Saturday, June 28, 2014

Spotlighting Marie Brown: Blogger and Book Reviewer

Thanks to All of You Who Stopped By!

Marie was one of the first people to review my books, so I have had a chance to get to know her over the past five months.  She has reviewed the books of many of my fellow Siren authors, as well as introduced me to other fantastic authors that I would never have otherwise read.

Her blog is Marie's Tempting Reads, and can be found at:

I asked her a bunch of questions both as an avid fan, and as a reviewer.  The poor girl looked like a piece of pepper steak by the time I was done with her.  (get it?  peppered her with questions....okay, maybe I'm not as funny as I think I am.)


Marie, What draws you to initially purchase a book?  Believe it or not, the first thing that catches my eye with any romance is the cover. I like colorful, sexy, and yes, sometimes sparkly covers. I bought books before just on the covers alone, such as Annette Blair, Melissa Mayhue, and Katie MacAlister. I did end up reading them after purchasing them and fell in love with the books and authors, but if it wasn't for the covers, I might never have bought them. I also might purhase a book on the blurb and excerpt alone. Usually if I read the synopsis and it just...calls to me and says, "buy me! Read me and you will love me!" then i go ahead and go with my instinct and purchase the book.

What would make you recommend it to a friend?   Usually if I sincerely LOVED the book and it totally makes me regret ending the book, then I KNOW it’s a good read that others might just love.

Is there a favorite book or series your hooked on?   Gosh, there are TONS of books and series that I ADORE. I am highly addicted to J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood Series, and Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark Series, and Heather Rainier's Divine Creek Ranch Series, and Cara Covington's Lusty, Texas Series, and Darynda Jone's Charley Davidson Series. I am also in love with Laurann Dohner's New Species Series. I also recently fell in love with Setta Jay's A Guardian of the Realms Series too. I got a LOT more but these are the ones that I can think of right now.

Are book clubs still popular?    I don't know If I can say book clubs are popular because outside of social media, I don't do a whole lot of socializing with others. Mainly because the people I know DON'T read...or if they do read we don't read the same things. For instance, I have a friend who prefers mysteries and well, I prefer romance. I DO however believe Street Teams are HIGHLY popular. I am on several and I LOVE being a part of them. I like helping authors by promoting, reviewing, and just spreading the word on my social media accounts about their work.

Would you actually travel to a convention to see your favorite author?  Oh, how I would LOVE to do this! If I had the finances, I would DEFINITELY travel to a book convention to meet some of my favorite authors and to chat with them, and get books signed by them. Plus, I LOVE swag! As it is, since at this time, I can't afford to go to conventions I highly rely on giveaways and such on social media to get signed books and swag. To me, authors are MY rockstars!

You must choose: You're hungry but you've been unable to tear yourself away from the latest release that's captured you with its story. You're deep into a "must read" chapter. Then your favourite dish is placed in front of you. You have a choice, either eat or read. (not allowed to do both). What's your choice?    This is a hard one for me because I love both food and books, but I think I would choose to read. Why? Because I think books are slightly more important, especially if its a much anticipated one. One that I have been waiting for what feels like forever. Plus, I can always eat AFTER I finish the book. hehe

What book do you re-read the most?   Another tough one here because I have several that I re-read. The one though that I probably read the most is Laurann Dohner's New Species Series. There is just something about those books that make me want to read them over and over again.

When did you start reading romances?   This one is easy for me to answer. I was in Ninth grade...probably 15/16 (yea, its been a long time) when I got into romance. I have been HOOKED since!

When did you start reading erotica?   I only started reading erotica several years ago. Hmmm, if I remember correctly it had to be about 4-5 years ago. In fact, it was Shayla Black's Wicked Lover Series that got me started in erotica.

Do you tell people that you read erotica?   Now since outside of social media I am not a social butterfly, I don't usually talk to others. But if I find myself at a bookstore, and someone approaches me while I am looking through the romance section then yes I have no problem telling them that I read erotica, because they are most likely curious if they are seeking me out to chat. Does this mean I am ashamed of reading erotica? No, I just don't like to chat a whole lot because that just how I roll. *Wink*

What does your significant other think about your reading choices?   I sincerely believe my husband is happy with what I read. Mainly becuase since I do read a lot of erotica, I get in "the mood" a LOT more, especially when I get a book with my favorite thing in it, light BDSM!

As a reviewer, do you ever have authors get mad at you? So far, I have been pretty lucky. I haven't had an author get really mad at me as of yet. I think I might of disappointed one or two of them but that’s about it.

How do you typically handle this?   I admit I feel TERRIBLE about disappointing authors. Even though I am HONEST, I do my best to say positive things about a book when I am doing a review. I have read many blog posts featuring reviews on books and if the person doing a review doesn't like it, they can be REALLY mean and cruel. I don't like to be mean. I prefer positive thoughts even if the book didn't really tickle my fancy. Thats probably why if I can't give a book at least a three star, I will no longer do the review. I did one negative review and even though I kept it pretty positive, it was still pretty hard to write, and just made me feel terrible.

What made you decide to start your own blog?   Well as you know, I LOVE books and I LOVE to read and I wanted to do something for the authors since they work so hard bringing us readers joy with their books, I decided to give blogging a chance. Once I got started I came to REALLY LOVE doing reviews. I not only feel like I am doing something special for the author, I feel like I am helping readers find more books and authors to love too.

How many hours a week do you dedicate to your blog?   This varies week to week. It depends on how many books I need to read for a review, and how long the book actually is. Then when I finish a book and get started on the review, it depends on how smoothly things flow from me as I am writing the reviews. Some books are harder than others, and words and feelings don't come as good or quickly as I wish they would. Usually if I am tired or don't feel good, it takes me a bit longer to get through a review. If I am feeling great, I can get through a review pretty quickly. I usually try to post a review at least 3-4 times a week.

