D. F. Krieger

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Coming In Hot Tour: Bethany Shaw



Hello Readers,
More Coming in Hot Medical Romance box set stuffies!  And of course I kidnapped—ahem—I mean coerced (okay, that probably doesn’t sound better) a fellow author in the set to tell us their secrets.
Hey Bethany Shaw, tell us your secrets! Which one of you did I manage to trap this time, and what sexy succulence did you stick in Coming In Hot? HI I’m Bethany Shaw and my inclusion to the set was On Call.

Was there anywhere naughty your characters did the thing? Was it based off anything you wanted to try? Or are you a sweet lil vanilla?
I’m pretty tame in real life, but I live vicariously through my characters, I know boring. In On Call Erin and Adam do the deed in one of the family counseling rooms. 

If you had unlimited access to blank, you would do blank.
Money! I would take my kids to Disney and then book me and Hubby a trip to Europe.

What is the weirdest experience that ever happened to you?
A few years ago we had really heavy snowfall. Some lady hit my SUV, everyone was okay, thank goodness, but it was in the shop forever and I got stuck with a small rental. I went to pick my son up one day and it had snowed a lot. Our babysitter was in the country so I was driving on a back road, because there was an accident on the main road. I was doing fine and then all of a sudden the snow got really, really deep. So deep that my car stopped moving forward. I tried to get out of the car and noticed it was at least knee deep, maybe deeper. Thankfullly, a guy in a huge, lifted truck with four wheel drive came along a few mintues later. He hooked up tow cables to the bottom of the rental car and started to tow me down the road, yes I was still on it, The blowing snow was just that deep. We got a few miles down the road and a snowplow was coming our way. He saw the truck but didn’t see me and buried the car with snow over the driver door. He stopped too and both guys dug out my car and then the truck driver towed me to the end of the road. I got to the babysitter’s in one piece about an hour after I planned to. I’ve never driven down that back road again. And I probably never will. Watch out for blowing and drifting snow. It sucks.

Tell us a secret about yourself. Shhhh, we promise not to share. Right, Readers?
My husband keeps his toys from when he was a child. They’re keepsakes in his eyes, but they’ve invaded our kids closets. Some of them are junk and missing pieces. I may have thrown out a few of the broken ones. When he asks where they are I tell him I don’t know. He’s such a packrat. Does that make me a bad wife?

What is the most childish pastime indulgence you have?
Eating cookie dough, brownie batter, anything like that. The raw dough tastes better than the finished product.

Do you ever consider writing a different genre? Or do you have a pen name you’d be willing to share that writes a different genre?  I would love to write Science Fiction Romance. I have a story plotted out it’s just finding the time.

Any last words, before you are free to go? And if a reader wants to track you down themselves, where can they find you? Don’t be afraid to follow your dreams. I wish I wouldn’t have waited so long to pursue my passion of writing.


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Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Coming in Hot Tour: Amy Lee Burgess



Hello Readers,
Continuing the Coming in Hot Tour, we have some more yummy information for you. And of course I kidnapped—ahem—I mean coerced (okay, that probably doesn’t sound better) a fellow author in the set to tell us their secrets.
Hey, Amy Lee Burgess, tell us your secrets! Which one of you did I manage to trap this time, and what sexy succulence did you stick in Coming In Hot?

I have no secrets. I am an open book. Ha, never believe anyone who says that! How about – I have lots of secrets. I write books. That’s more like it.
My story in Coming In Hot is called Vital Signs. It features two paranormal paramedics who keep their abilities secret. (I’m sensing a secret pattern here!) Jack Grady can see the dead – but only those ghosts who need their bodies found so they can rest. Rosie D’Angelo can heal with her hands. She’s scared off several of her former partners, and when Jack comes on the scene, tall, dark, handsome, and cracking blonde jokes, she’s determined to keep him at arms’ length. But, of course, he worms his way into her heart.
One night they are at his apartment after a horrible workday – think murdered ghosts and heart attack victims they can’t save – when the lights go out. So Jack lights some candles and throws a couple of steaks under the broiler (he has a gas stove) and Rosie starts realizing just how delicious Jack really is. She – here, wait. I’ll continue this below when I pay my “excerpt toll”.

Was there anywhere naughty your characters did the thing? Was it based off anything you wanted to try? Or are you a sweet lil vanilla?
Well, I’m not a sweet lil vanilla, but Jack and Rosie’s sexcapades were limited to his bedroom in this book. It’s the first in the series, though, so I would bet they are going to get creative. And, hey, Jack did promise some wild tent sex when they went camping together. However, a ghost interrupted those plans, damn it!

