Showing posts with label #EroticRomance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #EroticRomance. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2024

#SneakPeekSunday - Crow Magic

In this Sneak Peak:
Our hero in Crow Magic is in his crow animal form 
and he has been caught spying on the woman he has a blind date with. 

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His mission of spying on the woman Madame Eve matched for him changed into an all-morning event. The minute Lucy walked out of the cottage he’d sensed her spirit calling to him and begging release. It was apparent as soon as she stepped off the porch to follow the crow that she would make a transformation easily. Her innocence brought out his protective streak, yet he wanted to teach her everything and take her to heights of passion. His pride swelled that he’d been the chosen one for the task.

Of all the people he’d met and the women he experienced intimately, she hypnotized him with her words. He lusted after not only her beauty but her soul, with the hesitant demeanor and even her wild hair separating her from all others. Beautiful organic shades of red and orange were revealed as the locks danced in the wind. Never had he seen hair like that before. So alive!

Her pale skin altered his opinion of the color white. He’d always considered the pallid shade boring. Her skin was that of an angel, light as the beach sand, smooth as milk and honey. He recognized the presence of the Water Spirit and noticed a calming of her aura. Her invitation to sit with her on the beach delighted him. He’d smelled magic in the blood he drew on her wrist. Her lovely eyes focused his attention on the eagerness of her soul yearning to be set free, stirring a longing obscured under personal responsibilities. His crow begged to claim her. Could it be possible she possessed a spirit animal akin to his own?

Because of her keen response to the bird, he predicted her reaction to the man would be more fervent. His cock grew hard, his palms itched to touch the milky skin and he hungered to taste her.

“You have been a mouse too long.” He whispered to the wind, “It is time to let the fiery angel fly. Trust me. Believe in me. I will show you how to soar.”

The crow within demanded to possess her. Mine.

Teaser taken from Crow Magic
Published by Decadent Publishing


Available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble & your favorite online bookstore.

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

#FirstChapter Teaser - Handcuffs and Silk



Blurb:
Stephanie "Stiff" Johnson, is a tough Las Vegas cop who many men find too intimidating to date. Steph begins to wonder if something is wrong with her so she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who could be the yin to her yang, even if it's just for one night.

Hunter Mason left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night Stand, he hopes to sample his options.

A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.



Chapter One
The blades of the chopper sliced through the heat of the night as it flew over the City of Lights. Casinos glowed in various hues of blue, plum, gold, green, and silver, casting a magical aura. Spotlights danced in the night, graceful fingers tickling the sinister side of Vegas. Unsuspecting people moved about, flitting from place to place, searching for excitement and fulfillment while cars in traffic jams occasionally brought the pulsing arteries in the heart of the city to a temporary halt.

Being a Las Vegas cop, Steph recognized the evil lurking in the shadows of the beautiful city, also known as Sin City. As the chopper made a turn, she viewed the vast landscape as an artist’s canvas. The awesome structures designed and built by nameless men. So many lives below. Where there is sin and sadness, one will also find love and happiness.

With a deep sigh, Steph continued to gaze at the site, wondering where she fit into the street party of existence. Not a single malicious bone in her body, yet a monster lurked inside, crying to be set free. And, despite the desire to have a special someone to share a lifetime of love and happiness, meaningless one-night stands never filled the emptiness inside. Lately, living and breathing her job had become her reason for lack of a social life. That, and always being looked at as one of the guys and a hard ass.

Some of the cops‟ wives had made it their mission to fix her up with someone. Despite their efforts to feminize her, she intimidated the men they’d found for her. Not considered butch—she had all the right curves in all the right places and could wear sexy clothing that normally only looked good on a model—but everyone knew how tough she could be.

Controlling the power hidden deep inside her proved to be difficult and had ruined many relationships. Her last boyfriend liked to try kinky things, but had his limits. She’d gone out with a guy who’d insisted she be submissive to him, but that felt completely false and ended shortly after it began.

What’s wrong with me?

Frustrated at her inability to escape her reputation, she’d applied with an online dating service, 1NightStand. Not a regular matchmaking site, but more upscale; the mysterious owner, Madame Evangeline, had an amazing ability to find just the right person to satisfy one’s needs. Or so Steph had been told.

