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Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Hot Hump Day: Tempting Clover by Decadent Kane

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Her breath hitched as he crowded her and moved her farther back until her ass found the counter. He placed his hands on either side, effectively capturing her. She had nowhere to go. "I'm not worried. Why should I be? You kept him from hurting me, so I know you won't turn around and do the same thing." She licked her lips. She felt the wetness on her panties and rubbed her legs together, enjoying the friction. The temptation to take him right then and there overwhelmed her. She inhaled his masculine scent and almost melted into him, but stopped herself at the last moment.
"No, I won't hit you, but there are plenty of things running through my mind to appease the whip of your tongue. I should see to it that you are punished for your brazen words." He leaned in, his lips hovering above hers. Her breath quickened and she waited for those lips to devour her. "I could lick you until your mouth only said my name. I could let my cock loose upon you and have my way. I know you'd allow it. I can smell your desire, Elfess."
Her panties soaked, a tightness wound its way around her core, and she desperately wanted him to punish her. Where had he learned how to get that kind of reaction from a woman? He intoxicated her. Better than alcohol and a great deal more potent.
He stepped back and let her go. "But it wouldn't do much good since a harlot isn't my type. I prefer the kind of lady who sticks to one man, not many."
Her mouth dropped. He did not just call her a slut. She didn't even know what to say. So many eyes were watching. He'd basically fucked her with words and left her hanging, then insulted her. She'd been with one man in her life, but why should she tell him that? Let him think her beneath him. Anger quickly crawled through her desire. Clover saw him as a challenge. She'd seduce him, make sure he wanted her, no matter how many times she had to come back. At least her desire would please Malik. She advanced on him. "You're right, savior. I eat elves like you alive, devour them between my lips, suck out their souls, swallow their juices, and spit out their hearts." A sultry laugh escaped her lips. Her hands shook, the confidence an act. She wanted to scream at him, call him a liar, and defend herself, but revenge tasted sweeter.
Clover crowded him right back. This time, she walked him against a wall. "And you want me all the same." She leaned in. Her pussy pulsed at being so close to him. The tight muscles against his shirt drew her gaze, and his cock hardened as her hand slipped down his trousers. It took work to resist the urge to groan and show him how much he affected her. She'd do to him exactly what he thought she would. If he intended to accuse her of it, she might as well prove him right. Clover let a gasp escape her mouth just above his. Reed's lips parted, and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue between them and slowly coax his tongue to play. He tasted of mint and smelled of a spring rain, clean and fresh. She would eat him alive.
Her panties were so wet, her juices flowed down her thigh. She'd never realized how hot it would feel to challenge a man. The familiar tingle of the nether came over her in a slow sweep. She smiled, pulling her mouth away. His eyes were wide. After dropping down to one knee, she undid his pants, and pulled out his hard-on. He was gorgeous, long, thick, and hard for her. The nether beckoned but Clover wanted to make sure she left an impression. She slipped the tip of his prick between her lips, gave his cock a squeeze to remember her by, and felt herself pulled into the nether, disappearing from the onlookers, the bar, and Reed. She wouldn't be the one standing there for the fallout. A laugh escaped her as she drifted, leaving him standing there with the feel of her wet lips still on him as she vanished.
Breaking a goblin's curse is more difficult than Clover thought. Especially when love and nightshade are crucial ingredients.
For two years, Clover has been at a goblin's beck and call. Two years of no orgasms. Until she heard a rumor the sage witch could help her break the goblin's curse. There's only a few minor details, like how would she find love on short notice and how deadly are nightshade berries?
Reed's life was simple—own a bar, walk to work, fight a little. He didn't expect to tangle with a wanton elfess who disappeared on him not once but twice. Let alone save her from a depraved goblin. He'd sworn off women like her for good, so why did he feel the need to protect her? Buy: Breathless Press Find out more about me and my books by signing up for my newsletter You can also find me on facebook- send me a friend request. Decadent Kane on Facebook

Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Bound Anthology Release

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Saturday, 26 July 2014

Saturday Storyteller Interview: Bianca Giovanni

What’s your name and where do you come from?
Bianca Giovanni, from Denver, Colorado.
Tell us a bit about your latest release.
Captured, the second book in my Vice, Virtue & Video series was released in April, and the third book should be out in late summer/early fall. It’s the story of James and Lola, childhood best friends who slowly start to realize their true feelings. The major difference between this and other friends-to-lovers stories is that James just so happens to be a porn superstar.
Where do you get your inspiration from?
I get inspired by movies, TV, and books—with a little music thrown in there too. If there’s a character, scene, or song that really sticks with me, it can spark a story idea.
How do you go about creating the perfect "Swoon" worthy man?
I just try to combine all the qualities that I find most attractive, both physically and in terms of personality. A good sense of humor is huge for me, so I knew James was going to be funny, but every good book boyfriend is also panty-dropping hot, so I took a lot of inspiration from Jason Momoa. Basically, my ideal man would be a combination of Jason Momoa and Louis C.K., so I tried to put those traits into James.
If you couldn’t be an author, what would your ideal career be?
I was a film studies major, so I’ve always loved movies. If I couldn’t write books, I think I’d give screenwriting a shot. I love telling stories, and I would always want to do that, whether it be through books, movies, or any other form of media.
Do you have a favourite character from your books? Why are they your favourite?
I obviously love James and Lola, but I’ve really enjoyed writing Stacey from Captured. She’s so different from me that it’s been a great writing exercise to get into her head. She appears in four out of five Vice, Virtue & Video books, and I’ve definitely considered writing more about her in the future. I’m also a huge fan of Chad and Alejandro, and it’s a delight to write their scenes. Those two are so supportive and kind, but also very funny and insightful, and they definitely represent a few people in my life.
How do you decide how hot or not your book is going to be?
When I first started the Vice, Virtue & Video series, I didn’t really have any intention of publishing it. The nice part about that was that I didn’t have to worry about people thinking the scenes were too graphic, and I could let them evolve organically. I always try to utilize the emotions behind a sex scene, but it’s definitely important to give some steamy details. I’ve read really explicit scenes that were super hot, and I’ve read very tame scenes that were super hot, so it all depends on context. I’m a big fan of the tease, and I like a lot of sexual tension between characters because I think it makes the payoff better.
Is there any erotic scenarios you wouldn’t write about?
Everyone has a different opinion of what’s sexy, so I’m glad there are all different kinds of erotica out there. Personally, I’m not at all into rape fantasies, so I’m probably never going to write anything that glamorizes sexual violence or non-consent.
Is the stuff you write about from experience or mostly imagination?
The vast majority of it is pure fiction, but I’ve borrowed a few characteristics from people I know. I have a lot of guy friends, so the decision to write from the male POV was definitely influenced by my relationships with them.
What do you do when you’re not writing?
In my other job, I’m a film critic, so I’m usually watching movies and working on reviews. Even when I’m not working on books, I’m usually still writing something. It’s my passion, and I’ll never escape it.
Author bio:
Bianca Giovanni was born and raised in Boulder, Colorado. She grew up with a single mother and Italian grandmother, who was an avid reader. She has had a love of writing since childhood, but self-published her first short stories in 2012. Bianca’s strong female characters and witty dialogue have struck a chord with readers and led to her popularity on self-publishing platforms.
In 2013, Bianca signed with Omnific Publishing to bring the Vice, Virtue & Video series to readers. The series contains First Dance (free introductory short story), Revealed (book #1), Letting Go (book #1.5), Captured (book #2) and three more novels to be released in 2014.
She currently resides in Denver, Colorado, where she can often be found jotting down story ideas in a notebook.

Synopsis of Captured:
Lifelong best friends James Laird and Lola Caraway are reunited when Lola moves to LA after college. Lola is starting her new life, new job, and a new romance with a successful lawyer--a relationship which forces James to question the nature of his feelings for Lola.
Meanwhile James' agent has him making BDSM films, though to him it's all an act. Unfortunately, these films have brought him the attention of hardcore producer Eva Satana, who wants James to be a ruthless Dominant -for real- in her brutal and extreme scenes. James soon finds himself caught in a contract he cannot break and compelled by threats to the girl who's stood by him through everything.
James can't stand the thought of anyone else with his sweet, virginal best friend. But they are just friends...aren't they? Can their friendship survive so much desire and deception?
Their decisions will decide who will be free and who will be CAPTURED.

