Friday, January 10, 2014

The Surrender of Julia (Now and Forever 3) 18+


The Surrender of Julia (Now and Forever 3)




Release Date: December 28, 2013
Publisher: Sassy Vixen Publishing LLC
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Categories: LGBT, bisexual, BDSM, spanking,    
Fantasy, redemption, erotic,
                      Paranormal elements
Sexual pairings: M/F and F/F

  Blurb

L.A. artist phenom Julia Santos appeared to have it all. Her creativity was at its peak and she had her muse and model Jacob Hartley to thank for it. He brought the fire and raw sexuality back to her sculptures and into her bedroom, while her best friend and confidant Carmen gave her a sense of security she’d never felt before.
Afraid of her emerging desire to give herself over completely to Carmen as her submissive, Julia delved deeper into the hedonistic lifestyle she’d come to rely on to help her escape the horrors of her childhood. Her sexual encounters with men didn’t give her the comfort she craved, but led her down the path of self-destruction.
Her behavior caught the attention of the Goddess Fate and her Guardian Angel Daniel. Together they intervene and transport her to the realm between life and death called the Island. There she’s given a choice: stay and wait for her next rebirth, or go back and fight to be with the one who had been there for her through every lifetime.
Will she take the easy way out and leave all the pain behind, or will she choose the long and hard road in order to have her happily ever after with the Mistress of her dreams?

 Story Excerpt

The only way to the beach seemed to be through the sliding doors on the other side of the bedroom. The sound of sea gulls reached her ears as she stepped out onto the deck. A bubbling hot tub sat to her left and to her right was an outdoor kitchen, complete with a grill pit and cushioned deck chairs. Directly in front of her stretched the pale sandy beach. The waves called to her and she practically ran through the sand to get to the point where the water gently lapped against her calves. Julia wiggled her toes into the sand, loving the feel of it slipping and sliding between them. “This is sheer Heaven.”
Then it hit her. The whole confrontation with Jacob and Mario in the condo replayed on fast forward in her mind. She remembered drinking way too much whiskey and then swallowing some pain killers. “Oh, my God!  I just wanted to sleep. I didn’t want to die. This is why I’m here. I’m dead.” She sank to her knees in the surf and sobbed.
“Julia, you’re not dead.” A tall blond man stood before her on the beach. He looked to be in his late twenties, covered in tattoos and sporting multiple piercings. His eyes were what drew her right in. They were the blue green color of the ocean she sat in.   His eyes made her feel immediately at ease.
He held out his hand to her. “Come on. We’ve a lot to talk about and I’m sure you’re full of questions for me too.”
“Where did you come from? I thought I was the only one here.” Julia took his hand and allowed him to help her get to her feet and out of the water.  Goosebumps covered her body, but she wasn’t cold. “If I’m not dead, then how did I get here?”
He laughed. “I’ll answer all your questions, but first you have to give me a chance to do it before you fire off more.”  He wrapped a large beach towel around her shoulders as they made their way back up toward her bungalow. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. I’m the Guardian assigned to watch over you and help you find your way back to the destiny chosen for you by The Three.”
She sat down on one of the deck chairs and beckoned to him to sit next to her. “Guardian?  As in guardian angel?”
He nodded. “My name is Daniel. The Goddess Fate chose me to watch over you and several other people. One of them you know already, Jake Hartley.”
Julia’s eyes filled with tears. “I hurt him so badly. Is he okay? I mean he stormed out of our condo last night. I don’t know where he went.”
Daniel shook his head.  “He was in a horrific accident on his bike. He slammed into the back of a semi—”
“No! He’s not dead. He can’t be.” Julia bolted out of her chair and barely reached the end of the deck before she threw up.
Daniel went immediately to her side, holding her hair out of the way until she stopped retching. “I’m not going to sugar coat it for you, Julia. Jake’s fighting for his life right now. But you need to believe me when I tell you he’s in good hands. His father is my partner and right now he’s there with him and the rest of the family.”
“He wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for me. I did this to him.”  Sobs tore through her body again. She’d never cried over anyone or anything before Jacob. All of it became more than she could take. “Please. Leave me here to die. Take care of him.”
The Guardian wrapped his muscled arms around her and held her against his chest. “That’s not why you’re here. In fact, you’ve been allowed to come here in order for your heart and soul to mend. Then, you have to make a choice.”
Julia wiped the tears from her face and gazed into Daniel’s eyes. “I don’t understand. What is this place?”
“We call it The Island. Basically, it’s what humans would call limbo. It’s the realm between life and death. The ability to come here is a gift given to you by Yeshua, Fate, and Lucius. You have to choose to either stay here and wait until your next life cycle, or go back to face your demons and fight for your chance to be with your soul mate and your chosen destiny.”
“The only person that’s ever loved me like that, the only one who told me he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, is fighting for his life in a hospital bed.” Julia managed to get back into the deck chair without having another wave of nausea hit. She curled up in the towel again and wondered if it would be the best thing to stay here and not go back to all the pain she’d caused.
Daniel smiled. “The only one? Think hard. Who’s been by your side through everything? Who has let you pursue all your desires and still loves you unconditionally?”
She smiled through her tears. “But Carmen can’t be my soul mate. It’s one thing to have an affair, but the love we have for each other will never be accepted, especially not in her world as a doctor and hospital administrator.  The religious groups in L.A. would crucify her if our relationship was made public. The hospital Board wouldn’t want to have that kind of publicity. Carmen’s worked too hard to get where she’s at in her career. I won’t be responsible for ruining another person’s life.”
“I understand your fears about that, but you and all those groups have it completely wrong. The Three didn’t create us as just male or female. We are both. Soul mates are just that, mates of the soul. Being a male or female isn’t part of it. Souls have no gender. They’re just pure life force.”
Julia shook her head. “That may very well be true, but after all I’ve done in my life I don’t deserve to have that kind of happiness. Jacob does. Carmen does. But not me.”
Daniel took her hands into his calloused ones. “Why not? If The Three feel you’re worthy, who are you or anyone to judge differently?”


