Monday, June 30, 2014

My Writing Process

I was tagged by the awesomely fantastical Selena Illyria--a multi-published author, part vampire, part pixie who was born with a need to write and enable.To read her post on her writing process, click here.

1) What am I working on?

Right now I'm working on Triple Knockout. It's a fantastically smexy m/m/f menage that features two boxers and the lucky lady who benefits from their dirty skills in and out of the ropes. It's set in the Checking It Twice and The Naughty List world, so expect to see some familiar faces! After this book is wrapped up and in my editor's hands I'll be working on another exciting project--the first title in a brand new spinoff series I'm doing that follows the Soul Collectors from That Old Black Magic. To learn a little bit more about Kissin' Hell, you can read my blog post here.

2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I'd say my main difference is that I incorporate a lot of humor into my books. Most of my characters have a very different outlook on life, so that usually comes through in the situations they find themselves in. On the flip side of this, I also like to delve deeper into the emotional side of things, and even explore darker topics. I think infusing the humor in there keeps a good balance between the two. 

3) Why do I write what I do?

I have a dirty mind. No, seriously. It's just the way my brain works. Basically my muse requires 2 things to be satisfied: sex and...okay, possibly it's just sex. A cool, quirky plot and the occasional pufferfish reference are just bones I throw to her every once in a while. And yes, I worked bone into the sentence. I get double bonus points and a Snickers bar for that.

4) How does your writing process work?

My only real ritual when it comes to writing is creating a soundtrack for my books. I've always been inspired by music, so it definitely helps me get into the groove of a story and its characters. Aside from that, I have a general idea of the main plot points, the ending, and how I'm going to get there before I start writing. Sometimes (aka: all the time) the characters decide they want to do things their own way and the actual finished book turns out being slightly different from how I visualized it in my head. That's okay though. Because 9 times out of ten, my characters are far more brilliant than me. Again, that's okay. Because I'm a better air guitarist. And we all know that's a life skill that trumps pretty much everything else.

So that's a little peek into the insanity that is my writing process. 

For Monday, July 7th continuation of the tour, I tagged Kelly Apple, who has a love affair with zombies, adores werewolves, and consorts with demons. Ahh, the life of an author.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Coming Soon to an ereader near you!

Okay, I've been sitting on this announcement for a while, but it's time to let the cat out of the bag. Well, the cat and dog, in this case. A brand spankin' new That Old Black Magic spinoff series is on it's way! And I'm doing something pretty exciting and special for it's launch. As many of you know, I'm part of the Red Hot Authors group. If you haven't already checked us out, please do! Lots of amazingly talented writers and fabulous books to discover! Our next collection is going to be centered around Halloween, so I had an aha moment. What better way to introduce new readers to the That Old Black Magic world while also giving my wonderful, awesometastically dedicated fans some new magical smexiness to drool over? So long story short, that's how Kissin' Hell was born. I already have an amazing cover, thanks to the uber talented Becky McGraw. I can't show it off until the Red Hots start their big cover reveals in October, but in the meantime here's a teaser peek at the blurb and the theme songs for the hero and heroine--Jericho and Lola.

The Soul Collectors have always played a fun, integral part of the That Old Black Magic world, and I'm super excited to share their stories with y'all!

Kissin' Hell~ Coming October 15!

There are two certainties in life soul collector and hellhound Jericho Stryker knows too well—Death never takes a holiday, and women are typically more trouble than they’re worth. That goes double for his personal nemesis and regular pain in his backside, Lola McKenna. Sure, the luscious little hellcat gets his blood boiling in more ways than one, but some scratches are best left un-itched. That determination is strained to the max when a botched soul acquisition job lands him on the same case as Lola.

Fetching a stubborn soul from a haunted bordello should be a piece of cake. Unfortunately for Lola, she has to deal with Jericho horning in on her bounty. Attempting to keep her cool and her wits around her sinfully sexy adversary? Easier said than done. Especially when she finds herself locked overnight with Jericho. Not strangling him before sunrise? A faint possibility. Ignoring the lusty, depraved sexual fantasies he awakens in her? A snowball’s chance in hell of happening. But worse of all is the very real possibility that he could steal the one thing she most fears losing to him—her heart.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Author Guest: Kellie Kamryn + Giveaway!