Her cell phone vibrated. Glancing at the screen, she noticed an email from 1NightStand. Instinct told her Eve was probably letting her know the dating service could not match her up. To avoid disappointment until back on the ground, Steph put the phone back in its holster.

The chopper began its descent.

Sunday, February 25, 2024

A Moment of Mediation from Crow Magic #Excerpt

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Mountains climbed from the edges of the lake reaching for the cloudless sky. Envisioning she was the first human to witness such beauty, she listened to the whispering pines, lapping waves, and songs of the living earth. No boats graced the water, no calling children played, only pure nature. Clean air filled her lungs with every purifying breath. Dropping her robe to take in the rays of sunlight, she journeyed to the beach. Enchanted, she extended her arms and waded into the water in expectation of a baptism by nature.

She imagined the spirits of the natural world calling out to her and instructing to let go of the loneliness. A simple task of emotional spring cleaning so room could be made for the physical intimacy she craved. Standing with the water surrounding her legs, an eerie power seeped into her pores. Tingling pulses in rhythm with the waves traveled through her cells.

Looking at her own reflection in the water, she watched a grin find its way from her heart to her lips.
A shadow circled above, still carrying her earring. In a bold move, she flexed her fingers in invitation for him to land on her arm. Tucking his head, he arched his wings and flapped in short, quick strokes, accepting her unspoken summons. He landed on her wrist and dug his feet into her skin. A drop of blood beaded under a claw. Shifting his weight, he gazed into her eyes. Held in the ebony pools, her soul reached out to his. A longing to soar on the waves of the wind made her arms ache. Her vision grew hazy. The image of an ancient warrior with copper skin, strong brow and chiseled features, flashed in her mind then disappeared.
 
He dipped his head and broke the gaze then flexed his toes, apparently uneasy about the wound on her wrist. Lucy blinked.

“It doesn’t hurt.” She gave him a small smile.

After a gentle game of tug-o-war and an unsuccessful attempt to retrieve her earring from his beak, she tapped her fingers on his back to distract his attention in hopes that he’d drop it.

But content with his position on her arm, he held the earring tight. With her arm extended slightly, she left the water and sat on the warm sand of the beach. She tucked one foot under her while keeping one knee raised to rest her arm and support his weight.

Gazing upon him with wonder as he sat at ease, she slid her palm leisurely over his back and stroked his lustrous feathers. The heat of the animal greeted her skin and a low, throaty sound drifted to her ears.

“You are so beautiful; I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything or anyone so perfect.” A sudden, strong yearning to fly and soar on the winds of passion possessed her. In the daydream, strong hands touched her, drawing out her feminine cravings. Erotic visions of lying under a dark warrior flamed her desire to life. She imagined charcoal eyes and a masculine face framed by wild strands of black hair.



BLURB FOR CROW MAGIC ~

Lucy Richards is tired of being timid around men and turns to Madame Eve to give her a man for a night that will help her overcome her fears to feel like a real woman. Eve arranges a night tucked away in the Castillo Poconos Resort with a handsome Shawnee shaman who will teach her to use her womanly power and take her to unimaginable heights.

Seth Crowe, a shape shifter and Keeper of the Spiritual Law, considers himself to be a carrier of souls from darkness to light and enjoys using his body to accomplish his magic. When his brother refers him to 1 Night Stand he certainly didn’t expect to find a fiery angel sleeping in a sensuous body and experience the true balance of nature. 
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Tuesday, January 30, 2024

#TuesdayTeaser from Eagle Dance

Snow came in last night and reminded me of a scene in my book, Eagle Dance. 


“Let’s pick up the ‘za then head to the cabin.” He dropped the phone into a cup holder.

Not able to stop her mouth from speaking her thoughts in a matter-of-fact way. “We should pick up some chocolate or caramel syrup too.”

He blinked his sinfully long eyelashes and with his lips formed a slow smirk as the suggestion of her words set in. Leaning over the center counsel, he cupped her cheek with one large hand. His eyes bore into hers with intensity.

“Your wish is my command.” He took her mouth in a searing kiss which ended too soon. “You got something planned for dessert?”

“Maybe.” She played coy.

He flashed perfect teeth in a full grin while he turned up the heat in the truck then put it into gear. The goatee on his chin and dark brows gave him a devilish appearance and when he smiled she ached to climb all over him. A wild night with a handsome Indian is what she requested but received much more.

