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Backlist Bash: Kassanna

Today is a sad day…it ends our Backlist Bash. Here to lead us out with a bang is author Kassanna, talking about her paranormal romance/horror title, SEXUAL HEALING.

SHR: What makes this particular book your favorite?

KASS:  I have several favorites but I found this particular book interesting because of the concept of Vampires catching STD’s.

SHR: Who published it? When?
KASS: Sugar and Spice Press published it on Oct 27, 2012 right in time for Halloween.

SHR: Tell us a little about what you went through to get it published.

KASS: I have a couple stories I wrote with horror in mind. I wasn’t sure they would get published so I decided to try with my short first. I was lucky the publisher liked the idea.
 SHR: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

KASS: The sex in my erotic books. I’m always trying to one up my own books so I try to think out of the box when it comes to sex. Lately I’ve had to get very creative. *hehe*

SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

KASS: Right now burnt orange.



Paranormal Romance / Horror


Rebecca’s clan has gone crazy. A virus has broken out and is running rampant through the vampire colonies. She is tasked with locating a virologist that could help her kindred scientist locate a cure. Rebecca has found the one man that would help them, but it may be too late.

Damian Micheals is a virologist that enjoys the puzzle of the human body. He’s more than a little enthralled when a mocha beauty lands in his lab asking for his help. Of course, he’s willing to hear her out and wants to get to know her better, until she tells him her tale and he decides that her beauty isn’t worth the price of putting up with her insanity.

Vampires do not exist. At least they didn’t until he is attacked.

Now they are rushing in a race against time to find a cure that would save her people and keep those infected from preying on his, and all it may take is a little sexual healing.


The bodies of the security guards crashed through the glass doors and landed inside the lab with a thump, both of them lifeless. Damian watched the sexy woman in leather as she pulled sword from her back. The sound of metal scraping leather split the air. She jerked a gun from the waistband of her pants and pressed the cool metal into his hand.

“No really, who the fuck are you?” he whispered.

“Right now I am the only chance you have to live. The gun won’t stop them but it will hurt like hell. Those hollow tip bullets are filled with holy water. Keep your back to the glass.” She wrapped both hands around the hilt of the claymore and moved to stand in front of him.

The door hurtled open and two men built like tanks stepped across the threshold one at a time. She took a defensive stance and twirled the blade in her palms.

“Rebecca, father sent us.” The taller of the two spoke. “We’re to bring you back to our labs at the Silver Moon colony.”

“Two words, Stanis. Bull Shit. Father put the colonies under quarantine.” Her voice dropped an octave. “Who freed you, Stanis?”

“That’s of no consequence. We need a cure and that human is the only one who can help us. I was told to take him. Your life matters little to us.” He sneered.

“Then you will take him over my dead, cold body.”

“That shouldn’t be hard since you’re halfway there.” Stanis charged her.

Her attention diverted by the threat before her, Damian watched as the other man shifted into the shadows stealthily moving towards them. He raised a shaking hand in the direction he thought the guy moved in, firing a shot when he saw two flashes of red. The being jumped from the corner arms wide, then she was there slicing the blade in an upward arc right through the man. Blood splattered across the chairs and walls. The two halves of his body fell in different directions. She turned to look at him and he saw dots of fluid peppered her face.

“Dude, if you want to get out of this alive put that chair through the fucking window, now!” She kicked his office chair toward him.

Damian stared at the furniture piece and then at the gun in his hand. He tucked the weapon in his pants and quickly pulled it out for fear that he would shoot off his balls. Thinking about it, he jammed it down in the small of his back as he’d seen it done on some television show. He grabbed the arms of the office hair and, screaming, swung it toward the bank of window panes. The glass shattered, raining various sized shards that tinkled as they hit the floor. Damian turned to get her attention and watched mesmerized as she floated through the air, legs tucked under her, sword attached to her back, and a pair of machete length knives held in each hand. She crossed her arms as she fell before the big guy. A big X bled through his shirt from hip to shoulder and he stumbled back. She swirled rising to her feet and started running toward Damian, grabbing him by the collar as she passed him. He glanced her way and she winked.

“Remember to tuck and roll,” she yelled as she tugged him with her through the empty window panes.

He swallowed as he flew through the cool night air with her.






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Backlist Bash: Alexandra Christian

We’re winding down, but not so much that we don’t have a few things left to enjoy… in the spotlight on this crisp November 1st is my good friend and partner in crime, ALEXANDRA CHRISTIAN. On tap is a bit of information about her debut novel (and one of my favorite angel/demon books ever), Hellsong.


SK: What makes this particular book your favorite?

AC: Hellsong is probably my favorite book just because it was my first.  This book is the one that proved to me that I could actually write a novel length piece with a cohesive plot.  I felt very close to the characters and much of it was written during a particularly difficult time in my life.  Therefore, it’s a constant reminder of survival.


