I’ll name the winner of Saturday’s free download tonight. So be sure to post! ~DD

Let’s Flirt!

Isn’t flirting fun? If you’re into romance, you certainly appreciate flirting.

Flirt – the word brings to mind fluttering eyelashes, sideways glances, fingertips gracing a creamy collarbone, pink tongue delicately peeking out from ruby lips, the hint of cleavage when she has to bend to retrieve her purse. Women know the art of subtle flirtatious body language.

But men can come up with some goose bump producing moves. In my novel, Sleeping with the Lights On, my heroine Sandra Holiday feels the rub of Carson’s boot against her ankle beneath the table and can’t be sure he’s purposely arousing her or keeping beat to a tune in his head.

Much flirting happens through verbal banter. We all know the words aren’t necessarily what makes a good flirt but the way they’re uttered; the double entendre, or combined with a wink or a smile.

Rachael, in Tattoos, Leather and Studs has two men flirting with her. She’s on a blind date with a man who looks like he might be a bad boy and the leader of the pack – and is sexy as you know what. On stage is the leader of the band that could pass for a GQ model. But looks can be deceiving. Tattooed date says things like, “your eyes, flecks of gold and green are amazing.” Sophisticated looking rock singer has a different approach. “Is it feeling any better, chicky?” He cast a leer at her chest. “Can I lend a hand?”

How about that first flirtatious utterance – the opening line, sometimes called the pickup line?

A friend of mine was at a country bar, scanning the crowd. A tall-blond-snake-skin-boots-tight-Levi-covered-buns-hunk drawled, “What you looking for?” When she responded, “Someone to sweep me off my feet,” he didn’t miss a beat. Swoosh!

This same friend has the best of luck with first lines. And what rings flirtatious in one country may not translate verbatim. When she met a sheik’s son at a jazz concert who told her she was prettier than all of his father’s wives, how could she refuse a date?

My favorite first line came from a guy at a public dance. He had the biggest brown eyes, thick dark lashes, and a smile that melted me. And then he said, “Hello, I love you. Would you like to dance?” Okay, a wee bit corny but it must have worked; we’ve been married now for over half our lives. After he spoke those words, the Doors had a hit single with nearly the same line. Maybe not so corny after all.

Tattoos, Leather and Studs

Rachael suspects her date, Jason, is a drug dealer, and she’s torn between her attraction for this hot bad boy and running for safety. But a famous rock star vying for her attention and spiked champagne pose far more trouble. On a blind date she’ll never forget, Rachael learns first impressions can lead her down a dangerous path and straight into the arms of love.

Tattoos, Leather and Studs ISBN: 978-1-61235-258-9

Sleeping with the Lights On

After two failed marriages and countless relationships, Sandra Holiday thinks she’s met the man to end her years of less than perfect choices; choices that not only derailed her travel-related career plans but also left her single and broke. 

Carson Holiday, a Las Vegas country crooner with swoon-inducing good looks, spent his adult life pursuing a recording contract and love, never holding on to either. After eighteen years, he drops back into Sandra’s life, reigniting an attraction he can’t deny.

When Carson reappears, Sandra must choose again.  Only this time, nothing’s as it seems.  A secret admirer, a redheaded stalker, and an eccentric millionaire throw her on a dangerous path, with Carson her only truth.

As life confronts her with yet another turning point, will her decisions find her eternally sleeping with the lights on – or will she finally discover a way to turn them off?

Sleeping with the Lights On ISBN: 1-60154-724-2               

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This is just a quick fly-by. I’m back from New Orleans. Had a terrific time! Ate way too much wonderful food. I have some pics to share, and after a conversation with my agent tomorrow, I think I’ll have some exciting news to share. *crossing fingers*

Think only good thoughts for me. Of course, if what’s in the works actually happens, I’ll be nose to the grindstone for the next few months. Not a lot of time for play. 🙁

This next weekend, I’m heading to Memphis to lead a writers’ retreat with my sister. This week’s completely hosed writing-wise. Tomorrow, I will retune my plans to include whatever comes out of tomorrow’s conversation. Then I have a couple of short things to get off my plate to make room for meatier fare…

Good thoughts, y’all. I need ’em! ~DD

Seduced was a book that wrote itself. It took only five weeks to write this one, because for me, the story was so damn exciting. Most of it was due to the very hot relationshp between Nic and Chessa. But a good part was due to the very gruesome and scary nature of the villain they pursued throughout the book. Meet The Devourer. He’s already escaped his tomb after New Orleans is flooded. Now, he finds something else he needs.

