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Tuesday, April 17, 2012



This post is part of a Virtual Book Tour. At the end of the tour, the author will give away a copy of Costa Rican Heat in PDF format by taking all comments from each stop and picking one winner. Please leave a comment, and include your email addess, to be included in the drawing.

Have you ever stayed up really late at night and turned on a channel to find couples having sex? I have and did it on purpose out of curiosity. Since becoming an erotic romance writer, I have felt it my sworn duty to research, research, research. LOL

Actually, I watched it a couple of times and took notes. This type of sex can also be quite degrading and humiliating to one partner. It’s not for me. The characters, let’s say a man and a woman, have this low budget corny movie or story to perform and dress rather slutty then have sex. That’s it. That’s all there is to it. Porn is about sex with no strings attached. (see BDSM for strings) There is no emotional attachment and no commitment to the ‘act’.

Erotica is more in depth. It’s about the five senses. Still, when the lovers are in bed, on the kitchen table, office desk, in a closet and so on, there is no emotional attachment. They may use lots of sex toys, such as dildos, vibrators, butt plugs (It was strictly research. Honest) or Ben Wa balls to pleasure each other or themselves. Many like to play dress up. Naughty nurses, cat women with whips, and even school girls in extremely short skirts are some of the get ups known in the movies that depict erotica. For men…well, let’s just say that less is more in the dress up department. A bow tie without a shirt is darn sexy. Still, without the love and chemistry, it’s just plain sex.

Now Erotic Romance, there’s the key to true love and excitement. Not only are hearts involved, but the chemistry is electrifying and the emotions run like a roller coaster. The stories have to end with a happily ever after while during them there is a heavy taste of the erotic, including toys if the characters want to use them. It’s all about the senses: sound, smell, taste, sight, and touch. The lovers talk dirty, play dirty, act dirty and simply love every minute. No degrading or humiliating moments are allowed, just good clean fun and frolic.

There’s something about the sound of a sexy man’s deep voice murmuring in your ear that sets chills of awareness down your spine. His smell, earthy, rain-fresh, musky or even spicy is great, but never B.O.! Then…he tastes like wine or whiskey, mint, or cinnamon--Mmmmm. To look upon him is to see health, taut muscles, six-pack abs, and a killer grin. His eyes should melt you on sight, and when you touch him--oh, the bliss of soft leather on steel. His heat burns you up.

Enough said?

I go for what’s behind door number three. Erotic romance rules the day.

Bobbi Brattz

Thursday, April 12, 2012



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Thank you for joining us on the Power Play: Resistance virtual release tour! *throws penis-shaped confetti borrowed from Anne Tenino* No party is complete without favors, so we'll be giving away winner’s choice of one backlist book from Cat or Rachel to one lucky commenter from this blog at the end of the tour. We'll also be giving away a classic Nook pre-loaded with six of our titles to one lucky commenter drawn from all the tour stops, so follow along and party with us at each--you can earn an entry at every stop!

To help celebrate the release of the kinktastic Power Play: Resistance, the authors wrangled their characters into an interrogation chair for your reading pleasure.

Today Brandon McKinney discusses coming out into one’s kink with pride, as well as serving a Dominant with a wide sadistic streak. :-)

1) You’d never explored any kind of Dom/sub relationship before you met Jonathan. So, what tempted you to give it a try? Was it just the money?

At first, yeah. *scratches cheek* Well, okay, maybe not all the money? I mean, I’m not a whore or anything. And it’s not like I go around all the time having sex with guys in back alleys, so obviously something about Jonathan really, I dunno, called to me, I guess. Guy’s pretty crazy hot, for one thing, and just plain crazy, for another. And the sex . . . Jesus. He got under my skin—I mean, kinda like a burrowing parasite gets under your skin, but under there nonetheless. I couldn’t quite shake the thought of him, and though it drove me nuts, I didn’t really want to. So, yeah, I mean, was it mostly the money? Sure. But there was more to it than that. I liked him. Even if I kinda wanted to punch him in the nose more or less all the time.

