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Friday, December 2, 2011

ABA AUTHOR INTERVIEW: FRIDAY FAVORITES WITH TRACY SUMNER


Favorite Genre(s):
Tracy: Romance is my favorite. Surprise, right? Then, under the subgenres, first and foremost historical. But I love contemporaries and paranormal, too. Though I’d say I like “light” paranormal. Psychic characters are cool. Things like that. I’m not yet into the shape-shifting, etc., though if the characters are great, the chemistry between them well-defined, I’d read almost anything. It’s the characters for me. The relationships.

List of at least 5 Favorite Books in that Genre:
Tracy: VOWS – LaVyrle Spencer. It was the first romance I ever read, so holds a special place in my heart.
DANCE – Judith Ivory. Simply love her. Wonderfully expressive writer. **This is my favorite book in the Genre – and of all time, I think! (To answer the question early.)
Another recent favorite! PRIVATE ARRANGEMENTS - Sherry Thomas
Another recent favorite! WHEN HARRY MET MOLLY - Kieran Kramer
Another recent favorite! SCANDALOUS DESIRES – Elizabeth Hoyt

Favorite Book Read Last Month:
Tracy: IN TOTAL SURRENDER – Anne Mallory

Favorite Book You Wrote: (Please explain why)
Tracey: Easy answer! TIDES OF LOVE. Backstory: Tides of Love was written first. Brother: Noah Garrett. TIDES OF PASSION followed: Zach Garrett.
Why Tides of Love if I had to chose one? Well, Noah Garrett is MY type of hero. He’s a marine biologist, Outer Banks, 1898. He lives a controlled life until her meets Elle. He’s a sexy nerd. Almost too intelligent to see love staring him in the face. He’s the gorgeous dork.
J

Give Us One More Favorite Thing Beyond Books:
Tracy: Travel. Working on topping 50 countries in 2012! Wine is a close second!

Author Information:
Tracy Sumner
Award-winning author of sexy historical romance
@SumnerTracy
Facebook.com/TracySumnerRomanceAuthor

Book Information:
Tides of Passion, Reader's Choice Best Historical
Beacon Award, Best Historical
HOLT Medallion finalist, Best Historical

5 Star Rating on Amazon!
“Terrific dialogue…and hot loves scenes. If you haven’t read
Tracy Sumner before, TIDES OF PASSION is a good place to start.”
—All About Romance

AN UNCONVENTIONAL WOMAN
Spirited Savannah Connor is passionately committed to stamping out social injustice. Yet when she arrives in Pilot Isle, North Carolina, ready to take up a new cause, she quickly finds herself on the outs with the town constable. Zachariah Garrett is the most arrogant, infuriating, maddeningly attractive man it’s ever been her misfortune to meet. And suddenly, Savannah is fighting  a whole new battle—this one against her own yearning for a man who is impossible to resist.

AN UNCOMPROMISING MAN
Ever since his wife’s death two years ago, Zachariah Garrett has dedicated his life to keeping the peace. And avoiding the thought of love. But Savannah Connor isn’t an ordinary woman—and she proves hard to ignore. She’s a beguiling beauty with the power to awaken emotions Zach thought he’d never feel again, and the tenderness to help him forget his fears. And risk his heart once more.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005WVPFH0


Wednesday, November 23, 2011

ABA AUTHOR INTERVIEW WITH GABRIELLE BISSET


Kiki: What is your favorite genre to read in, and what is it about that genre that attracts you to it? If you like a specific mix of genres, please state that particular combination.

Gabrielle: I love historical and paranormal anything, especially romance.  Historical fiction is really great to lose a few hours in too.  I think what attracts me to historical books is the fact I’ve loved history since I was a small child.  No wonder, I guess, that I ended up studying it in college.  And paranormal? Well, the fantastical is always so great to imagine. 

Kiki: What is your favorite author to read in that genre, and why? Also, please tell me a little about the best book by that author you have read.

Gabrielle: For historical romance, I adore Charlotte Featherstone.  She has such a divine way of phrasing things, and her stories are always so lush and sensual.  Her book Lust is just delicious.  The idea to take the seven deadly sins and construct an erotic romance series around them as personified by males of the Dark Fae is terrific. I wish I had thought of it!  For paranormal romance, I love Marie Treanor. She has a wonderful writing style that’s smart and engaging. I loved the first book in her Awakened by Blood Series, Blood on Silk. 

