Thursday, 8 January 2015

Author Hot Seat Welcomes - Janine Ashbless

The author hot seat specials are designed to help readers get to know both popular, and up and coming authors, a little better. The questions are broken into sections - About your writing, about you, fun stuff and finally. Some of the questions are easy, other may need a little more thought and some may cause our author friends to hesitate before answering—still, they all answer. 

Today we welcome Janine Ashbless to the hot seat as she talks about her new release, Fierce Enchantments. So let's get started.

Welcome Janine, please tell us about your latest book. What was your inspiration for writing it, is it part of an ongoing series, the characters, the genre etc?

Fierce Enchantments (published by Sweetmeats Press) is my third volume of erotic short stories, following on from Cruel Enchantment (2000) and Dark Enchantment (20009). Ten deliciously dirty yet literate tales, all fantasy of one sort or another - fairy tale, historical, zombie apocalypse, mythological, even SF. Most, but not all, are pretty dark and there are a lot of BDSM elements.

About your writing:

How many books have you written during your career so far and which is your favorite?

I’ve had three volumes of short stories and eight novels out in paperback so far, along with loads of short stories. I love them all – it’s very hard to pick. My latest is always my favorite, which is a healthy way of looking at it, I guess!

Have any of your books received negative reviews and how did you handle the situation?

All books receive negative reviews from someone. I’ve had a few reviews of my erotica saying I’m too filthy and even sick in the head. My response is to laugh and post the worst rants online as badges of honor – it’s way better than being considered bland and just the same as every other writer.

Do you believe in writer’s block and if so, how do you overcome it?

I don’t believe in writers’ block. I believe in writer’s procrastination.

What is the one genre you would never write and why?

Chick-lit. It bores the ever-living crap out of me. But that’s okay – we all like different things and that’s just fine.

Have you ever written a book that you’ve regretted publishing and why?

I sometimes wish The King’s Viper had been longer. I deliberately wrote it as a tight and focused novella … but I think I could have taken it further if I’d put my mind to it, and it has one of my favorite heroes.
If a reader said they wanted to write a book, what advice would you give them? 

“So what’s stopping you? If you want to write, do it. Don’t waste time asking for advice.”

About you:

Tell us what a typical day in your life is like?

In theory I write full time, working from home. On an ideal day I’ll get up and make a cup of tea, write for a couple of hours in bed, get dressed, walk the dogs, do Facebook/blog/e-mail things, write some more in the evening. How I long for days when that actually happens…

What sort of things put you in a bad mood?

Anything going wrong with my computer will send me into a frothing panic – I feel so out of control when it comes to computers and web stuff. They are some weird form of tech-magick.

Do you have a bucket list and what’s one thing you still want to do that you haven’t done?

I do have a bucket list. I’d love to go to Burning Man!

What makes you laugh?

“Q.I.” Do you get that in the States?

What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

I’m not telling you!

Do you like to read and what are you reading at the moment?

I like to read travel books in particular, but don’t have much time to do it.  I’m currently reading “Collapse: how societies choose to fail or survive” by Jared Diamond. It’s brilliant but unnerving.

If you couldn’t write anymore, what would you do instead?

That’s not a question I want to contemplate. One of the things writing does for me is hold off my natural tendency to depression. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t survive without writing.

Fun Stuff:

If you could go out with one famous person who would it be and why?

Gerard Butler, for a torrid one-night-stand. He looks like he could cope.

Do you have a habit that drives your partner/friends/family nuts and what is it?

I don’t dare ask, but …. I can never find my glasses when it’s time to leave the house. That must be pretty aggravating.

In your opinion, what makes a person attractive?

Intelligence. Long hair and a bit of a beard too, if it’s a man.

What is the strangest food you’ve ever eaten?

I’ve been to Heston Blumenthal’s restaurant for lunch, and ALL of the food there was magically strange – I remember the bright green snail porridge. And a cup of tea that was cold on one side of my mouth and hot on the other!

Would you rather have a classic 1969 convertible Mustang or have the use of a beach side condo any time you want?

Oh, the condo, easy. I’ve no interest in cars.

And finally:

Would you rather survive an apocalyptic event (yes, even a zombie apocalypse) or die instantly without knowing what happened to your family and friends?

Wow. Interesting question! My willingness to survival an apocalypse depends entirely on the survival of my loved ones, I believe. I don’t think I’m motivated enough to opt for survival on my own. Yep, I’ll pick a quick death.

