Meet Tanith Davenport and her Campus Sexploits
Friday, September 14th, 2012

Tanith Davenport lives in Yorkshire with her long-suffering husband and pampered cats. Her interests range wildly between rock music and modern cinema to medieval literature and the language of flowers. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.

Tanith’s idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.

Campus Writing

I’ve always loved writing campus-based stories. Maybe it’s from having fond memories of my time as a student, living in a student hall right in the middle of everything, where you could have as much fun as you want.

Or maybe it’s because I always wished we’d had the Greek system over here. I don’t know if I’d have made a good sorority girl, but I always liked the idea, and the image of a house full of cute girls floating around in babydoll nighties lends itself nicely to erotica, if not to real life. Instead I lived in hall for three years and a student house for my Masters year, and as far as I can remember I did all my floating around in jeans and T-shirts, changing at night into a football shirt my boyfriend had got me.

And that’s another thing. Students are expected to be experimental in all things. I can still remember my first week as a fresher, buying inspirational posters and a tie-dyed rug and feeling ever so adventurous. Yeah, right. Students are supposed to go out every night and bring a different bedmate home, or do the entire rugby team, or hook up at frat parties.

I won’t say I didn’t have fun, but I was a serial monogamist. I arrived with a boyfriend, dumped him fairly early for another man, was unceremoniously dumped for another woman, and then met the man who eventually became my husband. Not especially daring, unless compared with my friend who arrived, studied, left with and eventually married the same man, or another friend who moved in with her new boyfriend a month into her freshman year and never left his side.

My across-the-hall neighbour, on the other hand, could be heard screaming “Ooh, babe!” every night of the week, and dragged me out of many a bar because she’d spotted someone she’d slept with and didn’t want to bump into him. Her bedpost wasn’t notched, it was disintegrating.

But you’re young, and what the hell, it’s fun. And I love that attitude.

So my debut novel was set at a US university, and my new short Assume the Position involves two sorority sisters drinking lots of wine and demonstrating naked yoga positions. You can’t lose, can you?

Tamar Brennan is depressed. Instead of going to a party at Delta Phi with her girlfriend, she’s freshly dumped and stuck indoors with only her roommate for company – her very hot, also gay roommate Elyse, on whom Tamar has been nursing a secret crush for months. Elyse has always kept their relationship strictly friends – apart from one drunken kiss which Tamar has never forgotten.

Alone in their room drinking wine, the conversation turns to Elyse’s yoga training. The sight of Elyse’s slender body moving through yoga poses is too exciting for Tamar to resist, and Elyse is willing… but can Tamar convince her to break her just-friends rule in the cold light of day?

“And then five seconds of downward dog.” Keeping her palms flat on the floor, Elyse pushed her body upwards, lowering her head, legs close together and ass pointing straight at the ceiling.

Oh God.

Elyse’s jeans were impossibly tight, the red lace of Elyse’s thong underwear exposed above the waistband, and Tamar gripped the edge of the bed as desire flooded through her body. Barely aware of what she was doing, she slid to the edge of the bed, staring greedily at Elyse’s denim-clad ass as she held the pose, three seconds, four seconds, five –

And then, unable to resist, she leaned forward and smacked one cheek.

Elyse let out an outraged squeal and dropped to her knees. She looked back over her shoulder at Tamar, dark tendrils of hair falling over her eyes, which had narrowed wickedly.

“Okay. Let’s see you do it then.”

A small part of Tamar’s alcohol-fogged brain suggested this was a bad idea in a short skirt, but Tamar found herself rolling off the bed join Elyse on the floor. Remembering what Elyse had done, she laid herself flat as Elyse sat up alongside her and watched, her skin tingling under her friend’s intent stare.


Elyse’s hand slid under her stomach, and Tamar suppressed a gasp.

“Now lift.”

Tamar pushed down with her hands and lifted, guided by Elyse’s hand, until her bottom was as high as it could go.

“Now hold. Five seconds.”

Tamar closed her eyes.


There was motion beside her, and she sensed that Elyse had stood up. A thrill ran over her skin as footsteps slowly moved to pause behind her.


Elyse was right behind her, and Tamar was suddenly conscious of her position; ass in the air, covered only by a short skirt and panties which were growing increasingly moist.


