Archive for June, 2010

New Cave Release – Nicole Austin

Once a woman’s deepest, darkest desires have been exposed—whetting her appetite for taboo pleasures of the flesh—her unquenchable hungers will not be denied.

Floggers and whips.

Chains and leather restraints.

Erotic rewards and punishments…oh my!

Seduced by erotic stories and the forbidden lure of Dominance and submission, Evie Sloan longs to explore the scintillating delights firsthand. While some fantasies are better left to the imagination, for the chance to visit a real BDSM club, she’s willing to take a risk.

Been there, done that, seen it all—or so jaded Dominant Niko Kovalenko thought. Evie’s arrival on the scene reawakens long-dormant passions and ramps them up to a whole new level. She’s an exciting challenge, a dangerous temptation, igniting the compulsion to posses. To collar.

Evie is no man’s submissive pet. Niko strips her bare, sheds light on all her secret desires and weaknesses, but it’s still not enough for him. To win her man, she’ll have to confront her fears and find a way to bridge the distance between them.

 

 

Advertisements

Happy Release Day, Nicole Austin!

Once a woman’s deepest, darkest desires have been exposed—whetting her appetite for taboo pleasures of the flesh—her unquenchable hungers will not be denied.

Floggers and whips.

Chains and leather restraints.

Erotic rewards and punishments…oh my!

Seduced by erotic stories and the forbidden lure of Dominance and submission, Evie Sloan longs to explore the scintillating delights firsthand. While some fantasies are better left to the imagination, for the chance to visit a real BDSM club, she’s willing to take a risk.

Been there, done that, seen it all—or so jaded Dominant Niko Kovalenko thought. Evie’s arrival on the scene reawakens long-dormant passions and ramps them up to a whole new level. She’s an exciting challenge, a dangerous temptation, igniting the compulsion to posses. To collar.

Evie is no man’s submissive pet. Niko strips her bare, sheds light on all her secret desires and weaknesses, but it’s still not enough for him. To win her man, she’ll have to confront her fears and find a way to bridge the distance between them.


New Cave Release – Regina Carlysle

Book three in the Texas Passions series.

When Callista Hill settles in tiny Morgan’s Creek, she vows to make a better life for herself. She never figured lust and screaming-hot orgasms were part of the equation. One look at the local bar owner and she’s flooded with the need to have him in her bed. He burns her to ash with every erotic touch, bringing her sex-starved body achingly to life.

The instant dark, moody Mac Moreno claps eyes on Callie, he knows he wants her. Her lush curves turn him inside out and have his libido racing from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. Burning up the sheets with this sassy, sweet lady brings him back to life. But when her stalking ex hunts her down, will Callie run?

Not if Mac can help it.

~*~

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: EAGLE’S REFUGE

Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Mac Moreno leaned back against the corral fence and looked out over land that now belonged, in part, to him. A year ago, he would never have imagined such a thing but with Joe Morgan’s death, the White Eagle Ranch had been split into thirds, leaving his half sister Leah, half brother Dash and himself with a legacy that was pretty overwhelming to a guy who’d scratched out a living alone for most of his life.

Heavy noonday sunshine beat down on him. Mac swept the battered straw cowboy hat from his head and mopped his sweaty brow with a bandana he kept tucked in his back pocket.

Damn hot today.

A savage shriek ripped through the air. Mac squinted at the violently blue Texas sky and watched a lone eagle glide through that vivid palette to land on the roof of the barn where it pierced him with an unblinking gaze. Eagle and man shared a moment of utter communion. No doubt the bird of prey wondered what the hell a nobody like himself was doing out here laying claim to this land, this ranch.

Mac had asked himself the same question a million times over the past few months. Sending his gaze over the immediate area, taking in the stately ranch house in the distance, the corrals, the barn, he wondered about the fickleness of fate. His mother Elena had been the housekeeper for Joe Morgan thirty-odd years ago and on one hot Texas night, she’d slept with the boss and wound up pregnant. That event had ended her employment at White Eagle Ranch and she’d moved on to clean the houses of wealthy folks in the town of Morgan’s Creek, scratching out a living as a single mother until the day she’d died.

Mac’s jaw tightened.

