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We Don’t Really Talk About That…

Everybody knows the point of writing a romance novel is to keep it sexy. But as I was going through my evening routine last night, I got to thinking… There really is a whole bunch of stuff we leave to the imagination, and with good reason.

Nobody suffers gastrointestinal discomfort in romance novels. Our characters don’t face the sudden urge to pee that sends them out of bed and fleeing for their lives to the bathroom. They don’t have to worry about foot odor or chafing or rashes. It’s rare we see our heroine going through the motions of shaving her legs or waxing her eyebrows, because she doesn’t have to. She doesn’t agonize over her man seeing that little pimple on her shoulder, because that pimple doesn’t exist. Our heroines are always runway perfect, even when they have bad breath and bed head. Hell, even their bad breath is somehow adorable. It’s part of the charm of being a fictional character, I suppose.

We all know the truth, but refuse to admit it: no woman wakes up gorgeous. Yes, there are some women who get up ultra-early with the specific intention of making certain their husbands/boyfriends/whatever never see them without makeup, but most of us just aren’t that person. We write our heroines that way because we’re writing to the romantic, to the illusion of perfection. As artists we’re taking creative liberties with reality, filtering out the unnecessary and unsavory, to give the reader a condensed, sexier version of life.

And since we’re selling fantasies, chances are our hero and heroine are going to appeal to most everyone. I like to write my characters with somewhat vague descriptions so my readers can superimpose the faces they want on them. Of course a few things are always going to happen: we will assume our hero is packing heat like Ron Jeremy and our heroine has huge knockers because those things are the fantasy. But this is where the real-life itty-bitty-titty-committee has the advantage… Us well-endowed girls always suffer from the curse of boob sweat. It’s a real thing, and it can be enough to make us run for the shower at the first thought of personal contact. But even if the chick in the book is packing triple-D hooters, she’s still going to be ready to get it on without a second thought…

Because boob sweat isn’t sexy. Neither is the act of getting the bra strong enough to contain them off. We leave those details out, again, to present the beauty without the reality. It’s much more fun to witness our hero sliding the bra strap off the girl’s shoulder and kissing the spot where it was. That’s a pretty image. Utilitarian bras are not.

Random: Have you ever noticed how nobody talks about the horrible things corsets do to the body when the heroines wear them? Those things hurt like a mother.

But in some ways the glossing over of real life almost feels like cheating. I mean, you can’t play in the Olympic games if you don’t train, right? Half the fun of the mating ritual is the pre-game. The anticipation. The tension. The hope that your hard work will pay off. I suppose there are worse things than filtering relationships though rose-colored glass though. Considering the luxuries of Western civilization we take for granted, we can’t really complain about our bushy eyebrows, can we?



Ahem… now that I have your attention, let me tell you first and foremost that I have shamelessly tricked you to get you onto my blog today. That tactic is called a “bait and switch” for those who don’t know, and it’s all part of the social experiment. Yes, it’s a known psychological fact that certain words and phrases trigger automatic reactions in humans. I know. I studied psychology for a few years.

Throughout the month of March, I’m going to be conducting two experiments, which means the purpose of this post is twofold.

FIRST – I’m going to track which of my posts get more hits – the ones with raunchy, quirky titles, or the ones with normal, intelligent titles.

SECOND – For those of you that hang around and read this far, I’m offering a choice regarding romantic fiction. I recently had two books release within days of each other. One was contemporary romance. The other was paranormal romance.  I want to see which one sells better.

So to you, my readers, I present said choice. I want you to do two things now. First, I want you to choose one of the books below and buy it. Then after you read it, I’d like you to come back and leave me a comment telling me which one you chose and why. If you’re willing, I’d also like for you to tell me what you liked and didn’t like about the book.  If you choose to buy and read both, PLEASE come back and tell me which one you liked better and why.

Anyone who participates will be entered into a drawing (details to come!) at the end of March.

The point of this experiment? To see which of the romance subgenres has a bigger following. So, ladies and gentlemen…




Something In the Air
Purple Sword Publications

Release Date: February 6, 2013

Kelly Ray Patrick is a sweet, southern girl who has never been lucky, either in finances or in love. But as the recent co-recipient of a lottery jackpot, she and her friends have set out on a Valentines-themed singles cruise in the hope of relaxing and meeting Mr. Right. Only, to Kelly Ray’s surprise, Mr. Right appears to be her best friend, Dominic James. Nic appears to be feeling the effects of the trip as well, and has discovered his own interest in Kelly Ray.