Kiki: Do you have a Favorite Book of All Time? Of course, please tell us what about that book makes it your favorite.

Gabrielle: My favorite book of all time?  I don’t think I do have one favorite.  I have some that rank equally as books I would turn to, however. I love Catcher In The Rye. I’m a huge fan of Anton Chekov’s writing, especially his short story, The Kiss. What a powerful story based on one short moment in time.  

Kiki: What is the best book you read last month, and would you recommend it to a friend?

Gabrielle: I read Blood Eternal last month, and I would definitely recommend it. Marie Treanor’s writing is just wonderful.

Kiki: What are your reading habits like? For example, how many books do you read on average in a week, what format do you prefer to read in, what time of day do you read, and what setting is ideal for you to get lost in that book?

Gabrielle: When I’m not in the middle of writing a book, I’ll read a book or so a week.  I used to read much faster, but between work and writing, I’m taking my time more these days. I’m still a fan of the paperback, but I own a Kindle, so I read on that too. I’m definitely a night reader.  I like to curl up in bed with a book or the Kindle and read that way.

Kiki: If pressed, could you choose a favorite from the books you have written? Why is it your favorite?

Gabrielle: I think I’d have to say Destiny Redeemed is my favorite.  I fell in love with the character of Amon Kalins the moment he appeared on the page in Stolen Destiny, and then he rattled around in my head until I gave him his own story in Destiny Redeemed.  As much as I love Stolen Destiny, I really enjoyed giving Amon a happily ever after.

Kiki: How do you become inspired to write?

Gabrielle: All sorts of things can inspire me.  Sometimes it’s a song I hear or a movie I’m watching.  Other times it’s an image I see in passing that strikes something in me.  As for what motivates me to write each day, I’m just one of those people who focuses on something and then it becomes an obsession.  That’s what writing is for me. 

Kiki: What part of the story do you think is your strength to write?

Gabrielle: I think my greatest strength lies in dialogue.  I’ve been told by a number of readers that the dialogue in my stories flows well and really hits them. 

Kiki: Please share with ABA readers something I did not think to ask you about.

Gabrielle: I’m a committed plotter.  It’s the only way I can write a story.  Long after my panster fellow authors are into their work, I’m still outlining and plotting.  Sometimes it takes weeks, but once I finish, the writing nearly tumbles out of me.

Kiki: I am exactly the same way! So happy to have you today :)
Author and Book Info:

Gabrielle Bisset
Romance...from sensual to decadent...whatever your desires

Destiny Redeemed By Gabrielle Bisset

Blurb:  

Sentenced to spend the rest of his three remaining lifetimes in Nil, Amon Kalins is freed with the help of his Sidhe servant, Gethen, but now he must accept his life is never to be his again as the Council won't rest until he's safely back imprisoned within Nil's cold walls. Broken and nearly dead from his time in prison, Amon is saved by an Aeveren healer named Althea Forester. As a healer, Thea has served her people for forty-five lifetimes, never having a destined one and always knowing each lifetime would ultimately end with her alone. But destiny hasn't forgotten her. 

Drawn to the seductive Amon, Thea quickly becomes a pawn the Council uses to trap him. Taken prisoner by the sadistic leader of the rebel group, the Soren, Thea must survive the vicious world of the people hellbent on taking her destined one away forever, and Amon must risk everything dear to him to free her from those who would sacrifice her to claim the bigger prize and return him to Nil. 


Reviews:
Fantastic world-building, intriguing characters, a unique plot, and a sweet but sensual love story that will melt your heart are just some of the things that make DESTINY REDEEMED one of those stories that you will remember long after you've finished reading.
-The Romance Reviews

Destiny Redeemed is not your typical paranormal romance, which is like a breath of fresh air.
-Urban Girl Reader

The writing was superb, creative, and visually addicting as the scenes came alive on the first page and I learned more about the creative worldly realms that co-exist. I am definitely addicted to this series and can hardly wait to see who the author will write about next.
-Queentutt’s World of Escapism

About the Aeveren:
Aeveren are a race of people descended from humans, but long ago they were chosen by the Archangel Raziel to be his people.  He gave them the gifts of reincarnation, powers beyond what humans have, and destined ones.  Aeveren live fifty lifetimes through reincarnation and carry with them their memories from their past lives.  Upon reaching their twentieth lifetimes, they receive a power, such as telepathy, teleportation, or the power of time travel.  However, some Aeveren are born with their abilities, making them far more powerful than the rest of the race.  Finally, each Aeveren soul is given destined ones, other Aeveren meant only for them.  However, Aeveren possess free will, so like humans, they don't always choose as they should. 

