love is limitless, color outside the lines and break free from stereotypes.
Ahhhhh, it has been a while hasn’t it people? I haven’t blogged for much of anything in the past year, but I have a good reason! Life has changed, and so has my writing style. As a kid, do you remember all those little anecdotes they told you in English class to help you get through your writing? “Show, don’t tell.” “Write what you know.” etc…? Well I’m here to tell you, that at least that part of school was not total bunk.
Show, don’t tell… I wanted to show readers what it is like to be in conflict. I wanted you to FEEL it… Can you, as the reader, feel what it is that heroine/hero is going through. So I’ve changed the way I write because, simply, life has changed. Gone are the days where things are black and white. At 33, I’ve found that life is loud and in color. There are blue moments, red moments, orange moments, brown moments, and ultraviolet moments. Let me bring you one of those moments – Presenting Love as Wide as the Atlantic –
LOVE AS WIDE AS THE ATLANTIC –
Why would I write something that is emotionally engaging as well as full of the hot and steamy stuff? Because that is what life is! What I’ve learned is that anything that is hot, steamy, erotic or highly sensual will have an emotional tie to it. Don’t let anyone tell you that there is just sex to be sex… Ok, I will rephrase, don’t let a man tell you sex is just sex. Anything that is worth having in your life even if it is a one night stand, is an emotional thing. Sometimes you just feel like ‘you gotta have it’, well that’s emotion folks. So now, what do you do when faced with a question that could flip everyone that you know world’s upside down…. I would say…ask Alexia…What would you have done?
Alexia Woods came to know the phrase “stuck between a rock and a hard place” all too well during her college years. The rock? Cody Slater. The hard place? Heath McCormack. As their days slowly dwindled, leading up to graduation Alexia resigned herself to the fact that their oh so manageable relationship wouldn’t be oh so manageable anymore and gave her boys a farewell that she believed would last forever, just like her heartbreak from having to say goodbye. So why is it years down the line she finds herself Cody’s date to Heath’s wedding–a wedding that as far as she’s concerned shouldn’t be taking place because in her heart of hearts she knows both men belong solely to her? What’s a girl to do when her love is not only as wide as the Atlantic but just as deep and tumultuous too?
Cody Slater looked at the gold filigree lettering on the wedding announcement and
invitation again. He couldn’t believe his best friend was actually going to marry that gold digger.
He loved Heath like a brother, but he couldn’t let this mistake continue, and he didn’t honestly
believe that Heath even liked the dimwit blonde his parents had picked out for him, let alone
loved her enough to marry her.
Tapping the card on his chin, he needed to think. What he really needed was a drink,
but he’d sworn off the stuff years ago after a two-day binge trying to forget he’d driven Alexia to
the airport. He’d gotten into a fight, had his nose broken, and called Heath a spoiled rotten rich
kid that wouldn’t have let Alexia walk away if he had taken the silver spoon from his mouth.
The insults he’d hurled at Heath were nothing compared to the ache he felt inside when he
thought of Alexia.
Not that he thought Alexia would actually stay if Heath had renounced all his wealth.
She was too independent and headstrong to care about money. Cody had felt a twinge of
jealousy when Alexia seemed more concerned about Heath’s welfare than his own. That was the
moment when she’d shared with him the one thing that had cut him up more than her leaving
did. Her words echoed through his mind now as he got up to retrieve his laptop. When this is over, you two will still be best friends and have each other. I on the other hand, won’t have anyone. Cody will need his parents and his wealth, and you will need your best friend.
He wanted to tell her then that she would always have them both, but that was a lot for a
twenty-two year old kid to promise, no matter how sure he’d been then. As that kid, he
couldn’t commit to her then, and he couldn’t scream that they were what she needed. Cody
kicked himself mentally every moment since she’d been gone. There had been nothing he could
do then. He didn’t want to damage their relationship by pushing her too soon, but he lost her
Heath hadn’t fully recovered from losing Alexia either, and Cody knew that. Once best
of friends, he barely talked to Heath except for at Christmas and their birthdays. Losing Alexia
had torn them apart as well, so she had been wrong about that much.