Today I'm super thrilled to have a truly awesome author and friend, Kellie Kamryn stopping by for a visit. I first met Kellie at the Romantic Times Convention back in May. I had such a blast hanging out with her in NOLA, and when she told me about her new UFC book, I KNEW I had to pimp this one out! And you're in luck, because Kellie is generously offering up a digital copy! For a chance to win, just comment about whether or not you watch UFC and if you like it. Please leave an email addy so we can contact you if you're the winner. Contest is open to all, but closes at Midnight on June 6th. Good luck!

                                        Guilty as Sin: Sin City Series Book 1

A UFC fighter caught up in the world of organized crime risks his one chance at freedom to save the woman he loves.
As a UFC fighter, Sinclair Reed aka Sinister 3, always had a plan. Getting tangled up with the mob, or falling in love with a woman he can’t forget, never factored into it.
After a brief affair, bestselling author, Cherie Bouchard, thought she’d seen the last of UFC light middleweight champ “Sinister 3” when they parted ways at the airport. Determined to discover if her feelings are real for Sinclair, or the result of her hopeless romantic imagination, she purchases tickets to his fight when the UFC comes to town.
As the lovers re-unite, they discover someone wants him dead, and Sinclair has twenty-four hours to choose between Cherie and freedom. For a smart guy like him, it should be a no-brainer. When it comes to the woman he loves, he’s as guilty as sin.


Unspoken communication passed between them—desire, longing, raw sensuality. She gestured between them. “So, that’s all this is between us? Lust?”
“Is that what you came to ask me?”
Swallowing hard, her head bobbed an affirmative. “I suppose.”
Sinclair cast his gaze downward, before locking it onto her. “No. Yes.” He sighed in exasperation. “Truth is…I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I said good-bye.” The admission lightened a burden he hadn’t been aware he’d carried.
Her breath caught, and she pressed a hand to her heart. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” Truth sets you free.
“Jesus H… I thought it was just me.” Pacing in a small circle, she gestured in a wild fashion. “I tried so hard to put you behind me, to tell myself it was only a good time… But I just couldn’t—”
He interrupted. “Get me out of your head?”
Sheepish, she nodded.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “That’s how I felt, but about you.” Sinclair waved his arm in a helpless gesture. “I didn’t want to hurt you. You’re an amazing woman. But with my training schedule, and the distance—I didn’t want to commit to something—”
“Stop.” Cherie raised both hands in front of her. “Don’t. I thought maybe if I saw you again, I’d see you for who you are and be able to get you out of my system once and for all. Turns out—not so much.”
“This’ll make me sound like more of a jerk, but just because I’ve thought of you often, doesn’t mean I’ve been celibate since we parted.”
A light laugh accompanied her shrug. “I didn’t expect you to be. We had no commitment. I’ve been on a date or two as well.”
Unexpected jealousy reared its ugly head. Sinclair bristled, a low growl sounding in his throat at the thought of her with another man, his hands on her, fucking her.
Curiosity etched her brow. “Let’s agree not to talk about our sex lives,” she suggested.
Sinclair gave a curt nod. “Agreed.” He shifted in his seat, legs splayed.
Her eyes were drawn to his crotch. Moistening her lips again, she quickly averted her gaze.
“Cherie,” he said, voice low when he spoke. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you. I just can’t think of anything coherent to say. Not when I want you the way I do.”
“You’ve already warned me. Understood.”
For a moment, he wondered if she’d walk away. He half hoped she would, simplifying their lives.
With deliberate slowness, she untied the knot at her waist, letting the sweater fall open and hang from her shoulders to reveal the silky fabric of her tank top for a moment before letting it fall to the floor. Cherie shimmied her shoulders, the thin straps of her top, sliding down her arms.
Sinclair sucked in a breath as the top snagged on her beaded nipples for a second, the built-in bra dissolving as the shirt slid down her torso. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, believe me, I want to.” Cherie wriggled her hips, and in a dull swish of clothing, jeans, shirt and panties pooled on the floor at her feet.
His erection grew as his eyes roamed over her body from head to toe. Nude, she posed in front of him, one hand on jutted hip. He watched her breasts rise and fall with each panting breath. She lifted her chin, and he took the hint, unzipping his jeans, and sliding the material down over his hips, lifting his ass to remove them altogether. He lowered himself into the seat a little more, cock straining against his boxer briefs.
She tilted her head in a coy gesture. “It’s not a fair fight.”
With a chuckle, he stripped off his underwear, allowing his cock to spring to attention. The scent of her arousal wafted over to him, assaulting his senses. He extracted a condom from the wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, and rolled it down his dick.
Swaying her hips, she sauntered toward him, and reached for his T-shirt. He lifted his arms for her to take it off.
His arms circled her waist. “Come here, baby.”
An ear-to-ear grin on her face, Cherie climbed onto his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs, hands resting on his shoulders.
Sinclair gripped her hips, guiding her pussy until she was poised over his cock which strained to get inside her. He searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation. “You sure?” he asked.
“Absolutely.” She lowered her hips until the plump head of his cock probed her slick entrance. Her hot, wet pussy melted around his hard shaft as he slid home. Her head tipped back, eyes rolled up to the ceiling.
“Fuck, baby.” Sinclair panted, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, his tongue licking a path along the ridge and up the column of her throat. He resisted the urge to flip her to her back and fuck her like an animal in heat. “I’ve missed you.”
The tears shining in her eyes tugged at his heart. “I’ve missed you, too, Sin,” she whispered, using the nickname she’d given him as a play on his fighting name, “Sinister Three”.
“Ride me, Sweetheart. Now.”