 The truck jerked, turning her attention to the storm. Working his way along the precarious road, the vehicle lurched and a dream catcher swayed from the review mirror. Gems stitched into the web reflected small facets of light, giving her a distraction from her fear of crashing into a tree along the road.


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Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe, leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate. Or at least a woman who accepts him as an eagle shifter.

Amanda Collins never stopped loving the Chippewa boy she knew from her childhood. Maybe a night with a Native American man will help her forget the past and let her move on with her life.

Sometimes, it’s necessary to take a step into the past before dancing into the future. With the help of Madame Eve, will the Spirit of the Eagle carry Dyami and Amanda?


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Thursday, January 18, 2024

#Thursday13 - Favorite Lines from Handcuffs & Silk

Welcome to Thursday 13
Today is a Throwback to the first book I published with Decadent Publishing. 
I've listed my personal favorite lines from Handcuffs & Silk.

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1. Being a Las Vegas cop, Steph recognized the evil lurking in the shadows of the beautiful city, also known as Sin City.

2. Rubbing the smooth part of his neck where a collar had rested for over a year, he remembered the day Ericka removed the soft, blue, leather strap with her initials stamped on it.

3. Miss Stephanie Johnson is a lovely lady with the type of personality I’m sure you will find to your liking, and perfectly capable of fulfilling your current desires.

4. “Grow up, Hunter. Drop this damn beta act and be the alpha you were born to be.”

5. Nicely curved hips accented by shiny, black leather hot pants, high-heeled, thigh-high boots laced up her long legs, and a small leather bag hung on a silver chain snug against her hip.

6. Her mouth watered at the sight of his muscular chest peeking from the opening of a black Armani shirt with the sleeves rolled past his elbows, and one hand rested on his thigh while the other held a rose.

7. Stepping tighter between her legs, he grasped Steph around her nape with one hand and pulled her to him for a hard kiss.

8. Sex appeal coupled with willingness to satisfy equaled a very appealing combination in a one-night stand.

9. The room filled with heat, yet the only sounds were their breathing, the creak of the bed, and the rasp of her boots as they brushed against his legs.

10. She opened the drawer and found a couple of black silk scarves.

11. With a wicked grin, she paused to pick up the glass with the key resting under the melting ice cubes.

12.  “I win.” His deep voice wrapped seductively around her entire body.

13. “You have the right to remain silent.” She clamped a handcuff roughly onto a wrist and raised both arms over his head to hook around the headboard rails then attached the remaining cuff to his free wrist. “Anything you say can and will be used against you for my pleasure.” (Yeah, I know it's more than one line, but it's my all time favorite in the entire book!)
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Sunday, November 15, 2020

Monday Mojo - Spirit of the Crow

Seth Crowe, a crow shifter and Keeper of the Spiritual Law.
He considers himself to be a carrier of souls from darkness to light and enjoys using his body to accomplish his magic. 


Seth is a Native American Crow shifter.


The crow is a spirit animal associated with life mysteries and magic.  The power of this bird as totem and spirit guide is provide insight and means of supporting intentions. Sign of luck, it is also associated with the archetype of the trickster; be aware of deceiving appearances.  If the crow has chosen you as your spirit or totem animal, it supports you in developing the power of sight, transformation, and connection with life’s magic.
The crow knows the unknowable mysteries of creation and is the keep of all sacred law. The medicine he practices gives him mastery of illusion. It is the power of the unknown at work, and always guarantees something special is about to happen.

The crow is also the guardian of ceremonial magic and healing. In any healing circle, a Crow is present. He guides the magic of healing and the change in consciousness that will bring about a new reality. The crow can give you the courage to enter the darkness of the void, which is the home of all that is not yet in form.

Read CROW MAGIC to learn about Seth's magical power.





Friday, October 23, 2020

Brighton Bad Boys - Ba-Ba-Bad to the Bone

Yesterday we had a bit of fun having coffee with Tilly Delane, author of the Brighton Bad Boys series.





Some of Tilly's favorites:

Favorite drink: coffee, strong, white, no sugar.

Favorite candy: jelly bellies.

Favorite food: my mum’s tomato soup with all the extras.

