Friday, September 26, 2014

Getting Your Sexy On ~ @MySexySaturday

The theme this week is all about getting your sexy on…no matter what your age. What is sexy to one person won’t necessarily be sexy to another. Yet, getting one’s sexy on is a driving theme no matter what the age of the character, no matter what situation they are in, be it life or death.

Everyone has that special significant other who makes them feel special, who makes them get their sexy on. Maybe in the beginning, they don’t even know just what’s going on. But they know something is because they feel different around the person. Their senses are heightened, they just know when that person enters a room because they can feel the electricity between them. They feel sexy every time that special someone is close.

So here's a sexy excerpt from my time travel/divine intervention romance "Love Remains"

He hung the wet dishcloth over the stove handle and headed upstairs. The light under the door of master suite drew his attention.
“Olivia.” He knocked on the door. “I need to get my toothbrush out of the bathroom.”
The door flung open and she held a flannel plaid cloth in his face. “What is this?”
“Your pajama bottoms.”
“This can’t be mine. It’s huge and ugly.”
“You love sleeping in it.” He smiled, balling his hands into fists to stop from wrapping her in his arms. She appeared in need of reassuring and at the same time stared at him with that same blank expression. He’d never seen her grey eyes this cold. The overhead light shone on her long, raven hair as she threw the pants on the bed behind her, where he’d planned to make wild love to her. It had been a while.
“Where’s my black, silk nightie with thin straps?”
“Oh, that little number?” He couldn’t stop from grinning. “Well, let’s just say, the last time you put it on, nine months later, we had Rosie.”
She shot him a sharp look. “Don’t try to slip your kid as mine. Not going to work.”
He shrugged one shoulder. She was starting again. “I’m not trying anything. And it’s kids. More than one.”
Her eyes narrowed and her look turned dubious. “How many kids do you have?”
“We,” he said, pointing a finger from her to himself, but his annoyance with her
mellowed. She gave him his kids after all. “You and I have two kids. A boy and a girl.”
With her finger straight up, she stepped closer to him. “You and I have nothing together. Understand?”
“Honey, don’t start aga—”
“I’m not your honey,” she shouted, and her face turned red.
Tom nodded at the door to his left. “Keep your voice down. Rosie’s nursery is right there.”
A baby’s cry pierced the air. He exhaled in exasperation. “Great. It took me hours to put her down.”
Olivia slouched, wrapped her arms around her chest and cried out as if she was in
pain. She pulled her hands away and stared at them in bewilderment while wet spots formed on her shirt.
“I’ll get a bottle.” He turned toward the stairs, hoping she had not noticed his bulging pants. The mere thought of her breasts swelling up and bursting with milk tightened his crotch to painful levels.
“I’m lactating?”
“You barely stopped nursing two weeks ago. With Milo, you got engorged when you weaned.” He grabbed her shoulders, pushed her toward the suite bathroom. “If Rosie smells breast milk, she’ll scream like a banshee. Go shower.”
He yanked on his pants to loosen the pressure on his groin. The running water in the
shower stirred his imagination again. He pushed on the bathroom door. To his delight,
Olivia had not locked it. She never did. He peeked inside. Her gorgeous figure showed
through the frosted glass of the cubicle door. Shower foam hugged her curves. Another
wave of desire slammed into his pelvis. Damn, he should be kissing every inch of her.

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Thursday, September 25, 2014

Author in the Spotlight: J.S. Wilsoncroft


J.S. Wilsoncroft lives in a small town in Central Pennsylvania with her hubby, two children and two yappy dogs.  She grooms dogs during the day and writes romance stories at night.  Often times, she gets her story ideas while shaving dog's butts. So it's safe to say, she won't be quitting her day job anytime soon. :)  J.S. currently has four romance books available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashword, Kobo and many other sites. Her books are Fat Chances, Remembering Zane, The Unfaithful Widow and My Haunting Love. She has a new one coming out soon called Roller Coaster Love. Book one of a three books series called Roller Coast Love Series. 

