Let’s Have A Party!
I hope everyone has had a great weekend. It’s hot here in KCMO. We’ve run our air for the past few days. I am excited about my new website and figured what the hay….let’s have some fun.
I’m still celebrating the release of Shut Up and Kiss Me with two great reviews.
Shut Up and Kiss Me
Being the bad girl has been Carrie’s gig since childhood but being good for a certain drummer boy promises a beautiful future.
Blurb
Brought up in a traditional family Carrie Stevens fights the bounds of propriety and flaunts her deviance with no regard to personal consequences. With one exception…her big brother’s wishes where his band is concerned. The sparks that fly when she’s around the one taboo she’d love to date are only a tempting siren’s song, until she sees there’s more to Shea than she’d originally thought. The sexy drummer might just make her lose her heart, if he can put her past to rest.
Shea McNamara has been in love with Carrie Stevens for years. Running in the same circle as her isn’t easy. Her choice in men irks him but she’s in his blood as much as the drums he loves to beat. All he has to do is convince her there’s more to life than the fast lane. With her flirty attitude he refuses to allow her to call the shots.
Excerpt
She ducked to the table, opening the crates to set out the shirts, posters, stickers, hoodies and underwear with Crimson Rage’s logo on them. Carrie smiled greeting fans that came up to buy from her. When the area cleared, she stuck her head under the table to pull out more pieces. A shadow eclipsed the light she needed to search through the tubs. Agitated, she looked up, ill prepared to see her ex, Ty hovering over her. “I’m working.”
“Come on now, sexy. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”
Some things never changed. Apparently he thought coming onto her with a weak ass line would get him somewhere. Ty looked good, immaculate, matter of fact too perfect, from his kohl-lined eyes to his professionally groomed hair. An opportunist if ever there was one, he never missed a chance to climb higher using others to help him get there. Too bad she didn’t see the signs before dating him for half a year. “You’re wasting your time. I never go backward.”
“Not even a good fuck for ole time’s sake. You know the spot we always nabbed, against the wall.”
“What are you really here for? I was nineteen when I let you bang me behind the stage after you played a really horrible set.” Blunt to no end, she slapped the handful of packed T-shirts on the table.
“Who says I want something?” Ty’s eyes darkened. If he wasn’t such a beanpole in skinny jeans she’d be afraid he’d lay a hand on her.
“Whatever you want Ty, I don’t. Please leave me alone.” Instead of leaving he bent down to the table, trailing a finger down the side of her face, his eyes drifted to her breasts. She shuddered in revulsion and leaned back, slapping his hand away. “Fuck off.” To her horror, the song ended at the precise moment she screamed the words. A hush fell over the on-lookers, keen on the drama playing out in front of them.
“Fine. When I make the big time don’t come crawling on your knees back to me.” Ty sauntered off to the bar to get a drink.
Carrie fumed in utter humiliation. With a fake tight-lipped smile pasted on her face, she sold out of merchandise.
“Hey, carebear.” Shea’s voice broke the monologue running through her brain, screaming murder, murder, murder. He held out a fresh drink for her. She snatched the plastic glass from his hands quickly to avoid the zing of excitement his brief touch left her wanting.
The blessed taste of grape vodka and lemon lime soda soothed her parched throat while giving her a moment to compose herself.
Shea tipped back a bottle of domestic beer and leaned on the edge of the table regarding her.
“What?”
“Tryin’ to figure you out, carebear.” The way her pet name rolled off his tongue in a thick whiskey tenor sent lava through her veins.
She wondered what he was up to when he set his empty bottle down. Kneeling, he grabbed a bag, rummaged through it and withdrew a black T-shirt. Shit. He planned on switching out from his sweaty one right in front of her. She played nonchalant by taking a swig of her drink.
He edged the shirt up his sweat-incased body over his head. Who said sweat on a man wasn’t sexy? Not her. He mopped his chest with his damp shirt and stuffed the soiled garment in his shoulder bag. Nice. Her gaze roved from his abs of steel, up to his pierced nipple and across the tribal artwork on his shoulder wanting to devour every inch of him.
Suddenly Kiss Me Deadly played in her mind. Great time for 80’s rock music to enter her brain.
“Nice humming voice.” When Shea chuckled, she realized she’d begun humming the Lita Ford song. Gah…She sucked down the rest of her drink and choked on a small bit of ice. Shea pounded on her back.
“The ice melted. I’m good.”
