Deliciously Naughty Writers

BLOG CONTEST all this week!

noreply@blogger.com (Sierra Dafoe) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 05:16:00 +0000

SierraDafoe.com has a new look! And to celebrate, I'm having a contest on my blog all week -- just stop by, check out the site redesign, and leave a comment on my blog to be entered!

-- Sierra

Sierra Dafoe -- Feed the Fantasy
sierradafoe.com

SEDUCING THE MOON by Sherrill Quinn

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 14:52:00 +0000

It's here!

It only takes a little moonlight to bring out the primal desire between two lovers...

Declan O’Connell has a history with Pelicia Cobb, but not the kind that’s going to help him win her back. It was bad enough that he broke her heart as a gruff ex-commando. Now he’s got another side to his personality, a furry, fierce side that goes a little wild under the light of the moon…

Pel wants nothing more than the chance to clean up the mess Declan made of her life—without his interference. But with a sniper taking shots at her on her doorstep, there’s no one better to protect her than Declan. And it’s hard to ignore all of his deliciousness, especially the way her body responds to his undeniable magnetism. There’s no question the rugged Irishman brings out the animal instinct in her—an instinct that propels her toward him, even when she knows she should run away…

Available now at Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, Borders and Books-A-Million. You can read an excerpt or buy here as well.

Sierra Dafoe signs with TKA!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Sierra Dafoe) — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 19:42:00 +0000

I am very excited to announce that I have just signed with The Knight Agency for literary representation!

Nephele Tempest, who reps authors Nalini Singh, Gemma Halliday, and Shannon K. Butcher among others, will be working with me on my new paranormal series -- come join my newsletter or my yahoogroup to stay updated on further developments!

Charity raffle!

noreply@blogger.com (Sierra Dafoe) — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 15:00:00 +0000

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Contact: Rochelle Sorzano
Charity Co-Coordinator
2055 Utica Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11234
Phone: 347-221-0260
http://www.treasuretrovecharity.com/

Our Goal for the Sweet, Sassy, and Sexy Raffle is to get at least 5,000 donations at $20 .00 each. We are fully aware of the current financial climate and understand that $20 is a lot to ask of you. What we are asking is that you give in the spirit of giving. The three causes, St. Jude's Children's Hospital, The 3 Day. Org (Cure for Cancer) and Save the Quiet Kitty are worthy causes. The whole purpose is to help others, we ask that you take part in this endeavor and help us help others.

Simply Simone Inc and the Pink Chair Dairies Presents the Treasure Trove Charity Raffle, each prize is worth an estimated $400.00 and counting. This idea came about when my friend and co-coordinator Author Selena Illyria approached me with an idea to help fellow author and friend The Quiet Kitty/Camille Anthony who was diagnosed in 1989 with Pulmonary Sarcoidosis, caused by exposure to asbestos while an employee of the State of California. (There is a pending class action lawsuit against the State of California, which has been in Pre-Trial hearings for almost a decade.) Camille is now a full time author with no health insurance. She is in stage four of Pulmonary Sarcoidosis and cannot get health insurance because of this pre-existing condition.

I loved the idea and wanted to help as much as possible; And, I thought we should extend it to include a couple of my other favorite charities. Breast Cancer is a concern for all of us and it will take all of us to help find a cure. In addition, St. Jude, when I first heard the story of how the Hospital came to be it struck a chord with me. Moreover, I always promised myself that if I can ever support them with the wonderful work they do I would.

My very talented friend Selena Illyria came up with the Sweet, Sassy, Sexy Charity Raffle, a nod to the cheeky erotic stories she and fellow authors pen. We thought this would be a fun way to give back to those who are generous enough to donate to our charity. We called on all of our writer friends from all over the romance world to donate to these worthy causes, and to my delight, it just kept growing and growing. Until each trunk is now worth over $400.00 and counting.

You can also help us help others, by donating at www.treasuretrovecharity.com and selecting the trunk of your choice and then clicking the donate button. Each theme will represent a charity and at the end, we will share 60% of all net profits equally to the charities.

Rules: There is unlimited bidding until the time the raffle comes to a closed.

Please Note:

60% net of the proceeds goes to the above-mentioned charities.

For information: http://www.treasuretrovecharity.com, http://www.simplysimoneinc.com/, http://www.pinkchairdaires.com/ or
Contac: rochelles@simplysimoneinc.com
Phone: 347-221-0260

New Release - DRAGONHEAT by Sherrill Quinn

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 15:27:00 +0000

DRAGONHEAT, the sequel to my top-seller DRAGONFIRE, is available now at Amber Heat!

Nikolai Zelenka and Rainer Batsakis are sent by the leader of their dragon clan to find out what happened to a geneticist working for them. They meet the scientist's sister, Deirdre "DeeDee" Adair and immediately recognize her as their mate.

DeeDee doesn't need dragon DNA to know she's wildly attracted to both men. But first she has to understand--and accept--them for what they are. And they must protect her against the dragon hunters who are after her...

~ * ~
Nikolai's stance became ultra-alert, his nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing. His gaze slid past her to the large curtained picture window on her right. "Get away from the door," he ordered in a low voice.

"Now, listen here," she began, only to be cut off when he charged toward her. Eyes wide, fear closing her throat, she still managed a squeak of alarm and depressed the button on the pepper spray. The stream soared over his shoulder to land harmlessly on the carpet. God, he was fast! He grabbed her and moved behind the sofa. He pushed her to the floor and slanted his big body over hers, his large hands cradling her head.

At the same time Rainer turned off the lamp. She heard him moving, his heavy boots squeaking as he crawled past her on his way to the picture window.

Heat from Nikolai's body seeped into her, tempting her to stroke her hands along his lean sides. Ay-ay-ay. Get a grip, girl. Now's not the time to be lusting after him, though that's an interesting development. She wiggled a bit and the bulge pressing against her abdomen hardened even further.

Just as the thought that he might be planning to rape her killed the burgeoning lust she was beginning to feel, loud pops filled the air. Staccato in rhythm, it took a few seconds for her to realize it was weapons' fire. "Someone's shooting at us!"

"No shit, Sherlock," came the muttered reply from the man crouched beside the window.

Ass, she thought with some heat. "I've never been shot at before, you putz."

"I have." His voice was still as low as before.

"Can you see them, Rainer?" Nikolai lifted his head. He rose up onto his elbows and stared toward the man by the window.

"No. Dammit."

DeeDee twisted her neck to get a better look at what was going on. She could barely make out Rainer as he crouched by the window, peering out through the curtain.

"I told you it was too dangerous to entrust information like this with humans." Rainer's deep voice had a decided bite to it.

She blinked. What did he mean, give it to humans? As opposed to...what? Monkeys?

More gunfire erupted and Nikolai dropped back down onto her. She heard the breaking of glass, the shattering of ceramic, and shards of the table lamp rained down over her. Well, mostly over Nikolai, since he was still smashing her into the floor. His warm breath wafted against her cheek, sending tiny shivers up and down her spine.

Contrary to the strangeness of the situation, the man on top of her felt...familiar.

Like...home.

"Fuck this." Rainer's voice was harsh. "I'll be right back."

"Be careful." Nikolai tipped his head up. Though he looked at his friend, DeeDee was enormously aware of just how very close that luscious mouth of his was to hers.

Rainer headed toward the kitchen in a crouching run. Then Nikolai looked down at her. In the darkness of the room she couldn't make out very many details, even as close as his face was, but she could see the light amber of his eyes.

Wait. Amber? Hadn't his eyes been...brown? Or maybe hazel?

"Stay down." He pushed away from her, pausing with his knees bent and his palms planted on the floor on either side of her shoulders. "I mean it, Ms. Adair. Stay put until we get back."

From outside came the sounds of men's shouts and a roar like a fierce wind, but different somehow, a sound that she couldn't quite figure out. Seeing that Nikolai was waiting for her response, she gave a nod. If people were outside firing guns toward the house, she wasn't a fool. She was much less likely to be hit by a bullet if she was flat on the floor.

He leaned down and for the briefest of moments his lips touched the corner of her mouth. Then he was gone.

Copyright 2008 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.

DRAGONHEAT - available now at Amber Heat!

What reviewers have said about Dragonfire:
"5 Hearts!...This is a powerful story with excellent dialogue and characterizations..."--Dee, The Romance Studio
"5 Lips!...Sherrill Quinn has written a perfect shapeshifter novel...A story you simply must read...Sherrill Quinn does not disappoint!"--Tara Renee, TwoLips Reviews
"5 Angels!...I loved this book. From the first page till the last it captured my attention...I hope Sherrill Quinn continues to write Dragon books and I would definitely buy them if she did. I look forward to reading more stories by her."--Ashley, Fallen Angel Reviews

It's here!!! The DARK PANTHEON series has arrived with WICKED OMEN!

noreply@blogger.com (Sierra Dafoe) — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 15:28:00 +0000

Whee! The first Dark Pantheon book, Sherrill Quinn's WICKED OMEN, just released at Ellora's Cave! Come check it out, and stop by darkpantheon.com to learn more about this exciting series!