SK: Who published it? When?

AC: Hellsong was published by Sugar and Spice Press in October of 2010. 


SK: Tell us a little about what you went through to get it published.

AC: My husband, author Tally Johnson, was a guest at the ConCarolinas sci-fi convention in Charlotte, NC and I had gone with him to support his budding career as a writer and ghost expert.  I had no idea that there would be so many authors and as soon as I stepped in, I was fascinated.  I talked to everyone I could and finally managed to meet the fabulous Kelly Ann Pearson.  We were sitting beside one another on author’s alley, her promoting her new publishing house, Sugar and Spice, and me babysitting Tally’s books.  We got to talking about writing and I shared some of my ideas and goals as far as being a writer.  She was so encouraging and urged me to finish up the piece I was working on and send it in to her submissions department.  To my incredible surprise, she liked it!  And the rest, as they say, is history.

SK: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

AC: Promotion is, by far, the most difficult thing for me as an author.  For one thing, I’ve never been very good at tooting my own horn.  For another, I’d rather be writing an imaginary story than writing a blog post or a character interview. 


SK: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

AC: Red. Definitely Red.



Paranormal Erotic Romance


Can mercy be a sin?

Lonely bookstore manager Theo Chandler lost herself in Hurricane Katrina. Found wandering alone in a swamp with no memory of her life before the storm, she has spent the last few years building a half-life where no one touches her so no one can guess her secret. Only Father Jerome, a voodoo priest who witnessed her birth, and the minions of Lucifer know her true identity and the monster she could become.

As the last of the Grigori, Heaven’s guardians of humankind on Earth, the angel Saraquel should destroy beautiful Theo before the forces of Hell use her to destroy him, humanity, or even Heaven itself. But like Jerome, he sees the humanity in her that far outshines the hidden demon. He forms a connection to her that he has never known with anyone else through all his immortal life. Choosing to protect her, he joins Theo and Jerome in a fight to bring down hell’s design and save her human soul.


Her mind began to wander to the man who had helped her down on the street. How lucky she was that he had been walking by at the exact moment that she needed him. Like some kind of guardian angel. And he was everything that one would expect an angel to be. His frame, tall and angular with wide shoulders and squared hips. His hair so blonde that it reminded her of strands of crinkly silk that fell across his brow. And his eyes. His eyes were so blue that she seemed to see right through them and into his soul. She had trusted him upon seeing those eyes. His voice still echoed in her head, his touch still burning on her skin even though it had only been a moment’s caress. She put her arms around herself, goose bumps popping out all over as she thought of him. She breathed, closing her eyes and imagining what his arms would feel like encircling her shoulders, holding her tight, his lips on her skin.

She laughed nervously under her breath. She shouldn’t be thinking of him like this. She didn’t even know his name, for God’s sake. He could be anyone, but she could remember every subtle nuance of his voice. His smell had permeated her skin and still hung heavy in the air. She picked up the sweater she’d been wearing and held it to her nose, inhaling. The bittersweet scent of red wine mixed with soap and clove cigarettes. It was unlike anything she’d smelled before and it took her back to the moment when he’d grabbed her, keeping her from falling.

Theo hugged the sweater to her body as she crossed the room. It was worn and soft—her favorite—the color of pomegranate seeds. It was still warm from the heat of her body and she pulled it closely around herself. She lay down with it, holding it against herself. If only she could feel the warmth of his body atop hers, then perhaps it wouldn’t be so cold. Theo inhaled again, taking his scent into her, letting it fill her up. She could imagine him breathing into her, his kiss keeping her alive in this concrete tomb she’d created for herself. She opened her mouth to let him in and her mind’s eye made it real. His lips crushing against hers, his teeth scraping across the delicate skin. She groaned, her fingertips trilling lightly across her shoulders and down her arm. If she closed her eyes and blocked out the rest, they felt as she imagined his fingers would, desperate and sure. They slid over the rough threads of the sweater, pressing it into her flesh as they sought out the curve of each breast. She could feel their centers hardening under the fabric and she arched into her own fantasy. She raised a hand to her mouth, covering it to muffle the sounds of her cries, then flicking her tongue over the pads of her fingers. She could almost taste him where he’d taken her hand before and she tasted the smoke tobacco flavor that lingered there.

With her other hand, she pushed the sweater higher, sweeping it aside to rest by the pillow. This way she could still smell him, but her body, now burning with the heat of her waking dream, could cool in the nighttime chill. Taking her fingers from her mouth, she slid them down, working them beneath the fabric of her camisole and using them to caress each nipple. They were so stiff that, at the first touch, they seemed to shrink with pain. But soon they warmed to her delicate teasing and she became bolder. She touched them the way she imagined he would—cautiously at first, then more urgent as his need for her grew. She rolled them between her thumb and forefingers, pulling at them gently until the sensation drifted down in waves to settle at her center. She could feel the pleasure sitting heavy over her sex, the heat becoming so intense that she had to open her thighs to calm it. She could hear his voice echoing in her ears. He called her name, tempting her to touch herself. She could see his eyes, burning blue fire as he watched her. He smiled, almost guiding her hands to her center.

