It looks like November 15th is the release date for The Island. That may change since everything so far is going ahead of schedule. I’ll keep you posted!
Thank you all for your support through all of this. It’s been a wild ride so far and I’m looking forward to many more to come!
Brightest Blessings!
Tammy
Happy Labor Day to all and welcome back to Behind Closed Doors for Oh My! Monday. Today I’m excited to have a fellow Siren author with us. Tatum Throne’s newest release Stolen Moment(Enslaved and Enticed 1), is an erotic contemporary paranormal romance. It’s a quick read at just over 26,000 words but you will find out very quickly why it’s rated SEXTREME! If it were any longer, you just might find yourself in a puddle of molten flesh before you reached the final page.
Stolen Moment is Tatum’s fourth book with Siren and the first of the cursed series Enslaved and Enticed. Just reading the blurb has been wanting more…oh wait. I haven’t shared that with you yet. How rude of me. 😉 Without further adieu…
BLURB
Archaeologist Rylie Sawyer unknowingly unearthed a cursed pendant that seduces and kills. Desperate to keep others safe, Rylie plans on using her empathic abilities to steal the pendant back. The day of the heist, she discovers she isn’t the only one going after the pendant.
Trey Masters has secretly watched Rylie from afar for the last two years. He will stop at nothing to protect Rylie, even entrapping her with his abilities. All he needs to do now is keep her out of the game while his team acquires the pendant.
From the moment they meet they have an intense and otherworldly bond. Together, they must use their powers to destroy the pendant. Caught by the scars of the past year, Rylie knows she must trust Trey with her life. As the secrets Trey is keeping are revealed, will she trust the man she’s fallen hard for or run away?
Still not convinced? Well how about a scorching hot ADULT excerpt?
His mouth crushed over hers in a passionate kiss. She moaned as he used the cold cobblestone to hold her up. Trey’s hands came around to lift her legs around his waist. He smoothed his hands up her thighs and reached around to get a nice squeeze of her ass. Rylie twined her arms around his neck and kissed him fully. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and took control. He groaned.
A small part of her realized she was submitting to his touch and that burned. She was losing every part of her life she had control over.
He pulled his mouth away to nibble on her neck and scraped his teeth up over her earlobe. His heated breath whispered over her ear. “I’m going to make you mine.”
She shivered as his hand moved up her belly to squeeze her breast. He didn’t stop there. His hand stroked up the front of her neck, caressing her thrumming heartbeat. His thumb lifted her chin so that their eyes met. His lips brushed over hers, testing her boundaries. Her pussy clenched tightly. She wanted this and was frightened she would get it.
“Masters.”
“Fuck. I like it when you say my last name,” he growled.
She groaned as his cock pinned her to the wall, pushing her pussy lips open. He kissed her again. She could feel the throbbing beat of his cock as he worked her mouth over. Trey slid his hand down to the button on her jeans, flicking it open with an ease that spoke of experience. Her zipper flew south half a second later.
Rylie broke her mouth away as his hand smoothed over her satin bikinis. He rubbed fast circles over her clitoris, making it stand up and pulsate. She sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers pulled her panties aside and they were skin on skin. She wet his fingers as they dove between her lips in a gentle, erotic push.
He thumbed his way up over her nubbin, rolling it around with the pad of his thumb like a joystick. Rylie was getting close. She could feel her orgasm building to a frenzy. All of a sudden, Trey started to hold back. She was balanced on the edge.
“Open your eyes, Rylie. Look at me.”
Her eyes flew open and her nails dug into his rock hard shoulders. “Trey.”
“When was the last time a man got you off?”
Her foggy and sexed-up brain was slow to understand his question. “Um, you mean you don’t know? I thought you knew everything about me.”
“Answer me, Rylie. When was it?”
“College.”
He groaned. “Tell me you’ve been taking care of your sex.”
She chuckled, a deep, husky sound. “Wouldn’t you like to see that?”