ADULT EXCERPT M/F

“Julia, what on earth are we going to do with you?” Dr. Mario Carlos locked the door to the private hospital room and dimmed the lights. “You know how the nurses love to gossip. Eventually, one of them will put two and two together and figure out you’ve been faking all of these so called accidents.”
“Don’t kid yourself. I’ve not faked anything to get here. You know very well I’ve been preoccupied lately and under a lot of stress. I wouldn’t call these things accidents but more like I’ve been distracted.”
“What? Your boy toy-muse not able to alleviate the stress you have?” He snorted dismissively then turned on the charm once again. “You need professional help and I’ve got what you need right here.”  Dr. Carlos held up a small green vial of pills and shook them in front of her face.
She raised her eyebrows and licked her lips. “I’m not one of your other patients who come here for drugs.”
Mario shrugged. “You had to have a lot of stitches for that gash in your arm. When the local wears off, you’ll wish you had these bad boys.”
“Fine. If it will get you to shut up about it, I’ll take them.” Julia snatched them out of his hand and tossed them into the drawer with her purse. “I don’t need drugs from you and you know it.”
“Call it what you want but sooner or later, you will end up the hot topic around the nurses’ station. Some may even think you’re doing this on purpose to drum up publicity for your gallery.” Mario moved slowly across the room and stood inches from her.
His subtle musky cologne filled her nostrils and set her skin on fire. She wanted him. Now. “Who cares what those nosy bitches think.” She reached out and rubbed his already hard cock through his scrubs. “I need this pounding the hell out of my pussy right now.  So stop talking and start fucking.” Julia didn’t care what anyone else thought and right now, including Jacob. All she could think about was her current lover’s glorious cock filling her to the brim… the one outlet she knew would relieve her of the emotional upheaval the call from her mother set into motion.
Ever since being wheeled through the doors of the hospital, only the anticipation of Mario’s tongue darting in and out of her ass and pussy mattered. Just the flick of his tongue over his own lips made her shiver with delight and soak her thong.
The very same thong the good doctor tore from her body seconds after lifting her up to sit on top of sink in her bathroom. Her fingers wound through his dark wavy hair as his mouth plundered hers, taking her breath away. She loved the power she held over this man. Any time, any place she wanted, he always obliged. Tonight would be no exception.
Of course he kept her waiting a good half hour after Jacob left before he graced her with his presence.
She wasn’t amused by the delay and couldn’t care less if some other patients required his attention. It’d been their arrangement that whenever she showed up, he’d drop whatever and whoever and come running.
Now finally, he sheathed his dick with one of those ribbed condoms she demanded he wear whenever they fucked.
Julia still felt a bit miffed at him, but the feeling of his hands on her bare ass temporarily cleared her mind of all her complaints and the shit with her family.
Mario spread her legs wider, lifting her from the sink as he buried his dick in her dripping cunt.
Julia moaned and sighed as he slowly pulled out and plunged back in repeatedly. Even through it felt fantastic to finally have him fucking her, she wanted more. She wanted to be pounded until she was a quivering glob of jelly. Then maybe the images of her childhood would fade from her mind’s eye again. He knew what she desired and yet continued the slow pace, pissing her off anew. “Stop teasing me and give me what I want. Now!” Julia pulled his mouth away from hers, but not before she bit down on his lower lip, nearly drawing blood.
“You’ll pay for that, bitch.”

* * * *

“Promise?”
He pulled out of her abruptly and spun her around, leaving her hands momentarily braced against the sink. He kicked her legs apart and bent her over, so that her swollen outer lips glistened at him.
She shimmied and shook her hips, trying to entice him to enter her again.
He grabbed the bottle of hair conditioner and squeezed a large amount over the crack of her ass, slipping his fingers in and out of her, stretching her inner muscles to accommodate him. “I don’t make promises, sweetheart. I’m a man of action.” He slid the head of his cock into her ass, feeling her tighten around him and then stretch more. The sensation of her squeezing and releasing his entire member as he continued to glide in was almost more than he could take and nearly made him spill his seed. This time he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of him exploding inside her. Not yet. He had other plans for his demanding lover.
“Oh, now this is what I’m talking about. I love your kind of action, doctor.” Julia panted and struggled to move against him, trying to take control of their session as always.
This time, he wasn’t going to allow it. He was tired of taking orders from her all the time. Just once, he wanted to be the one to call the shots. Tonight would be the first of many where Julia learned to work for what she wanted from him. He needed to hear her beg for a change.
He reached around her and cupped both of her large full breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples roughly as he pulled her up against him. He kept his cock firmly embedded deep inside her ass,
Her anal muscles spasmed out of control and squeezed his dick. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he nibbled along her neck. “Please, Mario.”
“Please, what?” He kneaded her breasts and twisted her nipples even harder, eliciting a whimper from her now.
“Please. Fuck. Me. Fuck me until I scream.” Her breathing became labored and her body trembled in his arms.
He knew she was close to erupting. He smiled and bit down on her ear lobe, bringing out yet another primal moan from her. His cock throbbed in response to every move and sound she made, especially when she talked dirty.  “God, you know I love your filthy mouth.”


