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Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!

Published July 18, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Today I welcome Doris O’Connor to my blog. She is a multi-published author of erotic romance. It’s my pleasure to have her back with us to celebrate the release of her newest title, Tiger Scars.

Warning: Explicit language, BDSM, menage

Blurb:

Can some scars ever truly heal?

Cherie ran away from Ink once. She is not going to get the chance to do so again, but helping her heal will take all of his skills as a Dom. Using Shibari, Knife play, and Ménage sex, he shows her that pleasure can be found in the things that haunt her.

Emotionally and physically scarred Cherie has sought refuge at Club Ink, where she keeps everyone at arm’s length. When Ink forces her to face up to her demons, does her submission hold the key to her future happiness? Or will their shared past destroy them once and for all?

Not hot enough for ya? Here’s an excerpt:

She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her. With her arms cuffed high above her head her bountiful tits displayed beautifully, her abundant curves covered in the marks left by his claws, his cum drying on her belly, all he saw was his woman, his mate. He ground his teeth and forced his tiger to stand down, aware of Cherie’s renewed agitation. She yanked on her restraints, her expressive eyes deep pools of molten chocolate widening in fear.

“Stop fidgeting.” He delivered the words with a quick open-handed swat to her mound, and Cherie’s hips bucked off the bed. She bit her lips, and he smiled at her moan when he trailed his index finger through her wet pussy lips and up towards her anus. Her increased scent and the renewed gush of moisture coating his hand told him all he needed to know, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thought of punishment went out of his head, and instead he followed his tiger’s instincts and lowered his head. He inhaled the sweet scent calling him, his fingers digging into Cherie’s thighs to spread her wider still. Her nether lips opened beautifully, so all of her quivering, glistening cunt was there for him to feast over. He had to taste her, to bring her to the brink of orgasm again and again. His smile turned wicked, and he blew against her wet folds. Cherie bucked underneath him, her long drawn out hiss of pleasure music to his ears. He allowed himself one long, slow, lick along her slit, and then bit down on her clit.

Every muscle in Cherie’s body tensed; her breath hitched; her thighs trembled and clenched around his head, and his smile deepened. Nothing used to bring her to the brink faster. He blew against the engorged bud again and allowed his claws to run out. He dug them into her thighs just hard enough to break the skin, to remind her who was in charge.

“Do you need help keeping these open for me?” He growled the words into her pussy, allowing himself another slow lick of her sweet juices, before he raised his head to look at her.

Eyes wide as saucers, her skin flushed, Cherie shook her head, and Ink withdrew his claws and sank his thumb into her nether hole.

His tiger roared at the mark of his possession, Cherie’s whimper of submission making Ink’s cock harden in record time again.

“I can’t hear you, girl.”

He trailed the fingers of his other hand along the lips of her cunt, swirling it slowly around her pearl, and Cherie panted her answer.

“Sorry … no … oh … yes … please. Oh God, don’t stop.”

He flicked her clit once, twice, and inserted another finger into her sphincter, all the while keeping up the circling motion around her clit, designed to drive her higher and higher. His balls grew tight, and his tiger growled at the soft feminine moans filling the air.

He’d played with plenty of willing and experienced subs, and trained lots of new ones, but nothing beat the sweet responsiveness of this woman. That she would give herself so trustingly to him after everything that had happened to her, blew him away. The tell-tale tightening of her quivering muscles under his fingers told him how close she was, and he stepped up his assault.

“Remember who owns your orgasms, baby girl.”

His warning just seemed to excite her further, and he groaned watching her body climb. His cock throbbed, and he tortured himself by rubbing it along the velvet skin of her hip, leaving a wet trail of his pre-cum behind. It took every ounce of his self-control to not just allow himself to slide deep into her welcoming heat. She’d fit him like a glove the first time round, so tight and hot, it had been a miracle he’d had managed to pull out and not spill his seed inside her, like his tiger had urged him to do. He’d only ever lost control with Cherie. From the minute his tiger had scented her all those years ago, he’d known she was his, and she always would be. But he was older and wiser now, and they had a lot of ground to cover still, until they could even think of moving on. The reminder how much was at stake here focused his sole attention on the woman writhing underneath him. Her body tensed, her skin flushed all over, and just as she was about to fly off into ecstasy he withdrew.

Her eyes flew open, and she tried to tense her thighs around him to stop him from leaving. Silly little tigress played right into his hands. He bit down on the soft skin of her inner thigh and slapped the globes of her ass. The red imprint of his hand stood out against the pale skin, and Cherie froze the minute she realized her mistake.