Before she could stop herself, her fingertips were playing at the edges of her sex, pulling the small, dewy petals apart. She moaned softly as the cool air trilled over her overheated skin. The edge of her fingernail scraped over the tiny, swollen nub of flesh at her center and she gasped at the intensity of sensation. Before she knew it, she was crying out, falling faster into a chasm of pleasure built by his suggestion.


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Backlist Bash: Me!

Happy Halloween!

We’re nearing the end of the party, and today I’m taking over my own blog! Why? Because shameless self-promotion is always fun for me. I’ll be talking about Blood Doll, if you don’t mind.

SHR: What makes this particular book your favorite?

It’s dark, it’s sexy, and I wrote it in about two weeks. Vampires have always been one of my favorite creepy critters, and this particular vampire really gets me going. I was in love with Christian from the first time he stepped into my head and started talking. I’ve been asked a time or two which of my heroes I’d most like to meet and it would definitely be him, fangs and all.

Oh, and the cover is absolutely awesome.


SHR: Who published it? When?

Sugar & Spice Press, November 2011.


SHR: Tell us a little about what you went through to get it published.

I was actually in the process of submitting something else when my publisher commented that she had an opening for another Halloween book. I didn’t have anything, but I told her I would definitely get her something. Luckily I’d had an idea bouncing around in my brain that fit. That combined with a substantial amount of time sitting in the hospital with my grandmother gave me the perfect opportunity to kick the story out. I sent it in, and it was out in just over a month.

SHR: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

Keeping a plot going. I’m the type that gets to roughly the half-way point of a story and then decides it’s awful and won’t ever sell. The inspiration leaves and I’m left with a bunch of words and no discernible ending, which means I want to put it down and go play with something much shinier.


SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

I’m partial to red and silver. They were my wedding colors, after all.




Paranormal Erotic Romance


Lana Roberts has come to Boston searching for her twin sister, Sarah. The last place Sarah was seen is an underground club called The Mausoleum. Not realizing what she has gotten herself into, Lana enters, only to find herself in the company of a seductively frightening vampire named Christian Sterling – the only creature in the place that wants to help her. But there’s one problem.

Lana is still human.

If she goes back into The Mausoleum, she’ll be killed, but Christian has a plan…if he can only convince her to go along with it. Can a pair of Halloween costumes, the sexy stranger she has found herself falling for, and a little bit of unorthodox behavior save the day? And just how long can Lana keep telling herself she doesn’t want him?


“How long would it take?” Lana asked after several moments of silence. She shook her head and her eyes seemed to clear. Then she looked up at him, and her cheeks turned a warm, tempting pink color.

“If timed carefully, just a few hours.”

“What happens if it isn’t timed right?”

“You take in too much and turn.” He bit into the burger again, and her face crumpled in confusion.

“I thought vampires couldn’t eat human food,” she said, and glanced down at her own plate. Her stomach growled.

“Vampirism isn’t like you think, Lana.” He placed the burger back on the plate and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Like I said, we eat and drink, we breathe, we have heartbeats. We also crave human blood and will wither and die without it.”

“That’s kind of gross,” she replied, startling a laugh out of him. However, the laugh quickly died as he spotted two familiar faces peering through the grimy door at him. He looked straight at her, reaching across the table to take her hand.

“Are you planning to eat?” he asked. She looked down at the plate, then back up at him.


“Because I think we’re about to have company. We need to make a quick exit.” She grabbed two fries from the plate and shoved them in her mouth whole, which puffed her cheeks out like a squirrel. Christian smirked and patted her hand before pulling a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and throwing it on the table. “Chew fast, sweetheart,” he said, rising from the booth. She grabbed the burger, took a large bite, then grabbed her straw and stuffed her mouth further with soda. Shaking his head in amusement, he took her hand and led her to the side door just as the front door opened.

The pair watching him paused, then whispered something to each other that was lost in the din of the restaurant. Christian tugged her out the door and started down the sidewalk at a brisk pace. Beside him, Lana chewed the mouthful of food quickly, fighting to swallow it without choking. Any other time he’d have laughed at her, but he heard the door of the diner open and the pair following them call his name.

“Chew faster,” he urged, picking up his pace. Lana was nearly running when she swallowed the final time and gave a weak, gagging cough.

“What’s going on?” she choked out.

“We’re being followed.”


