UPDATE: The winner is Shirley Long!

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Once upon a time someone told me a story idea about a Gladiator style fight club that I just HAD to write. I said no. For a year and a half. He just kept saying what a good idea it was and how I could call it Gladi-Rapers. Yes, you read that right. Gladi-Rapers. Politically correct and I parted ways a while ago. I LOVED the name cause it was so filthy, but writing a historical **gag** book was just not something I want anything to do with so I said no again because it’s historical. My guy blinked and said, “It’s not historical. It’s modern day. Like MMA meets a super dirty underground sex club.”

Mind. Blown.

Within 24 hours Gladi-Rapers was outlined and ready to be written and a complete secret because I didn’t want to say anything about it until it was done and wrapped up like a dirty little present. I couldn’t write it fast enough. I definitely let my kink flag fly high on this one. Can you say filthy ladies???

Once it was written I could think of anyone one else I wanted to edit this story but Delilah Devlin. She was wonderful and gracious to fit me into her already crazy schedule. So thankful!!

And I started work on the cover with the amazing Syneca Featherstone. She created one cover with my female Gladi-Raper on it and I loved it. LOVED it!! Then I sent everything to my formatter to get it ready to go. Yea! Until he pulled the break on it with a huge warning that Amazon would more than likely NEVER let my book see the light of day because of the title and the tag line about consent. DAMN YOU AMAZON!!

So I changed the title to Her Creed, the series name to The Cage, the tagline and the cover and WHAMMO! I had something amazing that depicted the story perfectly and I couldn’t be happier with the finished product.

But you see I have a problem. I had a handful of eval print books made with the other cover so I was hoping somebody might want a copy to help me out. You know. Help me clean them out of my office. So the following bit of awesome is up for giveaway for the next couple days. And if I get a large enough response I’ll give away two prize packages to two different winners. The first prize pack has a print book, swag, a bag of dicks CAUSE WHO DOESN”T WANT A BAG OF DICKS and a dick bowl to put your bag of dicks in. WHERE ELSE WOULD YOU PUT THEM???? And I have an amazing bag from the Wild Wicked Weekend 2016. All of the signing authors are on there and the male hosts have all signed the back. So I need to find the goodies a good home. Want to help me out?? (Please note no one was harmed in collecting the bag of dicks, and I only have one bag, so comment early!!!)

To enter all you have to do is sign up for my newsletter which you can find here and comment below that you’ve signed up. Super simple!

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And I’ll leave some deliciousness below to tempt your kinky appetite…..

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Fighters take the ultimate prize for victory…

Underage KC snuck into the underground fight club called The Cage. But it was no ordinary fight club. The participants didn’t battle for titles or a useless belt to collect dust. The men and women brawled for only one thing. To be the victor and take the spoils of war they’d earned with their blood, sweat and tears. Not for money or jewels. They fought for the right to take the loser in any way—and any hole—of their choosing.

But KC was discovered by one of the bouncers and taken to a room with no way out. To the office of the owner, Creed, who held more than just her fate in his hands…

He’d seen hundreds of warriors find their way to his door with visions of grandeur and conquest. But it took a girl not yet a woman to remind him why he worked so tirelessly day in and day out. Her eyes. They would haunt him long after he threw her out of his arena and told her never to return.

Years later, they meet again, and KC is ready to take her place amongst his fighters. Creed wants nothing to do with the woman she’s become, but their fate has an interesting way of setting things right.

Consent has never seen this kind of fight club…

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey

About the Author

Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Website – Newsletter – The Decadent Divas– Amazon Page
Facebook – Facebook Author Page – Twitter – Goodreads – Pinterest

UPDATE: The winner is…Pamela Reveal!

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I’m hard at work this week, writing the next Stepbrothers Stepping Out story, and prepping two novellas—one a SEAL story, the other a futuristic—to have ready for pre-order. I like setting up pre-orders because they set hard deadlines. I have to wrap up my work (writing/revising) by a certain date, so Amazon doesn’t slap my hand. I need deadlines. Need a whip cracking over my head to get things done.

Did anyone watch the Tony award show Sunday night? Wow. Just wow. My daughter and I are award show junkies. We watch the Oscars to look at the pretty dresses and to find out about movies we’ve never seen or heard of. Since the Oscars, we’ve watched Room (OMFG, can any movie be more depressing?) and The Revenant (Gah! How did they make twenty minutes of story stretch 2 1/2 hours long?). We watch the Grammy’s hoping for great performances, and usually, there’s only one or two we can point to and say Wow! The Tony award show was one stellar performance after another. Dear lord, those people can really sing and act. And now, I’m a Hamilton fan! Hell, I haven’t seen the play in its entirety, but I’m ready to buy the cast recording!!