Her gut clenched at the picture she must be making. Elyse hadn’t moved, and she could hear short, staccato breaths behind her, which must mean that Elyse was –


Without warning, hands abruptly jerked to her bottom, pushing her skirt up over her hips, and before she could speak they had hooked into her panties and yanked them down to her knees.

Meet the fabulous Raelene Gorlinsky
Sunday, September 9th, 2012

Amber McCloud is taking a two-week timeout with her friend Molly to heal the wounds from a bitter divorce. The last thing she expects is to meet a sexy man like Cesario “Rio” Negron. But the attraction is instant and hot. Not only does he teach her how good sex can really be, he also introduces her to the world of BDSM, a world she takes to like a kid with candy. It helps when she learns Molly and her husband are also advocates of the lifestyle. But when the two weeks are up Amber has to decide if what’s developed between her and Rio is real or if she will turn her back on it, afraid to risk her heart again. 

I’m honored to have as my guest today the fabulous Raelene Gorlinsky, publisher of Ellora’s Cave, founder of the wildly popular Romantica literature-erotic romance. And my editor at Ellora’s Cave, thank you very much. Be sure to check out my newest release, Training Amber.

Raelene, thanks for taking the time to visit with us today.

How did you happen to become involved in romance literature and most especially in erotic romance?

I’d been a technical writer, project manager and technical writing department manager for 25 years, so lots of editing experience. I’ve been a reader of genre fiction, especially romance, my whole life. Then I found Ellora’s Cave books in EC’s very early days, and loved having stories that more fully and realistically reflected actual relationships in all aspects, not pretending that women weren’t sexual creatures. I started emailing the company to give my opinions on the stories and about any errors I found—and in 2003 they asked if I’d like to just apply for an editor position! I was a freelance editor for a year, then in early 2004 moved to Ohio to become Managing Editor, and less than two years after that became Publisher.

How have you seen the genre grow and to what do you attribute its growth?

The erotic genre went from almost nothing when EC launched to the very visible and goodsized chunk of the romance industry it is today. It was the happy merger with epublishing that made it possible—readers got more choice and variety in story types, less expensive books, and were able to buy them discreetly.

Do you think people are more accepting of this genre today?

Oh yes—at least, romance readers and writer organizations are more accepting of erotica than they used to be. Erotica still gets sneers from some people, the way any romance books do, but we’ve come a long way, baby! Not that we don’t still have a long way to go to have our genre easily available in bookstores, regularly reviewed in the big industry venues, and so forth. We need to reach the point where “erotic romance” is just another accepted and normal genre like contemporary or paranormal or whatever.

And what do you see as its future?

I anticipate growing readership and acceptance. Erotic romance is now well established as a permanent genre within the romance writing and reading world. I’d say we’ll see more types/subgenres within erotic romance, but I think we’ve got it all now!

With the explosion of digital publishing where do you see the publishing industry in ten years?

I wish I knew. Our industry is changing with incredible speed, and with the advent of digital has become very technology-driven. Ten years ago, dedicated ereader devices were limited, clunky and expensive. Within the last few years, they became commonplace and affordable. And now the prediction is that dedicated devices will become almost obsolete within a few more years—that people want one device, like a tablet or cell phone, that can “do it all”. And of course the way people read does affect our business a lot. It doesn’t necessarily change the books authors write, but has a huge impact on what publishers do and how we do it.

Self-publishing is having a major impact on the industry. But I believe that will shake down and become less widespread within ten years. Many authors are coming to realize they want to spend their time and energy writing, and let a reputable established publishing company handle editing, cover art, and all the business and production and distribution aspects. And of course, new authors especially are finding out the truth that 99% of them are going to sell almost no books, that the authors and books that hit the news with incredible self-pubbed sales are one in a million. And now that everyone can “publish”, there truly are a zillion books out there, most of them bad.

Discoverability (yes, we’re all tired of that word, but it is of primary importance) will continue to be a big issue for years. Sales are going to continue to move online, which means fewer sales based on “I saw it on the bookstore shelf and it looked interesting”. How do readers find your book amongst millions? The recommendation and review and bestseller list functions of online book retailers have become a joke. Everyone games the system, especially the retailers themselves. When there are thousands of “bestseller” lists on a site, they don’t have much meaning or reflect high sales; recommendations are based on what the retailer wants to sell you rather than what you might like;  and I fully believe the estimate that minimum 30% of reviews on retail sites are “rigged”—they are not from real, uncompensated, unrelated, unsolicited readers.