“Heard you were back in town. Plan on staying long?”
“I’m here to stay for a while.” Disappointment hit when he shrugged into the new T-shirt. Damn he looked even better with the shirt stretched over his muscles, she thought as she tilted back in her chair. He would never wear skinny jeans or kohl on his eyes. The prospect of making him her new lover rammed into her for the briefest of seconds again.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Where the new beer in his hand came from, she didn’t have the slightest clue. So she said the words currently on the tip of her tongue. “Wanna fuck?”
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Website/Blog
My new site is up and running and you guessed it! it’s right here on my WordPress. For months, I was stuck with where to go or what to do and it came down to the bottom line….
That’s a term my DH uses in his accounting world and his bottom line is a penny spent. I wanted a site that didn’t cost an arm and a leg to have but looked uniform and nice.
That’s where my friend Drea came in. She whipped up my new header and side images to fit my personality.
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Take time to browse through my pages and keep coming back to see who’s visiting!!! This is a perfect way to check out my upcoming goods as well as my fellow authors!
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Website Construction
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Cheyenne Meadows Sharing an Excerpt for her First Launch!
The old ladies gossip group target Rye, a neighborhood couple isn’t what they appear, and his repressed roommate watches porn and dyes his underwear pink.
What’s a woman to do but show him how it’s done?
“Brie! I’m so glad I caught you. Are you feeling well, dear? Do you have a cold? Oh, those summer colds are just the worst, I swear. It’s so fortunate that you start your vacation now, isn’t it? Maybe you can get some extra sleep? That will surely help.”
Blinking, Brie tried to keep up with her Aunt Flo’s rambling. She couldn’t hold back the snort at the recommendation for extra sleep. Glancing at the clock, she shook her head. Six-thirty am. So much for sleeping in on my first day of vacation.
“Aunt Flo?”
“Of course, it’s me, dear. Now, as I was saying… Poor Rye. Those old pipes under that house just started leaking. They have to dig all the metal ones up and replace them. Might take a couple of months to repair all the damage and get his house back in order again. And, his car, too. Transmission went out. It was fine one day and poof, the next it was totally gone. Just bad luck, that’s all it is, a string of bad luck.”
Yawning, Brie caught a familiar name. Rye. Rye Taylor. Her Aunt Flo and his Aunt Sally were the best of buddies since grade school. To this day, they still did everything together–vacations, jobs, picnics–except when their husbands sent them a come hither look. Then, no one would see them for possibly days.
Rye, a couple years older than Brie, had always been a competitor. His younger brother Jason tended to be more laid back, full of smiles and jokes. Rye could charm a snake if he wanted, but his main goal aimed to win. Not necessarily at all costs, but he didn’t lose; well, maybe a couple of times. She couldn’t help but grin at the memory.
She had been seven at the time, making Rye nine. Their families had gathered for the yearly picnic at the old homestead of the Taylor family. Adults sat in the shade, telling stories of times past, the recent happenings, mixed with a few embarrassing tales tossed in for good measure. The boys, Rye and Jason, were busy playing tag with Aunt Flo’s son, Jeremy. Brie, being the only girl, was pretty much left to her own devices. Obviously, one of the parents instructed the boys to include her as next thing she knew, Rye reluctantly asked her to play tag.
Having just finished a growth spurt, she matched him in height, but retained her inherent quickness. Needless to say, she caught him more than once, delighting in tagging him to be it, then dashing away just out of his reach.
Tag ended up turning into a wrestling match, as Rye became more and more incensed to be the victor and reclaim his rights as the champion and holder of the throne. To his chagrin, Brie pinned him fair and square, as the other boys looked on in disbelief. Always a quick thinker, Rye decided if he couldn’t beat her, tying her to a tree was the next best option. She was naïve enough to allow him to tie her up, thinking it was all part of their game of Cowboys and Indians. As they walked off, the realization hit her that she had been bested in the age old game of wits.
A few screams for help later, Rye’s father James came to her rescue, smirking the whole time. The boys had gathered around, nervously shifting from one foot to the other, heads down, praying they wouldn’t suffer any consequences for their prank. James ended up chuckling as he untied the first knot, yelling over his shoulder to his wife. “Sarah, I think Rye takes after you in the tying department.” All the adults thought it was hilarious at the time. Brie didn’t have a clue. She knew that instead of a lecture, Rye was commended on his knot tying abilities. She decided then and there that the family was just a tad bit eccentric.