“I’m, sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to.” Her husky whisper had him harden to the point of pain, and he slapped her ass again, satisfied to see the shudder going through her. A few more slaps followed, each one making her wetter until she twisted onto her side of her own accord, grinding her thighs together to get herself off. He put considerable more force behind his last slap to her now red-hot ass and then pulled her down the bed as far as he could, stretching her legs wide and turning her on her front.

“Such pretty words, but you don’t mean them, do you?” He stood back perusing her, and he chuckled at the mutinous look she threw at him over her shoulder.

Much better, baby. Show me some of your sass.

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He had to look away to hide his smile, but oh it felt good to have her goading him whilst she was completely at his mercy.

Tiger Scars is available through Evernight and wherever ebooks are sold.

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/tiger-scars-by-doris-oconnor/

Places to find Doris:

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Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!

Published June 20, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Doris O’Connor is a Multi Published Author of Erotic Romance. She’s the mother of nine children and I honestly don’t know how she finds time to write. Please help me welcome her today as we promote her new release, The Last of his Kind, through Evernight Publishing.

Blurb:

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog?  You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?
 
Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body’s instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.
 
Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?

Excerpt:

“Well, for starters I haven’t got any clothes.” He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he’d used to cover his arousal. “Of course if you don’t mind, then let’s go.”

“Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You’ll do someone an injury with…with that.”

She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.

****

Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God’s gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men’s cocks had a mind of their own. It didn’t mean he would rip her clothes off. She’d never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.

“Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?” His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn’t move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.

“I asked you a question, ceannbeag.” The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn’t move.

He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.

 “Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you.” He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. “Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.

“If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now.” His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. “If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you’re mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn’t even imagine.”

Oh good God. I’m doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.

“Do I get a safe word?” She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he’d barely touched her.

“Pick one.”

“Nessie.”

Ooh! Such hot stuff! Need more! 🙂 

Find Doris here: Website  Blog Twitter Facebook

Purchase links:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-last-of-his-kind-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.amazon.com/Last-Naughty-Fairy-Tales-ebook/dp/B008AQGJC4/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-of-his-kind

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thelastofhiskind-825398-140.html

Spotlight on Ju Dimello!!!

Published April 10, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Please welcome my friend and critique partner, Ju Dimello, as we celebrate the release of her debut novel.

I met Ju online a few years ago and we’ve developed a firm friendship as well as a great working relationship, critiqing each other’s work.  I’m so glad to have met her. She’s there when I need a sounding board and quick to send a virtual kick my way when I’m slacking. LOL

 

What would we do without the internet? It’s become a huge part of our lives and I’ve met so many wonderful people–Ju being one of them…

 

 

Ju, welcome to my blog!

Thanks for hosting me, Lorraine!

Love having you!!!

So, your books are classified in several genres…Paranormal, Shifters/Vampires, and Erotic. Why are you drawn to this type of story?

One word: “Escapism”. Since I know that in reality a vampire cannot breathe down my neck for realz or a wolf shifter is not there to howl at the moon, I prefer giving them free rein in the pages of a book. Where I can keep them a bit…er…tamed, you know?  

If you had to descrbe yourself, what three words best suit you? 🙂

Shy, loyal, straightforward

If someone else described you, what three words would they use? *evil grin*

Frank, chatty and funny. (Their words, not mine! And I think funny is an euphimism to weird 😉 )

Favorites:

Author? Only one? Not Fair at all..  Unless you want some 100 or so names here, I’ll pass 😉

Book? The Almighty, Irving Wallace

Car? Porsche

Color? Black and white (Those aren’t colors!)

Desktop or Laptop? I’d prefer a desktop, but have a laptop

Dessert? Chocolate dipped strawberries. Oh??? How about cake?

Holiday? Ones that occur in the middle of a week :p

Movie? Jumanji (One of my favs too!)

Pen or Pencil? Pen

Penis size? Oops! Pass 😉

Shopping or Baking? Both?

Do you think you’ll try your hand at different genres in the future? If so, which ones?

You mean I need to write something other than a contemporary fantasy world with fairies, demons, vampires or shifters running amok? Maybe I’ll include a time machine or two into it and have Kindles take over the world. 🙂 

What pearls of wisdom would you like to impart to aspiring writers?

I think “pearls of wisdom” are overrated in the era of the Internet. There’s almost an information overload for anyone wanting to get published. Know the rules before breaking them. Having friends (online or in person) will make the journey fun. Only thing is, like with any other profession, allot some time for research and learning in addition to writing.

