Welcome to this stop on the Stuff Your Stockings Christmas Blog Hop

Hello everyone!  This is one of 195 stops, yes  195 fabulous authors are part of this Christmas Hop.  At each stop you have a chance to win a prize.  All you have to do is leave a comment and you are entered in that contest.  Here at Behind Closed Doors, you have three chances to enter to win a copy of my novel For the Love of Quinn.  Each day of the event, I will post 1/3 of my free short story A Christmas Miracle for Jake.  If you stop in and leave a comment each day, you will get another entry.  I will pick a winner on Monday December 19th, just after midnight.  So sit back, enjoy the blogs and leave lots of comments!  Good luck!

A Christmas Miracle for Jake


Tammy Dennings Maggy

Chapter One

            Eric nearly ran down the hallway of the hospital Intensive Care Unit toward the room the nurses had directed him.  He stopped just outside the door to catch his breath and get rid of the fear that was threatening to take over.  From the moment the call came from his sister Maredyth, his nerves were raw and his mind would not stop thinking of the worst.  He had to get it together before he saw his mother and sister.  He had to be strong now.

He said a silent prayer as he entered the room. Please, let this be a huge mistake. Jake can’t be the one here.  It has to be someone else.  Eric’s stomach churned and he had to fight to keep what little food he had eaten on the plane from Las Vegas.  He had never seen his big brother look so small.  The tears stung his eyes and blurred his vision a bit, but by sheer will alone, Eric held them back.  It took a moment to comprehend the scene before him.

Jacob Hartley was wrapped head to toe in bandages, tubes and wires.  Machines surrounded the head of the hospital bed, whirling and beeping, keeping time with Jacob’s breathing and heartbeat.  His face was barely recognizable, literally black, blue and purple.  His eyes swollen shut.  Every now and then the respirator took over his breathing for him, just to give his body a little bit of rest.  Oh my God!  This can’t be happening.  Eric approached the bed as his sister reached out for him.  Her body trembled against his, her fear coming off her in waves.  He tried to be strong for them both, but he was quickly losing the battle.

Eric looked over at his mother, Katrina.  She smiled at him as she stood up from the chair that was placed near the bed.  She was small in stature, but she looked ten feet tall to Eric as she walked toward Jacob.  Katrina leaned over, kissed one part of his stubbly chin that was not bandaged, and spoke softly in his ear.  “I’m here, my son.  Momma’s here.  If you can’t come back to me, it’s okay.  Your Poppa’s there with you and he will show you the way.”

“Mom—Jake’s not going to die!”  Maredyth’s red rimmed eyes flashed with determination.  “It’s not his time to go yet.”

Eric knew he couldn’t hide his feelings from his sister, but he was struggling, really struggling to find even a spark of hope that their brother would ever pull out of this. “Mare—“

“No! We can’t lose him too.  Pop’s been gone a year now.  Are you telling me that God could be so cruel and decide to take Jake away almost to the very day we lost Pop?”

* * * *

            “I’m right here my little girl.  I won’t leave you.  We have to convince Jacob he has to fight his way back.”  Michael Hartley approached the bed and looked down at his son, his middle child.  “What were you thinking, Jakey?”

“He wasn’t.  That’s the problem.”

Michael looked up at the heavily tattooed and pierced young man leaning against the wall near the foot of the hospital bed.  “You remind me a lot of him you know, full of piss and vinegar!”  Michael chuckled softly to himself.  “Looks like we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us here, Danny.”

Daniel Quartermarsh moved to Jacob’s bedside.  He nodded slowly and looked up at his partner.  “Sarge, they wouldn’t have sent both of us otherwise.  I just checked in on Quinn.  She’s throwing herself into her work again, but she’s okay for now.  I only left this world a month ago, and she’s not allowed herself to grieve for me.”  He looked down at the very battered and broken man in the bed.  “Your Jake is our priority this visit. Once we get him to the island, I’ll make sure Quinn gets there too.

Michael reached out and folded his arms around his wife.  Katrina looked as beautiful to him today as she did on the day they first met.  He wished he could really hold her now, that she could lean on him during this horrible time with their son. Katrina took a deep breath and smiled.  “He’s here with us, Maredyth.”

Daniel smiled.  “I bet the two of you visited each other’s dreams too.”

Michael kept his arms around his wife of over 40 years.  “Now and forever.”

* * * *

Chapter Two

            The waves crashed on the beach, bringing him out of his dream with a start.  Jacob bolted straight up out of bed in panic.  “Where the hell am I?”  He stared at his reflection in the mirrored walk-in closet. “Where the fuck are my clothes?”  He glanced around the bungalow, his eyes adjusting to the darkened room.  The curtains of the sliding glass doors were gently billowing into the room from the balmy sea breeze.  He found a pair of jean shorts on the chair near the door and slipped them on before heading outside to check out his surroundings.

Just outside his quarters, he found a large patio, barbecue pit and bubbling hot tub. “Sweet!”  By the looks of the vegetation, Jacob knew he was somewhere in the Pacific Islands, maybe even Hawaii or Tonga. Then again, maybe he was on someone’s private island.  It really didn’t matter.  He just wanted to find out what the hell was happening to him.

Two figures walking along the beach appeared in his sight. He waved to them as they started to move up the beach toward his bungalow.  The younger man looked about his brother Eric’s age, covered in tattoos, and something about his eyes made goose bumps pop out all over Jacob’s skin.  They were blue green like the ocean and Jacob couldn’t make himself stop staring at them until the other man spoke.  “Welcome to the island, Jakey.”

Jacob’s knees buckled and the younger guy reached out to steady him.  “Pop?  How…am I dead?”