Okay, so rambling again, and I did have something fun I wanted to share with you today. I’m going to make you work a bit! Writers love “prompts”. Something that unlocks a story in our heads. It’s a lovely exercise in stretching our imaginations. A place to begin brainstorming. I have this photo I bought from a photo stock site that I just know will unlock stories. Love the pun? See how I did that? Not impressed? *sigh*

Okay, here’s the deal. Look at the picture. Think about a story that might fit that picture. Tell me a story in the comments, and you’ll be entered to win an Amazon gift card. You can type one line if you like, and you’ll have an equal chance to win. Above all, have fun!

What’s your fantasy? As an erotic romance author, I’m a bit obsessed with that particular question, and it tends to be a core component of my stories. Some of the best—AKA: interesting—times I’ve had doing research for my books involved delving into the land of fetishes. There’s a kink for just about anything you can imagine. Or don’t want to imagine, in some cases. *side-eye to the rubber flounder paddle on the clown fetish site* I’ve used my fair share of fantasy scenarios in my stories. Bondage, spanking, body painting, exhibition, voyeurism, just to name a few. Right now I’m writing the newest book for my Kinky Chronicles series and the heroine is a phone sex operator. It’s been an eye-opening experience “living” in her world and discovering some of the kinks her clients are into. Plus it allows me to fulfill my lifelong dream of writing a unicorn sex scene. It’s happening, folks. The end is nigh. Prepare to never look at Rainbow Brite the same way again. But I digress…

Sometimes the fantasy involves a human character, with nary a hoof or horn in sight. Although there is still plenty of horniness. *insert groan at lame joke attempt* In another Kinky Chronicles story, Report For Booty, the heroine has always had a yen for G.I. Joe. So naturally sexy things happen when she meets the two retired Army Ranger hunks next door. There might even be a box of vibrators involved. Sadly, none of them are named Bumble Hooves the Unicorn or Virgil the Drippy Dragon. Those will be making a special appearance in another book. >.>

If you’re feeling particularly brave, tell me what your fantasy is. Or what fantasy/ kink scenario you’d like to read in a book. One random commenter will win a digital copy from my backlist. Entry is open to all and winner will be chosen on Friday, June 17^th.

Report For Booty

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Mason Gamble and Nash Vincent are pros at making people sweat. As former Army Rangers who run the toughest, ball-busting fitness boot camp in Michigan, they take great pride in that fact. But thanks to the knockout brunette house sitting next door, suddenly they’re the ones experiencing excess perspiration. Fortunately, the perfect opportunity to be neighborly presents itself courtesy of a package delivery snafu.

Regan Wallace has trust issues. Specifically, trusting that her best friend won’t make good on her threat to send a Strip-O-Gram for Regan’s birthday. Is it any wonder she’d jump to the wrong conclusion when two gorgeous, camo-garbed hunks land on her front doorstep? Oops. The crazy part? They don’t seem the least bit scandalized or offended by her boneheaded blunder. Judging by the sinful heat in their eyes, they’re all too happy to provide her with a little two-on-one dirty dancing. For a woman recovering from a bad breakup, fielding the interest of two sex-on-a-stick men is both surreal and exhilarating. Indulging in a three-way fling? Completely out of her comfort zone. But with her stay limited to a week, some no-strings-attached sex might be precisely what she needs to get her confidence back in stride.

None of them are prepared for the consequences of a sexy fling feeling like so much more. As Regan’s stay draws closer to an end, Mason and Nash realize there’s no way in hell they’re letting the perfect woman slip through their fingers. And when it comes to fighting for her love, there are no fitter warriors for the ultimate battle to her heart.

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Jodi Redford ~  Imaginary superhero. Lover of waffles and bacon. Scribe of erotic romance novels. A few of her readers have officially nicknamed her the Mistress of Naughtiness. She likes it because it makes her sound like an imaginary superhero dominatrix.

She has won numerous awards, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star. When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.

Jodi loves to hear from readers! You can visit her online at www.jodiredford.com and Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. You can also sign up for her newsletter: https://eepurl.com/btQSlL

Hi all and welcome to my blog takeover. Many thanks to Delilah Devlin for allowing me and my characters to invade her website.

My name is Claire Davon and I love to write romance, primarily paranormal and contemporary. Starting from a young age I always loved to read the happy ending romances, which in my day were the short Harlequin novels. There was a store at the end of my trolley line in Brookline, Massachusetts that used to stock the slim 180 page Harlequins on a carousel outside for 25 cents a book. I read lord knows how many before I discovered the saucier versions in Rosemary Rogers and the like. I wrote for a lot of years before giving up after being shot down by Harlequin (and I thought it would be so easy) and putting away my pen for a time.