Aunt Flo’s voice broke through her memories. “He’s pretty much family, dear, and family helps out one another. Don’t worry; he’s got a few days of leave, so you won’t have to run up and down the road all day. And, with that wrenched shoulder, he needs a little looking after as well. Oh, my. Look at the time. His friend from the force should be dropping him off any minute now.”
“Wait, what did you say?” She had missed something important here. Sitting up in bed, she waited, hoping she wasn’t hearing what she thought.
“Brie, you must pay better attention. Rye is going to be staying with you for a while, just until his house is repaired. Can’t let him stay in one of those hotels, too expensive and sleazy to boot. I told Sally you wouldn’t mind.” She paused to take another breath.
“Aunt Flo! Rye doesn’t even like me.” Well, she wasn’t sure of that since she hadn’t seen him since he graduated high school. But, when they were younger, he was forever daring her and trying to outdo her in every aspect.
“Oh, nonsense. Of course he likes you.”
“He tied me to a tree!” For some odd reason, that episode didn’t come across as a promise of undying love.
“Now, dear. Boys will be boys. You know how they are at that age. Besides, that was years ago.”
“But…”
“Oh, I’ve got to go, dear. John is hollering that he’s going to leave without me if I don’t get a move on. Bye, Brie, and play nice.”
The phone clicked on the other end. “Aunt Flo?” Silence was her only answer. With a large sigh, Brie put the phone back on its cradle, her head still spinning over this latest twist in her life. The gist of what she understood revolved around the fact Rye’s home flooded from burst pipes while his car met its demise from transmission issues. So, now her aunt offered up Brie’s house to Rye until his home was livable once more. Was there something mentioned about an injury in the midst of all that speed talking? Just great. Her well-earned vacation had come and she’d be stuck with an impromptu roommate, one who drove her completely insane. With a loud groan, she flopped back on the bed.
The doorbell interrupted her moment of self pity. Blinking, she recalled her aunt’s words. “A buddy from the force would be dropping him off any minute.”
“Ack!” Jumping out of the bed, she took a second to slide on her pink bunny slippers, hopping a few feet as she jammed her little toe. Finally, she quickly headed down the hall to the main room, finger combing her hair all the way. Jeez! He would have to show up at the crack of dawn, when I look like the bride of Frankenstein. Heck, I don’t even have time to brush my teeth yet. Okay, just remember, don’t get within breathing distance of him. Can’t have him thinking I have a major halitosis problem.
Walking past the counter that separated the kitchen from the family room, she spied a few items she purchased on her way home from a twelve-hour shift the evening before. Too exhausted to do much more, she put the perishables in the fridge, leaving the other items on the counter to deal with this morning. The peach-colored box of tampons caught her eye. Dashing over, she grabbed the box and had no more than turned back in the direction of her room before the doorbell rang again, a second series of chimes that encouraged her to rush to the door before the silly pattern played again.
“Oh, good grief!” Opening the nearest kitchen drawer, she tossed the box in, slamming it shut on her way to the front door.
Breathing a little hard from her mad dashing, she peeked out the door, unlocking it as she did. Brie took a deep breath as she opened the door, her gaze landing on a wide, powerful male chest.
Wow, guess he ate his vegetables. Yummy. She had to tilt her head back in order to gaze up on his face. Short, neatly trimmed black hair covered his head. Piercing deep blue eyes stared down at her, a twinkle in their depths. Shoulders wide, giving an impression of sheer power, yet not the bulkiness that some men displayed. This strength spoke more of physical labor and hard work than from hours in the gym. Although, she had no doubt he knew his way around a weight bench quite well. Glancing down, she noted that chest trailed down to a lean waist. Skipping southward, she noticed powerful thighs encased in tight denim, leading down to a pair of black work boots. A large, rugged brown suitcase sat on his left side, a gym bag tossed over the right shoulder, his arm resting against the zipper.
Put that together with those snug jeans, that hunky body, and teasing smile… No, no, no. What am I thinking? Bad, Brie. Very bad. Temporary roommate. That’s all this is. Yeah, so the new roomie looks like Adonis come to life, no biggie. You can do this.
“Rye. Good to see you again.” Was that my voice, that breathy whisper? Not a good sign. Got to turn off the drool faucet and get the brain gears back to running. Swallowing, she tried again. “I’m sorry about your house.”
Do You Have Weird Dreams?
Have you ever had a really wacky dream?