Favorite article of clothing or jewelry: because of what I do in my day job, I don’t wear jewelry or accessorize, so I’d have to say: anything that has enough pockets. Pockets are the most important aspect of any item of clothing.

Favorite place to read: in bed.

Place you want to visit some day: Outer Mongolia.



 Now, as promised...

Brighton Bad Boys Book Blurbs



SILAS
 A Fighter Romance
Brighton Bad Boys, Book 1


Silas
When I look into my future it’s like looking down the barrel of a gun.
Trying to pay back a debt that was never yours, a hopelessly fractured family, and betrayal by those you trusted the most will do that to a man.
Most days I just survive. Alone.
The guys at TripleX, the club that hosts the biggest illegal fight league in England, where I fight and bounce, all know that I keep myself to myself.
I don’t do hanging around after lock up to pick up drunk girls from the bar upstairs.
I don’t do staff drinks.
I don’t do socials.
I don’t do going to the gym together.
I don’t do friendship.
I work, I get paid.
I fight, I get paid.
End of involvement.
The irony is, there is nothing in Brighton, the seaside city that I call my home, or in my life, actually worth fighting for.
Until Mum brings home a stray American.
A soft, curvy woman with bottle-red hair and green eyes and a mouth made for sucking.
And no matter how hard I try to ignore her, she’s there.
In my bed.

Grace
I’m here on a memorial tour for my mum - never mom, she was born British, and no matter how long she lived in Washington DC, she refused to be called mom.
I lost her a year ago, and it still hurts like crazy.
I saved up every penny I made since her funeral for this trip. Being here, in England, in Brighton, was supposed to help me keep her memory alive, to remember her and the stories she used to tell me.
But in true Grace style, I fall at the first hurdle.
The company I booked the hotel through has gone bust, the hotel never got my reservation and there isn’t a room to be had elsewhere in a ten-mile radius because of a small thing called the Brighton Festival.
I’m ready to sleep in the lobby when the head of housekeeping offers me a room in her house, at a rate I cannot refuse.
A room, it turns out, that smells of man in the best possible way.
And with the scent comes a fighter, brooding and beautiful, and about as lost as I am.
I want him.
Badly.
I just need to convince him that he’s worth the fight, and that maybe together we can find our way out of the woods.

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ROWAN
Brighton Bad Boys Book 2

Rowan
When you’ve been to hell and back ─ and I don’t just mean the outer rings of hell, I mean the ring right at the centre of Hades, where gladiators like me fight for the entertainment of today’s Caesars and Caesarias ─ you come back a monster or a broken man. If you come back at all.
I’m neither.
I don’t know what I am.
I know I’m an addict.
I know I’m killer.
I know I’ve been running from myself since I was twelve years old and that at every turn since I’ve made lousy decisions.
Time to face myself in the mirror.
So I’m taking a trip to the peninsula of Purbeck, a beautiful nature reserve on the south coast of England, to enter rehab.
Can you rehabilitate a killer? Can you rehabilitate a broken beast?
I doubt it, but at least I’m willing to try.
The last thing I expected was to meet a soul as tortured as me, a woman whose eyes tell me she’s seen it, the ugliness of life.
And she can deal.
She won’t look away.
She is competence in a fifties retro package with fishnets and combat boots.
She’s my nurse.
And totally off limits.

Raven
I came out to meet the guy because he took longer than is normal. I thought he might have gotten lost. Though that’s pretty hard when going in a straight line down what was once the only road in a village. But it’s a rehab clinic. Folk are kinda lost by definition when they get here.
So I came to see what was taking him so long and found him going down on the water fountain.
I mean, seriously, the way he hulked over it, half his face under the stream, his tongue lapping at the water, was obscene, feral. So my smart mouth decided to make a comment. A wholly unprofessional comment, and now I’m standing here, mesmerised. Like Mowgli meeting Kaa.
‘Cause he’s staring me down like a pro.
I can’t look away from his eyes. They are huge, a deep, warm brown and they tell me stories too close for comfort. This is a guy who gets it. Life. The ugliness. The bits where other people play three monkeys. He sees them.
He sees me.
And I see him.
But he’s a client and that’s where the story ends.
It’s my last intake of guests.
In a month from now my year in the British Isles is over, I’ll hand over my job to a local, and I’ll be going home to America.
And I’m not getting fired in the meantime because of a ‘connection’ to some sexy giant with muscle for miles.
‘Connections’ are a myth.
And a myth is not worth getting fired over.

