Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Few Odd Things

It's been an odd week. Not bad odd, just with some odd things happening. Some were funny odd. And some were not so funny odd.

One of the funny odd things occurred Monday, as I made my way to the bathroom for a well-deserved, and much needed, potty run while writing. A spider fell off the ceiling. Now normally I would scoop the little fellow up then deposit him outside. This rascal decided to drop down into the front of my tank top then scurry as fast as his eight legs would scurry him into my bra. Yeah. It was quite the show. By the time I got my shirt off and the spider out of my bra I really had to use the bathroom!

A few days after the spider dance I fulfilled my ALS Challenge. My daughter and I both dumped buckets of cold water over our heads while my husband taped us on my camera. You haven`t seen the video? I know. That's because for some reason it refuses to load onto You Tube or Facebook. Odd huh? And not funny odd. I refuse to douse myself again. But the checks to MDA as well as Hockey Fights Cancer are in the mail, so you all will just have to imagine me getting soaking wet for a good cause.

 Oh! And while this isn`t odd it sure was funny. We have two mama hens with peeps strolling around the yard. We actually have a passel more peeps and hens to set loose but they need another few days. Anydoodles, the other night we're eating dinner and this huge clucking flurry breaks out in the back yard. Thinking it was either a hawk or fox attacking the moms and peeps we dashed outside just in time to see a goose getting the down beaten out of him. Down the hill the goose came with a bantam hen right on him. We all had a good laugh over that show!

We also have a goose that has taken on the role of duck wrangler/babysitter/supervisor. He sleeps with the gaggle at night in their coop, but as soon as the doors are open he runs over to the young ducks then spends the day with them. He is not the only odd bird on our farm. We have a Pekin duck that swears he is a goose, even going so far as the bunk with the geese instead of the ducks. Oh well. As long as everyone is happy I can live with their odd little quirks.

What kind of good odd, bad odd, or just plain funny things have happened to you the past week?

Friday, August 29, 2014

In The Pages of a Good Book One Year Anniversary Blog Hop

Hello, and welcome to my little nook of the internet. My name is V.L. Locey, and as you can see by my blog header, I`m a multigenre erotic romance author. I`m thrilled to be taking part in this wonderful blog hop! I hope you will visit every participating author, enter their contests, and drop a 'Hello!' into their comment boxes. We can all use new friends!

I`ve been blessed over the course of my life to have some wonderful friends. The other day I saw this post on Facebook that said that scientists state if a friendship lasts over seven years it will last forever. I think I just might believe that! My dearest friend from high school is still one of my closest buddy's. We don`t talk every day, or even every week. Sometimes years go by between trips to see each other. And that`s okay. You don`t have to talk daily with a true friend. The love is there to tide you over the silent spells when life pulls you and her in two different directions.

So while I have dear friends from lo those many years ago, I also have made new ones. Some that live nearby. And some on the internet. The ones that live nearby have grown to be like sisters to me. We share common goals, likes, and tastes. The ones that I`ve made online are no less a friend than one that I can share a cup of coffee with weekly.

I hope that the glow of friendship is always upon you. Thank you for visiting with me during the hop.

I`ll be giving away a free copy of any one of my digital books to one lucky commenter. You can take a peek at my work here:

Just tell me in the comments box below what you like the most about your best friend. That`s all it takes! I`ll put the names of all who comment and leave contact information into the always friendly and charming Random Thing Picker. The winner will be announced on Monday, September 1st, early in the morning.

Please, oh please my new friends, make sure you leave your contact info. I will skip over any comment that does not include an email address. I truly hate to omit anyone, but I do not have the time to track down people on the internet. So, make sure you leave that information! Good luck everyone!

Have a great day,

V.L. Locey


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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

Time to showcase one of the biggest names in pop, Dionne Warwick. Her voice is so lovely, and any song she sang by Burt Bacharach was pure gold.

What`s your favorite song by Ms. Warwick?

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Getting Back To Nature

It`s odd how sometimes, even when you live on a farm, you forget how wonderful natural things truly are. Of course we all know how delicious farm fresh eggs are, or how much healthier, safer, and more humanely treated farm-raised meat is. What gave me such a sharp reminder of simple is better is a battle with canine otitis.