I mean a what in the hell kind of recreation drug would someone think I’ve taken kind of dream?
I say this because the first thing my fiance said when I recalled this bizarre dream was….what were you taking last night and why didn’t you save me some….
Let’s start with my Asian American Boyfriend….Damn he’s hot!
And how he tricks me into going on a float trip. 
Now for the weird part!
Yes. I dreamed that I was this Caucasian college student on a float trip from hell. Went to meet my Asian American boyfriend only to find out it was a float trip for my life.
There were all these other females only in canoes and there were all these males up on a bridge watching and we had to dive into the water to pick our partner by finding a face mask that was identical matching indentions of their face and glass. The masks were buried in the sand and we had to wiggle hard to bring them out.
My hunky athletic male is caucasian with brown hair, blue eyes and boyishly handsome not chiseled handsome. He didn’t have a name just a number and I don’t remember. So there are all kinds of issues as we’re paddling down the 8 mile stretch.
Turns into a lake with caves and the water runs through them. I’m totally freaking and he’s all calm, we don’t have shoes just containers for water. We’re wearing swimsuits and that’s it. In the canoe is a first aid kit.
I’m not sure what happens but we fast forward to town and we’re running through to get to the finish line. We’re winning except the people don’t plan on letting anyone win.
We get fed and roped back up to do the race again… but it deviates because he’s not allowed to go back with me.
Somehow I end up in town again and in someone’s house following a path of water to the kids bathroom and floaties pop out of the faucet. The family sees me and gives me shoes, a sweatshirt and feed me. My arm starts to burn like there’s something in it. I have to get back to the race and when I do I’m more prepared but this time its dark.
My hunky guy finds me and I don’t know how but we navigate again and then all of the sudden, I’m on land running through a desert and trapped In quick sand. He’s screaming at me to stay still in a foreign language that can’t be human.
He’s pulling but I’m not coming lose and then these tentacle things come wrapped around my legs. I’m free after he does something and exhausted. So we’re walking through the desert and he kills some type of bug that resembles a scorpion and uses the pinchers to dig in my skin and removes something not sure what it was.
And then I woke up. DH turned on the TV to Sat Morning Cartoons.
This might be a dream that turns into a story! My editor goes…you’re even creative when you sleep!
Tell me about your wierd dreams!
It’s Release Day!
Shut Up and Kiss Me
Being the bad girl has been Carrie’s gig since childhood but being good for a certain drummer boy promises a beautiful future.
Blurb
Brought up in a traditional family Carrie Stevens fights the bounds of propriety and flaunts her deviance with no regard to personal consequences. With one exception…her big brother’s wishes where his band is concerned. The sparks that fly when she’s around the one taboo she’d love to date are only a tempting siren’s song, until she sees there’s more to Shea than she’d originally thought. The sexy drummer might just make her lose her heart, if he can put her past to rest.
Shea McNamara has been in love with Carrie Stevens for years. Running in the same circle as her isn’t easy. Her choice in men irks him but she’s in his blood as much as the drums he loves to beat. All he has to do is convince her there’s more to life than the fast lane. With her flirty attitude he refuses to allow her to call the shots.
Excerpt
She ducked to the table, opening the crates to set out the shirts, posters, stickers, hoodies and underwear with Crimson Rage’s logo on them. Carrie smiled greeting fans that came up to buy from her. When the area cleared, she stuck her head under the table to pull out more pieces. A shadow eclipsed the light she needed to search through the tubs. Agitated, she looked up, ill prepared to see her ex, Ty hovering over her. “I’m working.”
“Come on now, sexy. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”
Some things never changed. Apparently he thought coming onto her with a weak ass line would get him somewhere. Ty looked good, immaculate, matter of fact too perfect, from his kohl-lined eyes to his professionally groomed hair. An opportunist if ever there was one, he never missed a chance to climb higher using others to help him get there. Too bad she didn’t see the signs before dating him for half a year. “You’re wasting your time. I never go backward.”
“Not even a good fuck for ole time’s sake. You know the spot we always nabbed, against the wall.”
“What are you really here for? I was nineteen when I let you bang me behind the stage after you played a really horrible set.” Blunt to no end, she slapped the handful of packed T-shirts on the table.
“Who says I want something?” Ty’s eyes darkened. If he wasn’t such a beanpole in skinny jeans she’d be afraid he’d lay a hand on her.
