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Homespun Projects, and a Question…
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014
Crocheted Scarf with refurbished pin

Something I made forever ago, including the refurbished pin.

My daughter decided she wanted to make scarves for her girls. Something handmade. Problem was, she didn’t know how to crochet or knit. I used to crochet way back in the dark ages, but I’ll be the first to admit I was never really any good at it. Didn’t matter. She wanted to learn, we had a space of time where we were alone (pre-holiday sale at her frame shop=tons of dead time), so we bought needles, yarn and settled in.

So after about 4 false starts (she made a crescent rather than a neat straight-across row; I had a section that was knotty or skinny at the end of each row), two customers took pity on us and gave us impromptu lessons. Yeah, we depend on the kindness of strangers—love ‘em!

Now we are busily making our first scarves, and she’s much more inspired than I am, but it’s a chance for us to do something together, and now her two girls want to learn. Oy!

I feel very domesticated today. Like I’ve passed on homespun knowledge, inspiring another generation to make handmade things. The girls thought they only wanted to be beaders when they grew up, now they want to “make stuff.” I’ll be sure to post pics of our first efforts on Facebook and Pinterest.

So what about you?

What homespun craft/knowledge do you plan to pass on to the next generation?
Or is there a craft you’re dying to learn but haven’t had the time to begin?

 

Jan Scarbrough: Intimacy makes the love scene work—it’s a “romance” novel, after all
Monday, November 24th, 2014

Long before romance novelists wrote explicit sex in their novels, women were reading romance. After all, it was the romance stupid. Women wanted to read about the developing relationship and falling in love.

Tiffany Tyer describes four powerful romance novel love scenes in Beyond the Bedroom Door: Most Romantic Love Scenes. She puts it very well when she says, “Romantic love scenes aren’t really about flowery words, soft lighting, or a specific setting. They don’t have to be slow or lengthy. It’s about the connection between the hero and heroine, a relationship that has been carefully crafted to bring the romance to a certain point, where the love scenes become truly memorable.”

In thinking about this blog post, I searched the Internet and found a lengthy, but interesting article in Psychology Today (online). The article, Intimacy: The Art of Relationships by Lori H. Gordon, was published December 31, 1969 – last reviewed on August 30, 2004. The author talks about how our modern culture does not provide our biological need for intimacy.

Ms. Gordon explains, “… our cultural talent for commercialization has separated out sex from intimacy. In fact, intimacy involves both emotional and physical closeness and openness. But we wind up confusing the two and end up feeling betrayed or used when, as often happens, we fail to satisfy our need for closeness in sex.”

That’s why a love scene in a “sweet” romance where the bedroom door closes on the couple can be as emotionally satisfying as the most popular erotic novel. It’s the presence of emotional intimacy that we enjoy reading.

To me, the new standard for a love scene comes from Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander, a Starz original series. The wedding night between Jamie and Claire was a mixture of sensuality and humor, a sweet and sexy unfolding of their relationship together. If you haven’t seen the Starz version of the book, it’s worth finding a way to view it.

Love scenes work in romance novels when they combine the two types of intimacy—the emotional and the physical. The physical can be explicit or implied, but without emotional intimacy, the love scene will fall flat and fail to satisfy.

Bio

jsJan ScarbroughJan Scarbrough is the author of the popular Bluegrass Reunion series, writing heartwarming contemporary romances about family and second chances, and if the plot allows—horses. Living in the horse country of Kentucky makes it easy for Jan to add small town, Southern charm to her books, and the excitement of a horse race or a competitive horse show. A member of Novelist, Inc., Jan has published with Kensington, Five Star, ImaJinn Books, Resplendence Publishing and Turquoise Morning Press.

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No one crosses Parker Stuart, caretaker to his family’s thoroughbred racing empire. Parker retaliates against anyone who dares slight him or his blue-blooded British family, especially Regina Ward and her poker-playing father. The previous spring, Reggie had had the nerve to walk out on him after a torrid, three-week affair. Now, when Parker arrives in Kentucky to collect his family’s winnings, he’s determined to settle the score with the lovely Ms. Ward.