Fiery Icicle  is your debut release from Ellora’s Cave. I love the cover! Does it have special meaning to the book?

I think the very fact it is the first book to get published among the stories I’ve written so far itself makes it very, very special to me 🙂 And let me tell you, I wrote this menage in a time when I was still a green writer learning the tropes and since then, I haven’t written any menage. Go figure! 🙂 LOL. I think this book was my hardest to write, followed by so many rounds of edits that it feels these characters are almost like a part of my life 😉 Now, don’t tell my husband that…! And the cover…wow… The lovely cover artist Fiona Jayde captured the mood and the colors so perfectly that to say I’m pleased is an understatement.

Can you share the blurb?

Madeline is hoping the lust she shares with half-fae Zach will soon turn into something more permanent. Until Nathanial comes along, claiming to be her appointed guardian, only to strip her veneer of civility with blatant sexuality. In a race against time across the snow-covered mountains ofSwitzerlandto join Zach, they face not only a threat to their lives, but also a dangerous whirlpool of forbidden emotions.

Zach Sinclair considers himself the luckiest fae to have Madeline in his life. They scorch the sheets when they’re together, but when she comes to him with the scent of Nathanial stamped all over, all bets are off. And when Madeline finds out about the unique bond Zach and Nathanial share, it may drive her away from them forever.

Excerpt?

I thought I’d share a short excerpt here, while a longer one can be enjoyed at : http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10002-fiery-icicle.aspx

Zach watched her through narrowed eyes. She wasn’t sure if she should persuade him to share his concern with her or leave him to his musings. Her stomach cramped and her palms tingled with the ebb and flow of magic from his aura. He was obviously worried and his tension seeped into her shields, making her jittery.

As if realizing the effect he had on her, he gathered her close, absorbing her turmoil. “I’m a total ass.”

His statement broke some of her pent up mix of emotions. Drawing strength from his embrace, she let go of the day’s tensions. The constant throbbing between her eyebrows eased with each passing second. Calmness settled over her in a warm blanket. She nodded her assent into the crook of his arm and voiced it too. “No doubt about it.”

His tone came out smug, laced with humor. “And you still love me.”

She wrenched away from his grasp, shooting what she hoped were daggers with her eyes. “I love chocolate too and that leaves me with a far more satisfying aftertaste.”

Where to next on your blog tour?

The entire details of my blog tour and ways to win a copy of Fiery Icicle are found here: http://judimello.blogspot.ca/p/fiery-icicle-release-week-celebration.html

Where can you be found:

Website: www.judimello.com

Blog: http://judimello.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/judimello

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Romance-Author-Ju-Dimello/111756422240536

Purchase Links:

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10002-fiery-icicle.aspx

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html

http://www.amazon.com/Fiery-Icicle-ebook/dp/B007RXA210/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1334077259&sr=1-1

I have one copy of Fiery Icicle to giveaway during the blog tour and every comment during this week will count towards it. Comment at each stop for more chances to win. I’ll pick a winner around the 15th of April and contact them! Don’t forget to leave your email id.

Spotlight on LeeAnn Sontheimer Murphy

Published March 6, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

LeeAnn visits with us today to promote her latest release through Evernight Publishing, Love Shadows.

Welcome, LeeAnn!

The Cover is gorgeous!

Over to you!

            What is it about vampires we find so fascinating?  I’m not sure even though I’ve been into vampires from an early age and I write vampire romance with my Love Covenant series from Evernight Publishing.  One of my first published pieces of short fiction was an erotic vamp tale I titled “Flame” which appeared in a magazine down New Orleans way. 

            Maybe it’s because vampires are immortal.  That offers a certain appeal because vampires can be ancient and yet appear very young, even handsome.  In most lore, vampires radiate (but don’t sparkle) with a sexual energy and appeal which becomes almost irresistible.

            I adore vampires especially the one I created, Will Brennan, a more than two hundred year old Irishman who quotes Shakespeare, smokes cigarillo, sometimes drives an eighteen wheeler as a cover and way to pass the time, lives in a castle and loves his Cara to distraction.  His stunning good looks, dark hair and amazing blue eyes are based on an Irishman I once knew.

            My fourth book in the Love Covenant series, Love Shadows, is now out from Evernight Publishing and continues Will and Cara’s amazing love story.  Here’s the blurb, an excerpt, and be sure to comment for your chance to win a PDF copy of the new release!

Cara couldn’t be happier now that her sexy vampire husband Will Brennan located his long lost brother Seamus.  Her new found brother-in-law even has a theater where she can sing – until a vampire named Henri shows up in the audience.  He covets Cara but not for a happy ending. The old vampire, far more powerful than Will or Seamus has a bad reputation among the undead.