At that moment, Cody began to see it all too clear. He was going to save Heath, and
maybe in the process save them all from continuing to make the biggest mistake of their lives.
Grabbing his cell phone, he punched a few numbers and waited.
“Heath McCormack’s office. Paige speaking.” Cody had to stifle a laugh. “Paige” had to
have been the fourth secretary that Heath had in as many years. Before Paige there had been
Beth, Heather, and Tamia. His buddy could be a cold callous ass when it came to his business,
but Heath had a score to settle with his father, even if he would never acknowledge the fact.
“Hello Paige, can you tell Heath that Cody Slater is on the line?” After a few seconds he
heard the frustrated sigh of his friend on the line.
“Heath, damn, not even a ‘how are you, buddy?’” Cody bristled but quickly let out a
“No. It’s not my birthday or Christmas so I can’t imagine why you are calling.”
“Um, do you think it has anything to do with this ivory invitation I got in the mail?”
Silence. Dead silence. Anyone else would have thought Heath hung up the phone. Cody
“I didn’t realize they’d gone out. I’m not really involved in the plans.” Heath’s voice was
strained, as if his wedding was a topic he didn’t want to talk about. Well, tough shit, Cody had
enough of this loneliness.
“So did they pick out your best man too, or is there still time for me to get fitted for a
tux?” Cody knew Heath for almost twenty years, and he knew Heath would not swallow an iota
of pride to ask him to be his best man.
“Cody…would you? I mean, if you aren’t busy…I know I haven’t been in contact…but…”
“Quit stammering. Of course I’m going to be there. Now, is that best man spot still open
“I’ll be bringing a guest. I can’t be left all alone with Kim’s bridesmaids.”
“Oh yeah? What lucky lady gets to see you try to dance?”
Cody laughed, a genuine laugh this time. The previous times Heath and him talked, it
was a strained tense cough at best.
“I wouldn’t call her lucky, but she is definitely a lady. But I will get in a few days early so
we can have a true bachelor party and stay up all night like we used to.”
“But without drunk goats and whipped cream highs, right?” It was Heath’s turn to
laugh. Cody remembered those moments very well from their college days.
“I make no guarantees. See you in a few weeks.”
“Can’t wait. Cody?”
“Oui, mon ami?”
“Thanks. Bonne nuit.”
“Bonne nuit, bud.”
Cody hung up the phone in a daze. He couldn’t believe that Heath had told him
goodnight in French. It had been ‘their’ thing when they were settling down for the nights.
Alexia, Cody and Heath would snuggle into the oversized California king bed, and each one of
them would tell each other goodnight in French, it was one of the many things they’d all had in
Heath speaking French had to be some sort of sign, and to Cody that sign was that Heath
had not moved on, and he must have been thinking about their relationship with Alexia. With
any luck, and a lot of hope, Cody would have them all back together, and not just fond memories
to hold on to at night.
So, my dear reader, you can choose to see what Alexia decided and after hearing all three sides of the story, what would you have done? Sometimes in life you have to choose to attack the fear of a situation rather than run from it. Attacking fears is one thing that will set you apart from those who just ‘get by’ in life and those who actually live life…Live life and attack fear…that is what I learned from Alexia. Writing her as a character made me stronger as a person because I learned one thing – Nothing gets done by doing nothing. In the blink of an eye your world can change, don’t just lay there.
If you would like another scene from the tumultuous lives of Alexia, Heath and Cody, check out Prelude to Launch, the steamy short prequel.
For my regular followers, I tend to be off topic, a bit whimsical, and quite personally, it is my blog, I can do what I want. That being said, I bring to you not a romance but something completely different. Mr. Noah Murphy has penned a tale of action, intrigue and your sooooo atypical heroine.
This book got me from Chapter One. The heroine, Liza Emory, sounds like a typical sixteen year old. Cheerleader, just got her license, has to study for a huge Math test. That is until she wrecks her car in the front of a mall, a mysterious axe appears in her backseat, two reptilian helpers named Jonola and Phoenix become her allies. All hell breaks loose in the first five pages, so don’t blink or skip pages!