2) Jonathan’s dungeon is chock-full of a wide variety of toys. Do you have a favorite?

*laughs* Favorite? I suppose I have a few that scare me the least—does that count? But, no, seriously, um . . . Yeah, I guess. He’s got this one flogger I really like, all soft lightweight suede, doesn’t hurt at all. Feels more like a massage, actually. And I kinda like the St. Andrew’s Cross, too, though maybe that’s just because every time Jonathan puts me up on it he makes me come out my ears.

3) How about one you especially dislike?

Oh God, that cage. *shudders* The sarcophagus one, you know? With the shocks? *shudders again* Shit, I get nightmares just thinking about that.

4) You fought Jonathan non-stop for weeks, and yet, in the end, you came back to him & asked for another chance. Can you tell us why?

Um. *blushes* It’s, um . . . kinda hard to explain, you know? But it was like . . . like he broke something in me, something I’d built up a long time ago to make life, I dunno, less painful, I guess. And I didn’t know how to deal with all the crap that came spilling out when that happened, and I can’t help but think that if he knew how to tear that wall down, well, he’d damn well better know how to deal with everything that was hiding behind it, too. Otherwise I’m just gonna go fucking insane.

5) What do you hope to get out of this relationship? Is it still just about the money?

No. I mean, the money’s nice, sure. And I’m not gonna pretend it doesn’t matter, because of course it does—that’s my whole future there, you know? I can go back to school with that money, and buy my boss’s construction company with that money. I need it. But there’s more to it than that now. There’s that whole thing I talked about in your last question, and there’s . . . well, the truth is? I kinda like Jonathan. I like the way he makes me feel. I like the way he looks at me like I matter, like I don’t have to hide, like I should be proud of who I am. I hope . . . I dunno, I hope when this is over that we can still be friends, you know? Maybe even still sleep together. Best sex of my life, for sure. And there’s something about him . . . *shrugs* I dunno. But whatever it is, I obviously can’t seem to walk away from it.

Give me six months, and I'll give you the world.

Brandon McKinney has scraped and sacrificed for what little in life he’s ever had. Though it’s been fifteen years since he escaped his father’s abuse, the damage remains. Trust seems as far out of reach as his dream of becoming an architect, and though he’s come to accept being gay, he can’t deny the shame and confusion he feels at other urges—the deeply-repressed desire to submit.

Jonathan Watkins is a self-made Silicon Valley billionaire whose ex-wife took half his money and even more of his faith. Comfortable as a Dominant but wary of being hurt again, he resorts to anonymous pickups and occasional six-month contracts with subs seeking only a master, not a lover.

When a sizzling back-alley encounter cues Jonathan in to Brandon’s deep-seated submissive side, he makes the man an offer: Give me six months of your life, and I’ll open your eyes to a whole new world. Brandon doesn’t care about that; all he wants is the three million dollars Jonathan’s offering so he can buy the construction company he works for. But he soon learns that six months on his knees is no easy feat, and shame and pride may keep him from all he ever wanted—and all he never dreamed he had any right to have.
You can read an excerpt and order Power Play: Resistance here.

About the authors:

Rachel Haimowitz is an M/M erotic romance author, a freelance writer and editor, and the Managing Editor of Riptide Publishing. She's also a sadist with a pesky conscience, shamelessly silly, and quite proudly pervish. Fortunately, all those things make writing a lot more fun for her . . . if not so much for her characters.
When she's not writing about hot guys getting it on (or just plain getting it; her characters rarely escape a story unscathed), she loves to read, hike, camp, sing, perform in community theater, and glue captions to cats. She also has a particular fondness for her very needy dog, her even needier cat, and shouting at kids to get off her lawn.

You can find Rachel at her website, Tweeting as RachelHaimowitz, chatting in the Goodreads forums, and blogging at Fantasy Unbound. She loves to hear from folks, so feel free to drop her a line anytime at metarachel (at) gmail (dot) com.