Back in Memphis Henri demonstrates he can make them suffer at will.  A cat and mouse game begins and takes them back to Missouri, then onto Texas for what they hope will be a happy family holiday.

A last minute grocery store run puts Cara in Henri’s hands and leaves Seamus near dead.  When Henri takes Cara deep into the mysterious back waters of Caddo Lake, it’ll take more than just Will Brennan and his brother to save her – if they can.

Excerpt:

               Ever since Lafe Bishop told me how close to death – to an eternal end to existence – I came, I craved sex with a ravenous appetite.  Last night, even though Will felt that singing, soaring electricity between us, he wouldn’t give in because I remained so fragile.   During the long day, I’d healed more and I felt almost normal again.   To kindle his desire, I touched my own lips to his throat, kissing with a light caress and letting my teeth, my fangs rake over the skin.  Before he came awake, I felt him harden against me, his cock ready for what I needed most of all.

               “No sooner met than they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed but they asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy,” Will whispered, his eyes drawing mine as if through magic. “Do you need to seek a remedy for what ails you, mo anam cara?”

               “I do,” I told him, one hand straying down to touch him between the legs.

               “Do you feel up to this?” he asked and meant it.  If I said ‘no’, he would stop.  “If it’s too soon, leannán, we can stop.”

               “Don’t you dare even think about it.”

               He laughed with that sound that reminded me of chimes, musical and sweet. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

               “Then love me tender,” I whispered, quoting Elvis.

               With the infinite patience of the stars, Will Brennan put his mouth over mine, as rich and sweet as the somnolent scent of honeysuckle on a summer night.  His lips stroked mine with such slow heat that I burned, not the savage flame that hurt so much on Halloween but a gentle fever that moved through my blood like intoxication.  That mouth cherished me as if my lips held the riches of all ages, a king’s treasure.  Will’s kisses teased over me like a whisper, reminding me of a light wind that might fondle a cheek or toss a lock of hair.   He handled me as if I might be as fragile as an exquisite antique of extreme value.  He touched me with care as if I might break if he didn’t.  

                As his hands moved over my body like heat lightning on a humid night, elusive, my skin became so sensitive that each stroke sent a thousand nerve cells tingling.  When his mouth left my lips, they mourned his leaving but I had no time to think because his lips tickled down my throat, nipping and licking where my veins ran.  He followed the largest, using his tongue to trace its course until he reached my breasts.  Will used his thumb to rub against each nipple, one at a time, in a circular fashion that brought the buds to bloom.  He cupped my tits in his hands as if he held eggs, delicate and easy to break, and the weight of his hands against my flesh tortured me but in such an exquisite way that I wanted more.  Then he ran his hands down my sides, palms against my body, in a slow rhythm that filled me with a music that rang in my head.  

               When I raised my hand to touch him, he stayed it. 

               “Let me,” he said, his voice just a faint rustle audible in the roaring I heard in my ears. “Let me do it all, mo anam cara.”

               I yielded, slave to his master, and allowed to do what he wanted.  My body became his to command, his to take and he did with such deliberate measure that I thought I might languish there, imprisoned forever.  When he entered me, his rod stiff and hard, he burrowed into my warmth, my wet cave that waited for him without force or hammering.   Instead of conquering with might, Will poured into me like a tide sweeping over a beach, natural and powerful.  I felt the impact of his arrival and knew the sweet, sweet release as he covered me.   He filled me to capacity and then he bucked, no longer able to control his own need, yet even then with a gentle consideration.

               I rose to meet him halfway, drawing him deeper into myself so that when the moment we sought came, we rode it like a Fourth of July rocket into the stratosphere of our souls and let it explode over us with brilliant joy.  The release brought me to such a brink of physical pleasure that I cried out, unable to contain it and Will stopped my noise with his mouth, with a kiss that gave me the remaining roughness I craved.  He kissed me hard, his mouth all but raping mine as I gloried in the sensation, coming again in a breaking tide that consumed us both.

Find me at

Facebook: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Twitter: @leeannwriter

A Page In The Life: http://leeannsontheimermurphywriterauthor.com

Rebel Writer: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

http://leeannsontheimermurphy.blogspot.com

Purchase links:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-shadows-by-lee-ann-sontheimer-murphy/ 

http://www.amazon.com/Love-Shadows-Covenant-ebook/dp/B00776T3M6

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html

Also on Bookstrand, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords.