“You have a sassy mouth when you’re aroused.”
“Do I?”
“Yes. Keep your eyes open. I want to see them dilate when you come.”
“You can’t make me.”
He stopped playing with her pussy to drive his point home. The loss of friction and more importantly, his kisses, made her realize how much she wanted Trey to touch her everywhere. She tried to move but he stopped her with a rough pinch to her ass that locked her body down tight to his. He licked and kissed his way down her neck and back up again. His eyes locked with hers.
“When we’re together, you’re mine. You’ll do everything and anything I want.”
He edged the knuckle of his forefinger up and locked her clit between his finger and thumb. She groaned as he emphasized his point by squeezing her clit. Pleasure exploded through her body. He rolled it tighter. Her core tightened and her pussy contracted hard.
“Eyes open,” he groaned.
His demand was an order she dared not refuse. Rylie cried out as her orgasm stole her breath away. She bit her lip as she held his gaze. The muscles in his face and body were flexed taut as he watched her go. There was something animalistic about the way he drank up every last drop of her reaction. The primal need to mate was a tribal beat vibrating between them.
Rylie squirmed, rocking her hips as he held her in his seductive grip, not releasing her clit at all. Her body wet more, causing his knuckles to slip back into her pussy.
Rylie was still riding the top note of her orgasm as he lifted her higher on his hips. He reached down with his other hand to pull the corners of her jeans aside as though he were opening a neatly wrapped gift. He reached in with both hands, grabbing the cotton band of her panties. She gasped as he gently tugged, slipping her panties into a reversed thong. He twisted the cotton into his fist while his fingers went exploring.
Didn’t I tell you? Now don’t tell me you don’t want to read more of Trey and Rylie’s story. So go ahead. Click on the book cover above and it will take you directly to the Siren Bookstrand webpage. There you can get your very own copy of Stolen Moment at a 10% discount through September 6th. Go ahead. We’ll wait for you.
I see you’re a little flushed. You’ve already started to read it haven’t you? Well, put your e-reader down a moment and let me introduce you to the author.
Tatum Throne has a master’s degree in social work. She left the field of medical social work to be a stay at home mom and to pursue her dreams of writing romance. She has three school aged boys with her husband, AJ, and two rowdy hamsters named Nibbler and CJ.
When not indulging her fantasies, Tatum enjoys baking chocolate chip cookies, hiking, spending time with her family, and spreading awareness of Eosinophilic Disorders. Tatum is a member of RWA and lives with her family in a tiny suburb of Cincinnati. Tatum loves hearing from her readers. You can reach her at the following links.
Email: tatumthrone@gmail.com
Yesterday I received wonderful news. My publisher has accepted The Island (Now and Forever 2). They’ve set a tentative November release for the ebook version and April 2013 for the print version. As most of you know, this book started off as a short story “A Christmas Miracle for Jake.” I posted it here on this blog during a blog hop at the end of last year. It was in three parts.
Here are the links to those posts so you can get a little sneak peek at the story.
Of course it’s evolved a lot since then and I’ve developed Julia’s story into her own book too. If I can get that one done and submitted, I may have two new books released before the end of the year. I’m not going to force it. If Julia’s story flows well then so be it. I want to be happy with it before sending it in for consideration. As you know, characters want their story told and they don’t give a rip about deadlines! 😉
To celebrate, I’d like to share the song that I heard in my head when I wrote the love scenes between Quinn and Jacob for The Island.
Enjoy!
It’s Thursday once again and I’m happy to welcome Lori King to Behind Closed Doors today. This is the third guest appearance she’s done for me and my alter ego Lia Michaels completing a nice little circuit of hot and spicy interviews and excerpts from her book Fire of the Wolf. It’s actually the first in a series with the second one due for release in just a few months. Trust me. Once you read the snippets she’s shared with us here and on the other blogs, you will want to have this book as well as get in line to pre-order book two. I’ll be right there with you!