WICKED OMEN
by Sherrill Quinn

Book one in the Dark Pantheon series
http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=SQui

They are children of the gods. Half-immortal, yet never whole. Until they find the one we burn to possess for all eternity...

Wicked Omen

In the seventh century B.C., Kalla must pretend to be one of the hated enemy -- a Spartan -- in order to save her family. Her gift of sight has brought her to the attention of her Spartan master, Praxiteles, who is determined to use her to overthrow one of the dual kings of the Spartan monarchy. She has no choice but to play along, or her father and brothers will die.

Nikolaos, an Aresian vampire, is a fierce proponent of one of the Spartan kings -- in direct opposition to the man who threatens Kalla's family. When Praxiteles introduces Kalla as the Spartan's new oracle, Nikolaos is suspicious of her, both because her behavior is inconsistent with that of a Spartan woman but especially because of her association with Praxiteles. However, he can't resist her beauty and intelligence.

When she tells Nikolaos something that happened in a recent battle that no one but one of his men -- in whose fealty he has absolute trust -- could know, he begins to believe her. With his skepticism put to rest, he gives in to his desire for her.

Kalla and Nikolaos must now face a common enemy -- one who threatens both Nikolaos's way of life and Kalla's family. But their happiness is not guaranteed. What will Nikolaos do when he discovers Kalla is involved in the plot to overthrow his king? Can their love overcome the bite of betrayal?

Excerpt

There had been a time not all that long ago when Nikolaos would have welcomed the sting of death, had eagerly anticipated the journey to the Isles of the Blessed where all heroes spent eternity. He was tired of war, tired of the loneliness that ate away at his soul. It wasn't easy, watching those around him grow old and die while he stayed youthful and fit. But in spite of his many headlong rushes into battle, the god of the underworld apparently did not want him.

Nikolaos would have thought one less Aresian on this plane of existence would be a good thing, but it seemed Hades preferred that the vampire descendants of the gods be Zeus' problem instead of his.

"I'd prefer to die in battle," Nikolaos went on, "than at the end of an executioner's axe."

"Aye, my lord." Castor turned away from him and started back the way he'd come.

Nikolaos fell into step beside him. Within moments, they came upon the rest of his troops. He scanned the crowd, at one glance taking in the beaten Helots on their knees with their hands behind their heads, huddled in a group with the tired but victorious Spartoi gathered 'round them. But there was one man missing... "Where's Deucalios?" he asked, referring to his boyhood friend and fellow Aresian vampire.

Castor's throat moved with his hard swallow. "He has fallen, my lord." He gestured toward the rocky knoll that crowned the hill upon which they stood.

In spite of the warmth of the day and his own overheated battle-worn body, a chill iced its way through Nikolaos. With leaden steps, he walked in the direction his lieutenant had pointed.

There, in what clearly had been a killing frenzy, Deucalios lay in pieces. The gaping hole in his chest was further mute testament that the butchers who did this knew how to make sure the Aresian warrior could not be restored to life.

Fisting his hands, Nikolaos went to his knees beside his fallen comrade. His eyes burned with unshed tears, his throat tightened around the howl of grief clawing to be set free. What was the benefit in having near immortality if it only made you a target of vicious attacks like this? Until the heart had been removed from his chest, Deucalios would have been coherent enough to feel every bite of the blade that rendered him asunder.

The only reason Nikolaos could think of for the viciousness of the attack was because, like him, Deucalios was an Aresian.

When Nikolaos returned to Sparta, he would visit the oracle and discover whatever portends she could envision. For now, though, he would avenge his friend. He put his hand palm down in a deep crimson pool of his friend's blood. Then he placed his hand on his brass chest plate, over his heart, marking himself with Deucalios' life essence. "I will avenge you, my brother," he muttered, bowing his head.

Grief turned to an all-consuming rage that brought back his bloodlust. A red haze colored his vision. He jumped to his feet and returned to the captives. His nostrils flared as he sought out those who had brought Deucalios to such an ignoble death.

He paused in front of each enemy soldier, breathing deeply, taking in the multitude of scents that fierce battle always brought. The coppery smell of blood, the pungent tang of sweat, the stench of fear. But there was one particular aroma he sought�the same scent that wafted to his nostrils from the bloody palm print on his chest.

Deucalios cried out for vengeance.

Get your copy of WICKED OMEN today!
http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=SQui

Explore the Dark Pantheon at http://www.darkpantheon.com

Wicked Witch of the West Village-out now

noreply@blogger.com (Anna J. Evans) — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:42:00 +0000

"Wicked Witch of the West Village"
By Anna J. Evans
Ellora's Cave-Exotica
Super Plus novel-paranormal, erotic

http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419914768

BLURB:

Life's a bitch and so is Gail Teril, evil romance editor by day, failed heroine of her own life by night. She's the wicked witch of the West Village and she likes it that way…or at least likes it enough to avoid the scary process of trying to change her wicked rep.

But when a violent nut allergy at a writers' conference sends Gail into a coma and she wakes up in an alternate dimension, she has no choice but to take a hard look at her new life and herself. In a very adult somewhere over the rainbow peopled by sexy barbarian lovers, an evil zombie-making fiend and a green skinned man she knows she could come to love, Gail learns that sex can sometimes lead to power, but only her heart will lead her home.

EXCERPT:

I followed Kathy into the small conference room, feeling like the lowest form of dog shit as I thought back on our conversation and its probable implications. If Kathy said it, it had to be true. Kathy was nice, Kathy was a fantastic friend and Kathy never told a lie. If she said Richard was beyond retrieval she had to be right.

The realization made my stomach twist in an angry knot around my black coffee and two cinnamon rolls.

I'd lost him. I'd really lost him and only now did I understand I probably loved Richard, no matter how many times I'd dismissed him when he pressed me to make some grand declaration. Now he was gone and a part of me wanted to crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head and never come out again.

It was horribly melodramatic and self-loathing inducing, which made me struggle to find someone else to blame. Luckily, a target soon presented itself.

As I sat behind the table and gazed out at the over-eager faces of at least a hundred romance writers, I had to resist the urge to start throwing rotten tomatoes. It was their fault, those damn women who wrote those damn books that I read in spite of myself.

I was an editor of romantic fiction, it was my job to read romance novels, but I didn't have to enjoy them as much as I did. I didn't have to purchase all the newest titles from my favorite authors to take home and savor over the weekend in the name of market research or reread my keeper-shelf novels until the front covers were tattered.

The prolonged exposure had obviously rotted my brain. I should have stuck to my guns in my early twenties until I was transferred to the literary fiction division. But I had stayed in romance, snuggled in like a pig in shit until I was the head editor honcho at the tender age of thirty-two, the top dog on the steaming pink pile of lovey-dovey nonsense that was the romantic fiction department.

So young to be so successful…and so increasingly bitter.

"Welcome and thank you so much for coming to learn more about Handler and Handler." Kathy's bright blue eyes shone warmly out at the audience as if she actually gave a shit that anyone had shown up. She probably did, she was nice. "I'm associate editor Kathy Hewitt, and this is Gail Teril, executive editor."

I waved my hand in brief acknowledgement of my name, then pretended great interest in the folder in front of me as Kathy proceeded to outline the new directions Handler and Handler were hoping to take our Visions of Love line.

I, for one, wanted to start by outlawing anything having to do with vampires--what the fuck is romantic about a man who wants to feed off you like a leech while he moans about his tortured immortality? I also wanted to do away with heroines who weren't at least twenty-three or who hadn't slept with a minimum of four men before Mister Right.

What woman these days hasn't had at least four lovers before she settles down for the happily ever after? Now I'm sure there are some exceptions, but even my brother's new wife--originally from Georgia, sweet as a peach, inside the Baptist Church every time they open the doors--confessed to me that she had three guys before Rick. I had to get her pretty tipsy on wine coolers before she shared the info, but I proved my point, at least to myself.

I was also more than a little tired of the "sweet as pie" crap. Why could the hero be a big jerk who needed "love's tender caress" to "set him free", but the heroine was always a near virgin who saved whales for a living, ran a soup kitchen in her spare time and took in homeless animals and domestic abuse victims? All while teaching the hero how her generous and perfect soul could help even a rake like him learn to love, of course?

Not to mention she's also stunningly gorgeous with perfect tits, no cellulite, skin that's smooth and pore-less sans makeup and no body hair in undesirable places in addition to being the next Mother Mary. I have issues with the omission of body hair maintenance in my novels. You never read about a romance heroine having to wax her moustache. As a half-Cuban woman who inherited more from my mom than thick, shiny, luxurious dark brown locks on my head, I would appreciate my heroine having to work a little to be so goddamned perfect.

But everyone else seems to want the heroine to be beyond reproach, other editors and readers included. I was the only one with a problem. I couldn't identify with most heroines because I was a cranky slut jerk who should have been born an alpha male. If I had, then maybe I would have found a sweet Georgia peach like my younger brother or a sassy, incredibly loyal scriptwriter like my older one. If I'd been a boy, maybe I would have already been tamed by love and become contented with venting my crankiness at work like the rest of the penis-owning half of the population.