But what if there is more than a connection? What if there is actual healing?



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DIEGO
BRIGHTON BAD BOYS BOOK 3


Kalina
I've been lusting after this guy for months.
George 'Diego' Benson is the forbidden fruit I cannot have.
Not without putting my mission in peril.
Not without putting my heart in peril.
But then we look into each other’s eyes across the distance between us.
And look.
And look.
My heart is racing.
My clit is pulsing.
My insides are clenching.
And suddenly I’m tired of the charade.
I like this guy.

I like him a lot.
Once my job here is done, I will never see him again.
So just this once I want to be with him, completely.
And I lunge.

Diego
Kissing her is like coming home.
Or how I always imagined coming home would feel like.
It’s relief and feeling safe.
It’s hot and sweaty and raw.
It’s warm and sloppy and comfy.
It’s leaving behind all pretence.
And a whole lot of tongue.
So much tongue.
So much hunger.
This girl is on fire.
For me.
Not for the danger, not for the perceived status, not for the money, but for me.
She’s not here to demurely please the boss and then cream off the top.
She’s here, in my lap, because that’s where she wants to be.
Where she belongs.

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Thursday, October 22, 2020

Author Spotlight - Tilly Delane and the Brighton Bad Boys

 


It’s a rainy day here in the woods so my special guest and I are enjoying coffee on the porch. I’m drinking a highly polluted wimpy java while she’s enjoying a strong Middle Eastern hipster favorite.

Speaking of favorites… who doesn’t love a dark, broody man with rock hard abs? How about three of them? The fact these hotties love their mum (Silas still lives at home) is a turn on! Our guest has a writing style that pulls you in fast and you won’t come up for air until the end. You’ll lose yourself in the compelling characters and intense romance. Make sure you give yourself plenty of time to read and maybe keep a snack handy because you won’t be able to stop.



Please welcome Tilly Delany and let’s pick her brain about her sexy new stories, the Brighton Bad Boys.

Now, Tilly, I hear you have another identity. Is it secret, like are you in the witness protection program, are you on the lamb or can you tell us about it? (Author laughs as she puts her coffee on the table).

Prior to the Brighton Bad Boys I’d already written and published four clean, contemporary, critically acclaimed YA  novels under my real name -  the debut of which came out seven years ago - but I fancied a stint away from the constrictions of writing for a younger audience, to show my erotic romance/thriller side. I cut my teeth in erotic writing under yet another nom de plume, Ava-Ann Holland, when I contributed some short stories to anthologies while working on my second and third YA novels - and I got a taste of the creative freedom erotic romance affords you. Although, like in every genre, there are certain conventions that readers expect (like the HEA or HFN ending) it’s actually one of the most flexible genres to play with, and I love that.

Wow… I totally understand why you’d want to have different names especially since you have such different fan bases.

My latest romance-thriller ‘Diego’ is the third book under my pen name Tilly Delane and completes the Brighton Bad Boys trilogy, which started with ‘Silas’ in June, followed by ‘Rowan’ in August. I wrote the entire series before rapid releasing them this summer.

That was smart. Readers these days can be very impatient; when they finish a story in a series they are starving for the next one. I know authors often draw from their own lives and experiences when they write. Some say reality feeds the imagination. What inspired you to write the Brighton Bad Boys series?

There are elements of my life and my experience in all my novels. Where the Brighton Bad Boys were concerned, I really wanted to set something in my chosen hometown for a change and bring some of my younger self’s predilection for hanging out with unsavory folks to the page. Before I moved to Brighton thirty years ago, I grew up in a German city that shall remain unnamed and hung around with a beautiful plethora of nightclub owners, drug dealers and wannabe career criminals for the formative years of my life. For the first half a decade after my move to the UK I stuck to that MO, so I feel pretty confident when I describe the underbelly of Brighton. I also gave a lot of myself to the character of Kalina, Diego’s lady, although it must be said that Kalina is - naturally - infinitely prettier and infinitely more badass than I will ever be.

Awww… don’t sell yourself short. You are pretty badass to create such amazing characters. I see you named the books after each bad boy. What’s the story behind the titles?