ADULT EXCERPT F/F

Julia’s ass burned from the paddle and yet she craved more. She knew her Mistress would deliver the appropriate punishment. She always knew what to do for her to give them both the greatest amount of pleasure. “Yes, Mistress.”  Julia placed her palms flat on the carpet, curled her fingers inward, and gripped the plush fibers as Carmen worked her with the paddle. A few times the edges of the paddle connected with her cunt sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her body, igniting the passion she hadn’t felt in a long time. This was definitely where she belonged, with her Mistress, her true soul mate.
“You’re going to get to know this paddle well, my sweet, but not all tonight. We’ve plenty of time together and I’ve a lot of instruction planned for you.” Carmen slipped her fingers between Julia’s pussy lips. “So wet for me already, kitten. Do you know how much that pleases me?”
“I’ll do anything to please you.” Julia thrust back toward Carmen as her fingers slid over her clit and then quickly withdrew. “Please don’t stop, Mistress.”
Carmen laughed softly as she rubbed soothing cream with her soft hands over Julia’s thighs and bottom. “Don’t you worry, there’s going to be plenty of time for you to come for me, my love. Since it’s been such a long time, your skin isn’t used to being worked, but it will be.”
Shivers flew up and down Julia’s spine. The combination of the heat from the paddle, the coolness of the cream, and the touch of Carmen’s hands became almost too much to take, and yet it was exactly what she needed and longed for from the very start. She felt a tug on her outer lips as the bell clamps were removed and cream worked into the skin where they’d been for the last few hours. Julia moaned again as Carmen spread her ass cheeks and slipped two fingers into her tight opening, coating her with the cream and stretching her with each feathering stroke.
Carmen picked up the crop with the special latex covered handle and bulb at the tip. It resembled a long, thick cock and was in fact, one of Julia’s favorite toys.
Tonight she would be reacquainted with it. Just the sight of it made her body ache with need. The feel of the dildo sliding between her cheeks, sent a flood of her juices down her inner thighs with nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t hold it back any longer and hoped it wouldn’t displease her Mistress too much. A smile slowly formed on her lips thinking about what would happen next if Carmen followed her usual routine.
The bulb of the handle slowly slid passed the initial resistance to embed deep within her. Julia’s clit throbbed in response to the fullness of the crop buried in her ass, and her hips rocked. She ground her pussy into the ottoman, attempting to give her clit some relief.
Carmen wasn’t going to allow it however. “Kneel up, hands behind your back, kitten.”  She helped Julia get up and into position before shoving the crop a little deeper into her. “Now, I’m going to enjoy that hot bath you prepared for me. Keep your hands behind your back, legs apart, and that fake cock right where it is until I tell you otherwise. Are you okay with that or do you need a break, my pet?”
Julia swallowed hard and licked her lips. “I could use a drink of water, Mistress.”
 Carmen held a bottle of water with a straw while Julia drained nearly half of it in three gulps.
“Thank you.”
Carmen kissed her forehead and then her lips softly. “I won’t be long and then we’ll start again. I was thinking of our last session after you visited me today. We had such a short time together then, not enough to really see what both of us were made of. But this time, oh honey, this time we are going to be able to let everything and everyone else go.”



About the Author
As the founder of Sassy Vixen Publishing, Tammy has a lot on her plate. Not only has she established herself as an erotic romance author with Siren Bookstrand, but she's also published two books of poetry and has many more projects underway. Finding time to write and keep up a full schedule as a veterinarian in a very busy practice in the Pacific Northwest has been a difficult task, but one she takes on happily with the help of her husband, “Mr. Vixen.”
Through her website/blog Behind Closed Doors and her blog Not Enough Time in the Day you can get a glimpse into her hectic schedule.  Now she can add Best Selling Author to her resume as her vampire inspired poetry book The Courtship of the Vampyre is one of the top sellers on Omnilit (ARe affiliate).
The love of books of all genres helped her decide to write under four pen names. This way she's able to tell the stories all of her characters wish to tell whether it's the sweet and sensual or hot and spicy. Speaking of spicy, Tammy is also part of the Four Seduced Muses along with three of her Siren author friends. No topic is off limits with the Muses and that's the way “The Vixen” likes it!
Readers can also connect with her and her alter egos through Facebook and Twitter.
  
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Saturday, January 4, 2014

Available!! ALABASTER NIGHTS (The Josie Hawk Chronicles) by Elle J Rossi


ALABASTER NIGHTS (The Josie Hawk Chronicles) the latest from Elle J Rossi is available on Amazon. Grab a copy now! Look at this gorgeous cover. 