Too bad I'd been born a gal and a straight gal on top if it. Double too bad most men weren't into putting forth the effort to break through my gruff exterior to find the diamond in the rough underneath. Triple too bad most men didn't find my take-no-prisoners-get-up-in-your-face-and-call-you-a-cock-sucker attitude particularly sexy.

A shame, that. Girls just love an aloof, bossy, unattainable "bad boy". But what about "bad girls"? Was I a bad girl?

You're the Wicked Witch of the West Village.

I hated my subconscious sometimes. Especially when it was right, even more especially when I'd just screwed up a relationship with a guy who thought my potty mouth was "cute" and had the guts to tell me to shut up from time to time and really make me listen.

Especially when his dick was so unbelievably wondrous and you're never going to get to roll around in bed with him EVER AGAIN.

"I'll take that question," I said with a forced smile, deciding that sharing my opinions on the future trends in romantic fiction was better than sitting there stewing in my own horrible thoughts.

Of course, that's where I made my next stupid mistake. Never open your big mouth unless you're prepared to put your short, fat foot in it.

Fan the Flames...
http://annajevans.com
Ms. Evans is an author who could quickly become habit-forming!
-The Romance Studio

Jewels of the Nile 2 out today!

noreply@blogger.com (Anna J. Evans) — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 17:09:00 +0000

http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419916540

BLURB:

Sexy men, magic, and mayhem…oh my!

Gelsey is grateful to land a gig as costume mistress for a theatre. She simply wants to hide from the dark forces that pursue her. She never plans on falling for the sexy, surly Tin Man, the character every Wizard of Oz fan knows has no heart.

Stephen has finally found the woman destined to be his. Now only one night of danger, a little sex magic and Gelsey's stubborn refusal to admit she's his stand in his way. But Stephen won't give up. He'll have Gelsey, giving her such pleasure she'll have no choice but to surrender.

EXCERPT:

There was music playing, faint fiddle music that reminded Gelsey of home. Ireland, the only home she’d ever known. She could practically smell the soda bread her mother was cooking, feel the cool stone floor beneath her bare feet. She’d only been six years old when her parents had died and the executor of their estate put her on a plane to America. Sometimes she had a hard time remembering their faces, but she could remember the smell of the herb lotion her mother made in her huge vat on the stove, and the way her dad’s eyes wrinkled around the edges when he grinned.

“Gelsey. Wake, little witch, the sun sets and the Rite must begin.”

As soon as the male voice spoke, the music in her head fled with dizzying swiftness, only to fade back in, softly, when a warm summer breeze swept over her bare skin. It felt so delicious to experience the wind this way, without any clothes between her and the—

“Where are my clothes?” She sat up fast, eyes flying open as her arms crossed over her breasts. Her first instinct was to jump to her feet and make a naked run for it, back to the theatre, when she saw him. All of him. “Better question, where are your clothes?” She meant for the words to be harsh, accusatory, but they came out breathy, an unmistakable invitation.

“Can you really call that thing ‘clothes’? It itches something fierce.” He sat cross-legged on the simple brown blanket, as naked as the day he was born, a huge mixing bowl cradled between his legs. “Felt like I was wearing wool pantyhose clear up to my neck.”

“How do you know what pantyhose feel like?”

“Good question. But if I told you, I’d have to kill you.” He smiled, a wicked grin that lit up his face and transformed the usually handsome Mackenzie Fellows into something extraordinary. He was gorgeous, he was naked, he was showing signs of a sense of humor and he’d kidnapped her for some sort of kink-fest out in the woods. On the surface, it was exactly what she’d wanted from this man.

So why was her every instinct still screaming that she should get up and run—fast—and not stop until she was leaving the state of Indiana?
Maybe because he did actually kidnap you! And strip your clothes off while you were unconscious and take his own clothes off too and now—

“Mac, this is very…flattering, but—”

“Stephen. My real name is Stephen. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but you didn’t seem able to keep a secret to save your life.” He smiled as he said the words, but they still stung. What did he know about her? Or her ability to keep secrets?

“Excuse me, but what the hell do you know about—”

“You talked non-stop about the entire casts’ business while you were fitting me. I assumed you did the same with everyone else. I couldn’t risk telling you too much.” He dipped a finger into the bowl between his legs and began casually tracing a red symbol on his bare chest—which she couldn’t help but notice had the perfect amount of chest hair, not too much, not too little. Not to mention that he was muscled like a warrior, not a musical theatre performer. Mac—Stephen looked like he could handle himself in the ring, or on the battlefield if the faint scars marking his skin were any indication.

Gelsey felt another whisper of unease raise the hairs at the back of her neck. There was something wrong here, something more than a man reluctant to reveal he had a stage name.

“In fact, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless.” He grinned again and anger quickly banished her fear.

“I talked non-stop because you stood there glaring at me and—”

“I never glared,” he said, glaring.

“You did! You always—”

“I wouldn’t glare at a woman, especially not one so terribly important to me. Or so beautiful.” A trace of an Irish accent, a trace she’d heard before, found its way into his voice, making her shiver. Then she met his eyes, eyes filled with passion and, more surprisingly, sincerity, and shivered again.

“Are you ever going to let me finish a sentence?” Gelsey swallowed hard and fought the desire beginning to unfurl low in her belly. She was glad she’d kept her hands in front of her breasts. At least he couldn’t see how her nipples tightened, aching for him to touch them, for him to trace crazy red symbols over her body and then follow the path with his tongue.

“I just did.” He finished the final mark with his finger, closing off the last in a series of four triangles, each pointing in a different direction. “Now it’s your turn. Will you become the bone of my bones, the flesh of my flesh, making us one flesh bound by—”

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” Gelsey leapt to her feet, no longer caring if Stephen caught a glimpse of her thigh dimples as she turned and fled. The man was insane, probably a serial killer from the sound of it. She’d been a fool to sit there as long as she had. “Flesh of my flesh” didn’t sound like any foreplay she’d ever heard of. No matter how much she wanted this man, she needed to haul tail back to civilization, reality, any place where she had more sense than to let her hormones lead her straight into an unmarked grave.

c. 2008 Anna J. Evans

Sierra's first author outing!

noreply@blogger.com (Sierra Dafoe) — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 21:37:00 +0000

Whee! So I'm finally getting unpacked and reorganized after my trip to Lori Foster's get together in Cincinnati -- yes, I know it was last weekend, but I didn't get back till Thursday! 1000 miles each way… Next year, I'm flying. Maybe. We'll see. But I did stop over a few extra days in Columbus to visit my friend Melanie and finally finally meet Celina Summers whom I've known online for years… I can now attest that her margaritas are every bit as good as she claims :p

The Gift of Redemption, the second book in Celina's Asphodel series, just came out on June 6th, so I wanted to mention that and you can check it out at http://shootthemuse.bravehost.com (huge fantasy series, it's very cool)

I had the greatest time at Lori's, I really did -- getting to meet Bad Barb and Laura and Deb and Joni and Ali (who is SUCH a sweetie! Ali, I didn't get any pictures of you! Send me one if you see this!) and Billie Jo and her equally crazy sister Yvonne and Stephanie who had dinner with me and Susie B and Beth and Amy T… and that doesn't begin to cover all the wonderful readers I met, let alone the authors!!

This is Niny, who won the Wolf Bound basket (and then very nicely gave the t-shirt to Jennifer)

Trouble most definitely comes in twos: the Case sisters, Billie Jo and Yvonne.

From left: LuAnn McClane, Suzanne Horner, Rae Morgan, those crazed sisters again, and Joni Anderson

Bad Barb and me and Susie Bischoff (and somebody providing the bunny ears.... anyone wanna 'fess up?)

This was one of the coolest parts of the whole weekend for me -- I had a line during the booksigning! And honest-to-God line! I feel like Sally Fields… "You like me, you really like me!" Whee!

From left: me, Jennifer Allison, Rhonda Wilson, Laura Jenkins and DeNita Tuttle
Thanks to Yuvonne Marlow for snapping this one!

Another serious fave moment (actually, couple of hours…): Friday night, I bumped into Lauren Dane who was sitting with Laura Bradford who has a partial of mine, so of course I had to go introduce myself and hopefully demonstrate that I wasn't a complete spaz (well, dunno how successful I was at that, LOL!)

Anyway, I ended up sitting at a table with Lauren and Megan Hart (these two are a deadly duo -- I was laughing so hard my stomach ached!) and Anya Bast who's just incredibly nice and sweet (such a quiet girl to write such steamy scenes!) and Laura and Cindy Hwang for two hours, just listening (okay, I talked some -- probably nothing very interesting). Cindy's incredible. Really nice and I swear the woman is a walking encyclopedia of romance. It was just wild and if you can absorb talent by osmosis, I was SO in the right place! Plus we got some great pix:

The uber-cool Lauren Dane and some chick named Sierra :p

Lauren, moi, and Megan Hart mugging it up for the camera -- I got to be in the BEST company!

Also, Megan's got a great video blog up of the event -- just click here: http://www.meganhart.com/wordpress/2008/06/10/porkopolis/

It was so wonderful to get to meet so many of my fellow authors -- I'm not EVEN going to try to list them all, but here's a few pictures:

Celia Kyle and Selena Illyria -- who knew sheer wanton madness could look so demure?