Our beagle, Tinker, as many dogs with long ears, suffers from almost chronic inner ear infections. Long ears cut down on air circulation in a hot, moist place . . . well, you can see where this is going. Over the past six months we have battled with this condition. Our vet has tried every antibiotic and ear wash they have in stock, all with little or no improvement. Of course, all this veterinary care comes with a tremendously steep price tag. Over $800 worth of price tag, and the poor dog is still suffering with a stinky, goopy ear.

Mister and I were at wits end when the last round of antibiotics, fourteen pills that cost over $70, failed to help. Our vet was now saying she was rather sure the strain of bacteria has become resistant and they will need to formulate a new antibiotic. I didn`t dare ask what that would cost. So there we were, between a rock and a financially hard place. We have a daughter starting college tomorrow. We just cannot afford this kind of veterinary upkeep, yet we want to be good pet owners.

"What about home remedies?" Mister asked as we sat at the table over coffee one evening.

"Well, we certainly won`t be out anything to try something homeopathic," I said then began searching the internet.

Within five minutes I had found a cocker spaniel page with a whole section devoted to canine ear infection care. Obviously the problem is a large one for cockers as well. For about ten dollars we gathered the required goodies for the ear flush. Simple things that can be found in any grocery/drug store: white vinegar, Betadine, 91% rubbing alcohol, and Boric acid. We mixed the flush up as per the directions then took Tinker outside to do the deed. Head shaking flings Betadine-tinted droplets all over. You do not want that in your house. We started using the flush and within three days were seeing a marked improvement. The odor decreased after one or two uses.

I have to say I am impressed beyond words with how well such a simple home remedy is clearing up what modern medicine could not. Why we didn`t try this earlier I don`t know.

If anyone out there is fighting with this feel free to visit the page linked below. You will be amazed with the results, and giddy with the money saved. I know Tinker sure is happy his ear feels better!

Friday, August 22, 2014

Brought To His Knees Boxed-Set News

Please welcome Jennifer Kasey to our little corner of the interweb! She`s here to share some news about a fantastic looking boxed-set called Brought to His Knees. 

Brought to His Knees

Available for a Limited Time for $0.99! Don’t miss out on this AMAZING Boxed-Set from some of your favorite erotic authors. That’s 11 stories…in one book…from sweet to sizzling and everywhere in between!!!
The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.
This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.
Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

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Beneath the Pages
Jennifer Kacey

One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Acacia owns and runs Fame, one of the hottest celebrity magazines in the country. She survives on convincing the rich and famous to reveal things they would normally do anything to keep hidden. She lives, eats and breathes the magazine. Day in and day out. She has no life, nothing to keep in the dark. Nothing but the night she gave herself over to the one man she never should have wanted.
Radigan, the most sought after actor in Hollywood, wants her again, and won’t take no for an answer. He had her for one night. Several hours of the best sex of his entire life, but she was gone the next morning before the sun had fully risen. His attempts to contact her have gone unanswered. Everything he’s tried so far has been a miserable failure. But he finally knows what to do to slip beneath the pages of her heart.
This time he’s playing for keeps and the exclusive rights to her body, heart and soul.

Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Make Me Surrender
Tina Donahue

When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

A Cowboy’s Seduction
Cynthia D’Alba

One exhausted cowboy + One uptight account x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?

Dark Wolf Enterprises
A.M. Griffin

Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges
Amy Ruttan

A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other...

Three Strikes
Anya Richards

Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

Born to Sin
Danica Avet

A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name
Felice Fox

Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Cruising for Love
Lynne Silver

A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Chief Sin
Sayde Grace

A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

How about some Doo-Wop? Who doesn`t love those smooth vocalizations that always make us want to grab a partner and slow dance, preferably while wearing a poodle skirt and fuzzy sweater. Enjoy the Penguins singing Earth Angel.

Do you have  favorite Doo-Wop group?

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Night of the Jackal/Dawg Days Anthology Release Day

What in the world could be better for fans who love M/M romance and shifters than a whole anthology about the things they love?  You can find your copy of my fantasy short story, Night of the Jackal,  as well as the entire Dawg Days anthology by following the links in the post. I will update the buy links as they become available. 