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Friday, 25 July 2014

First Chapter Friday: Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse

Chapter One

I remained in my seat for a couple of seconds, utterly stunned, as Travis Connolly’s Grand Slam victory was announced. He’d done it! In spite of his accident, his hard work had paid off and he was now racing off the court and toward his team—Peter, Marie, Austin, Samuel and a few others. I was a few rows back, which was perfectly understandable given that the only link I had to Connolly was the fact we shared the same training facility. Though looking at him now, he probably didn’t need Los Carlos any more. He was back on form, the world at his feet once more. Hopefully, if I worked hard, I’d be in his position one day. Not winning the men’s title, of course, but I, Virginia Miller, could be another British tennis champion.
I had a long way to go, obviously. I wasn’t even seeded yet, never mind in the upper echelons. But I was determined if nothing else.
Shaking my aspirations from my thoughts, I carefully pushed my way through the excitable crowd to get down to the group from Los Carlos. I knew I was lucky to be there in the first place. As someone so low down on the sporting career ladder, I should really have been back at the academy, working my arse off, but apparently Austin had been feeling generous and thought I should have first-hand experience of a major tournament. I hadn’t had the heart to tell him I’d been to Wimbledon a couple of times already. It had practically been on my doorstep back in London, and a visit at an early age had sparked my love of the sport in the first place. Plus there was no way I was going to turn down the chance to visit a foreign tournament. Especially since Nadia was playing. And she’d gotten right through to the final.
She hadn’t won, unfortunately, but it had been very exciting to watch the matches she’d played. I hadn’t paid an awful lot of attention to the ball or the rackets or even the other players, though. I’d just let my gaze wander over Nadia’s delectable figure for the duration of her matches. The determined set of her face throughout, the bounce of her glossy brunette ponytail, her muscular yet feminine legs, the slight jig of the breasts that her sports top couldn’t quite keep in check… she was gorgeous. And I really liked her personality too. She’d looked after me so well since I’d been at the academy. Been a mentor of sorts.
When I reached the group they were still exchanging kisses, handshakes and claps on the back with Connolly. I tried to catch his eye, give him the thumbs up or something, but he was too caught up in Marie, the academy’s psychologist. And given the way he’d picked her up and spun her around and was now kissing her, I suspected she was a little more than that to him.
They carried on kissing for a little while, clearly uncaring of the millions of people who were watching them either in person or on the television. Finally Connolly pulled away, took Marie’s hand and dropped to one knee. I gasped—and I wasn’t the only one. Similar sounds echoed around me, and people started to murmur. Was he really going to…?
Yes, it seemed he was. Glad I was close enough to hear what he was saying, I waited, eager to know what would happen next. Would she say yes? Women all over the world would marry him in a heartbeat, I was sure, but perhaps Marie felt differently.
“Marie Sherratt,” Connolly said, clearing his throat, then continuing. “Marie Sherratt, I know we didn’t have the most auspicious of starts, what with me not being into psychobabble and all, but now, months down the line, I don’t care about that. All I care about is that the most caring, giving, intelligent, beautiful and sexy woman on the planet loves me and I love her. And more than anything, I want to make it official. So I have a question to ask. Marie, will you marry me?”
The crowd held its collective breath for a millisecond, then erupted in cheers, screams and wolf whistles. Such was the din that in spite of the short distance, I couldn’t hear her reply, but the beaming grin on her face and her body language indicated that she’d said yes. As did the fact that her now-fiancĂ© picked her up and swung her around again. They were a couple very much in love, and although it was nice to see it also made me feel a little sad and quite a lot jealous.
Instinctively, I looked around for Nadia, whom I hadn’t seen since she’d left the court after her devastating defeat. That had been when I’d headed to the center court to see Connolly play. I’d thought perhaps Nadia would make her way into the crowd to watch the rest of the tournament, but I couldn’t spot her. It didn’t mean she wasn’t there, of course. The stadium held rather a lot of people, and she was just one face among thousands. But she was very important to me.
Before long I was swept up in the excitement of the Los Carlos gang, what with a grand slam win and a marriage proposal, and I didn’t get a chance to continue looking for Nadia. As soon as I heard mention of a celebratory party that evening, though, I found myself hoping I’d bump into her there.