Fast forward several years to more recent years when my stories simply wouldn’t let me alone and I went back to writing. I am proud to say that on June 21^st my paranormal romance novel Fire Danger, the first in the Elementals’ Challenge series, is being released by Samhain Publishing. This novel is truly a labor of love. It started ten years ago when I had this idea about four immortal Elementals who were once human trying to save the world. It evolved to what it is today with the basic premise intact. This is the first of five books with each book having a happily ever after. What is romance without that promise of bliss (with a whole lot of spice)? These Elementals have unique powers specific to their station and have to save the world one Challenge at a time, all while facing the most baffling mystery of all—the opposite sex!

All her life, a faint memory of her parents and fire has glowed at the back of Rachel Quinn’s mind. With her parents long dead, there is no one to clarify what it means.

When a gorgeous winged man rescues her from a pack of werewolves, something flares to life inside Rachel. Suddenly she can see the paranormal world around her, a world unseen by mortals. And far more complicated.

Here is an excerpt:

“You’re not serious. Elementals are supposed to save the world.”

Phoenix squared his shoulders and shook his head. His mind was blocked from her, and she had no idea what he was thinking.

“It’s unimportant. What is important is finding out the truth about you.”

The stiffness of his body told her this was not the time to pursue this line of questioning. Unsure whether she should believe him, Rachel filed the comment away for future attention. Then the memory of the car accident drew her back. “Why don’t I remember? Why don’t I know?”

He turned to look at her and his big body almost filled the window, blocking the view.

“Why don’t I have wings if I’m what I saw in that vision? Why don’t I have more…power?” Her body heated again, and part of her wanted to be that winged  creature with the power of fire at her command. She yearned for it, like it was a part of her she hadn’t known was missing until this moment.

Phoenix shrugged, his shoulders flexing. “There was something there, interfering, maybe protecting. I’m not sure. As to your wings, not all Ifrit have them.”

“Shouldn’t I look more…different?”

Another shrug.

Heat warmed her face as her temper started to fray. The visions Phoenix had teased from her mind made her feel off-balance, like a wobbling top. She dashed across the room to him, her face heating with anger. “I am so confused.”

Rachel did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him.

Phoenix reacted, his arms immediately closing around her. His tongue sought hers, probing, demanding a response, which she gave, meeting his desire with a hot, burning need of her own. It flared like fire between them, passion that came to life instantly.

He broke off the kiss only to nibble on her ear. His breath was warm, and she shuddered with wanting him. She had to have him. She was projecting desire and she didn’t care.

He chuckled. “Come, Rachel. I want you so much. This Phoenix is hungry.” His hips thrust against hers, leaving her no doubt of his fierce arousal.

“Yes. Now. Now.”

“Hungry Ifrit too.” His laugh was fierce and possessive, tinged with hunger. Phoenix lifted her and kissed her. His lips moved over hers until she let out a breath and opened her lips to his.

With Phoenix she was a queen. All the pent-up passion inside her could finally be expressed without fear. But her desire, her needs, were so intense she thought maybe even an immortal Phoenix couldn’t deal with it.

“I can deal with it, Rachel. Give me everything. I need all you have. I have to have it,” he said on a fervent whisper.

“Aleric.” She leaned against him. “What I feel, it scares me.”

He gathered her body into his arms, pulling her legs around his waist, and started kissing her neck. “It should scare you. I should scare you.”

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Links:

Samhain: https://www.samhainpublishing.com/book/5815/fire-danger
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Danger-Claire-Davon-ebook/dp/B01A0P6FFS?ie=UTF8&keywords=claire%20davon&qid=1465258224&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1

Contest

Want to win a $10 Amazon egift card? Just like my Facebook page between now and June 21 and let me know you have done so. I will draw a name on release day!

Also, if anyone would like to review Fire Danger, please email me and I can provide you with a free review copy in exchange for an honest review.

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As a change of pace, I have a sweet fantasy novella that draws from the Elementals world but with characters completely outside of the four main characters in that story arc. This story focuses on a Spanish water woman and the African two-horned mythical beast who needs her help. The story, titled Water Woman was included in Roane Publishing’s “Masked Hearts” anthology released on May 21st, 2016.

Here is an excerpt:

Walking to the front door, she opened it. Concentrating, Isidora bade the lock on the outside gate to release and swing open. When it did so the intruders plunged through, their unshaved faces split with smiles at this unexpected piece of good luck.