The incomparable Flash and D. Renee Bagby, looking stunning as usual

Me and Celia and Tuesday Morrigan (who just got a GREAT review from JERR -- congrats, Tuesday!) and Selena (do NOT let that innocent-looking exterior fool you!!!)

Finally got to meet Kate Douglas who is every bit as cool in person as she is in cyber-land (and her hubby really IS all dat! You go, girl!)

Lori Foster! I talked with Lori Foster! WHEE!!!!

I am SO going next year, even if I have to hitch-hike! I LOVED MEETING YOU GUYS!!!!

And hey, don't forget to check out my Oh Yum! story, Built to Last. Like the cover? :p

Forty year old Ginny Chase is a nationally syndicated advice columnist who's finding it hard to take her own advice. Broken-hearted by her husband's unexpected death, she impulsively sells her Boston condo to buy a ramshackle old farmhouse in Maine. Big mistake. The roof leaks, the wiring is ancient and the first repair quote she gets from a contractor leaves her panicked.

But when local carpenter Mike Standish shows up to give her an estimate, Ginny finds herself experiencing an entirely different kind of panic. He's handsome, hard-working, and he's making her think things no self-respecting woman should even consider about a man sixteen years her junior.

Despite his youth, though, Mike has been around the block a time or two when it comes to love. And it doesn't take him long to realize Ginny's broken house isn't the only thing he wants to fix...

http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419916823

-- Sierra

Sexy. Sassy. Seductive. Sierra.
www.sierradafoe.com

Red Garnier Joins DNW!

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Tue, 06 May 2008 02:36:00 +0000

Deliciously Naughty Writers is excited to welcome Red Garnier to our ranks. Red's first book, Spin Devil, was released in May 2007 from Ellora's Cave and it received a Recommended Read from Fallen Angel Reviews!

Red writes fun and sexy erotic contemporaries as well as paranormals that can range from dark and emotionally intense to witty and fun.

Here are just a few of her books:

Phillip Gaston Maxwell has been a vampire for one hundred years, a long life where hot sex has certainly not been lacking. But lately Phillip is starting to feel bored. Only his luscious friend Anna can truly fulfill him, but while Anna shares her body, her heart is locked tight. So Phillip's attention has turned to his latest obsession, Daniel — but how can a bisexual vampire seduce a handsome, reportedly straight Incubus?

A bachelor party — with Anna willingly providing "entertainment" — and a little help from a concoction called Sin may just produce the excitement he's looking for.

Read an excerpt or buy.

Lured years ago from her home on Earth, Liana has seen countless natives mercilessly killed by humans in their search for planet Oriana's riches. When the Foher warrior Kavi kidnaps her during his escape, he unwittingly takes the humans' greatest asset — and awakens Liana's strongest lusts.

For years the Fohers have sought the same treasure — Amatista. Only by finding the mystical river of amethysts will Kavi and his people be safe. But Kavi doesn't realize his human captive, with her lush body and eager responses, is more than just a distraction — she is the key to finding the very treasure he seeks.

Read an excerpt or buy.

I take thee, in sickness and in health, 'til death do us part...

It was only last year that Marcus and Marly Forrester spoke their wedding vows. Now a year into their marriage, there's trouble in paradise. More trouble than Marcus would like. Apparently his wife is in heat. Like a lion, a tiger, a beast. She's pained, she's suffering, and Marcus can do little about it except...mate. With her. As often as she wants it, as hard as she wants it.

Doctor's orders, in fact. But Marcus is no porn-star, no super hero. Hell, he's just a man, determined to keep his woman happy. And he'll do anything for Marly. Including hiring on the assistance of a third party...

Read an excerpt or buy.

Welcome to DNW, Red!

"Deep Cover" by Anna J. Evans 2/29 release!

noreply@blogger.com (Anna J. Evans) — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 18:29:00 +0000

"Deep Cover"
By Anna J. Evans
February 2008 from Ellora's Cave

BLURB:

In a dangerous new world where human fragility is a priceless commodity to brutal alien Dominanats, being a submissive can mean taking your life in your hands. The very idea makes alien ops agent Samantha's skin crawl. She's a woman in charge--in bed and out--and only fear for the life of her partner, Calen, could convince her to pretend otherwise.

When Calen goes undercover as an alien Dom in one of New York City's most violent S and M parlors, Samantha knows she has to folllow and pose as his submissive. For Calen, she'd risk anything, even discovering the lifestyle she thinks she abhors might actually be the stuff of her most wicked fantasies...

EXCERPT:

She’d had a few sips of a stiff drink at the bar—a Long Island Iced Tea the bartender had called it, claiming it was a favorite near the turn of the century with college kids looking to get the most alcoholic bang for the buck—but that couldn’t explain the rush Sam was feeling as she lifted her arms, allowing Calen to chain her wrists to manacles on the wall behind her. After all, she’d never get intoxicated while on a mission, at least not on alcohol.

As far as her hyperactive hormones were concerned, however, she wasn’t sure she was going to have any choice. Just breathing near Calen right now made her higher than she’d ever been on a controlled substance.

“Now don’t move, not until I give you permission,” he said, his strangely golden eyes boring into hers with a heat that made her already accelerated breath come even faster.

Even knowing they were only colored contacts couldn’t dispense with her fascination with Calen’s new eyes. They were gorgeous, captivating, much like the rest of Calen in his Mage Dom gear. The soft leather vest fit him like a glove, outlining every perfectly sculpted muscle beneath. The equally tight black pants left nothing to the imagination, letting her know just how exciting Calen was finding their first few minutes in the playroom. He was magnificently hard, his cock straining against the leather, making her traitorous pussy leak with a constant, insistent need.

Her thong had been drenched even before they’d entered the club, now it was barely capable of containing her juices. The evidence of her desire would be leaking down the inside of her thighs any moment, but for some reason the thought didn’t make her ashamed. Instead, it excited her, just as the playroom itself with its dark red velvet walls and dim lighting excited her, just as the music the Mage had chosen, a deep throbbing Celtic-inspired techno excited her. It was as if Club Magan had been constructed from her sexiest dreams, and Sam was finding it all too easy to relax into her role.

Even knowing that Mage mind control could be responsible for intensifying her craving for this experience couldn’t dull her desire, especially not when Calen began to run gentle hands over her body, tracing her curves with a reverence she prayed was real. For all she knew, he had touched Kit the same way, teased the tiny blonde’s nipples through her leather corset, drug down the zipper of her skirt with the same trembling hands. But Sam chose to believe this night was as mind-blowing for Calen as it was for herself.

Believing anything else would shatter her, and she couldn’t afford to be shattered right now. There was enough of her right mind left to remember that, to remember the mission to free Elena and to choose to allow herself to pretend there was no Kit, only she and Calen, partners as they had always been.
“Turn around,” Calen ordered, his breath coming in quick bursts against her lips. He was so close Sam’s nipples nearly brushed against the front of his chest, as if he was shielding her from the rest of the room, not wanting to share her with even the eyes of the alien men.

“Yes, Sir,” Sam replied, a surge of feminine power sweeping over her as a muscle in Calen’s jaw leapt in response.

They’d discussed that she should address him as Master or Sir, but this was the first time she’d used the deferential word. Strangely, it made her feel powerful, desirable, not inferior. Or maybe it was the passion in Calen’s eyes as she slowly spun on her chains that made her lips curl in a small smile. Sam could safely say she’d never felt so beautiful, so desired in all her life. At that moment, as Calen tugged her skirt down to the floor and urged her to step free of the garment, she felt like a sexual siren, a woman capable of bringing men to their knees with want for her.

Apparently, Calen felt the same way.

She moaned as he took her hips in his wide, strong hands and knelt on the floor behind her, bringing his mouth close enough to her ass that she could feel his breath on her skin. Her pussy clenched fiercely around its own emptiness, craving Calen’s hands, his mouth. Or better yet that thick cock she’d felt pressed so tightly against her out in the street. But it seemed he had other ideas.

First his tongue traced delicate swirls around one globe of her exposed bottom, feathering in gentle circles that made the ache between her legs intensify more quickly than she would have dreamed. By the time he’d given the same attention to the other side of her ass, Sam was panting with need, unable to resist the temptation to tilt her hips, arching just enough to urge Calen to attend to the slick, weeping channel that pulsed with hunger for him.

Calen’s response—swift, hard smacks on the relaxed flesh of her ass—was a complete surprise. Her body’s electrified reaction to the spanking, however, was a flat out shock.

A sound escaped from her parted lips, but it wasn’t a gasp of pain, it was the thick, impassioned cry of a woman close to coming harder than she’d ever come before. Her nipples tightened to the point of pain and every inch of her skin buzzed with awareness, a high she’d never felt, not a day before in her life.

“I said, don’t move. Not until I give you permission.” Calen’s voice was deeper than she’d ever heard it, husky with emotion and lust. Lust for her. That knowledge alone was almost enough to tip her over the edge. “And don’t come,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. “I’ll tell my pussy when she can come. Do you hear me, Samantha?”

“Yes, Sir,” Sam said, surprised at how blissful she sounded.