“…The electrifying follow-up to INTO THE DARKNESS is a breathless read. Devlin’s intricate vampire society is filled with compelling personalities. The chemistry between the characters is explosive, and the horrific villain will give you goosebumps…the ending will leave you begging for more.” 4 ½ Stars and TOP PICK!, RT BOOKreviews

“…This is a deliciously edgy series with mind-blowing sex scenes that sizzle…Ms. Devlin’s DARK REALM series is devastatingly erotic and pushes the boundaries in both premise and sexual explicitness. Ms. Devlin pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” Paranormal Romance

For eight hundred years Nicolas Montfaucon has dedicated his life to preventing the rebirth of an immortal evil. But now a terrible storm has assaulted unsuspecting New Orleans—and the beast walks the earth once more. “The Devourer” has been awakened, and there is only one in the besieged city who can help Nicolas defeat the foul creature—a mysterious and beautiful enigma who haunts the handsome Revenant’s erotic waking dreams and enflames his passionate obsessions.

Chessa Tomas is not an ordinary policewoman. A vampire, she works only at night, patrolling a seamy and unseen underworld of roiling chaos. Though Nicolas is sensuality incarnate, Chessa wants no part of him or his kind—but she cannot close her eyes to the unholy malevolence that would consume their world. And Nicolas has uncovered the secret lust that rules her—a steaming, uncontrollable desire he intends to unleash, bending Chessa to his will by making her most forbidden fantasies real.

Stars glittered in the clearing sky, shimmering through the water where he waited, still clinging to the skeletal remains of the brother. Wide swaths of light criss-crossed the surface above him, sending greenish darts of light into the depths. Voices, distorted by water and distance, sounded thick and muffled.

After his bones were released by The Guardian, he’d been swept away on a giddy, frightening ride, afraid he’d be carried to the sea and forever confined to its depths.

Instead, he’d been washed up against the bank of a river, snagged by the fallen branch of a tree. His fate once again aided by the mystery of the Great God.

One voice neared. A male.

The wait felt interminable, laden with lush anticipation. After an eternity waiting in the darkness, soon, he’d be free. All the unsuspecting fool had to do was enter the water and reach down to examine the bones lying just beneath the surface.

Such a human need—to honor the dead. A weakness he would exploit.

When the large hand hovered above him, gleeful lustful power swirled inside.

Contact—the hand to his naked skull, even through a glove—was all he needed to complete his journey. He slipped upward and wrapped around flesh—warm, thrumming with life—and crept up a thickly muscled arm.

His new host dropped the skull back into the water and shook his hand, his expression wrinkling.

He couldn’t see him! Didn’t know what crawled up his arm, along his shoulder, and then slid around his face to enter his moist, warm mouth as it opened around a scream. The moment must have crept as slowly as a tiger crouched on his belly, inching toward its quivering prey.

The man choked, clasping his hands to his throat, sinking to his knees. Breath stopped on an inward wheeze. Inside him, the flicker of his life doused. His heartbeat slowed to a sluggish halt. His body slumped upright.

The heart still quivering inside the deep chest of his victim, the creature commanded it to beat again, forcing the muscle to remember its purpose, squeezing rhythmically—a slow steady throb that pushed blood through his veins.

Awareness of his new body encouraged him to drag in a deep breath, testing the taste and smell of the fouled air around him. After the close confines of a stifling crypt, the rich odors were ambrosia.

He opened his new eyes and slashed his gaze around him, noting men gathering at the river’s edge, peering into debris, calling softly to each other as though walking among the gravesites of the dead.

He drew another breath, drawing strength into his being and savoring again the scents of this new place. The humid air felt thick in his lungs and redolent with the putrid smell of the swirling water, the scent of stale sweat rising from his new body—and the smell of the humans nearby.

“Hey, we got an officer down!” The shout sounded from behind him. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder. “Bernie, you okay?”

A smile stretched his new lips and “Bernie” looked up from where he knelt in the muddy grass. Thanks to the memories of his new host, he understood the words that filled his ears.

He curved his long, thick fingers like a shovel, smiling still as he drove them beneath the rib cage of the man leaning over him—straight inside his chest to wrap his fingers around his pulsing heart.