“Exactly.” He swept her into his arms and began to run. Nine blocks later, Christian ducked into an alley and dropped her to her feet. “Do you trust me, Lana?” She looked up at him, her eyes wide and perfectly round, and nodded. “Then just go with me on this, okay?” She nodded again. He peered around the alley wall, listening as the footsteps moved in. “They’re coming,” he said, turning and walking her back into the shadows. He pushed her back against the wall and took her face in his hands. “Just go with it,” he said, and kissed her.

This was no tentative first kiss. Christian pressed his full body against her, pinning her to the wall as he threaded his fingers and laid siege to her mouth.


A tremor of delight winged through Lana’s belly. With his body pressed so fully against her, she could feel every ridge of muscle, every twitch, and every beat of his heart. Or was that her own? Either way, it didn’t matter. He tasted of rare meat and grease, and his fingers, like ice, danced along her hairline as his tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with hers. As his slid his fingers over her shoulders and around her back between her and the wall, she let go a desperate whimper and leaned into him. There was no denying now how badly she wanted him.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, that sweetly erotic push-pull that made her lightheaded and reckless. When he finally pulled back, he sighed and pressed his forehead against hers.

“I have wanted to do that since I first saw you,” he said with a weak chuckle. “And I want to do it again and again.”



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Backlist Bash: Zillah Anderson

It’s almost the end, but I couldn’t wrap up this party without a little bit of glory from the resident world-dominant-in-training, Zillah Anderson. She’s with us today to show off her Rebel Ink Press release, Power Chord.

SHR: What makes this particular book your favorite?

ZA: It’s my first erotica title, and it’s a story I had kicking around forever, but was nervous to submit. I like being able to be a little rougher than I might from a female character’s POV, and I really like that I could put in a twist ending to shake everything up. It was fun playing with the fan/celebrity dynamic a little bit. We all have crushes on people, but I don’t think that’s a fantasy people always feel comfortable exploring, especially this day and age. So it was fun to kind of reverse expectations and play with that.

SHR: Who published it? When?

ZA: Rebel Ink Press published it in May 2012.


SHR: Tell us a little about what you went through to get it published.

ZA: I’d written it years ago and it went through several rewrites. I’d been submitting it to anthologies, mostly rock themed stuff, without getting replies. A lot of my friends had worked with Rebel Ink, so I decided to give them a try, and to my delight they liked the piece!

SHR: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

ZA: With erotica/romance, it’s finding a balance between sexy and the emotional aspect and circumstances. For me, the setting and the build-up is just as much a part of it as the main action, so I have to make sure I’m not rushing ahead to get to the “good stuff” when the rest of the story is just as important.


SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

ZA: Black and pink! (with sparkles) 😉



Paranormal Erotica


Drake has gotten used to having things his way – he makes the decisions whether it be recording his music, on the road while touring, or in bed. He may be somewhat older than when he first started, but he can still pack venues and still has fans at his mercy. But while professional success brings about one type of satisfaction, there’s a certain type that he just can’t seem to reach one dull night after a show. He doesn’t party hard anymore – he knows better – but that doesn’t mean he can’t indulge in a dirty fantasy all his own. What would it be like to have ultimate power, to be able to shed the confines of his body and sneak up on the unsuspecting by way of astral travel? What would it be like to seduce a woman when she can’t see him, can only feel him when he wants her to?  And what happens when he’s not the only one who appreciates good music and is turned on by the power of control?



As soon as the opening chords strummed into being, he was back in the daydream, back in the room with her exactly as he’d left her. A strange relief filled his chest and an even stranger heat surged under his skin. He was right behind her, close enough to touch. Her hips swayed to the song’s rhythm, her hand still close to where they both wanted it, but not close enough. Could he touch her in astral form? What the hell, it’s my daydream, he reasoned.

He was right behind her, close enough to touch. Her hips swayed to the song’s rhythm, her hand still close to where they both wanted it, but not close enough. Could he touch her in astral form? What the hell, it’s my daydream, he reasoned.

“Does that make you wet?” he breathed as the guitar once again surged into a fiery series of aural pyrotechnics. She froze as if she couldn’t quite hear him but sensed that something was amiss. “Do you want me to put my hands all over you the way I do my guitar?”

He smiled when she darted to the wall to hit the light switch, apparently forgetting that she hadn’t dressed yet. “Sit down,” he urged, and in the hotel room his fingers curled tighter around his length when she immediately obeyed. The song changed to a sultry ballad with a steady, pulsing rhythm. Perfect. Her lips were turned down in confusion, her dark eyes darting back towards the dresser. “No you don’t,” he rumbled, sliding his presence right up beside her. She didn’t look his way. “Touch yourself, honey. Go on; no one’s here.”


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Backlist Bash: Elizabeth Black

Down to the home stretch! Please welcome the lovely ELIZABETH BLACK, and her erotic fairy tales.