“Good girl.” He rewarded her obedience by tugging her thong down her legs and—once she’d stepped free of the drenched scrap of fabric—bringing his hand between her legs. “Fuck, Sammy, you’re so wet.”

The words came out as a groan as he let his fingers play through her swollen folds, teasing in and out of her opening, first one finger and then two. Then, after instructing her to spread her legs wider, three fingers. Three of Calen’s thick fingers stuffing into her, in and out, in and out, until her pussy felt bruised by the burden of withheld release. But she would not allow herself to come, not until Calen allowed it. Sam instinctively knew she wouldn’t find any real pleasure from a stolen release, that only pleasure commanded by Calen, pleasure that pleased her Master would fulfill the bone deep ache in her body and soul.

Sam! What are thinking, listen to yourself. Listen…

But the voice of reason was a weak, pitiful thing indeed when compared to the feel of Calen’s lips parting around her bottom flesh, taking her ass into the warm heat of his mouth and biting down. His teeth sunk in, deeper and deeper, until there was pain, pain that highlighted the pleasure he was giving her between her legs like neon behind the letters of a marquee.

Fan the Flames...
http://annajevans.com
Ms. Evans is an author who could quickly become habit-forming!
-The Romance Studio

New Release from SHERRILL QUINN

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 13:38:00 +0000

Available today at Ellora's Cave!

WARNING: This is an adult excerpt. *Not* child or work friendly.

Rahziya Sanura, princess of Gar, and Callum Hefeydd, prince of Apth--two people in love but separated by feuding kingdoms. Their one hope for unification--both for themselves and their countries--is the legendary Jewel of Apthgar, a 6-inch long amethyst said to have come from the great god Apthgar's sword. Sent by their respective fathers to retrieve the gem, they must first defeat the dragon guarding it.

Will the Jewel provide the means for them to be together, or will it drive them apart?

~ * ~

Princess Rahziya Sanura, heir to the Garan throne, stood as witness to the latest marriage ceremony between two noble houses and tightened her lips at the unfairness of it all. Why could a duke of Gar and a countess of Apth get married, yet her father continued to forbid her to have anything to do with Prince Callum?

She smoothed her elegant gown over her hips and glanced over the heads of the bride and groom to the Apthian delegation. Her gaze met Callum Hefeydd’s and, as always, her pulse zoomed at the look of banked desire in those gray-green eyes. If it weren’t for her father’s—and, admittedly, Callum’s parents as well—continued resistance to a reunification of the kingdoms, this could be her and Callum declaring their love publicly.

“With the vows spoken and approval given by these witnesses, there is but one more stage to complete.” The magi took the hands of the nude bride and groom and joined them, keeping his on top of them. His solemn gaze went first to the couple, then to the assembled guests. “One of the joys of being a magi to the people is the task of conducting unification ceremonies such as these. To be used by the great god Apthgar to bless these young people’s union is both a privilege and an honor.”

Knowing what was coming, Rahziya swallowed and tried to calm her breathing. She always became so aroused at these ceremonies, and with Callum standing just on the other side of the small circle, this particular union would be unbearable to witness.

The magi unfastened a few of the loops holding his robe together, then shrugged the purple and blue garment off his shoulders. The clothing pooled around his feet, leaving him as naked as the bride and groom. At his nod, the couple knelt at his feet. First the bride kissed the magi’s penis, then the groom. Accepting a cup from a nearby neophyte, the magi drank the contents. Immediately his cock began to engorge, becoming erect in a matter of a few seconds.

“I humbly offer myself in the place of our god, sanctifying this union and offering myself in place of the Jewel of Apthgar.” The magi took a step back. The bride and groom stretched out on a large pad at his feet.

The dark-haired groom pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his bride’s lips then trailed his mouth down her neck to her breasts. He began suckling her, moving from one rigid tip to the other, and stroked one hand between her thighs.

The woman moaned and bent her legs, her knees falling apart to open herself more fully. She brought her hands up to the man’s head and clasped him to her breast.

As the groom began thrusting his fingers into the bride’s pussy, his thumb rotating against her swollen clit, Rahziya drew in a sharp breath. She clenched her thighs together to try to stem her own rising arousal. She took her gaze off the couple and looked up to find Callum’s heated stare on her.

His face was impassive but for the banked fire in his eyes. From her peripheral vision she could see the bride and groom repositioning themselves, the groom going to his back with the bride straddling him, taking his hard length into her sheath.

Rahziya couldn’t break her gaze away from Callum. The gasping cries and moans of the wedding couple only heightened her own frustrated desire for the enemy prince. The man she loved.

The man she could never have.

Copyright 2008 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.

Jewel of Apthgar - available at Ellora's Cave!

Release Day!

noreply@blogger.com (Stacia) — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 12:13:00 +0000

The super-dark, super-sexy, X-rated erotic romance Anna J. Evans and December Quinn wrote together, Demon's Triad, releases today from Ellora's Cave! (You'll be able to buy it later in the day when the page updates.)

I had a bit of a difficult time choosing an excerpt for this one, because did I mention it's X-rated and super sexy? But I'm also mindful that a lot of you read from work, and after a gentle reminder from some of my beloved men readers that, ah, reading explicit material at work can cause problems, I wanted to grab something a little less...well, a little less erotic.

Blurbage:
What’s a witch to do when her coven has been cursed with a celibacy spell?

Break it. By any means necessary.

Aleeza dips into grey magic to scratch the itch that’s been driving her crazy. She never dreams deviating from the ‘white magic only’ policy of her coven will land her in the middle of a serial murder investigation…or in the arms of two magnetic men.

Ferrin and Dorand plan to find their woman’s murderer and make them pay—with their lives. But when a spell to communicate with her spirit awakens a forbidden lust, their quest to catch a killer becomes even deadlier.

A legacy of demonic evil two thousand years in the making is about to rise. One misstep and innocent passion becomes tainted desire, and three true lovers…a demon’s triad.

ADVISORY: Contains scenes of male/male sexual contact. This book is not for the faint of heart and contains non-gratuitous scenes of rape and incest.

The scene I've chosen takes place the morning after Aleeza breaks the celibacy curse and, coincidentally, loses her virginity to a man in the Amiantos forests. Now she's with the head of her Coven (Gunera) to be briefed about a new investigation...

“Gunera Bounty and Investigations has its second job. At this rate we’re going to need more people certified, pronto. I’m putting you in charge of finding volunteers. And don’t tell me you can’t find them. Let them know how much cash you’re getting for this and they’ll be jumping at the chance.”

Aleeza hadn’t even finished closing the door behind her before Gavyn spoke, waving a thick manila folder in her direction. “Here.” The sunlight streaming in the frosted glass window behind him cast an odd whitish glow around his dark head, like the glow of Dorand’s energy the night before had made his skin gleam. Aleeza shivered and hurried to take the file from Gavyn, making sure their fingers didn’t touch.

“Good morning to you too. And how much money am I getting for this job anyway?”

“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” Gavyn’s smile faded and his green eyes narrowed. He held on to the file more tightly.

For a second Aleeza thought he might pull her over the desk into his lap and make her sit there and say “ah”. Gavyn was their coven’s strongest healer and had basically been her pediatrician when she was growing up. Aleeza had learned every healing spell she knew from him and had known he would be able to sense something off with her energy. She shouldn’t have come here, should have made him fill her in over the phone and picked up the damn file later after she’d had a nice long nap.

“Nothing’s wrong. Give me a break, Gavyn. I haven’t been sick in ten years,” she said, rolling her eyes and pulling the file from his grip with a firm yank. Play it off, she just had to play it off and get out of here ASAP.

“Don’t bullshit me, there’s something wrong,” Gavyn said. “You seem different somehow.”
Aleeza sat down in one of the cracked leather chairs and shrugged, keeping her eyes down, scanning the words on the folder without reading them. “Nothing. I guess I’m just tired. I had a late night.”

“No, your energy feels off, like it’s been tampered with. Maybe—”

“What’s the case, Gavyn? The sooner you tell me about it, the sooner I can start, and the sooner we get paid.”

“I like that you’re eager.” Gavyn gave her another hard look, then leaned back in his own, much nicer chair, and put his feet up on the mess of paper covering his desk. Every Gunera Aleeza knew had offered to help him organize the office at least once, but Gavyn insisted he had a system. “But this is a challenging job, and if there’s any question about your health—”

“Cut the crap, Gavyn. You’d send me out while I was in the middle of giving birth if the job paid well enough.”

Now why had she said that? Giving birth? Idiot.

Gavyn smiled and rubbed his own ever-rounding belly. “Funny you mention that, Al. I’m sending you up to the Pekora Forest for this one.”

Only the powerful shields Aleeza had built up since heading for the office kept her from betraying her emotions. Did Gavyn know where she’d been last night? She wouldn’t put it past the old man to fuck with her a little before he dealt out a punishment. But surely he wouldn’t be so blasé if he’d known what she’d been up to in the woods. Best to keep playing dumb and give out as little information as possible. “Oh? What’s up there, except a bunch of Amiantos?”