Silas, Rowan and Diego aren’t exactly the most imaginative titles, are they? (Laughs, then shrugs.) Naming books after the hero is a huge trend in the ‘bad boy romance’ genre and while I was happy to flaunt the rules between the covers and make the genre my own, I wasn’t going to upset the apple cart with radical new titles and covers.

Speaking of names, your heroes have some pretty strong and sexy names. How did you come up with them?

The main characters come fully fledged, name included, into my head. I sometimes have to consult my daughters on naming side characters but very rarely. Occasionally I might rename a character because I realize halfway through writing that their name is too similar to another character’s and that it may get confusing for the reader.

I accidentally created a hero’s brother with the name Jason. Their last name was Mason. Jason Mason… bad idea. (We pause while the cat joins us momentarily for a few pats.) How naughty would you say you get with your writing?

I love sex and my sex scenes are explicit and generally described as very hot, but at the same time I’m personally not a fan of BDSM. I’ve tried almost everything at one point in my life, but BDSM just does absolutely nothing for me, which is extra funny because once upon a time I even did a stint as the door tart in a BDSM club and the owner was forever trying to convince me to do a regular gig as dominatrix. So, upshot, to me ‘hot’ doesn’t equal spanking and bondage, hot in writing to me means that it’s believable between those two characters and that it fits with the rest of who they are.

The chemistry between your characters is amazing and the sexy scenes are off the chart steamy. I love how you managed to keep each couple’s dynamics fresh.

My three Brighton Bad Boys couples - Silas & Grace, Rowan &Raven and Diego & Kalina - have very different types of sexual relationships, formed by who they are, individually and to each other. And that’s what makes it hot for me. Without wanting to be crude, I know I’m doing alright when I barely make it through writing a paragraph before having to take a shower break.

All right then, let’s cool things down a bit. (Fans self) Some authors say writing the sexy bits is difficult. What would you say, were the hardest scenes for you to write?

There is some really harrowing stuff in both Rowan and Diego, not between the couples but as part of the wider story and some of that was immensely hard to write, but I can’t give away any details without spoilers. 

My lips are sealed, I won’t give away spoilers. But I must say, those scenes really keep the reader turning the pages. I took my kindle into the bathroom with me. I couldn’t bear to stop reading!!! Authors are known for doing their research and I can tell you certainly explored in depth to create your storylines. What was the strangest thing you’ve Goggled while working on a story.

Collar bombs.

LOL. I’m going to let readers Google that one! Other than quality research, authors have a tendency to have writing habits, routines or rituals. Some writers will go for a walk or do sit ups before sitting down. Others will have a glass of wine & chocolate handy. I know one writer who has a silly stuffed animal on her desk and can’t write without it. Do you have any rituals or “must-haves” while writing?

Some form of writing utensil helps: pen & paper, phone, computer, type writer - I’m not picky . I can write anywhere, under any circumstance, if the muse kisses me. While writing my first three books I didn’t even have a desk to have a stuffed animal on.

Thank you so much for joining Romantic Interludes today, Tilly. It’s been a lot of fun.

Thank you.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your readers?

Thank you for picking my guys over the gazillion others, thank you for giving some of your lifetime to my guys. It means EVERYTHING!


Join us tomorrow when I’ll be featuring teasers from 

the Brighton Bad Boys series.


The Brighton BadBoys

Silas

Rowan

Diego

All are available on KU

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Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Tasty Tuesday - Ignite the Flames of My Desire

It's always fun when a writer includes food in a story. A bunch of us have tossed around the idea of putting together a cookbook full of recipes featured in our stories. Here's a little excerpt from Handcuffs and Silk. Hunter and Steph are enjoying dinner on their blind date.
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A hostess quickly found them a discreet table. Hunter pulled the chair out for Steph. When he sat down, she reached across the table and with a beautiful smile, gave his arm a squeeze. A simple gesture causing his senses to wake. Images of placing food on that delicate tongue excited him. 


“I’m new in town. What’s the best on the menu?” 

“Well, you’re in the right place. If you like beef, they have the best filet mignon with a mushroom and wine sauce. Oh, and get the garlic and thyme-roasted asparagus to go with it. To die for.” 
“Sounds superb!” He smiled. “I’m sure you have something in mind for dessert.” 

