Monday, July 30, 2012

Launching of Five Alarm Lust

Please welcome Miss Elise Whyles to Of Ink and Quille. Today she's celebrating the first book in a trilogy entitled Five Alarm Lust.

Welcome Elise, pleased you could stop by. To celebrate you're having a bit of a contest, aren't you?
Thank you for having me. I'm having a blast being here. Yes, I am. I'm super excited to be able to share Jack and Gillian's stories. They deserve to be happy and I'm offering a free copy of Five Alarm Lust to one lucky commenter.
Wait? Who?
Jack and Gillian - There's a play on their names that is very ironic...I'll give you a hint - it comes from a nursery rhyme.

Survivor Gillian Hilliard is finally healing from the
nightmares of her past Fearing no man will ever find her attractive; she has hidden behind a disguise of simple attire and large glasses. When Gillian meets firefighter Jack Payle, she is instantly attracted, and in the face of that attraction enjoys a wild night of sex with him. In the cold light of day, however, she’s torn apart by guilt and shame, and retreats to the familiar comfort of her simple life.

After years of chasing the wrong kind of woman, Jack is
shocked by the instant attraction he feels for the mousy historian with shadows in her eyes and an unchecked passion beneath the surface. Looking into her dark eyes, Jack can’t help the lust firing his blood or the memories of her response to his touch. Passionate, sexy Gillian is everything he’s ever wanted, and his
heart knows it. Are they strong enough to face down the demons haunting Gillian? Can she trust the man who holds her heart with her darkest secrets as they struggle to overcome the shadows of the past, or will the darkness destroy them before they begin?

Excerpt:


Pain lashed at Gilli, who swallowed against the rising tide of memories. Absently she rubbed at her right thigh, the faint scar searing with pain. Michael deserved to rot in hell, and she hoped he was suffering every day while in prison. “He didn’t put up with me, Mother. I believe you of all people should remember that, since it was you who drove me to the hospital after one of his episodes.”

“You always were a bit of an oaf…”

“The son of a bitch shoved me through a wall, not to mention down the stairs. I’m not even going to argue with you, Mother. The glasses are mine. I like them. They’re staying.”

“Whatever, do try to hurry Gillian.”

Gilli shook her head and listened to the rapid tapping of her mother’s heels on the hardwood floor. “Only woman I know who wants a huge wedding every time,” she grumbled as the stylist finished pinning her hair up.

“That’s it, Miss Hilliard. As per your request, I left most of it down.” The young woman leaned down, her hand on Gilli’s shoulder. “You’re going to knock ’em dead.”

Gilli offered a short, weak laugh and patted the girl’s hand. “Thanks.” She slipped her glasses on and rose to totter toward the door on the stilettos her mother persisted she wear. As she exited, the door closed behind her with a click. Gilli turned, smacking face first into a tall, hard wall of flesh before her. Heat seared her body at the touch of his hands on the bare flesh of her back. Putting a couple of inches between them, Gilli glanced upward. Her heart dropped before galloping in place.

Dark brown hair curled over a tanned forehead, green eyes as dark as pine stared at her, bemusement sparkling in them. “Excuse me, miss.”

She shuddered at the slow drawl curling like a lover’s touch into her core. Her labia pulsed beneath the lace of her panties. A flush crept along her throat to heat her cheeks and she ducked her head to hide the wave of color washing over her face. She cleared her throat. “No, pardon me. Entirely my fault.”

Scurrying down the hall, she gasped at the sensitivity in her breasts. Heavy, full, the nipples throbbed beneath the layers of satin and lace. Desperate to cool her blood, she darted past a couple of women and into the ladies room. The thin metal door offered minimal protection as she locked herself into a stall. A thud filled the silence as she let her forehead drop, leaned against the icy metal, and inhaled.

Gods above, Zeus in the flesh right before me. What I wouldn’t give to have him … but he’s not going… Arousal scorched along her veins, pooling between her legs and soaking her underwear. Like venom, her ex’s sneering tone filled her mind. You couldn’t turn a light bulb on, Gillian. You’re sexless. You should get a boob job. Can’t count…

The soft clunk of the heavy public bathroom door opening preceded Barbara’s biting tone. “Gillian, don’t think I didn’t see you…”

An uneasy cringe escaped in spite of the relief at the shattered memory. Gillian squeezed her eyes shut. “Mother, can I not use the facilities without you harping at me?” Gillian smoothed her skirt down, rolling her shoulders forward in the hope of hiding her erect nipples. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Well hurry up, they’ve already got everyone seated. Goodness, child, you’d think you’d remember this was my wedding!” The bathroom door clicked shut on her mother’s tirade.