I’m anticipating the fall of the DRM Wall. I love my NookColor; I can buy ePub formats from so many vendors. However, I still buy a lot of print books because my primary criterion for ebooks is NO DRM. Unfortunately most the of the big publishers are still being really stupid about that issue, treating their customers like we’ve all got criminal intent, and pretending that DRM prevents piracy. We’ve started to see cracks in the wall (yay, Tor!) so I’m hopeful DRM will be discontinued as an industry practice within a few more years.

What do you tell authors who want to know how to write erotic romance?

READ lots of really good erotic romance. Then read some more…and some more. If you don’t know what’s good, ask fellow writers or ask professional editors.

Then read a few baaad erotic books, and recognize why they are bad.

What turns you on as an editor?

Great worldbuilding (complete, cohesive, sensible, interesting), a truly lovable but strong hero and a matching heroine, unusual paranormal elements.

And a professional author. One who views this as a skilled job, tries to improve and takes criticism well, belongs to writer organizations, studies and keeps up with the industry, has realistic expectations, and most importantly behaves (online and in person) in a professional and gracious manner.

What turns you off?

Sloppy writing in a technical sense (poor grammar, misspellings, repetitive word usage, etc). Contrived plot elements—where the author has the characters doing something implausible or is dependent on coincidence just to make the plot action go in the direction she wants. Poor worldbuilding. TSTL characters.

I have no tolerance for “suspension of disbelief”—make it believable  or don’t waste my time as either an editor or a reader. (I’m happy to believe in vampires, shapeshifters, aliens, and even perfect men—at least in novels.)

You have a high profile, high energy demanding job. What do you do to relax?

I read. (You guessed that, right?) Of course, because I read so much erotica as part of my job, for my personal reading pleasure I need to get away from the sex a bit. I go for paranormal romance, urban fantasy, cozy mysteries.

I collect a variety of things writing related: beautifully illustrated children’s picture books, fairytale books, antique dictionaries, gorgeous bookmarks and pens.

I’m a not-yet-published children’s book writer. Makes a refreshing change from erotica!

I’m also a devoted dog owner; Pembroke Welsh Corgis are my breed of choice, although I’m being tempted to get a Cardigan. I love to play with and walk my dogs (Phantom, Faolan and Fancy), go to dog shows. Later this month I’ll be attending the PWC National Specialty—a whole week of Corgis and Corgi people, bliss!

Now for the fun things:

Favorite ice cream: The expensive special chocolate flavors. Alas, I’m currently on a special diet and have to settle for chocolate-flavored frozen Greek yogurt. Take pity, send me sinful real chocolate!

Favorite movie: Hmm, I rarely watch movies. When I do, it is something light and humorous.

Favorite color:  Blue…no, red…no, wait, green. It depends on what we’re doing with the color. Clothes, walls, dishes, jewelry? My bedroom is rose, my kitchen is red and green, my den is blue.

Favorite type of vacation: In the lap of luxury somewhere with no pressure or schedules, but lots of activities and sightseeing available to do whatever I want when I want to. Oh, and temperatures in the 70s—no snow or hot humidity for me.

Come meet Sugar Girl and Girls Night Out
Saturday, September 8th, 2012
Sugar Girl (The Naughty Sleepover series)
by Nicole Austin

Release Date: 10/09/12
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Pages: 46
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
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Reviewer: Sabine 

