Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Taking Control

by Virginia Nelson

All of us have done something—something amazingly stupid that we think everyone is constantly judging us for because, wow, was that a mess up. The thing about human nature, at least in my experience, is that few have the time to focus on the things we tear ourselves down for. Instead, most folks are busy tearing themselves apart to take a moment and judge us.
However, sometimes our flail is in public, in a forum that can’t be easily forgotten. In the age of reality tv, vines, YouTube and social media taking over the world, it is really easy to become ‘internet famous’ for five minutes and for the rest of your life, you’re the skateboard up the nose guy.
How can you find love past that kind of infamy? Well, Mellie decides to hire a dating service…because she doesn’t want to always be the girl the guy on the reality tv show didn’t pick. Could you be brave enough to do something like that?

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Blurb
Looking for love...
After being voted off Find Your Hubby, a reality TV show, Mellie gave up on finding love. Instead, she spends her final check on a spur-of-the-moment fling, paying for a matchmaking service that offers the perfect person - for one night only.
Can you buy passion?
When the "perfect person" turns out to be a woman, Mellie first questions Madame Eve's choice...then her own desires.

©2012 Virginia Nelson; (P)2014 Virginia Nelson

About the Author
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself. When she’s not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

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Monday, November 24, 2014

Aliens Are Thankful, Too...

by Jessica E. Subject
Hello everyone! As I write my eighth 1Night Stand story, I am very thankful to the line, the co-creators, my editors on the series, Kate and Val, and to Decadent Publishing for helping me to launch my career with my first 1Night Stand story, CELESTIAL SEDUCTION.
As American (I’m Canadian) Thanksgiving approaches, I begin to wonder what my characters would be thankful for. Those from Earth are easy to figure out, but the extraterrestrial heroes and heroines are a little tricky. Or maybe not....

Here’s what my aliens are thankful for:
Frey from Celestial Seduction ~ For being assigned to the mission to Earth, for Madame Eve, and Carrie, and baby Tabitha.
Galan from Satin Sheets in Space ~ For evesdropped conversations, for Madame Eve, and for Danyka especially.
Volan from Satin Sheets in Space ~ For Danyka, of course, and for a fabulous brother willing to share.
Natazekial from Another Night, Another Planet ~ For friends, and for the chance to be reunited with the love of my life.
Skylar from His Alien Virgin ~ For family and friends, for Madame Eve and Leah Castillo, and for my best friend of all, my husband, Daran.

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Celestial Seduction
A 1Night Stand story
By Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
ISBN: 978-1613330944

At the end of his obligated commitment to the Space Service, Frey Berger decides to stay on Earth to further experience human emotions rather than return to Ginnun where his intended has already mated with another. Looking for real love and someone to accept him for what he is, Frey enlists in Madame Evangeline’s popular dating service. Although he does not understand the concept of a one-night stand, he hopes to find his perfect mate.
Carrie Cooper’s husband divorced her for someone who could provide him with children, leaving her with little self-confidence and no desire to let a man hurt her again. Her best friend convinces her to join a dating service, claiming Carrie needs to get laid, while not winding up with a broken heart since her date requires no commitment after the night is over.
Although several misunderstandings nearly derail them before the date has even begun, Carrie and Frey end up becoming closer than they ever believed possible. Still, Frey will need to convince Carrie that her perfect mate isn’t human at all, and that one night can lead to a forever love.