Do you remember what movie first made you jump? For me, it was the classic and B-rated monster movies. As a child I would watch Scream In with Dr. Shock, a horror host in the Philadelphia area. I loved all the old black-and-white monsters such as Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy, and The Creature from the Black Lagoon. My favorite, even as a child, was Lon Chaney Jr. as The Werewolf. I`m not sure what drew me to that character so powerfully, but to this day I have a soft spot for shapeshifters.

When I saw the call for submission for Dawg Days, I knew I had to pen a tale to submit. I already have one shifter book on the market, An Erie Halloween, from Torquere Press. Another in the series, An Erie Operetta, will be released in early 2015. For this anthology I wanted to do something a bit different but wasn`t sure what. Then I stumbled across some Kurdish folk music while looking for a music prompt to share with my local writers group. And there it was. The answer to what I would submit. With that beautiful music as inspiration, I crafted an M/M fantasy short story called Night of the Jackal about two jackal shifters on a world far different than ours.


Sahl and Jasim are outcasts. Alone on a world covered with shifting sands, the two males live and love day by day, eking out an existence. One night, hunger drives Jasim, the largest of the two jackal shifters, into recklessness. Leaving Sahl behind, Jasim crosses the river in the hopes of stealing from the resting caravan.

It is Sahl that relays the story of this night. Of how he, the weaker of the pair, must face many dangers to locate, and hopefully free, his lover from a terrible fate. Can Sahl find his mate in time, or will both males end up as new pelts upon the Madr Pash drying racks?


            I groom myself as I wait, seated under the cool gaze of the moon sisters. I clean my snout with my paw as a slow drum beat erupts from the Madr camp. I am not aware of when our kind left the other humans. We know hatred from the non-skin wearers caused us to move into the desert. That is all we know of it. That slight has never been forgiven. The travelling bands use us as a means to frighten their children, telling them sand jackals will carry them off if they wander from camp. I have never stolen a child. I have found their small bones in the sands and gnawed upon them, for the core is tasty. This caravan is known as Madr Pash. They are famed for being great hunters. My stomach rumbles. Oh, what I would give for a fish! A large red one such as we see rising to the surface of the river when the sun brothers kiss the moon sisters in greeting.

            A shout from the Madr camp startles me. My head jerks to the side. The sound was quick, sharp, but still it lingers in the wide width of my pointed ears. I shoot to my paws. Jasim! A loud hoot bounces over the silver sands. A dark fear overtakes my heartbeat. I shake the dread away. Jasim needs my help. Even if I am the smaller one in size, I am just as stalwart as Jasim. I jump from the rock to the craggy riverbed. The going is slow, difficult. My paws slip into between the smooth, wet rocks. Across the river, voices rise in song. Clapping erupts. I pick my way along, wincing when a claw is bent backward. The moon sisters are fat. They guide me.

More V.L. Locey Torquere Press books:

Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology), Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 2:It Came From Birmingham, Love of the Hunter, Goaltender`s Penalty, All I Want for Christmas, Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology).

Coming soon . . .Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 3:He`s A Lumberjack And He`s Undead and Early To Rise-A Toms & Tabbies Series tale.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Please Welcome Sayara St. Clair!

We have a new friend paying us a visit today! The lovely Sayara St. Clair is here to share some info about her fantastic-looking new release, Hurt Me, Heal Me. 

The following material contains adult content. If that offends now is the time to leave. 


Dante’s Purgatory, Book One

After the death of her Master, Caitlin Bennett discovers years of sadistic cruelty at his hands have made her a slave to pain. To orgasm, Caitlin needs the type of extreme agony few responsible Doms are willing to inflict, especially Doms like Paul Nelson. Offering nearly everything she craves, Paul’s perfect—except for his aversion to the whip.
Paul refuses to hurt Caitlin, instead attempting to retrain her with patience and trust. But the longer she suffers from a lack of release, the more she’s convinced her mind and body are irrevocably conditioned. And Paul has precious little time to convince her otherwise. Waiting in the wings is a newbie Dom determined to have Caitlin for his own…who’s learning the whip just for her.
She’ll soon have to choose—the man who can give her what she wants? Or the man who can give her what she needs?

Inside Scoop: Caitlin recalls scenes of abuse that could disturb the more tenderhearted.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.

An Excerpt From: HURT ME, HEAL ME

Copyright © SAYARA ST. CLAIR, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.