With a roll of her eyes, Gillian stepped out of the stall, shot a look at her reflection in the mirror, and inhaled.

“There’s no point in getting hot and bothered over the likes of him. He ain’t going to want you.” Gilli waved a hand at her reflection, a perfect imitation of her mother. “Horn-rimmed glasses, mousy-looking hair, no tits. Didn’t Mike teach you a damn thing, Gillian? Men don’t want a mouse, they want a sexpot, and you’re not it.”

With a quick shake of her head, she smoothed her skirt down, sucked in a deep breath, and pulled open the bathroom door. She glanced around carefully before darting into the hallway.

Pressed close to the wall, she took her place before her mother, feeling like an over-stuffed Easter egg as the Wedding March began to play. A smile pasted on her face, she gripped the flowers in her hand tighter and began the slow but steady shuffle toward the preacher.

Focused on getting there without falling, Gilli gasped at the man standing next to the altar. Laughing green eyes watched her, his lips turned upward at the corners. A slight shadow covered his square jaw. The dark suit he wore clung to his broad shoulders, tucking in at his waist. She wondered if beneath his suit coat, his ass was as good as the rest of him. Embarrassed, she stepped back, narrowly missing tripping on her own gown’s hem.

Her mother’s pointed clearing of her throat drew her attention to the woman sashaying along, the yards and yards of tulle and lace out of place on a woman in her fifties—who’d had six previous husbands and more lovers then Gillian thought healthy. The unspoken warning in Barbara’s eyes pierced clearer than any shouting match could be. There would be hell to pay if any attention slipped from the bride.

“Typical.” Gilli glared at the flowers, disgust rolling in her nauseous gut. She offered a prayer the ceremony would draw to a quick end so she could ditch the shoes, the flowers, and find a quiet corner to relax in, with the help of an expensive bottle of champagne.

She shot a glance across the aisle, heat suffusing her face when she caught sex in a cummerbund’s eye. Screw the wine—what she wouldn’t give to get lost in him. Maybe if she’d been different… Pushing aside the vague thought, she focused on the drone of her mother’s voice as she spoke her vows.


Time for the hard work - what does Gillian think of Jack when she bumps into him in the hallway by accident? The lucky winner will win a free copy of Five Alarm Lust.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Make Me Stay

Inspiration Comes in Strange Places…


Where did the idea for Make Me Stay Come from? One night back in January, I couldn't get the Katy Perry song The One That Got Away out of my head. I was humming it in the shower and bam, the idea for my newest novella hit me.

I hopped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and logged onto my computer as fast as I could. It was one of those moments where I had to get the scene down. It didn't even matter that I was wet and shivering. It was the first time in my writing journey where I started at the end of the book. The chapter kept playing out in my head, and I knew no matter what happened from the beginning of the story on, I had to end up with what I had just written.

Now, don't ask me what that song has to do with a BDSM romance, I'm still not sure. But, for whatever reason those lyrics triggered something in my subconscious. The inspiration was so strong that I managed to write Make Me Stay in three days. The story flowed, and the characters cooperated, so I went with it. Make Me Stay is a story about reconnecting with a lost love and finding away to make life work, no matter how crazy it may seem. It's a love story at the core. I'm really pleased with the final outcome and I can't wait to share it with all of you.

I'm also in the process of writing a second book called Surrender to Me. This novella will feature the main characters, Cade and Gracie, from Make Me Stay, but Martin Abrams will be the focus. You'll meet Martin in Make Me Stay. He was one of those characters that wouldn't leave me, so I gave the sexy Dom his own book.

Here's a peek into Make Me Stay available now from Beachwalk Press…

Can the sub teach the Dom to play?

Natural submissive Gracie Miller thought she had found her other half in Cade Jameson. Not only did he help her through a difficult time in her life, in the bedroom he brought her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. They seemed perfect for each other.

Cade knew what he wanted in the bedroom. Gracie brought out his domineering side and ignited his passion. But he feared he was too dominant for this beautiful, naïve girl, who was so young and impressionable, so he ended their relationship.

Two and a half years later, Gracie returns to town a new woman. She had moved to the city and found a "Master" who showed her what she was truly capable of. Now she's back and wants to show Cade exactly what kind of submissive she could be for him.

But after hearing all that she's experienced, Cade now wonders if he's dominant enough to satisfy her. Can he be the man Gracie needs him to be?

Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM themes

http://beachwalkpress.com/make-me-stay/


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Excerpt…

Ten minutes later they were seated at a quaint restaurant in the center of town. Cade had requested a quiet table in the back so they wouldn't be interrupted. He was confused enough and didn't need any distractions. Being a well-known businessman, he was always running into people who wanted to have a drink with him. Gracie's return would probably be the talk of the town in a matter of days.

Once they ordered dinner and the waitress poured their wine he'd had enough small talk. He wanted answers.

"Why did you come back?"

"I told you." Gracie sipped her wine. "I took a job here."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not." She lowered her head.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Just look at me." He was puzzled over her return and her elusiveness frustrated him.

She quickly raised her gaze, meeting his eyes.

"You walked away from this town without a trace. I don't believe you would come back after all this time to consult. Something isn't right."

"You told me to leave."

"Me!" He tapped his chest. "I told you to leave me. I never expected you to disappear. I thought I'd know where you were and what you were doing." Even though he told her to go, he'd always intended to take care of her.

"Without you, there wasn't anything here for me. You were everything. I had no family. I lived in your house. Where did you expect me to go?"

"We could have figured it out together. I would have made sure you were taken care of." She'd always been his responsibility and when she left he panicked she'd end up on the street.

"I needed to go. I had to figure out who I was. That's what you wanted."

"I wanted you to be happy."

"I am." She smiled. "I told you, I met someone who helped me."

"Then why aren't you with him?" He didn't like to think about her with another man. It infuriated him to know someone else touched what was his, even if he did let her go. "Are you running from him? Is that why you're back here? Do you need my help?"

She laughed. "I could never run from Martin."

He hated knowing his name. "So, Martin was your boyfriend?"

"Not really." She took another sip of her wine.

Her mysterious behavior pissed him off. She'd better start talking and fast.

"Your husband?" He felt his blood boil. Could she have gotten married?

"Cade," she said as she reached for his hand. "I don't want you to freak, but Martin was my Dom. I was his submissive."

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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The Charlie Factor

One, recovering from near deadly injuries; the other, unaware of what he’s been missing in his life. What one man can do, may heal them both.

Charlie Baker is recovering, slowly. Nearly dying tends to make a man reflect on each day. Take into account that his injuries were caused by a premeditated murder attempt, and he certainly isn’t looking for a lover. He is barely welcoming to a friend unable to trust anyone, preferring to hide from the world hours and miles away from the memories.

Gregory Anders hadn’t intended to disturb the man in silent contemplation on the beach, but when his pup, Samson, takes matters out of his hands, he’s forced to at least apologize for his pet’s behavior. There’s no doubt for Gregory that Charlie could use a friend. Clearing the air up front that he isn’t gay helps Charlie to relax, allowing for the cautious beginning of a friendship.

Two men, both alone, for different reasons. What happens when friendship bears more? When support and affection turns into attraction?

Do you take the chance of a lifetime, for the love a lifetime?


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Monday, July 16, 2012

Make Me Stay

Can the sub teach the Dom to play?
Natural submissive Gracie Miller thought she had found her other half in Cade Jameson. Not only did he help her through a difficult time in her life, in the bedroom he brought her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. They seemed perfect for each other.
Cade knew what he wanted in the bedroom. Gracie brought out his domineering side and ignited his passion. But he feared he was too dominant for this beautiful, naïve girl, who was so young and impressionable, so he ended their relationship.
Two and a half years later, Gracie returns to town a new woman. She had moved to the city and found a "Master" who showed her what she was truly capable of. Now she's back and wants to show Cade exactly what kind of submissive she could be for him.
But after hearing all that she's experienced, Cade now wonders if he's dominant enough to satisfy her. Can he be the man Gracie needs him to be?
Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM themes

Excerpt:
Ten minutes later they were seated at a quaint restaurant in the center of town. Cade had requested a quiet table in the back so they wouldn't be interrupted. He was confused enough and didn't need any distractions. Being a well-known businessman, he was always running into people who wanted to have a drink with him. Gracie's return would probably be the talk of the town in a matter of days.

Once they ordered dinner and the waitress poured their wine he'd had enough small talk. He wanted answers.

Why did you come back?

I told you. Gracie sipped her wine. "I took a job here."

Do you think I'm stupid?

Of course not. She lowered her head.

Don't do that.

Do what?

Just look at me. He was puzzled over her return and her elusiveness frustrated him.

She quickly raised her gaze, meeting his eyes.

You walked away from this town without a trace. I don't believe you would come back after all this time to consult. Something isn't right.

You told me to leave.

Me! He tapped his chest. "I told you to leave me. I never expected you to disappear. I thought I'd know where you were and what you were doing." Even though he told her to go, he'd always intended to take care of her.

