Tuesday, August 28th, 2012
Debuting with the Sassy Seven to celebrate our Naughty Sleepover conference: We’re not only hosting the naughtiest girls gone wild weekend ever, we’ve written a series of stories to go with it. Read the stories then be sure to register for the conference. See the link below.
Releasing October 8, 9 and 10 from Decadent Publishing
Sugar Girl by Nicole Austin
A guy walks into a bar… And finds the girl he shouldn’t have left behind. Their differences kept Candy and Jeremiah apart until finally, the road lead them back where they belong. But in the harsh light of the morning after can she really hold on to a shooting star?
Say Yes by Regina Carlysle
All work and no play is no way to live and J.D. Stone aims to change that after a chance meeting at the Menger Hotel. When the lonely rancher meets sassy photographer, Melissa Bell, the sparks fly and passions burn hot enough to incinerate them both.
Spank ’Em Cowboy by Samantha Cayto
Tara hopes to survive her sister’s wedding without a wardrobe malfunction. Rob spots the voluptuous filly and cuts her from the herd. And when she craves someone to take the reins, he knows he’s the right man to saddle her up for the ride of her life.
More Than You Know by Cerise DeLand
One redhead. One bartender. Lots of laughter. A desire so tender that the sheets they burn up together could set the hotel on fire. But can he intrigue a woman who’s older? What if he never lets her out of bed? Will she still want him tomorrow?
Overnight Sensation by Desiree Holt
Pulled together in a crowd by an instant attraction, Abbie and Sam are powerless against the incendiary combustion that consumes them and turn a chance meeting into an overnight sensation
Blame it on Texas by Allie Standifer
Everything’s supposed to be bigger and better in Texas, right? Sexy plus size model Serena Morgan isn’t convinced until Texas country star Kale Winters takes her in a night of passion. Come morning will Kale convince Serena he’s the real deal or Blame it on Texas?
When a Lady Meets a King by Brenna Zinn
Lady Pembrook went to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles and assuming a false identity to satisfy her fantasy of a one-night stand with a real Texas cowboy. But when a mysterious stranger in dark sunglasses threatens to expose her scandalous behavior, a handsome King comes to the rescue.
See http://sassyseven.com/ to register for our conference!
Monday, August 27th, 2012
When Emilie is dumped by her boyfriend, best friend Jack Voss offers a shoulder and a place to live–the other side of his duplex. He’s always there, fixing her problems, her car, her sink. Emilie doesn’t know what she’d do without him, or with the feelings she’s having for him. His shoulder doesn’t just offer comfort anymore; his touch is a turn-on. Their shared wall is the only thing keeping them from sharing a bedroom—and fanning the flames might risk breaking something that Jack can’t fix.
Emilie hadn’t lied about the leak in her pipes. Just like she hadn’t broken her dishwasher, or the leg off her couch, or the alternator in her car on purpose. But, to be honest, it was almost a relief when those things happened, because they gave her an excuse to see Jack.
She’d called him first thing this morning when running water for her coffee had resulted in puddles beneath the sink. He’d come over the first chance he’d had and now he was on his hands and knees on the linoleum looking at the pipe that oozed moisture, oblivious to the woman behind him who was also soaking wet, albeit for an entirely different reason.
His ass looked good enough to take a big bite out of. Emilie couldn’t help herself; it was right there, sticking out from under her kitchen sink, and she had to clench her hands into tight fists to keep from grabbing it. Still, that didn’t keep her mind from wandering, and when one of his hands reached out for a wrench, she pictured it on her, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the rosy buds. Instantly her nipples puckered, as tightly clenched as her hands, and her crotch dampened even more.
Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a very busy SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies. Most people know she writes, but not what she writes about: sexy men and the wanton women who love them.
She’s married to a wonderful man who happily sacrifices himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of interesting and unusual situations in which to place her characters. But most of all, she’s a sucker for a happy ending.
Sunday, August 26th, 2012
And so it is with books. How many times do we reach for a favorite story to read it for the umpteenth time, enjoying it just as much as when we first read it. The heroes are just as exciting, I’m just as envious of the heroines, and I can shut out the world for a while knowing the time will be well spent.
For our readers, who we love more than anything, Cerise Deland and I are going to post Oldies But Goodies the 1st and 15th of every month. I’ll be talking a bout her earlier releases, she’ll be talking about mine. If you’ve read the book before, get reacquainted with it. But maybe you’ll find a nugget you didn’t even know existed.
So mark your calendars for the first and fifteenth of every month.
We’ll be looking for you.
Saturday, August 25th, 2012
I love alpha males, and I love to write about them. The ultimate hero in romance fiction is the alpha male… powerful, mysterious and totally attractive to the heroine.
So what is an alpha male?
The alpha male is the “man with the plan,” and women are wired to go for this type of guy. Look through the pages of my books and you will find cowboy, current and former military, lots of law enforcement, even some corporate icons. But they all have the same thing in common–they are alpha males. He is sexy, confident, great in and out of bed
The term “alpha male” is sometimes applied to humans to refer to a man who is powerful through his courage and a competitive, goal-driven, “take charge” attitude. Alpha males take greater risks. With their bold approach and confidence “alpha males” are often described as charismatic.
They are aggressive, results-driven achievers who insist on top performance from themselves and others. Courageous and self-confident, they are turned on by bold, innovative ideas and ambitious goals, and they pursue their objectives with tenacity and an urgent sense of mission. Their intense competitive drive keeps them focused on the gold – silver or bronze simply won’t do – and they’re always keeping score. Often charismatic figures who command attention, they exert influence even when they’re low-key and inconspicuous.