Paul stood at the top of the stairs to the second floor of the club, captivated by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She looked young and fresh and innocent—and so darn mouthwatering.
He had been standing up on the second floor watching the patrons downstairs. It had been quite a while since he’d mingled with the masses. He wasn’t even sure why he kept coming to the club, considering he couldn’t even summon the enthusiasm to do the bump ’n’ grind out on the dance floor or watch the couples in the common area, let alone seek out some warm, willing sub to flog and to fuck.
He rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure when it had started, but for quite a while before his self-imposed dry spell, all the women he’d slept with had left him feeling cold. Sure, he could get off, and he could get them off, but it left him feeling empty, and even worse when it was over. Maybe he was just tired of the parade of jaded, hardened subs with their silicone boobs and porn-star moans. He needed something, but damn if he knew what it was.
Maybe what he needed came in the form of a five-foot-some little angel with alabaster skin, a veil of dark, silky hair and big, wide, ball-breakingly beautiful eyes?
From his vantage point, he’d spotted her as soon as she came in the door. She’d stood there for about five years, just watching. Looked like a fawn in the headlights—poor little thing—and he’d been instantly intrigued. Couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.
He knew the exact moment she’d seen the couples in the public area. He could almost feel the tension vibrating off her body from all the way up on the second floor. And when she stepped away from the door and started walking through the club, his dick had stiffened. Instantly. And then he couldn’t even remember his own name, let alone when that had last happened.
Hot damn, that swishy little skirt swayed and flipped around her thighs with every step. Tantalizing him, making him burn to tear it off to see what was underneath. And those gorgeous legs encased in fishnet stockings. He loved those darn things, and didn’t they look so much naughtier on this sweet little girl.
The bustier she wore was laced up the front nice and tight. It pushed up the creamy swells of her small breasts—real, honest-to-god breasts—to their full advantage. Man, that top just begged for unlacing to free those luscious mounds into his awaiting palms. Mouth. Tongue. Teeth. Mmmm hmmm.
So hard. Agonizingly hard. He palmed his erection through his pants.
She had walked through the club mesmerized, until she got right up to the partition separating the general crowd from the kinksters playing publicly for their own as well as the crowd’s enjoyment. Trixie must have told her not to stand up against the wall; it was a house rule, making sure everyone could get a good view of the proceedings. But there she stood, palm on the glass, totally oblivious to the rows of chairs behind her that were set up for observation.
He was spellbound, watching her, taking in her every reaction to what she was seeing. It was observing Ray’s aftercare of Sara that elicited the strongest response in her. She began trembling, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and it seemed as if she were struggling just to keep it together. She needed something—badly. He hoped to god and all the saints it was him. He started down the stairs. He had to get to her. Immediately.
In his haste to get to the little woman, Paul almost knocked over Ray as the guy was trying to get up the stairs with Sara in his arms. Paul mumbled an apology and stopped two steps down, letting the couple past. Before he could get going again, some newbie staff member chose that moment to do a little impromptu meet-and-greet and the chatty little bastard attempted to talk Paul’s ear off. And he offered his ear only, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the woman.