Thanks for being here and answering the hot seat questions, Janine. Now let's have a look at Fierce Enchantments.

Blurb for “Fierce Enchantments”

Inside the covers of this, Janine Ashbless’ third collection of erotic short stories, you will find delight and terror and lust - and perhaps even unexpected tenderness.
The wayward daughter of Shakespeare’s sorcerer Prospero; a runaway slave who becomes king only for as long as he can stay awake; a servant girl whose three dead lovers return for one last tryst; vampire-hunters haunted to the point of madness by what they have been through; warriors in a desperate future war for the survival of humankind – and one very dangerous frog prince – all appear in this collection of erotic stories that will take you to the edge and then pull you over into the glittering darkness beyond.
Weaving worlds of fantasy, Janine Ashbless draws from fairy stories, history, myth and the darkest depths of her imagination to bring you tales of passion and desire that will enchant, shock and dazzle you.

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Excerpt from “Fierce Enchantments”

(from the story A Man’s Best Friend)

“Rest with our ancestors, husband, and be at peace,” she whispered, setting the blue pot among the others. Xhai stood and moved away, giving her space to pray. He looked out across the darkening landscape and the blue gloaming. Early stars were emerging in the west. The evening was still, no breeze stirring the grass. He could feel his heartbeat, thudding in his chest.

When Tsulin had finished, he helped her replace the grave slab. Her face was pale in the shadows, but he had heard no weeping. They walked away a little.

“I didn’t know you’d had children,” he said softly.

She ran her hand across her head. “They were both born too early, and only half-made. One the second year, one the next, and then the soldiers came and took him away for the Emperor, so I never had a chance to give him another.” Her voice sounded hoarse. “I must have spoken to a widow-woman when I was small, my mother says, and been stricken barren. Now I have passed the widow’s curse on, to my children. To my husband, who is dead of it.”

The weight in his chest was jagged now. “No!” he protested. “You did not kill him; war took him. It is an insatiable thing. I have seen a thousand thousand men dead upon the battlefield—do you think your little curse did that?” He wanted to grab her and shake her. He wanted to seize her face and kiss it. “You did not curse him. Liwan spoke of you often, and always with love. He longed to return to you. You were a joy to him.”

Tsulin turned to him in the blue dusk. He could hear her breath, fast and shallow. She laid a hand on his breast and his heart crashed against it. She tangled the fingers of her other hand in the still-damp ends of his long hair. He clasped her around the waist, before he could think about it, and she pressed against him, panting. His blood was roaring in his veins, and he was filled with both delight and the terror of teetering upon the edge of doing her a terrible wrong. The scent of her hair filled his head, driving out thought. Her body was pliant under his hands and he couldn’t tell if he was pushing her away or pulling her to him.

Then she reached down and grabbed his cock through his trousers, and his whole world fell apart. He didn’t need to see clearly to clasp her face and lift it, covering her lips with his kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her open palm writhing across the hardness of his shaft, and he staggered, pushing her back across the grass. Both her hands were suddenly at the drawstring of his trousers, pulling frantically, as he kissed her and kissed her and the breathless dusk whirled around them.

It was only when she bared him that he really believed it. Only then that he knew what he was doing. He laid her down in the long grass and yanked open her jacket to reveal those luscious breasts, soft as peaches. The scent of her skin was intoxicating; the ripe swell of her flesh beneath his mouth and the stiff pucker of her nipples drove him out of his senses. He sucked upon her even as his hands tore at her trousers, jerking them down over narrow hips, pulling off one of her boots and hurling it away in his haste to open her legs.

He found her sex, moist and open and soft. There was no question of finesse. Her hands scrabbled at his cock and balls, pulling him to her, squeezing his shaft like it was a spear and she was ready to kill someone with it. So he stabbed her to the core and felt her gasp and heave beneath him. Her heat was all around him, wet and slippery and exquisite; her legs embraced his hips. For a moment he froze, not daring to move. He felt her arch her spine, and heard her growl as she bit at his jaw.

“Yes!” she gasped.

It was like a fight to the death. Her body heaved beneath his. She was slighter and softer and so much weaker than him, but she refused to go limp. He was thrusting with all his weight, but still she fought him, her body growing more and more rigid as he drove in and out. And he didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to defile her, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t tear himself away from the hunger of her mouth, and the fingernails that bit into his clenching buttocks, and the wet hot incredible need of her sex, the need of her body, the need of her lost days and her stolen love.