Whether heading a band of warriors, bringing a vital new product to market, guiding a team to glory or steering a giant conglomerate, alphas are hardwired for achievement and eager to tackle challenges that others find intimidating. Along the way, they inspire awe and admiration – and sometimes fear and trembling. Wherever they are and whatever they do, they stand out from the crowd, usually leaving an indelible impression on those whose lives they touch.
So next time you want a healthy dose of the ultimate male, the one who makes all your nerve endings sizzle and fulfills all your fantasies, climb into the pages of a romance novel. That’s what I do!
Want to check out my alpha males? Here are some suggestions:
The Phoenix Agency Books: Jungle Inferno, Extrasensory, Delicious Danger, F Stop, and coming soon—Touch Me
Attack Force: Unconditional Surrender and coming soon: Lock and Load
Rawhide, The series: Books 1-4 and coming soon Books 5-8
Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012
Fatal Submission by Nicole Austin
Claire Hanson is a submissive in need of a Dom. Finding one in rural Illinois in 1981 is no easy feat but her requirements are simple. Forget complicated limit lists, take charge and give her lots of hot, sweaty sex. On edge, body humming with arousal, Claire aches to have her desires sated. And ruggedly handsome Dominant Mason Burke is the man she wants. But for Mason work comes first and Claire’s tired of waiting.
Mason’s loss is Dr. Carl Skinner’s lucky break. The bonus—Carl’s a rich, drop-dead gorgeous Dom with a real dungeon in his basement. Getting what you want isn’t always a good thing and the game takes a drastic turn Claire never saw coming. According to the Dungeon Master’s victims who still haunt his torture chamber, submission has fatal consequences and she’s running out of time.
Reader Advisory: This scary tale contains graphic scenes of erotic torture and violence that may cause the reader to stay up late reading with all the lights on.
Claire ran a brush through her hair, grabbed the checklist and walked the few blocks. A cheery bell tinkled as she opened the door to find the ice cream parlor empty. She picked a table facing the glass shop front and waited.
Did Mason do this to her on purpose? She always seemed to be waiting on him. She understood his business was relatively new and required long hours. Still, constantly waiting grew old fast.
When his Bronco pulled up outside she glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes late. He strolled toward her table, calm and in control.
“Hello, Claire.” No apology. Mason simply nodded toward the refrigerated cases. “Did you pick a flavor?”
“Not yet.” Hearing the irritation in her voice, she made an effort to lighten her tone. “I was waiting for you.”
He held out a hand to help her up and didn’t let go as they perused the offerings. Once they each had a cone they sat on a bench outside. Mason looked over the checklist without comment then locked it in his car.
“It’s a nice day. How about a walk?”
She nodded and they took a leisurely stroll, stopping every so often to window shop. As usual, Mason was in no hurry, their conversation casual.
“Why did you become a property appraiser? What drew you to the business?”
“I used to be a real estate agent, which was an okay job but I’m not a good salesperson. I do like buildings though, especially older ones.” She thought back on her childhood daydreams, how she’d stand outside a building and try to picture the interior layout.
“My friend works in a bank and complained about the excessive wait for appraisals because no one in our area did them so I checked into it.” She licked her ice cream for a moment as she remembered how everything had just clicked. “Turned out it suited me. I get to make my own hours, meet new people, use my math skills and indulge my curiosity.”
Mason nodded as if he read more into her explanation than she’d said. “And how did you discover you were a submissive?”
She didn’t even attempt to hold back a wicked grin. “Guy I was dating got invited to a munch and took me. The more I learned about BDSM the more interested I became. At first he was into it, thought it was fun. After a while he lost interest but I didn’t.” She shrugged. “We broke up and I continued to explore. Like the job, it suited me.”
Yes, there was a great deal more to it but same as with her job, getting into BDSM she’d felt the pieces click into place.
“So you’ve always been happiest when seeing to the needs of others. A true, natural submissive.”
Claire stopped in her tracks and stared at Mason for a long moment. How the hell did he do it? A bit of general small talk and he saw deeper into her heart than lifelong friends ever had. Deeper than even she had seen.
“You adapt, changing yourself to please those you love.”
He dropped that bomb so casually, as if making a general observation but getting right to the heart of the matter. And it made sense. It put several pieces of her life together. Made her take a second look at the big decisions and changes. Each and every one had been sparked by the needs of others.
At heart she was a nurturer, a caretaker. When someone she cared about needed something, Claire did whatever she could to fill the need. She’d done so her entire life and never made the connection.
“When’s the last time you did something because it pleased you?”
Good question. Racking her brain, she came up blank. She couldn’t think of one instance where something she’d done had been just for her. As she thought, Mason’s ice cream melted, a slow-moving river of chocolate rolling over his fingers.
Her first instinct was to reach out with her napkin and wipe the chocolate away for him. But what did she want? What would please her?
She’d love to taste both the ice cream and Mason.
Claire took a step closer, held his wrist with her free hand and acted without overthinking it. She moved even closer, stuck out her tongue and watched his expression from beneath her lashes as she slowly licked the chocolate from his hand.
Mason’s intense, ice-blue eyes heated, filling with lust. When she reached the top of his hand, she swirled her tongue around the ice cream, imagining it was his cock. She circled the scoop of chocolate, humming in appreciation of the flavor. His entire body tensed and she knew he pictured the same thing she did.
Glancing down, she noted the hard length of his erection outlined by the faded denim extending from his groin all the way across his right hip. Long and thick and hard.
Meeting his gaze, she blurted out what was on her mind. “It would please me to taste you, Mason. To drop to my knees, wrap my fist around your shaft and suck your cock to the back of my throat.”
He closed his eyes and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard then took several slow, measured breaths.
A naughty grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched him struggle to regain his composure. That little crack in his hard veneer gave her wicked ideas. She wondered how much teasing it would take to push Mason over the edge and out of control. Finding out would be fun.