I’m in writing mode. Head down. Fingers cramping as they tap the keyboard. I’ll come up for air sometime this weekend when I finish the story I’m working on. In the meantime, here’s a little vampire fun. From the pic below, you know there are several stories in this series. I’ll be writing another very, very soon. If you haven’t already read all of them, catch up! 🙂

And to help you do that, here’s your chance to win a free copy of one of the stories! Let me know if you’ve read any of the Night Fall series, and if you have, who is your favorite character? A “no” answer is just fine, and just as valid an entry as a name, because I will be using a random number generator… So get set, ready…go!

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Knight in Transition

“Vampires, werewolves, and babies — oh, my! [Knight in Transition] is a sensual and thrilling ride into the world of the paranormal.” ~ Romance Reviews Today

“Ms. Devlin knows how to use her words to draw you into her story. She has created characters that are easy to fall in love with. When you combine her excellent characters with the great plot, this story becomes a must read.” ~ 5 Angels, Fallen Angel Reviews

A member of an elite police unit sworn to hunt vampires, Joe Garcia’s life is turned upside down when he’s transformed into one. On a quest for a cure, Joe’s search brings him to New Orleans in a last ditch effort to recover his humanity.

Professor Lily Carlson, a renowned expert in vampire lore, has a condition of her own. Her sexual libido has been in hyper-drive for months. Her only defense is to hide behind her glasses and tweed suits and stay as far away from men as possible. However, she’s thrilled to discover vampires really do exist when Joe shows up on her balcony.

Although Joe deflects her attempts to make him a case study and confirm a few vampire statistics, he is drawn by her powerful allure. When werewolves join the chase and track her through New Orleans, Joe’s cop instincts tell him there’s a mystery to solve. Intent on protecting her, he must seek help from the last vampire on Earth he wants to ask.

While his hopes for deliverance from his fate dwindle, Lily’s life is forever altered by an unexpected inheritance.

It had taken Joe half an hour and a quarter pint of blood to find her apartment in the long, white two-story stucco building in the center of the French Quarter. The super led him straight to the door, then walked off, his eyes glazed under the influence of Joe’s suggestion he give his wife a tumble.

It took another half an hour to feed from the man who lived in the apartment next to the professor’s until he slept, just so Joe could climb out on his ironwork balcony and make the leap to hers.

Finally, he stood hidden in the shadows while he watched her through lacy curtains. Her French doors were opened to the sultry night air. With only light from the streetlamp outside to chase away the darkness, Joe could discern every detail of her bedroom. She lay not five feet from him atop pale pink sheets. Naked. Her knees bent; her creamy thighs splayed. So close he could smell her ripening scent.

She was pleasuring herself.

Joe’s cock stirred and unfurled, lengthening by the second as he watched her.

A fan pulsed from the ceiling above her, lifting the gold-brown hair curving over her breasts to tangle with the fingers tugging at her nipples. When her hands moved down her rounded belly, his gaze clung hungrily to the turgid points surrounded by their pale rose circles. His mouth watered, imagining the velvet-soft flesh surrendering to his kisses. Succulent morsels yielding the sweetest gift—her blood from the heart of her femininity.

She truly sealed her fate when one hand glided past the fur at her mons to cup her sex. Joe’s cock pressed insistently against his jeans, tightening when her fingers stroked between her outer labia to caress the thin folds within. Moisture glistened as she rubbed it over her lips, long sliding strokes that dipped inside and swirled outward.

Then her other hand entered the play, and her fingers parted the swollen labia, pulling them back to expose her engorged clitoris. She touched the shiny nub once and shivered as though the spot were too sensitive, and then her fingers glided away.

She circled the mouth of her vagina, dipping her fingertips into the well and spreading her moisture. Liquid seeped to coat her hand, and she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the tips clean. Soft appreciative groans broke from her throat.

Joe sweated. He’d never seen a woman enjoy her own essence like this one. His body was gripped with the need to shove his cock deep inside her juice-filled channel.