LeeAnn is also doing a giveaway for one lucky commenter – one book, winner’s choice of any format from All Romance Ebooks. Leave a comment and be sure to include your email addy to win!

Spotlight on Evernight Author, Shannan Albright

Published February 21, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Today it’s my pleasure to host friend and charming fellow author, Shannan Albright, as she talks about her writing and her upcoming release, Passion’s Flight, through Evernight Publishing.

Shannan Albright – Bio

Born and raised in San Luis Obispo, California, I spend my time between writing, dancing and acting. After retiring from dance I spent some time as an illustration artist, designing covers for several children’s books for local writers.

I currently live in Las Vegas, Nevada with my husband, step-daughter, two dogs and one cat. When not writing, I relax by oil painting, reading, acting in Renaissance fairs, and working out doing Yoga and Pilates.

Wow, Shannan! You certainly have plenty of life experiences to draft your stories on. What decided you on writing?

I have always made up stories in my head, even as a little girl. When I danced I would build a whole world in my head. The same was true when I drew. Every picture had a complete story involved. I didn’t start putting my stories to paper until I was around eleven when two very important things happened to me. The first was my teacher who encouraged me to write and the second was reading Gone with the Wind.

Ahhh! One of my all-time favorite books and movies.

Your books are classified in several genres…Paranormal, Suspense, Urban Fantasy, and Shifters/Vampires. After acting in Renaissance Fairs, I would think you’d be more inclined to write historicals. Why are you drawn to this type of story?

I have always been drawn to classic horror movies. I love vampires, werewolves, and the mummy. Not so much into the slasher movies. There is just something so sexually potent about a supernatural being, practically immortal, brooding and dark. I am pulled to the deliciously dangerous, cursed and alone. Even as powerful as these beings are written, they still need love to fill the void in their souls and find redemption and peace. As for historicals, I do have plans to write one. I play a privateer and assassin at Renaissance Fairs. I’m known as Obsidian, the Black Dagger and have the outline done for her story. I just don’t have much time to get to it at the moment.

Where do the ideas come from?

Everywhere Lol! I see a commercial and get an idea. I could be reading a book and a certain phrase or description will set me off on a tangent for a new book. The only thing that interferes with getting ideas is music. I spent so many years as a dancer and a choreographer that I start to choreograph in my head and forget everything else except what I want my imaginary dancers to do. What steps, lifts and turns would work with the music. Now if I’m dancing myself, I can work out my plots, but I just can’t listen to music and write.

I envy you that. When I write, I like to have peace a quiet…a rare commodity since my younges son and his family moved home.

What comes first, names of H/h, location or plot?

Plot and location work hand in hand for me and always come to me first. Names come after the characters start showing their personality. I have been known to change names four to five times before getting a name to stick to a character.

Are you a plotter or pantser?

I am a plotter with pantser tendencies. I’m a plodding pantser. I put in the key goals to meet and conflicts then let the characters tell the story within the guidelines I set.

What is your typical writing day/night?

Whenever I get the chance. I have a full time job so I usually write when I get home, break for dinner and write until bedtime. The weekends are usually my crunch time where I write most of the day and night.

Do you ever have trouble getting into the ‘writing zone’?

Oh yeah, It seems when that happens there is something in the story I’m writing that isn’t meshing with the whole. At those times I start editing what I wrote and that’s when I find either a scene that just won’t work or some action that is not true to what the character would do. Once I change it, the ‘writing zone’ just happens.

My characters ‘speak’ to me as I write their story. Do yours? If so, what’s it like to have a vampire breathing down your neck?

Sigh, if only they would just take a nibble I really wouldn’t mind. J My characters speak, scream, throw tantrums, you name it, they’ve done it. I prefer that to silence. I hate it when a character won’t open up to me, it’s like talking to a rock. When that happens I concentrate on another character and low and behold they start getting a voice. Guess they think I wouldn’t get back to them to tell their story.

Is Hubby supportive of your writing career? Does he help with the ‘hands on’ research?

Oh, you’re a sly one *winks* I have a very supportive Hubby thank God! He lets me be to write and sometimes even takes care of dinner and the dishes if I’m close to a deadline. As for research well, he’s all over that one any time I ask. The funny thing is the man hates to read. He has only read a few sentences of each of my books. He supports me because he loves and believes in my talent, but don’t ask him to sit and read, or go to a convention. He gives me a look of utter horror when I invite him to go with me to author conventions. He would rather gnaw his own arms off before going to one. Lol! 

If you had to descrbe yourself, what three words best suit you?

Reliable, loyal and creative.

