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Monday, August 30, 2010


Quirky People

Hi everyone – thanks so much for having me on the blog. Today I thought I would talk a little about quirks. We all have them. The author who must clear out their email inbox before they start writing. Or the friend who has to eat all of their vegetables on their plate before they touch anything else in a meal. Some of these quirks may be charming or sweet, but others can be down right annoying. These quirks help to define who we are, and set us apart from everyone else in the world.

I have many quirks. Forget about talking to me in the morning until I've had that first cup of coffee. (Sound familiar to anyone?) When in a public restroom, I never touch the door handle directly. Instead I pull a paper towel and use that as a barrier between my hand and the door knob (you never know what germs may be on the door handle). I like to stay up late, and love to snack in the wee hours of the night. (Anyone like to do that, too?) I'm also always looking out my window to see what the neighbors are doing (yes, I'm that neighbor, lol).

Characters in movies and novels are no different. Think of Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean. Now there is a character with quirks. He is so much more than a pirate who lost his ship. His mannerisms, the way he talks and acts, all of it goes into defining who he is.

Or think of Anita Blake in Laurell K Hamilton's Anita Blake series. The tough-as-nails character who sleeps in her penguin pajamas. Says a lot about her character, doesn't it? It gives her an added dimension we can all identify with.

Everyone needs something special about them that people can relate to. In Dark Deception, the heroine, Maria, has a fondness for cherries. Enrique is very generous. These are qualities that help to define them (just like they define us) and set them apart from everyone else in the story. Many times, its these character quirks that pull a reader into a story and keeps them reading at two o'clock in the morning.

So I'm asking all of you – what are some of your favorite characters from movies and novels? Did these characters have any lovable quirks? Tel me about it!
While you are thinking about your answer, check out my newest release from Loose Id below. Thanks again for having me!

Down on the Boardwalk – Suzanne Rock

Gwen's psychic abilities first make her an outsider among the werewolves. Then they make her a slave. Forced to use her power to help a deranged werewolf seek vengeance, she gives up on her dream of ever being accepted and loved. That is, until Nico and Tony are thrown into her cell. Her attraction to the Kyron Pack brothers is immediate and overwhelming. As she submits to the physical attraction, old wounds heal and her powers strengthen. The brothers think she can save them, but to do so would require more than just physical intimacy, and reveal a secret too dark and horrifying to share.

When Nico and Tony use their lust to help their battered mate, buried memories rise to the surface, and jealousy threatens to destroy the fragile wolf in their care. As each of them bonds to Gwen, they begin to withdraw from each other. Now they must heal their inner scars and forgive the past if they ever hope save Gwen and escape the Boardwalk alive.

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief and leaned her head against his shoulder. She didn't realize how much she needed to feel his close presence, or hear his voice. For months the only conversation she had was with Amos or Eric, neither of which were ideal. Tony's words made her feel safe, alive...


“Talk to me.” God, she was begging him now. Is this what Eric had reduced her to? It was undignified. Then again, dignity had left the room a long time ago.

He wrapped his arms around her again and held her close. “Talk to you,” he repeated. “What about?”

She shook her head against his chest. “I don't care. Anything.”

“Like why you are chained up like an animal?” There was no mistaking the undercurrent of anger in his voice.

She blinked back her tears. “Something else.”

“We should really find a way out of here before they get back.”

“Please. Just talk to me for a little while. I get so little conversation down here…”

He hesitated, then pulled her into his lap. “You're shaking.”

Was she? She hadn't noticed. “Please,” she whispered.

He pressed her lips against the crown of her head. “Talk to you. Okay.” He rocked her back and forth like a baby as he thought of something to say. She pressed into his chest and listened to his heartbeat. The thump sounded low, steady, and confident. Things she hadn't felt since…

“I can't do this.” He grasped her upper arms and pushed her far enough away to look into her eyes.

Gwen held her breath as their gazes locked. He was searching for something, but what? She tried not to move, not to think. Everyone has either used or abandoned me. Don't be like them, please.

“I can't think with you so close to me.” He shook his head as his finger traced down the side of her face. “But even going across the room seems too far away.”


He ran his fingers through her chestnut locks. “I can't imagine how it must have been for you down here all alone.” He let his hand fall and traced the rips in her shirt. “What did they do to you? It almost looks like they treat you like an animal.”