Instead, he braced an arm against the window casing and his other hand went to the hard bulge at the front of his jeans. Desperate to take the edge off his need, he flicked open the button on his waistband and eased the zipper down, shoving his briefs beneath his balls, enjoying the way the elastic constricted. His hot flesh escaped its prison, filling his hand. He encircled his shaft and stroked it, letting urgency fill his loins as he watched her.

Her hand slid beneath her pillow and pulled out a long, flesh-tone object that she caressed like a man’s cock. She sucked the head of the dildo, wetting it with her spit while she closed her eyes. Did she imagine a man shafting into her mouth?

Joe did. His cock pulsed and a pearl of pre-come beaded at the tiny opening atop the crown of his sex. He rubbed the moisture around the tip with his thumb.

She fingered the base of her symmetrical shaft and it hummed, just like his body, triggered by her sexy moan at the first touch of her vibrator to the tips of her breasts. Her mouth opened around a gasp.

Joe’s breath drew in sharply, imagining her taking his cock into her mouth. He squeezed himself, gliding the skin stretched tight as a rubber band over his cock, back and forth, faster.

She circled the dildo on one tit while her free hand massaged the other, the nipple winking between her fingertips. Then she placed it between her generous breasts and squeezed them around the dildo as her body writhed on the bed, her hips lifting, pulsing in the air.

Joe’s hips answered, pushing his cock through his clenched fist, faster now, building heat and friction. He dropped spit onto his shaft and worked it with his fist, gliding easily, imagining the woman’s undulating body convulsing along his cock.

Abruptly, the woman rolled onto her stomach and came to her knees, planting them wide apart on the bed, letting her chest fall to the mattress. Reaching between her legs, she spread her lips and coaxed the vibrator into her pussy, working it inside her, inch by inch, twisting it in her cream to lubricate its length and push deeper.

Joe’s grip nearly strangled his cock. The sight of her pale cheeks quivering in the air, the dildo clutched in her fist pumping in and out, pushed him over the edge. He felt the pressure build in his balls.

Her chest rubbed on the sheets and her hips circled on her hand-held cock, until she cried out and shoved the dildo deep, cramming it inside as far as it could reach with the flat of her palm. She moaned and bucked; her soft whimpers carried on the air. When the pulsing of her hips stopped, she sobbed and fell to the blanket, turning to her back, her legs askew, her hair a tangled cloud on her pillow.

Looking at her quivering belly and the dildo that peeked from inside her body, Joe groaned and spent his seed in a hot stream on the floor of her balcony.

Too late, he realized he’d cried aloud.

It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of sharing the lovely Delilah Devlin’s spectacular and saucy blog. Thank you for having me back, DD and fans! I do so love the company. So much so, I brought presents!!

What have you all been up to? Seriously, tell me in the comments.

Oh, what about me?

I’ve been caring for my hottie husband. This pic was taken on our last big hiking adventure before he had ACL reconstruction and meniscus surgery last week. It sounds awful. It’s had its moments, but when you can cry (me) and laugh (him) through the hard stuff you know you’re with the right one. Your one.

Every now and again, I find myself a bit jaded with the always Happy Ever After of romance. Some times people don’t get a HEA. What about those people? Are their stories not worth telling? Why do I always write a HEA?

One day, I might take a jaunt away from romance. But during times like these I’m reminded that love stories aren’t all the same. The roads to those HEAs differ widely. That thought has reignited my passion for unique stores with winding paths, shocking valleys and sudden peaks. Stories similar to the first two I wrote not too many years ago. Where friends become enemies and enemies become lovers in Enemy Mine. Where a heinous injustice paves the way for love and retribution in Justice Mine.

I did mention I bring presents…

Enemy Mine is FREE on all outlets!! Also, Enemy Mine & Justice Mine (plus another surprise book) are FREE to those who sign up for my newsletter at www.meganmitcham.com!! I promise no spamming. Who has time for that? Not us.

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Thanks for hanging out with me! I look forward to catching up in the comments.

All the best,

—

Megan Mitcham
USA Today Bestselling Author
Sizzling Suspense – Are you sizzling yet?