If you had unlimited access to Stuart Townsend,  you would do*censored*. (You really think I’m going to kiss and tell? Well, maybe if I had a glass or two of wine, but it is eight o’clock in the morning right now and tea does not make me chatty, it merely paves the way for me to be somewhat civil. Come back at ten tonight with a bottle of wine and we’ll see!)

What is the weirdest experience that ever happened to you? (It can be anything from paranormal encounters to a “I almost died that day!”)
I’ve had lots of weird things happen to me, but since Jack can see ghosts in Vital Signs, I’ll tell you about my ghostly encounter at The Myrtles Plantation in St. Francisville, Louisiana. My ex and I were touring the grounds of this famous, haunted plantation waiting for our ghost tour to begin. We were standing in front of the plantation and looking up at the second floor. This little boy moved the shade and stared out. When he saw us, he waved. We waved back, but I thought his mother ought to make him stop touching the shade since everyone knows you don’t touch any of the furnishings when you are on tours like this.
Our ghost tour began, and I waited to be taken to that room, but it wasn’t on the tour. I asked the guide why and she said that wing was for the B&B guests. She asked me why, and I told her about the little boy and that he must be staying the night. The guide said, no, there were no children staying the night. She made me show her the window and she told me, “Oh, that’s the nursery where two of the poisoned children died. We’ve had several reports of people seeing ghost children in that window, now we can add yours.
Right about now you are thinking – yeah, it was a real kid and the guide was putting you on. I thought maybe that was true until four or five years later when my ex and I were back in St. Francisville (there are lots of plantations in the area to tour and we were big plantation buffs). We were staying at a local B&B and sat with some other guests at breakfast. One of them told the table about how she and her mom had visited The Myrtles the day before. She said they were standing on the front lawn looking up at the house, and a little boy moved aside the shade in one of the second floor rooms and waved at them…

Tell us a secret about yourself. Shhhh, we promise not to share. Right, Readers?
I have never seen Princess Bride. There I said it.

What is the most childish pastime indulgence you have?
Almost every Friday night I call my father and he reads me an old Uncle Wiggly story like he did when I was a kid. And he always ends it with this silly line, “And the bears ate succotash at 7:30!” And we both go off into gales of laughter.  I don’t quite know why that line is so funny since I’m not six anymore, but it still gets me going.

Do you ever consider writing a different genre? Or do you have a pen name you’d be willing to share that writes a different genre?
Every year I set myself a writing challenge and a couple of years ago my challenge was to write a contemporary romance. I’m not a big fan of that genre, although I can be persuaded to read it if the author is good. I ended up writing a novella I sold to one of my publishers, Loose Id. It’s called Top Dog about two gas and oil industry wanna be executives battling for the same management job. Of course they fall in love. And rescue dogs since rescuing abandoned dogs is a passion of mine.

Okay, Readers, I better return this author back to the wild before the authorities catch on. Amy, before you go, you have to pay the toll. Give the readers an excerpt!


Candlelight rendered Jack’s masculine features beautiful. Rosie could have stared at the planes and angles of his face for hours. He stared back at her, seemingly mesmerized. What did she look like by the candle’s glow? She hadn’t bothered with make-up after her shift ended, but she had rebraided her hair. Still, a little lipgloss wouldn’t have killed her. Too late to do anything about it now, though.
And what the hell was she doing worrying about how she looked anyway? Jack was her partner. After tonight, how could he help but cross the line into friendship territory – who could resist him? But she was not about to get moony over him, nor allow him to stare at her as if he found her the most fascinating creature he’d ever seen.
“How long do you think the lights will be out?” She blurted the first thing that came to mind, desperate to defuse the growing sexual tension between them.
He shrugged and took a sip of wine. Offering her a sheepish grin, he said, “I know. Rain, wine, candlelight. I feel like I’ve stumbled onto the set of some romantic comedy.”
“Or the opening scenes of an upscale porn movie,” Rosie said, then froze in horror. Had she said that aloud? What the actual hell!
“And,” she said miserably, “now you see why I don’t date. I am ridiculously socially awkward.”
Jack’s eyes had widened when she mentioned the P word, but now he grinned at her as he set his wine aside.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an upscale porn movie. Care to make some recommendations?”
Rosie smacked his upper arm with her free hand. Oh God, her face burned. This was hell. What was with her mouth tonight? She set her wine glass on the coffee table. She’d better stop drinking. Apparently red wine made her crazy stupid. “I told you I’m socially clueless. Don’t make it worse. Pretend you never heard what I said.”
“How?” He gaped at her. “It’s every man’s dream to have a beautiful blonde on his sofa talking about porn. I’m honor bound to draw out this conversation as far as we can take it.”
His words held a definite double entendre. God damn. She hastily crossed her arms over her chest. His voice made her nipples hard.
She stole an agonized look at him. Why did Jack have to have such a gorgeous smile? And muscles. All the muscles. Wasn’t he hot beneath that denim jacket?
“Do you really not date?” He leaned closer, his gaze locked to hers. “I find that hard to believe.”

