Sunday, May 19, 2013
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
A Thank You by Megan D. Martin
I have found as a writer that having writing
friends/critique partners is imperative to being successful in your writing
career. Input of others, especially people you trust is very important. I chose
this post for Honoria’s blog because she is my closest author friend. We have
actually know each other since second grade and attended high school and (some)
college together.
I began writing my first novel in 2008 and gave up part of
the way into it. It wasn’t until I reunited with Honoria at the end of 2009 in
a college history class that I actually put my fingers back on the keys and
started writing again. The class was not my favorite and having her in there
with me was probably the only reason I survived it. She (already had two books
published at this point) looked over my work, showed me what I needed to fix
and helped me realize that I wasn’t quite as ignorant of writing as I thought I
was. She also introduced me to how the world of reading had expanded into these
neat things called ‘e-books’.
I have come a long way since 2008. I recently had my novella
Forbidden Angel published and I also have a job as a content editor for
Breathless Press. Reading, writing, and editing romance is all I’ve ever wanted
to do and I wouldn’t have been able to do that without the help of my wonderful
author friend Honoria.
So, I hope all of you will take today to thank your author
friends for all they do for you. Whether
it’s for critiques, blog opportunities, or listening to you complain about
things that only other authors would understand (i.e. characters who refuse to
do what you want them to and muses’ who hide at the most inopportune times,
lol.). Don’t forget them, they are invaluable!
Check out my debut novella— I would have never finished it without
the help and encouragement of the wonderful Honoria Ravena.
Buy Link
Blurb:
When captured by the Nazi's, Sarah finds herself in a
concentration camp that not only brings her closer to death...but closer to love.
Sarah Brenner, a young Jewish woman, is terrified when she
finds herself in the heat of a railcar bound for a work camp in Nazi Germany.
For years she, along with her mother and sister, had hidden from the SS, but no
one could hide forever. Her hatred for those who have enslaved them is
ever-growing, especially when they arrive and she encounters the shockingly
handsome Nazi doctor who can’t seem to keep his eyes—or hands—off her.
Aurel Rothstein is not your everyday concentration camp
physician. The endless prisoners and lack of care he's allowed to give have
made him numb to the work he so coveted. It isn’t until he comes face to face
with a beautiful prisoner that his heart becomes involved with his job—a
forbidden and fatal move to any Nazi.
When a vile soldier takes direct interest in Sarah, she will
be forced to make a choice that will change her life forever: ignore the pull
toward the handsome doctor or give in to the forbidden passion he awakens with
only a look. Either way they both risk everything...
About the Author
Megan D. Martin is a content editor at Breathless Press, and
loves her job more than a normal person should. She was born and raised in a
small Texas town, where she still resides with her delightfully rotten son. She
enjoys decorating her home with strange things that do not match, playing her
old school Nintendo Entertainment System, and buying fish for her many fish
tanks. Forbidden Angel is her debut novella. To learn more about Megan and her
writing check her out on these social networking sites:
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Buy a Book, Save a Life by Angelina Rain
BUY A BOOK, SAVE A LIFE
The holiday season is upon us and it truly is the season of
giving.
Animal welfare is a very important issue to me, so I'm going
to donate 50% of ALL my royalties from the sales of Rescued Love to the Humane
Society of the United States (http://www.humanesociety.org/).
If you buy a copy of Rescued Love between October 1 and
December 31, a portion of the money you paid will go towards helping the
animals. What could be better? You get an entertaining romance and to give back
to a very important cause.
What are readers saying about Rescued Love?
"I'm very grateful that the author is making this a
series. I certainly can't wait until the second book! All these things make
this a Must Read!"
"Rescued Love is a beautiful blending of mystery and
sweet romance with an unexpected twist."
"Wonderful heartwarming story!"
"I appreciate the unique story the author came up with…
It's entertaining, unique, and I'm hoping that book two is not only about
Petra, but about the dogs who made it through."