Michael took Jacob’s free arm and helped Daniel escort him back to the patio to sit down.  “Not exactly.  This is what the Big Guy Upstairs calls Limbo.  We like to refer to it as the island.  Better sound don’t you think?”

Jacob’s head nearly exploded with the lightning flash of images zipping through his mind. The last he remembered was the highway wet with the Christmas rain and then the semi that was suddenly in his path.  He put his head in his hands and groaned. “I don’t want to remember anymore.”

“Here, let me help you.” Daniel placed one hand over Jacob’s eyes and the other cradled the back of his head.  A gentle warmth washed over them both and the pain quickly faded.

“How’d you do that?”

Daniel smiled.  “Trick of the trade, brotha.  Something we hope you won’t learn for many more years to come.”

Michael reached for Jacob’s hands.  You were brought here for a reason.  It’s not your time yet, but you have to want to go back and live, Jake.”

“What happens if I decide not to go back, Pop?”

His father’s face fell and tears rolled down his bearded chin.  “There’s nothing that’s written that says you have to go back.  It’s your choice, but know this. If you stay, you will miss your chance to be with your always and forever.  You will not get the joy of holding your first born for the very first time, and you will never know the love of a beautiful woman who needs you as much as you need her, heart and soul.”

Jacob shook his head sadly.  “That’s not gonna ever happen for me, Pop.  What you had with Ma was once in a lifetime.”

Daniel’s bawdy laugh caught Jacob off guard.  “Yep.  You were right, Sarge.  He’s stubborn as a mule.  Quinn will definitely give him a run for his money!”

Jacob was more than a little confused. “Who’s Quinn?”

“My sister. She’ll be here soon and you’ll see for yourself.”

“She’s in Limbo too?”

“Not exactly. She comes here to escape in her mind. She can decompress here and just let go.  Quinn’s going through hell now.  I died almost a month ago on Thanksgiving and she hasn’t really dealt with it.” Daniel’s eyes clouded over a little bit before he smiled again.  “Apparently the two of you have a destiny together, but it’s up to you to decide whether or not you want to fight to get it or just give all of it up.”

Jacob groaned.  “So you two are what? Cupids for God?”

Daniel’s laugh boomed out over the patio again.  This time, Jacob couldn’t help but laugh with him because the sound was infectious.  “You could say that.  From what I know about my sister, you are exactly her type, and I approve of your ink, brotha!  But I do think you need a bit more.  How about a couple dueling dragons covering your back?”

“Hey now, Danny! Don’t go covering him up with tattoos before Quinn gets to meet him.  From what you told me, I think she’ll agree with the dragon choice.  That is once she conquers her fear of needles.”

* * * *

Stop in tomorrow for the next two chapters!

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A hot and sexy Vampire has taken over the Blog!

I am Steffan Matthews. I am the vampire leader of Ambrose Heights and I am the guest blogger at Author Tammy Dennings Maggy’s Behind Closed Doors. “Guest” is a little bit of a reach now that the words have come out of my mouth. In actuality, she didn’t put up much of an argument once I flashed my fangs in the request, so maybe I should rephrase this to say I “took over” the blog.

My apologies to the lovely Ms. Maggy- I would never do anything to harm you. I must confess; the fangs were a bit of a faux pas on my part. They seem to descend on their own, overriding my self-control when I see a beautiful woman. I am a vampire, but don’t forget- I am still a man. To my credit, I did spare you the drool.

Well, now that I have composed myself, I am here and this is what I want to talk about- The story of my family and the woman that wrote the books, Maya DeLeina.

To start, take a look at the series that is based on my family.


The Ambrose Heights Vampires series

This Erotic Vampire Romance series follows the Matthew’s Lair as they intermingle with society, develop human-like serums, craft doctrines, connect with other vampire families and paranormal beings and search for their fated mates. They reside in the ultra-exclusive neighborhood of Ambrose Heights. Ambrose Heights sits high up on the mountain, overlooking the town of Manitou Springs, Colorado. And while the town is known for its healing spring waters, fabled underground passages and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft, the town’s residents find Ambrose Heights mysterious and inexplicable- they don’t quite know what to make of the gated community that seems to have appeared overnight. If only someone had done their homework. After all, the name Ambrose says it all- Immortal.

Catch the Series Book Trailer here: http://youtu.be/Ek5bvb1_-CA

Maya DeLeina is the Author that brought my family’s stories to life. Here is an account of the day I met Maya DeLeina and how she became the author of the Ambrose Heights Vampires series.

Maya DeLeina took her time walking through castle. Admiring the antiques that I had collected over the years, she made her way to the great room where my family waited for her arrival in sheer anticipation.

The invitation we sent to her was for dusk. At this time of day, the mountain terrain that sat outside the floor to ceiling windows that flanked the entire length of the great room radiated in swirls or purple and pink hues. We thought this would calm her.

After all, we didn’t quite know how she was going to react being among the only human in a room full of vampires.


“Why me? Why did I get an invite here?” Maya asked. I had her seated in my Tibetan antique chair in front of the family. She looked calm and collected, but I could tell she was shaking on the inside.

“You know our town and we know you have the ability to craft some tantalizing tales.” I responded.

Maya nodded her head.

“And you know about us, who we are. Don’t you?” Rhys said in a menacing tone.

Maya nodded her head once again, signaling her affirmation in the statement. Her body stiffened in fear.

“Maya,” I called to her in a soothing tenor.

Maya turned her attention to me.

“We will be leaving Ambrose Heights soon. We can’t stay any longer. People are starting to wonder about us.” I said.