SHR: What makes these particular books your favorite?

EB: It was the most fun to write, and I like my main character very much. I’m a huge cat lover so it was exciting and sexy to create Muca as a kitty shapeshifter. “Purr” is my precursor to my novella “Trouble In Thigh High Boots”, which is my full erotic version of Puss In Boots. “Purr” has done so well I decided to self-publish two more erotic retellings of fairy tales. The other one is “Climbing Her Tower”, my retelling of Rapunzel.


SHR: Who published them? When?

EB: New Dawning Bookfair published “Purr” in the summer of 2011. I’m self-publishing “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” and “Climbing Her Tower” in fall, 2012, assuming they haven’t gone live already.

SHR: Tell us a little about what you went through to get them published.

EB: I was invited to write a twisted fairy tale by New Dawning, and I always enjoyed Puss In Boots. As for my other two stories, this is my first time self-publishing and it’s been a bit of a learning curve for me but overall I’m enjoying the process very much.

SHR: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

EAB: Keeping up confidence is hard when times are slow or when I don’t get much feedback. A slew of rejections in a row can get me down, too.


SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

EAB: Caution Orange? Gangreen? Black vomit? (It’s an ebola thing. Look it up. LOL) Metalflake red and metalflake yellow – those are the colors I want on my the VW Baja bug I’m going to buy someday. My favorite color to wear is black, since I used to work as a stagehand. I wore stage blacks everywhere and the habit just stuck.




Erotic Romance



Muca was a kitty with a little something extra. Not your ordinary Puss In Boots, she shifted into human form to entice all she met. She aspired for her master to become the richest and most respected man in the land, but her job was cut out for her.  He was but a lowly cobbler whom she tried to pass off as the Marquis of Carabas in order to convince the local farmers to trust her against a cruel ogre who tormented them. Would the farmers believe her, and would they find her charms as alluring as she found theirs?


Tita is a Puss In Boots with a little something extra. Being a magical creature, she shifts from a kitty into the form of an alluring, ginger-haired woman when the situation demands it. And what a situation she finds herself in! Her new master Dylan is a poor man who needs a boost in the world. Sly Tita uses her seductive wiles to pass him off to the villagers and the king as the Marquis of Carabas in order to help him gain his fortune. Her plan is not without its problems. Dylan’s malicious brother, Zane, lusts after Tita, and he wants her all to himself, but she refuses to succumb to his treachery. Being a cat first and foremost, she purrs in the arms of her many lovers but her heart belongs to only one man – the king. She hopes that in ensuring Dylan his lofty place in the world the king finds a place in his heart for her. Her life becomes an erotic adventure in reaching her goals.


Rapunzel has never known life outside her tower. She has never felt the company of a human being other than Mother, and she has never been in close contact with a man – until Prince Richard of Norwich climbs into her tower one dark night and sweeps her off her feet. Prince Richard introduces Rapunzel to erotic pleasures beyond her wildest dreams, and she wants more! In order to make her both his wife and his sex slave, Prince Richard needs to spirit her away from that tower, but Mother stands in his way. Prince Richard and Rapunzel begin a tantalizing and dangerous adventure in order to be together as one. And “let down your hair” takes on an entirely new meaning in their fevered embraces.



Muca leapt with ease onto the table and stretched out on her back, legs crossed and tail flicking back and forth. “Ah, this is comfortable. Walking tired me out and my feet hurt. Thank you for letting me rest here. And yes, I like being on equal footing with you, as well. So tell me more about this ogre? I have the impression he’s a real bear.”

The farmer rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw, making the muscles in his face pulse. Muca saw years of frustration and rage on the man’s face, and her heart lurched at his agony. A strong urge to take him in her arms and comfort him overwhelmed her, but she had better ideas to avenge him. She already knew what Derp was like, but she suspected the farmer needed to talk about him – to get the despair off his chest.

“‘Bear doesn’t begin to describe it. We have worked these lands for generations for a lovely family that treated us well, but as happens sometimes, that family came onto hard times and lost all its wealth. Derp, seeing an opportunity, bought the lands for a song. He has treated us like slaves ever since. This has been going on for several decades, back when my father farmed these lands. We can’t leave because we have long-established roots here. Where would we go? Start over? With what?”

He wring his hands until the knuckles turned white. “Derp has taken everything from us. He kidnaps our most beautiful women and keeps them for himself in his castle. He forces us into humiliating activities with him. You’ve seen two – the tea harvesting and the cow patty game. He’s done worse. When any of us displeased him, for even the most mundane reasons, he’s dragged those people into the square in the middle of winter and doused them with ice water. Two people died. He only laughed about it.”