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Excerpt:
No, aliens don’t exist. Or did they? How else could she explain the blue light from his hands and the resulting sensations she’d felt inside? And how could he do things the doctors could not?
If his words were true, she should run away, get as far away from him as possible before he began experimenting on her. Or had he already? But none of his actions brought her any harm. He’d only held her down and kissed her to keep her calm. And maybe even given her the chance to become a mother.
But oh, that kiss.
And now, he sat on the other side of the room, giving her space and time to think things through.
But he doesn’t look like an alien! Why would he make that up though? What would he gain?
“Frey?”
He looked over, his eyes empty, hollow. She’d never seen anyone look as sad without shedding a tear, quite the transformation from the confident human she’d seen enter the room hours earlier.
Guilt overwhelmed her for wanting an answer to the question in her head, but she asked anyway. “Is that what you really look like? I mean, you’re like the perfect male specimen.”
She hoped he’d respond with a smile, but he just shook his head, eyes cast down. “It’s just an illusion created to help us fit in on Earth.”
She hid her panic, but her mind raced with thoughts of an alien invasion. “Us? There’s more like you?”
“There were more of us, but everyone else returned to Ginnun. I’m the only one left on Earth.”
Phew! “Ginnun, what’s that?”
“My home planet.”
“Oh, but why? Why did you come here and why did you decide to stay?”
He glanced toward her. His eyes no longer held any color, their blackness appearing wet. “We came here to learn. The disguise is to prevent spreading fear and violence with our arrival. We mean no harm, but as my kind has travelled through space over the centuries, we have never been met with peace.”
She could understand why. Most people on Earth believed aliens would only come to the planet to take over. Unsure what she believed, she trusted Frey had no intention of hurting her, he’d had plenty of opportunity already. “Again, why did you stay?”
His eyes blinked—sideways. She tried to hide her gasp, but failed and he looked away. “Like I told you, my intended one mated with my former friend. I had no one to return to.”
She slid to the end of the bed, wanting to get closer to him. “Don’t you have family, friends? Are humans really that interesting?” She walked toward him, curious to know and see more.
“No one that matters.” He paused as if he noticed her getting closer. “On Ginnun, we are taught from a young age that displays of emotion are banned, not that those teachings are always successful. Parents aren’t supposed to love their children and husbands can’t show any affection for their wives. When Tandee gave herself to another, it tore me apart, but I wasn’t allowed to feel that way. After only a month here, I knew I didn’t want to return to Ginnun. I wanted to feel.”
She stood in front of him then and held out her hands. His black eyes met hers as he wrapped her hands in his. “You’re okay with what I told you?”
“No, but I’m trying to stay open-minded.” She tried to keep her hands from shaking even as she showed him she could handle the information. “I don’t feel like you want to hurt me though.”
He lightly squeezed her hands, a smile forming on his lips. “I would never bring you harm.”
Lifting one hand up, she gently placed it on the side of his face. “Will you show me what you really look like? I can see your real eyes, but I want to see the rest.”

About Jessica E. Subject:
Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.


Friday, November 21, 2014

The Hero’s Best Friend

    It seems like only yesterday that I was here to chat up my Halloween 1-Night Stand, Flirting with Fire. Even as I was in the midst of writing Leo’s story, I couldn’t help but be intrigued by his potty-mouthed colleague. Leo’s a really nice guy, don’t get me wrong, but he’s reliable, dependable, and by-the-book. It makes him the perfect match for his familiar Cat, but my taste tends to run toward bad boys.
    So as Leo’s best friend forced him to go on the fateful date on All Hallows’ Eve, I was rubbing my hands in anticipatory glee. When his turn came, I planned to have Jack Frost fall hard and fast, and Christmas Eve seemed like the perfect day for this playboy’s undoing. Unable to resist the temptation, I dropped a few hints about his soul mate in Book 1, though the reference was so fleeting most probably missed it.
    As a magical Washington, D.C. gears up for another Snow-pocalypse,my naughty (but secretly nice) frost mage will dodelicious things to a cat familiar who has always adored him from afar. This witch and warlock were a blast to write, more so because they tried so hard to resist each other. Of course, not even the most powerful mage can stand up to Madame Eve, so the end is a foregone conclusion. But the icy road to their frost-covered destination is one for the books (or so I’d like to think).

    In keeping with the holiday spirit I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post. [or replace with: at my website: TaraQuan.com/FrostyRelations]

Frosty Relations (A Witch’s Night Out, 2)
    Attorney Jack Frost never understood why holidays did weird things to people. His secretary went on vacation, his best friend ditched their annual Aspen trip, and the law firm’s stubborn human resources assistant refuses his clerical support request. What’s a warlock to do on Christmas Eve but go on a 1-Night Stand? But when an oddly familiar empath shows up as his date, this ice mage has a hard time denying the magic of the winter solstice.
    Faced with an anemic employment market and financial woes, college graduate and former witch Mina Mao lands an HR assistant job at Frost and Sons. Having spent her day saving Christmas from Frost Junior’s Grinch-like behavior, she accepts the gift of Madame Eve’s service and heads over to the Castillo Capital. When her date turns out to be her childhood crush and workplace nemesis, she braces herself for the sexiest icy ride of her life.