* * * * *
Back at the hotel later that day, I was spending time dithering over my wardrobe. Not the actual thing made of wood, obviously, but the garments inside. I’d known there would be some swanky events taking place in New York over the course of the US Open, but I didn’t know the venues, or how many. As a result, I’d brought pretty much every posh dress I owned. And as I stood gazing at them all, I couldn’t decide whether it was a blessing or a curse. I was sure to have something that would catch Nadia’s eye, but only if I actually picked something, put it on and got to the damn party.
Then there was the small matter of finding out whether she even batted for the same team as me. I’d heard rumors about her but had no concrete proof. She’d been really nice and helpful toward me ever since I’d arrived at the academy, and we’d spent a lot of time together as a result of her mentoring, but I still wasn’t sure. I was never sure, actually. I didn’t seem to have the functioning gaydar that many people had, and as a result I’d spent most of my adult life as a somewhat sad singleton. I was no virgin, but I’d only had a handful of encounters, and they’d all been instigated either by the other woman or alcohol.
I suspected some of the latter would be essential for me to actually get the answer to my question. Especially since, if I got confirmation from Nadia that she was into women, I then had to find out if she was into me. Christ, relationships were such a minefield. It was no wonder I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an orgasm that hadn’t been sparked by my own hand or a sex toy.
After a glance at my watch told me I only had an hour to go before the party started, I closed my eyes, put my hand into the wardrobe and resolved to wear the first dress I touched. When my fingers brushed fabric, I opened my eyes and pulled out the dark-purple number I’d blindly selected. Grabbing a pair of shoes that would go with the dress from the closet floor, I closed the doors, hung my dress from the handle and put the shoes down. Then I stripped off the clothes I’d worn all day and headed for the shower.
I deliberately took my time, washing and conditioning my hair, brushing my teeth, applying body scrub all over—except my sensitive bits, of course—shaving my legs, armpits and pussy, then applying a generous layer of shower gel. Once I was done, I was massively tempted to masturbate, but I reasoned with myself. The arousal that pumped through my veins, swelled my pussy lips and resulted in a delicious sensation between my legs could be to my benefit. That horniness would only increase when I saw Nadia, and perhaps the aching need of my neglected body would spur me on to achieve my goal—getting into her knickers. Or her heart, whichever came first. Or easiest.
Arriving in the function room five minutes into the party, I was pleased with myself. One, for not being too early and looking like a saddo or an alcoholic, and two, because I looked good. I didn’t often think that, but the purple dress and black patent high heels made my legs look slim and a mile long, and emphasized my athletic frame and ample chest. I showed just a hint of cleavage—enough to entice, hopefully, but far from enough to make me look cheap. Taking a deep breath, I headed straight for the bar and ordered a vodka and Coke, my poison of choice. The bill for the party was being footed by the academy and Travis Connolly’s sponsors, so I didn’t even have to pay. I could get well lubricated for free before I executed my plan.
Knocking back the first drink, I signaled for another, then carried it farther into the room, subtly looking around to see who was already there and who was yet to arrive. Unsurprisingly, the main man hadn’t yet graced us with his presence. Nor had Marie, and a smirk took over my lips as I realized why. They’d just got engaged, for heaven’s sake—they were probably fucking each other’s brains out up in their hotel room. I couldn’t say I blamed them. It had been an exciting day, especially for them, and they probably had lots of adrenaline coursing through their veins. What better way to make use of it?
Hoping I could make my day more exciting, I continued to look around the room, which was filling in dribs and drabs. Austin and a bunch of the academy staff and athletic sponsors were at a table in the corner, already making a good start on bottles of expensive champagne, by the looks of it. In another corner, to my surprise, I spotted Peter Ross and Rufus Lampani looking pretty cozy. As I tried to reason that maybe they were just good friends, I watched Peter slip a hand around the back of Lampani’s neck and pull him in for a lingering kiss. Raising my eyebrows, I averted my gaze. Wow. If things went to plan with Nadia, the academy would have a gay couple and a lesbian couple. Talk about equal rights.
Just as her name flitted through my mind again, a movement from the corner of my eye drew my attention, then a feminine voice spoke.
“Hey, V. How’s it going?”