He buried his face in his hands. Muca could tell he was crying because his shoulders shook with the weight of his exhaustion and grief. The sight of his pain brought tears to her eyes and a lump to her throat. She twisted her body until she sat on the table facing him. She placed one paw on his arm, stroking him gently until he looked at her. “I and my Master can help you, if you let us. We can get you away from that ogre, once and for all. Please let us help you.”

“What makes you so special?” The farmer asked. “I hear your Marquis of Carabas is a powerful man, but is he powerful enough to overcome a sociopathic and sadistic monster? Why should we believe you?”

“Because I have magic the ogre can’t compete with.”

“Show us your magic.”

“Only if you give me a pint.”

“You’re on!”


Her corset loosened as Gyorgy unsnapped each rivet in a languorous motion, each snap taking longer than the last, driving her mad with desire. Lyubov’s mouth traveled down her throat, along her collarbone, and down the center of her chest to rest between her full breasts. As Gyorgy lowered the corset, Lyubov’s lips pressed against Tita’s left breast, causing Tita to mewl in ecstasy. Tita knitted her fingers in Lyubov’s mahogany-colored hair and guided the woman’s face toward her nipple. Lyubov flicked her tongue against the bud until it stood at attention, purple and erect. Tita writhed in Gyorgy’s arms, fighting her desire for Lyubov. Why fight it? Fighting it only makes the arousal more excruciating. She fisted the woman’s loose cotton blouse and yanked it down until it rested around her belly. Full, milk-filled breasts bobbed before Tita’s eyes. Without missing a beat, Tita gripped those breasts in both hands and squeezed until milk dribbled down Lyubov’s chest. She lowered her head and lapped at the delicious fluid with her tongue, and then clamped her mouth hard over Lyubov’s right breast and sucked until sweet warm fluid flowed into her mouth.

She pushed Lyubov until the woman backed up to a couch. Lyubov positioned herself lying on the soft cushions with her body facing outward, giving Tita access to her full breasts. Tita took one tit in her mouth as Gyorgy’s fingers found her heat, pressing in tight circles around her erect clit. Oh God, I can’t stand this much longer, but I want it to go on all night… Tita moaned into Lyubov’s ample flesh, drops of milk spilling from the corners of her mouth. No kitty had ever enjoyed such delicious and sweet nectar as much as Tita did at this very moment.

Tita dipped her finger in Lyubov’s bush until she found her slit. Her fingers slid right in, slipping against the woman’s moist lips. With Lyubov’s clit already erect, Tita thumbed it as she sucked hard on Lyubov’s breast. Lyubov’s chest heaved as her breathing labored in her own arousal. Tita wanted this woman more than she wanted any other woman she had ever known, especially now that she breastfed a child. Being a kitty, Tita had a weakness for fresh milk, but not the variety that came from cows. Lyubov sated her unquenchable thirst as Gyorgy’s fingers worked their magic on her own clit.


“My name is Rapunzel. I live here.”

“Such a lovely name… Don’t you want to leave, to see the world around you? There’s an entire town behind your tower.”

Surprised, she thought the meadow surrounded her tower for many miles, isolating her in her loneliness. “So that’s why I hear engines and smell food cooking but I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.”

He took her in his arms, and she didn’t fight his embrace. His grip around her body was firm yet gentle, and she buried her face in his long, charcoal hair. “Let me take you away from here.”

Did she want to leave? She felt safe in her tower but she yearned to run in the long meadow grass far from it, or feel the wind blow through her hair as she rode behind him on his horse. Yes, I want to go, but how? Mother will never let me leave here.

“Take me away with you,” she said.

“Yes, I shall take you far from this tower. How long have you lived here?”

“My whole life.”

“But why? Who would keep you imprisoned here?”

“My mother, but I’m not imprisoned. She’s protecting me.”

“From what? There is nothing in the world to be afraid of. Quite the opposite. I want to show you the world, my fair one. But first, I must touch you.” He brushed her long hair out of her eyes. “May I?”

“Touch me where?”

“Here.” He lowered his face until his lips brushed against hers, like a breeze through the heather in the meadow. Never before kissed by a man, she froze in both fear and arousal, alert to his touch but unable to move. His lips traveled from hers to her cheek, her chin, and her neck, and upon reaching her throat, she gasped with excitement. Yes, she wanted to feel his lips upon her skin, his hands upon her body. Why had Mother kept her in this tower, away from the world? What was out there that scared Mother so?

His gentle touch aroused more goose bumps on her sensitive skin, eager for teasing and the feel of his wet tongue on her warm flesh. His mouth sucked on her skin, bringing forth a gasp of breath from her in both alarm and excitement. She wrapped her arms around his back, slowly at first, and then with more urgency. He felt rugged and manly, qualities she had only heard about but never before experienced.