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural

Excerpt:
    “So the guy seriously had a boner? That’s so messed up.”
Mina rolled her eyes at their joint reflection. “I know, right? And since I’m an empath, I could sense him getting, you know, all hot and bothered. Whoever he was fantasizing about, she turned him on big time. I don’t know how he could think about sex when he’s on the verge of exploding from too much unused magic. ”
    Sweets snorted. “Men—warlocks or human—they care about one thing.” She picked up a handful of Mina’s hair. “Ready?”
    Mina swallowed. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Using the scissors, Sweets pointed at the set of combs and razors peeking out from a battered leather sleeve. “Can’t you feel the mojo rolling off my grandmother’s enchanted tools? These babies are idiot proof.”
    Since not even her cousin could squeeze her in after 3:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve, Mina’s options had been limited enough to make her take a gamble. “But you have done this before?”
    Patting her shoulder, Sweets bent at the waist and squinted one eye. “I cut Shelley’s hair all the time. She hates leaving the house, remember? Okay, yours is too long. You need to stand so I don’t get a backache.”
    This idea seemed worse by the minute. Rising to her feet, Mina made a pinching motion with her index finger and thumb. “All I need is for you to take off the ends—nothing fancy.”
    Her friend’s mock salute didn’t bolster Mina’s confidence. “Your hair is safe with me. Your head is another story.”
    Mina closed her eyes. “Very funny. Do it already, will you? The anticipation is killing me.”
    She heard a snip, followed by “Oh, wow.”
Her lids snapped up. “What do you mean, ‘Oh, wow’?”
    She saw the answer for herself. Scissors and razors slashed around unguided in the air, slicing off huge chunks of her tresses in the process. Her friend stood several steps away, staring at the spectacle as if seeing the phenomenon for the first time. Since moving risked impact with pointy magical objects, Mina glared at the culprit’s reflection in the mirror. “I thought you said you’d done this before.”
    Sweets’s expression lacked any hint of guilt. “Okay, I lied. Shelley’s grandmother is the actual owner of these puppies, and she always uses them on herself in the bathroom. Since her hair turns out fine, I figured they’d work on you, too.”
    Her hands fisting, Mina hissed, “How do you turn the darn things off?”

About Tara Quan
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after.Learn more at www.taraquan.com


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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Giving Thanks

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by Landra Graf

It's the time of year I think back on the things I'm thankful for. We always cover the basics: health, family, and friends.  For me, 2014 is an especially thankful year and a long time coming for my writing journey.

So, today I'm thankful for a couple things:
1- Decadent Publishing. I can happily say that Decadent popped my publishing cherry. I published my first book with them in February 2014. What You Need, part of the 1NS line, is an erotic contemporary romance that explores BDSM and the friends to lovers trope.
2- Valerie Mann. This editor is a force to be reckoned with. She's certainly changed how I edit my pages for the better. She's tough, but wonderful, and my story wouldn't have been as delicious without her guiding hand.
3- Catherine Peace. Until Cate, I didn't even know the 1NS line existed. Then she showed me the way. It only took one read and Victoria and Royce's story wiggled its way to the forefront of my brain.

All three of the above converged for me to have my first book release. I can honestly say it's been a whirlwind, with a few moments of stress and some smiles. I've really enjoyed the reviews Royce and Victoria have received as well as the constructive feedback.

What You Need buy links:

Decadent Publishing || Amazon || All Romance || B&N 

Find Landra Graf at: Blog || Twitter

Now readers tell me, what are you thankful for? Are there any milestones you've hit in 2014? Any barriers you've busted through?

