Friday, August 31st, 2012
It’s not untitled, it’s title is Untitled! Come find out why.
Wednesday, August 29th, 2012

Today we welcome Jackie Chanel whose newest release is not untitled, it’s called Untitled!!!!!

Jackie will be awarding gift baskets to two randomly drawn commenters which will include:

– a copy of the Untitled soundtrack
– a “I like Big Books and I cannot Lie” totebag
– Untitled themed or guitar shaped keychains

– $20 Amazon gift card. 

I had the pleasure of reading Untitled and highly recommend it. If you love a powerful love store developed against a background of clashing cultures, this book will pull you in and keep you until the last page.

Jackie, tell the readers a little bit about yourself, please.

I know everyone asks this but why did you decide to write romance?

I decided to write romance because deep down inside, I am a hopeless romantic.  Unfortunately, I’ve never had the type of romance novel love (like most people) and I decided to live vicariously though my writing. 

What was the hardest thing you had to do when you started?

The hardest thing that I had to do was actually focus on writing and make myself believe that I wasn’t doing it as just a hobby anymore, that I wanted to make a career out of it.

What was the easiest thing?

The easiest thing for me when I first started was actually writing the book.  The words flowed so easily, even I was impressed.

How long did it take you to finish your first manuscript and where did the idea come from?

The first manuscript I ever wrote took about 6 months to complete.  Then it just sat and I didn’t do anything with it.  When I decided to publish it, I needed to rewrite it because it was dated and that took about 3 months.

The idea for it came from a recurring dream that I had when I was in high school.  It was strange because I’d dream the beginning, end, and then middle of the dream over a week and it repeated itself for months, until I finally wrote it down.  That dream became my first manuscript and my first romance novel, Change of Heart.

Tell me about your first contract?

I’m self-published so I’m still waiting on my first contract.

Do you base any of your stories on real people or places or events?

Yes.  I use real places.  Untitled is set in Atlanta, GA for most of the book.  I’m familiar with Atlanta because I live there and was most comfortable using places that I was familiar with and people would recognize when they read the book.

What gets you in the mood to write?

There are three things that can spark my writing muse.  The first is reading a bad book, especially bad books that have made the NYT Bestseller List.  It’s irritating and gets me in the mood to write.  After reading a poorly written book, I can usually crank out 4-6 chapters a day.

Music also gets me in the mood to write.  Music is such a huge part of my day and I might hear a song lyric that completely relates to my character’s story that I’m instantly pulling out my pad and pen and writing.

For some weird reason, rain really gets me into a writing mood.  When there is a nice calming rain, I want to write.  When there is a violent thunderstorm, I get so scared so writing helps calm me and I usually end up writing something really good.

Where do you see yourself 5 years from now? 10 years?

Five years from now, I see myself writing full time, without the stress of my every day 9-5 job.  My plan is to be a top Amazon Bestselling author consistently and make the NYT Bestseller List.

10 years from now, hopefully I’ve fulfilled my dream of moving to New York City and making a life there and have my own romance novel love.

What do you enjoy most about being an author?

The idea that I can control what happens in my stories and that if I don’t want something bad to happen, it doesn’t have to.  In real life, no one has that type of control.  Being an author allows me an escape from real life. 

I also enjoy the interaction and support from other authors.  Although we’re all competing to make a Bestseller list, it doesn’t stop us from understanding that someone else is in the same boat and it’s important to help each other out.  The writing community is very special to me.

Okay, quick fun questions:

Favorite ice cream

Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk

Favorite music

Blues rock (is that even a real genre?)

Favorite movie

It’s a tie between Pretty Woman and Top Gun

Favorite time to write

Night…definitely after the sun goes down.

If you could be stranded with a movie or television star who would you pick?

Ian Somerhalder or Bradley Cooper, ya know, whichever is free to get stranded with me J

If someone played you in a movie who would it be and why?

I would love if Lisa Nicole Carson portrayed me in a movie.  I think she is a great actress.  I loved her in Love Jones and Ally McBeal.  Plus, she is busty like me and we both have the same unruly curly hair.  I think she would be perfect.