Regina Ward doesn’t consider herself a damsel in distress. After all, this is America, and she’s accustomed to depending upon herself. However, when her father loses four of the yearlings from their central Kentucky horse farm in a poker game, Reggie knows it’s up to her to save what’s left of her family’s homestead and her proud Kentucky heritage. Can she do it when Parker Stuart, the most arrogant and infuriating Brit she’s ever met, shows up in the Bluegrass?

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Augustina Van Hoven: Ghosts
Sunday, November 23rd, 2014

Have you ever walked into a room and known you were not alone?  Have you ever thought you were by yourself only to catch a movement in the corner of your eye?

Throughout history there have been sightings of the spirits people and animals that have long ago passed away.  Every language spoken on earth has a word for ghost and every culture has ghost stories.  It is part of the human psyche to both fear and be fascinated by thoughts of the afterlife and those who have gone there before us.  There have been opinion polls taken that show approximately one third of the population believe in the existence of ghosts.

People have reported seeing spirits in graveyards, old buildings or any number of outdoor locations.  Sightings have been reported ranging from the mere sense of a presence to seeing apparitions of people or animals, sitting, standing or walking about.  There are often reports of a mist surrounding these figures and a notable drop in temperature when they are present.

There are many people who actually hunt for ghosts.  They call themselves paranormal investigators.  These ghost hunters often use electronic equipment to help them find and record spirits.   The equipment can range from audio or video recorders to digital thermometers, night vision scopes and EMF meters.  The SyFy channel has had a television show for many years called ‘Ghost Hunters’ that follows a team of paranormal investigators to various sights in hopes of finding ghosts.

My debut novel, THE KISS OF A ROSE, is at its heart a ghost story.  The chorus of the song, “Kissed by a Rose” sung by Seal was my inspiration to write it.  I heard the lyrics of the chorus one day and had a flash of a grave stone partially buried in snow and a blood red rose lying at its base.  The rest of the story developed from that point.

Belief in ghosts is a very personal and emotional matter.  How among us hasn’t lost a loved one for whom we would give almost anything to see and speak to just one more time.

I believe there are spirits who walk the earth among the living.  I have had the experience of being alone in a room and feeling a hand brush my arm.  So I ask you, have you ever seen a ghost?

Augustina Van Hoven
Proving Love is Strange
THE KISS OF A ROSE – Now available
www.augustinavanhoven.com

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A DISTANT PAST

In 1882, Rose Van Buren loved the wrong man and paid for it with her life. Now, more than a century later, the angel Gabriel has granted her another shot at living. In exchange, she must convince a smart, handsome, up-and-coming lawyer to set aside his lofty ambitions.

A FUTURE PRESENT

Stephen Winship is headed straight for the governor’s chair. He has a brilliant career, solid allies, and a seemingly perfect girlfriend. But night after night he finds himself dreaming of a heavenly beauty, a luminous but long-dead girl. Like some altered Ghost of Christmas Past, she shows him her own tragic tale in order to “save him.” And he’s beginning to see Rose is risking her heart as much as baring her soul. Yet falling for her will cost him everything—and open him up to a happiness he never imagined.

 

Nancy Corrigan: Making the paranormal world believable?
Thursday, November 20th, 2014

People are drawn to the unknown. It’s a truth about human nature that has allowed us to evolve and grow. From a young age, we want to understand why the world is the way it is and how things work. I remember my children at that inquisitive age were every other word out of their mouths was ‘why.’ Adults harbor the same need to understand the unexplainable, but we’ve also learned to fear the unknown. It’s why horror movies and scary tales of aliens and other worlds are so popular.