Their delight turned to frowns when they saw the woman standing in the doorway. She knew she was not imposing to the untrained eye. All Alojas were small women. Their power did not come from height or strength of their human bodies. It came from within and from the ability to command water.

Hoping that Kimoni had stayed behind to protect his grandfather, Isidora smiled at her intruders.

“Looking for me, tontos?”

The men looked at each other. They appeared to be common street thugs, hired to find a brute force way into her place. Her opponent had underestimated her.

“You are Isidora Marin?” the bigger one asked, moving toward her. Isidora smiled thinly and nodded.

“You have been sent on a fool’s errand,” she said. “Turn around and leave now and no harm will come to you.” Yet. Nobody could try to break into her home and not pay a price. That would come later. Let them think they could walk away now.

The other man grinned, his smile missing a tooth. Poor souls had no idea what they were getting into.

“Come with us and no harm will come to you, bruja,” he countered.

Witch. Well, they knew who she was. That made them twice the fools to come here.

“Why are you here?” she asked. “What do you want of me?”

The bigger man shrugged. “We weren’t paid to ask questions. Just to get in. Come with us and we get a bonus.”

In the distance she heard pounding hooves. They were loud in the quiet early morning of the new day. At this hour the only thing stirring were night creatures, criminals and Kimoni. She could handle these men but her senses stirred at the idea that he was galloping to her rescue. Were the other men following him? She was sure of it. She hoped they did not find his grandfather but it was too late to worry about these things. He was coming. No other horse would be on the street now.

Kimoni, mane flying and eyes wild, plunged through the open door and pivoted to a halt, his hindquarters spinning as he stopped between her and the would-be thieves. Flanks heaving, he snorted, his body across the path of the others. He pawed at the ground with one hoof and lowered his smaller nose horn to the men.

Links:
Roane Publishing: https://www.roanepublishing.com/category-s/203.htm
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01FZPTST8

About Claire

While Claire Davon’s novels focus on romance, Claire likes to write across a wide variety of genres when it comes to short stories. Many of her shorts are set in her Elementals world, a world that will see its first full length novel released on June 21, 2016 by Samhain Publishing. She also has a novella in Roane Publishing’s Masked Hearts anthology and has had over ten short stories in many genres released in the past year. Before signing with Samhain Claire self-published two contemporary romances and a series of urban fantasy novellas. She is a member of RWA as well as her local chapter LARA.

In her spare time Claire likes to read, help animals, enjoy the sunshine and pretend to clean. She moved from Brookline, Massachusetts to Los Angeles and now calls it home.

Want to learn more about Claire? She can be found at the following links and she always loves to hear from people so feel free to sign up for her newsletter on her website or just drop her a line!

Website: www.clairedavon.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ClaireDavonindieauthor/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Bibimarlowe

UPDATE: The winner is…Gayle Lazur!

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I recently received rights back for some novelettes (stories around 10,000 words) that I never thought would see the light of day again. Four of the them. Now, I just have to find time to revise them and get them ready for re-release. Whee! These are the old titles, not sure if I want to re-title them. What do you think?

• Close Encounters of the Carnal Kind (sci-fi)
• Making the Madam (historical)
• Her Lance-A-Lot (historical)
• Raptor’s Prey (sci-fi)

So, more to cram into my already tight work schedule. Yesterday, I finished up a novella entitled Baby, It’s You, the next story in my Uncharted SEALs series. Next up is Before You Kiss Me. I have to start that one like last week, but don’t have a clue what it will be about. I do have a title though… Yeah, nothing coming to me yet…

And I have to start my next Stepbrothers Stepping Out short story, “With His Pack”. I know where that one starts—her awakening in human skin on all fours, in the middle of the pack’s single males. How awkward, right? 🙂 Now, I just have to figure out the rest of the story.

Oh, and among all the writing and revision, I have a month-long bootcamp to teach. And it’s summer, so the pool beckons. Maybe I can do my brainstorming while I float in the pool, huh?

I woke up this morning when my alarm went off with a horrendous headache. (Yes, I still set alarms. I have to treat this job like a real job!) I took ibuprofen and went back to sleep for an hour. Headache’s receded, but still there. Must drink lots of water today, because I’ll bet yesterday I didn’t…

But I’m rambling.

Let’s do a contest. Prize will be a small Amazon gift card!

Tell me what you think about these upcoming covers.
Which stories do you want to read?

Just got back from a 2-week trip to Italy, France & Switzerland. It was freakin’ fantastic! We didn’t spend any time in Rome this visit. Instead, we drove the rental car north and visited the ancient hilltop town of Orvieto. Narrow streets, lovely cathedral, amazing views of the Italian countryside.