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Twitter @jswilsoncroft
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You can find the links to her books on her author page on Amazon


Please tell us about your writing. Can you explain the title without giving too much away?
What was your journey as a writer?
I am inspired by authors like Arturo Perez Reverte, Jack Vance, Dan Simmons, Beatrice Small, J.R.R Tolkien, C. S. Lewis.

What writers inspire you? Hmmm...Since I write mostly romance novels, I would have to say Danielle Steel, Nicholas Spark and Stephenie Meyer. I also read of  lot of Stephen King and VC Andrew books during my teenage years.

What are your future writing goals? My goal is to put out the best book I can write. I want to grow and learn from each book. And having a publisher and editor teaching me, helping me along the way makes a huge difference.

Whom do you see as your ideal reader? Anyone that reads my book and tells me that they love it is my ideal reader. There is nothing more rewarding then hearing some random person tell me that they love my books. It just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :)

When you have time, what would we find you reading? I try to read other Indie author books. We 'Indies' try to support each other as much as we can. Although, by the repeated request from my thirteen year old daughter I had just finished reading The Fault in Our Stars. I am now reading Becca Boucher's Hunting the Moon.

What do you learn from your writing?

Who has been your biggest supporter? That is easy...My family and friends, but if I were to choose one person it would be my father. He is asking me all the time, "How are your books doing? When is your new one coming out?" God Love him!!!

How are you promoting your work?

What advice can you give to aspiring writers? I just had a fifteen year old ask me for advice and my answer to him was "Keep writing and reading. If you find yourself at a writer's roadblock, take a break and read." Read anything. And most importantly...NEVER GIVE UP!!

Thank you for being my guest today. I wish you the best of luck with your writing. 

Monday, September 22, 2014

Raise a Paw of Love to help animals

What can we do as writers and poets to help animals in need? We can write, sell the book and donate the money – after publishing fees – to animal shelters, sanctuaries and animal hospices to help their dedicated work. The Read for Animals project started when I was organizing and rewriting the short stories I have written the past few years. The idea came to me that with a few of my friends we could put together an anthology to help animals, and I asked my animal lover friends if they’d like to participate. They responded, and the stories and poems started flooding in. We published the first book of the Read for Animals series, and the first $100 donation was made to Columbia Greene animal shelter of NY, thanks to animal lovers who purchased the book. This book is the second in the Read for Animals series. Some stories will make you laugh out loud; others will warm your heart and make you cry. Some stories are true, and the fantasy stories will make you think… what if? Each author and poet brings their unique writing style, to make the book enjoyable. Thank you for helping our furry, scaly and feathered friends in need, by purchasing this books.
-Erika M Szabo

Read for Animals #1

The contributing authors, poets and artists:

Erika M Szabo, Lorinda J. Taylor, Cindy J. Smith, Jeanne E. Rogers, Zrinka Jelic, Patrick O’Scheen, Kristine Raymond, Shebat Legion, Sandra Novelly, Shannon Sonneveldt, Julie Davis Dundas, Linda Whitehead Humbert, Debbie D. (Doglady), Klarissa Kocsis

Read for Animals #2

The contributing authors and poets:

Erika M Szabo, Evelyn Steward, Jennifer Priester, Lorinda J. Taylor, Olyn Warfield, Paula Shene, Jeanne E. Rogers, Aya Walksfar, Pamela Griffiths, Linda Whitehead Humbert, Alice Marks, John A. Miller, Brian T Shirley, Tracey Dixon, Sandra Novelly, Susan M Plake, Barbara Corry, Michael Spisak, Susan Austin.

Hello, my name is Oreo
I'm the mascot of the Read for Animals project and I need your help.
I'd like to visit as many blogs, websites, Facebook and other social site pages as I can to talk about the Read for Animals project
and raise some paws to help my friends in shelters.

Friday, September 19, 2014

My Sexy Saturday

This week's theme is couples who seem to have it all. The ones that jet-set around the world, drive the nicest cars, live in the coolest houses...or not. 
The point is that it doesn't matter what you have or don’t have. Romance happens everywhere, to everyone.
The characters who who love each other so much that it doesn't matter where they are, who they are, what they have or don’t have. These characters are going to stick with each other through thick and thin. These are the ones who just want to be with each other, love each other and always be together, no matter how long or short the time.