Now, why do I say this is deeper than you think? Think about it, a sixteen year-old girl is drafted into the National Hero Corps (According to the Revised Hero Recruitment Act of 1997). “If you resist you’ll be branded a villain and will be hunted down and sent to a prison for people like us….” Can you imagine having no choice in being a hero? Can you imagine women being drafted?
This is an action packed Sci-fi read. No, it isn’t romance, but hell, who needs romance when you have an axe-wielding super-girl that puts the chicks in Sucker Punch to shame. I don’t know if Mr. Murphy intended for this to be political satire, but in a way it is. It even takes jabs at internet trolls and the new ‘e-thugging’ era. “They can’t speak,” Meadow said, “but if you give them a keyboard, they don’t shut up.” Let’s face it, there are some people out there that have no backbone until they have a keyboard in front of them.
Give the book a shot. It is deeper than you think.
Yes, I did it. My first light BDSM tale. I fear I haven’t been completely honest with you all. I like kink. I’m not sure if that was a confession or just a ‘just so you know’ announcement. Shara Azod LLC knows a little something about kink. I’m pleased to throw my name into their marvelous Whipped Dreams line. For those of you who know the imprints works, you know that Whipped Dreams center around BDSM or D/s story lines. I took it one step further. This time, the heroine is the Domme.
Below is the blurb and a spicy little excerpt to get you wondering. Click the link, buy the tale, and warm up your holiday season with a bit a sugar, spice and and a whole lot of kink.
Athena Divan had it good; her own company, a premium New York apartment and a secret. Gerard Bourdain was much the same; his own company, a premium New York apartment, a restless spirit and a secret. These two had butted heads in the board room, but they were about to find they had a lot more in common when their secrets collide at the Black Tie bondage club.
The only thing is, Athena was Mistress Minerva. She knew who he was, but Gerard was in the dark about her secret identity. Would she take the opportunity to have a bit of revenge at Gerard’s expense? Of course. Yet, could she keep herself in check and not step over the line and jeopardize her identity?
As he stood on the other side of the door, he took a deep breath. This mistress was supposed to be the best, as the owner kept telling him. A second generation dominatrix. He’d never heard of such a thing. Pushing the heavy
door open, he stepped into the room.
His stomach immediately tightened when his eyes focused on the woman
perched on the throne. She looked like a deity, her shoulders back and her long
legs crossed in a striking pose. Her mouth was pursed, and her burgundy
lipstick looked like a fine wine staining her lips. The black masquerade mask
did little to hide her features. Her high cheekbones stood out in the dim
lighting, but her eyes were the most striking almond color he’d ever seen.
He swallowed hard. She raised her arm and, in a regal movement, turned
her palm upward and curled her fingers forward, beckoning him to her. He
dropped his head and took slow steps toward her. He stopped a mere foot away
from his appointed mistress. For the first time, he was intimidated by a woman.
His mother didn’t intimidate him, and she threw her weight around better than
any man he’d met.
“Well, well, well,” his mistress said in a husky, breathless tone. She
uncrossed her legs and stood. Her heels didn’t make a sound as she walked
toward him across the carpeted floor.
Without pausing, she began to walk around him, looking him up and
down. He didn’t dare move his head to follow her movements, knowing that
would bring him punishment. The leather of her glove felt cool as she laid the
palm of her hand against the small of his back. The simple touch made his cock
“Mmmm. There is nothing I like more than fresh meat.” She smacked his
ass with an echoing slap that stung his flesh even through the leather pants.
Her palm cupped his ass in a soothing motion, and she began to rub his
stinging cheek as if to soothe the sting. The smell of her hung in the air, and it
was all he could think about as he tried to force himself to breathe in through
his nose and out through his mouth.
“What is your name, slave?”
I was smart with this one. Anything written by the duo of Johnson and Leigh, well, a woman needs to be prepared. I had my night all planned out, a bottle of Ecco Domani Moscato, 3 chocolates, each picked out specifically by my mate. After pouring us each a glass, I gave him the look. You know, the look that says I’m about to read, please don’t breathe in my direction until I’m done sighing to myself and have put away the reading apparatus and glasses.