“Whatever you want Ty, I don’t. Please leave me alone.” Instead of leaving he bent down to the table, trailing a finger down the side of her face, his eyes drifted to her breasts. She shuddered in revulsion and leaned back, slapping his hand away. “Fuck off.” To her horror, the song ended at the precise moment she screamed the words. A hush fell over the on-lookers, keen on the drama playing out in front of them.
“Fine. When I make the big time don’t come crawling on your knees back to me.” Ty sauntered off to the bar to get a drink.
Carrie fumed in utter humiliation. With a fake tight-lipped smile pasted on her face, she sold out of merchandise.
“Hey, carebear.” Shea’s voice broke the monologue running through her brain, screaming murder, murder, murder. He held out a fresh drink for her. She snatched the plastic glass from his hands quickly to avoid the zing of excitement his brief touch left her wanting.
The blessed taste of grape vodka and lemon lime soda soothed her parched throat while giving her a moment to compose herself.
Shea tipped back a bottle of domestic beer and leaned on the edge of the table regarding her.
“What?”
“Tryin’ to figure you out, carebear.” The way her pet name rolled off his tongue in a thick whiskey tenor sent lava through her veins.
She wondered what he was up to when he set his empty bottle down. Kneeling, he grabbed a bag, rummaged through it and withdrew a black T-shirt. Shit. He planned on switching out from his sweaty one right in front of her. She played nonchalant by taking a swig of her drink.
He edged the shirt up his sweat-incased body over his head. Who said sweat on a man wasn’t sexy? Not her. He mopped his chest with his damp shirt and stuffed the soiled garment in his shoulder bag. Nice. Her gaze roved from his abs of steel, up to his pierced nipple and across the tribal artwork on his shoulder wanting to devour every inch of him.
Suddenly Kiss Me Deadly played in her mind. Great time for 80’s rock music to enter her brain.
“Nice humming voice.” When Shea chuckled, she realized she’d begun humming the Lita Ford song. Gah…She sucked down the rest of her drink and choked on a small bit of ice. Shea pounded on her back.
“The ice melted. I’m good.”
“Heard you were back in town. Plan on staying long?”
“I’m here to stay for a while.” Disappointment hit when he shrugged into the new T-shirt. Damn he looked even better with the shirt stretched over his muscles, she thought as she tilted back in her chair. He would never wear skinny jeans or kohl on his eyes. The prospect of making him her new lover rammed into her for the briefest of seconds again.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Where the new beer in his hand came from, she didn’t have the slightest clue. So she said the words currently on the tip of her tongue. “Wanna fuck?”
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Please Welcome Author Casea Major!
Night with a Dom
Casea Major
Thanks for having me on your blog today.
I came up with the idea for this 1Night Stand story while watching football one
Sunday afternoon in late fall. I wondered what kind of catalyst would propel someone into experimenting with their darker sexual desires. What would cause someone to take a small step out of their comfort zone to seek fulfillment for a craving they’d never satisfied. That is how Night with a Dom was born.
And as for the football tie-in — If you buy the story and can find the hidden football reference email me and maybe you’ll get a prize.
Blurb:
Melody Manning’s workaholic ambition, coupled with a slave-driving former boss, has made her the youngest market analyst in her firm. It’s also killed her personal life, including losing her fiancé. When she receives a message from him on New Year’s Eve announcing his engagement to another woman, Mel loses it. Her new, more compassionate boss has the perfect solution for her—get laid. Good and laid.
At his suggestion, she signs up with the 1Night Stand service, listing her deepest sexual desires on the application. A speedy response from Madame Eve has Melody on her way to Sonoma Valley wine country and a one-night stand with a mysterious Dom.
The sexy, masked Master promises to get to the bottom of her guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his stern hand. After an emotional night of submission and uninhibited passion, will her lover’s unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or give Mel another chance at love?
Excerpt
The following excerpt has been bleeped out to make it a PG-13 excerpt. Please keep in mind that the book does contain adult themes and language, and is not suitable for minors. Thank you.
Mel sucked in a breath, and opened the door. The darkened room flickered with the light of at least a dozen candles. She squinted as she walked in. The smell of incense and roses wafted in the air. Her sight adjusted, and the darker shadows of the space became visible. She scanned the scene.
In the middle of the room sat an oversized bed covered in black velvet and satin. Her arms and legs quivered. A roughly made wooden table stood with two straight-backed chairs in the corner, and a tray of appetizing food awaited.
She stood frozen, anticipating his appearance. Her heart thumped in her chest. Was he hiding? She began to turn—
“Do not turn around, Miss Manning.” His voice whispered against her ear.
She jumped at the husky sound, but didn’t try to move away.
He ran his hands across her shoulders and trailed his fingers down her bare arms. “Are you frightened, kitten?”
Her skin tingled at his simple, but intimate touch. The heat from his massive body radiated against her back though he never made contact with it. Although she couldn’t see him, his presence filled the room, and the walls seemed to shrink at his closeness. “I’m a little scared. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I guess you do—”
His finger glided up her shoulder to press against her lips and his whispered rebuke filled her ear. “Silence.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure and fear mingled in her mind and over her skin. She wanted so bad to turn her head and look at him, but somehow she knew she shouldn’t.
The spicy masculine scent of him filled the air, and his moist, heavy breath sent waves of heat down her neck. “During this portion of the evening you will only speak when asked a direct question, and you will address me as ‘Sir’. Understand?”
Concentrating on his words, she had to strain to hear him over her pounding heart but nodded. In the dim light of the candles, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremities and every place in between.
“There’s nothing to be frightened of.”
He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to her nape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitive skin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and throbbed. The mystery of him enticed her as much as his touch and scent.
He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. She melted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant, carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing the chill of fear.
“I’m going to remove your dress.”
“Okay.” The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvet baritone held a familiar lilt she couldn’t place, but surely if she’d heard that sexy sound before, she’d remember. Right now she was so aroused, it could be her high school boyfriend and she wouldn’t know—or care.
“Okay, what?”
Her body tensed at his rebuke. “Okay, Sir.”
“You have enough discipline coming this evening for past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let’s not complicate matters by increasing their number. All right?”
“All right, Sir.” She sucked in a breath at the mention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that mean to him?
Major Love ~~~ Major Romance
Prior to becoming a writer of romantic fiction, Casea Major worked in the legal field for a non-profit dispute resolution company for ten years. She is now a full-time mom to three preschool children with whom she and her husband live happily…most of the time. When she isn’t chained to her laptop, she enjoys Cary Grant movies and crocheting.
They’re Hot and Irish Born by Olivia Starke
Happy St. Patty’s Day! Please welcome Olivia Starke to my Blog!
They’re HOT and IRISH Born!
To celebrate St. Patty’s day I thought I’d give readers a break from the corned beef hash and green beer (neither which I care for) to ogle a few Irish born hotties.
Jonathon Rhys Meyers
Born in Dublin, Ireland, he’s made his mark in indie films with Velvet Goldmine. He’s had various other roles in films, but they’re escaping me right now. Seriously, Google this guy on images and you’ll see what I mean….
Liam Neeson
From Northern Ireland, he may not have that bad boy hotness, but I adore his acting. I could list his vast resume here, but we all know how awesome he is.
Colin Farrell
And speaking of bad boys….Yup, he’s all Irish yumminess. There’s even a film floating around somewhere of him getting freaky with a Playboy Bunny.
Pierce Brosnan
Born in County Meath, Ireland, he moved to London as a child. Remember Remington Steele? Yup, I had a crush on him then, even though I was way too young to have crushes. And he remains my fave 007, regardless.
Olivia Starke
M/M/F available at Decadent Publishing and Kindle!
Maddie takes a weekend camping trip to forget her two timing ex-boyfriend. Instead of peace and quiet, she stumbles upon two hunks who put the wild in wilderness. And they have plans of their own—to heat up her sexless life. An evening of rowdy lovin’ is just what she needs to get over her broken heart.
When she joins them in a trio that leaves her satisfied and exhausted, they have one more surprise in store called Midnight Madness…
Excerpt:
Who the hell has an orgy in the middle of the wilderness?
Reported random animal attacks had been Maddie’s concern, not the harassing sounds of sex. She needed peace and quiet to lick her wounds and sort out her life. Not the lusty grunts of some overzealous man giving it to his lady. For the past two hours.
Seriously, two flippin’ hours? She charged through the woods, ready to rain on someone’s parade. They’d just have to find someplace else to have an obscenely loud lovefest.
“God, the nerve of some people.”
She batted at a fly buzzing around her head. So what if she hadn’t had an orgasm in four months—thanks to her selfish ex-boyfriend—well, not one that wasn’t self-induced. And who cared if sex had been nonexistent while the relationship had suffered a slow, painful death.
“Men suck. Certainly no marathon lovemaking for me anytime soon.” She yanked at a limb and flinched when it lashed back against her face, knocking her glasses off. Unreasonable anger boiled over.
“Son-of-a-bitch, piece of….” She kicked out at nothing in particular, giving in to the long overdue temper tantrum. Brambles hooked around her foot and she did a face plant on the leaf-covered forest floor. My utter lack of grace strikes again. Rolling onto her back, she spit out dirt and stuck a scraped finger into her mouth. The wound smarted, distracting her from her fury. She stared at the blue sky through the budding tree limbs, sweat breaking out on her brow. The unseasonably warm spring had driven her to seek a peaceful weekend camping retreat. Maybe she should’ve opted for a hotel with air-conditioning instead. And a six pack of beer, give or take another twelve pack.
“Oh God, yes! More, more, more….” The deep, male voice echoed through the hollow.
Maddie pummeled the ground with her fists. “You oversexed freak!” Her words were drowned out by the man’s grunts.
Tell Me No Lies Blog Tour
*Giveaway hosted at each blog stop!*
March 14th – Review with Chick Lit = The New Black
http://clnbblogtours.blogspot.com/2012/03/tell-me-no-lies-by-mahalia-levey.html
March 15th – Review with Romancing The Darkside
March 16th- Review with Sweeping Me
March 18th – Review with Wicked Readings
March 21st – Review with Kaitlin Michelle
March 22nd- Review with Mama Kitty
March 23rd – Excerpt with Mama Kitty
Blurb:
Dancing isn’t easy. Four nights a week Caileigh disappears into the persona of ‘Autumn’ to make a decent buck. The foster care system didn’t prepare her for what happens after turning twenty-one. Armed with only a high school diploma and forty bucks, she’s thrust on the hard cold streets, where she takes the only job a young girl with no prospects can get. Selling small pieces of herself to strangers isn’t the life she wishes for. Deep down she aches for a better life.
A scant piece of paper gives Orias the name of a seedy business and a photograph to keep vigil over his newest target. To find such beauty among the dredges of society wrecks every ounce of intelligence he possesses. For once, despite his being fallen, Orias thinks to disobey a direct order—never touch the protected. The way she moves on stage entrances him, but the sadness hidden underneath a facade of sexual promise makes him want to battle all her demons. Underneath his dark soul, he craves her light and the warmth of love. Will Fate allow them a life together?
Check Back! I’ll be posting the additional links each blog date! Hope to see you there 
Valentine’s Fun!
Once again Valentine’s is just around the corner. I love the romance of the special date for lovers. My fiance however considers it just another day, since romance should be more than just one day and not commercialized. He is romantic some but not the flowers and candy or so I thought. Last year I recieved flowers, candy and a stuffed bear by floral delivery at home and a pretty heart-shaped pendant during dinner. I stand corrected, while he personally doesn’t get into the meaning of the holiday, he does because I enjoy it.
What does Valentines mean to you? Is it just another day or is it a day to celebrate being in love and sharing a bond with someone you wish to spend the rest of your life with?
I love the little heart candies with the love sayings on them, Cupid and his bows making romance for all who are searching 
I like the chocolates although I can’t eat them anymore lol!
Be Mine
Dancing isn’t easy. Four nights a week Caileigh disappears into the persona of ‘Autumn’ to make a decent buck. The foster care system didn’t prepare her for what happens after turning twenty-one. Armed with only a high school diploma and forty bucks, she’s thrust on the hard cold streets, where she takes the only job a young girl with no prospects can get. Selling small pieces of herself to strangers isn’t the life she wishes for. Deep down she aches for a better life.
Orias keeps vigil on his newest target. Normally he possesses more intelligence. The scant piece of paper gives him the name of a seedy business and a photograph. To find such beauty among the dredges of society affects him. The way she moves on the stage entrances him, but the sadness hidden underneath a facade of sexual promise moves him. For once the fallen thinks to disobey a direct order. Underneath his dark soul he craves for light and warmth of love.
Tag: Even miracles can happen in one night.
Coming Feb 21st from Decadent Publishing
*****Contes*****
For US and Canada residents only.
I’ll be giving away a set of body paint, swag and small female finger stimulator as a fun gift. All you have to do is answer the questions, leave an email address in the comment. I’ll give extra entry to those following me on twitter and facebook for an addl chance.
The Contest Ends Feb 10th at midnight. All entries must be in and email addressess must be in the response to be counted. I’ll random.org pick a winner!