What was the very first romance you ever read?   Another question that is EASY for me to answer. The first romance that I read and LOVED was Christine Feehan's Dark Fire. I remember going to Walmart with my parents and making my mom buy me that book. It took me a while to get through, because at that time I wasn't reading much and it gave me headaches to read too long. But once I got through with it I was from then on, HOOKED on romance and I bought every Carpathian book by Christine Feehan she ever written. Then after finishing them, I got addicted to J.R.Ward, Kresley Cole, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and MANY more. Most of the authors were Paranormal Romance authors then I started to slowly read other romances over the years...and well as you can see, my love for romance only grew.

Caitlyn, Thank you SO MUCH for having me on your blog today. I LOVED answering your questions. 

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Monday, June 23, 2014

Spotlighting Justine Cerrigone Szot - Share Her Journey

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I want to thank Caitlyn for having me as her guest today.
When she asked me to be on her blog I felt that I needed to explain what has transpired and how certain life events have affected my writing career.

After six years of writing and three years of publishing my writing has taken a drastic shift. Between 2011 and 2014 I'd released fifteen, erotica romance novellas.

Being a writer often entails us having to battle two worlds. The world we create in our head, and the real one that is in constant motion around us. As with any craft, whether you're an artist, musician, or a writer, what happens in our personal world greatly affects the material we produce and at what quality and rate we can produce it. 

When my husband, Mike was diagnosed with AML Leukemia back in March of 2012 my writing went through several changes. Since his death in August of 2013 it is still going through yet another transition, just as my life is without my husband.

Some of these alterations have been difficult to deal with. Having real life confront my writing with various challenges became a great source of panic, fear and despair.

As writers we balance two worlds. With fiction we juggle plots, themes and multiple personalities. I have created many versatile characters, each with their own, individual voice. They've had the power to distract me, interrupt social situations, and keep me bound and chained to my computer. They've also had the ability to cause insomnia, as well as much confusion. They've made me happy, sad, and frustrated. My relentless determination has kept me driven to provide a resolution for each and every one of them.

When my husband, Mike became ill, my fiction world was interrupted, draped with a black curtain I couldn't see through. My characters and their lives were at a standstill, drifting on a raft, further and further away from the shore of my story telling.

Suddenly my life, along with these catastrophic events forced me to look at my own reality, and attempt to create or manipulate a solution, but this was a resolution I couldn't control or predict.
My thoughts and my voice, along with the events in my life began to scream with an ear-piercing reality, overriding all of the voices of my characters and the fictitious world that I'd created. My fiction world became silenced. Real life was taunting me as my uncertain future loomed. The urge to express my feelings, my heart aches and pain became an annoying stalker I wasn't sure I could or should give my attention to.

As certain circumstances surrounding my husband's illness and my future became alarmingly apparent, my writing started drifting down another path.

I've only ever dabbled in poetry because I had to, an assignment for school that I would stumble through. As my husband's health deteriorated and he slipped away I found myself writing poetry, pieces that reflected the dim days of my widowhood and how inept people were at dealing with death. Through my writing I found myself asking why when a crisis struck people couldn't unite? I experienced great division following Mike's death.

I began to blog about my life changing events. One of my best posts was titled "Death does not warrant Drama."  Drama, where death is concerned, is most often misplaced grief. This type of behavior leads to family wars. Battles that consist of fighting over money, and objects, as well as the arrangements of the deceased.  It's emotionally devastating for the grief stricken.
Through being a cancer care giver for my husband, and observing how others had chosen to handle his death led to the idea for my memoir series.

 My journey into widowhood has been a multifaceted experience, one dominated by pain, loneliness, and the often inappropriate reactions and opinions of others while adjusting to my new status.
By this time my fiction production had stopped cold, dying a slow death, just as my husband, Mike had. I'd even gone as far as confessing to my dear friend, and fellow author, Loc Glin that it might all be 'over.'  My life as a writer had been taken away from me, corroded by my husband’s Leukemia. I'd sent Loc an email, telling her that I'd reached the end of the line, no longer able to create, listen and converse with my characters. My fictitious planet had spun out of control, and was now unreachable. 
Loc didn't just email, she called me promptly right after the email had gone through.

"Listen to the voices that are there...don't ignore them. They have something to say."
Her guidance, that one statement was the birth of my journey into the nonfiction world. I grabbed onto my angst, making peace with my devastating circumstances.

"You have so much to share," she'd insisted. "Once a writer, always a writer. I hate to tell you this, Justine, but it'll never be over." Her laughter over the line warmed me, renewing my spirit. Loc had crawled inside my head, embracing the plethora of emotions that came with losing a loved one. "Just sit down and see what happens. Something is bound to come."

Real life came at me like an avalanche I couldn't stop. It flowed. My thoughts and ideas were snowballing.  They required no plot, and no outline. God had already made the outline. I just needed to get the words out and down as I rode on the coattails of my emotions.

All it takes is the power of one person, and one action to change a course. My pain and loss became my production, fueling a memoir series that now consists of three books.

 I give credit to Loc today for her unyielding friendship, love and support. My first release in the series- titled- "Leukemia, My Husband, and Me: A Turbulent Triangle" is a title she created. I give her full credit in giving me free rein and a much needed prompt to get me back at my desk and get busy. My second book in the series is titled- "What Lies Behind." The second book goes into how people handle death and the many behaviors the grief stricken are forced to deal with. My third, and last book in the series, titled, "Widow's Walk addresses the many changes and adjustments of becoming a widow. 

Widow’s Walk will be released on July 8th through JK Publications.
Please visit my website below that consists of my nonfiction works. This website is dedicated to my husband, Mike and reflects our battle with his AML leukemia.