Let's take a peek at the Alabaster Nights excerpt:
He’s been following me for two nights now, hiding in the shadows, trailing me as I prowl the streets armed with more blades than a sous chef. Sage was right about one thing. Her brother is of the determined sort. What she didn’t mention is that he’s more than a little odd. He stares at me like he’s trying to steal my soul. Perhaps he simply worries for Sage and wants to know if her new partner is who she says she is. Instinct tells me it’s more than that.
I’m pretty sure he thinks I can’t see him. I’m guessing no one has ever told him that it’s kinda hard to hide when you’re six-plus feet of solid sexy vampire. Said vampire has chosen me as his object of fixation and I’d like to know why. What I do is dangerous, and I can’t afford the distraction. When I think of Keller, the word stable never enters my mind. It’s not easy keeping one eye on my crazy stalker and the other on the rest of Nashville.
Slowing, I take in my surroundings and ignore the cold air as it creeps down my spine. Each breath is a series of smoke signals, rolling toward the dark sky and evaporating into the night. I’ve never been a fan of winter and we’re having a particularly cold one this year. I’ll admit that the decorated trees and wreaths do add a bit of heart-warming ambience to the chilly season.  Not enough to heat my toes, though. As soon as the sun starts shining, I’m heading straight to my apartment to sleep under the hot spray of water in my crappy-ass shower. The sun and I are about to become really good friends. Daylight seems to be my only escape from Mr. Crazy Vampire Dude.
In front of me is the rough section of town, the part of the city slathered in poverty and despair. While crime is rampant there, it’s of the human variety and not my specialty. I’m leaving that particular neck of the woods to the cops tonight. To my right are a handful of bars and restaurants, closed up tight until business hours roll back around and humans roll out of bed. Printer’s Alley is on my left and currently solely occupied by Keller O’Leary.
I see him, watching me intently, almost as if he’s ready to intervene if necessary. Like I need the help. I’ve been doing this for a while now. On my own. I feed off the adrenaline. I live for the hunt. Keller, on the other hand, is beginning to look like he’s a faded tumbleweed about to roll down the street of a ghost town.
Leaning against the wall, he shifts from one foot to the other, either restless or desperate, I can’t tell which. I haven’t seen him feed since the incident with the blonde, and I’ve been watching closely. Almost as closely as he watches me. His dark eyes are full of ghosts. If I cared, I’d ask him what demons haunt him, what has he seen—or done—in his life that makes his eyes so disturbing and calculating. He closes those dark eyes now and I make my move.
“Who hired you to be my babysitter?”
The sharp edge of my knife presses against his jugular. Keller keeps his eyes closed. Even though he’s feigning nonchalance, his muscles tighten in a way that has me on high alert. I can’t afford to be trapped. I’ve seen what he can do when hungry and I’ve probably just roused a sleeping bear. I apply more pressure. Slicing him open wouldn’t kill him, but it would make me feel better.
“I’m not daft, Josephine,” he says in that Irish lilt that makes the pit of my stomach hotter than the glowing end of a branding iron. I haven’t been attracted to anyone in quite awhile. Why now? Why Sage’s brother? 


Elle J Rossi grew up in rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animals than she could count. But the sites and sounds of the world beckoned, so she left her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a full time singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in a hundred different places.
After meeting the love of her life and settling down, she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of the happily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her own characters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on the very first page sealed her fate. She'd found a new love. She'd found her escape.
Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she's creating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it. For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and sings karaoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and two cats that rule the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn't get lost in the enchanted forest. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Magic In Memphis on Amazon!

The novella Magic in Memphis, published by Moon Rose Publishing,  is now available on Amazon. 

Grab a copy today!


Tuesday, December 31, 2013

SEPTEMBER ENDS Excerpt 18+

SEPTEMBER ENDS


Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.

September Ends is contemporary fiction, with romance, erotic and supernatural elements, bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.

September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love because love happens when we least expect it.

EXCERPT 18+


ON THE WILD HILL
.
We is the monster made to thrill
Whose arms and legs and guts enmesh
This craven frotwolf in your flesh
Shy innocence we lust to kill
Our ugliness all beauty eats
Such is our appetites and greed
We're in your rampant primal need
You can't resist our raging heats
And so succumb - my succubus
To my ferocious hirsuit will
Your Life's essential surge to spill
To sanctify my hid'ous pus
We promise we will set you free
Though some call me porn-og-raph-y
.
by Jack O Savage
.
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Chapter 6
No Sweeter Dish



LIZ
Mistress. All words of importance must be acknowledged with a capital letter.
I am your Mistress.
PETE
Mmmm I want to fuck you hard. Really let you know I want you.
Baby, I want to watch every move you make. I want to see your eyes look at me when I make love to you.
LIZ
I slide onto your cock
grip it
up
down the shaft, slow
sexy
until you cum harder than you ever imagined in your life
PETE
I had to re-boot. Dammit!
Have I made you happy? Did you cum? Tell me.
LIZ
Yes, you’ve been a very good boy & made me very happy tonight.
PETE
Oh yes, sweet Mistress.
When we meet, can you wear black lace panties for me? Something really feminine. Maybe a lacy little black thong. That would be sweet. Mmmm.
LIZ
You know by now I’ll do anything you want. I wish we could be together tonight.
PETE
Me, too baby. I’m going to sleep now. Sweet dreams, sweet Liz. I need you here with me tonight. I promise I’ll be a very good boy.
Make my Mistress happy. Want to sign in again tomorrow night? I’ll be free for you.

© 2013 Ra Jones Publishing

Available on Amazon - 99 cents for a limited time.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

SEPTEMBER ENDS - Free Today only

SEPTEMBER ENDS
Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.
Grab a copy today of this critically acclaimed contemporary fiction novel blended with poetry. 
Free December 29th only.