Any last words, before you are free to go? And if a reader wants to track you down themselves, where can they find you?
I hope you guys out there like Vital Signs. I like to think it’s a cross between X-Files and Emergency. (Remember that show? Johnny Gage and Roy Desoto were paramedics for Station 51 in LA?)
I write paranormal romance and erotica. Vampires, dragons, gargoyles, and wolf shifters are my book children. Check out my Amazon Author page https://www.amazon.com/Amy-Lee-Burgess/e/B00AW3XZE8/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1471349874&sr=8-2-ent
You can also find me skulking about Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmyLeeBurgess/

And please email me at amyleeburgess99@gmail.com  Bring wine! We can chat!

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Coming In Hot Tour: Elianne Adams



Hello Readers,
I have another post to fill your time from the Coming In Hot box set.  And of course I kidnapped—ahem—I mean coerced (okay, that probably doesn’t sound better) a fellow author in the set to tell us their secrets.
Hey Élianne, tell us your secrets! Which one of you did I manage to trap this time, and what sexy succulence did you stick in Coming In Hot?
Hi Deadra, thank you so much for having me! I’m so excited to be a part of this amazing set, you have no idea! My story in the Coming in Hot set is called Burn Deep. It’s a sexy phoenix shifter story that’s full of heat and passion and a whole lot of naughtiness. I really pushed the boundaries a little in this one, so I hope readers will love it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Was there anywhere naughty your characters did the thing? Was it based off anything you wanted to try? Or are you a sweet lil vanilla?
The naughtiest place Draven and Cortney get busy is on the side of a country road. Who knew riding a motorcycle during the mating craze would loosen inhibitions so much?
As for whether or not it’s something I would have liked to try? Hell yes! Who doesn’t think about doing something a little risqué now and again? Now if I could just find a phoenix shifter to take me riding on the back of his bike, I’d be all set.

If you had unlimited access to blank, you would do blank.
Oh, the possibilities!
If I had unlimited access to cash, I would buy a small lake in a beautiful area and have cottages build all around it for my family and friends. We could all get together, while still have enough space to keep from going crazy. ;)
If I had unlimited access to all the books in the world, I would die a happy woman, indeed.
If I had unlimited access to time, I would keep doing these all day long! Unfortunately, books don’t write themselves, so I have to keep moving to the next question.

What is the weirdest experience that ever happened to you?
Okay, so, I’m going to try to make this short and sweet, but well, yeah, I tend to prattle on, so bear with me. Hopefully, by the time I’m done, it’ll be clear, and I won’t leave everyone scratching their heads. lol
So this happened a long time ago. I was a teenager and still living with my parents. We lived in an old house, and I swear to you, the thing was haunted. Anyway... when I was old enough to get a job, I earned some money, and, with the help of my parents, renovated my room. Originally, my bedroom closet had a panel/door at the back of it that was the only access to our side attic. (Spooky, right? *shudder*) So as we renovated my room, my dad blocked off that entrance to the attic and moved it to a storage room.
A couple of weeks later, I had a dream. It was weird, but not frightening in the least. In my dream, there was a boy running around in the house. He was playing around and dashed from one room to the next. He ran through my room, right into my closet, and then disappeared through the wall where that old opening use to be.
And of course, being in a dream, I followed him. What I saw when I got into the attic was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. I wasn’t in the attic at all. I was in a field filled with wildflowers. As far as the eye could see in every direction, nothing but beautiful flowers. The boy was nowhere to be found. All I remember was this profound sense of peace and tranquility.
When I woke up the next morning, I went on with my day as usual. In fact, I’d all but forgotten my beautiful dream, until one day, a few weeks later, I heard my mom talking to my sister in our kitchen. She was telling her about a boy and a field. When I questioned her about it, she recounted the same dream; only she had followed from her room, and into the same old attic door in my room.
As weird as it was, that feeling of peace still makes me smile each time I think of it.

Tell us a secret about yourself. Shhhh, we promise not to share. Right, Readers?
A secret about myself… hmmm… I could go with the usual “I hate bugs” *and I do, especially earwigs*, but I’ll give you something a little juicier instead. I’m a people pleaser type personality. I can’t stand strife, and don’t ever want anyone to be angry/upset with me. Although I can’t claim to be a total submissive type (I’m too headstrong for that), I do tend to lean more that way than not. Thankfully, most people don’t use that to get what they want from me.
What is the most childish pastime indulgence you have?
Ha! This one is easy. I love playing the old video games that came out when I was a kid. I’m totally going to age myself here by saying that I loved playing Donkey Kong, and Space Invaders. Thankfully, my hubby is happy to play along with me.