Caitlin watched as the Dom carried his sub out of the room, all the while whispering to her. The sub was curled up with her head resting on his chest and a dreamy expression on her face. As they went upstairs to the private rooms—where no doubt he would make love to her, not just fuck her—they had to veer around someone coming down the other way.
That someone now stood near the top of the stairs, staring at Caitlin with such single-minded focus that a jolt of awareness ran through her, from her head to the tips of her toes.
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
He was like some kind of demigod standing up on high, surveying all that was his. And presently he was surveying Caitlin rather intensely with a deeply penetrating gaze. She felt another jolt, this time low in her belly.
Wow, that was new.
Caitlin had never had that kind of response before from just looking at a man. And he was a fair distance away. She could only imagine what she would feel if he got anywhere near her. Perhaps she would self-combust? Melt in a puddle at his feet? She wondered why she was responding this way—all pangs and contractions in her belly. Must be because she was so shaken by what she’d seen, watching the Dom and his sub. Maybe the small matter of not having had an orgasm since the beginning of time.
Perhaps it was the pepperoni pizza she ate for dinner.
Yes, it had to be that.
Although, looking at this guy, she decided he could probably make most women vibrate internally from fifty paces.
He was tall and broad-shouldered. His thick, slightly wavy hair was sandy blond and fell just to his shoulders, curling up a little at the ends. A face one would call ruggedly handsome—with its broad planes, chiseled cheekbones and strong, square jaw—was shadowed with sexy designer stubble, which just added to the whole rugged-man vibe he was giving off. He looked as though he spent time outdoors, sporting a lovely natural tan.
A gray turtleneck sweater clung to his frame, showcasing his broad chest and strong arms. His black dress trousers were of a looser style than most of the tight, black-leather variety worn by many of the other men in the club, but they didn’t hide the fact that underneath, he was powerfully built. He stood tall and strong and just radiated an aura of authority and command.
Big. Strong. Gorgeous. Pure alpha male.
He looked at Caitlin as if he knew what he wanted and he was going to take it. What he wanted being her. Caitlin got that feeling again, as if she were prey. Except there was something about his eyes—a hint of amusement, perhaps? She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. One corner of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly. But instead of looking cruel, like it had on Ivan, it looked almost like anticipation.
Well, Caitlin sure was anticipating.
She realized she’d been standing there with her mouth hanging open, ogling a perfect stranger. Perfect being the operative word.
Geez, Cait, pull yourself together.
Caitlin felt herself blushing and turned her attention back to the Doms and subs in the common area.
The woman having her feet tortured was wriggling and squealing now. Funny, Caitlin hadn’t heard a thing while she’d been busy gawking at Mr. Good Vibrations on the stairs.
The young man being given electrostim treatment was begging his Domme to release him, to let him come. Poor guy. Caitlin could relate. Maybe the two of them could form a little club. They could call it WOBINA—Want Orgasm But I’m Not Allowed.
Caitlin felt a familiar churning in her gut when the guy started crying and begging nonstop, chanting over and over, “Please let me come, please let me come, please let me come.” Although it didn’t look as if he was coming anytime soon. Or going anywhere, for that matter, with that nasty-looking metal cock-and-ball cage contraption keeping him from even pointing his penis in the right direction.
Caitlin squeezed her eyes shut and blew out a breath; it was just too excruciating to watch.
She felt a finger slowly stroking along her shoulder and down her arm. She stiffened and sucked in a sharp breath. It was him. He had come to her.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.
Caitlin gulped and opened her eyes as she turned to face him.
“Oh!” she gasped in surprise and jumped back a fraction.

The man was staring at her—however, he wasn’t the one she’d been expecting.

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Sunday, August 17, 2014

My To-Be-Read List

Summertime, summertime, sum-sum summertime! It`s a great time of year to find a shade tree, sip some lemonade or iced tea, and read a good book. These are the books that are next on my To-Be-Read list. What are you reading? 


To Love Or Not To Love (The Manhattan Dinner Club Book 4)


Jean C. Joachim

Miranda Bradford had given up on men. Weighed down by family “baggage”: a sick mother and a sister in design school, Miranda had become the responsible one. An aspiring playwright, she walked dogs to put food on the table. Not available for “over-night” dates, she was stamped “undesirable” by most men, despite her good looks. Until Penn Roberts came along. 

Drawn to her by a mutual love of dogs and laughter, he moved in quickly on the sexy, dark-haired beauty with the magnetic blue eyes. Attracted to him by his outward qualities, it was his loneliness and caring attitude that turned heavy-duty chemistry into love. 

A secret revealed soured her love to hate, or did it? Hope for affection, so long dormant, had buoyed her heart. But the truth had destroyed her dreams, leaving her bitter. Betrayal forced her to face her true feelings and make a decision whether TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE.

To Love Or Not To Love


Keeping Faith (The Sunset Series Book 2)


Christina Cole

Everything they say about Tom Henderson is true. Born in a barn, the bastard son of a drunken whore, he’s got nothing to offer, and any dreams he might have are as far away as the distant snow-capped Rockies -- and probably as unattainable. He’s long had his eye on pretty Lucille McIntyre, but that’s just one more impossible dream. 

Lucille has always been considered the prettiest and most popular girl in Sunset, but her father’s sudden death has left her shaken and sad. Now, life seems to be passing her by. 

When a prim and proper spinster arrives to deliver a squalling 3-month-old infant to Tom, his life and Lucille’s both change. His decision to keep the baby girl sets off a firestorm among the good ladies in town who don’t consider him fit to raise a child. 