The only thing stopping them: their friend, Trevor, who has been carrying a torch for Kelly Ray since they were all kids. Will respect for that friendship be enough to stem the budding relationship, or will they throw caution to the wind and indulge in their desires?

Buy It Here: Purple Sword Publications
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 Loki'sGame 200x300Loki’s Game
Sugar & Spice Press

Release Date: February 9, 2013

Unemployed museum curator Lily Redway responds to an advertisement in the newspaper, thinking she is applying for a job. On the other side of that small, black-and-white box awaits two things: a fantasy world come to life, and a man named Rowan Keir.

Rowan is a man with many secrets. He is a shape-shifter, a descendent of old world mythology, and the guardian of a rare and valuable Nordic artifact. He is also being hunted by the god Loki and has spent the last six-hundred years outsmarting and outrunning him.

With the fury of Asgard on Rowan’s trail, Lily finds herself caught up in a real-life fantasy story, a love triangle, and an ages-old war that pitches her into a different world and one very hard truth:

All is fair in love and war.


The Tour Goes On!


My tour, that is. Today is Day Four, which means there are three previous stops. Want to check them out? Do it here:

Day 1: Alexx Momcat’s Gateway Book Blog
Day 2: Fandom Fanatic
Day 3: Girl Who Reads

More to come as I get the links. Randomly, the Twitter Party was a blast. We actually trended with the hashtag #LGTP (Loki’s Game Twitter Party), and it made me a very happy little writer.

That’s pretty much where we stand at the moment. Oh, except for the fact that the buy links haven’t quite made it up yet. Anyone who wants Loki’s Game can get it on the SUGAR & SPICE WEBSITE. For those of you who want Amazon, B&N and ARe, it’ll be up by Friday. Links to come as we get them.

A/N: I stand corrected. We’re now available on All Romance eBooks!

And there was a bit of a snafu with the Goodreads page. Somehow the ISBN number is linked to another book already. That alone is enough to make my eyes crossed. Oh, well…we’ll get it fixed.

Then we get print copies later this year.


Until then, take a look at the Rafflecopter Giveaway! Two copies of Loki’s Game up for grabs!

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Ho Ho Ho-Liday Hop Winners!

First and foremost, thank you to everyone who joined us on this little adventure! We’re all amazed and humbled by the number of entries… you like us! You really like us!

Ahem… moving on.

We have more important things than me being silly. We have winners!



GRAND PRIZE: The Gigantic Gift Basket goes to…

Carole Cuzzort Allan

SECOND PRIZE: The $10 Amazon gift goes to…

Gale Adkins Nelson

THIRD PRIZE: The $5 Amazon gift goes to…

Sherry Johnson


Everyone please be on the lookout for an email from me (Siobhan) so we can verify your prizes and get them out to you!

Thank you again for playing, and come back to visit often!

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: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

It’s Day Two of the Backlist Bash, and joining us today is Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy. Lee Ann brings us a lovely romance named In Love’s Own Time.

SHR: What makes this particular book your favorite?

LM: It has a little bit of all my favorite elements – it’s part contemporary, part time travel, a ghost story and a love story.

SHR: Who published it? When?

LM: Rebel Ink Press February 2012.

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

LM: I started writing this novel and then shelved it about halfway through because I went to work as a substitute teacher.  When my schedule settled down, I went back into it and finished it.  The first finished draft was much longer and I decided the story bogged down so I cut a lot of stuff I realized was unnecessary.  I “almost” sold it twice – meaning I was invited to send the full MS after two partial requests from queries before Rebel Ink Press accepted it.

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

LM: Promotion and the ongoing nature of promotion – I’d rather just settle down and write, edit, and write but I spend a lot of time doing promotion because it’s necessary.  I don’t mind doing promos – in fact I have a background working in media, both print and broadcast, but I resent the time it takes away from writing.

SHR: Unrelated: What’s your favorite color?

LM: Red.






There may be no place like home and nothing like love…..when history teacher Lillian Dorsey inherits a three story Edwardian brick mansion from the grandfather who banished her pregnant mother decades before, it’s a no brainer.  She’ll visit the place, see it and sell it.  Instead Lillian’s captivated by the beautiful home and intrigued by the ghost of the original owner, Howard Speakman.  Soon she’s flirting with the charming, witty gentleman who’s been dead for more than a century and before long, they admit it’s a mutual attraction.  Still, when she’s alive and he’s dead, any shot at being together seems impossible.