I am an animal.

He slipped his finger through one of the larger tears and traced the upper swell of her breast. Gwen held her breath as heat trickled over her skin. He shifted his legs, and she felt his hard cock press up against her hip.

“Never had I felt desire so strong. I just want to…” His voice trailed away as he lowered his hand.

“Want to what?”

He dragged his gaze up to meet hers. “I don't want to scare you. You're hurt and tired. Why don't we rest for a while and then we'll find a way out of here.”

“No.” If he felt even half of her longing, it would be painful for him. Would he let her ease his ache? Or would he want to ease hers? Lust flowed freely through her as she pictured him between her thighs, her body stretching to receive him. Pressure mounted in her lower abdomen and her muscles tightened in response. She inched closer and rested her hand on his thigh. “Tell me, what do you want to do?” Do you want to taste me? Touch me? Or just throw me down and fuck me? She eased her fingers closer to his cock. His muscles tightened, and he leaned back, offering her more room. Excitement tingled over her skin. Gwen slid her hand up and over the bulge in his pants. He hissed out a breath as she curled her fingers and gave a gentle but firm squeeze.

“I’ve never craved anyone so much in my life.” He brushed his thumb over her lips. “If we had met under different circumstances, I probably would have already claimed you for my own.”

“Different circumstances?”

“You’re hurt.”

“I'm lonely.”

“You need rest.”

“I need this.” She squeezed her hand for emphasis. His cock jerked against her palm in response.

Lust flashed over his features, before it was quickly contained. He closed his eyes briefly before speaking. “No, this is the heat talking. You're my mate and deserve more than this. I refuse to take advantage of your situation. After we get out of here --”

An image of his broken body surfaced in Gwen's mind. She pushed it back and drew down his zipper. “One thing I have learned while staying here is that the future is uncertain. All we have is here and now.” She slipped her fingers through the hole and ran them over the head of his cock. He felt warm, wet, and inviting. She gathered some moisture on her finger and then drew her hand back. “We need to live in the moment, for tomorrow we may die.”

“We won't die.”

He seemed so sure of himself. She slid her moistened finger between her lips. He tasted salty and male. She craved more, much more. Heat and need rose through her body, making her mouth dry and her heart thud inside her chest.

Tony curled his thumb around to the side of her face and slid it over her cheek.

He flicked his gaze to her mouth. “I would have stripped you down and savored every inch of your skin.” He framed her face with his hands. “I would have started at your temple.” He brushed his finger along her hairline. “And then worked my way down…” He blazed a trail of fire down to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Everywhere he touched, her skin burned with longing. She reached up and covered his hands with hers, then closed her eyes. Passion soared through her body as she felt them outline each dip and rise of her shoulders, her chest. Together they inched lower.

“Yes.” The word was barely a whisper from her lips, but it had the desired effect. His amber eyes darkened as he inched his finger through a tear in her shirt. With skin finally touching skin, he traced the swell of her breast. “I would linger here.”

She opened her eyes. “Would you?”

He tore his gaze away from her hands and met her eyes. “Do you want me to?”


“Good.” Tony slipped his fingers from her shirt and continued down the length of her breast. “And here.” He circled her nipple, teasing it into a sharp peak through her shirt.

“Anywhere else?”


“Show me.” Please. As much as Gwen wanted to touch him, to move, she didn't dare. Movement would break the beautiful spell he wove around them, and she wasn't quite ready to do that.

“And here.” He moved over to the other nipple, his intense gaze following his movements. Gwen held still as desire crashed through her body. He was going much too slow. At this rate she'd self-combust before he got his cock out of his pants. She arched her back, pressing her breast into his waiting palm. He focused on his hands as he cupped her, then rubbed his palm over her tip.

“And then I would kiss you here.” He pressed his fingers underneath her breast. “And here.” He slid his hand down to the center of her abdomen, just above her belly button.

He raised his head, and she saw her own passion mirrored in his eyes. Urgency tightened her muscles. She wanted him inside her. Now.

“Do it.”

He ignored her command. “And then here.” He slid his fingers lower, slipping between her thighs.