Fire of the Wolf (The Gray Pack Book 1) By Lori King
Pages: 187
Publisher: Siren Bookstrand
Blurb:
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Tois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, HEA]
Introverted nurse Caroline Trainor’s apartment burns to the ground, and she is rescued by a sexy fireman. Waking up in the hospital, she finds the delicious fireman and his identical twin brother waiting for her.
Devin and Damon Gray claim that they are alpha leaders of a pack of werewolves, and that she is destined to be their mate. Her logical nature resists this unreal situation, but her body craves their every touch. Struggling with unresolved pain from her past and her need for her own identity, she has no desire to be their house wolf—until another wolf pack’s alpha threatens their lives and relationship with a challenge to the death.
Scared to lose the men she has grown to love like she lost her parents, she runs directly into the arms of the lethal alpha challenger, and the brothers must save her before they all wind up dead.
(Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.)
First Thirteen Sentences
Sweat trickled down her brow and into her eyes as Caroline belly crawled down the hallway as fast as her burning lungs would allow. The acrid smell of smoke made her nose run, and stinging tears spilled down her cheeks. She couldn’t give up and go back. She knew that Molly and Tyler were in the apartment down the hall from hers, and she had to get to them, had to help them.
When the smoke alarm in her apartment went off just minutes ago, Caroline nearly jumped out of her skin. She couldn’t smell the smoke until she opened her apartment door, and found the hallway outside filled with a thick black fog of it. Her mind flashed immediately to a smiling Tyler, who had been playing in the hallway just a couple of hours ago with a baseball and glove, waiting for her to come home from work so that he could show her that he lost another tooth. She had laughed and hugged him while she walked him to his apartment door, and waved a quick hello to his mom, Molly. Molly had invited her into the apartment for dinner, but after a twelve-hour shift at the hospital, Caroline just craved quiet.
She had unloaded her work bag, purse, and jacket just inside her apartment door, then she stripped her clothes off for a hot shower, only stopping on the way to snag a bottle of wine and a glass from her tiny kitchen. After a steaming hot shower to scald away the tension in her muscles, and a full glass of wine, she slipped on her comfiest yoga pants and tank top. Then she had settled onto the couch to watch her favorite Thursday-night TV programs.
Roughly sixty minutes later as she crawled for all she was worth, all Caroline could think about was Tyler and Molly trapped in their apartment and scared, or worse.
Now doesn’t that get your heart thumping? You have to get your own copy of this book to find out what happened to Caroline, Tyler and Molly. So click on the cover above and it will take you directly to Siren’s webpage where you can get Fire of the Wolf in any e-book format you need. Not sure what format your e-reader needs? Not a problem. There is an easy to follow help section on the site to help you purchase and download your copy today. And don’t forget book two, Reflections of the Wolf is due out in October 2012.
Find out more about Lori King and her books:
Adult excerpt from Fire of the Wolf
Oh My! Monday guest spot on Sassy Vixen
Author Spotlight on The House of Taboo
Here we are once again for our Thursday Thirteen. Today’s guest author is fellow Siren Jennifer August. Please join me in welcoming her to Behind Closed Doors. She’s graciously agreed to share the first thirteen lines of her latest fantasy erotic romance, Enlightened (Sexual Magic 2). Enjoy! 🙂
A crisp November wind twirled around Emma Haskins as she strolled up the sidewalk toward My Favorite Martini. She inhaled the snow-laden, chill-tinged flavor of the air and grabbed onto the ends of her red cashmere scarf.
Once again I’m happy to welcome Siren author May Water to Behind Closed Doors. Her bilovable series featuring Molly Doll and her polyamorous lovers is menage at it’s finest…and funniest. Several readers have voted on their favorite funny lines from all four books in the series and May has been kind enough to share them with us today. Just a reminder that this website contains very graphic, explicit material that should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. By reading any further, you agree that you are over 18 and have been warned that the content within could be considered offensive to some people.
