Yeah, the Matchbox Twenty song is playing on my iPod and I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s 3:39 in the morning and I can’t sleep. So I decided to go ahead and work on today’s blog, and maybe by the time I’m through I’ll be more relaxed. I haven’t been troubled with insomnia for a while, but I never worry too much about it. It’s not like I have a regular day job where I have to keep to a schedule anyway. Just another reason I really love my job.

Work’s been going well on the big book. Or at least the page count is steadily rising. There are some rough spots I have to go back and fix, but that happens. I just have to think on how for a while. I have other works I need to begin soon, but I haven’t been able to settle on plots. Maybe you can make some suggestions…

First is a short story I want to submit for consideration for a romantica collection. If you can think of a premise for a short, romantic hot-as-hell story—fire away! I also have to settle on an idea for the next couple of cowboy novellas for Samhain. I loved writing Unbridled and Unforgiven and having them so closely interwoven. I’d like to do that again.

Oh hell. Falling in Love at a Coffeeshop is playing now.

I never knew,
just what is was
about this old coffeeshop I love so much.
All of the while I never knew,
all of the while it was you…

I really, really didn’t need that song in my head before I crawl back into bed. I’ll be dreaming about being naked in coffeeshops or about aliens cutting in line ahead of me in the line at Starbucks ordering mocha cappucinos. Oh, okay. V is for Vampire by Powerman 5000 just started. Should have more interesting dreams now.

V is for vampire
V is for blood
So give me your money
I’ll give you my love.

Later! ~DD

Yesterday’s winner is announced at the bottom of this post! ~DD

Note from Jen, half of Ashleigh Raine:

(Just a note from DD: If you’ve never been to Ashleigh’s website, there is a very cool page dedicated to half of the writing duo’s adventures as a walk-on actress in Hollywood movies and TV shows.)

Nationally bestselling author, Anya Bast, gave us a great cover quote for this book, and I can’t thank her enough for it: “Forsaken Talisman is a romantic, action-packed adventure you won’t want to miss, filled with characters the reader will care about from the first paragraph. Ashleigh Raine delivers a thrilling story that will have you turning pages well into the morning hours.”

Forsaken Talisman, book two in the Talisman Bay series, is Dusty and Skylar’s love story, but you also get to spend time with many other characters you met in book one of the series, Lover’s Talisman, as well. More mysteries are unveiled, surprise relationships are evolving. If you haven’t read the series yet and you enjoy paranormal romantic thrillers with hot sex, we hope you’ll give this series a try.

Forsaken Talisman by Ashleigh Raine

Is she a victim of a madman’s agenda, or a willing player in his demonic games?

Book two in the Talisman Bay series.

Kidnapped and mind-wiped by the Shadow Walkers’ greatest nemesis, Skylar has no memories of her own, except for her name. All she knows is what memories she does possess belong to someone else—as does her face—and that she can’t trust anyone, including herself.
Shadow Walker Dusty Clements goes against direct orders to rescue Skylar and take her into hiding. It’s the only way to get to the truth, and keep her out of the hands of an enemy who could use her to wipe out the entire organization. The last complication Dusty needs is to fall for her.

As Dusty and Skylar work to uncover the secrets of her past, they discover a mystery more than twenty years in the making, and a love they can’t deny.

The enemy has one more trick up his sleeve though—a magical kiss capable of probing the deepest secrets of the mind. All he needs to bring the Shadow Walkers down is to get his lips on Skylar one more time…

This book was previously published but has been completely revised, rewritten, re-edited, with an addition of more than 20,000 words.

Warning, this title contains the following: Sex in an interdimensional cave. Hot men ripping demons apart bare-handed. Liberal use of the f-word as verb, adjective, threat and sexual promise. Oh, and wet and soapy sex in the shower followed by warm bodies sliding between cool sheets—yes, sex in a bed. It’s almost normal!

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An excerpt from Forsaken Talisman

2009 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine

For the past couple hours, Dusty had made Skylar feel good with the tenderness and strength behind his words, his caring, gentle touch.
Once his lips got involved, whoa boy, “good” was no longer an accurate description. Phenomenal. Mind-blowing. Awesome. None of those quite described the sheer joy blossoming within her.

This man, this handsome, sweet, strong and sexy warrior, was kissing her. His lips, warm and soft, brushing against hers, felt like the most natural, the most innately right thing in her world. As though the integral part of who Skylar was, her being, her id, her psyche, recognized and rejoiced in the connection.

He was holding back though, keeping his mouth closed, being as careful with her as he’d been all night. Maybe he just needed to know exactly how he made her feel.
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I’m talking about the inspiration for my freebie Valentine story, Love in Bloom, at the Samhellion today! Join me there if you can. The Samhellion

When Amanda meets her old high-school crush, he doesn’t remember her. A bouquet of flowers and a lost towel spark an affair neither one will forget.

Today’s the day my free short story (okay, not so short since I couldn’t wind it up for 5000 words) debuts at Samhain’s blog. It’s sweet and sexy, and has one glaring typo in it. Please excuse it, but that’s what happens when I edit myself! Click the cover and you’ll be right there. Be sure to leave me a comment too so I know who enjoyed it!