Partial proceeds are being donated to The Miller Keystone Blood Center in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Without the vital dedication of both blood and platelet donors Mike would've never been sustained for as long as he was.

In closing I'd like to add that my fiction writing is making a slow comeback. I had a release through Evernight Publications, titled- "All In" last winter.

Through the devastation of my husband's illness and death I've learned, as Loc stated, "Once a writer, always a writer.”

As writers we can write about many things. It may not always be a fictitious story. It could be an article, a poem or just a blog post. No matter what type of piece it is, it is still writing. I may not be spinning an erotica romance at the moment, but I am still writing. That thought alone gives me great comfort. I know my husband; Mike would want me to continue my writing career.  Mike was there for me when my career began, always encouraging me to press on despite my rejections early on. 
I'm sure I'll give my fiction world another look in the future. As a writer I'll know when the time is right. I'm confident that those voices will ring once again, coloring my imagination with a vibrancy I can't ignore.

Thank you for having me today, Caitlyn. It's been a pleasure.

JC Szot- fiction works

JC Cerrigone/ Nonfiction works


Friday, June 20, 2014

Spotlighting Lori King - And Her Latest Book Watching Sin

Hi Everyone,

Glad you could stop by.  I'm Introducing my friend Lori King.   I have read and LOVED her books, and we are introducing one of her latest, Watching Sin.

Lori has been writing for years, she has a sexy, steamy, hot, hotter, hottest, and laid back style, that draws you in, and keeps you turning pages.  I highly recommend her books.  So read the blurb, read the excerpt, and buy her book!
After fifteen years as a bland housewife, Alana is ready to shake up her life by fulfilling her darkest fantasy. She wants to be watched. Her exhibitionist streak is ready to break free, and she knows exactly whom she wants for her voyeur.
Doug would give his wife, Alana, the moon if she asked, so he’s more than willing to participate in a public threesome at a fetish party if it makes her kinky wishes come true. His business partner and best friend, Killian is the wild card in their plan.
A businessman first, and a trained Dominant second, Killian never gets tied down to one submissive. He’s a lover with commitment issues, but he doesn’t hesitate to help fulfill Doug and Alana’s fantasies. Once the fantasy is set in motion, the three players must decide if watching sin is enough…
Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, public sex, HFN. Short story Approx. 14,500 words.


“Can we? Just this once, Doug, please?” Her voice was a husky moan in his ear, and he could deny her nothing.
For the last four months, they had attended the monthly Fetish parties as voyeurs only. He had watched with lust-filled eyes, as the people around them sought release for their passion, hoping that at some point his wife would grow comfortable enough with the parties to join in. But each time she maintained her distance, standing off to the side, watching the sweat-soaked strangers explore the bodies around them, her face devoid of emotion. He knew she felt something; her racing pulse and sharp intake of breath betrayed her stoic exterior, and by the time he got her home after each party, she was desperate for his cock.
Her voracious appetite for sex seemed to stem from her love of erotic romance novels. He regularly caught her with her nose in a book, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, and pussy dripping. One of these days he would have to write a thank you letter to the publishers for keeping his cock in working form, but for tonight, he had other things to focus on.
Alana stood beside him, asking his permission to put on a show. She wanted him to strip her down, and fuck her in front of the other partygoers. His eyes met hers and he could see the fire burning in their sapphire-colored depths.
What had changed her mind? What had her so turned on tonight that she couldn’t deny her own need anymore?
The brush of a hand over his shoulder drew his attention, and he instantly understood. The man standing at his elbow was his best friend and business partner, Killian Whitfield. In his black and white tuxedo he looked more like a Hollywood movie star walking the red carpet than a businessman still trying to crack the million-dollar mark.
“Doug, Alana. How are you both this evening? Enjoying the…festivities I hope.”
Killian stood too close to Alana for propriety, yet Doug wasn’t put off. He was surprised to find that hewanted to put on a show for his friend. If Alana was willing to fuck in front of Killian, what else would she be willing to do with him present? He felt his dick thicken a little at the image of his wife on her knees sucking Killian’s cock in the middle of the living room. Never before had he fantasized about his wife with another man, but he could picture it with Killian. In his mind’s eye, he could see his friend’s long lean body, flexing and rippling with desire as his wife sucked him dry. That would be incredible to watch, and by the look on Alana’s face, she could picture such an event too. What a surprise this evening was turning out to be.
“We’re having a wonderful time. These parties are always memorable, Killian.” As Alana spoke, her eyes drifted over Killian’s six foot tall frame, and back up to meet his assessing green eyes. When their gazes collided, Doug could almost see sparks crackling in the air around them, and his cock hardened in his pants until he had to fidget to give his erection more room. He took the opportunity before it slipped away, and wrapped his arm around the curve of Alana’s waist, drawing her even closer between the two men.
“Actually Killian, Alana was just commenting that she wanted to enjoy the party a little more tonight.”
Doug watched Killian’s eyes flame at the implication, and his own cock throbbed in response. Could he actually do this? Could he fuck Alana in front of these people? The answering electrical current pulsing through his body was the only confirmation he needed to know he absolutely could do that and more. Alana’s heavy-lidded gaze was a potent aphrodisiac, but when paired with Killian’s commanding masculinity, it made Doug dizzy with need.
Killian didn’t hide his charisma or his flirty nature; he openly charmed both sexes. Doug had never seen him with another man, nor had he ever blatantly asked him if he was bisexual, but there were rumors. Everyone knew he was open to anything when it came to sex. Hell, how many times had they swapped stories while they waited to tee off on the golf course? Doug had no problem sharing the kinky things he and Alana liked to try in the privacy of their own home, and Killian encouraged him to give every salacious detail. Perhaps there was more to his interest than pure, perverted male curiosity.
“Really? Is there some way I could be of assistance in making all your desires come true, Alana?” Killian’s silky smooth baritone voice rippled through Doug’s chest, and he heard Alana’s sharp intake of breath.
Her eyes darted to meet Doug’s, and he smiled reassuringly at his wife. If they were going to do this, they were going in with their eyes open. “I believe she’d like you to watch to begin with.”
Killian stepped a little closer to the two of them and lowered his voice, directing his next question to Alana, “I’ll only ask this once, but I have to ask. Would you like to stay here, or go into one of the bedrooms where we have more privacy?”
The ultimate question in Doug’s mind was whether or not she actually wanted to put on a show for the entire bevy of strangers in the room, or just for Killian. The air around them grew tense as Alana considered her first foray into exhibitionism.
“I believe I’d prefer to throw caution to the wind tonight. Will you help me?” she said softly as she stared up into Killian’s face.
“Be sure, love; exhibitionism is like a drug, once you begin, well…”
Killian’s words faded off as a blush of pink stained Alana’s pale, white skin. She only hesitated a moment before she gave a short, sharp nod and whispered, “I’m sure.”
The smile that spread across Killian’s face was heart-stopping, for Doug, so he could only imagine how Alana’s body responded.  “I would be honored to watch.”