Excerpt: 
Amon felt Thea’s body stiffen at his touch and even without probing her mind he knew he needed to brace himself for the onslaught of her emotions. As she turned around slowly to face him, he was secretly thrilled to notice she was still wearing his shirt.
Maybe this won’t be so bad.
“How the hell did you get in here? And who invited you in?” she snapped as she stood toe to toe with him, her hands on her hips and her blue eyes blazing.
Amon saw the genuine displeasure he’d caused and rethought the joke he wanted to make about not having to be invited in like a vampire. It was going to be as bad as he’d anticipated. And as painful if she continued to be angry.
“I’m sorry, Thea. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” In the hopes of diffusing the situation, he intentionally focused on softening his tone.
“Frighten me? Is that what you think you did? First, you have your goon kidnap me as if I’m your personal healer created just for you, and now you’re back to kidnap me yourself! Frightened? I’m so past frightened, Amon.”
If her emotions weren’t beginning to take their toll on him physically, he might be turned on by Thea’s outburst. He liked her like this. Feisty. Brave. A perfect match for him. Her emotions were beginning to cause him great pain, though, and in his still weakened state, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sustain much more of her anger.
“Please, Thea. Don’t be angry. I missed you.”
As he spoke, he took her hand in his and stroked his thumb over the soft skin of her knuckles.
“Amon, you broke into my house.”
Smiling happily as he felt her anger abate just a little, he answered, “Technically, I didn’t break in because I didn’t use the door.”
Thea looked at him with a confused look that made him want to explain, if only because it seemed to have calmed her down.
“I teleported in. So no breaking, really.”
“Teleported?”
“Yes, it’s one of my powers.”
“One?” Thea seemed to consider what he’d said and then continued.  “I don’t care. You can’t just come into my house without being invited in.”
“I’m sorry. Can we sit down and talk?”
Amon saw her resolve weaken and knew he’d won her over for the moment. Still holding her hand, he walked with her to the couch and sat down next to her.
“Your house is very nice.” His words were predictable, but he hoped to avoid another emotional outburst from her that would be sure to hurt.
Thea turned her body toward him and smiled. “Amon, why are you here, if it’s not to kidnap me again?”
Her refusal to let him set the pace made him smile. He was going to have to tell her about Sevine.
“I missed you. I wish you hadn’t left.”
“Amon, I can’t just stay at your house for the rest of my life. I have a job...”
Thea caught herself and corrected what she’d said. “Well, I had a job before you sent that man to kidnap me and you held me captive.”
Amon felt her sadness wash over him, and he felt truly sorry for what had happened. “I never intended for that to happen. I will compensate you well to make up for everything. I promise.”
      While he spoke, he looked directly into her eyes and wished they were back at his house together. Or better yet, at his home in Greece, somewhere he was sure she’d enjoy.
“You can’t just do things that hurt others and then simply throw money at the problem. I loved my job, and now I’ve lost it.”
Thea’s sadness stabbed at him, and he closed his eyes to ward off the pain. Unlike before, this was more an ache than searing pain.
“Are you okay, Amon?” he heard her say and he opened his eyes.
Wincing, he nodded, but concerned, she placed her hands on his and held them. “Where is the pain located?” she asked when she couldn’t figure out how to heal him.
“You can’t heal this, Thea. This is the pain I explained to you before.”
Gently squeezing his hands, she said quietly, “I can heal your pain. Please tell me where it’s coming from.”
There would be no explaining this away, so he decided to tell her the truth.
“Thea, you can’t heal it because you cause it. Or more specifically, your unhappiness causes it. My destined one cursed me to feel unrelenting pain each time I make you unhappy.”
“Why? I thought you said you hadn’t even seen her in lifetimes.”
“I haven’t.”
“Then why curse you with something from me?”
Amon sighed and knew he couldn’t avoid telling her the most important part of Sevine’s curse.
“She didn’t. The curse is more general than that. It affects me with anyone I love.”
Lifetimes of confidence seemed to evaporate in seconds as he watched Thea’s face darken.
“Love me? Is that what you think coming to my house to take me away is? Love?”
“You don’t understand. I found out...”
Thea cut him off in mid-sentence and put her hand up. “I understand perfectly. You want me back at your house to heal you, and you think the way to soften me up into accepting being kidnapped a second time is to tell me you love me. You must think I’m pretty pathetic if you believe that will work.”
Pain once again raged through his body and Amon silently reached out to Gethen to call for help. Moments later, he and Markku entered through the front door and Thea leaped from her seat on the couch.
“Don’t either of you have any manners either? Get out of my house now!”
Both men stood still waiting for instructions from Amon and appeared to almost look right through her. With each word, Amon felt weaker, and he leaned back against the couch, twisted in pain.
In a strangled voice, he whispered, “Thea, please listen. They’re here to help me. Your emotions are killing me.”
Turning to see his face drained of all color, she asked, “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