“That’s right. The Amiantos have hired us for this one. I’m sure you can’t wait to get better acquainted. Might be your chance to finally meet that special someone.” The words were ripe with sarcasm. If Gavyn had ever been married, Aleeza didn’t know about it, and he certainly knew how she felt about the undefiled coven.

“You know I don’t want to meet any damned Amiantos. I’m surprised you even took a job from them. Are you sure it’s not a trap? They might be working with the human police.”

“No, the job is legit. The question is, are you? I don’t want to send a frustrated virgin up there to be swept off her feet by some blond god and make our company, and our coven, look like a bunch of fools.”

“What are you talking about, Gavyn? I still feel the same way I always have about them,” Aleeza said, her heart beating fast in her throat. He knew. Shit, he had to know, and now she was going to be in the biggest trouble of her life. She might be kicked out of the coven or worse, she might be—

“Really? Because I’ve been hearing some things. Like maybe you’re getting a little too frustrated with celibacy. I heard you ended up on your ass in an alley last night so desperate you were going to let that living dildo Keller into your pants.” He stood up, all six feet of him looming over her from behind his desk. He was a big man in every sense of the word and the closest thing she’d had to a father since her own disappeared. Looking into his angry face and not spilling everything wasn’t the easiest thing she’d ever done, but she met his green eyes with her dark brown ones and willed a look of complete innocence onto her features.

“Not to mention, you reek of male. How many guys were you with last night?”

“W-What?” Goddess help her, she’d almost said, “only one.” “What are you talking about?”

“I think you know what I’m talking about.”

Shit. Shitshitshit. “Fine, Gavyn. Yes. I tried to pick up two different guys last night. I thought maybe if the guys weren’t supers I could make it work. It didn’t. The experience left me drained so I did a spell to charge back up and it’s made me a little high. Then my mom pumped me full of herbs this morning to ‘even out my humors’ and I’m about to throw up on your desk. I just need a shower and a nap, and I’ll be ready to go. I don’t want an Amiantos man any more than I ever did, and I’ve never, never, embarrassed this company.”

He gave her a hard look, then took a deep breath and sat back down. He’d bought it, at least for now. “No, you haven’t, but I’m warning you, Al—”

“Can we just get to the briefing so I can go home and clean up before I head into enemy territory?” All that training paid off. Lies came so easily to her now.

“They’re not my favorite coven either, but they’re the client and I expect you to treat them with respect. Amiantos might not be our friends, but neither are they the enemy.”

“They might as well be.”

“You can’t really believe that, Al. Sometimes it works out between the Gunera and the Amiantos. Just because your father—”

“Damn it, Gavyn, are you going to brief me or not?” She stood up, anger suddenly boiling in her chest. How dare he, how dare he talk like this? Who did he think he was? She wanted to hit him, to punch him, to slice his throat with her nails and let his blood run—the desire was so strong for a minute she thought she’d done it. She saw Gavyn’s limp body on the floor, saw herself standing over him, laughing, sucking his power into her body…

What the hell?!

“Aleeza? Aleeza! Are you okay?” Gavyn’s hands squeezed her arms so hard it hurt. Her vision cleared and she saw that his face, only inches away from hers, was thankfully unmarked. Had she really seen that? Goddess, had she really imagined doing something so terrible to Gavyn, her coven leader, her friend?

Her legs shook as she sank back into the chair. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“I am, I’m just…I’m just tired. Could you get me something to drink, please? Preferably something with caffeine?”

“Caffeine might not be a good idea if you’re unbalanced today,” he said, actually looking as if he might regret having given her such a hard time. “I have—”

“Just anything. Please.” Please, let him leave her alone for a minute. He needed to leave her alone for a minute. Because the image of his broken body still shone in her head like a bright new penny and she had no idea why, but the thought of hurting him made her throb.

Something was definitely wrong, horribly wrong.

The feeling of foreboding didn’t disappear when Gavyn brought her some orange juice and started briefing her on the new job.

“Three witches murdered,” he said. “All on Fire Festivals. The first was Rimer Lorcan, at the Spring Equinox. Rimer was a loner, a petty criminal. He’d been covenless for years, and pissed off more people, super and human, than you can count on two hands. Everyone assumed it was a revenge killing until they did postmortem.” The picture she pulled from the file was so lurid with blood Aleeza had to close her eyes for a second. “They found evidence of ritual murder. Magical symbols carved into his organs—the ones they didn’t take, anyway.” Aleeza swallowed hard.
“Next was Carantha Smoler, on Beltane. This one was better documented than the first, more pictures, close ups of the symbols in the organs.” A picture of a woman’s battered, broken body seemed to leap out of the file at Aleeza. Tears sprang to her eyes. The woman was lovely—had been lovely. For a moment it was almost as if she could see her smiling, laughing…Aleeza shook her head. She was more tired than she’d thought. She’d never had psychic flashes like these before.

Unless the sex spell had opened her up somehow. She didn’t even want to think about that, couldn’t think about things like that until she was far away from Gavyn.

Whatever that odd flash was, it didn’t happen with the next picture.

“Lymera Brown.” Gavyn shifted on the arm of her chair. “Lammas. The Amiantos have no leads. Since the murders all took place in the forest, they’ve been the ones responsible for investigating, even though only two of the victims—Rimer and Carantha—were theirs. Lymera was Phillias coven, but she was going to marry an Amiantos, so they feel she was theirs too.”

“And now they want us to find the killer?”

Gavyn nodded. “Not only that. They want us to prevent the next murder, which if the perps follow their pattern will take place on Samhain…not quite a month away.”

Welcome Christine d'Abo to DNW!

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 18:17:00 +0000

Deliciously Naughty Writers is so pleased to welcome Christine d'Abo to our ranks. Christine has been writing seriously since 2002. She has three books currently available at Ellora's Cave:

Genre: Contemporary

Abbey has a secret. Not only is she the mysterious Lady Phoenix, sensual storyteller, but she’s in lust with her co-worker and friend Michael Quinn.

When Michael becomes determined to uncover the truth about Phoenix, will they cast their friendship aside for a chance at something more?

Read an excerpt or buy.

Genre: Paranormal
Co-Authored with Author Renee Fields

Two sisters, two brothers - and a whole lot of sexy spells.

When the siblings uncover a plot to assassinate the witch council, they must put their differences aside to save not only the council, but themselves.

Read an excerpt or buy.

Genre: Romance/Futuristic

Together By Chance...Bound By Fate

Destiny chose him a mate that he couldn’t accept. She didn't believe in fate, but she cannot deny her growing bond to a man she's only just met.

Read an excerpt or buy.

Welcome, Christine!

New Release from SIERRA DAFOE

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 17:49:00 +0000

Lord Cantwell is Claire's last hope of discovering her husband's fate—but no man has ever made her burn the way Darius does. And it's obvious he believes she's lying. There’s only one way she can prove her honesty—surrender her innocence to this grim, angry lord!

Read an exerpt or buy.

Stay Tuned

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 14:34:00 +0000

We're trying to figure out what we want to do with this blog. We're still very much active! You can find us mostly hanging out at our website and MySpace page, as well as at Club Naughty--so if you're not a member, please come on over and join us!

Deliciously Naughty Writers - We get you in the mood!

Weddings on the mind...

noreply@blogger.com (Kelly Maher) — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 04:47:00 +0000

My mind is nearly consumed with thoughts of weddings these days. So much so that I nearly forgot to post here! My baby brother is getting married this weekend, and it's sure to be a party. I'm looking forward to seeing him and his fiancee get married, but I'm also surprised at how quickly the time has gone. I remember when I first met my brother's fiancee, back when they were just freshmen in college.

But why am I talking about weddings? I've also been thinking a lot lately about what romances promise readers. As a writer, what level of a "happily ever after" do I need to deliver on? Is it dependent upon the length of the story? Is it going to vary from story to story, period? As a reader, I started consuming romances when I was just starting high school. Being raised the good little Catholic girl I was, I believed in being married and being chaste until you were. Which is the main reason I stuck with Signet Regency Romances and other similar lines for so long. Now, as an adult, I recognize all the different flavors of life to suit the individuals we are as humans. I can play around with what promises my stories deliver on. But to what extent? My question to you, dear readers, at what point/s are you feel the promise of romance has been delivered?

New Review For CLAIMING HANNAH

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 12:53:00 +0000

5 Angels!

"In Claiming Hannah, author Sherrill Quinn has created a threesome of two dominants and one sub and the fact that they readily admit to this makes for an absolutely explosive combination. From the minute they are together there is a high risk of self -combustion, and the flames just seem to get hotter as time goes by... There is a prequel, The Claiming, which sounds as if it is just as burn-your-fingers-hot as this one. This reader can only hope there is a third installment on the way it would appear that Ian is set to star in his own show… and with Ms. Quinn in the driver's seat, you'd better come prepared with your flame-resistant outer wear, because it's guaranteed to be smokin'!" (Lynn, Fallen Angel Reviews)

You can read the full review here.

To read an excerpt or buy, click here.

I'm sorry!

noreply@blogger.com (Sierra Dafoe) — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 22:59:00 +0000

Hi guys! I'm so sorry for standing you up today -- my husband's father is in the hospital, and the family is not expecting him to last very long. So we just got back from Maine, and expect to be going back in the morning. In the meantime, I'm going to try and be a good spouse (HA! but I can try) and see if I can keep him distracted.