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Writing What You Know...

 by Wendi Zwaduk

Authors have an interesting challenge when crafting characters for books. We’re suggested to write about what we know. It’s easier, so it’s said, because we don’t have to do much research and can say we understand the mind frame of the character because we’ve been there. That’s all good in theory, but what if the character is something the writer isn’t? Say, the character might be a mass murderer...the author probably isn’t. Or better yet, if the writer is a woman, one could make the argument that she can’t write well from the man’s perspective.
My husband flies planes, so naturally, I write about pilots and air traffic controllers. The airport in One More Night is based on an airport I’ve flown into many a time and have hung out there to get information. I’ve watched the guys running down the tarmac to get to the planes for refueling. I’ve ridden in those scary big trucks and wondered how the heck the planes manage to get stopped on that seemingly short runway.
The planes I’ve used in the story are ones I’ve ridden in, too.

By GerardvdSchaaf 

But then I like to write about what I know. It’s fun. What about you, do you like reading about places you’ve been and things you’ve done or do you like the fantasy and mystery of places you’ve never been to? I’d love to know! A copy of One More Night is up for grabs to one lucky commenter!

Here’s a little more about One More Night:

One More Night – a 1Night Stand story by Wendi Zwaduk
Contemporary, Short Story, M/F, Anal Sex
From Decadent Publishing

Fear can blind. Will love show the way in the dark? All it takes is one more night...
Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.
 When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.
Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

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And now a short excerpt for your enjoyment:
“You bring out the bad girl in me. I forgot how much I liked it.”
If he shoved her panties to the side, she’d let him grope her there in the reception room. He resisted the urge to go too far and moved her dress to repair her modesty. “You’re good at being bad.” With the pads of his fingers, he stroked down the length of her leg and caressed her ankle. The crimson polish on her toes glittered in the fluorescent light. “You always did like bare feet.”
Her voice dropped to the husky purr he hadn’t heard in a long time. “My stilettos pinched my toes. Bare is more comfortable.”
“I’m glad you came back.” The old feelings welled in his brain, reminding him how he hadn’t stopped loving her. Ever. “You aren’t the same girl who walked out of here three years ago. Not really. I want to discover all the ways you’ve grown.”
“You’ve changed, too.” The husky tone of her voice trailed up his spine. Jenna traced the line of his lapel with her finger. “More poetic, less gruff. And you shaved.” For the first time since she’d set foot on the tarmac, she smiled. “I like the changes. They work on you.” She murmured in his ear, “I wouldn’t have stopped you if you kept going.”

And now a little bit about me:
I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.
NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. Come join me for this fantastic journey!  
If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!



Friday, November 14, 2014

Weather Report

If you’ve read any of my Sleepy Hollow series of 1Night Stand stories – Lightning, Thunder, Frost, Heat Wave, In from the Cold – you know I love those kinds of titles. (There’s also Blizzard, but that’s a story for The Edge, not a 1Night Stand.) I’m currently titling my latest work-in-progress, a story for Decadent’s Beyond Fairtytales line…Rain. At least until an editor tells me, “but, but, but…that would be so wrong.”
Anyway. I kind of like my heroes HOT and generally brooding or damaged to some extent, so I have to kind of gauge what their temperature is and whether it’s all dark and stormy or what. Max Raines of Frost was a fire-sex demon, with a tendency to incinerate his partners. His cousin, Bhyrne Raines of Heat Wave, was going through a demon mating frenzy called breedspawn, which tends to make males demons, um, sweat.
And then along came Spook. I personally adore Spook. He’s Max’s cousin. He’s Bhyrne’s long lost twin. He didn’t know he had a family in Sleepy Hollow and he didn’t know he was a demon. All he knew was he burnt out and tired, very, very tired. (Kind of like me, only Spook’s tired of being a spy.) You know, kind of like the CIA’s Peter Quinn in Homeland. Or the British spook created by John Le Carre in The Spy Who Came in from the Cold. Richard Burton played him. (Tiredly)


Tired.
And after that popped into my head, so did the title. And the weather report. And a way to sort of wrap up some Sleepy Hollow loose ends. At least for the time being.

Give me YOUR weather report in a comment below, and be eligible to have Spook (he’s so HOT) visit your very own reading device.