About the Author:

An avid reader of all types of books, I read my first romance even before I was a teenager.  I must have been a very precocious young lady!  I still remember the book, if not the title.  It was about a Southern man during the years before the Civil War and his illicit affair with one of the slaves of a woman he "frequented".  I remember vividly reading the word "manhood" often in the book, and the slave's name was Sukie.  Isn't it amazing what the mind can remember?
Fast forward a couple dozen years and I'm a college history instructor.  I still love history as much as that romantic young woman did, so I teach it to college students, and the romantic streak has never gone away.  Now I get to do things that have to do with my other favorite love: romance novels. 

The idea for my first book came to me in a dream.  I know that seems almost cliched, but it did.  I woke up one morning after having an extremely vivid dream and began to jot things down that I was able to remember.  Days later, I had the first pages written and the ideas that I had dreamed about had become the characters in my first book.  Those characters are the basis for the first series I've written, The Destined Ones Series, about a people called Aeveren who have lived side by side with humans since almost the beginning of recorded time. The first book in that series, Stolen Destiny, was published in June.

I'm still working on The Destined Ones books, and I look forward to what my imagination has waiting for me next.  The second book about Aeveren, Destiny Redeemed, is scheduled to be released on October 13.  I've finished the Victorian Erotic Romance Trilogy,  three erotic novellas set in Victorian England. The first one, Vampire Dreams, is a paranormal erotic romance. The second novella, another erotic romance but an historical, Love's Master, involves some light BDSM.  The third novella, Masquerade, is a straight historical, no kink or paranormal. After that, a paranormal romance set in the great city of New Orleans is up in December--Blood Avenged. Anyone who read Vampire Dreams will remember Vasilije, Brandon's sire. Blood Avenged is his story.

After that?  Well, I'm in the planning stages of another trilogy, this time maybe novel length, that will come out in 2012.   But one thing's for sure: no matter what the story is, it will involve gorgeous, Alpha male heroes; strong heroines; and steamy romance!

Links:

Giveaway:
7 ebook copies of Destiny Redeemed are being given away tour wide!

Giveaway closes after the end of the tour

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Thursday, November 3, 2011

ABA AUTHOR INTERVIEW WITH DAVID SCOTT MILTON



Kiki: What is your favorite genre to read in, and what is it about that genre that attracts you to it? If you like a specific mix of genres, please state that particular combination.

DSM: I’m not strictly a genre reader, though I have a great affection for novel noir, classic mystery fare. First, I read classic literature. Next, I read contemporary literature. And, since a child, I’ve read mysteries, the great mystery writers of the past, the ones of the present. An exceptional novel for me is Dostoyevsky’s “Crime and Punishment” because it is a mystery or crime novel and great literature. It’s what I aspire to.

Kiki: What is your favorite author to read in that genre, and why? Also, please tell me a little about the best book by that author you have read.

DSM: The Belgian writer, Georges Simenon, a great crime writer and a great novelist in general. He wrote over 400 novels. More than half are superb. Pick up any novel of Simenon’s and the chances are you will find a great novel. Four that come immediately to mind are “The Snow Was Black”, “The Man Who Watched the Trains Go By”, “The Brothers Rico”, and “Belle.”

