Archive | January 2015

Perilous Play: The Real Fifty Shades by Suz deMello

Perilous Play 5th draftThe cover of Perilous Play states: based on a true story. The fact is, very little in this memoir is fiction.

Places and names have been changed. The time in my life when these events occurred is altered. One scene was added, to wrap up the story and tie it in a tidy bow.

But otherwise, it’s all true.

Check it out:

One woman’s journey into the contemporary kink underworld, Perilous Play is Suz deMello’s explosive personal account of her experiences with BDSM. Engaging and honest, this groundbreaking memoir will grab you and never let you go.

Here’s an excerpt about one of my first dates with the man who would become my Dom–Trapper Hart. Trapper is a real person. That’s not his true name of course, but I gave my word that I wouldn’t reveal his secret life. I don’t owe him anything—not after the way he treated me—but I do keep my word.

Trapper and I spent the rest of the day together. We went to a vegan restaurant and two bars, including one dive so obscure that even Trapper got a little lost in the vast transit system despite his wealth of knowledge about the east bay. As we went back to school so he could pick up his bike, he started a conversation about sex.

Bondage sex.

BDSM sex.

My heart raced. I said I was interested.

He wanted to know what role I preferred.

I said I thought I tended toward submission while trying not to squirm too obviously.

I found some courage and asked him out Saturday night. He said he wanted to go to his condo at Sea Ranch, a beautiful beachside getaway on the Sonoma coast.

I tried not to be too disappointed.

Later in the week he clarified—he wanted me to go with him.

I was stunned.

I was actually considering going with a man I barely knew to his condo, alone, a hundred miles away from my home, where I would have BDSM sex with him as his submissive.

Had I lost my mind?

Yes, but not completely. I might not have known Trapper well, but I saw where he hung out. As far as I knew, few serial killers were bike-riding, Birkenstock-wearing Berkeley-based vegans. In fact, even though I had a legal background and an interest in true crime news, I had never heard of a bike-riding vegan serial killer.

So I figured I’d be okay.

If what you have read intrigues you, here are a couple of buy links: 

suz w name venice maskAbout the Author

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written nineteen books in several genres, including memoir, nonfiction, erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms as Totally Bound and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at suzdemello@gmail.com

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SuzDeMello

–She tweets @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

–Her current blog is http://www.TheVelvetLair.com

One Indie Author’s Debut Year Income

Jessi Gage...A Time to Love

The Numbers Are In!

About a year ago, I compared royalties for traditional versus indie publishing in a blog post. I had a unique perspective to offer since I did this comparison for the SAME book and close to the same month of different years, an opportunity afforded to me when the traditional small-press publisher I was with changed hands and gave authors the chance to ask for their rights back.

View the post here to see what I made in January 2013 as a traditionally published author versus what I made on the same book in February 2014 as an indie author (both were debut months). At the end of the post, I suggest I might do a similar comparison for a full year of traditional publishing versus indie publishing.

Well, here I am to do just that! Thanks for stopping by to peek! If you’re new to…

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The Real Deal by Jane Leopold Quinn

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The second Birchwood Falls book. Ellora’s Cave. http://www.ellorascave.com/the-real-deal.html

When her fiancé is busted at a gentlemen’s club, attorney Norah Ballard calls off the wedding. Shocked and humiliated, she grabs her suitcase and takes the first train out of town.

Easygoing teacher Michael Banning spots the new woman in town and recognizes her from college. She’s even more gorgeous and sophisticated now. He’s no longer the nerd he was back then, and now that she’s on his turf, he’s going to touch and taste every sleek, beautiful inch of her. Whatever her reason is for being in his town, he’ll fulfill all her desires so she never wants to leave. Norah won’t let another man—no matter how sweet, smart and sexy—get close enough to hurt her again. Mike’s passionate pursuit of her, the way he seems to know just how to arouse her, turns her into the wanton woman she hadn’t known she was.

He’s accused in a local scandal, something he wasn’t involved in. Birchwood Falls is in danger of flooding. He has a hell of a lot on his plate. When Mike’s in trouble, Norah’s going to be there to help him. And when Birchwood Falls is in trouble, she’s going to help the town she’s fallen in love with too.