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Season's Greetings


Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates. 
Happy Holidays to everyone who does not.
I adore you all. 
Your support of my work means everything.
Now, it's family time. 
Sweet dreams of brighter days to come. 
Best always. 
xoxo

Sunday, December 15, 2013

SEPTEMBER ENDS - 2013 ENDS


SEPTEMBER ENDS

by

Hunter S. Jones & An Anonymous English Poet

 September Ends


September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.


First book signing at Atlanta's SPA SYDELL Midtown

The novel SEPTEMBER ENDS has been a remarkable journey for me this year, in so many ways. It was a creative outlet during a time of crises and personal struggles. It has become a catalyst for friendships and business partnerships that I never expected. Thank you to the anonymous English poet for introducing me to the world of artistic collaboration. (Special note: my first book signing at Spa Sydell's Midtown Atlanta location where I sold twice as many books as had been planned. The event lead to four tentative book signings in Georgia and three other states across the Southeast. Awesome!) Thank you for dear life long friends and fantastic new friends! When Tennessee Williams wrote of "The kindness of strangers." he had to know personally how very true that line was for a writer's life, and how very true it remains. I would also like to thank everyone that has taken the time to read and review SEPTEMBER ENDS. Your support has taken me by surprise and each of your comments are invaluable. Here's a few quotes from reviewers on Amazon:

 "SEPTEMBER ENDS is a story of love, loss and survival"
"A Work of Art"
"A Rare Diamond"
"This is the stuff legends are truly made of" 

Vixen Vodka's KISMET MARTINI created for SEPTEMBER ENDS
For those of you who haven't read this beautiful little book, following is an introduction to the three main characters: Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The book is currently available on Kindle for 99 cents to make it more accessible for book clubs, and it is also available as a paperback on Amazon. It would make an great holiday gift for the readers in your life. Here's Liz, Pete and Jack...


LIZ SNOW

I am Liz Snow, Elizabeth October Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Actually I’m from a small town in north Georgia called LaFayette. My grandfather died suddenly when I was young, then I saw my only brother die in a useless traffic accident. So, you see, I’m not your typical girl. Years of anti-depressants, alcohol and bad relationships have damaged me emotionally. I hide myself in my career as a software executive. I never really knew what love was until meeting Peter William Hendrix III of Chattanooga, Tennessee. Or at least that’s what I thought until Pete’s betrayal.


PETE HENDRIX


I’m successful, some say handsome, attorney Pete Hendrix of the firm Hendrix, Hendrix & Smith in Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA. I attended undergrad at Vanderbilt University, graduated law school with honors and returned to Chattanooga to run the family law firm. I live the life my mother always wanted for me. As often as possible, go to my cabin on Walden Ridge. There, I swim in the clear, cool water from the cave, read and spend time in solitude looking onto the scenic Sequatchie Valley, the sacred hunting grounds of the Cherokee Nation before the Trail of Tears. My life is structured and secure. But, I never expected to meet a girl like Liz Snow. I loved Liz with my heart and soul. Then, she discovered my secret.


WIKI ENTRY: JACK O SAVAGE


English poet, novelist, and founder member of The Renaissance Bards trio of spoken word artists, Jack O Savage leapt to prominence on being expelled from Jesus College, Oxford for allegedly plotting an arson attack on the college in which he supposedly planned to 'raise English successist complacency to its foundations', though no charges were ever brought against him. The Sun tabloid newspaper ran a story proclaiming POSH POET GETS CHOP referring to Savage's 'chopper protest' in which he was arrested for 'leaping atop a 17th century oak refectory table and lewdly flaunting his generous masculinity' at a formal disciplinary hearing, a gesture which he later repeated in public and which subsequently went viral on YouTube, receiving over 100 million hits in under two hours.

Check out the the Pinterest board for SEPTEMBER ENDS, too.


2013. Literally, the best and worst of times. A year I could've done without. But, also a year in which I have meet--virtually and personally--some of the best and most inspiring people I have ever known. I have worked with music and entertainment legends and soon-to-be legends on my ExpatsPost blog. My books have found an audience, too. Moon Rose Publishing has connected me with a sisterhood of authors that can truly be compared to a sorority. 

Thank you again for your support. Look for the follow up to SEPTEMBER ENDS in 2014, maybe a new Happily Ever After from me, and possibly a weird, wonderful and wacked out follow up to Fables. Watch this space. In the meantime, have a safe and happy Holiday Season everyone. Cheers!


Friday, December 6, 2013

Femmes of the Frisky Quill Guest Blogger ELODIE PARKES!

It's that time of year again. The nights are getting longer and we all want to curl up with someone hot and spicy...I mean something hot and erotic. Oh, how about settling for a cup of hot chocolate and a good book? That sounds great, doesn't it? With that in mind, today's guest is erotic romance author Elodie Parkes - the first guest on the new Femmes of the Frisky Quill segment of my blog. Elodie is going to introduce us to her latest novel, which is named A Little Mysterious. I admire Elodie greatly, as most of you know. She astounds me and leaves me in awe of her writing abilities and capabilities. She is extremely prolific. One day, she will be famous as the 'Stephen King' of Erotic Romance. She maintains a high level of creative output. Elodie writes more books in one year than I will ever write in a lifetime! So, without further ado, please join me in welcoming Elodie! 