Her first man pressed his firm lips against the pulse in her throat, and she felt the stubble on his jaw against her tender skin. So this is what a man feels like! So strong and firm, hard yet gentle all at once. Her head spun with the fever of his kisses against her throat and she stretched her head back to give him more room. Heart racing in her chest, she felt the pulsing sinews on his back through his frock coat and then, with trepidation, moved her shaking hands to his broad chest, palms exploring every inch of his luscious body. Strong arms, ripped with muscles, wrapped around her body and held her so tightly he nearly lifted her from the floor.

Stars spun before her eyes and she felt light-headed with arousal and excitement. His hands pressed against her delicate back with such force, she feared he would snap her in two. His touch stirred deep emotions in her that she both feared and relished; she wanted to give her will over to her arousal and to his desire. Her head spun in the throes of his stimulating kiss as his lips traveled from her throat to her waiting mouth. He crushed his lips against hers, taking her breath away, and her head spun in ecstasy.










Backlist Bash: Anna James

We’re going strong even though the end is in sight… With me today is the lovely ANNA JAMES to talk about her Bradford Sisters Trilogy.

SHR: What makes this particular series your favorite?

AJ: I have always enjoyed reading books in a series. I love the fact the characters appear in more than one story and you get to see where they are and how they’ve progressed from when you originally met them—be it bad or good. Family is also important to me and I find family dynamics fascinating; thus, the birth of The Bradford Sisters Trilogy. These are three of my favorite novellas because I was able to incorporate all the elements I love in a romance (passion, desire and romance) three times over and I hope my readers will enjoy reading them as much as I loved writing them. 

SHR: Who published it? When?

AJ: All three novellas were published by Sugar and Spice Press:

Guilty As Charged – Bradford Sisters Trilogy #1 was released in April 2011
Shattered Dreams – Bradford Sisters Trilogy #2 was released in November 2011
Shattered Illusions – Bradford Sisters Trilogy #3 was released in June 2012


SHR: Tell us a little about what you went through to get it published.

AJ: They say the road to publication is littered with rejection letters or emails as the case may be. Well I can certainly attest to that. Although I’ve been writing for many years I was only recently published. Isabella’s Dilemma, my debut novella, was released by Sugar and Spice Press in July 2010 ( Since then I have released 2 category length contemporary romance novels (Coming Home – April 2011 and To Love and Trust Again – January 2012 both from Melange Books, 4 additional contemporary romance novellas, all with Sugar and Spice Press (Guilty As Charged – April 2011, Visions – June 2011, Shattered Dreams – November 2011 and Shattered Illusions June 2012) and 1 short which was included in a Christmas anthology (Christmas Collectibles: A Picture Perfect Christmas – November 2010 Melange Books).

 SHR: On writing in general: What’s the hardest part for you? Why?

AJ: The hardest part of writing for me is creating the love scenes in my stories. Why? Because I want them to convey emotion and sensuality as well as passion. It takes a lot of revisions before I’m satisfied with the final result.


SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

AJ: I don’t have just one but I do like blue, green and red.



Paranormal Romantic Comedy


Bradford Sisters Trilogy Book 1: Guilty As Charged – Nicole’s story

Passion ignites between Nicole Bradford and Max Paradis the second they lay eyes on each other. Nicole seems to be everything that Max is looking for in a woman. She’s sweet and loving and incredibly sexy. But looks can be deceiving. Hadn’t he learned that the hard way? Nicole is crazy for Max. He is sensitive, caring, and his kisses are to die for. But when secrets from her past are revealed will she be found innocent, or is she guilty as charged?

Bradford Sisters Trilogy Book 2: Shattered Dreams – Natalie’s story

Natalie and Reed seemed so happy when they got married just a few short months ago, but an unexpected pregnancy and a subsequent miscarriage throw their marriage into turmoil. Natalie deals with the loss by burying herself in work. Reed is supportive but doesn’t understand why she is spending so much after-hours time with her handsome, sexy boss. And what about their dream of having a family? How can that happen when with each passing day Natalie becomes more distant? Will Reed and Natalie find a way to work things out, or will all their dreams be shattered?

Bradford Sisters Trilogy Book 3: Shattered Illusions – Kate’s story

Two years ago Kate Bradford met Raffaello D’Onofrio while attending a semester abroad. Rafe ran the family vineyard in the Lazio region of Italy but the thing that attracted her to him most, besides his ruggedly handsome good looks, fathomless deep blue eyes and well-toned body, was his love of art. It was a passion they shared together. He had been the perfect man as far as she was concerned and in a few short months she fell deeply in love. She had thought that love was returned. Then she found Annalisa De Luca in his apartment wearing nothing but the shirt Rafe had been wearing the evening before. All her illusions were shattered. Distraught and wanting to escape the pain of Rafe’s betrayal, she returned to her home in Chicago, IL. Now Rafe is back in her life and much to her chagrin, she is still attracted to him. How can just one look from those sexy blue eyes affect her so deeply and what is she going to do about it? Rafe D’Onofrio has just agreed to allow the Chicago Museum of Contemporary Art to display his unique art collection – a collection he had always kept private until now. This after learning the museum’s new assistant curator was none other than Kate Bradford. Once he had thought himself in love with her but after her abrupt departure from his life with no explanation he convinced himself it was just an illusion. So why, after all this time, can the mere mention of her name still send his pulse rate soaring? And what is he going to do about it? Will Rafe and Kate shatter the illusions of the past and find love again? Or are they too much to overcome?