Monday, June 16, 2014

Spotlighting One of Sirens Biggest Fans - Kenna Nauenburg

I am so pleased to be introducing Kenna on my blog today.  She and I have been talking on facebook for the last couple of months, and she knows her books!  As one fan to another, we have been having a lot of fun chatting.  We both have an affinity for Vegas, she is better at the gambling than I am.  She can sit at the slots and play on the same $20 for hours.  My husband wishes I could.  Here is a picture of Kenna with her husband George in Las Vegas.

It turns out we are big cat people as well.  When I say big cat people, I'm talking BIG cats.  She is very interested in getting the word out about some of the endangered species of tigers.  Here are the beautiful Sumatran Tigers, they are down to under 400 in the entire world.  This is a picture of her beautiful cat Greebo.

I posted on the Siren Authors and Readers Club for questions to ask Kenna, as well as coming up with some of my own.  (I wasn't completely lazy.)  Here are the questions and answers:

What draws you to initially purchase a book?
I tend to rely heavily on word of mouth.  I've got so many friends who read what I love, and they've always got suggestions.  Also, I'm a big blurb reader.  If I like what I see, I'll click one right away, or add it to my wish list.  

What would make you recommend a book to a friend?
If it's got a great story, strong characters, smooth transitions and sex...I'll tell everyone who will listen!

What's a favorite book or series you're hooked on?
Oh, there are so many of those!  If I hear that Nicole Edwards has a new "Club Destiny" or "Alluring Indulgence" book, I'm jumping on it!  Also I love Tara Rose's Racy Nights" series, and Tymber Dalton's "Suncoast Society".  Is there room for RK Lilley's "Up in the Air" and Sylvia Day's "Crossfire"?  GAH!  Too.  Many.  Great.  Series!!!

Okay Kenna, you must choose.  You're hungry, but you've been unable to tear yourself away from the latest release that's captured you with its story.  You're dep into a "must read" chapter.  Then your favorite dish is placed in front of you.  You have a choice, either eat or read.  You are not allowed to do both.  What is your choice?
OH!  I'm reading!  That's what microwaves are for!

What book do re-read the most?
I've read all the good parts of "50 Shades" at least five times each.  As far as non erotica?  I read Stephen King's "The Stand" once a year or so.
                          (I've read "The Stand" about six times too!  - Caitlyn)

How tough do you like the hero to be?  Do you prefer the tough guy who's hard to break down, or the guy who's sweet and protective?
Can I have a mysterious, sweet protective guy who has a tough job?  Cop, fireman, cowboy?  Let's just say I'd like to have a cop/cowboy/fireman who is a sweet, protective, billionaire philantrhopist.  If he HAS to have a deep, dark secret, let's just get it out in the open in a very short time so that we can get past all the angst and get to the loving!

Do you ever wish for a writer to write a certain kind of book?  If so, what is it?  Describe it to us.
This is a tough one, because I have so many favorite authors, but I'd love to see what Nicole Edwards could do with a sexy sci-fi novel.

When did you start reading romances?
I only read one traditional "romance" novel before I started to read erotica, and the only reason was the heroine's name was Kenna.  I don't remember anything about it other than she was from Georgia.

When did you start reading erotica?
I'm going to say about a year and a half ago when I jumped on the FSoG bandwagon.  Since then, I've been led down a long path of debauchery!

Do you tell people that you read erotica?
Yep!  I'm loud and proud about my choice of reading.  I've got nothing to be ashamed of.

What does your significant other think about your reading choices.
He EFFING LOVES IT!  He is happy that I've found something that makes me extremely happy, and frankly he's thrilled with some of the um...techniques...I've picked up during my fictional adventures.  In fact, I'll read aloud some of the sexier passages to him, and that's lead to some very fun times!

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Spotlighting Mardi Maxwell and Her Book, "Their Temporary Sub"

YaY YaY Yay, You Made It, I Knew You Would!!!

          So you just couldn't wait to learn more about the woman Mardi Maxwell who brings you those wonderful and naughty books from the Club Mystique, well beforeyou do, let me tell you a couple of things.  ....but in case you came to enter the raffle for the first time....or the second time...let me tell you about it.

We Are Giving Away $50 Amazon Gift Card, And 6 Free Books To the People who Enter the Raffle....and follow the rules


Here's the Rule:  You are going to have to read through the adult excerpt of Their Temporary Sub. You will have to leave 2 comments on the blog.  The question will be embedded in the Rafflecopter thingy that you click.  When you comment, you will have to answer those 2 questions, which if you have read the blurb and two excerpts, you will know the answer.  You will be entered to win a $50 Amazon Gift Card.  :), two of Diane Leyne's books and two of mine.  It's a sweet prize, that will require rule following, reading and thought.  If you have ANY problems, entering the raffle, please PM Caitlyn O'Leary on Facebook.