“Ok. What do you want from me exactly?” Maya asked.

“We want you to write about our family. We want others in the town to know who exactly we were and how “human” we live our life.”

Maya cleared her throat, “How do you want me to write this?”

I looked around the room to my family members. We had talked about what exactly we wanted from Maya DeLeina for quite some time now. I searched their eyes for confirmation and was met with overwhelming encouragement, “We envision a series, where each of us would have our own story. You know, talk about how we became a vampire, what happened here in Manitou Springs. Each of us has experienced wild and unique adventures.”

I paused, allowing for Maya to ask questions. She remained silent, looking at me in a trance.

“You will start with Rhys first. He and his mate had kept a diary of what happened, so this would be a good starting point for you. Then, I would like you to write about me. I will be leaving Ambrose Heights first since I have to set up our residence for the family.” I continued.

“Where are you guys moving to?”

I just smiled and remained unwaveringly silent.

“Oh, I – I get it.” Maya responded.

“After that, you can start interviewing everyone to see where you would like to go after that,” I explained.

Maya smiled and quickly reached for her laptop. The screen illuminated the excitement in her face as the device came to life. The keys on her keyboard popped with exhilaration. “So, I am thinking we can meet down at the coffee shop on a regular basis to go over my progress and answer any questions I have. They have fantastically comfortable winged-back chairs that…”

“No Maya. I don’t think you understand. As long as my family takes up residence here, there is no meeting outside in public on this.”

“What are you suggesting then?”

“What I am suggesting? Would you like to see your accommodations here at Ambrose Heights?”

“Are you serious? You want me to live here while I write about your family?”

“Yes. We want you here Maya. Does that bother you?”

“N-No. It’s just…” Maya stuttered.

“You will be safe. Trust me. When you start learning about our family, you will feel perfectly comfortable in our presence.” I explained.

“And we will have Vaughn pick up food to stock the kitchen with.” Eilian added.

“So Maya, what do you think?” asked Rhys.

Maya quickly turned her attention to her laptop. Her fingers moved like lightening over the keys.

“What are you writing over there?” I asked

“The title of the series.” Maya said plainly.

“So this means you accept?”

Maya looked up and smiled. She turned her laptop around to display what she had typed.

We all leaned in to look at what was displayed on the screen.

“Ambrose Heights Vampires.”

Check out Tammy’s NOT ENOUGH TIME IN A DAY Blog now to read a little about my family’s first two stories Flesh Fantasy and Veil of Seduction


   And don’t forget to get lost in Maya DeLeina’s  Paranormal World




Six Sentence Sunday 12/11/2011

Here we are once again.  Time for the Sunday Six.  This week’s group is a bit of one of the love scenes between Quinn and Jake in For the Love of Quinn.

Her fingers slid from his shoulders to become entangled in his hair as his mouth found her throat.  He knew that was a hot zone for her, and the inevitable happened.  His hands were there to feel her brand-new panties get drenched.  His fingers quickly found the Velcro at her hips.  He looked into her eyes and tore the panties away so they fell to the floor. “Yum.”

Want to see more?  Get your copy of For the Love of Quinn to see just how hot this couple can get.  Will Quinn end up with Jake, or will she choose Steve?

Make sure you stop by and check out the sixes from the other amazing authors participating this week.  Here is the link!  http://sixsunday.com/

Next week I will be in the middle of the Stuff Your Stocking Christmas Blog Hop.  It starts on my birthday, December 16th and runs through Sunday December 18th.  I will be giving away a copy of For the Love of Quinn to one lucky person who leaves a comment.  You can stop by and leave a comment each day because my submission is a three parter.  I will be posting a free short story called A Christmas Miracle for Jake.  Each day will have a third of the story so make sure you come back each day so you don’t miss a thing.  And yes, you guessed it.  This story surrounds Jake from For the Love of Quinn.  It takes place ten years before and gives a bit more background into all the characters.

There are prizes being awarded at every stop along the blog hop so make sure you stop by as many of them as you can and leave a comment.  There are some very cool prizes.  Here is the link. Mark it on your calenders!

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/  (PS…the graphic for the hop is to the right here on this blog!)

Have fun!

Behind Closed Doors Welcomes Author Sylvia Ryan

I’m excited to have one of my fellow Siren authors join me today on Behind Closed Doors.  She writes for Siren’s Menage Amour line and her very first book with them was rated SCORCHING!  So come on in and visit with Sylvia for a bit and then check out the steamy excerpt from Saved by One, Shared by Two.~

You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture.

Just get people to stop reading them.  —  Ray Bradbury

Author Sylvia Ryan

Okay, let’s talk books. But instead of shamelessly plugging my book (which I’m sure I’ll be able to fit in somewhere later on) I’d like to issue a holiday challenge to you. Yes…you! For many of us readers, it took just one really good book sometime in our early adolescence to suck us in and hook us on reading for life. Mine was Flowers in the Attic by VC Andrews, and I bet you can remember the one book that got you started too.

I know, I know this sounds like a lame public service announcement, but I’m going to challenge you by asking that along with the cds, video games, and clothes you buy for the kids on your list this year, add an excellent young adult book for a kid on your list. Make a deal with the recipient that the two of you will read the book at the same time. Take them out to lunch when you’re done. At the very least, you’ll have an opportunity to have a conversation—interact with them on a deeper level than just asking how school is going. And maybe, just maybe, you may have opened up a world to them that they’ll enjoy for a lifetime, and that’s a win/win situation for everybody.