As he shifted his gaze to the side of the barn, memories assaulted him, bitter and ultimately humiliating. He’d been sixteen, a gangly kid who knew full well the rich, powerful Joe Morgan was the father who’d never claimed him, never wanted him.

“What the hell are you doing here, boy?”

Mac swallowed hard. His hands were shaking but he didn’t want his father to see so he shoved them in the pockets of his jeans and tried like hell to look cool. “Looking for work, sir.”

Joe scowled at him. He was a big man with a shock of white hair and as intimidating as hell. This was the man who didn’t want him, didn’t speak to him on the streets of Morgan’s Creek, the town that bore his name. The big man looked down and then up, taking him in, sizing him up, and Mac knew Joe Morgan didn’t like what he saw. Nope. He didn’t measure up but had he thought he would? He’d been fooling himself.

“Aren’t you Elena Moreno’s kid?”

“Yessir.”

Silence fell. Mac sucked in a breath and held it. What the hell had he been thinking? Had he imagined his dad would call him son and hug him like he meant it?

Suddenly Mac felt stupid and dumb and more on the outside than ever before.

Why would the all-powerful Joe Morgan ever in a million years acknowledge a poor Mexican kid from the wrong side of the tracks? To most of the town, Mac was nothing but trash. He had no hope of college and could lay claim to no kind of future. Hell, his mom had saved for years just to buy him a class ring so he could remember his high school days. Dumb thing but it made Elena proud to do it. She’d saved every dime so he could have a couple of new pairs of jeans at the start of every school year. She’d worked her fingers to the bone, scrubbing toilets and polishing floors, to give him the bare necessities of life. Joe Morgan had never contributed. Not once.

In the distance, a horse galloped across a pasture. Pretty Leah, his half sister, the legitimate child of Joe Morgan, was out riding her beautiful mare, her ponytail whipping out behind her like a shiny flag. Resentment welled up deep inside him. His heart tightened and frustration dug steely spurs into his belly. She had everything. He had nothing. The fact that she didn’t know he was her brother wasn’t the issue. Mac was so jealous he wanted to just die.

He was the unacknowledged bastard kid of a rich dude who apparently hated his guts.

Mac focused on the older man and wanted to kick his own ass. His being here was stupid, ridiculous.

Joe shifted his stance and gave him a fierce look. “Think you’ve got what it takes to be a cowboy, kid?”

The spit dried in Mac’s mouth. “Yessir.”

“Well, I don’t think so,” he drawled. “Got plenty of hands and they don’t need to be babysitting you. Now you get on out of here, kid. You don’t belong here.”

Mac watched him walk away without a backward glance, standing there, his eyes burning like hellfire from tears. Then he turned and ran as fast as he could to the old beat-up truck he’d borrowed from a friend. Slamming the door of the truck, he rubbed his stinging eyes before driving away.


Happy Release Day, Regina!

Book three in the Texas Passions series.

When Callista Hill settles in tiny Morgan’s Creek, she vows to make a better life for herself. She never figured lust and screaming-hot orgasms were part of the equation. One look at the local bar owner and she’s flooded with the need to have him in her bed. He burns her to ash with every erotic touch, bringing her sex-starved body achingly to life.

The instant dark, moody Mac Moreno claps eyes on Callie, he knows he wants her. Her lush curves turn him inside out and have his libido racing from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. Burning up the sheets with this sassy, sweet lady brings him back to life. But when her stalking ex hunts her down, will Callie run?

Not if Mac can help it.

***

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: EAGLE’S REFUGE

Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

 

Mac Moreno leaned back against the corral fence and looked out over land that now belonged, in part, to him. A year ago, he would never have imagined such a thing but with Joe Morgan’s death, the White Eagle Ranch had been split into thirds, leaving his half sister Leah, half brother Dash and himself with a legacy that was pretty overwhelming to a guy who’d scratched out a living alone for most of his life.

Heavy noonday sunshine beat down on him. Mac swept the battered straw cowboy hat from his head and mopped his sweaty brow with a bandana he kept tucked in his back pocket.

Damn hot today.

A savage shriek ripped through the air. Mac squinted at the violently blue Texas sky and watched a lone eagle glide through that vivid palette to land on the roof of the barn where it pierced him with an unblinking gaze. Eagle and man shared a moment of utter communion. No doubt the bird of prey wondered what the hell a nobody like himself was doing out here laying claim to this land, this ranch.