Do you ever consider writing a different genre? Or do you have a pen name you’d be willing to share that writes a different genre?
I don’t have a different pen name—yet—but I might set one up if I ever finish writing the Sci-Fi Romance stories that are constantly nagging at me to get written. I have one Sci-Fi Romance that is about 80% written, and another that is begging to get done, so it may happen sooner rather than later. But first, I have to wrap up my PNR series.

Okay, Readers, I better return this author back to the wild before the authorities catch on. Élianne, before you go, you have to pay the toll. Give the readers an excerpt!

Between the vibration of the motor and her chest pressed against Draven’s back, it was all Cortney could do to keep from moaning by the time they hit the highway. It was a nice day, but not crazy hot. She shouldn’t be so warm on the back of the bike, but her whole body felt as though tiny flames licked at her skin. The sensation stole her breath and had parts of her—parts she now found impossible to ignore—throbbing.
Her heart beat faster, and she struggled to keep her hands where they were. She became more restless with each passing minute. When she adjusted her arms and her hands found a small strip of Draven’s exposed skin just above the waistband of his jeans, she should have moved it right away, but she didn’t.
Draven stiffened but kept the bike steady. “Are you doing okay back there?” he asked, his voice a little deeper than before.
Cortney wanted to say yes. She needed to prove to both of them that she could resist the sexual pull between them, but they’d barely been on the road for a half an hour. If the sensations rushing through her grew much more intense, she’d either come right there on the bike with him listening in, or she’d start tearing at his clothes. Already she had her thumb up under the hem of his shirt and was stroking his hot skin.
“I think I might need a bit of a break,” she said, her voice breathless.
“Hang on. We can get off the main road in just a minute.”
She didn’t try responding. Opening her mouth again at this point would have released the moan she was trying so hard to keep back. She just needed to get off the bike. To put some space between them for a few minutes. Then she could breathe, and the haze of lust making her crazy would dissipate. “Hurry,” she whispered as another wave of throbbing pulses washed over her.
He turned down a dirt road, slowing only enough to drive safely as he went around one bend, then another before pulling the bike to the side.
As soon as he gave her the okay, she was off the bike and practically sprinted away. Now that she wasn’t plastered against him, the air felt cool through her T-shirt, making her moan and her nipples pebble against the thin fabric.
“Just take a few deep breaths,” he said, still straddling the bike.
She flipped her visor up and followed his direction. In through her nose and out through her mouth. “It’s not working,” she said more to herself than to him when she’d done it a few times, and the need continued to build rather than fade.
He swung his leg over the bike and took a few steps toward her.
“No, stay where you are. I can’t be close to you right now.”
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but it won’t go away on its own,” he told her as he came closer still.
“Of course it will.”
“It won’t.” He stood before her and unfastened her helmet. Then placed it on the ground at their feet, before removing his own. “You need to come so the mating craze will ease off for a while.”
When Draven took his helmet off, his eyes glowed a bright amber. It was both mesmerizing and a little frightening. His dark hair stood on end, and she wanted to run her hands through it. Not to brush it into place, but to grip so she could kiss him—hard.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She licked her lips, and her gaze flitted to Draven’s mouth.
He brought his hands to her hips and pulled her closer. Every inch of him was hard against her softer body. When his erection pressed against her belly, she moaned, and her eyes drifted shut.
“As much as I want to take you right here, right now, I won’t,” he whispered into her ear.
His lips at her earlobe had her breath hitching in her throat. “Why?” she asked, her tone more plaintive than it should have been.
He turned her in his arms, pulling her back flush against his chest. She didn’t fight the urge to sway against his body.
“Because you deserve more. You’re not sure about this yet—about me—and I’m not going to push you. But you should know, I’m not a saint. If you keep rubbing your ass against my cock like that, I may have a change of heart.”
Cortney stopped moving. Draven was right. She wasn’t ready for this. She had a career to get back to, but her body was going up in flames, and had no way of dousing the fires he ignited. She whimpered at the thought of riding again without relief.
“Will you let me take care of it for you?” he asked as he gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her through the material of her jeans.
“I don’t know…”
“We have two options. We could get back on the bike. I can take you faster and just listen to those sexy little sounds you were making again and hope I don’t wreck the bike when I hear you come behind me. I bet they get louder as you get closer to orgasm, don’t they?” He pressed his cock more firmly against her ass. “Or, you can stand there. I will stay behind you and keep all of my clothes on. I’ll only use my hands and my mouth as far as either will reach from where I stand. Once you’ve climaxed, we’ll get back on the bike and go again until you tell me to stop.”
She whipped her head around and looked at him over her shoulder. “I won’t need to stop again.”
“Then you’ll be more comfortable for the rest of the ride.”
She wanted to wipe his self-assured smile off his face, but right then, all that mattered was easing the throbbing between her legs so she could breathe again. “I won’t need this, or anything else for the rest of the month.”
“Then I guess I’d better make this one count. Pick your orgasm.”


Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Coming In Hot Tour: Chanta Rand

Hello Readers,
We're continuing our hot trail of authors who are sharing their secrets and stories with us. Speaking of stories, there’s a box set releasing in September you all might be interested in. And of course I kidnapped—ahem—I mean coerced (okay, that probably doesn’t sound better) a fellow author in the set to tell us their secrets.
Hey CHANTA RAND tell us your secrets! Which one of you did I manage to trap this time, and what sexy succulence did you stick in Coming In Hot?

Y’know, a secret isn’t a secret once you tell someone, but I guess I can share with you guys. The sexy succulent I’m contributing is an erotic interracial novella called Love Down Under. It’s about a workaholic airline executive who goes to Australia and falls for an arrogant, hunky Australian doctor.

Was there anywhere naughty your characters did the thing? Was it based off anything you wanted to try? Or are you a sweet lil vanilla?
I’m definitely nasty. My husband and I made love on a ship on the Nile River, as well in the middle of the Caribbean Ocean, on a crowded beach in Honduras. Sometimes, I think my characters are living vicariously through me! In every one of my books, my characters do nasty stuff in the oddest places. I’m talking elevators, barns, bathrooms, helicopters, and construction trailers. I think it’s my obsession with seeing how much nastiness I can get away with before I get caught. In Love Down Under my hero and heroine actually do it in a bedroom—which is boring, compared to my other salacious venues. But immediately after, the hero’s extended family bursts through the bedroom door to find out who the hell is making all those loud noises. It turns out to be the both the heroine and hero, who’ve rocked each other’s worlds!

If you had unlimited access to blank you would do blank.
If I had unlimited access to MEDICATION I would give it to all the people suffering across the world who needed it. I think everyone should have access to live-saving medicine.

What is the weirdest experience that ever happened to you?
Oh, Lord. My life is full of weird encounters. Many of them NOT PG-rated. I once attended a play written by a male author. I didn’t really care for the guys’ work, but my best friend dragged me along. It was her birthday, so I indulged her. Afterward, I got a chance to meet the author. I told him how much I hated some of the elements in his work. After I was done ranting, he told me he liked my style and he asked me out to dinner! I declined. Now, he’s a best-selling author.

Tell us a secret about yourself. Shhhh, we promise not to share. Right, Readers?
Damn, y’all love secrets. Some of this stuff I’m taking to the grave with me, but I can share this one. Years ago I had a boyfriend. One morning, I called his home phone. This was back in the days before cell phones –yes, I’m old! Another woman answered the phone. She told me she was his girlfriend! Aw, hell no. We got to talking and I went to his house to meet her. She and I realized he’d been two-timing both of us! We trashed all of his stuff: clothes, apartment furniture, guitar, you name it, we destroyed it. Hey, I was young—ok, I was 30—so sue me. That cheater came home in the middle of our female wrecking crew. Needless to say, he was shocked and scared. I think she ended up taking him back and marrying him. I wrote a book, where I almost killed him off, but in the end, I let him live and be humiliated. Never piss an author off.

What is the most childish pastime indulgence you have?
Um, excuse you, collecting comic books and action figures is NOT childish. My indulgence started when I was a child and never stopped. I am a serious comic book collector. So serious I have my own comic book room at my house. See attached pics! I collect comics featuring kick-azz heroines, characters of color, and apocalyptic comics. I have about a thousand comics. I would have had more, but when I was twelve, we moved, and my mom threw out my comic collection to make room in the moving truck. Arghhh! I coulda been a contender! At any rate, my most valuable comic is The Walking Dead #1 (yes, I’m a zombie fan). It originally sold for $3.99 in 2003. Now, my copy is worth almost $1,000. Yeah, baby! Being a nerd pays.


Do you ever consider writing a different genre? Or do you have a pen name you’d be willing to share that writes a different genre?
As a matter of fact, I’m making a leap from erotica to Sci-fi action/adventure next year. My character is going to be like a female James Bond. Think Angelina Jolie’s Salt character, but set in the future, with a different love interest for each book. Her weapons are her sharp tongue, biting wit, superior intelligence, and of course, her catatonic laser gun. I’m so excited to be starting that series.  