“Ignite-the-Flames-of-My-Desire Bananas Foster.” 

“What?”  

“That’s the name of the dessert.” Steph’s laugh rolled over him like a warm wave. “It’s rich with rum, creamy, and spicy with cinnamon. The waiter actually sets it on fire.” 

“Hmmm... sensual.” 

“Bananas, creamy, spicy, fire? Sensual? Sure.” She giggled then clamped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, shit!”  

“What?” 

“I never giggle. Why, I haven’t done that in years. I can’t believe it!”

“Maybe it’s the company you keep.” Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle. 

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Bananas Foster
1/4 cup butter
1 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 cup banana liqueur
4 firm bananas, cut in half lengthwise, then halved
1/4 cup dark rum
4 scoops vanilla ice cream
Makes 4 servings.
Combine the butter, sugar, and cinnamon in a flambé pan or skillet. Place the pan over low heat either on an alcohol burner or on top of the stove, and cook, stirring, until the sugar dissolves. Stir in the banana liqueur, then place the bananas in the pan.
Light it up! 
When the banana sections soften and begin to brown, carefully add the rum. Continue to cook the sauce until the rum is hot, then tip the pan slightly to ignite the rum. If you have an electric stove, add a match to the skillet, however, you might want to remove the skillet first, to an open area so the flames do not shoot up and hit something. (Keep a large metal lid on hand to cover the dish in case your flambé gets out of hand). When the flames subside, lift the bananas out of the pan and place four pieces over each portion of ice cream. Generously spoon warm sauce over the top of the ice cream and serve immediately; the warm sauce will quickly melt the ice cream. I had a hard time photographing this because the ice-cream melted so quickly.
On a last note:, when dealing with fire, I highly
suggest practicing before serving to master the art of working with
fire.


Stephanie "Stiff" Johnson, is a tough Las Vegas cop who many men find too intimidating to date. Steph begins to wonder if something is wrong with her so she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who could be the yin to her yang, even if it's just for one night.

Hunter Morgan left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night Stand, he hopes to sample his options.

A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Shower Scene From Eagle Dance

 In today’s hectic life with busy schedules, it’s hard to find time for each other. Grab the moments when you can. Add a little romance to your life by taking a sensual shower with your honey. (I suggest finding a shower gel or soap you both enjoy and saving it for such an occasion.)

 The hero and his lady take the opportunity for a shower together. This is the first time they see each other completely naked.

Please enjoy this shower scene from Eagle Dance.

 


“Damn!” His jaw dropped. She stood gloriously naked, water dripping from her hair into her face. Blonde strands plastered the skin of her shoulders above high breasts. The areolas were like large cherries begging to be plucked, and he had every intention of exploring each inch of her toned belly to the neatly trimmed fair hair at the junction of her thighs. He wanted her long, lean legs wrapped around his waist while she rode him into tomorrow. Blood drained from his brain and rushed to his cock again, and the need to taste and touch her everywhere forced his feet to move.

“Holy shit.” Her eyes grew wide as she gawked at his naked body. Stepping back, she let him slide under the water. 

“Is something wrong?” Pleased with his effect on her, he smirked and placed his hands on his hips.

“I wondered what you looked like under all those clothes, but didn’t expect perfection. Wowza.”

 He kept his body in peak physical form and secretly coveted her admiration. Moving her soapy hands over his body, she used the slipperiness to her advantage, setting him on fire. He reached out to pull her close for a kiss, but she moved back to skim over his shoulders, massage his neck then up and down his arms. She splayed her long fingers on his chest and across his abs and ribcage.

Even in the military, he’d never been so thoroughly inspected. His beauty knelt and massaged his thighs and calves. She soaped along his hips then cupped his balls and palmed his hard cock. Intense bliss suffused all parts of his body, especially the one in her grasp. Glancing down, he admired the scattering of freckles over her creamy skin. He almost fell out of the tub at the sight of the smooth curve of her backside. Amanda must have noticed her effect on him because she giggled softly. Continuing to stroke and pet him while she rose, she licked water off his belly and chest.

“You are too good to be real. You can’t be human.”With tiny kisses, she sucked droplets off his chin.

 “I am.” Tempted to say more, he only chuckled. “Mostly.”