Sugar Girl by Nicole Austin is short but sweet with enough heat thrown in to make you want to go on the Ferris wheel and spend a night in the Menger Hotel with your own hot stud!
I loved this story which is part of the Naughty Sleepover series. I think I am reading them backwards because Luke the handsome bartender makes a disappointingly short appearance and in the last book I read, he got taken by a lovely Rita Hayworth, and that one is worth reading as well!!
Candy Dillon used to know the child Jeremiah Lange. She doesn’t know the adult but boy would she like to. He left town and went on to become a famous bull rider and singer songwriter. Is he back for good or will he take off again and leave her behind for the bright lights that beckon?
Candy’s dad died a while ago, but with his death and the sudden reappearance of Jeremiah she decides she wants to live for the moment and do some very crazy things before reality settles in and she goes back to her normal life, the life that killed her dad.
Jeremiah literally takes the bull by the horns and takes Candy on a wild ride and shows her how to live in the moment and enjoy. Candy cannot believe the adult Jeremiah. He is a sexy hunk of goodness and she wants to do much more than lick him all over. Jeremiah has few regrets in life, but one is that he left Candy behind. Now he has a chance to get her back and he wants to make sure she stays! Will she be there in the morning or will he be the one left alone?
I love stories where the characters once knew each other but moved a way, grew up, changed and then came back to reclaim what they wanted. This was a short read but it was well worth it. Candy had some doubts after romping around with Jeremiah. He said the hotel was haunted and maybe the hotel’s ghosts played their part in getting these two lovebirds together! Will everything be rosy in the morning or will Candy go back to her normal dreary life? Grab a copy to find out! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!  
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Are you In The Mood for some hot musicians?
Friday, September 7th, 2012

Thanks for having me, Desiree! Knowing your love of music, I thought I’d talk about my latest release from Ellora’s Cave, “In The Mood.”

Recently, Ellora’s Cave gave away the first book in the “Pure Wildfire” series of books, the first series I had out with them. The result was amazing and made me very happy. People went on to download the other three books in the series, and the reviews were fantastic. For which, dear reader, many thanks.

At the time I was working on a new series for Ellora’s Cave. “Nightstar” tells the story of another band, Murder City Ravens, but where Pure Wildfire was about firebird shape-shifters (and one phoenix), Murder City Ravens is a contemporary series. No dragons, vampires or firebirds in sight.

“Nightstar” tells the story of a band that is in the process of going stellar. Murder City Ravens nearly split up a couple of years before the first story starts, when the lead singer, Matt Scott, a.k.a Maxx Syccorraxx, OD’d and nearly died. The band fired him, and the guitarist and Matt’s best friend, takes him to rehab. Shocked by the near-miss, the band largely gives up drugs. They recruited two new members, Zazz, a Brit, and Riku, a Japanese-American who is heavily into visual kei, and reboot. This time, with the release of the third album, “Nightstar,” and an accompanying single, the band goes stellar. The world goes bonkers for them. So what do they have to worry about? The answer is, a hell of a lot. Many of the band members have alternative lives, and while Murder City Ravens gave them a good living, it didn’t break the bank. The series is set during a world tour, so locations vary from New York to Sweden and places in between. Will the band members stay in Murder City Ravens, now a coherent unit that works well together, or will they split and have to start again? Every member has to make that choice. So do the women they meet and fall for. The women are not pushovers, they’re not willing to trail along behind the band like groupies, they want their own lives. The stakes are high, but the choices are personal.

And I am loving writing this series.

The first story came to me when I visited Chicago two years ago, but took a long time to emerge. Some stories do. But by the time I went to Chicago again this year, for the RT Booklovers’ Convention, the story was well underway. The visit to the unexpectedly beautiful city gave me a chance to visit some of the sites in the book, and take lots of photos.

But “In The Mood” is the story of the man who fell from grace so spectacularly, Matt Scott, now clean and living in Chicago. He has started his own production business, and the band ask him to produce “Nightstar,” despite the distrust of their manager, who saw Matt at his most unreliable, drug-ridden worst. One night, walking home through the blues district, he hears something.

“A breath of a note shivered through the air as the club door opened. Matt paused, then stayed to listen. It sounded great. Better than great. Whoever was playing that saxophone knew how to wrench the heart out of the music.

Abruptly changing his plans for the evening, he walked toward the door. Chicago had managed to turn a thriving music area into a tourist trap, but for those who knew where to look, a few of the old-style clubs remained. Clubs that attracted tourists but were still all about the music. After all, tourists loved music too.

This type of club didn’t have people queuing behind velvet ropes and VIP areas or tourists turning up in droves. The savvy might pick this place out, because it was small and laid back and looked as if it had been there for some time.

The man at the door looked at him, then blinked and stared, dark eyes widening. “Are you Maxx Syccoraxx?”