Award-winning author, Kellie Kamryn is captain of her crew wearing many a hat: chauffeur, cook, maid, and arm chair psychologist. In her spare time, she lets her sassy side out to play, writing stories and poetry that sweeps readers into other worlds of contemporary erotic romance.
Sweet and romantic, or sassy and hot, Kellie's writing will melt your heart - and maybe your undies! Her vivid style of storytelling has gained her erotic romances numerous 5-star reviews. Mulit-talented, she does voice work recording audiobooks, available exclusively on Amazon, iTunes,

A PRO member of the Romance Writers of America, Kellie is a regular contributing blogger for the Ass Cheek Angels as well as a motivational speaker, and most recently a regular contributor to the Lifestyle section on To drop her a line, contact her through her website:

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Monday, June 2, 2014

Red Hot and BOOM!

On June 1st, me and 15 other authors released 15 stories called the Red Hot and BOOM series. They have a common theme—the Fourth of July—and are only 99 cents each. To search for them on Amazon, just put Red Hot and BOOM in the search area. Hopefully all fifteen stories will show up in your search results!

Below is a handy dandy guide to help you find the deets on our books:

Facebook group for Red Hot and BOOM stories:

Weebly site for the Red Hot authors:

All Hat No Cattle
Randi Alexander

Deep in cowboy country for a rodeo, Harper Johansen is looking for a cowboy of her own, but roughneck Shaw Donahue needs to convince her to value a man for more than his cattle.

Return to Her
Alexandra O’Hurley

Mason Parker is shipping out for a year, and can’t leave without letting Cassie Summers’ know how he feels.  Fireworks erupt when the two friends decide to take their chances on love.

Come For Me
Sable Hunter and Ryan O’Leary

Orgasms. Essential.  Necessary. Lacy has never had one. Is she frigid? Maybe she needs a new man. This July 4th, Jake intends to give Lacy hotter fireworks in bed than those lighting up the night. 

White Chocolate Cherry
Graylin Rane

Julia has been picked to receive a Candy Man Delivery. Excited and apprehensive, she must choose between her devotion to her late husband and a future with a Greek god.