Now let’s take that sneak peek into all four of May’s menage and more books from Siren Publishing.
“You go all day barely saying a word, and then you see a candy shop and go off like an alarm,” he mumbled. “And stop sticking out your tongue, or I’ll have to put it to better use.”
She turned her head and stuck her tongue out again. This time she moved it in a very vulgar manner. “Yeah, go on and try, pretty boy,” she said saucily.
He pinched her buttocks, which caused her to jump in her seat. “I’m surprised your teeth don’t rot from all the candy you eat,” he remarked as he gazed out the window.
“I only eat it on special occasions,” she snapped.
Michael turned and arched an eyebrow at her. “I saw you eating some the other day. Are Wednesdays special occasions now?” he asked with a slight grin. Molly laughed out loud.
“You go all day barely saying a word, and then you see a candy shop and go off like an alarm,” he mumbled. “And stop sticking out your tongue, or I’ll have to put it to better use.”
She turned her head and stuck her tongue out again. This time she moved it in a very vulgar manner. “Yeah, go on and try, pretty boy,” she said saucily.
He pinched her buttocks, which caused her to jump in her seat. “I’m surprised your teeth don’t rot from all the candy you eat,” he remarked as he gazed out the window.
“I only eat it on special occasions,” she snapped.
Michael turned and arched an eyebrow at her. “I saw you eating some the other day. Are Wednesdays special occasions now?” he asked with a slight grin. Molly laughed out loud.
“What the hell am I going to do?” he asked softly. His blue eyes glistened with tears. She was suddenly very frightened. He scooted back, leaned his back against her bed, and bowed his head. When he raised it, he locked eyes with her. He licked his lips and gulped before speaking.
“Moll, I fucking love you,” he said softly. Then he bent his head and rested his forehead on his fingers which formed a temple. Molly’s heart jumped in her chest, and her pulse quickened. Those were the words she had always fantasized him saying to her. Well, not the “fucking” part, but it was close.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she cried out. Michael nudged the door closed with his foot and then flung her over his shoulder. She laughed out loud as he carried her up the stairs.
“I’m here because I miss my wife! And my wife’s wife! Evan is parking the car in my mother’s driveway. Jess went with him. Thank god my mother hired that neighborhood boy to keep it shoveled,” he said.
Once they got upstairs he carried her to the bed and plopped her down. Immediately he shrugged off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Molly laughed out loud and sat up quickly. He kept unbuttoning with one hand and shoved her back down with the other. He grinned at her while he undressed, his eyes never leaving her. Very quickly he was totally nude. His athletic frame was oh so appealing and his luscious cock stood at attention. He was about to climb on top of her but she held her hands to block him.
“At least shut the door,” she hissed. Michael sighed, pecked her forehead, and hopped up. She admired his tight buttocks and strong back as he strutted to the door. She heard him talk to the puppy before closing the door.
“Sorry, little Mikey, you can’t come in. I’m going to bang Mommy,” he said in a very sweet voice. Molly laughed out loud when he pounced on the bed and began tugging off her nightie.
“Aw, it took the little guy all that time to make it up the stairs, only to be told he can’t come in,” she teased.
“It’s big Mikey’s time to come in—inside of you that is. Ooh flannel. Very sexy,” he teased as he yanked the nightgown over her head, causing gooseflesh to cover her arms. He blew raspberries on her belly and nipped her breasts playfully. Molly couldn’t stop giggling.
Molly bent over the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide. Jack sidled right up behind her and pressed his hard bulge against her bottom. A finger dipped into her wet hole, and she heard him suck it. Then he smacked her ass quite hard. The sting made her squirm with excitement.
“I want to spank your tender ass until you beg for me to fuck you. I want to make you scream,” he said with a growl.