From Guilty as Charged…

Nicole put down the file she was reading and rubbed her bleary eyes. She hadn’t gotten off work until two o’clock this morning and it had been another hour after that before she’d gotten home and crawled into bed.

As she’d expected, Natalie hadn’t come home last evening. There was a message on the machine saying that she was spending the night at Reed’s place and that she had big news to share with the family in the morning.

She hadn’t been able to sleep right away so it had been almost four o’clock before her eyes finally closed. She woke at ten and remembered the work she had to do at the office. After showering, she dressed quickly then left a note for Katie and headed off to work.

There’s no one here, she noted as she got out of the car and made her way to the lobby door, although she hadn’t really expected anyone to be. She held her employee badge to the scanner. There was a buzzing sound and a click indicating the door was now unlocked. After retrieving the files from her office, she went to the conference room. There was a large table in there, which had plenty of room for her to spread out the information she needed to look at.

Several hours passed by and her stomach began to growl. It’s one-thirty now, she noted after a quick glance at her watch. It’s time for something to eat. Standing, she stretched from side to side, then walked down the hall to get the lunch she’d thrown together hastily before leaving this morning. A piece of leftover lasagna from Thursday’s dinner and the rest of the salad they’d had. She stopped at the microwave to heat the lasagna, then went back to the conference room to eat. Her eyes rounded when she noticed someone sitting at the table, his back facing her.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” The man turned around and gave her a brilliant smile. She frowned. “M-Max? But how? I thought you were out of the country?”

“Not any more,” he drawled.

She had recognized him from the picture in Reed’s office, but he probably had no idea who she was. “I’m sorry, I’m N—”

Rising to his feet he said, “I know who you are. Reed told me all about you on the phone last night. But how did you recognize me? We’ve never met.”

Nicole blushed. “Oh, um, I’ve seen pictures—on Reed’s desk.”

“I see.”

“I don’t understand what you’re doing here. I thought you were calling from Saudi Arabia last night?”

“I was on the plane heading home, actually. When Reed told me about the engagement, I told him I would meet you here today.”

“But why? I don’t understand. Reed never said anything.”

He walked slowly to where she was standing, never once dropping his gaze from her. “You know, my brother didn’t do you justice when he described you. You’re not just beautiful—you’re gorgeous.”

Her eyes widened in astonishment. She didn’t quite know how to respond to a statement like that. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. She lowered her lashes and murmured hesitantly, “Thank you.”

She had always thought that Max was good-looking, but to see him in person, he was spectacular. He was taller than Reed—who was just under six feet—by about three or four inches. His eyes were a deep blue and mesmerizing, which drew her eyes back to his. His hair was thick, luxuriant and midnight black. She itched to run her fingers through it.

He tucked a stray lock of her own rich, chestnut hair behind her ear. The small gesture made her realize just how close he was to her; close enough that she could smell a hint of the expensive cologne he was wearing. She inhaled deeply. His head lowered to hers. He’s going to kiss me, she acknowledged inwardly. And I’m not going to try and stop him because I want him to. From the first moment she’d seen him in the picture on Reed’s desk, she’d wondered what it would be like to be kissed by him. His lips met hers and she closed her eyes and gave herself up to pure bliss. She lifted her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer. He’s an incredible kisser, she acknowledged dizzily, and that was the last coherent thought she had as he deepened the kiss.





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Backlist Bash Updates

Morning, world!

It’s been busy around here the last few weeks…well, with the exception of last week. On the personal side of the digital fence, things have been complete chaos. Between the real life job and yet another round of family tragedy (one of my aunts passed away unexpectedly at the end of September), I haven’t had time to stop!

It looks like things are moving along swimmingly here, though. Again, except last week. I had a series of posts scheduled to go up last week that for some reason didn’t, so to be fair to those authors I’m extending the Backlist Bash through November 2!  All next week you get post after post of author goodness! That’s right, kiddos… Monday through Friday of next week will feature books galore!

Just for reference and my own organizational motivation, let me present the remaining participants:

10/26: Anna James
10/29: Elizabeth Black
10/30: Zillah Anderson
10/31: ME! (Shameless? YOU BET.)
11/01: Alexandra Christian
11/02: Kassanna

So, there you have it – the final days of our booktastic blowout! Please stop by and give these ladies some love!