As a writer, I love taking an aspect of the paranormal world and offering a plausible scientific explanation. It adds to the mystery of the genre, and in my opinion, makes it more exciting. You’re left wondering—could vampires, demons, and ancient gods be real? Our ancestors thought so. Every ancient culture has myths and folklore that detail a variety of paranormal creatures and how they fit into their world. It begs the question of why there are all these stories from different parts of the world about the same mystical beings.

I don’t have an answer to that, although the whimsical part of me wants to believe they knew something we don’t. What I do have is some insight on how I wove in a few possible explanations for the creatures in my newest release—Mist Unveiled, book 1 of the Elemental Desire series.

In the world of the Elemental Desire series, Ragnarok is coming. (In case you don’t know, Ragnarok is the final battle between the Norse gods. It marks the death and rebirth of the world. According to the Norse myth, Ragnarok is cyclic, much like the seasons.) In Mist Unveiled, global warming has triggered the early slide into the end of the world. Melting icebergs have released a dangerous enemy and the players of the final battle have awoken too late to prevent it. They’re left scrambling to understand a world that no longer believes in the old gods or their warnings.

Humans have ignored the cautionary tales of old world and turned to science to help them solve their problems. They no longer look to myths to explain the unknowns, and it’s their need to understand ‘why’ that just might ensure this Ragnarok is the final one.

Do you know of any other Norse myths? What are your favorites?

Mist Unveiled

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Elemental Desire, Book 1

Cat has one love in her life—science. Facts rule her, not passion. At least it doesn’t until an unknown deadly virus claims her sister’s life. Cat’s quest for answers takes her to Greenland and drops her into the arms of the one man who sways her devotion from logic to passion. Rune stirs her lusts, ignites her desires and fuels her carnal cravings, but he isn’t simply a lover, nor is he human. He’s a weapon, one that has the potential to save or destroy her.

Rune, a child of the mist, awakens into a world hovering on the verge of destruction. Rising temperatures have released his enemies from their frozen prison without his knowledge. He searches for them but finds Cat, a human with the power to save him and the world. He hungers for her—blood, body and soul. Every moment of shared passion convinces him of the truth—she’s his greatest treasure, one he’ll die to keep.

Excerpt

Unable to resist the scent of heaven that had lured him to her in the first place, he buried his face into the fall of her raven hair. She smelled of something fruity and exotic. He couldn’t place the scent, but it compounded his craving. He wanted to devour her.

Deep breaths filled his lungs with her signature fragrance. Dizziness gripped him. He tightened his hold on her to stop himself from swaying and unleashed his will to influence her. With the few drops of his blood in her body, he wasn’t sure it’d actually work, but he had to try something.

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She hiccupped. The fingers scratching at his back stilled. He waited a moment for her to succumb completely to his order. Her tense body and rapid heartbeat didn’t lessen as they should have. More expletives whipped through him at the implications of her resistance. He took another breath to calm his racing pulse.

“You’re going to bring the authorities here. They’ll harass me, maybe toss me in jail, all for kissing you. You don’t want that.”

“Don’t I?”

Shit. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and reined in his power. It was pointless to expend the energy if she was resistant to it. “No, you don’t. You can’t blame me for losing control when faced with temptation. You’re beautiful, Cat.”

She turned her head. He eased back and met her probing eyes. “How do you know my name?”

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Author Bio

A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with woman strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.

She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

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Nicole Morgan: Remind Me
Wednesday, November 19th, 2014

Just a quick note! This is what the ranking for SEALs of Winter looks like this morning! 

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Kobo and Barnes & Noble are just as crazy! Thanks to everyone who bought the book! And keep those reviews coming.

Now, enjoy an excerpt from Nicole Morgan’s Remind Me. ~DD

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After 12 years of marriage, Priscilla Blackwood has decided to leave her husband. Retreating to their mountain cabin, she hopes the time away will help heal the heartache she feels from leaving the only man she’s ever loved.  When Max Blackwood returns home to find out that his wife has left him he is devastated. Refusing to give up on her or the life they’ve built together, he sets out to find her before it is too late. When a winter storm hits, his plan to rescue their marriage careens off course.  Will being stranded together in a blizzard be enough to repair their broken relationship? Or will Max be forced to say goodbye to the woman who stole his heart so many years ago.