Her pussy clenched and tried to pull his fingers through the thin fabric separating them. This man was infuriating. She should just push him to the ground and take what she wanted, yet she couldn't. His gaze held her captive. He watched her every movement, saw every emotion that slipped across her features. She felt like he was a scientist and she was an interesting specimen. Did she give him the result he had hoped for?

“Yes.” His expression softened. “I would definitely kiss you here.”

Gwen closed her eyes. Those words… There was such need, such longing in them. Images flashed through her mind of him between her legs, brushing his tongue over her opening, flicking it over her clit. No one had ever talked to her like this before. His voice was laced with desire, of course, but there was something more. There was reservation. Despite the deep craving burning through both of them, Tony was holding back. For her.

The thought of him reigning in his libido because he didn't want to take advantage of the situation brought tears to her eyes. He barely knew her, yet he was showing her more care and consideration than anyone else ever had during her cursed existence. It was so sweet, so thoughtful.

So unnecessary.

He pressed his fingers against her slit, pushing her clothing over her damp skin. Passion climbed, the vines dividing, spreading, and curling up through her body. She opened her thighs to give him better access. A growl of hunger vibrated in the back of his throat as he ran his finger over her pants, tracing the outer rim of her opening. Clothes, too many clothes…

She leaned toward him like a flower eager for sunlight. Her vision had clearly showed how their connection would lead to his death -- but the future could change, right? For now, she would take what he offered: warmth, excitement, and a chance to belong to someone, to be with someone. She'd worry about the consequences tomorrow.

“I can smell your desire, Gwen.” He leaned closer. “All I can think about is tearing off these clothes and driving myself deep inside you.”


Gwen's whole body shook, and her pussy clenched with need. She slid her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his. “What's stopping you then?”

After over a decade in the scientific world, Suzanne needed a creative outlet. She tried scrap booking, cooking, crocheting, painting, and piano, none of which held her interest for very long. Then one of her friends suggested writing. Thrilled with the idea of creating her own worlds, she opened up her lap top and never looked back.

When Suzanne’s not writing, she can be found playing with her two daughters, testing her husband’s latest kitchen creations, or curled up with her favorite romance novel in her central Massachusetts home.

Spyder's Web, Loose Id

Up on the Housetop (Book 1 of the Kyron Pack), Loose Id

Cria, Loose Id

Down on the Boardwalk (Book 2 of the Kyron Pack), Loose Id

Coming soon:

Dark Deception (Book 1 of the Immortal Realm), Red Sage

Embrace the Shadows Blog:

Youtube Channel (so you can see my other book trailers):

Wednesday, August 25, 2010


Over the past few months, I’ve had to step back and take a look at my writing career. I also thought about how I juggle all the jobs and projects that I do. I’m a writing instructor, a freelance writer and an author, an editor, and I’m nicknamed “The Matriarch” of a very large family and a five-bedroom home.

I came to a realization. I had more obligations than I had time or sanity. Moreover, I have looming deadlines and my time to work on them was nil.

My hubby discussed all of this with me and he said more or less what I had been thinking all along. I needed to trim some things from my life which caused my overloaded schedule to explode on occasion. It really bothered me to close down my editing services, but I’ve been happier and have had more time and less stress. I have a handful of regular clients who I agreed to continue to mentor and edit for, but the huge backup of manuscripts is now gone.

At the end of June, I shut down my workshop group and moved all the lessons, articles and publishing info I supply over to the AWH blog while keeping the AWH Chatters group open so writers can commune with others, chitchat and ask the occasional writing/publishing question.

I also pulled back from being on the Internet, especially the loops. I concentrate mostly on three groups, Facebook and Twitter. By doing so, this has freed up a lot of my time too.

It’s like my hubby said, there comes a time when a person must start saying ‘no’ and start thinking about what she needs or wants instead. The first few weeks of this policy was exceedingly difficult for me. I felt lost, felt as if I had let people down, and it took me a while to realize that I actually had free time I could put to good use. However, as time went on and as I was able to concentrate on my writing more and more, it all became easier, I began to relax and I realized that I was happier.

Since June, I’ve been offered several publishing contracts, I will see two to four books in print by this time next year, and will have books two and three in progress for a couple of series. My scrapbook is filling up again with reviews, covers, etc., my office wall has some newly framed cover art hanging on it, and I have ideas for establishing a line of books with a colleague. In the next year or two I will either have my teaching degree or I’ll bite the bullet and open my own e-publishing company, but both of those depend on what happens with my published work outside of e-books. For now, I play it by ear and mark one project at a time off my list.

If you’re a writer, it’s nice to go online and hang out at the loops and forums, but there comes a time where you have to step back and realize that you don’t need all that headache and drama. What matters is your work, what makes you happy. From time to time you must feed your soul because that’s where a writer’s energy stems from.

Good energy produces good work. Feed the muse and revel in the freedom!

The Darkness of Sable, coming August 2010 from Available in print and ebook!

Erotic, paranormal/fantasy romance/Interracial

F.L. Bicknell's work has appeared in a wide range of genres such as Would That It Were, Touch Magazine, GC Magazine, Ohio Writer Magazine, Waxing and Waning (Canada), and The Istanbul Literature Review (Turkey) just to name a few. Faith was a regular contributor to Gent under her pseudonym, Molly Diamond. She has also had fiction published in Hustler’s Busty Beauties, Penthouse Variations, Twenty 1 Lashes, and was a regular contributor to Ruthie’s Club for three years. In addition, Faith has many e-books and some print titles published under various pen names.

For two years, Faith served as the co-editor of The Tenacity Times and she served as the managing edtior for two e-book publishers for thirteen years until she resigned in 2009 to focus on her writing career. She is represented by TriadaUS Literary Agency (

Monday, August 23, 2010


How and why I chose a pen name

Becca Simone

My name is Becca Simone and I am an erotic romance author. Okay. That’s not really true. My name isn’t really Becca Simone, but I – or she – really does write erotica.

Authors choose to go with pen names for a variety of reasons. I’ll tell you why I decided to go with a fake name and tell you why I chose this particular name.

First and foremost, I didn’t/don’t want my mom to know I write erotica. It’s not that she’ll disapprove—although she probably wouldn’t be thrilled. But she’d want to read it, even if I asked her not to. Then while I’m writing my next hot scene, I’ll be thinking, “Mom’s going to read this,” and I wouldn’t be able to let loose with the kink. Then she’d tell my conservative and uptight relatives who would feel the need to email/call me and let me know they don’t approve, but that I’m a grown woman and they can’t tell me what to do. Yeah. Don’t want to deal with that.

I also don’t want my boss and co-workers to know I write erotica. I work for a conservative Christian company. I don’t know that my secret career would jeopardize my job, but I don’t want to find out. I’d rather my boss remain blissfully ignorant.

Now, I realize if Becca Simone ever hits it big and starts raking in the money (hey, a girl can dream), I might need to come clean. But until that time, I’ll stay incognito for as long as possible.

Why this particular pen name? Well, the first name is similar enough to my real name that if someone were to address me as “Becca,” I might actually respond. Again, I’m thinking big here and am assuming that someday people will be calling me by that name quite frequently. As for the last name, I love the music of Nina Simone—it’s passionate, emotional and sensual. And I always thought her name sounded like a romance author. Thus, Becca Simone was born.

Long may she live.

Becca’s story, Midnight Treat, is available now at The Wild Rose Press. Here’s a blurb:

It's mistaken identity gone erotically awry during a costume party.

Josh Panetti breaks into an apartment one night, thinking he’s fulfilling the sexual fantasy of a woman he just met at a costume party. Instead, he’s broken into Cassie Snow’s place. Cassie immediately realizes his mistake—she’d seen him at the party with her sexy upstairs neighbor. She should tell him he has the wrong apartment and the wrong girl. But she’s always the wrong girl. Would it be so terrible to be the right girl for just one night?

Becca’s bio: As much as she’d like you to believe that erotic romance authors lead exciting, passionate lives full of hot men and hotter sex, Becca actually lives a quiet, nonfictional life in the Pacific Northwest. She's been married for many years to a great guy and has two usually great teenagers. You can learn more about Becca at her website,

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Kindle, Kindle, Kindle. Wherever I turned in the online world I inhabit, information about Apple's ebook enterprise kept cropping up.

Instead of concentrating on my Kensington deadlines as I should, I entertained myself with Internet research about the brave new world of writer/publisher Kindle and other epublishing ventures is making possible.

Julie Ortolon's advice at Julie's Journal Online
provided a lot of the details while A Newbie's Guide to Publishing lit the emotional fire.

I've been in the writing business many years and have seen and weathered countless changes. For the majority of that time, standard operating procedure meant writers had to contract with publishers. We provided the content. The publishers turned those typed and later word-processed pages into books that were deposited in the country's many, many bookstores. A writer's involvement in promotion was limited, individual, and unpredictable.

But as they say, the times are a-changing. I credit Ellora's Cave with being a core part of publishing's early venture into the virtual world. I was fortunate to come onboard with EC early and watch their evolution, expansion, and stunning success. I've also written for Samhain and Loose-Id. A lot.

One thing about having been part of the erotica bandwagon for years is I have a number of older stories with expired contracts. Hmm. What to do? Agree to extend those contracts even though those stories are buried deep in publishers' catalogues or try to run with them myself. Become my own publisher.

What's that? Jump flat footed without a life preserver into the world of virtual publishing? Scary. Exciting. Filled with missteps such as using the same title for two different stories and having to grovel to the woman who created one of those covers. I started with Smashwords because they make conversion from print to virtual pig simple and I need simple.

What about Kindle, I kept asking myself. Don't forget their new and improved and financially intriguing royalty rates. So I did it. A little over a week ago (don't ask about why things stalled for a couple of weeks) Wilderness Night appeared. Hot damn. This is MY baby! A novella priced at an appealing $2.99. A hunky torso on the maybe too dark cover. Excitement. Doubts.

Okay, so my mother doesn't have a clue what I'm talking about. My sister recently bought a Kindle and she does. Besides, we protect Mother from the racy stuff her eldest daughter now writes.

Sorry, Mother, you aren't going to be allowed to read Wilderness Night about a stressed business woman, a professional football player who has just been traded to a new team, and a hot, hot Florida night. I want your almost 92 year old heart to continue to beat.

As for those of you reading this, I'd love it if you'd check your blood pressure and then give Wilderness Night a chance. And please let me know
what you think. Don't have a Kindle? No problem. You can download the reading device for free onto your hard drive. I know 'cause I did.

Vonna Harper

Under her "real" name, Vonna Harper has published more fiction than she can keep track of . These include category romances as well as the 'juicy' stuff. She also penned a series of well-received Native American historicals. One earned her finalist status in both the Women Writing the West Willa award and Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association. Before tackling book length, Vonna 'confessed' all kinds of nonsense for the confession magazines.

When asked about erotica research, she insists, "Of course I've time-traveled to the ancient Everglades, infiltrated bondage strongholds, done wilderness search and rescue, and spent a night trapped in a workout gym with Mr. Universe. How can I possibly write about something I haven't experienced?"

As for day jobs, "I've been a commercial pilot, brain surgeon, worked as a white-water river guide, bee keeper, snake charmer, and garbage collector."

And if you buy all that, she'd like you to check out the bridge she has listed on eBay.

Monday, August 16, 2010


I’m happy to be back at Whipped Cream Reviews for another blog! We’re halfway through August. Where did the summer go?

As my blog date approached, I thought a lot about what to write about. Then, while revising a manuscript this week, I tweaked the dedication in it and the topic of my blog suddenly came to me. What does a book dedication mean to the author and to the person or persons it is dedicated to?

I’ve seen authors dedicate books to their spouses, mothers, fathers, children, grandparents, siblings and even their best friends. There are even book devotions to people who are resting in peace. There are others that are short and sweet with just a name, followed by something like ‘thank you for the laughter’ or something like that. There are even dedications to helpers, those people who aided the author in researching their book.

Have you ever really taken the time to read the dedications in the books you buy or borrow? Ever ponder the love, sentiment, or emotion behind those dedications? To devote a book to another person is the same as blessing them. It’s special. It means something beautiful.

Writers are a rare breed of people. We pour our entire souls into our work, and then when we dedicate a book to another, it’s similar to asking someone to be a godparent or guardian of a child. What goes on behind the scenes of a manuscript is full of blood, sweat, tears and a mindboggling desire to have that work, that “child”, enjoy success once it’s turned out into the world.

So, next time you open a book and find a dedication, take a minute to ponder it and the people behind the kind words printed there.

Kiyara Benoiti is a professional freelance writer who also writes m/m romances as Amber Redd. She resides in the mountains with her family, two dogs, and several cats that she saved from an animal shelter. Kiyara loves to write erotic romance so hot it melts the hinges off the bedroom door.

When you pick up one of her books you'll find vampires to demons to lonely schoolteachers and dark, brooding men. Just be prepared for surprises and scorching love scenes. For more about Kiyara and her fiction or to pick up one of her free e-books, visit or sign up for her newsletter at

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


I’m having a love affair with the wolf. He is such a legendary, mysterious animal that it’s hard not to be fascinated by him.

Historically, wolves roamed throughout the lower 48 states, but centuries of misconceptions and hostility toward the species led to intense human persecution. These factors coupled with habitat loss effectively wiped out the species throughout most of the country during the twentieth century.

The grey wolf (Canis lupus), also known as the timber wolf or simply wolf, is the largest wild member of the family. It is an ice age survivor originating around 300,000 years ago. He shares a common ancestry with the domestic dog. Although certain aspects of this conclusion have been questioned, including recently the main body of evidence confirms it.

Though once abundant over much of Eurasia and North America, the gray wolf inhabits a very small portion of its former range because of widespread destruction of its territory, human encroachment of its habitat, and the resulting human-wolf encounters. Today, wolves are protected in some areas, hunted for sport in others, or may be subject to extermination as perceived threats to livestock and pets.

In many areas wolves frequently feature in the folklore and mythology of those cultures, both positively and negatively. Stories of werewolves passed down from generation to generation. In more modern times often people afflicted with lycanthropy, a disease where a fine pelt of hair covers the body, made it easy to believe even the most outrageous of these stories.

Shapeshifting has become a popular subject for fiction of all kinds. The use of it in romance fiction has increased exponentially in the past few years. Authors have written about packs who inhabit entire towns, shifting at will but keeping to their human shape in the presence of strangers. The mating of humans and shifters has again become a subject of romantic fiction, and has given rise to many successful books.

For me it’s the excitement of knowing alpha males can change in a shimmer of stars to an animal whose primary drive is to protect its own. To know that strong women can become strong mates in both wolf and human form. And to realize, through my research, how underappreciated the wolf is, how little people know about this proud animal, and how much he should be appreciated.

The wolf is my hero. I hope he will be yours. Come peek into his wolf on August 11 when Lust Unleashed, Book One: Night Seekers hits the virtual bookshelves.

Desiree Holt has lived a life of excitement that brings the color to her writing. She was a summer fishing guide, a summer field hand where she was one of only three women working, a member of a beginning ski team that skied in competition (and no, no broken bones!). She spent several years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as a CAPA Award, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, and is published by four different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”

You can find her at and

Jonah Grey is driven by a lust for the blood of the legendary Chupacabra who murdered the woman he was to mate with in a horrendous manner. He jumps at the offer to leave the FBI and join Night Seekers, a group of people dedicated to hunting and killing the devil beast. When a new killing is reported, Jonah is assigned to investigate. Following a track late one night, Jonah encounters comes upon a cabin where a woman lives alone. Through the window he sees her pleasuring herself and both his wolf and human senses are fully aroused. When he goes to question her there is such explosive chemistry between them that neither can turn away from it, and the sex that follows brings them to a level of pleasure neither has ever known before. He moves into her cabin dividing his time between tracking the Chupacabra and erotic bouts of orgasmic sex with Dakota. They form a bond that goes beyond the hot tumble in the sheets. She is even accepting of him when she sees him in his wolf form. But will she agree to mate with him and accept him full into her life? Is the beast they track and kill the real Chupacabra…or a fake, leaving the real beast to search for yet another prey?

Monday, August 9, 2010


One of the reasons I took so long to start writing erotic romance was the concern that I wouldn’t be able to keep my stories and love scenes fresh. I mean, you’ve read them, right, the stories by the same author with the same love scenes, only the names changed?

So I try to focus each story around a different fantasy. Show Off is about having sex in public, with the fear of getting caught. In Lessons for Teacher, my skittish heroine revealed her true trust in the hero by exploring anal sex with him. I added toys to a current work, a ménage to another and a sex club to my latest.

The trick was making all of these fantasies fit with my characters. The by-far hardest was the ménage, making the motivation believable, especially for the hero.
Aside from the sexual fantasies, I like to play with the romantic fantasies. Show Off is about having an affair with the boss, Lessons for Teacher, to quote Ross Gellar from FRIENDS, is about the “frowned upon” relationship between a teacher and student. (In my book, they’re close in age—he’s an Iraqi war vet.) In Two Step Temptation, coming in February from Samhain, I have the man-who-got-away reunion story. In another story, I have a deserted island, and in another, the heroine pursues her brother’s best friend, who she’s crushed on forever.

What are some fantasies you like to read in erotic romances? What are some you’d like to read?

Emma Jay has been writing longer than she'd care to admit, using her endless string of celebrity crushes as inspiration for her heroes. She discovered her husband has way more tolerance for screensavers and hunk-decorated blog posts when she calls them her "heroes." Emma, married 23 years (wed at the age of 8, of course) believes writing romance is like falling in love, over and over again. Creating characters and love stories is an addiction she has no intention of breaking.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010



Just the mention of honeymoon immediately brings to mind an exotic location, a picture perfect setting for a blissful idyll. Unfortunately, your romantic interlude can produce a rude awakening if you choose the wrong place…a spot that in the past has conjured up that image but is now on the State Department warning list for travelers. I recently read an article outlining this unfortunate situation.

1) Mexico: Drug Wars

For Better: Very affordable location with popular and beautiful resorts and beaches.

For Worse: Even though the most dangerous locations are the towns on the U.S. border, in May 2010 the State Department put out a travel warning for the popular tourist destinations of Acapulco and Mazatlan.

2) Jamaica: Gun Battles

For Better: Jamaica is the most popular Caribbean destination for honeymoons with more than 100,000 Americans choosing that destination.

For Worse: In May 2010, the State Department issued a travel alert warning against traveling to Kingston and surrounding areas as a result of escalating violence and unrest.

3) Australia: Poisonous Spiders

For Better: Sydney and the nearby Blue Mountains are popular with honeymooners who want it all: beaches, hotels, restaurants, and nearby wine country.

For Worse: In 2010, there has been an invasion of deadly funnel web spiders. They can leap 18 inches, bite through soft shoes as well as fingernails and toenails. Their bite can be fatal. Hopefully this spider invasion will soon be under control.

4) Indonesia: Kidnappings and Bombings

For Better: Bali's exotic settings, 5-Star retreats, and couples-only resorts make for a very romantic destination.

For Worse: Terrorist activities have marred the expectations of travelers. Kidnap zones such as Papua should be avoided. Another risk is the bombings that have rocked Indonesia, as recently as 2009 in Jakarta.

5) Thailand: Riots and Terrorist Attacks

For Better: One of the most popular honeymoon destinations in the world.

For Worse: Bloody political riots gripped Bangkok in the spring of 2010. The State Department warned of separatist group attacks and urged U.S. citizens not to travel to the far south of the country. The Thai government also declared a state of emergency in 24 provinces.


There is, however, one exotic location totally free of stress and danger. One location with vivid sunsets, balmy breezes, beautiful beaches, and lush tropical surroundings. And just where is this idyllic destination?

FORBIDDEN ISLAND by Samantha Gentry, one of the Destination Pleasure series of short stories from The Wilder Roses (, the Scarlet Rose line of erotic romances at The Wild Rose Press.

Where Murphy Abbott was concerned, Chantal Stevens couldn't stop asking herself what if...?

Chantal met the very desirable industrialist ten years ago when he gave the commencement speech at her college graduation. The moment he shook her hand, she knew she wanted to know him in every way possible. He was polite and charming. She was mesmerized. And for ten years one recurring thought continued to assault her senses—what if?

Using a deceptive ploy, Chantal managed to procure an invitation to his private Caribbean island with the goal of seducing him to answer that question once and for all. But she failed to consider Murphy might have a goal of his own.

Whipped Cream gave FORBIDDEN ISLAND 4.5 Cherries and had this to say:

Sometimes a chance encounter is all it takes to leave a lasting impression. Want to know more? Visit Forbidden Island and learn more.

Ms. Gentry writes an interesting short story, sizzling with steamy sex scenes and a budding passion Chantal and Murphy can’t deny. I loved the descriptions of the island; you felt like you were really there with them.

I liked that Chantal and Murphy can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. The adoration bubbled from each page. Chantal, though not totally honest, is devoted to finding out whether a relationship with Murphy will be as smoldering as she suspects. I liked that she was so blunt and that he wasn’t afraid to go exploring with her.

The reader can identify with her need to find out whether the attraction is fleeting or something that could last a lifetime. The reader can also feel for Chantal. She wants to know what could’ve been and does her best to set that into motion.

Although I felt the physical relationship started a bit fast, once Chantal and Murphy got together, they really did burn up the sheets, the pages, and the story! You could feel the trust between these two people, even so early in the tryst.

If you want a sexy read for a cool summer night, then I’d suggest Forbidden Island. I give this steamy short story 4 ½ cherries.

Samantha Gentry currently lives in Kansas, but has lived most of her life in the Los Angeles area.

For twenty years she worked in television production before becoming a full time writer. For many years photography was her avocation and that's what started her writing—non-fiction magazine articles to accompany her photographs. The writing eventually segued into fiction and novels.

Writing as Shawna Delacorte, she has twenty-one novels published with Harlequin. Her first Samantha Gentry ebook was published in January 2006. In addition to writing, she also teaches an eight week fiction writing class at the state university twice a year.

To learn more about Samantha Gentry and her books, take a look at her website and check out her blog.

Monday, August 2, 2010


I’ve never been on a blind date. There I said it and I feel better. Sort of. The idea for my new erotic paranormal series, Darklander Lovers, actually came about because I got to wondering what it would feel like to go on a blind date. I’d love to hear from you how your blind date went. I need to live through other people (lol). I can just imagine the sexual tension, thinking about all the what ifs, especially if there is chemistry so that’s why I decided to write three erotic stories with a linked theme. The theme is that all my men are extra special and the three women in the series have to let their hair down to discover just how special the men and they are.


Tell me the most outrageous thing you’ve done on a blind date? Twitter me at @pararomance or email Three lucky winners, randomly chosen, will win a copy of the first novella in my new erotic paranormal Darklander Lovers series called Be My Vampire Tonight.

Here is a brief blurb featuring Tina, my head strong lawyer in Be My Vampire Tonight getting ready for her date of the night – lol.


Tina eyed the robe she planned to drape around her body. Thoughts of what she hoped to come to fruition tingled her skin. Her hands slid down her body, curving over her breasts to pause at her already pebbled nipples. She tweaked them, easing herself down onto the bed. The need to release some sexual tension dictated to her she had time for a little pleasurable indulgence. Naked, she spread her legs like a wanton woman, thinking she would love to do this with a man watching her. Her fingers slowly slid down the contours of her body, skimming past her belly to delve into her slick pussy. She plunged a finger into her cunt, withdrew it, reveling in the fact she was already very wet. Using her wet finger, she found her clit and started playing with it, envisioning her mystery date’s fingers doing just this to her. Tapping her achy nub, she arched off the bed, trying to drag out the pleasure, knowing she was within seconds of climaxing. Moving a hand back up to her breast, she twisted a nipple hard, enjoying the shudders of pain stealing through her body. Her body tuned in to the blend of pain and pleasure. Her other hand tweaked her clit, sending her spiraling over that cliff of ecstasy. Content. Tina sighed in pleasure, amazed at how quickly she had succeeded. The doorbell chimed. With goose bumps of pleasure still evident on her skin she grasped the robe. Taking one last glance at the large hanging mirror at the end of her bed, she eyed her rosy cheeks and then tied the sash to her robe tighter.

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Vivacious by nature, I'm either baking or thinking up my next love scenes—talk about mixing ingredients. Trust me, the recipes are always delicious, especially if chocolate's involved. I juggle writing in between my demanding four children and have discovered some of my best plot themes while driving the mini-van to and from places. I love a good night out on the town where I can discard the mom profile and dance to my heart's content.

Writing has always been my passion. I strongly believe in soulmates and feel eternally lucky that I snatched up mine. The wilder side of me comes out in my erotic writings, where I fuse lustful fantasy with the paranormal edge. I thoroughly enjoy making up worlds, hunky men who cause me to go weak in the knees and intelligent women who can also let their hair down.