He liked this new world. As he gripped the quivering mass of muscle, he licked his lips. Nothing and no one would ever close him away again.

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I have a brand spankin’ new release that I’m so excited about! It’s a cowboy erotic romance set in the old west called SADIE AND HER COWBOY!

I got the idea for the book when I was browsing the internet and came across a website about cattle drives back in the old west. In and of itself, not a very romantic topic, I admit, but it was cool reading about all the different jobs the people did and who was responsible for what. When I saw the old sepia photos of the cowboys back then, I didn’t see a hot, hunky one among them. I decided the cowboy in my book must have been taking the photo because he’s both hot and hunky! LOL!

Obviously, I couldn’t write a whole book about a cattle drive! Where’s the romance in that? But the cattle drive did give me a good idea—a woman owns a ranch and needs a hired gun to keep a local cattle baron from stealing it out from under her.

See, Sadie had to take over the ranch when her father was killed in a stampede. Now the vultures are descending, sure she won’t have the stomach to do what’s necessary to save her ranch.

But she’s tougher than anyone thinks—tough enough to bring in Jake Wagner, a man with a gun and reputation. Not to mention gorgeous. I needed to get some conflict going—just to make it more interesting—so as you can imagine, Sadie and Jake butt heads right from the moment she hires him. Of course, that leads to some spankings (and bondage!), which in turns lead to some very hot sex!

Happy Reading!

SADIE AND HER COWBOY

When a ruthless cattle baron is determined to do anything to get his hands on Sadie Buchanan’s ranch, she hires the infamous gunslinger Jake Wagner to protect her property.

Despite the fact that they butt heads right from the start, Sadie is helplessly drawn to the ruggedly handsome cowboy, even when he warms her bottom repeatedly for her willful and sometimes reckless behavior.

But all the cards are put on the table when Sadie bets the cattle baron that she, Jake and her small band of cowpokes can get more cattle to market than anyone in their right mind would attempt.

It’s all or nothing for Sadie, her ranch and the dangerous cowboy she’s fallen for hard.

Excerpt:

Jake was at the bar when Sadie walked in, a drink in his hand and a heavily made-up saloon girl on either side of him. The man was so interested in whatever the more buxom of the two women was whispering in his ear he didn’t notice Sadie march across the room to stand in front of him. She wrinkled her nose. Good gracious, he reeked of whiskey even from this distance.

The chatter in the saloon all but ceased. Even the piano player had stopped tinkling the keys.

The saloon girl who wasn’t attached to his ear gave her a haughty look. She had curly, dark hair and a beauty mark painted on her cheek. “Can we help you?”

Sadie folded her arms and returned the woman’s superior gaze with one of her own. “As a matter of fact, yes. You can start by taking your hands off him.”

She was surprised Jake heard her over the sweet nothings the big-breasted strumpet was cooing in his ear, but he jerked his head up at the sound of her voice.

The dark-haired saloon girl lifted a brow. “And who are you to tell us what to do? His wife?”

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The Seductive Allure of Fantasy

My name is Denise and I’m addicted to Fantasy.

There. I’ve said it.

Is there is nothing more exciting than exploring new worlds that either faintly resemble our own, as in Urban Fantasy, to worlds that defy everything we know to be real, as in High Fantasy? Characters whose lives are played out in settings that require skill sets we’ve only imagined. Worlds where possibilities are only restricted by the imagination or training of the inhabitants.

Escapism at its absolute best.

As a writer, and as a reader, I revel in seeing how the “normal” person deals with the unexpected and inexplicable. The wise reader, and writer, knows fantasy is not all sunshine and roses. Things are seldom as simple as they seem, everything can possess a double edge that could slice you to the heart as easily as it will bring you your heart’s desire.

And as a reader of fantasy, I adore writing it. Writing fantasy offers me so much freedom that contemporary writing doesn’t. Fantasy enables me to choose any of the mannerisms and mores from diverse cultures to create my own elegant worlds and societal structures. In my book, The Festival of the Flowers: The Courtesan and The Scholar, I selected pieces of cultures ranging from Mediaeval to Renaissance to Regency to create a world that would fit for my characters, a siren courtesan and a nobleman disgraced for choosing to become a scholar.

Fantasy also provides a plethora of archetypical character types and challenges. Mythological creatures with powers and forms beyond our ken. Sacred traditions that would hold their own against any of the most orthodox belief systems of our world. Challenges that teeter between world-destroying and soul-shattering. What’s not to love?