Okay, Readers, I better return this author back to the wild before the authorities catch on. CHANTA, before you go, you have to pay the toll. Give the readers an excerpt! 


EXCERPT FROM LOVE DOWN UNDER:
Nicola watched Dr. Connors’ movements as he worked. He should be named Dr. Grumpy. The man had the worst bedside manner she’d ever seen. No doubt due to his time spent tending to animals, instead of humans. His accent wasn’t as thick as McSeever’s, but the moment he opened his mouth, she knew he was an Aussie. Her eyes grazed over his long fingers as he wound up a ball of gauze. With his shirtsleeves rolled up, she could see the fine blonde hairs that dusted his golden, tanned skin. The muscles in his forearms flexed. His broad back stretched powerfully against his blue shirt. A loose pair of dungarees caressed the firm lines of his ass. Despite his gruff attitude, the doc was hot!
Her body responded to his maleness. Her nipples strained against her thin, white t-shirt. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, but she moved too fast, jabbing her right hand with too much force. A sharp pain shot through her wrist, reminding her of the injury.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Instead, she channeled her pain into anger. “I can’t stay here,” she told him. “Not with all these…these dangerous animals.”
“Seems to me like you’re the dangerous one. You nearly got yourself and that koala killed.”
“How did you know about that?”
“McSeever told me. Plus I saw your chest. I know the mark of koala claws when I see ‘em.”
She didn’t want to think about him examining her chest. She wondered if he’d seen her see-through, lacy bra. “This makes no sense. I’m going to call a taxi. Or perhaps the hotel shuttle can come and get me.” His sardonic laugh only fueled her annoyance. She pulled her cell phone from her backpack and attempted to dial the number to her hotel. The No Service indicator flashed at the top of her screen.
Dammit!
“I demand you call a taxi for me right now. I will not stay here!”
He turned to face her. When he stalked toward her and stopped within one foot of her nose, her heart slammed against her ribcage. She stared into a pair of sinfully beautiful eyes. Were they aqua? Turquoise? She couldn’t pinpoint the color. She only knew they were doing a damned good job of melting her panties. The lashes that framed his eyes were full and lush, bordered by dark blonde eyebrows that reminded her of the wheat fields where she grew up in The Plains area of Texas. They had just the right amount of sculpt. Not too manscaped. Not too Grizzly Adams.
Her gaze followed the bridge of his long, aquiline nose to where it flared into broad nostrils. Pale stubble peppered his upper lip and chin. She’d always thought the five o’clock shadow was sexy, but this barely-there goatee was a turn-on, too. The only thing wrong was the set of full lips that dipped into a frown of disapproval.
“Woman, you’re mad as a cut snake.”
“I’m not familiar with that expression.”
He shook his head. “A crazy person.”
“I’m crazy for wanting to get back to my hotel?”
“You’re in the Outback. In the middle of nowhere. Off the grid. This is Far Northern Queensland, Australia. Over one hundred and seventy-six thousand square kilometers of land, carpeted with desert flowers and the occasional wallaby. There is no taxi coming out here. There is no hotel shuttle. We barely have running water. I just emptied the compost toilet this morning. I’ll show you how to do it if you like.”
She gasped. “You cannot be serious!”
A glint of challenge sparked in his eyes. “Oh, but I am.”

Any last words, before you are free to go? And if a reader wants to track you down themselves, where can they find you?
Last words. The only thing we have to fear is bad novels. With my work, you’ll always get snappy dialogue, humor, and steamy sex. If you want to find my work, I’m everywhere. I’m thinking of changing my name so I can get a break from myself. In the meantime, readers can find me here:
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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Coming In Hot Tour: Muffy Wilson




Hello Readers,
I apologize for my hiatus for the past year. Who knew having babies, my job closing and then opening my own business, and going to college would eat up all that supposed free time people think I have? The good news is the stories are still coming. Speaking of stories, there’s a box set releasing in September you all might be interested in. And of course I kidnapped—ahem—I mean coerced (okay, that probably doesn’t sound better) a fellow author in the set to tell us their secrets.
Which one of you did I manage to trap this time, and what sexy succulence did you stick in Coming In Hot? Hey Muffy Wilson, tell us your secrets!