Mac had asked himself the same question a million times over the past few months. Sending his gaze over the immediate area, taking in the stately ranch house in the distance, the corrals, the barn, he wondered about the fickleness of fate. His mother Elena had been the housekeeper for Joe Morgan thirty-odd years ago and on one hot Texas night, she’d slept with the boss and wound up pregnant. That event had ended her employment at White Eagle Ranch and she’d moved on to clean the houses of wealthy folks in the town of Morgan’s Creek, scratching out a living as a single mother until the day she’d died.

Mac’s jaw tightened.

As he shifted his gaze to the side of the barn, memories assaulted him, bitter and ultimately humiliating. He’d been sixteen, a gangly kid who knew full well the rich, powerful Joe Morgan was the father who’d never claimed him, never wanted him.

“What the hell are you doing here, boy?”

Mac swallowed hard. His hands were shaking but he didn’t want his father to see so he shoved them in the pockets of his jeans and tried like hell to look cool. “Looking for work, sir.”

Joe scowled at him. He was a big man with a shock of white hair and as intimidating as hell. This was the man who didn’t want him, didn’t speak to him on the streets of Morgan’s Creek, the town that bore his name. The big man looked down and then up, taking him in, sizing him up, and Mac knew Joe Morgan didn’t like what he saw. Nope. He didn’t measure up but had he thought he would? He’d been fooling himself.

“Aren’t you Elena Moreno’s kid?”

“Yessir.”

Silence fell. Mac sucked in a breath and held it. What the hell had he been thinking? Had he imagined his dad would call him son and hug him like he meant it?

Suddenly Mac felt stupid and dumb and more on the outside than ever before.

Why would the all-powerful Joe Morgan ever in a million years acknowledge a poor Mexican kid from the wrong side of the tracks? To most of the town, Mac was nothing but trash. He had no hope of college and could lay claim to no kind of future. Hell, his mom had saved for years just to buy him a class ring so he could remember his high school days. Dumb thing but it made Elena proud to do it. She’d saved every dime so he could have a couple of new pairs of jeans at the start of every school year. She’d worked her fingers to the bone, scrubbing toilets and polishing floors, to give him the bare necessities of life. Joe Morgan had never contributed. Not once.

In the distance, a horse galloped across a pasture. Pretty Leah, his half sister, the legitimate child of Joe Morgan, was out riding her beautiful mare, her ponytail whipping out behind her like a shiny flag. Resentment welled up deep inside him. His heart tightened and frustration dug steely spurs into his belly. She had everything. He had nothing. The fact that she didn’t know he was her brother wasn’t the issue. Mac was so jealous he wanted to just die.

He was the unacknowledged bastard kid of a rich dude who apparently hated his guts.

Mac focused on the older man and wanted to kick his own ass. His being here was stupid, ridiculous.

Joe shifted his stance and gave him a fierce look. “Think you’ve got what it takes to be a cowboy, kid?”

The spit dried in Mac’s mouth. “Yessir.”

“Well, I don’t think so,” he drawled. “Got plenty of hands and they don’t need to be babysitting you. Now you get on out of here, kid. You don’t belong here.”

Mac watched him walk away without a backward glance, standing there, his eyes burning like hellfire from tears. Then he turned and ran as fast as he could to the old beat-up truck he’d borrowed from a friend. Slamming the door of the truck, he rubbed his stinging eyes before driving away.

 

 


Jasmine Aherne Interview

Please welcome Jasmine Aherne to my humble blog abode. Much sauciness ahead with Orlando Bloom…in Jasmine’s room. God, I should have been a poet…

Nat: So, how does writing make you feel, darling?

Jasmine: Great! Like slipping into someone else’s skin for an hour, or two, or three. No matter what’s going on in your own life it’s nice to take a load off your mind and tackle someone else’s problems instead, or…give them more problems! Mwahaha.

Nat: Oh, you wicked woman, you! Which of your books is your fave–and why? Gotta know the why because I’m nosey.