“But the cupcakes, they’ll burn if I don’t get them.” Molly’s jaw dropped at his words. When he pulled away, it was like a huge void entered the room. She craned her head in disbelief as he hurried down the back stairway.
“Get cozy, I’ll be right back!” he called over his shoulder.
Molly stood upright, a little stunned at his abrupt exit. He was without a doubt one of the most puzzling men she had ever met. Then she remembered that he was a musician. To her that explained everything.
For those of you who want more of May and this series, join us over at Sassy Vixen Publishing. May is our first showcased author on the new site. There you can find out more about Seaside Surrender book 4: Licorice Whips and May herself!
Please welcome guest author May Water to Behind Closed Doors…
You meet someone and boom! The connection is so strong it staggers you. Your very spirit is inexplicably drawn to them. It’s hard to explain to anyone. When you do try to explain you sound a bit nutty. The connection is both comforting and unnerving.You do and say things you would never do or say with anyone else. As if a force bigger than the two of you has drawn you together.
With other people you meet it just may be that niggling feeling deep inside as if you already know them. There is a familiarity which you can’t explain. You actually might want to get the hell away from them in some case. For some reason they just repulse you.
Soul mates, fate, destiny. Is it real? I believe it is. I also believe that the soul mate bus is a ride I want to get off. From personal experience this life time it is not as romantic as people make it out to be. Sometimes it can be the most tragically painful experience anyone should have to endure. Especially when two soul mates initially start off with a bang, and then end with a bigger bang.
Yes, the wise ones say that there are lessons to be learned, the reason you were drawn together was for a higher purpose, look at all the good that came out of the union. I say yawn. I used to say all of that happy crappy stuff too. Now I say that peace is more important.
So, that being said, I decided I’m coming back as a whale next lifetime. Yup, most likely a blue or sperm whale (pun intended since I’m an erotic romance writer). The life of a whale will fit all my needs. Ah it will be so much easier:
– I love to travel so migration will be fun
-I love seafood and kelp type foods. When I’m a whale I’ll just have to open my mouth to eat. Kind of like when I go to the seafood buffet.
-I love to live near the ocean. Hell I’ll be IN the ocean
-Most whales live in family structures. The social creature in me will like that. Plus my offspring won’t be asking me to order things online or shoving things into the shopping cart when I’m not looking.
-But most importantly I’ll take a break from my twin flame soul mate. You see, things ended very badly for us this lifetime. My LOVE BEYOND DIMENSIONS series is a sample of some of our past lives. I wrote them so I would remember the good that once was. Yes there was always drama, but we always ended up together. A present day tale would not have a happily ever after.
So, past lives, future lives, soul mates, twin flame soul mates, destiny, fate. Just nonsense gibberish words to a whale. Exactly what I want next lifetime.
Love & Warmth,
May
Please join May on Coffee Time Romance December 23, 2011 from 7:00pm-8:00pm EST on the Erotic E-loop http://groups.yahoo.com/group/karendevinkaren/ . She welcomes others views on the subject of soul mates and past lives. Please bring a sense of humor.
A poem from MAGNIFICENT KING by May Water
The Lady
By chance he meets a stranger, in greeting grasps her hand,
A vision flickers in his mind, a castle in a faraway land.
She tilts her head a bit to the left, her long hair drapes over her shoulder
Now he pictures her in a violet silk robe.
She looks wiser and somehow older.
She laughs out loud at a joke he’s made,
Her eyes twinkle with delight.
He knows he’s heard that laugh before!
But how could he,
They’ve just met tonight…
Every time she smiles at him,
He longs to hold her hand.
An image of embracing on an ancient bench,
Again in that faraway land.
She is so familiar in every way!
He asks her where they’ve met.
Trying to piece this puzzle by guessing:
Maybe he’s not ready to remember yet.
Again she tilts her head and smiles,
He looks deeply into her eyes:
She lets him peer into her soul; she now wears no disguise,
He glimpses a scene of ships, a throne, and sorrow,
And faintly hears her cries.