The inspiration for On an Escort’s Arm came, oddly enough, from listening to my grand-nieces and grand-nephew lament about school dances. Now bear with me as I walk you through the convolutions of a writer’s mind. They mentioned hating to walk into one without at least one person either they were to meet inside the entrance or that they walked beside as they greeted the entire group of their peers, some of whom were judgmental to the point of meanness. I remember my own similar feelings from when I was younger.

I don’t write YA so I advanced that person ten years into the future and gave her (in this case) a career she’s good at but one that has kept her somewhat isolated. I searched for a similar situation, still wanting to tap into those insecurities that in some of us never go away. What I decided upon was an awards ceremony where she’s to receive an award for developing a successful computer dating program but (ironically) doesn’t have a man in her life to bring along as a date. Hence, the need to seek a paid escort—the basis for the plot of On An Escort’s Arm.

She hired him for business, he promised pleasure.

Kimbra Wilburt has devoted so much time and energy to her new matchmaking computer program that her social life has withered. Shuddering at the idea of arriving dateless at a business awards dinner, she hires a male escort. But the younger man at her door is sex-on-a-stick and awakens a hunger she hasn’t fed in a long while.

While Dez Renato grows his house restoration business, he hires out as an escort to pay the bills. One look, and he knows exactly what strait-laced Kimbra needs and sets about relaxing her sexual inhibitions. But soon Dez has a tigress on his hands, and he can’t help but wonder if he’s in too deep.

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EXCERPT

He extended the forms in her direction. “If you could fill out the last few questions, this part will be finished.”

Remembering the content of those questions she’d left blank, she jumped to her feet and crossed to the bay window overlooking her terraced garden. “This…circumstance is new…and I wasn’t sure how to answer all the specifics.”

Rustling sounded behind her, and she braced. For what? She didn’t know. Large hands rested on her shoulders, his warmth immediately seeping through the fabric to her skin. After the initial shock, she almost swayed. How she missed the physical closeness of a confident male.

“Can’t have a frown marring your pretty face. Let me rub away that tension you’re feeling.” Strong thumbs rubbed along her shoulders and worked up the column of her neck.

Her eyelids drifted shut, and she let her head drop forward. “Mmm, that feels great.” This was special treatment she could get used to.

“At Galaxy, we know the first time may be confusing for clients.” His tone soothed while his hands kneaded. “We’ve discovered a great deal of success with conducting the final interview in person.”

“Do all the interviews come with massages?” The sensation of warm hands against her stiff muscles was heavenly. She envisioned them on other parts of her body, and suddenly her skin flushed with heat.

He chuckled. “Only if a massage will help.”

A nagging thought reminded her—his actions were just part of the company’s services. “I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t appreciate what you’re doing.”

“You’d be surprised.”

About the Author

On a dare from a close friend, Layla Chase challenged herself to explore the steamier side of romance and discovered all sorts of characters whose stories needed sharing. Surrounded by acres of mountain forest, she writes contemporary and historical stories about strong personalities who know what they want…or rather, who they want, and set out to get it.

WEB CONTACTS
Website: https://www.laylachase.com
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UPDATE: The winner is…Colleen C!

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I’m awake. Sitting at my desk and blinking bleary-eyed at my computer screen. One morning soon, I have to let myself sleep in…

Today, I’m not writing. I’m heading to Little Rock to the Arkansas Art Center, all the kids in tow (yikes!), to see their current exhibits. I’m most excited about the one entitled, “Dorothea Lange’s America”. You may have seen this picture when you studied American History and the Great Depression. She was a Depression-era photographer. This one, called Migrant Mother, has always haunted me.

Anyway, be thinking of me today, walking through a quiet museum with my daughter and her kids, aged 12, 11, 7, and 2. Yeah, I’ll be frazzled trying to keep them from running around and climbing on things. And I’ll probably be hearing  “I’m bored” a million times—but they are going to suffer through it anyway! Someday, they will appreciate it!

Anyway, since I’m trying to get ready, this post will actually be short! All I have is a question. Okay, with a bit of a setup.

I belong to an art guild. And they are just a tad snobby about what they consider art. For sure, they consider my painted dominoes craft rather than art. When one of the group decided to add a photography contest to our annual calendar, I could almost hear what was going on behind their raised brows: Photography isn’t a “real art”. Well, until you see a photograph like the one above, you might believe that. Some folks think quilting isn’t an art (I do, especially when you see one with stunning colors or patterns).