Excerpt

His chest contracted and expanded in painful successions. Everything he’d become had been inspired by her. She’d walked by his side, fought for their life together, and become more than a wife…she’d become his reason for being. To not have her, to live without her, it was too unbearable for him to consider.

He couldn’t help himself from reaching down and wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. To his surprise, he didn’t feel clothing or pajamas. He couldn’t remember much of what happened after he got here. Feeling her naked skin made the rest of it inconsequential.

She felt unbelievably good under his touch. His fingertips gently rubbed at her back, trailing along the curves of her shoulders and sides. As he allowed his hands to wander further down, he felt the round globes of her ass and palmed them in his hands.

His cock instantly responded to her soft body and began to thicken and harden underneath her. He breathed in deeply and took in the scent of her hair. The familiar smell of that minty shampoo she always used made the moment that much more real.

“Cilla,” he whispered while gently brushing the hair from her face.

She stirred in his arms and looked up at him through sleepy eyes. “Max. Are you okay?”

“I am now.”

“Your head. It looks worse this morning.” She reached up to touch it, but her actions were halted.

He raised his arms and placed them underneath hers, pulling her up to him. He didn’t wait for an invitation or a sign of acceptance. He just took what he wanted, what was already his, and what he had no intentions of letting go.

He crushed his lips against hers and swiped his tongue inside her mouth. The delicious flavor of her kiss had never tasted so sweet. Her soft body melted against his as she met every part of his kiss. Her tongue stroked against his as they fed off of one another.

Her acceptance was one of the many things he loved about his Cilla. Such a sweet and loving wife, but in bed she could set his soul on fire. She never held back or pretended to hide her true self. She embraced her sexuality and how good they were together.

He lifted his hips and ground his cock against her body. Dropping his hands, he slid one between their bodies and searched for the warmth between her thighs. It didn’t take him long before he found exactly what he had been pursuing. Her closely shaven hair felt like freshly spun silk underneath his calloused fingers.

He let out a groan filled with a combination of frustration and delight. He loved Cilla anyway he could get her, but he’d always preferred a smooth shaven pussy. It was a predilection of his that she never seemed to forget. Proving, as always, that she loved to please him.

He slid his fingers past the slick folds of her pussy and dipped his middle finger inside. A whimper tore from her, which he quickly swallowed. He loved feasting on the lascivious noises that came from her. They were like fuel to his fire, encouraging him to take more.

Hot juices coated his finger as he continued to play with her, ensuring her readiness for him. He pulled his finger out and worked her wetness up and down along her slit. With his thumb he pressed against her clit and strummed it. He alternated his pressure, touching soft and then hard, moving faster and then slower. He continued the taunt until her body started to squirm against him. His cock twitched in anticipation when he felt her start to move. He knew his Cilla and knew she was past the point of no return.

Pulling his hand out from between them, he lifted her up, effectively breaking their kiss. They stared at one another breathlessly as he pushed her back until she hovered over his cock. She straddled him as he positioned himself at her entrance. With his cock fisted in his hand he looked into her eyes like he had so many times before. They were blue and absolutely breathtaking. There wasn’t a spec to her irises that he didn’t know. He studied every microscopic millimeter of those eyes and knew them as surely as he knew her body. He sensed her hesitation despite her readiness. He knew they needed to talk about her letter, about why she did it and about so many things. This wasn’t the time, though. He needed this, and from the gaze he saw in her eyes, he knew she did, too. She didn’t say a word as he pushed himself forward. Her head dropped back and her body arched into his thrust.

Sweet Jesus.

Max grabbed onto her hips and squeezed her soft skin. She held him so snug in her wet heat. Each and every time felt like the very first. He couldn’t count the moments he’d told her their bodies were made for one another. It was a fact that had been proven to him over and over again. Her pussy held him like a velvet laced vice. There was nothing as exquisite as having his cock held by his Cilla.