He grinned. “People ask me that all the time.” He was used to the question by now. It was better than, “Didn’t you used to be Maxx Syccoraxx?” Yes, that was who he used to be; lead singer with an up-and-coming rock band. No more. Drink and drugs had finished all that for him, burned him out. Now, with his body filled out and hair cropped short, he looked like a different man, but sometimes people still recognized him.”

Matt finds V playing the sax. She’s a lovely woman, and Matt is smitten on sight. He takes her home and that night their relationship begins. But V receives an offer she can’t refuse. Matt offers her session work, and then, when the band hears her play, they want her. She improvises on the already recorded single, and the band insists on including her. Then they want her to join.

If she does, she has to go with them on their world tour, and that means leaving Matt behind in Chicago. He has his life, and with the new Murder City Ravens album, he can’t sell up and leave. Nor would she want him to.

Each book contains a similar dilemma, but at the heart of every story is a love story. A hot love story, because these people can’t keep their hands off each other.

“He opened the door and slammed it shut. Before she had a chance to take in the apartment, he had her against the wall, pressing her body against the hard wood, the panels scoring lines into her back. His kiss seared her mouth, hard and unforgiving, but she needed his desperation, because it echoed hers. Her whole body ached to be touched, learned, and she wanted to feel him skin on skin.

He jerked back with a gasp. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I want you so much. You’re beautiful, sexy, but it’s more than that.” As he regained a semblance of civilization, a smile flickered across his mouth and then was gone. “I’ve never wanted anyone so much.”

“Me too.” Honesty. She could try for that. Courtesy went when she reached for his black shirt and began to undo the buttons feverishly. As she revealed more of his skin, she moaned at the sight.

“You’re killing me here.” With a powerful flex of muscle, he bent and lifted her, heading for a room that turned out to be his bedroom. She got a vague impression of muted colors and a large window before he joined her and framed her face with his hands. Then he kissed her.

Several long, luscious kisses later, her dress came off and so did his shirt. She ran her hands over his hot, smooth skin, pausing to tweak his nipples. His sharp cry went a little way to assuage her. She wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him, and it seemed he did from his eager response. He cupped her breasts, still held in the soft bra she’d put on what seemed like eons ago but was in reality earlier that evening, after her shower. She sighed and moved from side to side, to feel his hands on her. He slipped one hand under the strap and released the clasp of her bra with an ease that spoke of years of practice.

But not now. Now there were only the two of them, for the whole night.”

You can read more of “In the Mood” here , and buy the book here

The second book, “Born on the Bayou,” will be out soon!

Would you Say Yes at the Naughty Sleepover?
Thursday, September 6th, 2012
Say Yes (Naughty Sleepover series)
by Regina Carlysle

Release Date: 10/09/12
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Pages: 27
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
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Review:Say Yes by Regina Carlysle is an installment in the Naughty Sleepover series published by Decadent Publishing and the more I read from this particular publisher, the more I want to read. The books are seriously hot and sexy, well written and they sure have lots to choose from!
The Naughty Sleepover series is a series of short stories that feature at their heart the Menger Hotel and the handsome bartender Luke and his famous chocolate wine. The main characters meet and the attraction between them is almost instantaneous and scorchingly hot.
It is the same for sexy and oh so handsome rancher J.D Stone and freelance photographer Melissa Bell. She sees him at the rodeo and because he bears a striking resemblance to her long dead fiancé she takes his photo. They meet up again in the bar of the Menger Hotel and after a pleasant evening out things turn into a hot and steamy encounter.
I loved this story because both characters were looking for something and weren’t really sure what that was until they met each other. Can they get through the night of spicy lovemaking and have a future together or will Melissa’s job end the relationship before it even starts? How will J.D cope when he finds out he looks like her dead fiancé?  Both characters obviously have things to work out and it is good to read about emotionally invested one night stands that have the chance to turn into something more. It isn’t all about the hot and sweaty sex, it is also about the emotional connection the characters make and J.D and Melissa certainly connect.
This was a short story but it packs a whole lot of punch into the pages, giving the reader a believable story line, great characterization and, of course, the sexy lovemaking. Grab a copy to see if J.D and Melissa make it. Go on and visit the Menger and meet Luke and taste that chocolate wine, I know I want to again!

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