The next day we drove north to Florence to see the statue of David and the Duomo. Lovely sites, lots of status, amazing artwork hundreds of years old.

Then we swung west to Pisa, where my husband climbed the leaning tower while I sipped wine and watched. Been there, done that last time.

From Pisa, we headed west to the Italian Riviera town of Riomaggiore in the Cinque Terre district. We took a boat tour of the 5 towns in the district and explored Montorossa. Loved the views. They were to die for!

From there, we headed to Milan and toured the church in the center of the city and stayed a night before catching the train to Geneva where we attended an airshow, where wealthy people toured lavish planes and bought them!

Our last day, we visited the town of Montreux on Lake Geneva where Chillon Castle is perched on the edge of the lake with the Alps in the background. Lord Byron wrote about the Prisoner of Chillon. We walked through that prison! It was amazing. The entire trip was bellissimo!

And now that I’m back, I get to celebrate the release of JUSTICE BURNING, book #2 in the Hellfire Series. Like cowboys? Like lawmen? Toss in a runaway bride and you might just get chemistry!

Hot sheriff’s deputy rescues a beautiful runaway bride
with a deadly secret in her trunk

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I’m in editing mode today. Working on someone else’s wonderful pages. When I finish, I’ll go back to wrapping up my next Uncharted SEAL story, Baby, It’s You. Love SEALs who are cowboys? Yeah, that’s what’s next. In the meantime, the excerpt below is a reminder of what came before… Enjoy!

Comment for a chance to win one of these stories!

Her Next Breath

Ex-SEAL Jackson Keller’s first mission with the Charter Group’s spec ops unit is a bust. Instead of capturing a drug lord in his Mexican compound, he finds a beautiful, naked woman. But she may have information they need to nail the narco-terrorist, so he takes her, sealing his fate. She’s his to watch, his to “manage” until the op’s done.

Suri McAnally’s made some mistakes—mainly trusting her college roomie who just so happens to be the son of one of Mexico’s most dangerous drug lords. If Jackson can save her, she’ll do whatever he says, mirror his moves, and try to keep her insta-lust under control. Her next breath depends on it.

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When Suri awoke, it was to discover she was resting inside the curve of Jackson’s arm, her thigh draped over his, her head on his chest. She didn’t know who’d moved the blanket. Maybe they’d both naturally gravitated together. She hated to think she might have been the one to cross the line demarking their personal space.

Partly because she didn’t want to wake him, and partly because it was a new experience lying inside a man’s embrace, she held her breath and remained perfectly still. She breathed in his scent, which was a sagey musk combined with the remaining odor of the paint he’d worn on his face. His skin was smooth, warm, tanned and cloaked a hard, very muscular frame. Her fingertips tingled, and she very nearly gave into the temptation to run one tip over his hard abs. Instead, she curled her hand into a fist.

Last night when she’d seen him fully for the first time—without the paint, his body nearly nude—she’d felt her knees wobble. He was devastatingly handsome, not in a pretty-boy way. He was too manly, too large, all hard angles and lovely bulges, with short, nearly dark-brown hair and those cloudy gray eyes. Even the stubble on his chin made her thighs clench.

Suri hoped she didn’t sleep beside him for many more nights or she’d grow accustomed to his physique. Any man she met after this little adventure would pale in comparison.

Her glance traveled downward to the sheet barely covering his hips. Maybe it was the fold of the sheets, but the fabric was tented.

“Playing possum?”

She raised her head and met his gaze, blushing because she’d been caught staring at his sex.

“Didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You’re breathing, aren’t you?” he muttered in a graveled tone.

She frowned, not understanding, and then pushed away from his body although she instantly regretted the loss of his warmth. When she’d first awoken, she’d felt sheltered, safe—and not just from Diego and his henchmen. She’d felt…cherished.

Ridiculous, she knew. And slightly pathetic. Was she really so needy for human connection that she was romanticizing over Jackson?

But in the morning light, his face wasn’t quite so hard-bitten. Scruffy, dark bristles covered his chin and jaw; his gaze rested on her rather than spearing her.

His glance cut away, and he looked at his watch. “Chow’s nearly over. We should dress.”

“I’m starved.”

The corners of his mouth twitched.

His first smile?

And then his features grew remote again, his mouth firmed. “Get dressed. I need to check in with Teague.”

Aware his gaze followed her still, she rose and stretched her arms high, and then headed to her pillow case.

“You do that on purpose, don’t you?”

She aimed a grin over her shoulder. “Why, whatever do you mean?”

His gaze narrowed, but a one-sided smile curved.

Feeling as though she’d accomplished something noteworthy, she entered the bathroom, closing the door against the temptation that was Jackson Keller.