 

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Author Bio:

Nicole Morgan is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she’s written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel (which turned into a four book series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

She also has a recurring monthly column in Book & Trailer Showcase’s eMagazine, is a proud member of the Romance Books 4 Us Gold Authors, as well as being a Sweet and Sexy Diva. In addition, Nicole is one third of the scintillating trio, Mile High Muses and is the twitter coordinator for Marketing for Romance Writers.

Find out more about Nicole and her books by visiting her websiteblogGoogle + PageTwitterFacebook and her Yahoo Group, Nicole’s Think Tank.

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Cora Blu: Ridge Book III Brothers of Element Series (Contest)
Monday, November 17th, 2014

Thank you Delilah for hosting me today.

My name is Cora Blu and I write interracial/ multicultural contemporary and underwater romance.

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In this series, the heroine’s nationality depends on the surroundings. So we get to see women from around the world become ocean queens.

Ridge is the third novel and fifth book in the Brothers of Element Series and I believe he’s my sexiest male yet. Always known as the bad brother, it’s his turn to have a mate.

Brothers of Element is the story of six tiger shark shifter’s that rule the ocean and through a curse have the responsibility of protecting the corals existence. A particular coral, Clear Coral, holds their ability to shift.

Each male, resides over a different body of water.

They have a dream where they see their mate. It’s up to them to find her before the coral begins to die. Their combined DNA is what feeds her because the females have a connection to the ocean.

Crisis: Ridge is king over the arctic protecting the shifters that call it home. Polar bears are under his protection. His human life mate tags and studies the polar bear for a living. And she’s the local bush pilot land.

Svetlana, will know him from her dreams, but she has no way of knowing he’s real until he claims her.

Here’s an excerpt of the moment before he would bring her into his underwater world:

He hadn’t bothered to shift and heal his wounds, not wanting Svetlana to leave work before he arrived. It was close to the shore, and he could get her into the ocean unseen. Crossing the street to the short expanse of open field, he stayed to the shadows, walking along the back of the brick building crunching through the surface of the undisturbed snow. He ducked avoiding the security camera under the eaves. Slipping in through the delivery door he waited in the shadows of the smaller office, while some old rocker blared out something about sucking on a chili dog… and dribbling off, whatever Bobby Brooks where so he could do what he pleased.

His moistening mouth went slack, as he gaped at the voluptuous site. Svetlana shoved the chair back and wiggled her hips swaying her arms over her head as she moved around the office. A seductive grin tugged at the corner of his lips. He’d have to find this music so she could dance for him in their bedchamber at night. Hungry for more, he let his gaze sweep around following the sensual gyrating she did when she…hell…bent over her chair to type on her keyboard. Ridge’s chest burned with the picture before him. No gap between her thighs—perfect.

When the song changed, he logged to memory the name John Cougar Mellencamp. The song changed again and someone named Rod Steward began singing about young hearts and then another asking if you want his body and think he’s sexy.

He thought Svetlana was sexy incarnate—to tease him in public and exhaust him in private. Adjusting the erection tearing at his zipper, he rested on his heels. Ridge sucked in a long draw of the cool air, calming the animal beginning to stir within him. Hell, his animal was fighting mad, wanting to get out and see what had awakened the shark.

His female was tall with curves, lots of them…well-rounded female curves.

Ridge popped into her mind to witness the fantasy of her thoughts.

Shocked.

Svetlana danced with him in her private thoughts…him.

 

To find out more about the underwater goodness of the Brothers of Element Series, check out book I, Dagger. They’re not your average shifter.

I will send a paperback copy of Ridge, to one person leaving a comment below.