He’d been sent off course…he thought he was lost…until he found Daisy.

His vampire abilities were special. He belonged to an elite group. Moving home, they are set off course by a storm that lands Dhruv alone, hungry, and desperate in a strange town.
A story of lust, love, and coincidence.

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Today the main characters from ‘A Little Mysterious’, Dhruv and Daisy are visiting the blog.

Daisy, would you like to tell the readers about how you and Dhruv met?

Daisy
We met on the high street in the café I worked in didn’t we Dhruv?

Dhruv: We did formally meet then, although I took a while to sat much to Daisy. I liked her as soon as I saw her. That was before we actually met. I’d seen her around shall we say. I don’t want to give spoilers.

Daisy: That’s true, but I wanted you right away. I could hardly take my eyes off you. When I went up the back of the café and cleared the tables, I used to stare at you.

Dhruv: You did more than stare you sighed over me. I knew it. I could sense it. I could feel your need and it fuelled mine.
He leans across and kisses Daisy, then keeps hold of her hand.

Dhruv, Can you describe when you first knew you were in love with Daisy?

Dhruv: You know, I’m sorry but I can’t. It was weird for me. I couldn’t admit it to myself. I think Daisy loved me right away. Did you Daisy?

Daisy: I knew I wanted to make love with you, but I felt such a strong attraction to you I think I might have loved you right away. Then I knew the first time we made love, it was sex that turned into making love. For me anyway. Although I liked him the moment I saw him, in the cafe doorway. I wanted those arms around me right away.

She leans across and kisses him this time .I better ask another question since now they are starting to get a little heated.

What’s one thing you might have changed about your story?
Daisy: Nothing, since it’s the real story. Although I’ve never been happy with my name, and that I’m not very tall, Dhruv can tuck me under his arm. Although things are a little different now since we really got together, but I can’t tell you that. It would be a spoiler.

Dhruv: That’s so sexy Daisy, that I can pick you up and cuddle you into my body. You’re beautiful the way you are.
As for me changing the story, more sex, although there’s loads, I’m addicted to Daisy now and I find it hard to keep my hands off her. I might have said a little more about our lives after we got together, but that might be better in another book.

Dhruv, tell us something about Daisy, how would you describe her in a few words?

Dhruv: She’s very pretty, slender, intelligent. I think she’s kind and generous, and she treats people really well. She’s brave too. She likes the countryside and water. Starts to laugh and hugs Daisy.

Daisy, describe Dhruv in a few words.
Very sexy, giving, clever, thoughtful, a great lover, knows what he wants or needs to do and goes for it. He’s very creative, and talented artistically.

So what’s hot about the story?
Dhruv:
The steam rises from the love scenes.
I think the way Daisy responds to me.
Daisy:
I think it’s the way you talk dirty to me.
Dhruv: Do I?
Now Daisy is stroking his arm, okay time for an excerpt.

How about you both choose your favorite scene from the book.

Daisy: It has to be a love scene for me, what about you Dhruv?
Dhruv: I think so, the hotter the better. (Grins)



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About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.


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Sunday, December 1, 2013

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

SEPTEMBER ENDS #FREE #Download

Surprise! We decided to give you a free download of SEPTEMBER ENDS for your Thanksgiving travels. Download it FREE beginning at Midnight Pacific Time on November 19th & again FREE on November 20th.

Read SEPTEMBER ENDS during the festive season, share the good words with your friends and enjoy! Just click on the cover and it's yours. Look for the paperback coming soon and much, much MORE!! Cheers!

 SEPTEMBER ENDS

SEPTEMBER ENDS
by
HUNTER S. JONES
&
An Anonymous English Poet

Sunday, November 17, 2013

READERS'S CHOICE - HEA or HEAT? YOUR VOTE COUNTS!

HEA vs HEAT
READER’S CHOICE
The Magnificent 7

An anonymous former UC Berkeley professor turned Wall Street derivatives guru and current novelist interviews the fabulous novelist Hunter S. Jones:

1) The bursting new genre of femme erotica is evolving by the day. You have asserted that you, the author, are NOT anything LIKE what you write. Most of us who read D.H. Lawrence's "Lady Chatterly's Lover" felt it was autobiographical. Were we wrong or are female erotica writers coming from a different place than male erotica writers?






That’s a fantastic question. Someone said that male writers of the erotic tend to indulge in their fantasies or use their work to feature their own experiences and expertise. Didn’t D.H. Lawrence admit that Lady Chatterley’s Lover was based on one of his own affairs with a married woman? Some current writers of erotic materials openly say their books are memoirs or based on actual events—male and female. All my characters are fictional. I can’t speak for all writers but I will quote Faulkner who said (not about erotica but about fiction in general), “A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.”
Having an imagination is sexy. Women are finding their voice, so to speak, in the current openness of self-publishing. There’s a wave of female writer’s which have no rules, we create badass bitches that do what they want on their own terms. My character, Liz Snow in September Ends, isn’t like that, but my other female characters definitely are—they make the rules. However Liz does find a way to overcome obstacles and find her way out of the confusion life gives her, she finds her strength through love.

2) So, can we assume that the highly charged and deliciously teasing texting sequence in "September Ends" has no autobiographical content?