Now let me get to the really good part and introduce Mardi Maxwell.  When I asked her what it was like to be an author, this is what she had to say.  
Well, it’s a glamorous life if you like wearing your pj’s all day and spending hours alone in front of a computer. Or, if you’re addicted to the taste of coffee that you made two hours ago and is now cold and not in a good way. Or, how about this? I was so busy writing Luc and Logan’s book that I didn’t want to stop and go to the store. All I had in the house was half a package of grated cheese and some salsa? So, I poured the cheese on a plate then melted it in the microwave, dumped the salsa on top of it and ate it. Not bad, really.

Thank goodness my family and best friend love me and understand when they call and I say

I’m busy. Or, all those times we’re having a family get together and I wander off into the corner with a notepad and pen. Writing is not a nine to five job and even when I’m working in my garden or swimming with my sisters I’m plotting in my head or working out that pesky bit of dialogue that’s giving me problems.  Would I give up writing? Never. Even if I never published a book I would still write them for myself.

Here's How you can contact Mardi:  

Here's A Little Something About the 3 Books She Currently Has Published and Where you Can Buy Them.  OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH THEY ARE GOOD!!!

TO LOVE AND OBEY (The Doms of Club Mystique)  [Hot Texas cowboy Green Beret, spanking, lots of really great sex, and did I mention some kink? No, yup, BDSM]
Addison Matthews has wanted Cade Ramsey almost all her life. What she doesn’t know is he’s wanted her just as much. Wanting turned into need, for both of them, when she acted like a brat and he gave her a spanking. Cade’s a Dom with a vanilla plan who’s determined to have the perfect marriage. Addison’s a meddler who really wants another spanking. Let the scheming begin.

JACKSON’S SUB (The Doms of Club Mystique 2)  [hot cowboy Marine sniper, sexy stubborn lady, spanking, lots of really hot sex and a little BDSM, okay, a lot BDSM]
      Jenna Parnelle spent one night of passionate submission with Jackson Ramsey before he broke her heart by sending her away. He loved her but was afraid his fierce possessiveness would destroy their relationship. Too bad he didn’t explain that to her because Jenna thinks he was just slumming with the chubby girl from the poor side of town. Now, Jackson wants her back but she’ll only agree to spend three weeks as his sub while she tries to work him out of her system. Jackson is determined to use the time to become a permanent part of her heart.  

THEIR TEMPORARY SUB (The Doms of Club Mystique 3) [Two hot Texas cowboy Marines, sneaky lady with a lot of tricks up her sleeves, twice as much hot sex, and some devious BDSM)
Catching Cassie Edwards was the easy part for twin Doms, Luc and Logan Ramsey her. Keeping her will be the hard part. Cassie was trained by her Marine father to take care of herself. That’s a good thing because the men hunting her want her dead. When Luc and Logan find out she’s in danger they decide to become her full-service bodyguards and they move her into their home. Can one lush lady handle all the attention coming her way?