So, what do you think?

Is photography an art or a skill? Is quilting, felting, card-making, etc., a craft or “real” art? And if you think it’s possible to raise it to the standard of “real” art, what do you think it takes?

Answer and be entered to win a $5 Amazon gift card!

TRIP UPDATE: The kids were awful in the car going to Little Rock, so we didn’t dare try taking them all to the museum. Instead, we took them to see Zootopia. Next weekend, we’ll have fewer kids underfoot. THEN, we’ll go see Ms. Lange’s exhibit!

Today is a special day for me. *BOUNCY*

I’ve been trying forever to get rights back for the books still being held hostage by EC. And the end of last year I finally got two back. YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is the only one I’ve been able to re–release and today I’m sharing it with all of you sexy people! So excited to be able to put it back out with a super pretty new cover, new title and some tweaking throughout the story.

It’s book one in the Hypnotic Series about some of the patients of hypnotherapist Mackenzee Rogue. Buried Acceptance features Kerrington and Danielle. Best friends in love with each other but with a huge wall between them.

Don’t you LOVE the cover???

Ignoring their needs is no longer an option…

Kerrington needed her best friend Danielle in her life. Secretly she wasn’t just a need. She was an ache, buried so deep Kerrington couldn’t breathe without wanting her. But she’d promised her grandmother she’d make her proud and find a man to marry, to have children with, to love, and cherish…

Nothing else mattered more than following the straight and narrow path set before her. Until one night when a simple kiss changed everything and placed Danielle and Kerrington’s strained friendship into question.

Searching for answers, Kerrington finds the acceptance she thought lost forever—unearthed by hypnotherapist Dr. Mackenzee Rogue. Now Kerrington must convince Danielle they’re worth one last chance.

Is it too late or will they find the forever they’ve been searching for?

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Contest

How do you enter to win an e-book copy of Buried Acceptance for your reading pleasure?? Tell me if you’ve ever tried hypnosis!! I’m so fascinated with the research I did on everything it can help with. Smoking, weight loss, trouble sleeping, anxiety and all sorts of other things. Did it work? Did it not? Would you do it again??? And don’t forget to put your email address in the comment so I can get a hold of you if you win!!

Hope you love Buried Acceptance and there’s more where that came from!!

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey

About the Author

Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Website – Newsletter – The Decadent Divas – Amazon Page
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If you’ve been following my blog, you know I decided to change my diet. I confess I did not begin this journey alone. I consulted a GI Dr. who happens to special in weight loss/clean eating. Let me say I did not start this with the intent of losing weight. It started because I wanted to feel better, have more energy, and be more focused.  I have seen numerous ads for weight loss and more energy that come in the form of a pill or shot. I’ve always been leery of them. I know once you start putting foreign medicines in your body you run the risk of messing up your metabolism forever. I didn’t want that.  That’s why I consulted the Dr.

When we talked, she told me exactly what kinds of foods to eat and when. For years I did not eat on a regular schedule and sometimes I would miss meals. I knew that eating 5 meals a day was going to be a challenge for me. So I planned ahead and prepped my meals for the day while cooking breakfast.

Basically I cut out processed foods, sugar and wine. Yes, I said it. I cut out wine. I’m a writer and I love wine. But it had to go, as least while I was getting started on this program. I know once I am happy where I am then I can have a glass a couple of times a week or when I’m on vacation! Yay for vacation!!

So it’s day 10 and I wanted to let you guys know how it’s going. So far I haven’t had many cravings. I was shocked. I thought I would be dying but…no. I do miss wine at night when I’m sitting around the fire pit with my husband or watching The Walking Dead. But I’ve gotten used to having a cup of tea or coffee instead. Coffee, my Precious!

Now, that it’s been over a week, I’m happy to report I’m more focused, have more energy and feel amazing. To top it off, I’ve lost three pounds.