He shakes his head to clear it,
Such silliness he’s imagined!
Visions of castles and ancient times,
From a lady he’s just befriended.
Yet his spirit knows and cannot deny
The pull to keep her near,
Go ahead then, take her hand!
Consider this a dare.
Adult excerpt from MAGNIFICENT KING by May Water
(A happy reconciliation of twin flame soul mates)
Jann maintained patience for exactly a week after his conversation with Erick and after one of the castle dances it ended abruptly. Again he sang to his brown-eyed girl. After the last song, they headed back to her private chambers. He was always sweet and respectful. Marewyn adored his boyish charm. They chatted and laughed while they walked. Jann was in an especially jovial and playful mood. Quite unexpectedly, he maneuvered her down one of the sections of the castle that hadn’t yet been excavated. This area was the original structure before Castle Pioneer was built. They seemed to call to him, to lead him down its darkened halls until they reached a huge, ornate oak door. A huge candelabrum stood next to it.
Marewyn ran her hand over the door’s grainy surface and a chill coursed through her body. She had a vision of a stringed instrument lying on a large bed and a fire burning in a pit. She had the feeling that she’d been there before. She kept caressing the ancient door and knew that this had been Jann’s room very long ago and they had spent long hours making love in there. The memory rekindled a passion deep within. Jann grasped the worn handle, and he also felt a chill run through his body. He pictured wood planks and diagrams of boats strewn upon tables. That door seemed so familiar to him. He felt the familiar sexual energy of the room, and his member hardened.
Marewyn and Jann looked at each other with glazed eyes. The lust and love they had kept under control for so long was unleashed. At this very moment in time they had to have each other. They were burning with desire and love, and nothing else mattered
Jann’s boyish charm disappeared as he pushed her up against the ancient door and covered her neck with demanding kisses. “I want you, Mare. The centuries have not dulled my desire or love for you.” His kisses trailed down to her lush bosom, and she arched her back to make it easier for him. He wasted no time yanking down the neckline of her gown.
“I know I’ve loved you before, Jann. I’ll love you for eternity.” She grasped his long ponytail and pushed his head down harder, encouraging him to suck her breasts until they ached. He licked and suckled her dark nipples urgently while he lifted her gown and ran his large hands up her legs. Her excitement rose to a frightening level when he started to rub her clit in a fast circular motion. They were both breathing heavily, hearts racing with excitement. Marewyn reached down and cupped the bulge in his trousers, then immediately pulled his member out. His organ was huge, its tip glistening with pre-cum. She longed to put it in her mouth, but he didn’t give her a chance. He held her up against the door and pushed her gown up further, grasped her round buttocks in his hands and slid his cock deliciously inside of her. Marewyn was dripping wet.
Their moans filled the dark hallway. She met him thrust for thrust and was thrilled to finally find a man who held nothing back. The door banged and thumped loudly, but neither one cared about the noise. They were lost in the ecstasy of passion.
When he held her legs up even higher and plunged in deeper, he reached a spot so exquisitely deep it made her cry out in ecstasy. Marewyn clawed his back as he pumped his load deep inside. Jann
kissed her face, her neck, and her hair repeatedly. “Min MaryMary. My MaryMary,” he murmured.
She soothed his dark hair off of his sweaty brow as he rested his head on her chest. Tears came to his eyes as he listened to her heart hammering away. “My brun-eyed girl,” he whispered breathlessly.
“I’m here, Jann,” was all she could say as tears of release trailed down her cheeks. “I’m here.” She loved this man with all her heart, had already given her spirit to him, and now she had given her body as well.
Where to find May
http://www.bookstrand.com/maywater
http://www.facebook.com/MayWater
https://plus.google.com/u/0/110080619686024824371/posts (Google+)
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!
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
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.
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12336413-saved-by-one-shared-by-two
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.