The Real Deal (Ellora’s Cave)
The Second Birchwood Falls Book
by Jane Leopold Quinn

Excerpt

This was a day most girls dreamed of.

Norah Ballard gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Hair in place and makeup perfect: check. Strapless mermaid style, light taupe designer gown: check. Romantic halo of flowers circling her brow and a floor-length veil: check. Calm stomach instead of the requisite bridal butterflies: check. She was more aloof from the buzz of activity around her than she probably should be. Shouldn’t she be happily excited? Or terrified? Something other than indifferent? Something other than cold?

She, a senior associate at her firm, and her fiancé Garrett Dunleith, a partner in his family’s firm, were both aggressive, ambitious lawyers. They’d be a Chicago power couple. God, that sounded arrogant.

Control was her thing. She controlled her decision to enter law school, controlled her career. Once she’d met Garrett in college, she realized they would be a force to be reckoned with in the Chicago legal community. From practically the first moment they’d met, she’d planned their wedding and marriage. She’d planned every step of the event from the wedding date to rings to showers to their wedding clothing. After two years of marriage, they’d have children spaced two years apart. Nothing would go amiss today. The reception had been arranged at the Peninsula Hotel for exactly one hour after the ceremony at the church.

I love Garrett. I’m positive I do. Goose bumps popped up on her bare shoulders and arms. Gazing around the church’s bridal dressing room, she searched for a draft. It was early May, not quite summer yet. She took a deep breath, as deeply as she could, sewn snugly into the gown by the designer’s seamstress.

A moment of panic. She struggled for a deep enough breath. You can’t faint. You’re just fine. Get control of yourself. Horrifying thoughts suddenly plagued her. Should she really be getting married? Did she love Garrett? Even after thirty-five years, her parents were still so much in love. She was well aware of what that looked like.

It’s not like that with you, is it? Waves of cold surged over her skin to double-pebble the goose bumps. “Oh, my God,” she sighed.

More tense than she realized, her breath caught in surprise at the click of the door. Her mother slipped into the dressing room, motioning everyone else out and closing the door. “He’s not here yet. Have you talked to Garrett?”

She frowned. “No, not since last night. He was going out with his brother.” Chewing her lower lip, she smeared her lipstick. “Could they have gotten drunk?” That wasn’t something she’d considered Garrett would do. He was as controlled as she was.

“Are you sure about this, Norah? That you want to marry him?” Her mother couldn’t meet her eyes, instead gazing into the mirror and needlessly fluffing at her hair.

“Why are you asking me that now? At this late date?” The conversation served to increase her odd feelings of panic and doubt.

“Just ignore me, honey. I’m sure you know what you’re doing.”

Her heart fluttering with uncharacteristic anxiety, she dialed Garrett’s cell. No answer. Just a moment ago she’d felt remote. Suddenly reality burst in, the door to the room flying open banging against the wall. Her best friend Vicky dashed in. “Turn on the TV! Quick!” Vicky pointed the remote at a flat-screen mounted on the wall. “Channel Four.”

The three women silently watched the report in progress on the early morning news.

“Local men, one a prominent attorney, caught up in a vice raid on the infamous Happy Pappy’s Gentlemen’s Club on the near west side.”

 

The Real Deal is available here:

 

About the Author

Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, “Why don’t you write them down?” Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I’m lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!

 

Books by Jane Leopold Quinn

Ellora’s Cave

  • Lost and Found
  • The Real Deal

Indie

  • Valentine’s Day
  • His Hers & His
  • The Keeper
  • Soldier, Come Home
  • Winning Violetta
  • A Promise at Dawn
  • Jake and Ivy
  • Wooing the Librarian
  • Home to Stay
  • The Long Road to You (coming February 5, 2015)

Siren

  • Undercover Lover
  • Mercenary Desires
  • I’ll Be Your Last

 

Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality
http://janeleopoldquinn.BlogSpot.com
https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor
Amazon Author Page

Seminar: Empowering Characters’ Emotions with Margie Lawson

Yosemite Romance Writer’s
2015 Writer’s Seminar
February 21, 2015

How can writers ‘up’ the emotive power of their work?