Until she start to shake, clamped rigid and locked around him, and she jerked and cried out like something dying, and then for a moment he paused because he thought that somehow he was hurting her, and then he knew he was going to die too; he could feel his death pouring through him like a red tide from his balls all the way up his spine. It was coming, coming, coming—he jerked out of her, desperate to spill on the green grass, but he’d lost control of this long ago and he erupted all over her belly and thighs.

Oh, he thought, as he fell through a star-filled void. I had forgotten what it’s like. How good.

About the Author:
Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure – and that’s “fantasy” in the sense of swords ‘n’ sandals, contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and folklore.  She likes to write about magic and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.
Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000, and her novels and single-author collections now run into double figures. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology Geek Love.
Her work has been described as: "hardcore and literate" (Madeline Moore) and "vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love."   (Portia Da Costa)

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Monday, 29 December 2014

New Release Sneaky Peek - To Rome with Lust by K D Grace @kd_grace

Out Now - To Rome with Lust (Mount trilogy #3) by K D Grace 

The adventure that Rita Holly began in The Mount in London and Nick Chase took up in Vegas continues when a sizzling encounter on a flight to Rome has journalist, Liza Calendar, and perfumer, Paulo ‘The Nose’ Delacour, in sexy olfactory heaven. The heir apparent of Martelli Fragrance, Paulo wants Liza’s magnificently sensitive nose to help develop Martelli’s controversial new line. Paulo has a secret weapon; Martelli Fragrance is the front for the original Mount, an ancient sex cult of which he is a part, and Paulo plans to use the scent of sex to enhance Martelli’s Innuendo line. As Liza and Paulo sniff out the scent of seduction, they become their own best lab rats. But when someone steals the perfume formulas and lays the blame at Liza’s feet, she and Paulo must sniff out the culprit and prove Liza’s innocence before more is exposed than just secret formulas.

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‘People are looking. We should stop.’ Liza barely got the words out before he leaned in just a tiny bit further and, in his enthusiasm, his lips brushed hers. Everything spiked in a sharp stab of scent that settled right between her legs, as they both gasped and sat back, eyes wide, fingers pressed to lips. A flight to Paris was called over the intercom immediately after one to Frankfurt and, in the jostling and shifting and gathering of belongings, no one was paying any attention to them. Though she wasn’t sure it would have made any difference even if they’d suddenly been center stage. Their gaze locked on each other, cheeks flushed, chests heaving, they sat locked in a moment so tight, so full that its breaking apart was inevitable. It was ridiculous. She was seconds away from coming, and his cock was about to burst his trousers and his lips, my god his lips, she could think of so many places on her body she wanted those lips.
‘I have to know,’ he gasped. ‘Surely you want to know too.’ Then he did the unthinkable. He curled his fingers into the back of her hair and pulled her to him. This time their lips met with a clash of teeth and a gasping swallow of oxygen that transitioned into parted lips and darting tongues and an absolute explosion of scent. If he had smelled amazing by himself, if his scent had sharpened hers to the cutting edge of orgasm, then the mixing and blending that happened when they touched, when those two scents came together was shattering. ‘I’ve never smelled anything like it,’ she breathed into his mouth.
‘Me neither,’ He bit her lower lip and tugged and their blended smell became darker, more spicy, tones of earth and sea, pepper and honey and my god the guy could kiss!
She came first with a guttural grunt that began deep in her center and washed over her like a riptide. She tried desperately to hide it, but he knew it. He felt it, she even thought he smelled it, and he tightened his fist in her hair, breathing her into his open mouth. Both his hands then slid to her shoulders in a grip that was almost painful as he pulled back, his gaze locked on hers, and his whole body convulsed, and again, and again, his deep mocha gaze holding her tight as pupils dilated and eyelids shuddered.
For a moment they sat stunned, staring at each other, struggling to catch their breath. He looked shell-shocked, and she must have looked at least as bad. ‘I’m sorry,’ they both said at the same time as they mirrored each other in a nervous laugh.
Then the intercom called the flight to Rome. ‘That’s my flight,’ she gasped, suddenly awash in a wave of embarrassment. She grabbed her bag and her laptop and fled, feeling certain everyone was watching, feeling certain everyone knew exactly what they had done. She left quickly, babbling on about duty free and gifts, sounding like a total idiot. It didn’t matter though, at the end of the day, she’d never see the man again. And she’d never smell him again. That saddened her.