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Today I would like to welcome fellow Siren author Lynn Tyler to Behind Closed Doors. Her first novel Be With Us, was released earlier this month and her second is due out in February 2012. As a newly published author myself, I know the excitement and the feeling of being overwhelmed at the whole process. Lynn has graciously offered to share with us some tidbits to help us get through it all in one piece.
Before I begin with my guest blog, I would like to thank Tammy for hosting me today. It is always nice when a fellow author helps out a newbie like me.
You would think that, as an honest-to-goodness author, I would be able to rip off a blog post in record time but I agonized over what to write today. Should I write about the process of publication from a new author’s perspective? Should I write about my book? Should I write about myself?
Finally, I decided to go with my gut feeling and write a post about the best and worst advice I have ever received as an author. So here it goes.
1. Read
And read a lot! Almost every author will tell you that they are, or at least have been, an avid reader at some point in their life. Reading hones your sense of flow, sharpens your ability to see plot errors and gives you an idea of what tense and point of view you like the best.
2. Take classes
I will admit the last thing I wanted to do when I graduated from university was take more classes. When I decided to try and write professionally, I found myself in the regrettable position of writing myself into corners without a way to get out. I have a number of unfinished books for just that reason. Finally, I sucked it up and took an online course on story structure, which changed my life. Have no problem with plot flow but need to brush up on your grammar? There are plenty of courses available both online and in any number of college campuses. The last class I took was a website building class, which was how I built my own website.
3. Write what you love
It’s the one piece of advice that I have heard consistently over and over again but it is one of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever received. Love to read erotic romance? Than write it! Trust me, readers can tell if you’re writing for the current market instead of writing something you love.
4. There is a market for everything
Some of the most successful authors were rejected hundreds of times because “there wasn’t a market for the book”. Wouldn’t you hate to be the editor that turned down the Harry Potter series or the Twilight series? Keep trying and you’ll find a publishing house that will be thrilled to publish your work.
5. Research submission guidelines carefully
Yes, there is a market for everything but don’t waste your time submitting your manuscript to a publishing house that doesn’t publish your genre. Online publishing houses and traditional publishing houses who allow unsolicited submissions have strict guidelines. First make sure the publishing house you are considering publishes your genre. Then read the guidelines and FOLLOW them. Do they ask for one inch borders with twelve point font? Do it. Don’t assume that your book will stand on content alone. Many publishers will tell you up front that they will discard any manuscript that doesn’t follow their guidelines without even a second, or sometimes first, glance.
6. Take rejections with a grain of salt and an open mind
At some point during your career as an author, you will get a rejection. Sometimes it will be a form letter. Other times, editors will give you feedback. One rejection letter I received was probably the best thing that ever happened for my writing career. The editor outlined the high points of my work but also pointed out weaknesses. I was able to re-write the book and ended up with a better product.
I could go on forever about the value of websites and different ways to promote your book but I will cut if off here. I hope that this post has been of some value to someone out there and I encourage all of you to keep reading, writing and dreaming.
Cheers!
~ Lynn Tyler
Be With Us by Lynn Tyler ~ MMF contemporary romance available at bookstrand.com
Blurb
Lindsay, a conservative librarian, has always fantasized about being with two men who love her and each other. Much to her dismay, two hot men walk into the Toronto library where she works, eager to make that fantasy come true. But, wary of the scandal a ménage relationship would bring, Lindsay sends them away.
After being convinced to give them a chance, Lindsay begins to realize how close to reality her fantasy is, until a reminder of her painful past surfaces and her fears take over.
Will Lindsay have the courage to seize what she wants, or will she let her past dictate her future?
Adult Excerpt (intended for audiences over 18)
Her silky cheek brushed against his chest when she tilted her head to look up at him. “Good morning.”
“Morning? Is it already morning?” He played with the ends of her hair, marveling at how soft it was.