Kiki: Do you have a Favorite Book of All Time? Of course, please tell us what about that book makes it your favorite.

DSM: If I was forced to pick one, that is if someone put a gun to my head and said “confess or else”, I would choose James Joyce’s “Ulysses.” The power of the writing is stunning, ferocious, brilliant. The characters, rhythms, lyricism, are unparalleled.

Kiki: What is the best book you read last month, and would you recommend it to a friend?

DSM: I read a first novel by an ex-student of mine, Meg Mathesen, “Muddied”. A fine, book, in some respects overwhelming. I would recommend it not only to a friend, but even to an enemy.

Kiki: What are your reading habits like? For example, how many books do you read on average in a week, what format do you prefer to read in, what time of day do you read, and what setting is ideal for you to get lost in that book?

DSM: When I was young I read constantly and everything. Now I read very selectively, usually in bed before I sleep. I used to read three books a week. Now, I doubt that I read that much in a month. I prefer to read the old fashioned way, that is a physical book printed on paper and held in my hand.

Kiki: If pressed, could you chose a favorite from the books you have written? Why is it your favorite?

 DSM: “Kabbalah” It was the hardest book to write, the most ambitious, the most serious. It’s a very human book and there is also a theological under pinning, which was challenging and I think finely wrought. At the present, however, my latest book, “Iron City”, holds a dear spot in my heart. It deals with some of the same elements as “Kabbalah”, but in a more conventional form: it is a true mystery. It explores the landscapes of my childhood as “Kabbalah” does and it is rich in place and character. “Kabbalah”, because of its thematic complexity, was very difficult to write. In comparison, “Iron City” was a joy.

Kiki: How do you become inspired to write?

DSM: I’m obsessed with the human condition and when I see and am moved by events and behavior which on the surface are incomprehensible, I am driven to immerse myself in them, to try to figure in some small way that most ancient of questions: Why are we here? Where are we going? What have we done to others and what have they done to us?

Kiki: What part of the story do you think is your strength to write?

DSM: I write character and dialogue well, have a feel for place, and a strong sense of the heart of a story. I am moved by people and the complexity of their lives.

Kiki: Please share with ABA readers something I did not think to ask you about.

DSM: Tennessee Williams once said that his first rule of writing was don’t be boring. I think my career has gone on this long because I have an innate talent not to bore.


Iron City
By David Scott Milton
Publisher: White Whisker Books Date Published: September 1, 2011
Genre: dark mystery 

Frank Kalinyak, disgraced ex-cop, returns to Pittsburgh, Pa., “Iron City”, his hometown, from Tucson where he has been living a desperate existence since the death of his young daughter. He has been summoned home by Bobby Mack, an Assistant D.A., to find out who murdered an old high school friend. Kalinyak is swept into a whirlpool of bizarre killings, religious fanaticism, church duplicity, hustlers, cops, junkies, old friends gone bad. Amid the fractured landscape of Iron City, rusting mills, rotting industry, he struggles to find sense in his life. Ultimately he must ask: who is he and can he survive?

“David Scott Milton can write like an angel… a writer hell bent on fulfilling the legacy of John Steinbeck, carrying on the tradition of James Jones and exploring his own heights.” -- Alabama Journal

Available for the Kindle on Amazon and on BN for the Nook

About the Author:
David Scott Milton (born September 15, 1934) is an American author, playwright, screenwriter, and actor. His plays are known for their theatricality, wild humor, and poetic realism, while his novels and films are darker and more naturalistic. As a novelist, he has been compared to Graham Greene, John Steinbeck, and Nelson Algren. Ben Gazzara’s performance in Milton’s play, Duet, received a Tony nomination. Another play, Skin, won the Neil Simon Playwrights Award. His theater piece, Murderers Are My Life, was nominated as best one-man show by the Valley Theater League of Los Angeles. His second novel, Paradise Road, was given the Mark Twain Journal award “for significant contribution to American literature.
You Tube Video of David reading from Iron City http://youtu.be/U-ERnDTWhaA

Reviews for “Paradise Road:

“David Scott Milton can write like an angel… a writer hell bent on fulfilling the legacy of John Steinbeck, carrying on the tradition of James Jones and exploring his own heights.”                           -- Alabama Journal

“It was my misfortune to have missed The Quarterback, and thus be unaware of this fine, unflinching writer. He does not prettify, embroider, ornament of otherwise offend against the utter dignity of his hard, enduring characters; out of their meanness, and misery, he has made a story which I envy, in prose as clean and businesslike as a switchblade. Make sure everybody hears about this book; it’s not about a gambler and a broad and a fighter at all—it’s about the human condition, and it’s beautiful.”  -- George V. Higgins, author of The Friends of Eddie Coyle

Thursday, October 20, 2011

GUEST POST: Mixing it up…by Sommer Marsden With Giveaway!