Let me tell you something about this book here, if you don’t love chocolate by the end of it, see a therapist; a good chocolate therapist. Not only do they describe some of the most sin-inducing chocolate truffles in this book that made my mouth water, the things Nerva Imperatores does with this chocolate made me almost jealous. I say almost because my mate likes to read on these things every once in a while and I’m not about to get paddled.
You see, Nerva Imperatores is a genius, a financial whiz, yet his way with chocolate is what has garnered his fame, and the attention of a choco-a-holic named Sorpresa Venetia. Now Sorpresa, have you ever met a character that you wonder, is this me, or perhaps a relative of mine? There is a line in the book that sums it all up about Sopresa and Nerva: “Originally, she’d only wanted Nerva for what he could do with cocoa and sugar but now she wanted him for what he could do to her heart: make it damn near beat out of her chest.”
Nerva was convinced he was setting up his Sopresa for someone else. He’d convinced himself she was the perfect match, just not for him. However, the way she barged into his life, demanded his chocolate, his time and his ear, he couldn’t help but to fall for her. Yet, he’d already set in motion a plan that meant Sopresa wasn’t his.
Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh always make a book worth the time it takes to read it. The males are always so alpha they make you sweat just reading their names. The women are strong and fearless and have no problem going for what they want, especially if what they want is their man.
This book made me want two things: to find a piece of chocolate that makes me want to do half the things that Nerva did with his chocolate, and to try to patiently wait for the Dux Ducis 2.
How often does a second opportunity to win over our heart’s desire come long? In real life, probably not as often as it should or as frequently as we hope for. In Simone: Second Chances, I have granted such a wish to my leading lady and the man who has secretly loved her for quite a while.
This new tale from my wandering thoughts also gives me a chance to pursue the same. Before this story, it had been far too long since I desired to become wrapped up with love and all of its curiosities and rewards. When my attention turned to my second go-round withSimone, there was finally a spark to return to the sweet and spicy side of romance. While drafting this piece, I had to learn to fall in love all over again with the wonderful possibilities and the tender affections that true love can offer.
As always, thank you for your time and your support, Dear Reader. True love and happiness to you all..always..LL ♥♥
We all deserve a second chance to get it right, especially in matters ofthe heart. Simone has been granted such a wish. After a secret and brief affair with a man in her office, she struggles both with her ongoing attraction to him and the guilt of her indiscretion. Will the object of her affection be able to ease her worries and convince her that he is truly the man she should take a chance on loving? READ MORE HERE
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There are certain books or stories that make you say “ahhh, the perfect treat.” A Valentine’s Day Love Story by Delicious Thoughts is one of those books. In this short but sexy read you begin with tension as we encounter Sally, the heroine, standing in a garden, troubled. Is it because that she is engaged but not to the one she loves. Her best friend, Georgina, knows this and aims to provide comic relief. I love the way the author inserts humor into a tension filled scenario. That is a skill that is much needed to deal with life’s dramas. You find yourself able to relate to the characters no matter what, well besides Gordon whom I think we all want to kick in the arse by the end of the story. The tension mounting in the story built on top of the sexual tension the reader can feel as soon as you begin to turn the page. It is well worth the climatic ending. Pick up this title at Beautiful Trouble Publishing.
I am getting closer to her name. I have narrowed it down based on the research that I have done on name meanings.
I am a firm believer in the fact that the character name really does reflect who they are as a person. I am not going to name someone Rose if she is not as pretty as a Rose. Wait, no, I take that back, if I am trying to purposely inject some serious irony, then yeah, sure go for it, otherwise, I don’t do it.
So I have narrowed it down to at least four names that I think would work for the idea of the female lead. I think I already have her last name picked out as well. Perhaps some writers can fly by the seat of their pants and let their character’s name themselves, and I envy you, I really do. Can’t you see me green with envy…?
Really, I can’t write until I have a name. Yet, that is my quirk, names, astrological signs, all of it, all of it plays into how I mold my character. After I mold them, I will try to create a situation that will test them on all fronts and challenge all of their issues.
With that being said, did you see the poll below? Take it and let me know what you think the name should be, or suggest one of your own, I am open to all ideas.
Then maybe, just maybe I can begin to write the story! Wish me luck…