 “I could have wild monkey sex with you all night.” she whispered against his lips and continued to stroke his cock.

 Ikwe, that can be arranged, but I’d like to slow things down.” Closing his eyes, he focused on her touch.


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Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe, leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate. Or at least a woman who accepts him as an eagle shifter.

 Amanda Collins never stopped loving the Chippewa boy she knew from her childhood. Maybe a night with a Native American man will help her forget the past and let her move on with her life.

 

Sometimes, it’s necessary to take a step into the past before dancing into the future. With the help of Madame Eve, will the Spirit of the Eagle carry Dyami and Amanda?

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Saturday, August 29, 2020

#SneakPeakSunday - Taming Rachel

 Imagine you went to the same college as your brother and he held a strict bro code of not ever letting his friends near his sister. Imagine if one of them broke that code then broke your heart. Imagine seeing him ten years later at a class reunion.

Ten years had passed since their college graduation. Tired of the typical class reunion socializing, Rachel stepped into the shadows to sip her wine. To most people, being in a room containing several ex-lovers could be a bit of a downer, but enough time had passed and everyone greeted each other like old friends. The evening consisted of meeting spouses, seeing photos of children, and hearing about various occupational paths. Of course, gossip of divorces topped the conversations.

Some were using the opportunity to network for their careers. The school district she worked for had made some drastic cuts, leaving her jobless. All her belongings were in storage, and she lived out of a suitcase while job hunting. Surely there had to be districts looking for an innovative art teacher. A couple of classmates who held positions as principals offered their business cards with the promise to accept her resume.

A loud shout drew her attention. Members of the championship football team were honored guests at her class reunion. Gazing across one of the finest rooms in the Vegas Castillo Hotel, she watched her twin brother, Bill, ham it up with old friends. He wore a permanent smile as he laughed with his long-lost, but not forgotten, teammates. She suspected after being blessed with fatherhood and a job as a corporate lawyer, he didn’t see much of his college buddies. With animated gestures, they were talking about the season of fame. One fellow gently tossed the championship football with the players’ signatures to a couple of guys. What a rough and burly bunch they still were.

She loved her brother but often wondered if she’d made a mistake going to the same college as him. During their four years, she enjoyed the popularity that went along with being the star quarterback’s sister. She’d tolerated the overbearing nature of her twin who criticized her choice of men, even if she dated one of his close friends. Any man he pushed her toward never seemed to satisfy her and became one more in a string of onenight stands.

Lucky for her, he stayed out of her love life after his wedding. Most of the men she knew had married and settled into neat, scheduled lives. So much had changed over time; once lean, vigorous bodies had given in to the softness of sedimentary lifestyles revolving around their budding families.

One man managed to still have his muscular physique and remain as hot as ever; Dustin “Dusty” Stiles, the legendary linebacker who’d led the team in tackles. Back in the day, the girls on campus considered him the epitome of tall, dark, and hunky. From the stares he received as he walked past them, they still deemed him so. He wore his black tie loosened around the open collar of the white dress shirt tapering down to his narrow waist. Black pants covered the world’s perfect butt and thighs. Polished Durango boots with silver tips reflected his cowboy side.

Rachel had managed to dodge him all night. She’d evaded everything regarding him for years. After college, she left Michigan and her family to move to a small town in New York. She didn’t see much of her brother and always avoided discussing news of his friends, especially after what happened with Dusty after Bill’s wedding.

However, any thoughts of him usually accompanied a self-induced orgasm. No other man she’d dated could compare to him. He pushed her to sexual heights not reached since. She loved what he did to her and hated how he used her. Memories of how she gave in to him time and time again still generated pain in her heart. She missed his friendship, his dominant qualities, and his magical touch. He haunted her.

Time had passed. According to the talk of the night, he’d moved to Wyoming for work as an engineer on the wind turbines but ended up making a fortune when oil was discovered on the property he bought. They were different people now, but what if they still had that volatile magnetism between them? 

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Blurb

Rachel Willis signed up for a 1Night Stand with hopes of finding something that is missing in her life. Is it a coincidence her date is scheduled during a class reunion? And why did the one person she’s avoided for years have to show up?

Dusty Stiles never recovered from the one that got away. Madame Eve is his last hope to get her back.

Will one night be enough to erase the pain of the past and rekindle the passion they once shared?



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