“Yep. Nick called me and told me where the extra key is hidden. He thought you might like some company.” She slid a thigh over his and circled her finger playfully around one of his nipples.
Liam swallowed a plea and glanced down his body, not surprised to see the sheet tenting. He always woke up with morning wood, and he usually had to take care of it himself since Nick was almost always up and gone before Liam woke up. Fortunately for him, prospects were promising this morning.
“And guess what?” she said, letting her fingers trail farther down his abdomen.
“If you tell me that you’re naked under the sheets, I’ll be your slave forever.” Liam had to concentrate on his English, making sure his accent wasn’t too thick. It always took him a few minutes for his brain to translate his thoughts into English when he first woke up. Nick was used to the heavy accent, but he wanted to be sure Lindsay understood every word he said.
“Sorry, no. I’m wearing a bra and panties. They are black though.” Ah, there was the bra, he thought as he shifted his hand down her shoulders so that he could feel the band. “But I really wanted to tell you that Nick came home early. He went out to get breakfast.”
Liam tried desperately to wrap his groggy mind around Lindsay’s words. Lindsay was in his bed with Nick in the house? No, wait. Lindsay said that Nick had left to get breakfast. The only thing that he could make sense of at this particular moment was the hard plug of flesh throbbing between his thighs.
He jumped when the curvy little librarian shifted even closer and tangled her fingers in his pubic hair. Every thought of trying to speak fled his mind as he flexed his hips, trying to force her fingers lower.
“Kiss me,” Lindsay said abruptly, arching her neck toward him.
Obeying her request without a second thought, Liam brought his lips to hers and let her take control. Heat swept through his body and erotic possibilities flashed in his mind as he made quick work of her underwear.
A sound from the door drew his eye, where he found Nick grinning wickedly. He made a circling motion with his finger, letting Liam know he wanted Lindsay to be facing the other way. He followed Nick’s command, turning her around so that her ass snuggled against his crotch while Nick crept into the bed.
Liam brought his hands up to mold her breasts and watched Nick stretch out in front of Lindsay to kiss her. “I’m not going to last very long,” Liam warned.
The two of them kept at it, finding all of Lindsay’s sensitive spots. Liam discovered that her neck, especially the spot directly behind her ear, was as responsive as her nipples when kissed and sucked. He found a tiny area on the right side of her clit that was particularly sensitive, so sensitive that it drove her into climax if he stimulated for more than a couple of seconds. Within just a few minutes, Liam felt her pussy flooding with cream and she was begging for more.
Liam scooted back for just a second to put on the condom Nick magically produced. He braced himself for the pleasure of possessing Lindsay’s body, but nothing could prepare him for the sensation of sliding into liquid fire. He rocked into her gently, drawing her leg back over his thigh and opening her up to Nick’s view. And damn, he wished he could see the same thing as Nick.
Nick turned around so that his head lay next to Lindsay’s exposed pussy. Liam felt Nick’s finger trace along the spot where he and Lindsay became one. Nick leaned forward and, resting his head on Lindsay’s upper thigh, buried his face between her legs. Liam groaned, both at the sight and at the feeling of Lindsay’s muscles fluttering around him.
Liam watched his lovers with fascination as his increasing thrusts forced her sex to rock against Nick’s chin, driving all of him wild with need. Nick pulled back slightly, looking up at Liam, heat glittering in his eyes. “Do not come,” he ordered over Lindsay’s whimpers.
At Liam’s nod, Nick went back to suckling Lindsay. Liam could feel her muscles tightening, and when she reached back to grip his hip, he knew he would have some very strange fingernail marks. He’d have to be careful to avoid showering at the station for the next few days if he could help it.
Liam’s balls began to burn with the effort of holding back his orgasm. The only thing that kept him from spilling into the condom was Nick’s command. Nick was going to top the shit out of him if he managed to hold on, and he always loved it when Nick got extra aggressive.
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