So here's more to drool, sigh and love about my debut novel Bonded By Crimson as I share special love stories with you. Happily-ever-afters start with some fantastic moments like this. 

"They reached the park’s cement wall. There was not a soul about. The entrance stood a few steps to their left, illuminated by two dim lights. With a hard pull of his hand,
he swung her around to face him.

He caressed her hair. She trembled, fearing he would kiss her, terrified he wouldn't.
She stared into his eyes. Deep pools of blue, they held hers captive, weaving a spell of desire. This ancient park, this immortal man, the atmosphere, all combined to surround her heart with magic.

“To hell with the pretenses,” he growled, cupped her face in his hands, and crushed his lips to hers."

And there you have it, this sizzling love had humble beginnings. 

Hope you'll continue hopping and check out all sexy excerpts on the blogs. 

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Monday Morning Trivia

I'm starting a new Monday's feature on my blog that I'd like to call "Monday Morning Trivia". It's something little about a book, like did you know that...?

I would like to invite all, authors and readers, who'd like to have their book featured here to contact me via my blog or Facebook channels. If you have a book or if you read a book that has interesting tidbit, be it a place in the story, a legend (local legends are usually unknown to the rest of the world), a song the story is based on, or a name of a character or even a character itself, please share with me and the rest of us.

I'd like to start off with my pirate's romance titled "Treasured Chest", published by Black Opal Books in 2012. available at Black Opal Books Amazon Barnes & Noble AllRomance eBooks Smashwords and Kobobooks

The book takes place on the Adriatic Sea and I'm sure you all know that's a real place. But what you may not know, the steaming love scene in the book takes place inside the Blue Cave. After a few readers commented "if only the Blue Cave was real" I had decided to show you that in fact it is real. There are many Blue Caves or Azure Caves or Emerald Caves through out the world and the one in my book is a natural phenomena that occurs only at the certain time of day and during certain time of the year. 

As per Wiki:
"The Blue Grotto or Blue Cave (CroatianModra špilja), is a water-logged sea cave located in a small bay called Balun (Ball in the local dialect), on the east side of the island of Biševo and about 4.5 nautical miles (8.3 km) from Komiža, in the Croatian Adriatic. It is situated in the central Dalmatian archipelago, 5 km south-west of the island of Vis. The grotto is one of the best known natural beauty spots on the Adriatic and a popular show cave because of the glowing blue light that appears at certain times of day"

And of course the picture speaks thousand words so here's the most astonishing Blue Cave captured on the camera. It is at this place they discovered the treasure chest hidden for decades that many were after. Here's a excerpt. 

"They exchanged the puzzled glances then gaped at the detailed top of another chest placed inside the plain wooden box. Gold leaves decorated the corners of deep, red leather.
“Looks like it hasn’t seen daylight in decades. Do you think this is the crest of the Marquis?” She pointed to encircled winged lion bearing the letters DG.
He slowly pulled the leather box out of its protective covering. “We’ll find out soon.”"

In a way the readers' comments made me feel great, it shows I captured the beauty of this place on the page. And as you can see it, it is real. 

Should you take a trip to this part of the world, check out the trip advisory on the link to the page where people who visited left their impressions. 

And I'd love to leave you with a video from this place. Don't forget to leave a comment and do come again when I post more locations from the book. And don't forget to contact me if you want me to host your book with something you'd like to forecast. 

Monday, September 1, 2014

Her Men by Ashley Ladd

Title: Her Men
Series Name: N/A
Publisher: Totally Bound
Genre: Contemporary Erotic male-female-male romance
Book Length: 22,000 words

Forty-four year old Julie Weston has loved Timmy and James since her college days twenty something years ago. She's fantasized about both all these long years, never able to choose between them.