Thursday, 24 July 2014

Book Spotlight: A World Apart by Cd Brennan

Hamish squeezed the steering wheel repeatedly as if it was a soother ball. At least he refrained from grinding his teeth. He turned to Lizzy. “And how do you find this funny?”
“I don’t find it funny, ha ha,” Lizzy stressed. “More funny as in fun.”
“This is fun to you?”
“Sure! Why not? It’s an adventure! Out here on the side of a beautiful mountain under the stars. So we sleep in the car. Sounds good to me. There can only be a few hours until light, anyhoo, right? Not to mention, my adventure is with a fine and handsome Scotsman.” She playfully punched Hamish in the arm, an exaggerated smile on her face. “That’s you, Hamish.”
Luckily the darkness hid the blush that rose from his neck. Even now, he found it hard to believe women found him attractive. Too many embarrassing and awkward moments with girls when he was younger made him think otherwise.
He cleared his throat. He could tell her now about his interview tomorrow, but it wouldn’t help the situation. “I’m worried about Rennie.”
Barely the words were out when Lizzy had hopped over the center console of the front seat and launched herself into the backseat. The jacket she wore caught on his travel coffee mug, spilling the contents onto Lizzy as she landed with a hmph.
“No worries,” she said, smearing the cold coffee into her jeans.
Lizzy peered over the seats, then reached over to stroke each dog’s head.
“Both are sound asleep. Charlie is even snoring--” Lizzy broke off suddenly, turning around to face front. She pulled her knees to her chest. Her teeth were chattering.
“Lizzy, get in with the dogs.”
“Wh-wh-what?” She looked at him as if he was a complete tosser.
Her body had begun to convulse to counterbalance her heat loss.
He drew in a deep breath through his nose and tried again. “Please, get in the back.”
“You wa-wa-want me to go sit with the dogs?”
“You’re a real shit, ya know. I don’t deserve this. Sure, I know I was out with them all day, but it was ba-ba-better than waiting on your girlfriend.”
“Eh? What are you talking about?” Maybe she had already reached delirium. He needed to get her body temperature up as quickly as possible.
“That princess Marie at your house this morning, she said you said I would cook her breakfast. And there I was serving her food like a ser-ser-servant girl. It wasn’t gourmet cuisine or anything, but I still cooked it for her!”
“You’re telling me you don’t even remember her name? And here you came across as such a refined gentleman on Sunday. I should have listened to the rumors. They are obviously all true.”
Hamish hadn’t the slightest idea what Lizzy was going on about. Unless she meant his colleague’s daughter who had spent the night. He had barely said two words to her before he excused himself to prepare for his interview. His brother Alasdair had taken her to the Crooked Arm for the pub quiz night.
“I was hired to clean your house and cook some tea for you, not to wait on your shags. You never said anything about cooking for the girls you brought home--”
“I’m going to fold down the seats.” Hamish interrupted her before she got herself worked up any further.
“What the bloody hell for?”
“Lizzy, please! You’re having a delayed hypothermic reaction.”
A confused look passed over Lizzy’s face. “From the cold coffee?”

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Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Blog Tour Stop: Undaunted by Charity Parkerson

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Title – Undaunted Series – No Rival, #2 Author – Charity Parkerson Genre – Sports Erotica Publication Date – May 30, 2014 Length (Pages/# Words) – 100/ 34,069 Publisher – Ellora’s Cave Publishing Cover Artist – Publisher

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Book 2 in the No Rival series

What happens in the fight club stays in the fight club.