If someone else described you, what three words would they use? *evil grin*

Stubborn, driven and diplomatic. (Or so I hear.)

Favorites:

Author?

JR Ward, Kresley Cole, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Erin Quinn (Can’t name just one 🙂

Book?

Gone with the Wind, Black Dagger Brotherhood, Dark Hunters and Lords of the Underworld, Mists of Ireland. (same problem, there is not just one book )

Car?

Cooper Mini

Color?

Purple and black or red and black. Hum…guess you could say if black is in the picture I like the color.

Desktop or Laptop?

Laptop

Dessert?

CHEESECAKE!!!!  (Mmmm! I can identify!)

Holiday?

Halloween

Movie?

Oh boy here we go again. Classics like All About Eve with Bette Davis, the Philadelphia Story, The Underworld movies, 300, Immortal, Highlander, the first movie.

Pen or Pencil?

Pen with black ink. Don’t like blue ink at all.

Penis size? Oops!

Now we all now it’s not the size but how you use it that matters most. *grinning wickedly*

Shopping or Baking?

Gah, I can’t bake to save my soul but I would rather do that than shop. I hate shopping and go to the mall under threat of death once a year. I know I’m not normal. Lol!

Then I’m not either. I hate shopping!

Vacation Spot?

The Caribbean, Fiji Islands, Ireland or Scotland.

Here in Canada, the changing seasons would be much different than what you’d experience in Nevada? In fact, it’s freezing cold right now. What is your favorite season? Why?

I love the spring and summer seasons. Here in Nevada it boils down to hot and hotter, and the hotter the better for me. I hate being cold, which makes my wanting to go to Ireland and Scotland so strange, but I love the people and their history.

Do you think you’ll try your hand at different genres in the future? If so, which ones? 

I will definitely do Historicals and may even do a contemporary thriller sometime.

What pearls of wisdom would you like to impart to aspiring writers?

Write because you love it. It’s a hard business and you have to have a tough skin so be prepared for negativity. It’s part of the business, learn from it if you can. If it rings false, then ignore the slurs and continue on. Whatever you do, don’t stop writing, going to workshops and honing your craft. Find a critique group you can work with, this will help and remember the most important thing. Submit your work to as many publishers you can and never say die. 

Passion’s Flight is releasing February 29th through Evernight Publishing.

I love the cover!

What prompted you to write this story? How long did it take?

This is the second story in the series and Tegan just sprang to life halfway through the first book. I thought it would be my moody Cajun who would take the story forward, but Tegan had a MUCH louder voice. The story was hard to write. It’s taken me seven months just to put it on paper, that’s not counting the editing I did afterwards. I think it was hard because this is the book that sets the mood and plots for all future books. In Dark Passion Rising you got to meet the characters and get a taste of the world they live in. The second cements this and takes it further for both the characters in the first book and for Tegan and Kyra.

Ohhh! Sounds good!

What characteristics/personality traits make your hero and heroine memorable?

Tegan is highly intelligent. He’s the Breed’s doctor and one of their most vicious fighters. He’s combative, brutally honest, and couldn’t care less what people think of him. Inside he is loyal, sensitive, and way too serious. He’s the type of person who would give you his right arm if you had need of it. He is the most vulnerable hero I have ever written, which makes him my favorite character.

Kyra is independent, intelligent with a strong dislike for foul language. Something Tegan is fond of using any chance he gets. An extremely competent fighter her biggest obstacle is learning to trust. The secrets she holds makes having close relationships with anyone near to impossible. She lives her life in a bubble, isolated and never truly living.

Can you share the blurb? Excerpt?

BLURB

With ferals attacking the human populace in greater numbers than ever before, Tegan Murin has his hands full these days. When he is ordered to find and destroy a deadly artifact known as Oman’s Seal, deal with his estranged step-father, and find a missing archeologist. He’s a bit irritable. Add into the mix a recurring dream of one sexy seductress leading him to his death…well, you get one very pissed off were-panther.

Kyra Navarone is an archeologist who is more than what she seems. Escaping from the ferals who captured her, she ends up running into the brooding, irritating man who makes her blood run hot just with one look. Her life depends on the betrayal of this compelling man, but how can she live with herself afterward?

With ferals, An Atlantean Tracker, and Lucien closing in on them, they are running out of time, Tegan and Kyra must learn to trust each other in order to survive. More hangs in the balance than their lives. Their actions could very well spell the end of everything for not just their world, but the world hidden beneath the waves as well.