 But where there’s a will, there’s a way… one afternoon while pretending to visit the past the impossible becomes a brief reality.  If they visited 1904 before, Lillian knows they can do it again and if so, she can prevent Howard’s untimely death.  With a combination of love, powerful hope, and stubborn will, Lillian bends time to her will and returns to the summer of 1904.  But Howard’s death looms ahead and if she’s to find a happy ending, she must save him from his original death.



“Lillian.” Howard sounded hoarse, his voice cracking with emotion although she wasn’t sure which one, fear, elation, or sorrow.  “This is 1904.”

“How could it be?” Even as she protested, she knew it was true.  The old house was new.  The smell of fresh paint mingled with the Dutch cake aroma and as she’d noticed earlier, the book covers were bright.  Howard’s sheet music pages never yellowed but sparkled unblemished white.  It was true and if it was 1904, then Howard was alive.  He wasn’t a ghost.

Lillian reached for him, stretched out her hand to touch him, and closed her fingers over his arm.  Through the wool of his sleeve, his skin was warm, so alive, and tears formed in her eyes.  Her right hand stroked the curve of his cheek and she clasped his hand with the other.   He twined his fingers through hers, tight as if he might never let go, and pulled her right hand to his lips, brushing her skin with a faint, soft kiss.

“Oh, Howard.”  Her voice broke.  “Howard, you’re real.”

She could touch him now and she could smell him, a rich masculine aroma of soap and leather, and the outdoors.  Before, he’d been a ghost, not tangible, not touchable but for now, he was both and she reveled in him with every sense.  She touched his hair with trembling fingers and rubbed her cheek against his suit jacket.  When she lifted her face, his eyes blazed with emotion and she knew before he bent down they’d kiss.

In her dream, the kiss’d been sweet but in reality, it was sweeter.  His lips heated hers, melted, and moved against her mouth until she couldn’t breathe.  She put her arms around his neck and he held her, one hand flat against her back.   Until now, he’d been unattainable, almost fantasy, but now he was a man, a man who held her in his arms, and she wanted him.  Desire burned like a wavering candle flame but without warning, Howard released her.

“Lillian, I forgot myself.  You must forgive me.”

Her lips, bruised from his mouth, stretched into a smile. “I’ll never forgive you if you don’t kiss me again, Howard.”

“I shouldn’t.” His voice sounded muffled. “But I’ll, sweet Lillian, though I shouldn’t.  However, for the moment I’m alive. Carpe diem!”





A Bit O’ Promotion…

Haven’t done this in awhile, but it’s time again.

This week marks the second birthday of my second publisher, Rebel Ink Press. They’ve got some great things scheduled, and as part of the team I feel the sudden urge to pimp my stuff.

There’s a Facebook Birthday Party starting this weekend. If you can’t get in, let me know and I’ll throw an invite your way.

I have two books through Rebel Ink, and because there’s a huge 25% off sale at All Romance eBooks this weekend, I’m going to tell you a little bit about them.

First up…

(Contemporary Romance)

Kelly Ray Patrick is a sweet, southern girl who has never been lucky, either in finances or in love.  But as the recent co-recipient of a lottery jackpot, she and her friends have set out on a Valentines-themed singles cruise in the hope of relaxing and meeting Mr. Right.  Only, to Kelly Ray’s surprise, Mr. Right appears to be her best friend, Dominic James.  Nic appears to be feeling the effects of the trip as well, and has discovered his own interest in Kelly Ray.

The only thing stopping them:  their friend, Trevor, who has been carrying a torch for Kelly Ray since they were all kids.  Will respect for that friendship be enough to stem the budding relationship, or will they throw caution to the wind and indulge in their desires?

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(Contemporary Romance)

Damaged divorcee Evangeline Wilson has agreed to join her friends on a singles
cruise to celebrate their new-found wealth.  She is not exactly thrilled about the idea of stepping back into the dating world after her very recent and very bitter separation from her abusive ex-husband.

While struggling to fight her own inner demons, Eva finds herself in the company of a gorgeous stranger named Alejandro.  He immediately turns on the charm and she fall hard… only, he is not quite honest with her at first about his real identity.  Alejandro is the Captain of the Spirit of the Deep, and though he seems determined to focus all of his attention on Eva, she quickly begins to question whether he is capable of juggling such an important job, a major crisis, subversive crew members, and her delicate emotions all at one time.

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These two books are part of a series… presented to you in the order they should be read.  However, if you choose to read one before the other it won’t matter. They do stand alone perfectly fine.

So why not take advantage of the sale? Pop on over to All Romance eBooks starting tomorrow and buy one.  And while you’re at it, why not check out the rest of the Rebel Ink team as well?