Mixing it up is a term that can mean fighting. That pretty much covers what I had to do with myself to mix genres. Mixing genres was something I was initially dead set against. See, paranormal scared me. I found there were too few rules. To many ways for me to trip myself up or sink my own damn battleship, if you will. I am not a world builder or a myth builder. It’s not how I’m wired. I do not have the patience for that sort of thing. I leave it for the pros. If you go and dig through the dried bones and carcass of my myspace page I bet you will find a blog that said writing paranormal terrified me.

Until it didn’t.

I started with ghosts (those eventually turned into the Seekers series). I was basically a ghost aficionado. I loved all things spiritual: angels, ghosts, Native American roots (I gots ‘em) and recognizing that the world is all in synch. I am a firm believer in the whole “Take what serves you and blow the rest away with a breath of kindness” dealio.

So I made myself a liar with the ghosts. Ghosts were fine. No big deal. But never ever, ya know, vampires or werewolves or that kind of stuff. Never.

I think I made myself a liar on that one with Base Nature. I do believe that was my first werewolf full length. I’d done one or two short stories for Ruthie’s Club then (Old Wives’ Tale and Wickedly Built) but those were just shorts. *snort* You can’t actually count them. Nor could you count my tale for RC called Marks. Hint. Vampire.

Because they were shorts—a blink of the eye, really—and did not count. Don’t even say I broke my own rule until…well, *sigh* Base Nature.

Seems I was less and less scared of scary things.

But okay. So I wrote a werewolf novel..so what? It’s not like I was working with zombies or anything. I don’t even like zombies. Zombies are animated dead things that run around biting people. So not sexy. Um…but I bet a good zombie exterminator or four would be hot. And they all are intertwined with sex and lust and love and partnership and a mission to save people from hungry undead things…Poppy and Garrity and Cahill and pretty Noah and…
*gasp*

Well, hell, I just wrote a zombie book, didn’t I? Okay, three of them! Do not judge me.

And somewhere in there, Ellis Bach popped into my head with all is big bad werwolfness. And Tyler Gent crept in, cold and sexy and so…well, kind of sweet in a searing wit kind of way. And then there was Ruby. Who couldn’t make up her mind and loved them both and wanted them both and got that shot. At having them both and…

So back to the no paranormal rule I had. Yeah, you can trash that. It’s kind of a moot point now. But I will absolutely never…*ahem*…ever do fairies.

Comment for a chance to win a pdf (or electronic format of your choice) of Big Bad and if you comment along every stop of the Big Bad Blog Bash, you can win Ruby’s socks (pictured on my blog. The tour schedule’s over there too.) Yay! J

XOXO
Sommer


Blurb for Big Bad:
Lust according to Ruby: 
You read those books where they explain it all away. They make it fine with rationalization. But what if I just want to? What if that's my whole reason? My life is not a romance novel. I don’t need justification. I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants. 

I want Ellis. And I want Tyler. 

And I won’t apologize...

What’s worse than wanting both your best friend who’s a vampire and the just-back-in-town alpha werewolf you find yourself fixated on? Finding out that the werewolf in question wants you, too. But he isn’t too keen on the sharing part. Oh, and by the way, you’re his dead mate.

Okay, okay, dead is harsh—reincarnated.

What’s worse than that? Realizing that you believe the whole crazy tale of reincarnation. Because it seems to be true.

And yet you still want them both—together. Vampire and werewolf and you in the middle. Stuck between two predators who want you and only you. To complicate it all, you find out that you can have it. With your new/old mate’s blessing. But just one time before he claims you as his. 

Are you brave enough to take it? That one shot?

Well...Are you?

Warnings: This title contains graphic sex and language, spanking, m/f/m sex, multiple partners.