EXCERPT

His gaze caught once again on her face as she stopped at arm’s length away from him. Her eyes, he noted slanted up at an exotic angle enhancing a heart shaped face. Her nose was small, straight with a small upturn at the tip and her lips, Gods those lips were made for a man to kiss! Full and pale pink, he had the sudden urge to see if they were as soft and lush as they looked.

“You are different from the others,” she stated it as fact in a husky voice, filling his mind with all kinds of lecherous ideas.

“Yeah, I’ve been accused of that before,” he replied giving her a slow smile.

Her arched brows angled down in a frown. “No, I mean I think you are here for me.”

“Any other time, sweetheart, but this is hardly the place for a conversation. We need to get out of here fast before some real bad guys come back here.”

“Yes, it is not safe here. You must go,” she agreed turning to head back into the forest.

He quickly grabbed her arm turning her to face him. “Whoa there, no way am I leaving you alone, lady. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

She pulled back from him. Her voice brushed over him like velvet, yet her words rang with steel. “I am quite capable of taking care of myself. Just get out of here now. I will not be the cause of more deaths.”

“I know how to handle myself, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he purred, giving her his best seductive smile.

He watched those gorgeous eyes narrow with irritation at him. “My pretty little head? You just didn’t say that to me did you? Of course you didn’t. Because if you did that would mean I was dealing with a real imbecile. No, I take that back. I would be talking to a chauvinistic, egomaniacal jerk who had the IQ of a rock.”

“Wow, a rock huh?” His eyes narrowed, all thoughts sexual dissolving in an instant, “Who the hell are you, lady?” He felt his temper rise, never a good sign when his cat prowled just under his skin.. “I’ve been called worse things in my life, and though I would love to stand here and argue with you, I just don’t have that kind of time, so if you don’t mind, move your ass.”

“I have never met a more disagreeable person in all of my life,” she huffed.

“That life will be very short and painful if we don’t get the hell out of her. Now!”

“I just so happen to know this area very well and I don’t need to be saved,” she snapped back at his abruptness. Moving swiftly away from the burning bodies and out to the main path. They walked for some time in a strained silence stretching between them, tension spiking between them until she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Are you always this… exasperating?”

“Baby, that’s my middle name,” he drawled. “Now get that pretty little ass moving.”

“Do you have to use such base language? Honestly, it shows a lack of intelligence.” she grumbled as he marched her out of the settlement to a small overgrown trail.

“Didn’t your mama ever tell you it’s dangerous to judge a book by its cover? It may just take your head off,” he advised dryly picking up the pace. “By the way, do you have a name or should I just call you pain in the ass?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a jerk?”

“Every minute of every day.” He chuckled. “Your name?”

She huffed out an irritated breath. “I am Doctor Navarone, Kyra to my friends, which by the way you are not.”

Shannan is offering one lucky commenter a free ebook. Winner’s choice, Book 1, Dark Passion Rising, or Book 2, Passion’s Flight. Draw will take place on release day, February 29th. Don’t forget to leave your email addy with your comment.

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Review – Atticus for the Undead by John Abramowitz

Published February 4, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Tonight I had the pleasure of reading a new author and I must say, I’m impressed. I enjoy legal thrillers…John Grisham being one of my favorite authors. Paranormal, not so much, but this book is a splendid mix of the two.

 When John sent me this book to review he brazenly stated, “I’m fairly confident that if you start this one, you won’t be able to stop. :)” I thought, okay, we’ll see. Well, I’m happy to say he was absolutely right! I received it at one o’clock this morning, intending to read it tomorrow. Yeah, right! It is now five-twenty in the morning and I just finished it. Yes, it was that good.

Hunter Gamble is a lawyer who makes a living from defending arcanes—paranormals, who are allowed to co-exist with humans in his world. And he’s very good at it.

Samuel Pollard is a zombie accused of murder and he hires Hunter to defend him. So begins a fast-paced, haunting tale of unforgettable drama—one you won’t want to put down.

 John Abramowitz has written a futuristic version of legal thriller mixed with paranormal. This novel is one of the best I’ve read in years. It’s looking like Mr. Abramowitz has a brilliant writing career ahead of him.

Thank you, John, for allowing me to read and review your work.

Atticus for the Undead can be purchased at Amazon.

Welcome New Author, Ju Dimello!

Published October 4, 2011 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

I consider it a privilege to have my good friend, Ju Dimello, here today to share her call story. We met online in 2009 and have become the best of friends. To be signing contracts within a few weeks of each other just feels so right. She’s hosting my pre-launch party today at her blog. Please welcome Ju and leave some comment love.