RESCUED LOVE BLURB:
One by one, household dogs disappear only to come back after
senseless abuse. Veterinarian Jordan Powell will stop at nothing to ensure her
patients' safety. Even if that means seeking help from ex-boyfriend, police
officer Nate Thrillson, the man whose heart she once broke.
The last thing Nate wants is a relationship. He has an
inoperable cancerous tumor in his brain and his days are numbered. Yet, he
couldn't resist Jordan.
It's a race against time to save the dogs and the man who
captured her heart. Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals,
heal a human?
** Do your part in helping the animals and get yourself a
copy of Rescued Love. **
BUY LINKS:
Breathless Press - http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=7&products_id=297
Friday, October 12, 2012
Funny How It Slipped In by Sascha Illyvich
Bet
you thought this was a sex post, hm? Well I'm sure if I wanted to, I could take
some of my talent and do just that, caress you with literary lessons of love
lost and lone wolves winning, but I'd rather not. The idea for one bores me, and for two, you're
already aware I'm an erotic romance author so that automatically makes me teh
sex.
What
I'm talking about has to do with the actual writing process. In a book I'm working on for agent Saraitza
Hernandez, both my hero and heroine have the same goal, get to the villain. My hero's goal is actually to bring him in,
her goal is to kill him.
When
I realized that issue as part of the conflict in my plotting process I thought,
hey? Didn't I just read that? I damn sure did. In Lover Avenged by JR Ward, both John
Mathews and Xhex are after Lash, both of whom want to kill him for his being a
bad, bad man. It's funny how that sort
of snuck in there as I'm sure I've read that theme before.
Probably
in an Angela Knight book or maybe even Christina Dodd. I'll take that theme one step further. In Burn Notice, the world of Michael Westen
has themes that pop up and while I'm never trying to rip off the show directly,
it never ceases to amaze me where my ideas come from. It only takes a few minutes of playing "what
if" with characters I create from hearing song lyrics and BAM, I've got an
instant story.
In
my latest contemporary romance from Sizzler Editions, I did just that.
Kandy is a young, free spirit. Not afraid to live life, she
pushes her body and soul to the limit, hitting all the loud metal concerts,
knocking back drinks with the best of them, and coming home hung over to Ian
Richards, the man who has taken her under his wing since she came to live with
him after her parents died years ago.
Of course, Ian has a past too. He and his ex-wife parted on
friendly enough terms, but he still feels guilty for their breakup. It seems to
him that his sexy little roommate, who happens to be nine years younger than
him, was a part of their problem. Only, his concern for her seemed fatherly
until she comes home one night after a Slipknot concert and decides to seduce
him. After all, she's old enough.
For someone her age, she's wise beyond her years, which even
Ian can give her, but still. Can Kandy show Ian that in order to grow, he has
to get his priorities straight? Can he get out of his head and let go of the
past long enough to see just what he has under his nose? Or will he cling to
memories of the past failures and remain stuck?
With
this idea I pretty much took the basic romance template and put my characters
in it. In my world I'm used to having
one friend who is in her early 20s. I
played what if, she were actually like me in youthful aggression, passion and
work ethic, but what if she were in love with her older roommate.
Let's
see…how did that turn out? The excerpt
of course has a partial answer!
Speeding down I-45 towards Dallas, he didn't know what he
was thinking when he let her drive. It
was one thing to say "here, let's take my car," and another to say
"Kandy, you drive."
He should have known better.
Taking his car was a better choice, it was brand new. He took very good care of his new Jaguar, but
Kandy just had to test the new fuel injection system on the highway this
time of year. She just had to
test the sound system complete with the latest and cleanest speakers on the
market.
It wouldn't be so bad if she listened to something calmer
than the vocalist from Mudvayne scream.
Of course, maybe she identified. The vocalist was quite pissed off, but he had
to be in his early twenties, right?
Stopping at a truck stop in Centerville, they both got
out, stretching their legs. Kandy was
dressed in blue jeans that hugged her well rounded ass and emphasized just how
tiny she was, a red velvet jacket that hid her frame. She wore a tight black top, showing Ian
plenty of cleavage. Her bright red
ponytail swung over the curve of her ass.