Excerpt from BIG BAD
I opened my eyes and screamed. Then I hid under the blankets—quickly.
“Well that’s not a very nice hello,” Ellis Bach said.
“Oh my god. What are you doing here? What is he doing here?” I screamed to Tyler who I knew—thanks to his supersonic ears—would hear me no matter where he was.
Ellis laughed and the dark easy sound of it curled through me like smoke. I felt warm and horny and wet from that one single sound. Clearly I was insane.
“I smelled you,” he said.
I peeked out from under the blue and green plaid duvet. “Pardon?”
“I smelled you. I smelled your scent.”
I peeked so that only my eyes were visible to him. “Gee…that is…um, nice? Actually, I have to admit, it’s offensive. Because I immediately think you’re insinuating that I stink.” I blinked. “Which I might because I fell asleep before a shower and…” I petered off, unable to finish my own thought.
His dark blue eyes stared me down. His hair, a sandy color that made me think of long days in the summer sun, hung in his eyes and I wanted to touch it. It looked soft and I wanted to know if it was. “You do smell like sex,” he admitted.
I pulled the blanket back over my head. “Great.”
“But that’s probably because you and Tyler had sex, right?” He laughed again and it was all I had in me not to throw back the covers and attack him.
“Ugh. Yes, we did. But I wasn’t expecting visitors the moment I opened my eyes.”
“Hey, you wanted to meet him.” It was Tyler’s voice from the doorway. Full of humor and a bit of resentment if I was hearing it right.
“Not like this,” I growled and decided—fuck it—I pulled the covers down, covering my breasts and the rest of me but freeing my head and hair and shoulders. I did like oxygen, after all. I leveled my gaze at him—realizing on some level I was highly turned on by them standing there in the doorway, almost shoulder to shoulder, staring at me like they were hungry. “Why? Whywhywhy did you do this to me!”
“Not that I’d l normally defend my friend Tyler here, but I came up and knocked. I literally did smell you. And something about you smelled familiar and…” He cocked an eyebrow and I felt another irrational physical urge to touch him.
“And?”
“And delicious,” he said and licked his lips. They were full and pink and his tongue was just a tad darker pink.
I said something like “Ugh” and he smiled. Tyler did not smile, though. Tyler glowered and clenched his fists. I remembered the feel of his lips and teeth on my inner thigh and a hot blush rose in my cheeks.
I saw his nostrils flutter just a bit as he caught the scent. Ellis grinned and cleared his throat. “She seems to be annoyed. And aroused if I’m not mistaken.”
Flex-flex-flex went Tyler’s long almost delicate hands.
“And I’m not mistaken,” Ellis said.
“I’d like to take a shower,” I said.
“By all means.” He stepped back so I could walk from the bed to the door unimpeded. But he didn’t leave.
“Ellis, get the fuck out of here.” Tyler didn’t look like he was finding any reason to be amused at the moment.
“You, too.”
They both stared at me then.
“What?” For the look on his face, Tyler looked like I’d staked him instead of asked him to leave.
“Both of you please,” I said softly. “I just feel…fragile,” I finished weakly.
“Fine,” he growled and turned to the door, yanking Ellis after him.
If Ellis had even had it in his head to stand his ground, there would have been no budging him without bloodshed. It was evident in his muscular frame and the way he carried himself. But he was playing along and he stumbled out into the hall along with my host.
I wrapped Tyler’s entire sheet around me and shuffled to his bathroom. I could feel them out there—or so I imagined—and when I stepped into the hot steam of the shower, my skin prickled like they could see me, too. I stood in that hot water forever, even once my hair was clean and I had rinsed and repeated. Finally, there was no denying it any more. I got dressed and went out to the kitchen where they sat in nearly angry silence, waiting.
For me.

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Blurb for Lunatic Fringe:
Poppy's birthday should be a big, fun, sexy deal. And it is, until the zombie exterminators find out that the creepers in their neck of the woods happen to be switching the game up a bit. They have a new nifty trick that keeps them from being readily recognizable. Something poor Poppy is unlucky enough to find out on her morning run. She goes from fantasizing about her birthday foursome with the boys, to running home to spread the bad news of mutation.