First off, I have to give a big, sloppy smooch to Lorraine, who wanted me partying on her blog on the same day she is having a pre-launch party at mine 😉 Head on over, to say “hi” to her for a chance to win her debut release! And read on while I extol the virtues of a quality that Author Michelle Styles often repeats.

 Perseverance does have its merits…

 Like all other writers, I don’t want to start by saying how many “years” I’ve been writing… Needless to say, it’s been on and off for ages, just tinkering around without an aim, and frankly, it might sound like forever. During the second half of 2009, I decided to become serious about it. I did, creating my online id : Ju Dimello, the aspiring author, and got involved in online writer activities—like getting critique partners, joining a group of fellow writers etc. And the funny thing was, I believed my writing had some merit.. Gah! I still envy my own blissful ignorance, and also wish I had some of that blind confidence left!

 Frankly, I’m happy that no one gave me a contract for those initial stories of mine. I still cringe looking back at those “learning” manuscripts. 

 The fog around my eyes cleared soon enough, from the time I hit “submit”. I’ve garnered a cartload of R’s which are all “starred”, labeled as “important” in my gmail, as souvenirs along my journey towards publication. There were, of course, countless times when I just wanted to give up, endless moments of “I’m writing cr*p” and I trudged on because of the sheer encouragement given by my online friends. (If you’re reading this, you know who y’all are.) I’m really glad I did continue to learn, panst (the pantser equivalent of plot), write, lather, rinse, repeat…. 

 Writing is a hard, lonely task. Of course, some writers can’t not write. I always need an end goal so I can focus on what I’m working at – For eg, I don’t think I could write if I didn’t dream of getting published. 

 There were times when I wondered, “What the heck am I doing?” I have a blog, I have great followers. Let me not mention twitter, FB, goodreads account, etc, but for what purpose? It isn’t enough if our CP’s, or acquaintances (whom you beg to read your book once) declare it’s fabulous. 

 Then I realized one thing… a tiny thing that seemed so obvious once I thought about it. I have surrounded myself with online friends who’re serious about books (both reading and writing, not to mention reviewing), so that even if I wanted to tuck tail and run, they wouldn’t allow me. Some, well – yeah, like Lorraine, might happily grab me by the neck and throw me back to the wolves 😉 if I as much as gave her a chance, which I didn’t, thankfully!  She’s a real motivator in that sense.

Well, someone had to threaten with the proverbial boot up the keister! LOL

 Honestly, there were more than enough times when I was ready to throw the towel down and call it a day. But then some tidbit would crop up somewhere—like an online buddy sold a book, got a fantastic review, or even got a horrible review (those made me realize that even pubbed authors don’t have it any easier)… And that poked me, prodded me to keep going. I wouldn’t say I wasn’t green with jealously, or that I was a saint who took every piece of news with a smiling face. I’d be happy and sad at the same time, confused about my own feelings, and once again, I’d pick up the pen (or open the word document), trying to enter into the heads of my characters. 

 The happiest moments were when the characters spoke to me and I lost myself in their stories. (Gotta love it when that happens.) Of course, many are shelved, never to see the light of day again, but then… who knows… the characters might pop up again, this time with a new story to tell and maybe I can do them justice some day. 

 Now that I have a contract from Ellora’s Cave for my ménage story, I’m literally over the moon! Frankly, I thought getting the “YES” from a dream publisher was the “destination” of this publishing journey and had expected to surround myself with pizzas and ice cream, pass my days in total bliss. I know you’re snickering there at my innocent assumption, but well… 

Yeah, quite the assumption…cover art, edits, more edits, promo….

 The fun part of making the sale stays until we get the contract, after which I have to think about a lot of stuff, like creating websites, tackling edits, plan for the sequel (and write it too!) Means, I have to bury myself in the writing cave once again! The only difference now is knowing there’s an editor interested in my work, knowing that I’ll have readers in a few more weeks/months makes the entire journey worthwhile. (Oh, and the royalty checks of course!)

Please… don’t forget to send the cheques! LOL

 I’ll sign off this post with another saying that rang true to me. “There is no lift for success. One has to take the stairs.” Am I glad I did 🙂 (And in case you’re wondering…yes, I’m still walking a couple of feet above the ground

Oh, I like that!

 I really want to thank Lorraine for giving me this chance to celebrate with her.

 PS: I’m still awed by her productivity (I’ve dubbed her as a ninja robot)!

LOL!!! Ju!

Thank you for joining me today. It’s been great!

Win a free ebook by Stacey Espino!

Published August 13, 2011 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

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Win a copy of CLAIMING THEIR MATE, the first book in my Pack Seduction series!
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