Going into this I knew that getting healthier starts with your mental attitude. I started out with a positive mindset that nothing was going to get in my way. I wake up every morning, pray and write in my gratitude journal. Keeping a food journal is very important as well.

There are some foods I can’t have, some foods I can have only in the morning and some only at lunch. But the foods I can have is overwhelming. I’m trying new recipes with vegetables I’ve never eaten before. I’ve gotten out of my comfort zone of just eating broccoli and squash and started eating beets, bok choy and chard.

You can truly DO anything that You set your mind to. Absolutely.

About the Author

Jodi is an USA TODAY bestselling author of the RISE OF THE ARKANSAS WEREWOLVES series and writes paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance. Born and raised in Mississippi, her deep Southern roots and love of the paranormal led her to write Southern Paranormal novels. When she is not conversing with characters in her head, she can be found at her home in Northeast Arkansas with her handsome husband, brilliant son, a temperamental swan, and yellow lab that is fond of retrieving turtles when duck season is over.

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Life happens, and last year I hit rock bottom. In an emotional whirlwind, I found myself unable to write mysteries or crime stories. They took me to a place that I couldn’t quite crawl out of. Their darkness I couldn’t so easily wash away.

But the love of writing didn’t just leave. Words continued to loop. I needed to write, to place words on a page—even if no one ever saw them. Simply put: I had to again find out who I am, and why I write the things that speak to me. Sometimes the sexy Highlander is just what this girl needs, but other times a vampire or two would be enough to keep reality at bay.

During my worst days, the comfort I found in a paranormal romance—the action, adventure, romance and smoking hot heroes—made it all worth it. I could curl up and enjoy the ups and downs, following their trials and tribulations. So, it wasn’t long until the muse showed up again with characters in tow. And the characters just happened to be of the fantastical kind, carrying the Viking sword called the Ulfberht.

The Ulfberht made it that the Vikings were fierce in battle, for the steel sword was strong, practically unbreakable (it was in such a demand and quality that there were even counterfeit Ulfberhts created and sold for those who could not afford or obtain the original).

Getting in bed with a paranormal romance has not been an easy feat for this crime fiction author. Sure, research is part and parcel of creating a story, but there is so much that I didn’t know. As the story unfurled, I then realized that I wished to tell more than what people might expect with Vikings—the stereotypical tale, especially since Viking is probably not a name that they called themselves, but a name given to them. There was no united Viking army, but instead they lived in factions, as tribes (and it must not be forgotten that these tribes, led by chieftains, fought each other).

I didn’t just want to throw in the names of Norse gods, but truly celebrate what we typically know and maybe even reveal things that we didn’t know. So, the what-if questions formed and elements of time travel mixed with Vikings, and the fantastical tale of a shape-shifting dragon. I wanted to build a world that provided enough of a backdrop that could embrace this fantasy with all of its magick.

Taking Delilah’s Plotting Workshop also helped tremendously in pushing me in the right direction with my story. Through this, I learned that my process is multifaceted. It will start with a simple idea, and then the layering begins. Surely, inside my head is a magnificent web of intricate information that I am not even aware of. When I’am inspired and the muse is talking, I am practically living a movie – watching as the characters interact, taking notes as to their performance, and trying to herd the cats struggling to take lead.

I am putting the finishing touches on my next release, and first paranormal romance, Snakes and Dragons.   Who doesn’t like men wielding swords?

Why Vikings and Dragons? The answer is why not!

So tell me, what do you like about Vikings and Dragons?

About the Author

TINA GLASNECK is the author of the Spark Before Dying Series, including Deadly Sins, and Angels Cry, as well as 7 Twisted Fairy Tales, a collection of fractured flash fiction fairy tales.

In 2015, Tina created a reader-centric blog called Celebrate with a Book, where she promotes authors and their works. She is a member of Sisters in Crime, Sisters in Crime Central Virginia, Romance Writers of America, and Virginia Romance Writers.

A proud geek-girl, Tina resides in Virginia. She holds a Masters of Arts in Religion degree; enjoys history, traveling, and cooking; and, when she is not creating a story, she can be found putting paint on a canvas or playing video games. Connect with Tina online at her website and join her newsletter to stay up-to-date on her next release.