About the Author:

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiationof Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on VioletBlue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

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Saturday, 20 December 2014

New Release Sneaky Peek - Tempering Steel by Lea Barrymire

Tempering Steel
Book 2 ~ Coyote Bluff Series
Erotic/Hot paranormal romance
55K words
Self pubbed

Preorder: 12/3/2014
Releasing: 12/17/2014

After months of aching to be with grumpy Sheriff Connor Manning, Margarete Barrie finally gets her chance when a coyote shifter takes refuge in her home. She burns with need every time they’re close, but even she can only take rejection so many times before giving up.

Connor’s resolve to stay away from Margie weakens when she takes in his packmate. Fighting his inner animal and jealousy makes him question his decision to leave women and love alone.

They’re thrown together to catch a trapper or hunter threatening the pack. But once things start to heat up even the possibility of danger doesn’t cool the tension between them.

Series Teaser:
Coyote Bluff is a small, quaint town in the mountains of Virginia. With its diner run by Mama, the police force of one and a single stop light it's much like every other small town in America. Well, until you take a closer look.

Feel free to come visit Coyote Bluff... but keep an eye on the wildlife.

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Author Bio:
Lea lives in Western New York with her hubby, three children, and miscellaneous critters. Before the rug rats, she lived a life of adventure, following her husband all over Europe with the US military. She's slept in a car outside Paris, drove six hours just to see tulips in the Netherlands, and knocked ash from her shoes at Pompeii. Now she spends her time in life's adventures at soccer games, PTA meetings and school plays.

Lea has loved reading from a very young age, spending many sleepless nights devouring books. Science fiction and paranormal were her favorite genres to read as a teenager, and that love bled into her adult life. She started writing during a bout of insomnia, to fill time, and found it filled a creative void. Now she communes regularly with the characters in her head and tries not to laugh out loud when they say something funny.

When Lea isn't reading, writing or corralling kids, she enjoys watching movies and sciencey shows, or just kicking back and listening to some music.

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First kiss:
“You… you shot me.”
“I did.”
He was already listing to one side and she rushed forward to help me sit against a tree. “Because you needed to calm down. I need to look at this wolf and I can’t do that if you’ve got him all pissed off.”
His eyes drooped. She leaned down and kissed the lines of confusion between his brows. “I know. That’s why I gave him a little more than you. He’ll be sleeping like a cub in about two minutes.”
“Sorry about being mad. She called me that before she left.” Connor mumbled.
The slurred words had her ears perking up like a fox’s after hearing the squeak of a mouse. She. Margie squashed the questions bubbling up. Instead she turned, gathered her gear and slowly approached the downed wolf. In the back of her mind Connor’s words swirled. Someone had hurt him. Some female. A growl of her own laced with jealousy and anger vibrated in her chest.

Excerpt #1:
His gaze swung back immediately and she could see the resolve gleaming from the dark depths of his eyes. “Sorry, Margie. I don’t mean to worry you. I came by for two reasons. First I was going to check on Zeke, but as you’ve said he’s gone. I also wanted to know if you’d accompany me to Cammie and Ian’s mating ceremony on Saturday.”
Her mind froze. Mating ceremony. Go with him? Together? “Um.”
“You don’t have to, but I thought seeing I’d be driving by your house and you don’t know the way to the farm I could pick you up.”
The small flutter of hope died a tragic, fiery death in her chest. “Right. You’re going to be driving by anyway, and me, being a woman and all, might have a tough time following directions. I see.”
Something that sounded close to ‘stupid moron’ fell from his lips, too quiet for Margie to hear. It didn’t matter. She’s taken as much shit from the man she’d craved for over two years as she could take.
“Connor Manning. You will leave my property right now or you’ll be held responsible for my actions. I’ve had enough of your redneck, condescending, male-chauvinistic bullshit to last me a lifetime. I have a fucking GPS in my car and know damn well where the farm is. I’ve been treating you people ever since I moved here. Hell, Skip has a tab account now because I spend so much time out there. And anyway, Zeke already asked me if I wanted to go with him. You don’t need to take care of lil’ ol’ me.”