Now let’s talk about my book. First let me warn you, I do not write young adult books, so please don’t buy my book for your favorite young adult, or they’re going to have a lot of things to talk to you about during that lunch! But I do invite you guys to check out my erotic romance, Saved by One, Shared by Two. It’s my first, and only published book, and it’s getting great reviews. If you’re into ménage, strong heroines and alpha males, you’re going to love this book. Check it out on Goodreads.


I also have to thank my hostess, Tammy for letting me rant and then shamelessly plug my book.

Sylvia Ryan

About the Author

Sylvia lives the life of an ordinary wife, mother and professional existing in Midwest Suburbia, USA. She reads voraciously and loves to lose herself and fall head over heels for the alpha males in the novels she reads.

When she gets the chance to shed the prim and proper persona of average wife and mother, her secret identity, Sylvia Ryan, emerges. This alter ego strives to write original ideas in extraordinary settings for her readers to remember long after the book has been read. Her dream is to transform her racy thoughts and naughty nature into tangible works of erotic fantasy for others’ secret identities to enjoy.

Blurb for Saved by One, Shared by Two

Survival…that’s all Julia was hoping for when she set off alone. The EMP left nothing working, and civilization crumbled rapidly. Her plan to flee to safety failed and she lay dying when Arden found her. He brought her home and saved her life.

Julia has no choice but to wait out the winter with sweet, sexy Arden and his seductive best friend, Ben. She tries to ignore the sexual tension and constant temptation of living with the men, but eventually she gives in to each man’s seduction. When both men come to the realization that they are in love with Julia, their lifelong friendship prevents them from competing for her. So, a deal is struck between them. She will accept and love them together, or not at all.

ADULT EXCERPT (For Readers 18 and over)

Ben took Julia’s hand and led her to her feet and over toward Arden. Julia climbed on top of Arden’s lap, one leg on either side. She positioned herself over his hardened crest and pierced herself on Arden’s cock. She took him quickly into her with a moan of pleasure. Arden placed his arms around her, stilling her and pulling her body flat to his chest. He stroked her back and hair while holding her in this intimate embrace.

“If you want to stop, just tell me,” he whispered in her ear. She knew then what they wanted. They had never tried this before. Julia’s response to Arden’s whisper was a groan of need.

“Ride me, Julia,” he said as he started moving her hips with his hands. They were chest to chest, Arden inside her to the hilt, her clit rubbing rhythmically against the base of his cock.

Julia sensed Ben coming up behind her before he even touched her. He caressed his hand down the center of her back. She knew he was in no hurry. He just watched her and Arden lazily moving against each other.

Ben found her small rear entry with his finger and rubbed teasingly before penetrating the tight little hole with his finger.

Julia’s immediate push back, penetrating herself deeper onto his finger, prompted a loud “yes,” from her lips. Ben added another finger to the penetration of her tiny, tight anus, and she rode Arden’s cock and Ben’s fingers slowly, relaxing a little.

Ben worked his fingers, stretching her as she moved on them. Julia knew Ben had been working up to this in the past few months, trying to make her ready to receive his cock in her ass. She was ready, both physically and emotionally. She knew he would never hurt her.

Ben removed his fingers to Julia’s immediate displeasure.

She lifted her head from Arden’s chest and whimpered, “Ben,” but lowered her head again to Arden’s chest as she felt the base of Ben’s cock pressing against her opening.

At once, she realized that she was the one in control of his penetration. She moved herself back and forth on Arden’s cock and slowly impaled herself on Ben’s engorged crest at her rear. In several gentle passes, Julia had backed herself onto the tip of Ben’s erection. She hissed as he slowly penetrated deeper, falling into a rhythm of his own, complementary to her every stroke over Arden’s cock. He slowly worked his way deeper inside of her. Her ass gripped him tight.

She was right on the threshold between pleasure and pain. She was totally filled by both men. Stretched so tight, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath and absorb the pleasure and wickedness of the act. Both men stilled, waiting for her signal to know she was okay and ready.

With her breathing heavy and her pussy grabbing Arden’s cock so tightly, she knew she was close to orgasm. The stimulation would quickly overcome her. “If I start moving, I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

“That’s the idea,” Arden purred into her ear.  

Slowly, Julia began riding Arden again as Ben entered and retreated from behind. Julia’s pleasure was so extreme, all of her muscles clamped down, her body stiffened, and her ability to continue diminished.

“Finish me, please, finish,” she cried, her whole body tensed and frozen in anticipation of her orgasm.

Buy Links

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1619261936/ref=olp_product_details?ie=UTF8&me=&seller=

Siren Bookstrand http://www.bookstrand.com/saved-by-one-shared-by-two

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/saved-by-one-shared-by-two-sylvia-ryan/1106234411?ean=9781619261938

How Stupid Can I Get?

Roz Lee

Welcome to Behind Closed Doors!  Today, author Roz Lee shares with us her experience with something many of us have gone through:  accidentally wiping out something we’ve spent hours working on.

About the author – 

Roz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn’t be more proud of, and are currently raising a ten-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn’t aware of her canine heritage.

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of traveling.

Sometimes I just have to wonder, how stupid can I get? Today is one of those days. I’m closing in on my two favorite words – The End – with my current work in progress. This morning, I even skipped my usual early hour trip to the gym in order to put in some serious time working toward that light beckoning me home. All was going well. I’d managed to write ten pages, mostly dialogue. The scene was emotional, and a pivotal moment between my hero and heroine. I broke away for a few minutes to do some mundane things – like laundry – and came back to it. Still feeling satisfied with where I was, and where the story was going, I decided it was time to take a serious break, perhaps to come back later in the day.