By tuning in to the nuances of their characters’ nonverbal communication. By writing visceral emotion and body language to strengthen subconscious connections with the reader. By editing deep. By writing fresh. Writers work to capture the perfect balance of dialogue, visceral emotion, body language, action, setting, internalizations, and tension for each scene. The goal is to entrance the reader, lead them into your fictional world, and make them beg to stay. Writing . . . you’ve got to love the challenge.”

Margie Lawson

Ramada Inn
324 E. Shaw Ave
Fresno, CA

9:00am to 4:00pm

Cost:                     

Until February 20, 2015 – $79
At the Door (space permitting) – $85

CLICK HERE FOR REGISTRATION AND ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Early Bird Special Until January 31, 2015 – Entered into Raffle for 30-page critique by award-winning author, “Debra Salonen.”

Sign up today since space is limited!

Tracy Brogan, award-winning and best-selling author, says:

I’ve taken several of Margie’s classes and each one has been a gem. My first was “Defeating Self-Defeating Behaviors” and it was exactly what I needed to jumpstart my career and overcome the obstacles in my way. Now I’m a best-selling RITA finalist, but I still review my notes from Margie’s lessons whenever I’m about to edit a manuscript. Her online courses provide a way to learn while working around your schedule, but taking a course with her in person is as energizing as it is educational. A it’s just plain fun! She gets to the heart of an author’s voice and pulls out the best from each sentence. Margie is masterful at teaching writers how to fully engage the reader, elicit their emotions, and thrill them with a fabulous story.

About Margie

My day job hats have included:  college professor, clinical trainer, sex therapist, Director of an Impotence Clinic, hypnotherapist, and Director of an Employee Assistance Program.  I hold a Master of Science degree in Counseling Psychology with an additional two year post-masters specialization in psychiatric counseling and marriage and family therapy.

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Short Circuit Time by Diane Saxon

Short_Circuit_Time-Diane_Saxon-500x800In the year 2086, Zaphira is alone, the last survivor of biological warfare on Earth. Before he died, her scientist father promised other survivors would come. Nobody has. So when a horribly mangled android shows up claiming to be her father’s assistant, Aiden, who has been sent through time to rescue her, she’s both frightened and astounded.

The last time she’d seen Aiden, she’d been sixteen, head-over-heels in love with him and had literally thrown herself at him, leaving her devastated by his rejection and him running for the hills. The following day, she’d been told of his death.

Eight years later he’s miraculously back, this time asking for her help. Without it, he won’t survive. But can she really put a dead man back together with tweezers?

For Aiden, everything has changed. There are no other humans, no government, and time travel has left his new android body unexpectedly weak and suffering from inexplicable genetic changes in eye and hair color, brought about by his molecular shake-up. Unbelievably, the scientist who sent him is dead, and he must rely on the scientist’s daughter to help him. A woman who he’s not so sure has his best interests at heart.

The last time he’d seen her, Zaphira had been a sixteen year old with a dangerous crush on him and he’d been rocked by the turmoil of his own feelings. Now she’s twenty four and literally holds his survival in her hands. Too bad everything he does and says seems to annoy her.

Trusting her might be his undoing. But he is left with no choice.

For Zaphira, getting used to the transformation of old Aiden to android Aiden requires a large mental leap. But when android Aiden starts to rebuild his human form to a new and improved standard, things start to get tricky.

The Aiden she loved as a little girl was her father’s nerdy assistant. The new Aiden is hot. But are her feelings as strong eight years later or are they simply a cherished memory?

Excerpt

Prologue

She narrowed her eyes and squinted at the skinny geek stumbling backward out of the passenger seat of her father’s car. She’d waited all day for the rumble of the engine of her daddy’s convertible. The old car had a distinct stutter and a sly rev she fantasized was because it had a mind of its own.

She smiled awkwardly, her mouth pulled tight across her braces and she pressed her fingers over her top lip to stop it from catching on the edge, rolling and making her look like a feral cat. Her face ached. They’d tightened the braces again and it hurt so much more this time. The smile dropped from her lips only to ping back up again as the geek caught his shoe on some piece of equipment in the foot well of her daddy’s car. He flipped backward, his gangly arms pin wheeling until he landed on his ass on the floor, minus his shoe.