ZANE’S CHOICE comes out in August / September 2014. 
Check out my website at

Logan sorted through the weapons in the tote then read the labels on the two pill bottles he found and held them up. “Sleep medication and something for anxiety,” he said as he opened Cassie’s wallet and rifled through it then held up a card. “The doctor who prescribed the medication.”
“You take her. I’ll make the call,” Luc said.
“No. You suck at talking to people.” Logan pulled his cell phone from his wet jean pocket, frowned at it when he realized it was out of commission, then left the room.
Luc tightened his arms around Cassie and rocked her, all the while wondering how he had ended up with her, in tears and on his lap. He didn’t do this kind of thing and he was completely out of his element. Wishing Logan would hurry up and return, he nuzzled his chin against the top of her head. “It’s okay, pet. Logan will take care of you.”
He didn’t know if she heard him or not, but the crying seemed to be easing off. A few minutes later, after a couple sniffles and a few hiccups, he felt her body softening until she lay quietly in his arms, asleep. Feeling her shiver, he carefully laid her down and removed her damp clothes. Her feet had several small cuts and scrapes on them and he made a note to clean them and have the doctor check them out. Picking her up, he carried her to his room and gently laid her on his bed. He changed into dry clothes then decided Cassie would be scared if she woke up naked. He dressed her in one of his T-shirts, then smiled when he saw how it covered her to her knees. Standing by the bed, looking down at her, he thought, what the hell, and slid onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. He justified his actions to himself by deciding Logan would expect him to take care of her while he was busy calling her therapist.
A few minutes later Logan walked into the room, followed by Doc Roberts.
“How’s she doing?” Logan asked.
“Sleeping.” Luc stood up. “Wore herself out crying.”
Doc Roberts moved to the side of the bed. After checking Cassie’s pulse and heart rate, he used a small flashlight to examine her eyes then stepped back, rubbed his chin, and said, “Tell me again what the therapist said.”
“I told her what had happened, and all she said was she couldn’t discuss Cassie with me but that she needed to see her as soon as possible.”
“I’ll call her,” Doc Roberts said. “From what you’ve told me, it sounds like something you did triggered a panic attack. It’s best to let her sleep for a while.”
“Her feet have some cuts and scrapes on them,” Luc said.
Doc looked at Cassie’s feet while Logan got a tub of water and several washcloths and a towel. After Doc cleaned the shallow cuts and put ointment on them. “They’ll be okay.” He walked toward the door to the hallway. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to call Cassie’s therapist.”
Logan moved to the side of the bed, sat down, and held Cassie’s hand. “What the hell happened?”
Luc shook out the cashmere throw that he kept at the end of his bed and covered Cassie with it before sitting down on her other side. He picked up Cassie’s hand and ran his fingers over her wrist. “Limits. No restraints. I was holding her wrists.”
“I put the towel over her head to dry her hair.” Logan frowned. “She only plays in a club. Clubs have monitors. She feels safer there.”
“No. She doesn’t play there either.”
“She played with Thompson.”
Luc handed Logan his waterproof phone. “Call him.”
After a short conversation, Logan handed the phone back to Luc. “Thompson said as soon as he put a cuff on her she freaked out on him. He calmed her down then talked to her about getting some counseling with a friend of his.”
“Doctor Carson,” Luc said, saying the name on the pill bottles and business card.
“Yes.” Before Logan could say what was on his mind, Doc Roberts came back in the room.
“I can’t disclose what Cassie told Doctor Carson other than that Cassie hasn’t made any progress in her therapy sessions.”
Luc glanced at Logan. A quick series of facial movements flew between them and then with a final nod they came to an agreement.
“One other thing I found interesting, though,” Doc Roberts said. “Doctor Carson said two weeks ago someone broke into her office. She said she never would have known about the break-in but her assistant had been in a hurry the previous day and had stuck several files in the front of a drawer intending to file them the next day. When the assistant opened the file cabinet to get them they had been moved to another drawer—the one where Cassie’s file is kept and her file was with them.”
“They want to know what she’s told the doctor,” Logan said.
Luc tightened his hand around her wrist. “How do they know about Carson?”
“Maybe they’re following her,” Logan said. “She said ‘they’ll find out about you and you’ll die, too’ when we said we wanted to help her.”
“So, maybe she knows someone is following her, but who died?” Luc asked.
“Her father, Ryan Edwards, when she was seventeen,” Jackson said from the doorway.
“Tell us what you know,” Luc said.
“Not much,” Jackson said. “Just that while Ryan, Thor, and I were out of the country, something happened to her. She told her father and he called Thor in a rage. They arranged to meet at Club Elysium but on the way there Ryan stopped for gas and was killed in what the police decided was a robbery that turned into a homicide. A witness who was ex-military told Thor it was a professional hit. Two men. Well organized.”
Luc lifted Cassie’s wrist to his lips and kissed it. “Does Cassie know he was targeted?”
“Yes. We had to tell her. She was blaming herself for his death because she had driven his car and left the tank empty again.”
“Climb on.” Luc tapped the padded bench while little lines appeared at the outer corners of his eyes—his version of a grin.
Cassie looked at the bench and saw that it was like the spanking bench at Club Mystique. It was a large sawhorse with places on each side for her knees and arms. Behind it was a mirror-covered wall and she could see the three of them reflected in it.
She had never been so drawn to a man, or rather two men, in her life, and in that moment, she knew she was going to fight her fear to have them. Determined, she drew on her observations of submissive behavior and began the performance of a lifetime. Fluttering her lashes down over her eyes, she wiggled her hips and pulled her skirt up until the hem brushed the top of her mound, then moved to the side of the bench. She gracefully straddled the padded bench and raised her knees to the knee rest. Then she balanced her weight and curved her shoulders back in a deep arch, and humped the bench. Feeling free for the first time in years, she shook her head, and felt her long hair brush back and forth over the thin material of her shirt. She stroked her braless breasts and gave each nipple a little pinch before dropping onto her belly and placing her forearms on the padded rests. The padded bench was cool beneath her left cheek as she opened her eyes and saw Luc and Logan reflected in the mirrored wall.
Logan’s eyes were locked on her, his expression dark with lust. Luc’s eyes were locked on her, too. She didn’t know what his expression meant but it was definitely no longer blank. They both reached for their shirts and whipped them off then dropped them to the floor before moving toward her. A heated wave of lust flooded her body and her hormones woke up and screamed, “yes, yes, yes.” They were gorgeous. Two bronze warriors with black hair, square jaws, and beautifully sculpted lips. Their arms were just the way she liked them, strong with well-defined muscles, and their bellies had sharply sculpted washboard abs that she ached to explore.
Luc moved to her left side as Logan moved to her right and she took note that this was their usual pattern. Looking in the mirror and seeing Logan’s feelings on his face, she realized he didn’t care if people knew what he was feeling, but Luc hid his emotions behind a blank mask. She smiled, wiggled her ass, and then relaxed. Logan flashed her a smile as Luc moved to her head and crouched down until his gleaming eyes met hers. God, she loved his eyes with their thick, straight, black lashes and sharply arching brows. When she looked closely enough, she thought she could see what he was feeling hidden deep within them.
“I expect you to stay in position. If you move I’ll add ten swats.” Luc smoothed her hair and arranged it over her left shoulder. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Luc ran his hand over her hair several more times almost as if he couldn’t resist touching it. “You have beautiful hair.”
Cassie smiled at him, her amber eyes glowing with happiness.
Luc gazed back at her, then leaned forward and slid his lips over hers. “You’re getting twenty swats. Ten from me and ten from Logan. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Do you want me to say I’m sorry for the ice cream attack?”
Luc lifted a brow. “Are you sorry?”
“No, but it’s the thought that counts, Sir.”
Crinkles appeared around Luc’s eyes and she grinned, pleased that she had made this stern man smile.
“Keep that thought in mind.” He touched her hair one last time then moved to stand next to Logan and nodded at him. “You go first, Logan.”
Logan began by running his hands over Cassie’s body, beginning at her ankles then up the backs of her legs, and over her ass cheeks. He gave each of them a little squeeze and a pat, then slid his hands up to her lower back. He squeezed her waist and massaged her back through the thin material of her shirt. His fingers pressed into her back on either side of her spine and she shivered as he stroked up to her shoulders. She shivered again as the heat of his chest pressed against her. He gathered her hair into one hand and ran his hand down it then nibbled on the back of her neck. Goose bumps flared on her skin as he blew his breath over her neck then nipped her ear. He continued to nibble and kiss her neck while his hands ran over her sides and squeezed her hips. “You have the silkiest skin I’ve ever felt.” Logan moved back down her body, touching her every step of the way. Cassie watched in the mirror as he squatted down and looked at her pussy.
“Sugar, you have a beautiful ass and your pussy makes me hungry.” Logan walked his fingers down her crack then around her pussy, before he brushed his fingers over the outer edges of her swollen, wet labia.
He pressed on her clit and Cassie drew a deep breath into her lungs. He swirled his fingers over her clit and she gasped then wiggled, wanting more. Logan stood, smiled, and then swatted her ass. Once on each cheek.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Spotlighting Claire de Lune and Her Book Virginia's Awakening