Hoping Tim and James will attend, she attends their college marching band reunion. When both men show up her dreams are answered. They're sexier than she imagined and she hopes they won't be disappointed by her older self.

It turns out both men came just to see her again and neither is happy about the other’s presence. They fight over her, confusing her more than ever. It takes a hot ménage…or two…for her heart to decide which one she’s in love with.

A silhouette fell across her, waking her up from her nap and a husky voice washing over her. “You’re going to be sorry falling asleep out here. This sun is brutal.”
Groggy, she shaded her eyes and looked up at the shadowy figure in awe. “Timmy, is that you? You’re early.”
He leaned down, his body still sinewy and strong, and held out his hand to her. Nary a wrinkle marred his matured face. Only a few laugh lines fanned out from his eyes which added to his attractiveness. “You too. Is that a sign?”
She couldn’t help but chuckle. Since when did Tim believe in signs? “A sign?”
“That you want to see me, be with me in private, as I want to see you and be with you in private.”
She swallowed hard and put her hand in his, her heart somersaulting when they touched for the first time in more than twenty years. A maelstrom of emotion washed over her and she didn’t want to mess up what was probably her last chance to be with him, so she wasn’t about to play coy.
Slowly, seductively, she licked her lips. “You read my mind.”
As he helped her up, his gaze smoldered into hers. He dragged her alongside him and his hard cock swelled into her side. He nipped her ear then whispered huskily, “Your nipples are puckering through your suit. I’d call that a sign.”

Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

How you can contact Ashley:


Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

How you can contact Ashley:

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Better than Cake by Lisa Carlisle

After the worst fight of their relationship, the last place Stephanie wants to be is a wedding reception. She still can’t get over what happened. Could their five years of marriage be destroyed after a blast of heated words? Johnny suggested separating. Separating! Now with her marriage on the line, she has to put on a brave face and pretend love is grand.
Johnny doesn’t know why he’d freaked out the way he had and is left with one emotion. Regret. He doesn’t want to lose Stephanie. He must find her and make things right.
Stephanie enters the reception, fearing the end of her marriage. Johnny has something else in mind—a much more decadent proposal that will turn her friend’s wedding into an event they’ll never forget.

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Who gets ditched at a wedding? Stephanie paused and took a deep breath before walking into her friend’s reception. Something like this could only happen to her.
Ditched wasn’t a strong enough description. “Maybe we should try separating.” Johnny’s words echoed in her mind, lashing her psyche raw with repetition.
Separating! She closed her eyes. Unthinkable.
It’s okay. You can do this. Stick it out for a couple of hours and then you can deal with the mess.
How would she explain her husband’s sudden absence? He was at the ceremony, but wouldn’t be at the reception. What would be a reasonable explanation? They were spending the weekend here in Cape Cod so it would be tough to feign a work or family excuse.
Illness. Yes, something about seafood. That would be plausible at a seaside resort. Food poisoning. She had an excuse—but it didn’t make her feel any better about the situation.
Beyond the Sea wafted out from the ballroom, appropriate for this Cape Cod seaside resort. She glanced up at the imposing exterior of the multi-level hotel. Her hand trembled so she clutched her silver purse tighter. She raised her chin to steel herself and entered the hotel.