Her big day is suddenly full of machetes, a lady from the CDC and news of a new vaccine that might—or might not—work. Lucky for Poppy the boys won't let the new turn of events ruin her birthday, they still take her where she needs to go. Because all four of them know, every day could be your last. Sadly, Garrity, Cahill and Noah can't control what happens next. Things change, possibly forever, for their little group of exterminators. And over the next few days Poppy realizes a few things with perfect clarity: she loves Garrity, the thought of losing one of the boys terrifies her, and she's completely at a loss when it comes to one of her own being threatened. It seems to be the one area in which she can't pull off the bad ass persona.
What will she do, she wonders, if their perfect group of four suddenly becomes a group of three? How will she survive?


Excerpt from LUNTIC FRINGE:

All the hair on the back of my neck stood up despite the lovely afterglow of Garrity sex.
I thrust my legs into some yoga pants and pulled on one of Garrity’s shirts that I’d stolen because it was so soft and even after washing it smelled like him. “Get dressed,” I said.
“Hey, the boys can—”
“I know they can,” I said. “But we need to get down there.”
“What’s up?”
“I have a bad feeling is all.”
Garrity opened the hamper and yanked out a pair of jeans and a Henley instead of going to our room to get clean clothes.
“Nice,” I snorted.
“Hey, I improvised.”
“So you did.” I grabbed my two brand new shiny sawed-offs and handed him one. “Here, because I am super duper nice.”
“Moi?” he said with mock glee.
“Just because when that doorbell rang my stomach dropped. Take it and shut up about it.”
He kissed the side of my head. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You know it.”
We went downstairs together, each of us armed, guns loaded and cocked.
Cahill was by the front door. One of those old-fashioned deals to match our old-fashioned farmhouse. The wooden door had a large picture window of leaded glass. Curtains covered it to keep us private, but still when we looked out, whoever was out there could see in.
“I don’t want to open it until Poppy has a gander at her,” Cahill said. “After what happened this morning.”
“Good call,” Garrity said, right on my heels as we hit the bottom of the steps.
Noah walked in holding a nifty little sword he’d picked up online. It was shiny and pretty and had a stylized hilt and yet…functional as all get out.
“Ready?” Cahill asked.
I took the other side of the door and he unlocked it, swinging it wide. We faced the woman on our porch through the screen door. Which really, if you think about it, is not much of a barrier if someone wants to eat you.
I pushed the barrel of the gun to her through the screen and though she flinched, her big brown eyes found mine and she said, “Pleases hurry up and let me in.”
I eyed Cahill. “She’s speaking. The one on my run didn’t speak.”
“Put your hand up to the screen,” Garrity told her.
She did it and he pushed his hand to hers through the fine mesh. Then he leaned in and smelled her. “Feels fine, smells fine, no change.”
“What’s your name?” I demanded, my hand on the simple hook-and-eye lock but not moving. I wasn’t convinced yet.
“Sandra Lynn Baker,” she said. I could hear the fine tremor in her voice and recognized a woman trying to keep herself under control when I saw one.
“Why are you here?”
“I’m with the CDC, and we are going around talking to the exterminators in the area about some new developments in—”
“Pull her in,” I said to Cahill, and I popped the lock. I yanked the door open, and he took her arm and tugged Ms. Baker in.
“Oh!” she said and stumbled over the threshold.
I locked the screen and then the door and nodded to Garrity. He caught my look and said, “How about some coffee, Ms. Baker?”
“Oh, um, sure.” She smiled at me, but I must have unnerved her. So her eyes roamed, settling on Noah—pretty, pretty Noah—and she smiled at him. When he smiled back, she seemed to relax some.
I have an effect on women and Noah has the opposite. I weird them out, and he soothes them. It’s a good system.
“Let’s go. In the kitchen, please,” I said. “I have a feeling I know what you’re going to say.”
She followed Noah, and I followed her, and Cahill brought up the rear. He put his hand to my low back as we walked, ushering along with a light touch. I might have been torqued up from anticipating this little talk, but that touch made my body rush with heat and blood. I had a brief wishful mental image of the four of us together in bed and felt myself blush.
“Try to focus, Poppy,” he said, chuckling softly. “We’ll have time for all those dirty thoughts later.”
How did he do that? How? “What—” I started to pretend I had no idea what he was talking about, but he said, “Body language” in a way that made it impossible to argue.
Instead, I just blew out a sigh and went into the kitchen.

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