Naughty Girls Do
Jodi Redford

To hook a bad boy, sometimes a girl’s got to play dirty. When it comes to Ash Bodry, Lexie Winters will do whatever it takes: shedding her good girl status, her inhibitions, and her panties.

Desiree Holt

When Chad Bailey and Brody Hunter promise Dani DeLuca, a/k/a Firecracker a hot Fourth of July, none of them was prepared for the explosion when they hit the sheets.

Knocked Out
Ty Langston

When producer Hayley Monroe gets the job of a lifetime in finding MMA ‘Next Great Hope’, Evan Bates gives her more than she bargained for both in and out of the Octagon. 

Stars and Sparks
Christin Lovell

One, plus size, extra sassy journalist, plus one, muscled up, super sexy ex-Marine, equals more stars and sparks than a single small town can handle.

A Slow Burn
Tigris Eden

Fast life, fast lane, that’s what Anna’s grown accustom to while living in New York. Returning home has made it clear she needs to slow down and enjoy the one man she’s always wanted, Jackson Storme.

One Last Rodeo
By Michel Prince

Betsy Flynn ran away to the city to avoid the boy who broke her heart, now JT Long has one last rodeo to bring his country girl home.

Scorin’ on the Fourth of July
Cassandra Carr 

When professional hockey player Mikael meets USA Olympic goaltender Terri, both her beauty and skill attract him. But Terri might have to leave town to keep playing and their blossoming love put on ice.

Sparks Fly
Mari Carr 

I Do is the easy part. Happily ever after? Not so much. Over the Fourth of July weekend, Evan vows he'll reignite his wife, Annie's passion with his own brand of fireworks.

Dual Desires
Shyla Colt

Offered up as payment for a family debt, Ardy finds herself thrust into a world of danger. Demon, The president of the Dueling Devils M.C. wanted a nanny, but found much more than he anticipated. 

For Liberty
Rene Folsom

While deployed, his mission classified, the heartfelt letters Maximus writes are the only bits of communication Liberty receives while he is away. His letters are a constant reminder of why he chooses to fight: For Liberty.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

It's release day for Naughty Girls Do!

Naughty Girls Do, part of the Red Hot and BOOM! collection, is now available! Pick it up for $0.99 at Amazon.

Lexie Winters is on a mission—to lose her good girl image and tempt resident bad boy, Ash Bodry, into her bed. Tired of being treated like his kid sister, it’s past time for her to play dirty. She has her work cut out for her though when it comes to the sinfully sexy yet incredibly frustrating man.

As far as Ash is concerned, Lexie is strictly off limits. Not only are they friends, her dad just happens to be the sheriff, and years ago the man steered Ash away from a life of crime. No way is he repaying that favor by giving into his wicked fantasies of Lexie. But when the little vixen strolls into his tattoo parlor and requests a very naughty piercing, Ash’s honorable intentions are tested to their limits.

Now that Lexie’s hammered the first chink in Ash’s defenses, and he’s sweating bullets, there’s no chance in hell she’s settling for his hands off policy. Even if it means some flirty strip tease action and late night skinny dipping to convince him that this newfound naughty girl will do whatever it takes to get her man.

Break out the fireworks and get ready to kick off your summer with this HOT new collection of stories. Naughty Girls Do is part of the Red Hot and BOOM multi-author series (stands alone for reading enjoyment)


A massive case of jittery nerves twisting her stomach into a knot, Lexie Winters hesitated outside the entrance to Shores Ink. Tearing her focus from the intricate black and white tribal graphic stenciled on the door, she gave her best friend and co-conspirator, Grace Jennings, a panicked look. “Why can’t I just get a tattoo?” Granted, she’d have to get it somewhere discreet. She didn’t want to completely scandalize her coworkers at the library. Of course, not much chance of that not happening if it ever leaked out what she was intending to get done at Ash Bodry’s tattoo parlor.

Grace indulged in a long-suffering sigh. “We’ve already discussed this. A tattoo won’t get Ash’s attention.”

“What if I get it on my butt? Or boob?”