Stephanie scanned the place settings to find hers. Mr. and Mrs. John Silvio. Table nineteen. She dropped her purse to her side, but her fingers still clenched it. The last place she wanted to be after a killer argument with her husband was a wedding. She forced herself to enter the reception area, squeezing through all those decked in suits and evening gowns. Searching the table numbers for nineteen, she followed them to the back of the room. She guessed she’d be furthest from the head table, since she was neither family nor close friend, but an old college roommate of the bride. She made her way to the back of the room, braved a smile, and introduced herself to the couples already seated.
“Hi. I’m Stephanie.”
“Elaine,” a heavyset woman with puffy blond hair said. “You’re alone?”
Great. Just fantastic. Starting right with the topic she wanted to avoid. “Yes. My husband couldn’t make it tonight. Something he ate earlier,” she babbled. “Probably the shellfish.” She shrugged.
The others introduced themselves as she sat down and peppered her with questions about where they bought the seafood. A few shared their stories of food poisoning.
It was going to be a long night.
Once the attention was off her, she replayed the fight for what had to be the fortieth time since it happened. After a ripple of snide comments evolved into a tsunami of a fight, she stormed away from Johnny and ended up talking to herself like a crazy person as she pounded through the surf.
“Separating? Why does he take a small argument and blow it up into something like this? How could he do this to me at my friend’s wedding? What the fuck!”
A couple of miles later, she had calmed down. It wasn’t all his doing. She was the one who’d dragged them here when he had other plans. Her fury decreased as the sun sank lower in the sky, replaced by a cloak of sadness.
She didn’t want to split up.
Her eyes began to water. How the heck would she make it through the night without breaking down? Her marriage could be over. How long could she sport a brave face before it dropped?
“Excuse me,” she said and hurried into the ladies room. She barely made it through the door before her eyes pooled with tears.
She grabbed tissues and blotted them, fixing her smudged makeup the best she could.
“You can do this,” she told her reflection in the mirror.
As much as she dreaded being at a wedding while her own marriage hung in jeopardy, she had to put her feelings aside for the sake of Caryn. She’d only get married once.

* * * * *

Johnny caught glimpses of the ocean from the cab and couldn’t help but brood on what he had said to Stephanie down the beach this afternoon. A cold black cloak had surrounded him since, fastened with shackles of regret. The same question echoed in his head ever since.
Why had he freaked out the way he had? Said the things he had? The day had started out great. They woke up at the bed and breakfast and had the morning free before the ceremony. They’d rented bikes on the Cape Cod Rail Trail and had ridden past sand dunes and shacks, cranberry bogs and duck-filled ponds, villages and pine forests, and even a couple of lighthouses. The scenery was one thing, his beautiful wife riding alongside him something else. He could barely keep his eyes off her lithe body and on the trail.
When they’d stopped to buy sandwiches from one of the beachside shacks and had a picnic lunch on the beach, things were still good. It wasn’t until after the seaside wedding ceremony this afternoon that he’d opened his mouth and all kinds of stupid fell out. And for what? Something trivial, not something to throw away a marriage over.
Their argument had stirred weeks before. He resented her for dragging him to a wedding when he’d already had plans for his monthly camping trip with his buddies, He had stormed about it for days, but downright exploded on the beach earlier. Telling her she was too controlling, she shouldn’t speak for him and make him cancel his plans to do something she wanted. How his outdoor trips were how he decompressed from work and if she didn’t get it by now, she didn’t get him. She’d countered, saying he used the same justification for his softball games, and sometimes he had to suck it up and act like an adult. Snide comments had escalated into verbal jabs. Past grievances were drudged up as their defenses rose. Accusations flew, growing uglier, and digging up past perceived injustices, until finally, he had suggested a trial separation.
He still wasn’t sure why he’d said it. A heat of the moment incident, blurting out something to end the fight with something he didn’t even mean.
Her shocked expression had turned to one of hurt as she blinked back tears. Then she’d lashed back at him. “If you’re so shallow and selfish that you consider a weekend away from your buddies such brutality, then yeah, maybe we should.”
When she had stormed away from him across the beach, he had turned away thinking to hell with her and pounded through the sand in the opposite direction. It wasn’t until he had turned back several minutes later to see she was gone that he realized he might have made the biggest mistake of his life.

About the Author

Lisa loves stories with dark, brooding, isolated characters and tough, independent, caring heroines. Her reading tastes very widely and she’ll read almost anything—especially mysteries, romance, and non-fiction on any new topic of interest.

She is thrilled to be a multi-published author writing since she’s wanted to write since the sixth grade. Her travels and many jobs have provided her with inspiration for novels, such as serving in the Marine Corps in Okinawa, Japan, backpacking alone around Europe, or working as a waitress in Paris. Her love of books inspired her to own a small independent book store for a couple of years.

Lisa lives in New England with her husband and their children. She spends her days writing for corporate clients and her evenings writing stories and novels.

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