Well Hello Again My Pretties!!!

          I know you came to meet the wonderful and talented Claire de Lune....but in case you came to enter the raffle for the first time....or the second time...let me tell you about it.

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Here's the Rule:  You are going to have to read through the blurb and both excerpts. You will have to leave 2 comments on the blog.  The question will be embedded in the Rafflecopter thingy that you click.  When you comment, you will have to answer those 2 questions, which if you have read the blurb and two excerpts, you will know the answer.  You will be entered to win a $50 Amazon Gift Card.  :), two of Diane Leyne's books and two of mine.  It's a sweet prize, that will require rule following, reading and thought.  If you have ANY problems, entering the raffle, please PM Caitlyn O'Leary on Facebook.

Let me get to the REALLY good Part, and introduce Claire de Lune!  Who just finished writing Virginia's Awakening.  Claire, can you tell me a bit about yourself?

      Caitlyn, thanks for letting me come all the way over the internet from England to be on your blog, *snicker*.  I spent thirty plus years teaching 11-18 years olds. Then ill-health obliged me to retire.
       Once I started to recover I missed the contact with young people and depression returned. Then my youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own and I wrote "Initiation"  book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then writing has taken over my life. 
        It's been like a roller-coaster ride and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I have made many good friends, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
        Claire, I know all of your fans are thankful that your son threw down that challenge!  I have a couple of questions for you.

If you had to choose to give up one, which would it be, chocolate or sex?
It would have to be chocolate, that makes you fat.
Why did you choose to write erotica?I was reading a lot of it and got interested in BDSM. It seemed to fit well in my first book, and so I took it from there. My characters tend to be older and I wanted to show that life, love, romance and sex go on well into your sixties and beyond, so it was natural to have a portrayal of their sex-lives as an integral part of who they are.
Describe your idea of the perfect first date.
A pleasant meal in a secluded setting, maybe on the beach as a picnic. Warm weather, wine and strawberries to end the meal. Next comes a bare-foot stroll and a romantic interlude.
If you’re in a relationship, describe your first date with that person.
A café in the late evening, tables outside in the warm evening air, mountains in the distance half-glimpsed in the twilight. The lights of the city beginning to come on. The smell of summer blossoms and  a long cool drink and nibbles.
Do you fall in love with the characters you write?
Sometimes, I do especially if they are based on someone I like or admire. No character is ever an exact copy of anyone at all, but Master Angus looks like Sean Connery and acts like himself.  Not all of my heroes are devilishly handsome, but I do believe that beauty comes from within.
Where do you get the ideas to develop your characters?Experience of life mainly. I start with a character, an idea of what they are like then I pout them into situations and see how they cope and react.
What series do you read and can’t wait for the next installment?To be honest I don't have much time for reading at the moment. Real life and family matters have taken most of my attention lately. I will always find time to read the next installment of Club Esoteria by Cooper Mackenzie and Sage Marlowe's Romeo and Julian or the Sub series, also the Cynster novels of Stephanie Laurens.
Do you have a favorite activity to recharge your batteries before you start a new project?
I like to embroider and I love appliqué.
Do you ever get angry at the characters you write?

Yes. Sometimes they don't do what I expect, or someone unexpected gets into the plot, then I have been known to say the odd rude word.

You can always contact Claire Here:
Twitter @ClairdLunebooks


“Come in,” Valkyrie called.
She entered the room. It wasn’t the first time she’d been in his private office, as he sometimes requested sandwiches and coffee. It was an impressive room, all red-leather Chesterfield sofas and chairs with a large oak desk. Valkyrie was seated at the desk, working at his computer, but when he saw her, he stood up.
“Virginia, do come in and close the door. What can I do for you?”
Valkyrie was a tall, well-built man. His long, blond hair lay in a thick plait over one shoulder. His face wasn’t handsome, but it was striking. The hawk-like nose and startling, deep-blue eyes under bushy, blond brows, and the long ends of his moustache with the neatly-trimmed beard made his face one that was likely to be remembered. She’d seen him in the Viking costume he wore in the club, but in a business suit, with a blue-and-white-striped shirt and a dark-blue tie, he was a sight to behold, and she felt a jolt in her womb. She said nothing.
“Won’t you sit down and tell me how I can help you? It’s Virginia, isn’t it? Or do you prefer Mrs. Daltrey?”
“Please call me Virginia, sir.” Somehow, she regained control of her limbs and took the seat he indicated. Her voice had come out low and throaty, and not the squeak she’d been afraid of. Why is he having this effect on me now? I’ve spoken to him before and I didn’t feel like this. I’d better get a grip on myself or he’s going to think I’ve lost my marbles.
I’d like to be paid in cash in future, if that’s convenient, please, sir,” she said, barely managing to get it out.
“Certainly, Virginia. Is there any particular reason for the change? None of my cheques have bounced, have they?” He smiled as he said it, and she smiled back.
“No, sir, of course not. My personal circumstances have changed, that’s all.”
“Very well then. Will starting next week do?” he asked.
“I was very much hoping it could be from tomorrow, please.”
“I will arrange it for you. Is there anything else I can do to help? I take the welfare of my staff very seriously.” His voice was so full of concern that Virginia almost lost her composure and told him everything. She managed to cling to a measure of control and stood up. She was pleased to see he did the same. His manners were impeccable.
“Thank you very much, but that’s all, really,” she said.
“Well if there is anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask me. I’m always here. I will do anything I can to help, you know.” His voice was warm and sincere. He showed her to the door and closed it behind her.