Brothers, Rhys and Knox, have been in love with the same woman for years. While Rhys has been open about his feelings toward Mandy, he’s kept her firmly locked in the friend zone. That is, until a night filled with too much alcohol explodes into passion.

Unfortunately, while Rhys doesn’t remember a minute of it, Mandy remembers every detail all too well. As secrets and betrayals begin to unravel their friendship, Knox seizes his chance to—finally—claim Mandy as his own.

With two sexy fighters squaring off to win her heart, Mandy must decide which to choose—the charming reprobate who’s been the center of her desire, yet always wrecks her life, or the merciless bad boy who wants to give her the world.

Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes male/male encounters that may have you wishing for two sexy fighters of your own.

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“Just tell us what you need and we’re your men.”

Ryan’s teasing, upbeat personality kept her smiling and she immediately felt at ease. “Get naked and act natural,” she said, somehow managing to keep a straight face.

Max groaned. “Great. Now there’s two of them. Don’t give him permission, Mandy. We’ll never get his clothes back on.”

“Fine,” she huffed, breaking out her best pout. “You will have to take your shirts off, though.” Max flashed a flirtatious glance her way that left her blushing as he stripped his shirt off. Oddly, she knew he didn’t mean it. Some people were overtly more sexual than others were. It was more of a vibe he owned. It was as if he couldn’t help himself. Of course, the knowledge did nothing to stop her face from burning every time he turned it in her direction. The third time blood flooded her cheeks, she felt Knox’s heat pressing into her back. Her heart slammed against her chest at the contact. He was everywhere. Overwhelming. Unmovable.

“He’s not for you.” His breath fanned across her neck as the whispered warning rang in her ears. The bite in his tone rolled over her skin. As he strode away, she watched the smooth movement of his body. Untamed. The word floated through her mind and she couldn’t let it go. He was a predator. Each time he was near, a shot of adrenaline pumped through her veins when she survived the encounter. One day, she wouldn’t.

After a few posed shots, Mandy focused on the action. “I’d love to get as many pictures as I can, if you want to take turns sparring. I’m not picky. However the three of you choose to pair up is fine with me.”

Knox gave her a sharp nod, and Ryan came over to stand at her side on the edge of the mat. Squaring off, Max and Knox circled one another. Staring down at the digital screen, Mandy zoomed in on Knox and her chest tightened even as she continued snapping pictures.

“Better Max than me,” Ryan said startling her with his tight tone.

Keeping her focus on her task, Mandy tried to keep the curiosity from showing in her voice. “Scared of getting your ass handed to you, huh?” she teased.

“An ass-kicking I can handle. I have no desire to die. Underground fighters train to compete with only one rule in mind. To the death. I mean, judging by Knox’s lifestyle, the money is good, but it takes a certain mentality to go into every match to kill or be killed.”

Mandy could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Her gaze slid over his body with a new eye as she searched for any truth to Ryan’s claim. The light glimmered off the silver rings in his nipples. Sleek muscles flexed and rolled as he poised for any opening. There wasn’t a hint of emotion on his face when he found one and took Max down to the mat. All the deep scars and bruises covering his body made themselves known in light of the new insight. Appearing content with a simple submission, Knox helped an unscathed Max to his feet.

“Oh, good. He didn’t kill him. I am a bit attached to him, after all.”

Knox looked in their direction at Ryan’s words. Raw sensuality dripped from his pores. His eyes darkened with lust. Electricity charged the air between them. Excitement pounded through Mandy. Her nipples ached and a tingle began at the base of her spine.

Ryan cleared his throat. “Whoa,” he muttered under his breath. “He’s going to do such naughty things to you and I want details,” he sang as he walked away heading in Max’s direction.