Excerpt #2:
A large circle had been created on the wooden floor with small grey stones. In the center candles flickered and cast soft light which illuminated a roughly drawn chalk wolf head. Soft music played along the edges of her hearing.
“This is beautiful.” She whispered, afraid to break the tranquility of the scene. She felt like she’d stepped into a druid ceremony.
Connor wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her toward one of the tables. When she could concentrate on something other than the decorations she noticed they were some of the last people to sit. Each table had four seats with champagne bubbling in tall glasses. Almost everyone from town was in attendance, but that made sense with the number of folks in Coyote Bluff being of the shifter persuasion.
Margie opened her mouth to ask Connor something but he pressed a finger to her lips and lightly shook his head. He pulled out a chair next to Zeke and ushered her into it. He quickly slid into the last open chair at their table. He leaned into her shoulder and pressed his lips to her ear. “Just watch. I’ll answer questions afterward if you have any.”

Excerpt #3:
Margie couldn’t help the giggle which escaped her lips as she rounded the corner of the doorjamb. To have Connor whistle at her like that, and so loudly, as well as leave his scent all over her was too much to hope for. Her heart soared. He really was claiming her, and wasn’t being quiet about it.
“Damn, girl. You stink.” Ian’s voice carried from deeper in the barn and the sound of something solid hitting him let her know Cammie was there.
“Shut up. You can’t tell her she stinks. God, you’ll give her a complex.” Cammie’s words were punctuated with smacks to Ian’s arm.
“Fine. Ow. Stop hitting me, woman, or I’ll turn you over my knee.” He growled a little at his wife and she blushed. Well.
Margie laughed. “Look at you two. Married and already bickering.”
Cammie raced over and clamped tight arms around Margie’s waist. Her friend whispered, “I’m so glad he’s finally come around and accepted the truth.”
“Yes, he has and I’m so glad everyone needs to keep reminding her about my issues.”
Connor’s growl had everyone spinning, and most of the people standing around looking off, scuffing their shoes in the dirt of clearing their throats. Margie wanted to laugh, but then again, what was the fun in allowing him to get away with being gruff with all of his friends. Even she could sense the unease.

Excerpt #4:
With a twist of her hips, and a satisfied smile, she flipped Connor to his back. Climbing on top of him and settling her already wet pussy on his cock gave her the chills. His shaft was hot against her wet folds. Each wiggle of her body rubbed the mushroom head against her clit. “Mmm. This is better.”His eyes had closed for a moment but when she spoke they opened again. Half-lidded and lust-filled was a perfect look on her sheriff. She gave her hips a circle and ground down on his pelvis. A growl had her grinning. With light tickling fingertips she tiptoed up his stomach, loving how his muscles bunched and fluttered under her touch, she worked her way up to his chest. While she tortured him she continued rocking against his cock, rubbing his hot shaft through her folds and the head of his dick against her clit. She wanted to come with him deep inside her, but it felt so good to have his silky hot penis nestled within her pussy.
“What are you doing?”
She smiled. “What does it feel like? I’m rubbing on you, and in a few minutes I’m going to ride you.”

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Monday, 15 December 2014

Siren Authors Holiday Hop

I'm so glad to be part of this Holiday Hop and sharing the stage with some excellent authors, both new and well established with Siren Publishing. I've been published with Siren since 2011 and the giveaway I have as part of this blog is a copy of my first book, Finding Angel. There are another two books in the Wylde Shore series, but I thought it best to giveaway a copy of book one, just to whet the winners appetite for the other two...hopefully. 
                                                                                                            Prizes and participating Authors
When I received my first edits for Finding Angel I quickly found out that authors often overuse words and one of my overused words was and. I spent days reworking sentences to try and get rid of any that were unnecessary and was it a task? You bet. I hated the word by the end of edits. I try not to use it excessively anymore and I think that's been reflected in the subsequent books. But why am I telling you this? It's simple really. In order to enter the major prize draw you need to visit each participating authors blog (the list can be found by clicking the words prizes and participating authors above the sexy holiday hop image) and put together a secret code. In order to achieve this each author was give a code word to include in their blog post.

Imagine my surprise when the code words were handed out. Some authors have wonderfully expressive words (I won't tell you any of them because that would be cheating) but I got the word I hate.  I actually laughed out loud when I read it. Have you guessed what it is yet. I bet you have but for those still wondering scroll down for the answer.

As I mentioned earlier I'm giving away a copy of Finding Angel as part of the hop. Just leave a comment on this post, maybe tell me a word that you have bad memories of, and I'll use to pick a winner the day after the Hop concludes. Good luck and don't forget to enter the major prize draw.

For those that haven't already guessed, my secret code word for the competition is word number 17... AND

So enter now, you'll find the entry form by clicking here and then all you have to do is visit each blog and complete the answer. Good luck everyone.