Oh, everyone wants to get that little tingle of desire, don’t we? But, that’s the entire message of SEPTEMBER ENDS. When you love right (which is a verbal imperative, in case you didn’t notice.) everything is different. Love takes on a new meaning. Parts of SEPTEMBER ENDS are autographical, but I’m not going to let you know which parts, not yet anyway. 

3) You say you never met your September Ends co-author. What, then, was the sequencing between his poems and your text? Which came first?

Thank you for asking this question! It was a really interesting, artistic experience. We are members of an online writers group and discovered we shared a mutual admiration for indie writers. Plus, we both share a love of classic British and American Literature. I needed a creative project to balance an interlude in my personal life so we decided to attempt the novel collaboration which became SEPTEMBER ENDS. We developed the three main characters first.



Next, The Story appeared to us. We developed the synopsis and basic outline of the book. He wrote the poetry for the book, which I used as the ‘spine’ for the prose. He actually did not want to use the two erotic chapters, which I wrote, but I felt strongly that they needed to be included as part of the message of the novel. Our editor, BZ Hercules, agreed that the chapters indeed made the characters much more flawed, which of course makes them much more redeemable in the end.

4) Where is your Cherokee connection?

My father’s family are direct descendants of a man who married into the Cherokee’s Wolf Clan—the female tribal leaders. At the time of the Cherokee Removal, part of the family went to Oklahoma and part of the family stayed in Tennessee. The Cherokees are a matriarchal society. I like to believe I inherited the women’s fierce independence. And, hopefully, a few of their other legendary qualities.

5) Why did you choose to consummate the erotic texters' relationship explicitly, then leave the erotica readers hanging forever after?

The story line of Liz and Pete—their sexual addiction to each other---ran its course in SEPTEMBER ENDS. It came to a screeching halt, like many sexual relationships do. Hence, she vilified him; he romanticized her. It fit into the plotline so well and it is a lot like real life. The entire book could’ve been based on their summer romance, however that was not the story for that particular book. There will be other books.

6) September Ends was so original and, you claim, not autobiographical, so what can your public expect next?

Well, parts of SEPTEMBER ENDS are autographical. There is another book currently in the works based on a couple of the characters, so who knows what direction it will take before those final edits are completed next year?

Plus, there’s a Fables Book 2, but I’m a little scared of it—it’s taken on a life of its own. I’m kinda shocked that I’ve created something so explicit. GULP.



7) What about this idea?

I have a concept for a short story or novelette. Let’s let the readers vote.

Will my next story be:

Happily Ever After - A small town Southern girl who plays guitar visits a tarot card reader to see if the winds of change blowing through her life will return her lost, true love and finally give her life a happily ever after.

OR

HEAT (Hot, Erotic) – A small town Southern girl who visits a tarot card reader, blows him, he decides he’s in love, she denies him any more sex saying it was a one-time-thing which sets him on a deranged killing spree of all her previous lovers in a neo-existential-nihilistic, sex, drug & alcohol parallel universe, only to wake up & find it’s all been a dream & the guitar player-next-door is asleep on her couch, or in her bed & she can’t get him to stop snoring. Who knows? Just some kinda crazee punked-out-FreeBird-Jonesian ending…

Reader’s choice.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Thursday, October 31, 2013

NAT'S BOOK NOOK : STOLEN MOMENTS FROM SEPTEMBER ENDS

NAT'S BOOK NOOK : STOLEN MOMENTS FROM SEPTEMBER ENDS: For the first time in my life, I cannot choose which excerpts to show you. I loved everything in this book so much, that I fear I might end...

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

All About Sarah Niles Movie

All About Sarah Niles 


by Author Shiralyn J Lee





What would you do for fifty thousand pounds?

All About Sarah Niles is set to be the first fully crowd-funded lesbian feature film, created and funded by the people who know and love the genre best.

From the author who brought you, The Submissive Scullery Maid, The Dark Cully's Mistress and many more stories that have reached the top of the best sellers rank on US and UK amazon, delve into Shiralyn J Lee's big screen adaption of Loving the Pink Kiss.

This movie is filled with drama and comedy and to give you an idea on where this movie fits in, you can compare its quirkiness to ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK, feel the hidden romance created in GREEN CARD and laugh at the similar comedy of BRIDGETTE JONES DIARY.

Growing up in the UK Shiralyn turned her attention to writing novels after she moved to Canada, where she is now married to her wonderful wife, Janice.

From her kitchen table, she has entertained people all over the world. Included in her work are pieces that are aimed toward the younger generation and this is where All About Sarah Niles fits in.

The film offers an audience the chance to not only watch but also be a fundamental part of its creation. With donations starting from as little as $3 going up to $10,000 (with many steps in between) it really is possible for anyone and everyone to be part of the biggest lesbian film of the decade. From exclusive backstage information to signed copies of the script and even chances to be in the film, there really is something rewarding for everyone.

Fundraising starts on Oct 31st 2013 and will run for 60 days on the dedicated crowd-funding site Indiegogo with all money raised going to fund cast, crew and equipment needed to make this film a possibility. So why not treat yourself, or buy someone a holiday gift that really can't be beaten. You can also help by liking and sharing the indiegogo fundraiser post, together we can get this movie made.
To keep up to date with the film, see exclusive content and find out more on how to donate, 'Like' the Facebook page, 'SarahNilesMovie' today.