-- Sierra

Wild Wednesday-lazy birthday post

noreply@blogger.com (Anna J. Evans) — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 13:04:00 +0000

Okay, so it's my 30th birthday and I still have tons of errands to do today and kid stuff to deal with and so, in an attempt to spoil myself, I'm going to do a lazy blog!!!

Sorry, but I hope you'll enjoy two of my most favorite man meat photos....

Damn this guys just has it going on, I love his sexy dark dangerous vibe.

And here he is again, in a more pensive, manly moment. Sigh.

And I'll finish up with an excerpt from "Sinfully Sweet", which I just found out scored 5 hearts from The Romance Studio!!! yeay!

Happy day everyone,

Anna J. Evans

“Sinfully Sweet”
2nd in the Perfectly Wicked Series
By Anna J. Evans
July 6 2007
Link to buy:http://www.ellorascave.com/AuthorsBooks.asp?AuthorCode=AJE

BLURB:

Bella’s a sweet candy maker, who’s been framed for a horrible crime. Being accused of trying to boil children in a vat of peanut brittle has been bad for business, and even worse for her heart. Can she save her company, or will the secret she’s sworn to keep force her to abandon her legacy as a beloved confectioner to the Kingdom?

Heath makes sex toys—kinky sex toys. This bad boy has a sweet tooth that’s out of control. He’ll do anything to convince Bella to create the flavors for his edible underwear and flavored condoms…absolutely anything. But a simple seduction goes awry when Heath begins to lose his heart, and an ancient curse shows both lovers how quickly sweet can cross the line into sinful.

EXCERPT:

Screw second thoughts. He wanted this woman and she wanted him. There was no way he’d let a case of performance anxiety—or whatever the hell this weird feeling was—make him pass up what would no doubt prove to be an amazing experience.

He would have Bella in every way that he wanted her. In bed, and as a member of his staff. He would just have to find a middle ground, find a way to claim her as his lover while still winning her as a colleague. He could walk the line. He was a line dancer from way back. Besides, his heart and his cock refused to settle for less, so his brain was just going to have to figure something out as he went along.

As he moved toward the bed, the kitchen table saved his life.

Or rather, what was on the kitchen table.

He grabbed the bowl, not even bothering to ask what was inside. It smelled great, looked like it tasted even better, and what better way to prove to her he was for real than to show her exactly how he’d like to use her unique gifts?

“What are you—”

“Shh. I have something to show you.” He dipped his fingers into the slightly warm, gooey white mixture and slowly reached out to her lips. She laughed as she realized what he had in mind, a sweet sound that made him want to laugh right along with her. But then she opened her mouth and reached out with the tip of her tongue, banishing his sense of humor.

God, she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. He was seconds away from coming in his pants, and quickly changed his mind about how tame he wanted to begin her tutoring session.

Stopping inches short of her already kiss-swollen lips, he dropped his hand, keeping his eyes glued to hers so he could watch her response when he slowly circled her nipple with the sticky peppermint cream. She didn’t disappoint him, jumping slightly and emitting the softest hint of a moan when his hand made contact with her swollen tip.

Even that quiet, hungry sound, however, was enough to ramp up his own excitement another impossible notch. Heath had to fight for control, struggling to keep his pressure gentle, his fingers whisper-soft on her skin. There was a time for ripping off panties and fucking like wild animals, and there was a time for foreplay and a little erotic torture. This encounter was of the second variety, no matter how much his cock might try to persuade him otherwise.

“What is this stuff?” he asked. Talking was good, talking helped to keep his mind off how badly he wanted to taste something a lot more intimate than Bella’s latest batch of candy.

“Fudge.” Her lips trembled slightly and her eyes grew an even darker shade of blue as he flicked his thumb back and forth over her nipple, coating every inch of her.
Heath was so unbelievably turned on that he swore he could feel the same thrill of excitement that coursed through Bella as he touched her, feel when his teasing touch started to drive her over the edge.

“I like fudge,” he said, gently pushing her back onto the bed and lengthening himself above her. Deliberately he pressed his hips against hers, knowing she could feel the hard length of his erection against her thigh. His cock was seeking her center as if it would rip through his pants in its eagerness to merge with her completely. There shouldn’t be a shred of doubt left in her mind that he wanted her. Urgently. Painfully even.

“Fudge hardens quickly,” she whispered with a fantastically naughty smile, shifting her hips against his. A groan escaped his throat even as he smiled down at her.

“Then I’d better hurry up.” He held her gaze as he lowered his mouth to her breast and began licking her clean.

Didn't know they recruited the public for this...

noreply@blogger.com (Kelly Maher) — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 00:58:00 +0000

I heard about this on my drive to work this morning and could not stop laughing:

Durex Condom Testers - Their lead line is "Are you a sexual intercourse enthusiast?"

Now, if you could test drive anything, what would you want to do?

Demon of Her Dreams - Coming Wednesday

noreply@blogger.com (Sherrill Quinn) — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 12:39:00 +0000

The first book in the Sassy Devils series, Demon of Her Dreams, is coming in two more days!

Here's a sneak peek:

All supernatural creatures--angels, demons, faeries, trolls, werewolves, you name it--work for a company called Sassy Devils, LLC. The company has three main divisions: the Faery Division (the CEO is Tatiana); the Demon Division (the CEO is Lucifer); and the Angel Division (the CEO is the archangel Gabriel). The Chairman of the Board is God Himself. Whatever contact these supernatural "Others" have with humankind, it is directed by Sassy Devils. But...the Brotherhood of the Red Claw, a group of disenfranchised Others, is determined to wreak havoc with SD's plans in any way they can.

Demon of Her Dreams involves one of Lucifer's sons, Urian Vakidis, an incubus on an undercover mission to discover the leader of the Brotherhood and, hopefully, put a stop to the organization. His assignment brings him back into contact with Hailey Kovac, a woman he's fallen in love with through the sex dreams they've shared over the years. Hailey's strong and courageous, though certainly discombobulated by this recent twist in her reality. When it comes down to it, it takes both of them--with some help from Lucifer--to bring things to an end.

~ * ~
Lucifer sat in the opulent conference room and watched the fur fly. Literally. The CEO of the Faerie Division ripped out another handful of hair from the head of the Executive President of the Shape Shifters Department and flung it the length of the long table.

The werecat yowled in pain and reached toward the faerie queen with hands morphing into sharp-taloned claws.

"You need to get control of your furry there, Bub."

Lucifer glanced at the lavender-eyed being on his left. "You know I hate that name." Whoever had come up with the nickname Beelzebub--which his colleagues insisted on shortening to "Bub"--should be tossed into a lake of fire. And he just happened to know where a really big one was.

Ah, well, there were other things to worry about these days. There usually were. Motioning toward his subordinate, he shrugged. "He got himself into this mess--I want to see if he can get out of it." He watched the two combatants for a moment, shaking his head when the faerie managed to rip another chunk of hair off the werecat. Lucifer turned his gaze to the man in white at the head of the table. "Besides, the Big Guy there can stop it anytime He wants to."

"And maybe He's waiting to see how you handle it, did you ever think of that? Maybe He's testing your management ability?" Lavender eyes narrowed, Gabriel shifted on his stool and unfurled his wings in a wide stretch. As they settled behind his back once more, he muttered, "Our Great King's power may be unlimited, but His patience is not."

Lucifer settled more deeply into his padded leather chair. One upside to being cast out of Heaven--and losing his wings in the process--was that he usually didn't have to put up with all this melodrama. He could stay below and govern his grim domain.
Though he must admit, he did miss flying through the heavens with only clouds beneath him.

Irritated at the reminder of his own stupidity millennia ago, Lucifer pushed to his feet and slammed his hands onto the table. The loud crack garnered him the attention he sought. "You--" he pointed to his former Executive President--"go back to the Demon Division. We'll discuss this later." When the werecat hesitated, Lucifer brought up one hand and, calling forth the fire that burned in his soul, bounced a glowing ball of flame in his palm. "Go!"

The shape shifter winced and gave a low bow, his eyes never leaving the fiery sphere in Lucifer's hand. Once the werecat had left the room, Lucifer looked at the faerie queen. "And you," he drawled, clenching his fist, sending the fire back inside his body, "need to lighten up and learn how to take a joke."

The red-haired beauty pouted and flounced back to her seat. She tucked a long strand of curly hair behind one pointed ear. "I know how to take a bleedin' joke," she muttered, her sultry brogue reflecting her heritage amidst the rolling green hills of Ireland. "What he said wasn't funny."

"Aw, come on, Tatiana. It was kinda funny, even you have to admit that." Lucifer sat down and leaned back in his chair.

She crossed her arms, an action that plumped her cleavage. All the males in the room--well, all but one--leaned forward for a better look. A sensuous smile broke across her face. Picking up a pen, she rubbed her fingers up and down its length while she traced her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with feminine power.

Until she looked at Lucifer. Then the smile left her face and she slapped the pen onto the table. Her eyes darkened with annoyance. "'How many faeries does it take to change a light bulb' is funny?"