So…I moved my cursor to the little red box in the top right corner, and clicked on it. Bless Word’s heart for popping up a little box asking me if I wanted to save the changes I’d made. At that moment, I had a brainstorm. One little thing I wanted to change before I forgot it. I moved the cursor away from the ‘yes’ selection. My mind had already wandered to the minute change I wanted to make. I should have remained focused on the task at hand. Instead of moving the cursor all the way over to the ‘cancel’ button which meant, no, I’ve changed my mind about doing this, my finger reflexively hit the enter key – with the cursor directly over ‘no’, which we all know means  –  no, I don’t want to save the changes I’ve made to the document.

A day’s work disappeared in the blink of an eye. No way to retrieve it. All gone. Bye, bye.

Jumping off a bridge began to look pretty good, but for a solid five minutes, I stared at the screen in disbelief. I whimpered like a kicked puppy. All that time – lost. Worse – all that wonderful, emotional, pivotal dialogue – gone.

Hours , and a Grande Hot Chocolate with all the calories and fat the Barista could possibly cram into it, later – it still hurts. I’ll write the scene again, and perhaps it will be better the second time around, but I can’t help but feel a kinship with artists who work in transient mediums. I’ve always wondered why anyone would bother to build a magnificent sand or ice sculpture, knowing that it would only be there for a short period of time before nature claimed the medium back. Or what about those artists who painstakingly ‘paint’ in chalk or colored sand, only to see it washed or swept away soon after? As a writer, I like to think my work is more permanent, but today I was reminded that it is only one human error, or one computer glitch away from being as transient as skywriting.

I’ve learned a valuable lesson – one about saving my work more often. To be honest with you, I thought the program was set to auto-save every so often. Maybe this is something I made up in my own mind, but if the program will do that, I’m darned sure going to see that it does it from now on. There is much I don’t know about computers, and truth be told, I do good to operate my cell phone. Maybe that’s stubbornness on my part. I’ve never taken the time to learn all the wonderful little things that my electronic gadgets can do for me. Perhaps it’s time I did.

Get your copy of Four of Hearts

I did manage to complete my latest book without losing any scenes, so I hope you’ll check it out. FOUR OF HEARTS is available from Red Sage, Amazon, B&N and All Romance eBooks.

Here’s the blurb –

Marriage hasn’t tamed Candace Callahan’s sexual curiosity, something her husband Ryan is grateful for, but when she asks him to tie her up for her anniversary present, he knows he’s going to need the help of their friends, Richard Wolfe and his wife, Fallon.

Dr. Fallon Enright is the resident sex therapist aboard the Lothario – the cruise ship co-owned by her husband and Ryan Callahan. When Ryan asks to participate in one of their couple’s rope bondage classes, Richard isn’t sure it’s a good idea, but Fallon assures him all will be well.

What begins as innocent curiosity, blossoms into a polyamorous relationship none of them could have expected, but they are powerless to ignore. When the tabloids expose their new lifestyle, the foursome must choose between the love they feel for each other, or accepting society’s moral constraints.

And an Excerpt –

Ryan froze with his lips against the pulse in Candace’s neck. His erection surged with new vigor against her stomach. Why couldn’t his wife ask for something easy for their anniversary? Something like diamonds, a villa in France, hell, even an expedition to the North Pole. The image in his brain coalesced, and he knew he would give her whatever she wanted.

            “You want me to tie you up?” he asked as soon as he found his voice.

            “Don’t even try to tell me it doesn’t excite you.” Candace wiggled her soft mound against his cock. “I felt that.”

            He had no intention of denying his interest. Only a fool would, and Ryan Callahan was no fool. He continued his exploration of his wife’s creamy soft skin, all the while forming and reforming the new image in his head. His lips left her neck, slipped to her shoulder where he tasted every inch of skin, before angling lower toward the perfect swell of her breasts. His hands held hers pinned flat on either side of her head. He’d tied her hands once, when he’d spirited her away from the Lothario and onto the Vixen, but that had been role-playing more than anything else. He was pretty sure she had something more in mind. He hoped to God she did.

            Her request shouldn’t have been a surprise. She’d spent a lot of time lately talking to his best friend’s wife. Rope bondage was Fallon’s new research topic, and a passion shared with her husband Richard. Ryan inched his way lower, and teased one nipple to a marble hard peak with his tongue, before taking it in his mouth. Candace drew in a sharp breath and arched her back, encouraging him to suck harder. He obliged his wife.

            His wife. The moniker still sent a thrill through his body every time he thought, or said the word. Candace Callahan. His wife. God, what a wondrous thing that was. For nearly a year, she’d been his constant companion, his lover, his…everything. Before he met Candace, he’d been lost and alone, searching for something he couldn’t name. Now it had a name. Love.

            “Well?” Candace prodded on a gasp as Ryan switched breasts, sucking the poor, neglected one in his mouth without preamble.

            Surely, she knew the answer. He couldn’t deny her anything. Still, he made her wait for his reply. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t given it any thought himself. There wasn’t much he hadn’t imagined doing with Candace.

            He released her hands and slid lower until he lay pillowed between her thighs. He brushed his thumbs over the neatly trimmed auburn triangle that drew him like a compass needle to magnetic north. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and fueled a primal need. He swept his tongue through her juices. She ground her swollen flesh against his face, and he knew she’d forgotten everything but this. He dedicated himself to keeping the status quo for the foreseeable future.

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Cowboys, Cowboys, Everywhere!

Today is release day for author Natalie Acres.  Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts is the third book in her Cowboy Boots series with Siren Bookstrand.  She discussed writing of her Cowboy Boots and Cowboy Sex books on my Not Enough Time in the Day blog.  Here she shares with us another blurb and some hot excerpts.  Enjoy!  

Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts


Seduction turns deadly when Abby Rose, an agent with the Underground Unit, decides to put a provocative spin on revenge. Her plan to sleep with a cartel leader backfires when fellow operatives refuse to let Abby face her enemy alone.

Abby’s fellow agents begin the fight of their lives. After discovering Abby will use her body to lure in the man who killed her father and their command leader, seven highly trained special operatives cope with high tensions as each man comes to terms with feelings they never acknowledged.

This team isn’t fighting for another cause or plotting the best way to take out their mark. The stakes are much higher. These men will take up arms and meet their greatest challenge as they work together to protect the woman they admire and love.

Categories: Erotic RomanceContemporaryMenage a Trois/QuatreWestern/Cowboys
Word Count: 55,715
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.


Copyright © 2011

EXCERPT PG 17 for Language

By looking at their past assignments, these men and this woman could walk through fire. The larger teams generally had more weaponry training, and for this particular mission, the Northern Underground Unit would certainly have their skills tested in the coming weeks.

A lot was at stake. This operation was the exception and far from the norm. Each individual there had an intimate understanding of what was required and what they stood to lose.

Their well-respected leader, Conrad McDaniels, was murdered in cold blood along with his wife and four children. Gruesome deaths claimed their friend and superior. From what Brock discovered, every agent present formed a personal relationship with the McDaniels family.

Tears welled in several of the operatives’ eyes at various times during Brock’s presentation. Those weren’t tears of sadness. These fellows were angry. And the lady invented a new definition for rage. Her pale skin had remained blood red since she’d arrived there.

Brock could relate. Another Underground Unit, the Midwestern division, recently lost one of their operatives, and the fallout had been horrific. The team went on a killing spree, eliminating anyone connected to their agent’s death. It was personal then, too. The Midwestern group was a pack of brothers, and when they lost one of their own, the payback was like nothing Brock had ever witnessed.

Returning to the overhead, Brock said, “I’m here today for several reasons. I’ve been asked to deliver intelligence on your upcoming operation. This isn’t just another classified mission that will bring you face-to-face with an enemy. The man who took away your leader, bombed your headquarters, and set fire to houses and flats believed to be owned by your unit plans to make his second home in Southwest Virginia.

“When the target isn’t in Chicago overseeing Club Sex, he’s in my neck of the woods, and that bothers me. My brothers and I want him eliminated before he makes Abingdon, Virginia, another war zone. We fully expect him to become our problem just as he’s been yours.

“I don’t have to tell you what to expect. You already know. You’ve seen what this man is capable of, and you have the scent of his blood.

“You have a disease on your hands, an outbreak that should’ve been contained years ago. Since those who’ve gone before you failed to handle the problem, you now have an epidemic. The time has come to settle old scores.

“This will be the most important detail of your lives. If you fail to settle unresolved debts, you will die. In this situation, on this particular operation, winners leave with the wind in their lungs. Losers take their last breath.

“Juraz Mendete, your target, doesn’t mess around. No one gets close to him. The only outsiders he’s allowed into his home have ultimately ended up in his bed. Three women have done so in the last ten years. Two of them are dead.”

“Where do we find his woman?” Ace Bristol asked.

Brock stood next to the wide screen and clicked the remote a few times. Locating the image of Juraz’s companion, he said, “Meet Mendete’s submissive.”

“She’s not much to look at,” Ace remarked.

Brock shrugged, noting the woman’s cold, glassy eyes. “Thanks to recent information received from an insider frequenting Mendete’s club, we’ve learned Juraz has grown tired of his current sex kitten. Some believe he’s looking for a replacement.” Brock studied the only woman in the room. “Abby Rose?”

“Yep, that’s me,” she answered.

To some, her reply might have come across as a saucy response laden with irresistible flavor, but Brock had studied her like a science. Her retort was anything but flirtatious and friendly.

Brock probably understood Abby better than the men working alongside her. According to military intelligence, Abby was deadly when provoked, and apparently since her boss and his family lost their lives, she’d been in rare form.

He’d spent sleepless nights wondering if Abby had a more personal relationship with Conrad McDaniels, perhaps an undocumented intimate connection no one publicly acknowledged. If so, he needed to know.

Relationships, particularly hidden affairs, had a way of clouding one’s judgment. The unit couldn’t afford mistakes.

Since Conrad’s death, Abby’s behavior had been placed under a microscope. The higher-ups believed she was unstable. Some claimed she’d transformed into a Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. Brock didn’t buy their assessment in its entirety.

Prior to their meeting, Brock talked to several team members. The guys held Abby in high regard. Their admiration was duly noted.

Brock picked up a bulging folder and nodded toward the thick packet as he handed the documents to Porter, seated at his immediate right. “Pass this back.” A beat later, Brock said, “Abby, you’ll be the most valuable, but also the most vulnerable, agent on this mission. That said, you’re expected to follow orders. Step out of line, and I’ll pull you off this case myself. Time won’t be wasted when and if a replacement becomes necessary.”

“I suppose you have someone else standing in line to jumpstart a devil?”

She made a good point, but he could provide an answer Ms. Rose most likely didn’t expect. “Actually, I do. Veronica Remington has volunteered and is standing by. If something goes wrong, she’ll take your place.” And the Remington men were pitching a fucking fit over this, too. Veronica was the last resort, and Brock hoped like hell he didn’t have to call Sloane and ask him to send Veronica inside.