EPIC Award–winning author Cat Grant lives by the sea in beautiful Monterey, California, with one persnickety feline and entirely too many books and DVDs. When she's not writing, she sings along (badly!) to whatever's on her iPod shuffle, watches lots of movies, and fantasizes about kinky sex with Michael Fassbender.
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Monday, April 9, 2012



This post is part of a Virtual Book Tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be giving away an autographed bookmark to one commenter at every stop, and a $25 gift certificate to one randomly drawn commenter. Please click on the banner to check out the other stops on her tour.

Lessons My Heroes Taught Me

Reed and Josh are the heroes in Trinity Bound. They are sexy, independent, caring, and Hannah’s. But what did these men teach me?

Well, in terms of writing, the taught me to let my characters be themselves.

That’s huge.

When I first started writing I thought I was in charge. I thought I knew what was best for them.

I was wrong. Reed and Josh were so independent that I fell for them. Reed is caring, an artist, yet a werewolf. He doesn’t want to fight, but can kill with his bare hands. I thought Reed would be the funny one.

And he is.

But it’s because his Pack relies on him to be that way. He’s so much deeper than that.

Josh is strong and human. I thought he’d be the military man who could kick butt and be cold. But he warmed up to me and ended up with such and emotional inner turmoil that it broke my heart.

I didn’t know this about my characters beforehand.

But because I learned from them and let them talk to me…I learned to be a better writer.

Thank you, Reed and Josh.

Thank you so much.

About the Author:
Carrie Ann Ryan is a paranormal and contemporary romance author. After spending too much time behind a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance world and find her werewolf mate - even if it's just in her books. Happy endings are always near - even if you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.

Her first book, An Alpha's Path, is the first in her Redwood Pack series. She's also an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She love meeting new authors and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.

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Hannah Lewis, a rare earth witch, is taken from the only life she’s ever known. Held against her will by a sadistic wolf, she almost gives up hope that she’d ever see her real life again. But as her fellow captive, a werewolf named Reed, tries to calm her fears, she begins to feel a spark of something she never thought she’d feel – love. But is Reed, alone, enough to get her out of this dark basement so she can move on with her life?

Reed Jamenson, the artist of a werewolf Pack of Alpha males, knows instinctually that Hannah is his mate. Thus, despite their imprisonment, he will do all to protect her and then worry about their hearts. But is he strong enough to find a way for both of them to escape? And why does he feel as though something else is missing?

Josh Kolb, an ex-military human, stumbles upon Reed and Hannah and finds he must trust this new world of supernatural beings to survive. But that desire will lead the three to a triangle of attraction that will test the boundaries they all possess and its consequences in defeating the enemy. Can they all trust one another to save themselves and life as they know it? Even at the cost of their own hearts?

Thursday, April 5, 2012


A year ago, if someone had asked me, "E-books or print?", I would have said print only. I bought an eReader late last year, and while I still tend to purchase more print books, I have been reading more and more e-versions of books. I bought all of the Guild Hunter books as eBooks, and the entire Midnight Breed series is on my reader. Ward’s books were bought as print novels, so I won’t mix them up and start getting eBooks of her BDB series. I get anal about it all, honestly. If I’m reading a set, I want them all in the same format, so… Plus, short stories and novellas are most often only available in eformats, and they’re easy to take with you that way, too.

I listen to music all day long; it’s what keeps me focused, and some days it’s what keeps me sane! When I’m writing, I love environmental sounds playing in the background, wolves howling, storms, rain forests, etc. When I want singers, I tend to turn on Radio Italy Live from New York, and just let that play in the background. Music can often enhance the writing of certain scenes, because they set the mood in a subconscious way.

What about you? What are your thoughts on e-readers and e-books and/or music?