And then there’s magic. Ah, the sweet seductive lure of magic. Where wishes come true, what else could a person want? However, every good fantasy reveals that within every granted wish lies a price. Often, the lesson that nothing good comes without true effort and the things that come the easiest are often the costliest. Wish for wealth and you may lose a beloved relative. Wish for success and you may lose all contact with those you knew before. Wish for peace and you discover the utter boredom of a changeless existence. Wish for anything and you may find that the joy of attainment is far less than the thrill of achieving it through one’s own effort or growth.

Fantasy is my addiction and I hope to never be cured.

Temptation is her profession, seduction in her blood, but when a courtesan falls in love with an impoverished scholar, can she risk her heart and his life?

For a courtesan with siren’s blood, drawing men to her bed is as natural as breathing, but Lisara Hammett refuses to feel anything beyond the physical. A generations-old curse dooms the women of her bloodline to lose any man they love.

Reyst Andulon does not believe in superstition nor magical creatures—but he does believe he is not good enough for Lady Lisara. Lisara begs to differ, but must risk the pain of her family curse or lose Reyst forever.

Available from The Wild Rose Press 

Denise Golinowski has always been a writer. A hopeful romantic, she gravitated to fantasy and romance. Her enovella, The Festival of the Flowers: The Courtesan and The Scholar, was published September, 2010, by The Wild Rose Press. She has also had a number of short stories published, both in the Chesterfield Writers Anthologies and in online publications. Denise is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Virginia Romance Writers, James River Writers and Chesterfield Writers Club. Through these organizations and the support of three fantastic critique groups, RichWriters, Writers Endeavor, and Roses Critique Group, she continues to hone her craft.

A native of Richmond, Virginia, Denise lives with her uber-supportive husband and two less enthusiastic cats. She is currently working on a Contemporary Paranormal Suspense and more The Festival of the Flowers tales. You can find her on facebook at Denise Golinowski/Author.

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A big thank you to Delilah Devlin for hosting me on her blog. It’s an exciting day, as my new series, Hawaiian Heroes, debuted yesterday at Samhain Publishing.

This series is a new sub-genre for me. It’s still paranormal, and still red hot romance. But the story takes place in contemporary Hawaii, on the Big Island’s beautiful Kona coast.

Writing the story was noooo hardship. There were many cold, dark, rainy Pac NW days and evenings when I sat down at my computer and booted up Pandora Internet Radio with my personal Hawaiian station, and was instantly transported back to the warm, humid, flower-scented islands.

In fact, music can be an incredible mood enhancer. My personal soundtrack for writing the book includes such Hawaiian music greats as:

Keali’i Reichel  www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YPoL5-3kZ4
Israel Kamakawiwo’ole, better known as Iz www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkFZ75V27rs
The Brothers Cazimero www.youtube.com/watch?v=GO44V3W9ULw 
and my favorite, Hapa www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmmsuVi0gyk.

Listen to a few of these lovely melodies, and you’ll be so relaxed all you can do is call for another mai-tai. Or book tickets for the Islands!

But, not everyone can travel, I know. It’s a tough economy, and we have families to care for. I waited a long time to get back to these islands myself. And the visit from which we just returned will probably be our last for a while, as life takes me and my husband in new directions.

So, I concentrated on soaking up the soft, warm island ambience and researching locales for the second and third books in the Hawaiian Heroes series. If I use a real place in the books, it’s as true to life as I can make it. 

If you’ve been to Kona, look for some familiar places in Book II; Rolling in the Deep and Book III. And if you haven’t, come along with me and the Ho’omalu ohana, family. Let us introduce you to a place you can visit again and again, in the pages of the Hawaiian Heroes stories.

And here’s a link to the blurb, and an excerpt, just for you:
http://store.samhainpublishing.com/walking-fire-p-6743.html

Recipe for terror—take one Hawaiian hunk, light him on fire. Wake up to find all your dreams come true.

But instead, Malu invaded her dreams, as he had since that first night. It was the same dream as the one this afternoon, almost as if it hadn’t been interrupted by waking.

And this time, she went to him, as helpless to resist him as if she were bewitched. He stood framed by the mountain, glowing with that red-gold light. He wore a crown of leaves, but they were red with fire. So was the brief kapa cloth around his hips. Geckoes scampered around him like living sparks on the ground.