He whipped his head up and she stepped back from the window hoping he hadn’t heard her girlish giggles. He wouldn’t be impressed. He was so much older and more mature.

Not many would believe he was twelve years her senior. Not with his thick russet hair falling in a boyish flop over his forehead, his fine gold-rimmed glasses perched right on the end of his nose.

Her heart fluttered in her chest as she chanced another peek.

His arms full of equipment, flushed to his hairline, he staggered toward the front door of her home. Adrenaline pumped hot through her veins. She took a few skips toward the hallway, ran back to the window to see her father’s car pulling away from the curbside. Her mother was out. She was the only one there to open the door. She darted back, hesitated, her pulse thrumming in the base of her throat.

A dull thud shuddered the door in its frame and she shot forward, wrenched it open before he did any further damage. His shoulder slid across the oak panel and he shot sideways through the entrance, his skinny limbs racing to keep up with the speed of his body, but to no avail. His foot skidded and down he went. The clatter of laboratory equipment skidding across the wooden floor filled her ears as did his quiet Irish curse.

“Bollocks.”

Stifling another snigger, she crouched to help, casting furtive little glances at him as he came to his knees, straightened his waistcoat and touched his fingers to his bow tie, ensuring it was still there.

“Hi Aiden.”

His deep frown almost made her stutter, but she knew he couldn’t sustain his annoyance. His small nervous cough made her smile.

“Hey.” The sound of his soft, smooth voice made her light-headed and she stopped what she was doing to gaze deep into his eyes.

He pushed his glasses further up his nose and glared at her. Unperturbed, she met his beautiful gaze with a lovesick one of her own.

“Do you need a hand down to the lab?” He dropped his gaze to her mouth. Her speech lisped embarrassingly through her clenched together teeth. She hated her braces, couldn’t wait to have them removed.

“No.”

Not wanting him to go yet, she piled another few items on top of the ones already in his arms and resisted the urge to stroke her fingers along the sleeve of his tweed jacket.

“Can I get you a coffee?”

“Zaphira…” he sighed, “Thank you, but no. I have work your father wants me to complete. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

Her chest ached. Just a little. The same as it always ached when he rejected her offers.

She bent to pick up Paco, her new puppy, snuggled her face into his thick fur and took comfort from his squirming, plump body as she hugged him close and let him lick sweet kisses across her chin.

Aiden paused at the lab door then glanced at her over his shoulder and her heart hitched again. There. It was there, the glint in his eye. The one that told her every time she was about to give up that there was a spark of interest. There was hope.

Buy Links for Short Circuit Time

Amazon UK   Amazon.com

DSC_0066About the Author

Diane Saxon lives in the Shropshire countryside with her tall, dark, handsome husband, two gorgeous daughters, a Dalmatian, one-eyed kitten, ginger cat, four chickens and a new black Labrador puppy called Beau, whose name has been borrowed for her hero in For Heaven’s Cakes.

After working for years in a demanding job, on-call and travelling great distances, Diane gave it all up when her husband said “follow that dream”.

Having been hidden all too long, her characters have burst forth demanding plot lines of their own and she’s found the more she lets them, the more they’re inclined to run wild.

Previous Books:

  • Loving Lydia -Atlantic Divide Book 1
  • Bad Girl Bill – Atlantic Divide Book 2
  • Finding Zoe – Atlantic Divide Book 3
  • Flight of Her Life
  • Flynn’s Kiss – Disarmed & Dangerous Book 1
  • For Heaven’s Cakes – Paranormally Yours Anthology

Poem: Can I Touch You?

What Is Love and Life?

Love poem

By Tessa Saks

You move through me
as no one has before.
Igniting the hidden reaches
of my desire.
Burning away all logic and reason.
To still the torment
of
lost love.
Can I touch you?
If only once more.
To rekindle the flame
that erodes
the very heart of me–
And challenges all that I know
and love.
Incongruent
to all my better judgements
I brace myself
to feel
yet again
the quiver of desire.
And you.
Near me.
Once again.

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