Complete with two inch boots, she was a knockout!
Ian dressed more conservatively. Black slacks, a beautiful purple ribbed
sweater that Kandy bought him last year for Christmas, and his trusty
Bostonians. Black of course.
Finishing up, Ian met Kandy outside the store and walked
with her, arm in arm towards the car.
"I'll drive," Ian looked sternly into Kandy's
beautiful eyes.
Kandy pouted, "You don't like my driving?"
"No," Ian's voice was firm.
"Coward." Sticking her tongue out at him made
Ian think of things he shouldn't. This
was just a little vacation, right?
"Fine," she retorted to his silence. But I get to crank up the music still."
Ian sighed heavily.
"Yay!" Kandy jumped up, clapping like a little
girl who'd just gotten permission to eat sweets.
They got in the car and immediately, Kandy turned up the
stereo. More Mudvayne.
Ian groaned.
"Oh come on, there's passion behind this band. You
know what that is, don't you?"
Ian groaned loudly.
"Yes, I know what passion is."
"Was.
Until," she stopped herself.
Ian was quick to catch her mistake. "How old are these guys?"
It was too late.
Kandy had drifted into the heavy rhythms of the bass players' slap
technique.
They were just outside Dallas when Kandy reached over and
put her hand on Ian's thigh. Twitching,
he ignored her, feeling deaf. She'd
switched out Mudvayne for a louder band with a vocalist who vacillated between
sounding like an angel, or like he'd swallowed pins for breakfast.
Jerking when her hand inched up his thigh, Ian looked at
Kandy, thrashing to the music. Well,
that was a term for it anyway.
Before Ian became fully cognizant, Kandy's hand had
managed to find its' way to his crotch.
The warmth of her hand was welcome, but dangerous.
"What are you doing?" he asked when his zipper
slid down.
Kandy reached a hand into his pants, threading her fingers
through his boxers.
Choking back a groan, Ian managed to keep his eyes on the
road. It had grown considerably darker
now.
"What the hell are you doing, Candace?"
"Mmm, don't call me Candace," she purred before
freeing his cock. She began stroking it,
her fingers warming and massaging his rigid cock.
"I can't pull over for this nonse–" he couldn't
finish the sentence. Keeping his eyes
focused on the road, he realized her warm breath had kissed his cock.
Then her lips fell over him.
"I can't be–oh god Kandy your mouth is so warm…"
Her lips brushed the head of his swollen member, Ian's knees
jerked against the gas pedal, sending them within inches of the car in front of
them.
The car in front of them honked, flipped Ian off and
changed lanes.
Ian peered down, then at the driver who gave him a thumbs
up once he glanced over to see Kandy's mouth working him over.
Ian groaned pleasurably.
His body was on fire, his nerves ready to explode in Kandy's mouth, but
he maintained control. If she wasn't
careful, they'd wreck.
It started to snow.
"Fucking great!"
Ian choked the words out when she sank his cock completely inside her
mouth.
"I know," Kandy replied. "You taste so damn good," she
licked the head of his cock like a lollipop.
Ian grunted, trying to concentrate on the road, but Kandy's tongue
snaked around his shaft, sliding up one side and down another.
Clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles had turned
white by now, and his thighs ached from his trying to remain in control of his
car.
It purred, or at least he thought it did until he slowed
the car and saw Kandy, purring against his cock. The sensation sent shivers racing through
him. Her hot mouth covered him, sliding
his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound.
"Kandy," he gritted his teeth together. Slowing the car, he heard her giggle.
"This is so fun though," she lowered her mouth
over his cock, brushing the sensitive skin with her teeth.
The friction of her wet lips against his swollen sex was
enough to drive him wild. "You
should stop," he reiterated, "or I'll come in your mouth."
"That's the idea," she licked him again.
Thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to buck her, he
quickly realized that he only added to their pleasure.
She wasn't going to stop.
Ian didn't care right now.
The speed sign passed by too quickly for him to see what the legal limit
was, but it didn't matter. His gray
jaguar could outrun any patrol car, but he really didn't want to have matters
come to that.