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It’s title is Untitled but the book is superb
Wednesday, August 29th, 2012

Welcome Jackie Chanel today. 

Jackie will be awarding gift baskets to two randomly drawn commenters which will include:

– a copy of the Untitled soundtrack
– a “I like Big Books and I cannot Lie” totebag
– Untitled themed or guitar shaped keychains
– $20 Amazon gift card.

Ya gotta read this book. It’s a must have.


by Jackie Chanel


For some, music is an escape from the every day norm.

For Aiden, it’s his life’s blood.

Already a star in his own mind & with the help of an unlikely partner, Aiden’s escape from a life less ordinary begins with the blues and a guitar. Only he can determine where it ends.


Halfway through his set, the announcement that I’d been impatiently waiting for came over the PA system.

It’s that time…what we call a blues jam!  I know there’s someone out there who wants to jam with us! Come to the stage, plug in, grab some sticks and let’s jam!

I rushed the stage like a thirteen year old girl at a New Kids on the Block concert.  Paulie was right behind me.

I picked the amp closest to Joey Clausen and plugged in Dee-Dee.  I played a few cords to check that she was tuned properly.  She sounded perfect.

The bass player, a smooth looking older black man, looked me up and down and started to snicker.

“You sure you want to do this, kid?” he asked.

“Hell yeah,” I muttered, slightly offended by his snicker.

“This is a blues jam session,” he added as if I didn’t know.  “This ain’t no Guns N Roses concert.”

“I wouldn’t be up here if it was,” I replied shortly.

“White boy thinks he can play the blues, huh,” he gaffed.  “You must think you’re Stevie Ray or something.”

I shrugged my shoulders.  “You must think that.”

I took a few steps away from the dude.  Now I was nervous.  I know how I look to the all black band.  After all, I am just a white boy in a Hendrix t-shirt, cargo shorts, and Nikes with no socks holding a guitar.  There aren’t many of us who play the blues.  Looks can be deceiving, because I can play.

I don’t care that I look different from other Blues players.  Who says that all Blues players have to be black and from the South?  However, the bass 

When I looked at Sunny, she wasn’t sitting anymore.  She was actually kneeling with one hand over her heart and the other wrapped around her waist.  She was smiling and crying as I sang.

The energy in the room was electric and intense as the final notes reverberated out of the amplifier.  I took in Sunny’s reaction as she crawled closer to me until she was in between my legs and looking up at me.  She took my guitar out of my hands and sat it on the floor.

“That was beautiful,” she whispered.  “Thank you.”

I grinned at her, overcome with an unfamiliar feeling…a feeling I never had around Sunny.  I feeling that I’ve never felt…ever.  Before I could say anything, Sunny was sitting on my lap, staring into my eyes with such a warm and inviting look that I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing her.

She inhaled sharply at the touch of my lips against hers, and then kinda melted into the kiss.  For what seemed like an eternity I was lost in Sunny’s eyes and relaxed by the soft touch of her hand rubbing against my thigh while the other tangled itself in my hair.

I pulled her closer, allowing my hands to glide along her smooth back.  Her mouth…her lips…her tongue taste faintly like toothpaste and alcohol.  She smelled like a bed of roses.  The urge to continue to explore her mouth and her body was the only thing dominating my thoughts.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jackie Chanel is a contemporary romance author and self proclaimed badass.  Her writing career began in high school when she began writing short romance stories about her celebrity crushes.  Her very first novel was penned while she was a high school senior in Youngstown, Ohio.  She insists that no one will ever read it.

Jackie studied at Georgia State University and currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia.  When she’s not writing or daydreaming, she can often be found drooling over the latest Chanel shoes or reading on her Kindle with a cup of coffee in hand and a little Mayer or Hendrix in the background.

Her characters are a reflection of the people she has encountered along her writing journey and her books are often inspired by her favorite thing, music.

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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 to register for our conference!

How sweet are Sugar Walls?
Monday, August 27th, 2012

Sugar Walls

by Mysti Holiday



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.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

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.