Here is the Indiegogo link to view the video & gain more information on the movie http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/all-about-sarah-niles/x/5113624

Or for more information, you can email: allaboutsarahniles@gmail.com.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cYTa-6z_dY YouTube

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Reader Comment on SEPTEMBER ENDS !!





Thank you so very much Belin. Glad you enjoyed our story.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Heartbreaking and Beautiful, October 10, 2013


SEPTEMBER ENDS

5.0 out of 5 stars


Heartbreaking and Beautiful, October 10, 2013

By Helle (Denmark)
Amazon Verified Purchase

This review is from: September Ends (Kindle Edition)

Wow, how to do this review without spoilers.

This was an amazing book!

It is written as diary, mails, chat and poetry, which makes it different from anything else I have ever read. It played on the heartstrings and even had me shed a tear or two, not to mention the hot erotic scenes.

We follow the story of Elizabeth October Snow, her search for love turns out to be rather heartbreaking.

I highly recommend this book.

My favorite quote:

We are so close to Heaven on the mountain that we can hear the sound of the shooting stars in our hearts as they streak across the dark night sky.

Favorite part of a poem:
Still feeling your purrs deep within my soul.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

5.0 out of 5 stars SEPTEMBER ENDS Is Doubly Delicious October 9, 2013


5.0 out of 5 stars
SEPTEMBER ENDS Is Doubly Delicious
October 9, 2013

By Wendell Eaton

Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase

SEPTEMBER ENDS is really two novels in one--two romances written by two authors in two different styles--but it all blends together beautifully. Hunter S. Jones wrote the prose sections, done in epistolary style through e-mails, blogs, and a diary, and her writing is seamlessly superb. Interwoven with this is the poetry of an "unnamed English poet", whose work is bawdily enchanting and deliciously readable.

Those who read romance novels for the naughty bits may be slightly disappointed that the novel isn't filled with graphic sex scenes; although there are some hot enough to scorch your eyeballs and other portions of your anatomy, SEPTEMBER ENDS is a love story, and although sex is a component, it isn't the main thrust, as it were. It's an absorbing story about a young woman saddened by the death of a beloved brother, a woman searching for a soul-mate to take the lamented brother's place. And she finds the man of her dreams, she thinks, only to have her world crash around her ears. She can think of nothing to do but run, and in running, she finds...well, let's not give it all away. Suffice to say that this is a book that engages one's interest on many different levels. Its well-crafted eroticism will make you pant, but by the end, you may also find tears in your eyes. I found SEPTEMBER ENDS a thoroughly enjoyable read from start to finish.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Hunter S. Jones Reveals All to Fran Clark

Author Interview - Hunter S. Jones
Today's guest author is the talented Hunter S. Jones who will talk about her writing and her new book, September Ends





What was the thing that influenced you to start writing?

My mother’s cancer returned earlier this year. As I had to spend a great deal of time with her on our family farm in Tennessee, a poet I met through a writer’s group decided to work with me on SEPTEMBER ENDS. It’s been my lifeboat during a stormy sea. It’s not easy watching your own mother die. This book has given me something positive and creative to work on during a very difficult episode.



Tell me your success stories in terms of publishing/self publishing?

I will when I have one! Just writing a book and completing it is a success story, isn’t it?

What are your top writing tips for any aspiring writer?

1. Write
2. Write
3. Write
4. Write
5. Don’t quit your day job

What are you working on now?

The stage is set for Book 2 of The September Story

What do you draw on for inspiration?

You never really know what will inspire your craft. The characters inspire me more than anything. That and the stars. The stars at night give me some type of feel of infinity that we all share. Something divinely immortal that we can actually see.

Thank you Hunter!

To find out more about this author visit her site at www.huntersjones.com

September Ends is available on Amazon- just click here




Thursday, October 3, 2013

HELP!! How do I review SEPTEMBER ENDS??




(It's a review disguised as an email. You can find the review on Amazon.com)




From: Natasha Johnstone

Sent: Tuesday, October 01, 2013 11:02 PM

To: Hunter S. Jones

Subject: Review of September Ends

Dear Hunter,

Having read your book, I have to ask how in the hell do you expect me to review this book without giving away any spoilers when all I want to do is gush about each and every word you wrote?

There is no way I can possibly do this book justice with meagre words. I have to compliment you on your seamless transition from diary entry and chatroom post to poetry and story telling. The flow in this book is remarkable considering the multiple genre aspects and writing techniques incorporated. This is by far one of the most intelligently written books I have ever read. Your book itself is clever! As a reader I was completely drawn in and unable to put the book down. As an Author myself, I could have kicked myself for not EVER thinking of doing what you did. Bravo!!

As for the story? WOW! I knew what was coming at every turn, but when it did happen as I predicted, the way you wrote it had me surprised regardless and it was as if I had forgotten I knew what was going to happen? I know, I sound crazy. It's Insane!!

One does not have to love poetry to understand the meanings in the poems. You portrayed your characters with an authenticity rarely found these days. This book is beautifully written and overall this story was easy to relate to and very enjoyable. I don't think there is anything that I don't love about this book!!! Honest to God, I swear, this is a masterpiece deserving of a 5 star rating.

BUT, I can not put my finger on it? It could be the story or the way it was written, I find myself unable to think of anything else but this book and it will stay with me for a very long time. I just wish I knew how to tell my readers about it?

Any advice?

Kind Regards

Natasha Johnstone
PS: Why would you sell something this good for only $2.99????