In from the Cold excerpt:
Geneviève Mortimer crept down the quiet hotel hallway, careful to bank her glow…at least for the moment. She’d sensed the presence of a demon on the floor, but something seemed off about the male’s aura. A weird lack of evil, like an impenetrable force field surrounded his consciousness, his psyche. As if he thought he were…human.
Had he been brainwashed? Drugged? Raised by gypsies? By wolves? Wait. No. Scratch that last one. She didn’t get the werevibe at all with this one.
No matter, as a will o’the wisp and a POLO, Protector of the Legion of Shadows, tasked with watching over humankind and keeping the unwary safe from visitors from the demon realms to the human plane, she lured the black-souled to their demise. Going all shine-a-light and sparkly until the evil ones fell under her spell and followed her anywhere. She needed to find this guy. Pounce first, beam a little hypnotic wattage, ask questions later. Take him out before he did any harm. To humans, or innocents like her parents.
She sniffed. Getting warmer. Closer to the demon’s room. What would she find behind his door?
Ignoring the do not disturb sign, she jiggled the handle. Locked. But the absence of a key card wouldn’t be a problem for her, not with her brand of talent and the magick lock picks in her pocket. She got the door open in seconds and slinked into the room, masking her radiance, keeping to the shadows.
Holy shit. The scent of male arousal filled the air. Delicious, decadent, sublime. Total man candy, like nothing she’d ever smelled before. Calling to her sweet tooth. Her horny core. So intense, an ache blossomed between her legs. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Whoa. She could orgasm from the erotic scent of the guy alone. Was the dude going through breedspawn? Were all the rumors she’d heard of the full-on crazy, demon male mating phase more than myth? She’d sure never encountered anything as powerfully sexy as this.
Cripes. This sort of thing never happened to her. I’m a demon hunter, damn it. She remained professional always, despite her ditzy, scatterbrained reputation. Did her job. And did it well. She’d fooled even her closest friends, those who didn’t know about her role as a POLOS and didn’t guess the half of it. Those who thought she slut-flitted around the world searching for mischief, adventure and, most of all, pleasure, like some sort of fickle, commitment-shy, well, yeah sure, okay, will o’the wisp.


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Unconscious Honor

    Sometimes writing it's not a conscious decision, your brain just forces you to do it. On the highest level of awareness, the writer at times doesn’t know where the story is headed or why it’s set in a certain location or the specific reason a character has the background he or she does.
     Eventually the ‘whys’ are made clear and, at times, even those cerebral explanations are superficial.
   In my first Decadent Publishing story, ‘Respite,’ the idea of making Ryan Davison a Army sergeant wandering northern Africa after the end of World War II didn’t happen intentionally, I didn’t say to myself, ‘I’m going to sit down and write a post-WWII angst-filled travel story.’ No, it began as something completely different and that chunk of grey matter in one corner of my skull filled in the ‘wheres and whys’ for me. Thankfully, that section of brain usually knows what’s best for the story, and the only decision I made was not to ignore its insistent direction.
    In the same vein, a photo sparked the background for Navy SEAL Nicholas Klaussen in my military holiday 1NightStand ‘Wise Men Say.’ After I had decided to honor my hometown with a sledding scene in the opening chapters, a photo of actor Jim Caviezel clad in a Navy cammo shirt saluting, filled in the remainder of Nick’s covert journeys and his trek home. (Thanks to that glob of grey matter mentioned above.)
   So is it any ‘coincidence’ that this blog about how two vets came to be and honoring all veterans through erotic romance should fall on Veterans’ Day? 
Thanks, Dad!
  Again, whether it’s my writer’s conscious knowing better than the remainder of my aware intellect, the stars being aligned properly in the ether, or just common dumb luck, I’m glad in some tiny way I could honor and give even the slightest of inadvertent thanks to those who put themselves in harm’s way to protect my ability to pen little stories.
   Thank you Veterans, all of you. No greater love have you than to lay down your lives for millions of your friends and neighbors.
  





When not playing with the people in her head, Wendy has a full time job behind the scenes in television, a part time job in radio and an even 'parter' time job trying to keep her house clean. She lives with her cute chef husband and three fuzzy felines in the Great Lakes region of the Midwest. Find her books at Decadent Publishing, Amazon and other reputable e-book retailers.