“Puh-lease.” Grace rolled her eyes. “Can you imagine the amount of asses and boobs Ash likely sees on a daily basis? Not gonna impress him.”

Grimacing, Lexie readjusted her tortoise frame lenses before inspecting her cleavage. “I’ve never gotten any complaints about the girls before.”

“Of course you haven’t. They’re the freaking Eighth Wonder of the World.” Grace gestured to the front of Lexie’s pink halter-top. “I wasn’t referring so much to your attributes as the tattoo in general. If you’re going to prove to Ash that you’re not a goody two shoes, you’re going to have to pull out all the stops. No relying on the miracle twins there to get the job done, Toots.”

Lexie swallowed hard. “I don’t know—”

“Yes, you do. Now pull up your big girl panties and get your ass in there, Wussarella.”

With that encouraging endearment ringing in her ears, Lexie sucked in a deep breath and ducked through the doorway. Heavy metal music drifted from the central sound system, its bass-loaded beat vibrating the floor and amping the nervous tension prickling beneath her skin. It wasn’t the first time she’d stepped inside Ash’s shop. God knows she’d invented plenty of excuses for dropping by over the years. Still, the pretense of bringing him lunch was far less stress inducing than her present plan.

Stalling, she deliberately dragged her feet, feigning a renewed interest in the photos grouped on the nearest wall. The images depicted various shots of Ash’s one of a kind custom ink designs. She leaned in for a closer scrutiny of her favorite out of the bunch—a gorgeously detailed mermaid. Each scale appeared so vividly real, she swore the mythical creature would leap to life with the tiniest flick of its jewel-toned tail. Lexie chewed her bottom lip. Maybe...

A loud rap rattled the front door, and Lexie instinctively jumped. Heart knocking in triple time, she tossed a guilty look toward the entrance. Sure enough, Grace was giving her the stink eye. Gusting a resigned exhalation, Lexie abandoned her post in front of the tattoo gallery and approached the unmanned appointment desk. Dalton—Ash’s assistant—was nowhere to be seen. Thank God for small favors. Because the less witnesses she had for this, the better.

She rounded the corner of the studio, and struggled to kill her lusty sigh as she took in her first Ash sighting of the day. A bounty of muscles flexing in his colorfully inked shoulders and upper arms, he hefted from his seat and leaned over the sketch pad propped open on his work station, his strong, masculine features set in fierce concentration. Dark eyebrows slashing low toward the bridge of his nose, he switched out his blue pen for a red one and continued free handing his creation on the paper. Taking advantage of his complete absorption with his task, Lexie drank up every ounce of his gorgeous perfection.

No, perfection wasn’t the right word when describing Ash Bodry. He was no pretty boy, by any means. His nose bore a slightly off kilter slant thanks to participating in one too many brawls back in the day, and the faint remnant of a scar still christened the spot above his biceps where he’d been stabbed in a knife fight. For some women, those lingering battle wounds of his past might have been a turn off. Then of course there were the braver, wilder girls who were drawn to Ash’s not-entirely-redeemed bad boy side. In Lexie’s case, her feelings for him ran more than skin deep.

She was one hundred percent hopelessly in love with Ash. Had been for nearly twelve years, ever since the fateful day her dad busted Ash in the act of hotwiring the mayor’s pristine ’68 Corvette Stingray. Rather than pushing to have Ash thrown in juvie, her dad had volunteered to personally oversee Ash’s probation. As the sheriff of a small lakeside community that quadrupled in residency and potential crime rate during peak summer season, taking on the role of Ash’s sponsor had been no small commitment on her dad’s part. But he’d set Ash on the—mostly—straight and narrow, and in the process inadvertently sealed Lexie’s lovelorn plight by arranging for Ash to help her that entire summer at her grandpa’s campground. Despite Ash having two years on her in age—and an infinitely higher amount of years on her when it came to street smarts—they’d formed a close bond that’d remained unshakable throughout the years.

Sending up a silent prayer that she wasn’t about to destroy that record, she steeled her spine and took a tentative step forward.