Coming TODAY from XoXo Publishing:


Angelique Devereaux is a dark legend, once a Chosen Warrior of god, she betrayed her oaths to love one who was forbidden. Cast out, cursed and scarred, she continues her battle alone. Until a soul as tortured as her own stumbles across her path. Asher Elliot is lost in his own darkness when he first sees the tall warrior known to legend simply as The Slayer. Tortured by the deaths of his wife and children, this grieving warrior is nonetheless drawn to the timeless, cold being he witnesses at work. Like him, she deals in death and her justice is swift, sometimes messy, but always final. He follows her, watching, growing ever more captivated by her, until finally he must reach out to claim what his reawakened heart wants most…

Book Two in the exciting new series WARRIOR MINE, Retributions continues the passionate and ever-changing relationship that is building between Asher Elliot and Angelique Devereaux.

Asher's past has come back to haunt him in a way that threatens to open old wounds just as they've begun to heal. When he is contracted to do a job, he shuts "Angie" out and goes to exact his personal vengeance for the sins committed against those he loved.

Angelique has never been part of humanity, is still struggling to find her way in the midst of love and passion that is alien to her immortal soul. The ties of blood have revealed Asher's pain to her, and she will not allow anyone to hurt him if she is able to stop it.

As the two warriors each set out on the path of retribution, they are once again drawn back to each other. Face to face with Asher, Angelique wonders if he can forgive her, and her beloved male is trying hard to understand her fear of not being good enough for his love.

They have a long way to travel before true understanding will make them whole, will their love be strong enough to keep them together for their journey?

* * * * *

Once in awhile you create a book that seems to resonate with people, and this is one of them. A historical Western that was born in my fascination for my childhood hero, Paladin. So, Dylan Coulter is a combination of Paladin's urbane charm and sophistication and his lethal side, of course. Maggie is a woman a little ahead of her time, strong, compassionate, and independent. I hope you'll like her. I hope you enjoy their story, it's exciting, and passionate, and has some surprises in store too!


Genre: Historical/Western Erotica Novella

When Dylan Coulter rides into Sparkling Springs, he quickly discovers the woman who runs the local saloon is worth the risk of facing the hangman. Things get ugly fast when Dylan is accused of killing the only son of the richest rancher in the area. Unwilling to leave her behind, Dylan takes Maggie with him as he tries to dodge bounty hunters and a determined Pinkerton agent who just happens to be Maggie's old love...


Wednesday, April 4, 2012


Come with me for a moment into the Twilight Zone...

My latest book from Samhain Publishing, An Uncommon Sense, is about Grace, a sceptical science teacher, who meets Ash, a medium, clairvoyant and clairaudient.

Those of you who are interested in psychic powers such as these will already know the difference between those three terms, but here’s an explanation for those of you who don’t.

A medium, basically, is someone who is able to communicate with people who have “passed over”, ie the dead. He or she does this in a variety of ways, but mostly by using the powers of clairvoyance or clairaudience.

Clairvoyance means “clear seeing” and psychics with this ability receive pictures in their mind. In the book, Ash describes this to Grace in this way: “If I tell you to think of an image, like…Winnie-the-Pooh, for example, you can see him, right? You can picture his black button nose, and round ears, and the red T-shirt, and his pot with ‘Hunny’ written on it, but he’s not standing before you—you can’t see him. Well, you’re using what’s called your ‘third eye’—that’s actually the pineal gland, located in the centre of your brain.” He touched her forehead lightly between her eyebrows. “And that’s where I get the pictures. I don’t see them with my eyes, but they’re clear, all the same.”

Clairaudience means “clear hearing” and psychics who are clairaudient can hear the spirit speak. Sometimes it can be as clear as if someone is standing next to you – at other times it sounds as if you’re at the bottom of a swimming pool, and someone on the surface is talking to you in a muffled tone.

Contrary to popular belief, it’s not all about fortune telling. A large part of being a medium is about validation, proving to the person being read that the psychic is actually talking to the deceased relative or friend. When Grace’s father comes through at a show Ash is doing, Ash tries to validate his presence by saying things like:

“Who’s Ben?”
Grace went still as he met her gaze. “You tell me,” she said.
He tipped his head. “I’m not entirely sure, but if I was a betting man, I’d say a Labrador/spaniel cross.”
Everyone turned to look at her. Her lips curved. “Yeah, okay, he was my dog. Are you going to tell me he’s here too?”
“He’s always around you. You were his favourite.”

Grace is hard to convince because she thinks he could have found that information out from anyone who knew her when she was young. However Ash then goes on to tell her something that only her father would have known, finally convincing her that he’s not a fraud as she first thought.

An Uncommon Sense is a funny, romantic love story about friends and families and learning to trust after you’ve been hurt. It was published on April 3rd by Samhain Publishing. The second in the Sensual Healing series, Making Sense, will be published on December 4th.

Like to win a copy? Tell me if you’ve ever been to a medium? Did they convince you there’s life after death?

All six senses tell him she’s the one.

Sensual Healing, Book 1

High school science teacher Grace Fox doesn’t believe in any of that woo-woo stuff. So it’s easy to laugh off her friend’s prediction that she’ll have swear-out-loud sex with the next man who walks through her classroom door.

Who knew that local celebrity Ash Rutherford would have the time to attend his daughter’s parents’ night? Or that the Viking lookalike would trigger an attack of klutziness? He may or may not see dead people, but he certainly got a good look up her skirt.

A doctor turned medium, Ash spends his days communicating with unseen spirits. When it comes to his moody daughter, though, he hopes down-to-earth Grace will give him some insight. The racy lingerie she hides beneath her prim and proper clothing is an added bonus he didn’t expect.

Their attraction is instant and blazing hot, but Ash has been burned before. His ex-wife didn’t believe in his abilities, and no way is he going down that road again. At least not until Grace accepts the possibility there might be life after death. And the ghosts of his past are laid to rest.

Product Warnings: Contains a real live Viking, proof of life after death and sex on a 1970s sheepskin rug, but absolutely no Barry White.

About the Author:
Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes fun, flirty, and sexy contemporary romances for the modern woman who likes intelligent, spirited heroines, and hunky but approachable heroes. She’s won several romance writing competitions and is a member of the Romance Writers of New Zealand. She would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies. You can check out all her books at

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Tuesday, April 3, 2012



Welcome to the next stop on the Frat Boy & Toppy Blog Tour Extravaganza! *confetti*

On this tour, I'm writing a series of posts on how I cook up a story. Not a how-to manual, just a how-I-do manual, wherein I reveal all the dirty little secrets about how I approach a story, using Frat Boy & Toppy as an example.

For a schedule—with links—of all the places I'll be on my tour, visit my blog, There you will also find information on my tour contest—I'll be giving away a Frat Boy & Toppy notebook, signed paperback copy of 18% Gray, and e-book of my next release, Turning Tricks. To enter the contest, you must ferret out the three questions (each in different blog tour posts) and answer them in one email sent to I will chose one winner at random from all the emails received by 11:59 pm (PDT/GMT -7:00) April 3rd.


The Reluctant Hero’s Dark Moment of Lurve ©

To be really entertaining, every story should have a Dark Moment. A point where your reader is on the edge of his/her seat, thinking, “This can’t possibly end well.” Will there be rending of hair and gnashing of teeth? Will the villain not be unmasked? Will someone die? And the absolute scariest of all: Will that character be The One That Got Away?

If a story doesn’t have a Dark Moment, it tends to be boring. It’s like a roller coaster without a death-defying spiral (or at least a really big, steep hill).

Romance writers have Dark Moment handicaps, beginning with the biggie; our couple will hook up in the end, so the biggest, most obvious relationship Dark Moment (a definitive end) is not an option. Even if the couple breaks up, everyone knows they’re getting back together.

I could go on about how constrained we are in the romance genre by Dark Moments available or unavailable to us, but I won’t. Because there’s one Dark Moment available to romance writers that’s unavailable to others: when a character realizes he’s in love.

“What?” you may be thinking, “That’s not a Dark Moment!” It is though, because of another quirky convention/trope of the romance genre—the Reluctant Hero. He’s the guy who thought he’d never love (again). It’s his identity. So when he turns a corner one day and realizes love just smacked him upside the head and stole his wallet, he has himself an identity crisis.

Are you wondering what all this has to do with Frat Boy & Toppy? This is the Frat Boy and Toppy Blog Tour Extravaganza *confetti*, so I should be getting around to mentioning it about now . . .

Using FB&T as a case study, we’re going to explore my four stages of the Reluctant Hero’s Dark Moment of Lurve ©. Because, yes, Sebastian (a.k.a. Toppy) gets bitch-slapped by looooooooove.

First stage: Disinterest. Here’s an example from Chapter Seven when Sebastian is speaking with his sister Sophie:

Sophie called that night. “I think I’m in love.”

Sebastian smiled into the phone at his sister. “What’ve I told you about that love thing? It’s just a word straight guys use to get girls into bed.”

Sophie sighed. She didn’t go for her usual line, though. “You don’t really believe that.”

“Eh.” Verbal shrug. Sebastian pulled another plate out of the dish rack and started wiping it dry.

“You’re just asking for it. You know that, right?”

Screwing one’s face up in confusion made it hard to hold a phone between one’s shoulder and cheek. He needed one of those dumb headsets, because Sophie had a knack for calling when he didn’t have any free hands. “Asking for what?”

“Asking for Cupid to come and shoot you in the ass with one of his arrows.”

“Then what, I’ll fall in love with my own ass? Already happened. It’s a lovely ass. Well-formed. And you know it’s not Cupid—”

“It’s Eros,” she finished for him in a drone.
After his conversation with Sophie, we see him enter stage two: Self-examination; wherein the Reluctant Hero debates whether he’s even capable of love. It doesn’t actually matter what he determines, simply that’s he’s opened the door to the possibility, then firmly slammed it shut (otherwise it’s difficult to lead him into love, like a cute, fluffy spring lamb to slaughter).

Presumably he was capable of falling in love, right? He was twenty-eight, and he hadn’t really had a serious boyfriend. No one had ever caught his interest that way. What if the reason they hadn’t was because he could only fall in love with straight guys?

He realized he’d actually sat up straight at that thought. Jesus, he was losing it. That was just asinine.

He settled back against the headboard and shook it off.

Love. Riiiiight.

Besides, look at their father. Maybe Sebastian wasn’t capable of falling in love at all.
The writing’s on the wall now. Sebastian can’t avoid falling in love. Deep inside, he knows it, too, leading him to display (for an extended period of time), the third stage: Oblivious Denial.

Here we have Sebastian on the phone with his sister Sophie again, right after he and Brad (Frat Boy) hook up for the first time. He’s trying to explain why Brad’s important, yet not. He’s convinced himself it’s because he was Brad’s “first”.

“He put a lot of trust in me, yeah? He chose me, for some reason.” Sebastian got up from the table where he’d been studying and wandered into the living room.

“Maybe he likes you.”

He had a feeling they weren’t talking about Brad liking his skills in bed. “Where did I go wrong? Everything’s a relationship with you, yeah? I don’t think so. He didn’t say anything about that.” He flopped on the couch and slouched into the cushions.

She snorted. “Yeah. Because guys are always talking about their feelings first, then the sex. So, are you going to let him choose you again?”

“Mmm, yeah. It’s not like I’m getting nothing out of it. He’s hot. I’m attracted to him. I want to mentor him.”
You know what happens eventually—the fourth stage: Crashing Reality. When our Reluctant Hero realizes “Oh, hey! I am in love!” then has his freak out and kicks love in the teeth.

The dreaded Dark Moment of Lurve follows soon after. The moment when our Reluctant Hero realizes that he’s gone and screwed love’s pooch and if he wants love back, he’s going to have to go out and fix love’s damage.