As she gazed at him in awe, he turned and held out his hand to her. His dark gaze, the sensuality in the slow smile he gave her were so compelling, her body reacted helplessly.
So aroused that she was breathing in ragged pants, Melia climbed the path to him. The geckoes scampered back, making way. Slowly, she reached out her hand, wanting desperately to lay it in his. But the heat that surrounded him became too much.

She hesitated, yearning to let his heat envelop her but afraid of the results. Would his passion burn her up, leaving her empty?

Melia woke with a gasp. She lay on her back in the bed, her heart pounding, desire twisting inside her. The dream had been so real.

Rain beat on the roof overhead, trickled down the gutters and splattered on the windowsills. But only on one side was she cool. Her other side was hot, uncomfortably so, as if she were too near a fire. And the heat was emanating from the man sleeping at her side.

Melia turned her head and stared. Her breath froze in her throat; her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound even faster. Was she still dreaming?

Malu still lay on his side, facing her. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful in slumber, his big body relaxed. And she could see all this clearly, because he was glowing.

She closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly shut, willing it to be her imagination, a trick of the storm, of the Hawaiian night. But when she opened them again, it was the same. The night was dark, the rain blotting out any moonlight that might have strayed in the windows. The only light was the red-gold glow that shimmered not around, not over, but from Malu.

Slowly, clumsy with fear, Melia pushed back the blanket and began to inch away from him. She made it to the very edge of the bed, had one foot on the floor, when his eyes opened, and he looked at her. It was like gazing into the heart of dark fire.

“Damn,” he rumbled, his deep voice husky with sleep. “Didn’t mean to do that yet.”

 Aloha,

Cathryn

To Ménage or not? Is THAT the Question?

You’ve heard it. I’ve heard it. Ménages are popular. They’re hot at the moment, right? Everyone says so. I’m talking about them within the context of erotic romance and erotica, of course 🙂 . I hear all the time about how great they sell and they do seem to be a very popular topic of conversation on some of the loops I frequent/lurk. Is it just something that is of interest at the moment or is it a sub-genre that will continue to grow in regards to reader demand? Is it very much a niche market or it is gaining in popularity? Predicting trends like this is pretty much impossible, but I do think about different story lines and scenarios to try as a writer. To date, I’ve written strictly M/F romances. Sure, they’re hot and steamy, but at their core is the development and growth of the emotional relationship with a HEA or at least a HFN guaranteed. I’m not sure I could get my head around the emotional threads needed when three people (or more) are involved for it to be still considered a romance. Plus, those sex scenes? I have enough of a time keeping track of 4 arms, 4 legs and…er…other body parts, without factoring in more LOL! Of course, I could write erotica. I don’t have a problem with it, but it’s not where I want to focus my efforts, it’s not what really “talks” to me. Not at the moment, anyway. I really love to explore the complexities of a couple. I want to be as successful as I can be with my current writing and I intend to continue to write erotic romance. This plays on my mind somewhat, so I thought I’d just throw it out there:

Do you have to write ménages to be really successful as an erotic romance writer? What do YOU think?

About Kaily

Kaily Hart, a seemingly straight-laced mother of four left corporate America and a high-powered, lucrative career to be a stay at home mom. Ha! That lasted about four weeks, during which time she realized she had a deeply repressed dream—to write. And (gasp) romance at that! Who knew? By day, Kaily plays conservative wife and soccer mom, but at night crafts hot and steamy tales of romance and love with gorgeous heroes who wouldn’t dream of leaving the toilet seat up. Ever. She’s smart and sassy, at least in her own mind, and is creating as many happy ever afters as she can, one hot story at a time. Kaily never would have thought she’d be doing this, but now that she is? Well, you couldn’t pay her enough to do anything else. 

Kaily’s books, PICTURE THIS, PAY UP, PLAY ME & POINT BLANK (yeah, she has a thing for book titles that start with ‘P’), are all currently available from Ellora’s Cave and all other ebook outlets. Kaily’s first paranormal romance, the first book of a new series, releases from Carina Press in August!

If anyone would want to contact me (which I would love by the way) or just keep up with what I’m doing, you can find me all over:

Web – www.kailyhart.com
Blog – http://kailyhart.blogspot.com/
Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/kaily.hart
Twitter – http://twitter.com/kailyhart