Without you, there wasn't anything here for me. You were everything. I had no family. I lived in your house. Where did you expect me to go?

We could have figured it out together. I would have made sure you were taken care of. She'd always been his responsibility and when she left he panicked she'd end up on the street.

I needed to go. I had to figure out who I was. That's what you wanted.

I wanted you to be happy.

I am. She smiled. "I told you, I met someone who helped me."

Then why aren't you with him? He didn't like to think about her with another man. It infuriated him to know someone else touched what was his, even if he did let her go. "Are you running from him? Is that why you're back here? Do you need my help?"

She laughed. "I could never run from Martin."

He hated knowing his name. "So, Martin was your boyfriend?"

"Not really." She took another sip of her wine.

Her mysterious behavior pissed him off. She'd better start talking and fast.

Your husband? He felt his blood boil. Could she have gotten married?

Cade, she said as she reached for his hand. "I don't want you to freak, but Martin was my Dom. I was his submissive."

Make Me Stay Beachwalk Press buy link
About the author:
Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBooks industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing and scrapbooking. She hope's you'll get lost in her words.

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Friday, July 13, 2012

Drowning Mermaids by Nadia Scrieva


Topic:  What inspired you to write the novel we're spotlighting? And what was the one part of it the most challenging?



Many people ask about my inspiration for writing Drowning Mermaids, but the answer is not simple and easy to explain. A writer uses everything in their life for inspiration; there are always stories rattling around in his or her skull. I used to imagine scenes while listening to my iPod on long bus rides to school or work, and nowadays I often imagine dialogue while driving. When situations in my own life don’t go as planned, I often feel the need to rewrite them with an outcome more perfectly to my liking. When friends tell me stories about important events in their lives, I listen carefully and sometimes manage to work them into my writing.

My friend Samantha was a huge inspiration for the character Aazuria in my Sacred Breath series, and not just because she has nearly drowned on three separate occasions. (One of those times involved a giant plastic octopus—such a memorable visual!) Samantha is the bravest woman I know, randomly traveling to exotic foreign countries just to explore and learn about different cultures. I have always wanted to go with her, but I have never been able to afford the time away from work. She is very much a lady of the water, and while I was working on Drowning Mermaids, she was having dangerous adventures scuba diving in Thailand. She got a mermaid tattoo after a near-death experience during which she felt mermaids take her hands and lead her down into the deep. She described it as being peaceful, and even said that she thought death by water was the best way to go. I was so moved by her story that I knew I needed to use the scene in my novel.

Of course, there were many challenges along the way. I had planned well in advance to set aside time to write nonstop in late 2011; all the inspiration in the world will be useless if one does not make time to transform the shapeless thoughts floating around inside one’s brain into concrete words. It is almost amusing if I look back now to when I first began writing Drowning Mermaids, for I felt like I had to fight my readers for the privilege to work on the story. I had been working on another series, Thirty Minutes to Heartbreak, for a while, and no one wanted me to pause to work on a different project. It was challenging to find beta readers or find encouragement, and I felt very alone in the project.

On September 22nd, 2011, I posted a snippet of writing on my fan page as a teaser, and my fan copied and pasted it into a comment, changing Aazuria’s name to “Para” (the main character of my other story) and declaring it fixed. At the time this greatly bothered me, but now it is somewhat ironic; that same reader is now probably the biggest fan of the Sacred Breath series! I recently reminded her of that incident, and she was rather embarrassed.

It’s been almost a year since then, but looking back on those difficult beginning moments makes me smile. It just reminds me of how far I’ve come, and how much it was worth it to fight past the naysayers and battle to the finish line of Drowning Mermaids. I often did take breaks to work on the story that everyone wanted, but it would get me out of the mood and set me back for several weeks. By the time I was finishing up Boundless Sea in May 2012 (the third book in the Sacred Breath series) I had at least five beta readers giving me feedback as I wrote. I have never felt such support and enthusiasm for my work, and I realized that I had needed to prove myself and show readers that I deserved their faith before they could place it in me. Now, things are much better and becoming easier every day. As my readers gain confidence in me, I also gain confidence in myself.



Nadia will giving away an eBook copy of Drowning Mermaids to one randomly drawn commenter at every stop.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Accidental Love by Lacey Wolfe


Accidental Love by Lacey Wolfe

Hot Bods Book Three

Has Jane accidentally fallen for the decoy?

Sometimes there is only one thing to do when you get dumped—make the ex jealous with someone new. Which is exactly what Jane plans to do with Ben, an older, handsome man who has agreed to act as her new love interest.