The beauty of the Reluctant Hero’s Dark Moment of Lurve © is that it’s not about creating a suspenseful climax, it’s about emotional payout. The reader knows what’s going to happen. The satisfaction comes from watching the Reluctant Hero grovel and otherwise debase himself to make amends to the object of his love.

Regrettably, I can’t show you Sebastian’s Crashing Reality or his Dark Moment of Lurve here, because it would ruin the book for anyone moved to read it. If you want to know more about Sebastian’s journey through the four stages of lurve, purchase Frat Boy & Toppy by visiting Riptide Publishing.

Abut the Author:
Raised on a steady media diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino rocked the mental health world when she was the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.

Wondering what Anne does when not writing? Mostly she lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.

Check out what Anne’s up to now by visiting her site.

Monday, April 2, 2012


Putting Reality in a Fairy Tale Romance

Thank you so much to Long and Short Reviews for hosting me today. We all love fairy tale romances, right? Ummm, maybe not. We think of the fairy tale romance as one that has a happily ever after of the first order. BUT, if we go back to the source, the fairy tale, we very quickly discover that happily ever after was a matter of opinion.

For example, take Cinderella. My new book, Sinders and Ash, is based on the “trope” of Cinderella, a downtrodden hero who overcomes an adversary and prevails as a result of his own effort, wit and charm. The Cinderella story has predecessors that stretch back to China, Rome, and Egypt. In an early version of the tale, Cinderella kills her first stepmother in order to get her father to marry whom she wishes. Yikes! That’s Sinisterella. An original version of Sleeping Beauty has our heroine violated and impregnated by a king while she sleeps. And she has twins. Wonder what Disney would have done with them? Snow White’s wicked queen gets her comeuppance in a very fatal way in the old versions of Snow White and the original Little Mermaid throws herself into the sea and dissolves as sea foam when her prince marries another woman. It’s a wonder we had any ‘happily ever afters’ at all.

But today, the fairy tale romance assumes that the story will be a bit larger than life and that the ending will be in many ways ideal, promising happiness not just for now but forever. That’s the challenge I tackled in writing Sinders and Ash. I wanted to take a famous storyline like Cinderella and imagine what it would be like inhabited by real people in a real modern world. The result is a serious contemporary romance with a touch of the extraordinary. Everything in the book could happen and, oh, we only wish it would. Boys from the housekeeping department who had to live on the streets getting a crack at the handsome price. That’s what we want to see! Oh, I forgot to mention. While very few fairy tales are inhabited by actual fairies, mine is. Sinders and Ash is a gay romance.

Here’s a blurb from Sinders and Ash, which can be bought at Amber Allure

Work hard, stay anonymous and don’t expect much. That’s resort housekeeper Mark Sintorella’s philosophy of life. After being kicked out of his family home at sixteen for being gay, Mark knows what it takes to survive. But how is he going to stay anonymous when he wants to be recognized as a great fashion designer? And how can he control his expectations when he’s desperately attracted to Ashton Armitage, the son of the fifth richest man in America? If Ash doesn’t find a woman to marry he’s going to lose his inheritance, but he can’t seem to resist the beautiful kid who cleans fireplaces while hiding behind a black cap and heavy glasses. And then this crazy elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, has Mark running around looking like a fashion model wearing gorgeous women’s clothes. The clock strikes twelve and the wedding follows the ball. Two beautiful princesses line up for attention. But one isn’t interested and one isn’t a woman. Who will be the bride? Will the shoe fit? Only his fairy godmother knows for sure.
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About the Author:
Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love – at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly ménage and male/male, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes. A lifelong writer of serious non-fiction, Tara only fell in love with EROM in 2009 and, through perseverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote published in January of 2011. Then she capped off the year by being voted Best Author of 2011 in the LRC Awards and had her Genetic Attraction Series named runner-up for Best Series of 2011! A very good year. After an exotic life of travel all over the world and work in television, education and advertising, Tara settled in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and opened her own small marketing business. She paints, collages, and started practicing yoga “way before it was fashionable”. Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion and new ideas, she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes”.

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