"Kandy," he lowered a hand to her hair, stroking
her curls, playing, tangling his fingers in her silky hair.
"Silly pet," she uttered and moved up and down
his cock faster and faster, excitement building in him. His throbbing cock jerked in her mouth once,
his control over his body gone.
Buy
Links: http://www.amazon.com/Stuck-ebook/dp/B000WTFFAY/ref=sr_1_16?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1307716419&sr=1-16
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Guest Author Wendy Ely
One of the most
common questions regarding being an author is: Where do you get your ideas for
your books? The short, general answer is that I get my ideas everywhere. Life
inspires me. Here is the secret about Jesse’s Brother:
In my
mid-twenties I was dating two men. While out on a date with one, the other
called me. Luckily for me, my date had gone to the bathroom when the other
called. Shame on me, I answered the phone. “So what are you doing?” the other
guy asked. Believing in being honest, I said, “I’m on a date. I can’t really
talk right now.” I hung up the phone just as my date returned to our table. The
next morning I received flowers from the guy I hadn’t been out with. The next
time my date came over, he noticed the flowers from the other guy and had some
sent the following day.
Let me tell you
that both of them being really important people in my life. The guy I had been
on the actual date with kind of fizzled away while the other one became my best
friend. Our friendship lasted years.
During the time I
was dating them, I started thinking, “what if…” One thought led to another and
Jesse’s Brother was written. No, neither character in Jesse’s Brother was based
on the guys. The characters just morphed from my brain. I only took something
that was happening to me in real life and twisted it around to make some great
fiction!
Jesse’s Brother
is free on Kindle from October 11th through October 15th.
Want a copy? Grab one. I’d also like to hear what you think of the book. http://amzn.com/B009NWWW6G
If you’d like a paperback copy: http://amzn.com/1468069047
Here is where you
can find me:
Amazon Author
page: http://amzn.com/e/B008SA6TJK
Email: authorwendyely@gmail.com
And my blog: www.wendyely.blogspot.com
One
woman, two men: a single summer to choose between them. Sacrificing a summer to
fix her relationship with her mother and find out what’s troubling her father
isn’t so bad...right? Wrong. Or so Samantha learns upon her return to Portland.
As if family drama wasn’t bad enough, first comes Noah. Then comes Jesse.
Samantha is torn between the way her heart skips a beat each time Noah looks at
her, and the way Jesse’s touch make her yearn for more.
Will Samantha be able to choose between the men before their secret crushes her?
Will Samantha be able to choose between the men before their secret crushes her?
Excerpt:
After walking out of his
family’s life, he’d avoided relationships of any kind. He’d loosened up a bit,
working on the ranch. Martin had become a role model to him, but Noah didn’t
want to care about anyone else. Not even Samantha. Now he knew her story and
wanted to be in her life. It was terrible to be totally alone and Samantha
didn’t deserve to be.
“Damn it!” He threw a
bale of hay onto the barn floor. “Why did she have to come here?”
Frances, Samantha’s
mother, had shown up in the barn a few days before to give him a subtle warning
to stay away from her daughter. He didn’t pay any mind to the idea of Samantha
being around the farm and hadn’t even asked any questions about her. He’d
shrugged and turned back to his work. He was surprised she hadn’t been more
like queen bee Frances, ready to sting anyone within arm’s length.
Even though he’d heard stories about her childhood from Martin, he’d never once
fathomed the idea that Samantha Johns would indeed be beautiful with those
freckled cheeks and dimples. And the added bonus? She was equally sweet.
Samantha’s presence
could become a complication in his well maintained life. He didn’t need any
extra hurdles. Lord knew he’d had enough of those along the way. Getting
involved with someone was complicated enough, but with the boss’s daughter?
Probably not a good idea. The fact that Frances hated the very air he breathed
made the situation worse.
“I never take the easy
road,” he grumbled as he wiped the sweat trickling down his cheek.
What was Samantha doing
now? His eyes switched over to the door. It would be nice if she’d come down to
the barn.
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