Thank you, Cora Blu
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Ann Jacobs: Recycling Stories for a New Audience—and Reinventing Oneself
Sunday, November 16th, 2014

What’s an author to do when he or she gets back the rights to a number of previously published books? There are several choices, one of which involves diving headfirst into the world of self-publishing. Another is to seek out another publisher, but that’s not necessarily a slam-dunk if you haven’t developed a relationship with that publisher by having a record of publishing original material there. A third option is to utilize a self-publishing service such as the one that several agents offer alongside the material they actually represent to publishing houses.

When I got rights reverted on thirty-four of my oldest Ellora’s Cave titles a few weeks ago, my first impulse was to self publish them myself. So far I’ve managed to put out three novels, which leaves me with twenty-nine to go. It’s not as simple as it sounds at first!

The simplest thing was to give the books new titles, and engage my favorite cover artist to give each book a fantastic, new cover that reflects it and gives it the “look” I envisioned. Here are the results.

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Next, I had to do revisions—A Very Special Favor needed to be toned down a little from its original bestselling version, and to have characters incorporated that will become additional stories in a new, original western contemporary series tied into “Rand”, a novella I wrote for the bundled set, Men of Calder County. This took a few days—and required finding a great formatter, because formatting anything longer than a short story was beyond my supply of patience.

I decided to put out the twice-reverted Bliss House as the updated, sensual but not erotic iteration that didn’t involve a lot of revision, complete with its gorgeous, new cover art by Syneca and formatting by Wizards in Publishing. That went a little smoother, so I decided to put together an EC series as one book, Roped, Hitched & Lassoed, since the novellas were closely tied together. Making them into one novel took a little doing.

Because I’m moving away from the erotic romance toward highly sensual, contemporary romance featuring one man and one woman, I plan to do two boxed sets of an EC series, led off by a new novella that will be perma-free and introduce the characters in the boxed sets. This will be my last major revision and self-publishing venture of the older books, and they may include another original or two, to come out early next year.

The rest? I’m going to give them to one of the self-publishing services so I can go on with my current work. That will include my historicals, fantasies, vampires and other miscellaneous books that outlived their usefulness at Ellora’s Cave. I considered coming up with a new pseudonym for my nonerotic stuff, but decided that it’s all I can do to maintain one name—so I’ll be Ann Jacobs erotic, and Ann Jacobs light, for my fiction, and Ann Jacobs craft for the nonfiction book I’m getting ready to publish on self-editing. :)

This is new, exciting and a little mind-boggling. The vision can be modest, or it can be lengthy, in the case of erotic romances specifically written as erotic. Language that was frankly sexual may need cleaning up, particularly when the presentation will be “EC light”. Some books that were three or more novellas may be compressed into a single longer novel, which I’ve done with one of my EC series so far, in order to reinvent them as a longer, still erotic novel that involves the same BDSM theme that carried through the series originally.

About Ann:

Cats, orchids and kids, not necessarily in that order–these are things I like other than writing about lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings.

I started writing back in the early ’90s after I’d retired from my first career as a CPA/hospital financial manager. For a while my life revolved around my family, but by the time the  kids had all started school, I found time to fantasize and to start putting the conversations my characters kept whispering in my ear down in writing. (It helped, obviously, to have discovered by that time that the personal computer did wonders toward mitigating my incompetent, error-riddled typing skills.) By the millennium I had sold five books and an erotic novella before I hit a snag.

You see, my muse screamed at me to write hotter, forget the euphemisms and pry open the bedroom doors. My characters wanted to get uninhibited <gulp> outside where they might be spied upon. Come to think of it, I didn’t even slam the bedroom doors closed in any of the five Berkley and Kensington releases although I did tone down the realism as far as language went, and I refrained from letting my hero and heroine have sex in semi-public places. I wanted to write Romantica (TM), though I didn’t even know what it was at the time. New York wasn’t ready for the ways my characters wanted to misbehave.

Then, in 2002, along came Ellora’s Cave. I was in heaven! Twelve years and eighty-seven books later, I’m writing what I love: erotic romance, a perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve.

Learn more about Ann and her books at her website: http://annjacobs.mobi/