Abby shook her head. Blonde curls tumbled across her shoulders. “Mr. Donovan, I don’t have to paint you a picture. If I’m pulled off this case for any reason, you’ll have to put me down like a rabid dog. I won’t go away. I’m not backing down. I can fly solo and achieve a satisfying end result like anyone else affiliated with the Underground Unit.

“I’ll try to follow orders—I always do—but just so we understand one another, I’m not stepping aside for anyone. I respect Veronica, but—”

“But what?” Brock demanded. “She doesn’t have a pussy in this fucking mess?”


Rated R for content and language

Ace snarled. “I will spank her when this is over.”

“Sure you will,” Casey said. “About like Porter plans to put a dildo in her pussy and paddle her twat.”

“I never said that,” Porter said, keeping a keen eye on Abby.

“Talk about that kiss and I’ll deck you,” Ace said.

“Damn, those lips were sweet,” Porter teased.

Ace faced him. “I wasn’t kidding.”

Porter took a deep breath. Sometimes Ace’s attitude was a real obstacle. He was a smart-ass SOB when he wanted to be. Standing about six foot four, Ace was nothing more than layers of muscle. The only soft spot the man possessed was the one Porter held in high regard, too—Abby Rose.

“I say we take him out right here,” Casey said, always ready to jump the gun.

Casey looked like a kid, and very often Porter reminded himself Casey wasn’t a child, hard to do since the guy looked like a surfer boy of about eighteen. Only a year separated them. Porter was twenty-nine. Casey followed only a year behind.

Still, Casey was a trained killer just like the lot of them. Under normal daily circumstances, he was such a klutz and a clown, but when he aimed his gun and pulled the trigger, no one had a more accurate shot.

Fowler folded his hands atop the table. “I’m ready for this to be over.”

“What’s wrong, Fowler,” Ace taunted him. “Afraid Juraz is gonna tap that?”

“He won’t be a-tappin’ that. I’ll promise ya.”

Porter and Ace exchanged a knowing stare. Porter shook his head in warning. It wasn’t worth the argument. They all recognized the possible scenarios. The best they could hope for was the most favorable. If Abby went to bed with Juraz, they wanted her to kill him before she was forced to fuck him.

Unfortunately, they needed information from Juraz before she pulled the trigger. And he probably wouldn’t open his mouth unless she first opened those long, shapely legs.

Copyright © 2011

Thank you for joining us for The First Annual Natalie Acres Boot Scootin’ Boogie Blog Tour.  Make sure you stop off at the other blogs on the way and say hello!  You may just win a prize at the end!


Welcome to Behind Closed Doors to today’s guest author Leanore Elliott.  Let’s travel with her to Nowhere, Arizona for some sizzling hot romance…

“Big deals and power suits was the life of Madeline Sayers. No love. No color. No life. Out of the ashes of a dying mothers’ last request, she finds herself in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere, Arizona, that is. On her simple quest to return an item, she finds herself stuck in the desert. Out of the blistering heat of the sun, she sees Devon. Although in her eyes he is truly magnificent, she fears him. Will he make her tear down the walls that she had built around herself? The seduction is hot and the colors are bright in Nowhere.”“Aquatica Reviews”

Just imagine, you are a driven girl for success and power in a man’s world. But you’ve never longed for anything sensual or seductive and you never knew what was inside of you, until you meet someone who turns you inside out.

“Ever ridden bareback?” He grinned down at her.

His smile elicited more shivers. “I’ve never ridden at all.”

“There are a whole lot of things you’ve never done.” He reached out to her. “How about we start with this?”

Madeline puzzled at his bold opinions while looking at his outstretched hand.

“Afraid?” he taunted

Watch Out For The Aphrodisiac Lightning Pool…

“Yep, you’re afraid of me.”


You heard me.”

She balled her hands into fists at her sides. “Screw you! I don’t even know you, let alone…” Her words halted as he stood up in the water and stepped from the pool. Oh, dear God, he’s magnificent!

“Remove your clothes and join me, or I will remove them for you.” His eyes locked with hers.

“No one tells me—“

Cutting her reply off, he reached out and lifted her to his wet body. “I won’t repeat it.”

Madeline gazed into his eyes, mesmerized by the intensity of his words. He released her and stood back. Drawing in a breath, she tugged her T-shirt up and over her head.

When Seduction Is Not Enough….


She drew in a breath. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Seduce you.”

“That would be way too easy for you.” Madeline grinned up at him. “You already know I want you.”

Devon tilted his head at her. “But that’s not enough for me.”

“What would be enough?”

“I want all of you.”

Seduction Then, Turns The Tables…

 He hit the water with his hand. “You have never listened!” The voice sounded like Devon’s, but his skin grew darker and his muscles rippled in a strange way.

At the surreal transformation, she sat stunned on the ledge.

“You are not afraid?” His voice sounded strange as he glared at her.

She held steady, but her heart pounded in her ears. “No.”

Reaching out, he lifted her and raised her high. “You will be.” He gave her a chilling smile and stepped out of the pool, carrying her through the cave opening. He headed for the table, setting her in front of it. “You should have listened.” His words sounded clipped and thick.

Now You Meet The Sunset Warrior …

He stood with a towering height. A proud and impressive male, surging muscles bulged from his gleaming, broad shoulders. His bronze skin appeared sleek and deliciously smooth in the low light of the cave. His lean abdominal muscles rippled under the glow of the torches.

Madeline continued to stare at his physique and experienced an unwanted flushing, which coursed through her body. A savage Adonis stood on front of her, possessing an unbridled power to administer both pleasure and pain. Savage confidence emanated from his hunter-like stance. The dark slate color of his glinting eyes reflected an austere rage. He was Devon, but not the same Devon.