As for my weekly Sunday Report Card, this last week flashed by in frenzy of writing. I’m not sure how good it was, but it was plentiful. I wrote chapters 6-9 of my Berkley book. I may be deleting one scene that I had way too much fun writing. I giggled through the whole thing—a sure sign it’s probably too funny to leave in a Viking story.

The only other noteworthy accomplishment was the sale of First Knight, a medieval set in the My Immortal Knight world. My editor sent me the news on Thursday, and I signed and mailed the contract on Friday.

I also discovered on Friday that the book I sold to EC in early January will be coming out February 17th—so stay tuned for a countdown contest. Fun With Dick and Jayne is superfun, über-sexy and has a threesome. I’ll share more later! Have a great week!

The winner will be announced Saturday. So, be sure to cast your vote,
then post a comment so I know who voted!

I’m offering a $10.00 Amazon.com eCertificate as an incentive to get you to vote. I’d like this nailed (and for you to tell me how DiDi should be nailed) by Saturday AM. And since a guy can have more than one fave, I’ll let you vote for two kinks.

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To find yesterday’s winner, you’ll have to scroll to the bottom of this posting! ~DD

From Adele…

The biggest, baddest, most beautiful Harley-Davidson motorcycle I’d ever seen was parked near the boardwalk by Rehoboth Beach. The bike was pitch-black with bright silver chrome and had a thick, wide black leather seat. The cushion looked custom–extending from the rear passenger seat to the front, and then up toward the groove between the handle bars. Long enough to recline against.

Like a portable bed.

That seat inspired the setting for the final love scene in my erotic romance novel REV ME UP.

I’ve researched hundreds of photographs of Harley-Davidson motorcycles since the day I saw that custom bike and have yet to find another like it. The motorcycle pictured below is similar, copied from a free site and offered by topspeed.com. There are thousands of pictures of Harley-Davidson motorcycles on the Internet if you want to relax and browse.

Can you imagine riding one of these with the hero of your dreams? Owning one of your own? Close your eyes and REV!

What’s your favorite motorcycle fantasy? Tell us in the comments section.

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Lisa has always been a Good Girl. When she flashes her breasts at the hunk riding by on his Harley, her wild impulse seems like harmless fun. How could she know he’d hit the curb and land at her feet? To make amends with the cop from Santa Fe, Lisa agrees to have a cocktail with him. When she slides on the bike and wraps her arms around Antonio’s buff body, they take off on the ultimate ride.

With sexy Antonio by her side and the lust blazing between them, this Bad Girl may have a chance to have it all. As long as an ex-boyfriend out for revenge doesn’t destroy her new happiness.

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The first thing Antonio Alvarez noticed about the woman on the sidewalk was her waist length, light brown hair. He revved his Harley and watched her stroll along the curb line of this high-end tourist avenue with her head high and tanned arms swinging. Her hair swayed along her back, swishing between her shoulder blades, the tips caressing her bare waist above the rolled-down shorts curving over her hips. The white stretch of fabric that barely covered her round, slightly protruding butt clung to the split in her cheeks like the skin on a ripe peach. Below, the hem flashed orbs of alabaster skin like tiny quarter moons. A thong framed her tight, exquisite ass. Long, taut, tanned legs and small feet in high espadrilles moved in time to the sway of her hair. She must have heard his motorcycle behind her then, because she looked over her left shoulder and slowed her stride to check him out.

When she turned her face, their eyes met and Antonio’s adrenaline surged as if she had kissed him. His heart raced and he revved the engine of his bike again. The noise made her laugh, a clear, pleasant sound that reverberated through the air, linking them. He breathed in her laugh, trying to capture the peal inside his chest to cheer him the rest of the day.

Antonio smiled.

The woman smiled back, flashing white, perfect teeth. The symmetry of her sculpted features and open, friendly expression drew him closer. Passersby strolled in the opposite direction eating ice cream, walking their dogs or pointing out quaint shops to visit. Antonio barely noticed them. The woman in the woven espadrilles, tight white shorts and gauzy red cotton tank top stood out in the crowd like a holograph against a flat surface. Suddenly, the reason for his visit to Annapolis vanished. Antonio needed to meet this woman and see her again.

And again.

Looking at her jolted his dulled senses and numbed heart to life after a long drought. He hadn’t so much as glanced at another woman since Estela’s death. It had been eighteen months since the woman he loved was killed in the line of duty and he had never been unfaithful to her memory.

Until now.

The woman on the sidewalk revived him like a swim upward from the cold depths of the sea.

His friends would say it was about time.

Adele Dubois
DESERT FEVER, EPIC Award Finalist!
REV ME UP, Reviewer TOP PICK!

The winner of yesterday’s contest (by random number generator) is…savonna!

I get that you want DiDi to wake up disoriented, dirty and sore in places that would seem strange for a woman who lives alone. First shock, the handcuff on her wrist; second, the shower running and she doesn’t know if it’s Danny or Mason who steps out. Mason walks out with towel around his hips… Then what?

You know I’m on a deadline to write a big book and I don’t want to expend my own imagination on your story! So, tell me what kink you think Mason might be into. I’ll assemble your suggestions for one last poll. And try to be polite in your language. I might blush. :blush:

If this is the first you’ve heard of Cat Tails: Bad Moon Rising, click on the cover to read the first two installments!