When Ben meets Toby, Jane's unruly dog, he offers to help her train him. But as Ben helps Jane gain control of her dog, he realizes he's lost control of his feelings, and he's beginning to fall for the much younger woman.

Suddenly, Jane can't seem to remember what she ever saw in her ex. All she can focus on is the way Ben makes her feel each time he kisses her. But now the ex has decided he wants her back, and he's willing to play dirty to make it happen.


Beachwalk Press buy link

 
Excerpt

Matt cleared his throat behind her. Jane's eyes widened in shock and she slowly slid her hands from Ben's neck, down his firm chest. She turned to face her ex-lover, and Ben's arm tightened around her waist, holding her close.

"Hi, I'm Ben." He extended his hand toward Matt.

Matt kept his arms crossed. He looked pissed, which was good, she hoped.

"Well, I'm off on my lunch break," she said.

"Don't be late, Jane. We have a staff meeting, so you'll need to be back to handle any gym members." Matt walked away, heavy footed.

Ben took her hand and led her outside to his car. As they reached the vehicle she expected him to drop the act, but instead he opened her door for her and then closed it once she was seated.

He climbed in and asked, "How long do you have?"

"An hour. Fast food is fine if you want to drop me off and then pick me up."

He chuckled. "I know a place where we can share a meal in under an hour."

"You don't have to eat with me."

"Jane, I want to."

The hour went much faster than Jane would have liked. Ben was a lot of fun and took his boyfriend duties seriously. He had opened her car door and held her hand. This was something she could easily get used to. She was going to tell him he didn't have to pretend when they were away from the gym but each time he touched her she was at peace. Was it wrong to have a crush on the decoy? Perhaps it was the George Clooney look he had going on. It was every girl's fantasy.

Ben parked in front of Hot Bods and quickly came around the side of the car and helped her out. Taking her hand in his again, he walked her back. She started to object and it was like he sensed it. Releasing her hand, he tugged her closer and wrapped his arm around her waist, cradling her to him.

They stopped in front of the door.

"I had a lovely lunch," he said.

"Thank you. Me too."

He stepped closer. She sensed what was coming next, and she was more than ready. He rubbed her cheek with the back of his fingers then tilted her face toward his. Leaning down, he gently brushed his lips across hers. She moaned and was almost embarrassed to be reacting this way. He kissed a small line to her neck and her mouth opened, still whimpering. She was lost in the sensation of his light kisses and forgot they were out in the open. She was so turned on that if they had been alone she would have let this man explore her entire body.

Ben released her face, and she was slightly disappointed it was over.

"Have a good day." He kissed her once more on the lips.

He'd kissed her speechless. She didn't say a word. Instead, she simply watched as the most amazing man she'd ever met headed across the parking lot toward his car.

He was good. Very good. Maybe that was why Francesca was always after older men. They really knew what they were doing.



This is Book 3 of 4 in the Hot Bods series. Here is the link and the embed code for the Hot Bods Promo Trailer  


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About the Author:

Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.

Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.

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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Tropical Cougar is available!

Tropical Cougar by Tamaria Soana
Will one night with an older woman change everything?
After finding the love of his life in bed with someone else, twenty-six-year-old Seth Reynolds wanted a fresh start and found it in Jamaica. Being a bartender at one of the island's exclusive resorts has its perks...not the least of them being a very sexy, older woman: Sylvia Radcliff. While she's determined to celebrate her forty-fifth birthday, Seth is equally determined to seduce the most enchanting woman he’s ever met.


Tropical Cougar is an Amazon Exclusive from Ruby Lioness Press




Excerpt :  

Seth woke to the smell of eggs and coffee. Sylvia had ordered them breakfast.

"Get up, sleepyhead, breakfast is here," she said, crawling up his naked body.

"I would rather have you for breakfast, but you have a robe on."

"I couldn't answer the door naked, could I?"

"No, I guess not," he whispered, reaching to tug on the belt of her robe.

"The food will get cold," she replied as she playfully pushed him away.

Seth let out a laugh. "I don't care. I just need a taste. I'll make it quick; just trust me," he said as he hovered over her. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled when she nodded, giving him all the incentive he needed. He leaned down and kissed her lips before traveling down her body. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked hard before he pushed her legs apart, and his tongue found heaven "Mmmm, you taste so sweet." He moaned into her warm flesh.





Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels like her life has begun. She resides in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw has always been her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Growing up she always loved to write, mainly short stories and poetry. She's married with two beautiful young girls and one very spoiled lab mix.

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