Jasmine: Stranded, I think. How could it not be? It was my first ever published novel, and my first novel with one of my publishers, Pink Petal Books. Why? Because I adored writing it. The hero, Will, is based on one of my favourite actors, Edward Norton, and it gave me an excuse to watch a lot of his films. Research, yes. *cough cough*

Nat: Ah, he’s the geezer who played Will Graham in Red Dragon, isn’t he? I do believe you can keep him. He’s not my mug of tea, dear. There will be no squabbles over men at this present time…

Do you need silence to write, or can you pen a tale with a household tempest swirling around you?

Jasmine: I like music. Right now I’m sat on my sweetie’s bed with my computer on my lap. I’m warm and comfy and my sweetie is at his PC killing zombies. It’s nice to be able to share space with him but do different things at the same time. Mind you, he has to wear headphones too or I get distracted by the zombies going splat… Eeew.

Nat: Eww indeed! What books do you have planned for the future, or don’t you know until you open a clean document?

Jasmine: I don’t know! I’d like to say I have a list as long as my arm of planned books…but I don’t know. I usually get an idea when I go to the movies. Films are so inspirational to me.

Nat: That guy there. Look at him. He seriously has your list on his damn arm. Imagine having an arm like that, though! You could tap someone on the shoulder way ahead of you in a queue then snake your arm back quickly and pretend you didn’t do it. The fun you could have!

How much writing time do you have each day/week, and do you wish you had more?

Jasmine: About an hour or two, more on weekends. I wish I had more! I’m lucky that I don’t work terribly long hours in my day job, but sometimes I get home too tired to do more than pour dinner down my neck and collapse into bed!

Nat: I like that idea. Pouring dinner down your neck. It would save so much time not having to chew!

Okay, imagine this, if you will.. You’ve been asked to attend a writing convention, and a genie appears (come on, indulge me…), offering to magic one star who will accompany you. Who would you pick and why? Details, I must have details, and if it’s a star I’d pick, I’ll fight you for the sexy bleeder! *holds fists up and stands in a menacing position, just so you know I mean business*

Jasmine: All right! *rubs hands with glee* Well, I do have a thing for Edward Norton, but in this case, it’d HAVE to be Orlando Bloom. In his Pirates of the Carribean get up. Oh yeah, baby. The long hair, the pirate coat, the boots, the open shirt, the voice…. all of it. And why? Just look at him! And it gets better when he has a sword. Men + weapons do it for me!

Nat: Okay, so now we have a squabble on the horizon. Unless you agree to share… He is rather dishy, isn’t he? A veritable plate of dishiness that begs to be eaten up. Eyes, look at the eyes. Ooooh. Ooooooooooooh!
Oh crap! The genie has appeared again–gosh, he’s an accommodating fella but arrives at the most inopportune friggin’ fantasy moment GRR–and grants you another wish. Personally, I think he fancies you, hence his reappearance, but he’s so shy he’s just making out he has to visit you with three wishes. Yeah, right, Genie Boy, whatever you say. Hmm. Why doesn’t he just say he thinks you’re lush? Men! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. The genie says you can take your star on an all-expenses paid holiday. Where would you go and why?

Jasmine: Ireland, without a doubt. It might be cold, but it’s beautiful. Sheer cliffs that stagger down to roaring pale blue seas, a summer sky bluer than a robin’s egg, and live music every night in most pubs. And the men’s accents! Whoa. That accent should be illegal, it’s so hot. Seriously! Although I suppose with Orlando on my arm I’d be greedy if I checked out the men….

Nat: Ah, I see what you’re doing. Staking a claim on Orlando with that last comment *grin*. Making it clear he’s yours, ya big meany. So tell me, what would you do with him? You know, do-do *wink*.

Jasmine: Three words. Bed. Silk scarves. You can imagine the rest. And oh boy, am I imagining right now…

Nat: LOL! Now, you’re fully sated by Orlando, and the genie is back, jealous as all get out and raging at you to run away with him. But Orlando has claimed your heart and you’ve claimed his. The genie offers you unlimited wishes if you go with him, but you can’t use one to keep the star as yours. Would you run away with the genie or stay with the star?

Jasmine: Ooh! I don’t know. That’s a tough one… I guess I could wish for the genie to turn into Orlando…is that allowed, or is trying to trick him naughty?

Nat: I love it! I wouldn’t have thought of doing that. Yes, that’s allowed, whoop!