I wrote a piece, a novella, of about 23k words about a doctor and a troubled twin, Healing Hearts, who is attacked in her sister’s apartment. Naturally, they grow close during her recovery and take it over the top when she clearly is well enough since she is having the waves of Robert Palmers, “Doctor, Doctor give me the news I got a bad case of lovin’ you!” And she loves him up good, baby. Being a twin makes it even more interesting.  And they ain’t sharing their clothes…need I say more? Perhaps this tag line will spark some interest:
Walking on the edge with the underbelly of society in the shadows of the night could be hazardous to your health…or worse—deadly.
Was there anywhere naughty your characters did the thing? Was it based off anything you wanted to try? Or are you a sweet lil vanilla?

Vanilla? No me! I’d put my characters to shame and turn the good doctor’s head faster than a speeding bullet—in my day!
My characters in this book are pretty vanilla. I mean they aren’t doin’ it in a Ferris wheel or an El Camino headed down I-5 at 110 miles an hour (like I did in my sordid, fun-filled youth), for sure, after all she is recovering from a broken pelvis and brain surgery. But, our good doctor is obsessed and repressed so it makes for some saucy sex, I think. We’ll have to wait and see what the readers think! But, in all seriousness, the sex is great but the story is good and could stand on its own. It is complicated with a dandy twist for an ending. Good thing there is sex to break up the story.

If you had unlimited access to money, you would start a... whorehouse!
Nah, but it’s kind of the same thing. I would really establish products and services for Indy authors that they do not have access to now. I do a lot of author promotions on all my social platforms—a bit of paying it forward as thanks to those who helped me so selflessly when I was a greenhorn. I would provide the authors, good Indy authors, access to the finest services: editing, trailers, cover design, models (have you seen Jimmy Thomas—Lord have mercy!), photographers, marketing and promotions. Everything. Our Indy authors today are controlled by social networking and publishing platform algorithms that are designed to percolate the professional, big money making authors to the top and keep the promising at the bottom. It is hard to break through that glass ceiling.
Maybe I’d have a whorehouse too, you know, for…research. After all, I would have unlimited access to money, right? I’d walk around in Bob Mackie gowns and drink SoCo Manhattans like a connoisseur, swear like a sailor, and take what I want, or who, when I want and where I want while dressed to the hilt. Sounds like Heaven-on-a-Stick to me.
Or I would be a time-traveler and go back to change the course of history to make the world a better, safer, more loving place. One or the other.

What is the weirdest experience that ever happened to you? (It can be anything from paranormal encounters to a “I almost died that day!”)
I had an out-of-body-experience the night my mother died. I was 35 years old. We had become best friends from the time I grew out of the daddy love me more competitive between mother and daughter that happens at the thirteen to sixteen stage. I was between jobs and should have been alone. I relied on her a lot—and she me. She was in the same boat. She called me at 0230 in the morning, sick. I rushed over to her apartment and called the EMTs. She looked at me and a tear blossomed in the corner of her left eye and rolled down her cheek leaving a glistening trail of sorrow behind it. She didn’t speak. I knew she was leaving because she took me with her part way. I looked down and saw us together, crying. She wanted me to know she wasn’t afraid or in pain. I was heartbroken but at peace. She was only sixty-one and not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of her. We are both safe and happy.

Tell us a secret about yourself. Shhhh, we promise not to share. Right, Readers?
I was the Midwest Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division for IBM. I retired at thirty-nine to run a 100 year old bar and restaurant with my husband of three years in Wisconsin. We owned it for thirteen years, worked out butts off and had a blast—then retired to Paradise in SW Florida. I’ll be sixty-seven in September, been married to my only husband for 31 years, but I’m a slut at heart.
What is the most childish pastime indulgence you have?
Trying to have the last word. I am so competitive! I have to WIN at everything. It’s infantile. If you mean real indulgence, it’s chocolate Hostess cupcakes. What is with that?

Do you ever consider writing a different genre? Or do you have a pen name you’d be willing to share that writes a different genre?
I write what I call Provocative Romance. Most of what I write is based in part on my life experiences, dressed up for the Prom, as it were. Some is totally erotic and debased; most of it is about love, lost and found. I don’t have much life experience in being a witch, fighting dragons, flying wingless through the air, chopping people to pieces and feeding them to my pigs or murder. I write what I know and that is relationships, loving, exciting, tortured and/or unfulfilled but always with a happy ending, of sorts. Every manner of the human experience. I want my fans and readers to identify, escape and finish with hope.