* * * *

Valkyrie leaned on the door he’d just closed. Now what was all that about? She was so upset she was almost in tears. If that damned bully of a husband has been hitting her…she had a bruise on the side of her face, too. I bet the bugger has been abusing her. Why doesn’t she just walk out and leave him? Hang on, though, they aren’t from these parts. I bet he brought her up here to get her to himself, the manipulating bastard. One of these days, he’ll go too far. She ought to leave him before he does her a permanent injury.
Valkyrie had been struck by Virginia’s quiet dignity the moment he first saw her. She wasn’t his type, and she was older than any other woman he’d dated. He’d never been serious about a woman in his life before, but he’d always made that plain to the ones he’d dated. He wasn’t looking to marry, and so far, he’d never met anyone he wanted to share more than a few evenings with. It was with great surprise that he found himself thinking about Virginia. From her employee records, he knew that she was married. From the occasional bruise and comment from Mrs. Laurens, he gathered she wasn’t happy in her marriage. He wasn’t prepared to come between man and wife, so he watched from afar, and rendered assistance whenever he could. He made sure she wasn’t aware of it, but he became increasingly fond of her. He loved the way she coped. Her back was straight, her head was held high, and no-one was to know if she wasn’t happy. He admired her courage. She was in her fifties, and no-one would suspect there was anything wrong. Obviously she spent little money on her clothes, hair, and make-up. She could be very attractive, in a mature way, if she had the right apparel. He liked to fantasise about her. She wore clean, neat, and serviceable stuff, usually a skirt and blouse with a sweater or cardigan in the colder weather. In his mind, he dressed her in clinging dresses with swirling skirts. He put her hair up, and skilfully applied make-up took years off her age. He’d love to do that for her. As usual, he told himself, She's married, hands off! Now something’s changed. She looks almost desperate. Why does she want to be paid in cash? What has happened? I have to know more.


Valkyrie lifted her in his arms, as if she weighed very little. He placed her carefully on the bed. Then he turned on the bedside light and fished condoms from the drawer. He tossed them on the bed beside her.
“Take that bloody garment off. I want to see your body.” As she complied and lifted her arms to remove the offending night-wear, she heard him say, “At last!”
He dropped his soft pants on the floor and climbed on the bed. Like some huge, predatory cat, he advanced on her on his hands and knees.
“I’ve waited so long for this, Ginny. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Now I intend to have you, unless you tell me ‘no,’” he said gruffly.
“I’ve wanted you, too, Valkyrie. Just fuck me now, please.”
He lay on top of her. His hands framed her face, and his legs pushed hers apart. He gazed into her eyes, and then he kissed her. Dropping butterfly kisses all over her face, her eyes, her nose then down to her neck, he murmured,
“Ginny, Ginny love. I want you. I need to be inside you very soon, love. You’re beautiful and you smell so good. Kiss me, love.”
She licked the seam of his lips with the point of her tongue, and his mouth opened to allow her to slip inside. Then he seized her tongue between his teeth and tormented her by flicking it with the tip of his. Liquid fire filled her veins. Desire raced through her. She’d never felt like this is in all her time with Geoff, but then he’d never taken the trouble to arouse her, only calling her “frigid.” She responded to Valkyrie and loved the weight of his body urgently pressing her into the mattress. He released her tongue and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The pleasure was excruciating. She arched her back, wanting more. She panted and sobbed in her ecstasy, and her lover re-doubled his efforts, sucking the other nipple into his hot mouth to flick it with his tongue whilst rolling the first one between firm fingers. Virginia felt as if she’d explode. He was driving her higher and higher. The pleasure was becoming too much to bear. He released her nipples and licked a slow trail down her belly. He drew in a breath and let it out in a soft “Ahhh.” His fingers parted her folds and he licked a trail down her pussy, and then back up again, until he fastened on her clit and began to drive her demented. Her head rolled from side to side, her limbs took on a life of their own, too, and she trembled as she felt her orgasm gather. Still, he held her on the brink.
“Please, please, let me come.” Briefly, her thoughts flew to that young sub, but not for long. She heard him chuckle.
“I love to hear you beg, Ginny.” As he said it, he nipped her clit, and a wave of exquisite pleasure made her toes curl up. She screamed his name as she convulsed in his arms. He held her and petted her as the after-shocks racked her body. Then he ripped the foil wrapper, rolled the condom onto his cock, and slowly entered her. Her eyes flared as she looked at him. How is that huge dick going to fit inside me? He must have read her expression, because he smiled at her.
“I’ll go slowly, and you’ll be fine. If you feel uncomfortable, just say so, okay?” She smiled at him.
“I will.”
She felt the head of his dick push into her pussy. He was firm but gentle, and he withdrew after entering her a little way, and then he pushed home more firmly until his balls slapped against her bottom. She moaned at the sensation of fullness. Then he began to move in and out. He rested on his arms over her as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy, and he bent to apply his mouth to her nipples. She arched her back to get his mouth where she needed it, offering her breasts for his attention, and he obliged her, chuckling as she gasped and sobbed her pleasure.
“How I love to hear you sing, Ginny.”

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