So, do you believe in love at first sight, soul mates, and destiny?

Jasmine: I believe in love at first sight, and I believe in destiny. As for soul mates, I just don’t know. I used to believe in that “one person for everyone” theory, but then I thought, what if your “one” gets taken from you? Are you just doomed to wander around, loveless, without them, never to feel a love that wonderful again? That makes me sad.

Nat: I know what you mean. That wandering thing makes me want to cry.

Where do you see yourself in your writing career in five year’s time?

Jasmine: I’d like to be able to write part time and work part time–hopefully I’ll be making enough money to do that. And maybe in ten year’s time, I could write full time! Aahhhh, wishing… Where’s that genie when you need him?

Nat: He’s buggered off, jealous about Orlando.

And one for luck… Do you think I’m rather mental? I’ve asked myself this a dozen times, but my other me won’t answer.

Jasmine: Nah. You’re fun! And hey, you gave me a nice Orlando Bloom fantasy for free… *turns laptop so her sweetie can’t see, just incase he’s finished killing zombies*

Nat: Oh good. Glad to have been of service, heh heh! Well, it was great having you here. I had much fun. Good luck with all your books, darling, and have a good fantasy tonight! LOL!

Now, my beauties, here is an excerpt from Jasmine. Whee!
~*~

Excerpt from Stranded by Jasmine Aherne

Will wanted to look at Rachel but he didn’t. Her shiny, chocolate brown hair swung past her chin and brushed her shoulders in gentle waves. He wondered what it would feel like between his fingers.

He longed to say something, anything, anything at all, a comment on her appearance, an enquiry about the time of flight she would attempt to board tomorrow, but his thought processes were interrupted when the elevator slid to a halt and the doors opened. Her floor.

“My room is right around this corner.” She led him down the large tan hallway. It looked like a nice place, not too expensive, not too cheap. “Here we are, this should be-” she got her key ready.

He stayed her hand. “Would you like me to come in with you?”

Rachel deliberated. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes filled with anxiety.

Their eyes met. Rachel hesitated, but then she nodded firmly. “Yes. Please.”

The key slid home. The door opened, and Will had time for a cursory glance around the empty room.

His fingers itched to touch, to stroke her cheek, hold her hand.
But he didn’t, of course, he didn’t. He had proved himself a gentleman, and he didn’t want to outstay his welcome. Yet his feet stayed rooted to the ground. He wanted to stay with her, near her. Even though I shouldn’t. It would be so inappropriate.

“All right.” He finally kicked himself into doing the right thing, unfortunately it was the opposite of what he wanted.

What I want is just to stand here and drink her in: her delicate profile, still so wounded in the harsh light of the hotel room. To feel the softness of her hair and taste the salt of her tears.

“All right?” she asked.

“I should go. You should get some sleep. It’s been a long day for you.”

“Yes. It has.” She rubbed at her hair, a nervous gesture. “Thanks, Will. For… seeing me safely up here.” She lifted a hand and dropped it, then leaned up and kissed his cheek, very gently, her lips silk-soft against his skin.

He hoped she had left a lipstick-colored imprint. Something to remember her by.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He turned to go, but then, just couldn’t help adding, “So what are you doing tomorrow? You have a whole day to just mess around the city, right?”

Realization dawned. “Oh, I… I hadn’t thought about it, but yes I do.”

Silence circled around them. Finally, Will gathered up the wherewithal to ask, “Do you want me to show you about?”


Daniel I. Russell – Free Audio Book

One of my all-time favourite authors, Daniel I. Russell, has an audio book out if you’d like to go and have a listen. He writes horror, so if that’s your bag, baby, then head HERE.

I ‘met’ Daniel years ago on an online writing forum, and his enthusiasm and drive to pursue his writing career always astounded me. Back then, I didn’t have the confidence he has and couldn’t imagine being so focused. I always thought that out of all of us on that group, Daniel would be the one to hit the big time. I’ve loved all his novels and short stories. His imagination amazes me, and the plots he comes up with are unique, in my opinion. I still think, to this day, his name will be very well known in years to come. Like Stephen King well known.

So, head over to that link and have a good old listen. Daniel would be chuffed to bits! Thanks!


New Release! Lily Harlem

Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.

She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.

She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.