Together, Tom and Lucille will do anything in their struggle for keeping Faith.


The Gangster`s Kiss (Love is a Dangerous Thing Book 1)


Ginger Ring

John O’Malley’s sister is missing. All the clues of her disappearance lead to Hayward County, Wisconsin and the crooks and questionable sheriff that reside there. Pretending to be one of them, John takes a job as bodyguard for the sheriff’s beautiful sister, Grace. It seems like the perfect way to investigate their crimes and corruption, but when someone threatens to kill Grace, the job proves harder than he thought. Is she an innocent witness to a crime, or just as guilty as everyone else? 

Grace Sullivan just wanted a normal life: find a good man, get married and have a family. She has had enough of looking the other way while her brother hides behind his sheriff’s badge to conduct shady dealings. Hiring a gangster named John to watch her is the final straw. When a face from the past threatens her life, she is forced to put her life in John’s hands, but as time goes on, all she really wants is to be in the gangster’s arms.

The Gangster`s Kiss


Penalty Kill 


Alicia Sparks

Becca Bramlett finished her Ph.D. and flew to Vegas to celebrate with a friend. She had no idea the Stanley Cup Championship was being played in Sin City or that the hotel where she’d be staying would be swamped with loud, obnoxious hockey players. One in particular caught her eye and irritated her beyond belief when he and his buddies decided to party in the hallway at 3 am. As soon as she confronted him, jabbing her finger into his sexy chest, she knew one touch would never be enough. And God, could the man touch! Nothing had prepared Becca for Axl or the hot weekend they’d spent together. What they did together in bed would be burned in her mind forever. But, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas – or so she thought…. 

Ten years later - Nick Hartijay’s team, the Memphis Mayhem, is poised to become media darlings, a success story of an underdog NHL team who makes it to the Cup. The only problem is - Nick’s temper is getting the better of him. With heavy fines and suspensions, it’s difficult to focus on his game. The team’s owner has a solution to the problem - bring in a fresh face, someone new to the hockey world that can help the team with their media image. Becca is that person. 

As soon as Becca sets eyes on Nick, she realizes he’s THE ONE from so long ago, the guy who set her on fire and left her wanting more - Axl. Why does he pretend he doesn’t know her? Or was the weekend not as memorable for him as it was for her? Confused by her feelings, the new job, and the sexual longings running through her body, Becca knows the only way to keep her sanity is to stay away from the handsome blue-eyed coach. The only problem is - the harder she tries to stay away, the more she wants to end up in the penalty box with him! 

Penalty Kill

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Wine Service Cover Reveal!

I tell you it`s been a great week for guests sharing new covers! I`m all sorts of beside myself. Today it`s Zenobia Renquist`s turn to show off her upcoming cover for the book, Wine Service (Professional Courtesy 1) as well as some info! 

Title: Wine Service (Professional Courtesy 1)

Author: Zenobia Renquist

Publisher: Musa Publishing, Eros

Genre: Contemporary Erotica, BDSM, MF, MFM

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She offers satisfaction above and beyond what is requested.

Lexie's job as a housekeeper at a five-star hotel doesn't normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that important hotel guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he's offered. Lexie can't resist, and what should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. She finds much enjoyment in her "work," but is it worth risking her job?

Author Bio:
Zenobia Renquist is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife. She and her husband are owned by two demanding cats of the long-haired persuasion. Born in Europe and currently stationed in Hawaii, Zenobia has been traveling all her life. "Where are you from?" is not a question she likes to be asked but will usually answer Virginia, because it's the one place that feels like home.

Zenobia's stories range from steamy to scorching and she writes whichever genre catches her interest at the time. When not coming up with ways to torture her characters, she enjoys knitting and crochet (both regular and Tunisian) as well as reading shoujo and yaoi manga.

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

I think this song is part of my collective consciousness or something. It seems to have been playing throughout my teen years, or maybe that`s just how I remember it. Anyway, here`s Looking Glass with Brandy.

A Hint of Cayenne Cover Reveal!

I am a cover art junkie. I could spend hours looking at book covers. I`m quite happy to be able to share Decadent Kane`s new cover for A Hint of Cayenne with you! Isn`t it just lovely??