Okay, Readers, I better return this author back to the wild before the authorities catch on. Muffy Wilson, before you go, you have to pay the toll. Give the readers an excerpt! (You can make it as naughty or nice as you want.)
I decided to give you the opening page to my piece in Coming in Hot. It’s titled Healing Hearts. Here goes…
Everyone gets what they deserve. Everybody knows that.
Hell, it didn’t matter anyway.
It was the wee hours of the morning and Brianna was all alone on the barren, black, wet streets. Curiously, she was unafraid to walk the night between the underbelly of society that lives in the darkness.
It was probably just like the night her sister was murdered. She was probably troubled by the same things—haunted by the depths of her own depravity. The clack-clack-clack of her heels on the sidewalk announced her approach as she headed…where? Home? That was a laugh. It made her think of the first time—her first time, maybe her sister’s first time—on the streets and in the black flesh pits of San Francisco that served up watered down whiskey, easy women and the finest drug connections money could buy, steal or cheat. Shrouded in the black lies hidden by the night, she did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and with whomever she wanted. The rain always had that effect, kept the good ones home while the creeps washed out of every skank black hole.
It was like that her first night…and he was a creep. But she did him anyway, holding her breath as he huffed, thrust, and panted into her young pink mouth. She thought of her kid sister. Was he the one?
The police didn’t know and had no more leads. What was she to do? She had to find out; she had to help. At least, she had to try.
But, she got swept away in the trying.
If she had any doubt about what she had become, it vanished with that blow-job stuffed into her sweet Mona Lisa smile. Every night since, her skirts got shorter and the nights longer and the creeps, well, the creeps were all still creeps.
It was getting harder to remember what her kid sister looked like and why she was here. It was getting harder and harder…and easier, too. There were nights she didn’t care who killed her sister and there were nights she could think of little else.
The line between purpose and obsession became obscure.
She could question how she wound up on the streets, but she already knew. It was a matter of choice—her choice—and the men, the trail of men in her life, were a matter of choice too—her choice and hers alone. She picked them; they didn’t pick her. Still…It was just a matter of time before she would call one of those black rat holes home to curl up with the viper that lived within.
There was a wild thought afloat that nothing positive ever happens until you hit the very bottom of the abyss. Nothing positive had even begun to happen in her life. Guess she had further to fall, since she clearly had not hit rock bottom. Could be. Until then, she entertained herself with the fine parade of men. The steady stream of eager lovers had only one thing wrong—there was no love involved. No names, no “what do you do for a living”, no talk about wives, lovers, divorces or kids. Those were her rules and if you wanted to fuck her, you did it on her terms. Clear, simple, no muss no fuss…and no kissing. She didn’t want to kiss the underbelly of society. They were all scumbags and she liked it that way—on the edge, the tight, unforgiving edge.


Any last words, before you are free to go? And if a reader wants to track you down themselves, where can they find you?
It was great to be here with you and your wonderful fans and readers. They sound like a rowdy fun bunch. I would love to come back again. I still have more secrets, after all—a lifetime of them. Like I said… God only knows, my closets not only have skeletons but my clothes and shoes do too. And here’s a tip…don’t look in the purses. Shhhhhh…J  BTW, you can find me here:



Monday, August 8, 2016

Monday Review: Monster Hunter Generations X



Monster Hunter Generations X released on the 3DS for the US in July. I've had enough time to play with the game and get a feel for it. There are several new features that really caught my attention this edition.

First of all, one of my biggest complaints in the previous games was the fact I had to run all the way back to my house to change gear. In the newest game, there's a "Hunter Prep Area" that allows you to change gear, use the blacksmith, access the House Felyne (which gives access to Meownster Hunters, etc), and access the Palico Board.

While we're on the subject of Palico's... You can now play AS your Palico. That's right. You heard me. You can kick butt and take names in Felyne form. There are actually missions specifically for Palico playtime called Prowler Missions. Though, you can take any hunter mission in town or in the guild hall as a Palico (so far. This may be restricted further in the game.) You can even play with your friends where they are human and you are a Palico, if you so desire. Scraps for armor aren't just obtained through Meownster Hunter missions anymore either. I highly recommend going as a Palico any time you have gathering missions as they can gather without needing pickaxes or bug nets.



Another facet of Palico refinement I'm pleased with is that you aren't stuck with your main Palico being unchangeable anymore. You can recruit, rename, and play as any Palico you hire through the Meowstriss. And she gives you lots of options (from looks to skill types) to use for recruiting.

The graphics are updated, and as gorgeous as ever. If you have played previous games, you'll be pleased to know you'll see some furr-miliar...Uh, I mean familiar faces in the game. I won't spoil it, but I enjoyed it. The maps still allow interaction in the sense of being able to mount monsters.

The newest monters are gorgeous, and I especially love the look and movement of the Malfestio. They've changed the weapons systems for leveling up slightly, and introduced a new system overall that I'm still getting a feel for. I can't give too much of an opinion on it as I'm still not terribly far in the game.

Overall, I think this is my favorite version of Monster Hunter yet. Things that I found lacking in previous editions were solved in this one. Happy Hunting!