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Saturday, 19 July 2014

Saturday Storyteller Interview: Stacy McKitrick

What’s your name and where do you come from?
My name is Stacy McKitrick. I live in Dayton, Ohio. But if you want to get technical, I actually started out in Southern California (the first 18 years of my life).
Tell us a bit about your latest release.
My Sunny Vampire is my debut novel about a vampire who is accused of illegally turning a woman who resembles his late wife. How can he be accused and not know? Well… he has amnesia and in a way none of my vampires knew could even happen.
Where do you get your inspiration from?
My first inspiration came from Twilight (please don’t hate me!). Never thought about vampires being good and sexy until then. That got my mind going and the urge to write my own book (an adult book) wouldn’t go away. Once I opened that door to writing, I found my passion and became hooked. My characters now inspire me!
How do you go about creating the perfect "Swoon" worthy man?
Are there any “perfect” swoon-worthy men? I think not. But I like a man who is kind and caring. One who looks out for others before he looks out for himself. And the fact he could fill out a T-shirt and jeans and make you drool is only icing on the cake!
If you couldn’t be an author, what would your ideal career be?
I’ve been in the Army. I’ve been an administrative assistant and an accountant. I’ve even dabbled in photography (heck, I’ve got a degree in it!). But none of those compare to the joy I feel when I write. That IS my ideal career, and one I plan on working at for the rest of my life. But if I couldn’t be an author (God forbid!), I don’t know. Can you be a professional reader?
What do you do to unwind and relax?
Besides reading, I like watching television. My favorite (current) shows are: The Vampire Diaries, True Blood, Bones, Castle, NCIS, and Hawaii Five-O (mainly because of Alex O’Loughlin, who happens to be the spitting image of my character Jack in My Sunny Vampire). I was sad to see Being Human and Almost Human end this season. I could have watched more of them.
How do you decide how hot or not your book is going to be?
The story pretty much decides it for me. Some stories have more sex scenes than others, because the scene calls for it, not because I want to stick sex in the book. But I do not write SWEET. I like books where the door open, so I leave it open.
What do you do to get in the mood for writing love scenes? Candles, music etc?
There is no getting in the mood (at least for me). Writing love scenes are worse than writing fight scenes, but I have to treat them that way. The only requirement I need is the same I need whenever I write – no distractions. It either has to be quiet (music is okay—when I remember to turn it on—but no TV or conversations) or so loud it’s all white noise. Strange, huh?
What do you do when you’re not writing?
You mean I’m supposed to do something other than write? Well… I read (a lot, around 90 books in a year) and I love watching sports (hockey, baseball, football). My husband and I have season tickets to the Dayton Dragons (they are the single A team of the Cincinnati Reds).
Tell us something that might surprise our readers.
I descend from Susannah Martin, one of the first ladies to be tried for witchcraft during the Salem Witch Trials. Don’t know how surprising that is, but I think it’s pretty cool.
Stacy McKitrick always had stories in her head; she just never knew what to do with them. Then one day she decided to give writing a try and discovered the passion she’d been looking for all her life. Her stories contain paranormal characters, but her practical nature needs to make their existence plausible, as well as give them that happy ending (because it’s all about the love). Living in her own happy ending, she resides in Ohio with her husband, Jim and their two grown children. You can find her at
After centuries alone in darkness, how far will a vampire go for Sunshine?
Jack VanAllen has spent his long life following the rules and, as a member of the Vampire Committee, he also enforces them. So, when he awakens in an alley next to an illegally-turned vampire who resembles his late wife, he must prove his innocence or suffer the punishment: death. The problem? He doesn’t remember a thing.
Sunshine Petersen’s life as a vampire isn’t getting off to a great start. She’s got no control over her powers, can’t find a job, and sexy Jack is being stand-offish. The only thing she’d like more than catching the creep who turned her is getting Jack into the closest bed. But, could Jack be the one who turned her?
When he and Sunny team up to find the culprit, Jack discovers feelings he hasn’t had in years. But once Sunny finds out he’s keeping a major secret, she disappears. Unfortunately, the man who turned her still has plans…
CONTENT WARNING: Some graphic violence, sensual sex scenes, and a vampire who’s finally found his ‘sun.’
A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance