Mahalia Levey

Sweet Affliction by Nicole Morgan!

mahalia2010 — Tue, 29 May 2012 11:33:24 +0000

Hales: When did you seriously sit down, and say to yourself, I’m going to write a novel?

Author: Almost 4 years ago now. Wow. It kind of surprises me it’s been that long. I guess it’s true what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.

NS: What do you find the most difficult to write? Dialogue? Back story? Emotion?

Author: For me I’d have to say it’s dialogue. While it’s such an important part of the story, sometimes I struggle with the right way to make the conversations flow between the characters, so it doesn’t seem to choppy or unnatural.

Hales: Have you ever found that you didn’t like your Hero or your Heroine? If so, what did you do to change that?

Author: I guess maybe in 3^rd book of my Navy SEAL series. Adam, the hero in Sweet Vengeance, Sweet Awakenings 3, was a rough and abrasive type of guy. He didn’t have a soft side to him. Somehow Chelsea was able to soften him up a bit and by the end of the story he had just a little bit of cushion to his rough exterior.

Hales: If you were to start again, with the knowledge you have now, what would be the first thing you do?

Author: I would say my biggest mistake over the years has been trying to juggle social networking with promotion and writing. It’s a hard thing to master, as I’m still learning every day and juggling has never really been a skill of mine. Soon though I hope to be a master!

Hales: Do you write full time, what is your schedule for the day? Or do you have a full time job, if so, when do you find the time to write?

Author: I write full time and don’t have a set schedule. I really should look into making one of those, but I prefer to sit down and write when the creative juice starts to flow and use the other times for emails, promo and the bazillion other things that life throws at us.

Hales: Do you have the support of family and friends?

Author: LOL. This is a funny question. My family is sort of sitting on the fence with the types of books I write. But my friends are amazingly supportive. I have said it many times that I’m one very lucky gal to have the friends that I do.

Hales: What has been the biggest challenge of your career?

Author: Well the biggest challenge used to be staying motivated. I’m happy to say that in the past 7+ months I’ve sort of been on a writing roll. It’s a very rewarding feeling to not feel stagnate in your goals and aspirations, but instead achieving them!

Hales: Where do you expect to be in five years?

Author: In five years I’d like to see any of my books hit the silver screen, but my SEAL books have always held a special place in my heart. Book 1 was the first one I ever wrote and even though throughout the years I think the series is done, I end up coming back to it. By that time I would also like to reach 50 releases. Right now I’m sitting at 8, so I think it’s definitely doable. Wish me luck?

NS: Are you a plotter or a pantser? If you are a plotter, what are you methods?

Author: I am without a doubt a pantser. Even if I attempted to plot everything out ahead of time, I am very confident in that my creativity wouldn’t follow it. The expression, ‘stories tell themselves’ is very true to my writing style. Very rarely will I know what’s going to happen from one chapter to the next. The only thing I am sure of is that in the end I will always give my hero and heroine their happily ever after.

Hales: How have your techniques for character development changed since you’ve been writing? Is it still the same, or has it developed over time, if so how?

Author: The only real difference in my character development is my research. I spend more time researching things than I did years ago in an effort to make sure my characters have as much realism and accuracy as possible.

Hales: Do you have a book coming out? If so what? Do you have a web site? Do you have a blog? My space?

Author: I have 2 scheduled upcoming releases. On June 19^th my book, When Promise Meets Passion comes out. It is the story of a former Marine turned Chief of Police who is having a very hard time fighting his changing feelings for his best friend’s little sister who is also a rookie police officer. There is a lot of emotional turmoil that he contends with in this one. I don’t want to say too much though and give a few of the surprises away, so you’ll just have to wait and see. Then on July 14^th I have the first book in my Incessant Passions series, Impetuous being released through Silver Publishing. It’s my first book with Silver, so I’m very excited.

Here are my main links:

My facebook fan page is: http://facebook.com/nicolemorganfanpage

My twitter page is: http://twitter.com/mornic1

My website is: http://nicolemorgan1.webs.com

My blog is: http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com

Fun

Chocolate or Caramel —- Oohhhh Caramel!!! J

Winter or Summer —- Hmm… they both have their qualities, but I’d have to go with Summer! Nothing beats a summer day in the sun.

Favorite sex toy —- Umm… do I have to pick a favorite? LOL. I’d say anything that vibrates is a very good thing. Where do you think Martha Stewart got the phrase from? It wasn’t her cooking! Haha

Top Fantasy —- Hehehe… 2 men of course. J

Let’s Have A Party!

mahalia2010 — Sun, 06 May 2012 01:02:19 +0000

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.

Siren Book Reviews

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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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1. Tell me two authors who are in one of the charity books I participated on.

2. What’s the name of my free read?

3. Subscribe to my email subscription!

4. Notice the pics on my sideline what genres do you think they represent? This is a bonus question to give an extra entry!

Winner one will win some swag including a sassy sexy coffee mug and some author swag of mine and some of my friends that I have on hand!

Winner two will win two copies of their choice on my website

All you have to do is answer these questions in a comment with your email addy. The winner of swag and the mug is only open to US and Canada residents.

If you’re international make sure you comment I’ll pick a third winner for those abroad. In your comment make sure you put what Country you’re from!

I’ll pick the winners Wed May 9th!

Website/Blog

mahalia2010 — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:47:49 +0000

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.

I want to showcase the multiple genres I love to write. If you notice, I have Military, IR and a playful bondage image!

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!

I’m dreaming up a contest to follow soon!

Website Construction

mahalia2010 — Sun, 22 Apr 2012 17:42:07 +0000

I’m working on changing my website so my website may be down for a few days! Check out my blog in the meantime. I’m hoping for a smooth transition.

Cheyenne Meadows Sharing an Excerpt for her First Launch!

mahalia2010 — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 11:18:35 +0000

Buy Link

My good friend of what six years is releasing her first book this Saturday. I’ve been so excited to help launch her. She is a fantabulous author. I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying her work for years and finally get to see her in the publishing industry right next to my best guy Eddo. It’s so great to see us friends having fun and writing for others besides ourselves and circle of friends. I’m anxiously waiting to buy when the book goes live.

Blurb

Brie expects a relaxing and ordinary vacation from her job as nurse at a local hospital until she gets into mayhem with Rye, local police detective and longtime friend of her family.

Brie welcomes her badly needed vacation, but one phone call tosses those plans out the window. Bad plumbing leaves Rye, a family friend, homeless. He moves in with Brie temporarily, turning her contented life upside down–challenging her into buying sexy lingerie, watching porn, and delving into his police investigations. The flare of excitement, not to mention the instant attraction between the two, turns into something more complicated.
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 man to do but solve the case, catch the bad guys, and get his woman?
What’s a woman to do but show him how it’s done?

Excerpt:

Incessant ringing woke Brie from her exhausted sleep. With a groan she reached out, whapping the alarm clock on the second attempt. Hearing the annoying warble continue, she reached for the device once more. Her muddled brain took a second to figure out the phone woke her. Rolling over, she picked up the receiver. “Hello?” she mumbled, still hoarse from sleep.
“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.”

Blogspot:

http://cheyennemeadows.blogspot.com/

Do You Have Weird Dreams?

mahalia2010 — Thu, 12 Apr 2012 02:41:06 +0000

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!

mahalia2010 — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 12:24:50 +0000

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

Excerpt

“Come on now, sexy. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”

“Not even a good fuck for ole time’s sake. You know the spot we always nabbed, against the wall.”

“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.

“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.

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.

Suddenly Kiss Me Deadly played in her mind. Great time for 80’s rock music to enter her brain.

“The ice melted. I’m good.”

“Heard you were back in town. Plan on staying long?”

“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!

mahalia2010 — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 12:28:48 +0000

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.

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They’re Hot and Irish Born by Olivia Starke

mahalia2010 — Sat, 17 Mar 2012 14:36:40 +0000

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.

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Tell Me No Lies Blog Tour

mahalia2010 — Wed, 14 Mar 2012 12:36:10 +0000

*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