He applied his hot tongue to her tender skin. Her whole body shivered as he opened her folds with his fingers, placing his warm lips over her exposed clit.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

Sliding his hot, moist tongue over her with a rapid motion, he tilted her hips and spread her pussy open wider, his rigid, searing tongue plunging inside of her.

I want him to do it more! I need it! Her body shook terribly. No! Madeline fought her own body’s reaction, tossing her head back and forth while his tongue propulsion grew more rapid and the throbbing became a living bliss. Her leg muscles stiffened as she fought her body’s compelling need to give in to the heated, erotic assault. She inevitably lost the battle to resist as her body spasmed and her thigh muscles tightened. The heady orgasm rippled through her body and the room spun around her.

The satisfied brave withdrew his victorious, probing tongue and watched her climax. His intense gaze elicited a lurid wave of fascination in Madeline. An instinctive connection sparked in her consciousness, as if his eyes willed her to free her sensual being, willing her to give in to true ecstasy.

His warm, wet mouth latched onto her nipple, his skillful tongue circling her tender, aching nerve endings. The brave began his pointedly decadent oral journey with a slow taunting of sweeping licks and nibbles. Increasing the pace of his nipple teasing, he suckled harder and tugged gently at her rosy peak with his teeth.

“Ohh!” she mumbled with a helpless shudder.

And The Warrior Wants More Than Devon wanted…

Lifting her away from the wall by her hips, he shoved his hard, pulsing cock into her.

Madeline’s gasps grew loud in the cave as she leaned her body closer to him and rubbed her breasts across his bare chest. He pumped into her repeatedly, with a powerful intensity while tilting her hips forward for maximum penetration.

The absolute wave of rapturous splendor crashed over her, pulsating its way through her fevered body, and she escalated into a full orgasm. Her nipples pinched and ached for his touch, his mouth. Desperate for anything he wanted to do, she wanted to feel it all.

He studied the needy anxious expression on her face.

“Please!” At her plea, he lowered his mouth and sucked on one nipple while he pinched the other with his strong fingers. Harder! She screamed in her mind, and he tweaked them with a gentle twisting. Deeper, I need more of you!

She closed her eyes while imprisoned by the grip of the longest, most torturing orgasm of her life. Colors burst behind her closed eyes, and her body helplessly flushed hot and cold all over. With feverish greed, she tilted her hips forward to get more from the powerful pounding, thrusting back with an aggressive, rapid motion, losing control completely. Her orgasm finally slowed, and she vigorously panted from the intense ecstasy that entrapped her.

The brave adjusted his pace to her spiraling descent from ecstatic madness and ground into her with a slower, more soothing rhythm. Sweet relief washed over her as her body relaxed and she calmed. What is happening? Dizzy with satisfaction, she marveled at the splendid rapture while her lungs struggled for air.

His body tensed, and she jumped when the heat of his cum flowed into her. An exquisite burning fire swept through her limbs like the sharp scrape at the lighting of a match, igniting her entire body as it responded to his ejaculation. She helplessly reacted with yet another orgasm. “Ahh!” A euphoric jolt of astonishment bolted through her.

“My woman now,” he announced with a victorious tone, grasping her ass and squeezing her bare cheeks, tugging her closer to his hips.

The squeezing enhanced her orgasm while moisture seeped from her with an encompassing gratification and Madeline shuddered. “Yes,” she huffed breathlessly as her fifth climax peaked. “Yes!”

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Five Stars from The Romance Reviews!

For The Love of Quinn (Now and Forever 1)


I was checking out the various sites that I have pages on, making sure that the information is up to date, when I was suddenly taken by surprise.  When the screen opened up to the main page for The Romance Reviews, the cover of my book popped up with a review written by author Sam Crescent.  Click on the button on the right side of this page and it will take you right to the review but here is a bit that made me smile…a lot!

“If you love a huge story with major hot and lovable characters, tense emotional scenes and people who you would like to go and slap, then this is the book for you.” author Sam Crescent The Romance Reviews  http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=3815

For the Love of Quinn is available as an ebook from Siren Bookstrand and also on Amazon.  The print version is scheduled to release sometime in January.  I will keep you posted.


Finding photos that inspire my writing…and maybe yours!

One of the inspirations for book two in my Now and Forever series "My Love, My Friend"

I was working on gathering photos for my next promotional video and I came across several that just drew me right in.  This photo of the couple near the waterfall immediately made me think of Sammi and Nathan.  They are two lovers in my next book.  For those of you who have already read, For the Love of Quinn, you will be happy to know that most of the characters make at least brief appearances in My Love, My Friend.  Sammi is Quinn’s cousin and also a veterinarian.  When she travels to California to visit Quinn and Sarah, she meets Nathan.  Some may remember him as the hunky bodyguard/limo driver that takes care of Steve and Quinn whenever they are in California.  I found this photo on FreeDigitalPhotos.net.  The photographer is listed as Dynamite Imagery.  The pictures posted in their gallery there are fantastic.  You can use them for free as long as you give them credit, but if you wish to not give them credit, you can purchase the pictures that you need too.  It’s the best of both worlds if you ask me.  I have no problem giving this artists credit.  They rock!  If you want to see more pictures from Dynamite Imagery, click on the photo and it will take you to the page.

Speaking of writing…

I am opening up this blog and it’s sister blog over on blogspot called Not Enough Time in the Day to guests.  If you are interested in posting, let me know.  I would love to share my space with fellow authors.  No topic is off limits!  Several days in November and December are still open.  If I have a big enough response, I will work on January and February schedules.

Have a Happy Samhein and I hope to hear from you all real soon!




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