Trying to hold back a chuckle, he ended up snorting, which only made her scowl. "Hell, yes, it's funny," he said. "'Just one if you get him plugged in right' is a damned fine punch line."

"We're not bloody light bulbs," she shouted, jumping to her feet. In a fit of temper, she picked up her pen and threw it at him.

He dodged it with a laugh.

"Enough!" The deep voice boomed, making the gold-framed pictures on the wall rattle.

Silence reigned as everyone's attention turned toward the head of the table. Tatiana slowly sat down, her attitude as subdued as everyone else's. "Your pardon, my King."

"Thank you." Yahweh leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin. "If we can get back to business…" His steely gaze fixed on Lucifer. "I believe we were about to receive your progress report on the Brotherhood."

Lucifer nodded and stood. For months they'd been aware that all of their efforts--both good and bad--were being undermined. His son, Urian, had allegedly gone rogue to try to find out who, and why. Over the last six months, he'd managed to find the group--they called themselves the Brotherhood of the Red Claw--and was very close to discovering who the leader was.

This upset in the balance between good and evil had to be stopped, and soon, or there would be utter bedlam. And while that would make chaos demons quite happy, everyone else realized there had to be stability or life as they all knew it would end.

Copyright ©2007 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.

Demon of Her Dreams - coming October 24th at Ellora's Cave!

Eighth Wand released Wednesday!

noreply@blogger.com (Stacia) — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 16:59:00 +0000

Buy it here.

The tarot card Prudence finds at a Wiccan Beltane festival promises passion, travel, and the end of a stagnant, dull situation. She has no idea that the card's prediction is about to come true in the form of Royd, a warrior of the Fae on Earth to retrieve the eighth wand of his people's lands, stolen from them by Prudence's grandmother.

Royd wants only to take the wand back home, until he sees Prudence and is instantly captivated by her vibrancy and life. Together they must fight to send him safely back with his prize, but perhaps in Prudence he's found something just as valuable…and just as hard to lose.

Chapter One

The problem with the women of the Bright Moon coven was that they insisted on doing outdoor rituals without shoes on. Prudence knew it could be worse. The thought of going skyclad—naked—filled her with horror.
But now the circle had ended and Prudence, unable to find her sandals, was picking her way through the woods to find fuel for the bonfire while pebbles and sticks scraped and poked her feet.
Good thing it was Beltane and almost summer. She couldn’t imagine doing this at Samhain in the October chill. They better have the fire ready before the ritual then. If she was still in the coven.
Ignoring the large logs she couldn’t easily carry, Pru filled her arms with smaller sticks. One load down. She’d head back, drop these off and—
“Where is it?”
Pru gasped and spun around, dropping the sticks. One of them landed squarely on her poor bare foot.
“Ouch! Damn it, shit!” She stepped forward with her good leg, reaching down to hold her injured foot, and fell over. Something sharp stabbed her in the shoulder. “Ow!” Struggling to sit, she glared at the man standing a few feet away. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Enough games. Where is it?”
“Excuse me?” The sun had almost set. All Pru could see of the stranger was his shadowy outline, large and solid. Blue-black highlights shone in his hair where the last rays of light came through the trees.
She’d thought he was one of the men from the ritual. It seemed she was wrong. She would have remembered those broad shoulders and that thick, long hair.
“Where is the wand?”
Those rays highlighted the clear lines of some impressive muscles as well. Prudence rose from the ground, her fingers curled around one of the thickest of the fallen sticks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You lie.”
“Hey! Who do you think you are?” Brandishing the stick, Pru started inching her way backward, feeling carefully with her toes to make sure she didn’t trip. “If you want a wand so bad, you should have come in time for the festival and bought one. All the booths are closed now, it’s time for the bonfire.”
Something else flitted through her mind, but she ignored it. So she’d found a tarot card earlier, so what? The eight of wands didn’t mean anything to anyone, really. Of course, it had meanings—travel, all-consuming passion, freedom from a stagnant situation—but finding the card meant nothing. The man couldn’t possibly be talking about that.
Could he?
“But you have been near it,” he said. “I see it in your aura.”
“Don’t look at my aura, that’s private.” Had she ever uttered a stupider sentence? Probably not. Not even “Of course I can eat a whole gallon of ice cream at once”.
At least she’d stumped him. He stood there staring at her—she could feel his gaze on her skin—for so long she almost managed to edge all the way out of the clearing before he moved.
He must have moved, anyway. One minute he stood opposite her, the next—the next he loomed over her, his chest only inches from her nose. Damn, he was tall.
And just as well-built as he’d appeared at first. Slim, but defined. An intricate black tattoo decorated his entire chest, snaking over the expanse of muscles, hiding his nipples. She couldn’t make out the pattern—wings? A chalice of some kind?—but she could smell the earthy scent of his skin and see the thin leather cord wrapped around his upper arm.
Heart pounding, she forced herself to look up. A brave woman, a strong woman, would look him in the eyes, and brave and strong was what Prudence knew deep down she could be.
So she met his eyes, those black holes set deep in the man’s sharp-boned face. Her mouth fell open. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew the brave and strong woman didn’t gape at men like she’d never seen one before, but it was impossible to stop herself, not when her entire body leaned forward as if she could climb into him and never leave.
It wasn’t simply how handsome he was, although she could honestly say she’d never seen a man as striking. Something in his eyes…called her. Promised her something. She couldn’t explain it any better than that, even to herself.
“Your aura cannot hide, even if your words try to,” he said, and his voice poured over her like spiced wine. “Where have you hidden it? If you give it to me now, my people may not seek revenge. If you delay—”
“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She yanked herself away, struggling as if he held her physically. “Leave me—”
He grabbed her. Despite the warmth of the evening, goose bumps erupted on her skin. He might as well have given her an electric shock. His sharp intake of breath echoed in her ears. He tilted his head. “Beltane.”
“What?”
“Sex crawls across your skin. You have not had a man in a long time. Too long.”
“Now that’s none of your business! How dare you—”
He ignored her, instead loosening his grip on her arm and sliding his hands up her skin, so lightly it almost tickled. He’d spoken of her aura. Now she could almost see it too, as if he touched it and not her skin. Despite her anger and irritation, she shivered. Her nipples, bare under her loose gown, hardened and poked against the thin fabric. She was certain he could see it, even if he somehow couldn’t read her reaction in the way her breath caught in her throat.
Dear Goddess, what was happening here? Why weren’t any of the other coven members coming to find her? The sun was only a thin, bright line of gold on the horizon, barely visible through the trees. Darkness wrapped around them, darkness and the stillness of a forest on the edge of night. Didn’t they notice she wasn’t there?
Hell, didn’t they at least need the wood she carried?
She swallowed. “How dare you speak to me like that.” She’d meant to sound forceful. Instead the words came out in a rush of breath. She sounded like a young girl trying to talk to her first crush.
“I propose a trade,” he said. “I need the wand. You need a man. Why not allow me to pleasure you in exchange?”

Wild Wednesday with Anna-let's talk abs...

noreply@blogger.com (Anna J. Evans) — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 16:49:00 +0000

Welcome to another edition of Wild Wednesday, I'm your host Anna J. Evans and I'd like to talk about abs....man meat abs to be specific. I'm wondering how much starvation and abdominal torture the man above had to endure to get that eight pack? These are the things I think about when I see abs like that, and it takes away from my man-ogling enjoyment. Do you feel what I'm saying here?

I mean...

Look at this dude. He obviously needs to eat a twinkie. I'd rather see the abs covered in a bit of a protective fat layer than be able to trace the lines of the six pack simply because my man hasn't been eating properly. I'm not a big fan of starvation, and I think there has to be a happy medium between abliness and healthiness.

Like this guy! Look...nice tone, great definition, but he's not taking it too far. There's still some meat on his bones. He looks relatively well fed, like he eats a steak once and awhile and doesn't worry about it.

Which I think is totally sexy. A man who can't resist the urge to indulge his appetite for food is a man who enjoys indulging other appetites as well...you know what I'm saying?

Happy hump day all! See you next week!

Anna J. Evans

Fantasies...getting your engine going

noreply@blogger.com (Kelly Maher) — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 19:55:00 +0000

Fantasies are on my mind a lot lately. Winning the Lotto. Hooking up with the guy I've had a crush on since we were four years old. The credit cards all paid off. Jetting off to the destination of my choice without having to worry about how I was paying for it, or needing to be back at a certain date to go back to work. Having all of the housework magically done. My buddha belly morphing into a 6-pack. See, lots of different fantasies.

But we're here to talk about the more lustful kind of fantasies, aren't we? Lately, in addition to the lifelong crush, these guys have been making guest appearances in my fantasies:

Sean Patrick Flanery

The first volume of the Young Indiana Jones Chronicles are due out next week. I've had a crush on the character of Indy since I was a wee child. Sean as Indy got my teenage hormones *all* worked up!

Milo Ventimiglia

Looking at his hot bod alone makes Heroes worth watching.

and last, but oh so certainly not least,

Josh Radnor

The star of "How I Met Your Mother", who greatly appeals to my lust of dark haired, boys next door.

Whisper in my ear...who are you fantasizing about now?