It’s a very exciting day here at The Southern Belle from Hell!! One of my favorite erotic authoresses is taking over the blog today to reveal the cover of her delicious new book, Wine Service. Mmmm… two of my favorite things, wine and steamy romance. So get ready for….
She offers satisfaction above and beyond what is requested.
Lexie’s job as a housekeeper at a five-star hotel doesn’t normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that important hotel guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he’s offered. Lexie can’t resist, and what should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. She finds much enjoyment in her “work,” but is it worth risking her job?
Zenobia Renquist is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife. She and her husband are owned by two demanding cats of the long-haired persuasion. Born in Europe and currently stationed in Hawaii, Zenobia has been traveling all her life. “Where are you from?” is not a question she likes to be asked but will usually answer Virginia, because it’s the one place that feels like home.
Zenobia’s stories range from steamy to scorching and she writes whichever genre catches her interest at the time. When not coming up with ways to torture her characters, she enjoys knitting and crochet (both regular and Tunisian) as well as reading shoujo and yaoi manga.
In case there’s someone out there who didn’t know, my big sis, Lucy Blue, is a much better writer than me. So much better that I’ve let her take over my blog today to talk about her new release, Alpha Romeo. It’s a scintillating tell-all book written in the style of a Hollywood memoir. Think about it this way– it’s the book about Angelina Jolie that you’ve always wanted to read. Lucy herself describes the book as being throwback to the old Danielle Steele/ Sidney Sheldon days. Anyway, today she’s taking over to talk about how she came to write Alpha Romeo and why it’s such an important book for her.
When I was a teen-ager, my mother’s favorite writer was Danielle Steele. It was one of the many things we fought about. “Those books are just garbage,” I would tell her. “They all have the same stupid, melodramatic plot. The characters are paper dolls. They read like the back of a cake mix. You read Thomas Hardy for fun, for heaven’s sake. How can you read that crap?”
As I recall, her defense usually ran along the lines of different strokes for different folks. But if I’d been particularly obnoxious, she might point out that she couldn’t understand how her beautiful daughter could enjoy “sickness” like Stephen King and Anne Rice, either, but she still loved me.
As I got older and started writing fiction of my own, she read every word I wrote. She was what that sicko Stephen King would call my “first reader,” and she praised it all, even the stuff outside her comfort zone, even the stuff I never finished. She encouraged me every step of the way, and when I sold my first book, a horror opus about vampires, consumptive whores, and Shakespeare, no one could have been more proud.
Mama’s health was never great, but about ten years ago, she took a definite turn for the worse. I was in the midst of writing about medieval vampires for Pocket Books. I actually made my first draft deadline for The Devil’s Knight during a two-week leave of absence I had taken from my day job to take care of her after her second open heart surgery. I don’t remember ever having the conscious thought to write a “Mama book.” I was very happy with my vamps. But right around that same time, reading a tabloid account of a celebrity divorce, I got the idea for Scarlett Cross, a movie star who’s been haunted her whole life by the violent death of her mother. I started writing about her in first person, a technique I hadn’t used for anything but short stories since college, because that was just how she came out of my head.
There are no supernatural monsters in Scarlett’s world. Maybe at that point in my life, the real world seemed a lot scarier than any horror I could think up. Maybe I lost the knack for believing in fairies and witches and vamps for a while. I know I made Scarlett a movie star to keep the fantasy, to keep that distance–the same reason, I suspect, that all of Danielle Steele’s heroines in those days were fashion models and lady business magnates and the daughters of Russian nobility. Those women go through hell, but they look fabulous doing it, and they never have to worry about stuff like money or bad plumbing (at least not after the first fifty pages). I know for me at that time, the story of an ordinary woman watching her mother waste away was beyond my talent and strength. But I could write the outlandish trials and tribulations of Scarlett Cross at lightning speed, wallowing in her pain. I wrote her made-up memoir right alongside my paranormals, hundreds and hundreds of pages of her voice telling the lurid story of her life while my own life as I had always known it fell apart.
And out of that came my latest book, Alpha Romeo, the story of Scarlett’s first love. Mama passed away in 2008, years before my notebooks full of Scarlett gelled into anything like an actual book, but sections of that manuscript were the last of my writing she ever read. “I love this one,” she told me. “This one is you. This is the one.” And while I know my vamps are as much me as Scarlett, and I still think Danielle Steele’s writing kind of sucks, I love this story in a way I’ve never loved anything else I’ve written. Because I know she would love it, not because her daughter wrote it, but because it’s her kind of book.
Our poor mother always wondered how she ended up with two daughters who liked to hide in a fantasy world. I think it’s safe to say that we are exactly what she made us. Here’s more about the book:
If the tabloids only knew.
Scarlett Cross is the classic Hollywood princess. Daddy is a movie star; Mama was a supermodel murdered when Scarlett was only four years old. Now she’s eighteen pretending to be younger for the sake of her father’s image and starting her own career as the muse of a famous European auteur. But bad boy actor Romeo Kidd is everything she’s ever wanted. He makes her feel safe and loved and wanted for the first time in her life, and she’ll do anything to keep from letting him go.
If Alpha sounds like your kind of book too, you can click the image above and zoom right over to buy it! It’s also available from Purple Sword Publications and All Romance if you prefer a different format. They also have nifty-neato excerpts so you can test drive first!!
My latest and greatest, Alpha Romeo, a contemporary Hollywood romance in the tradition of Danielle Steele and TMZ, comes out tomorrow, Wednesday, August 20, from Purple Sword Publications. I know, right? I’m so psyched, I can’t stand myself. The only thing that would make me happier would be to know people are reading it. People who already know me well enough and/or dig something I’ve written enough to actually be reading this. People who will hopefully love it and might even be moved to review it at Purple Sword’s own website or Barnes & Noble or AllRomance.com or even our good old crazy uncle Amazon. My publisher will send it out to dedicated review sites, and that’s awesome. But I know when I’m choosing a pleasure read, I’m more likely to trust the reader reviews there on the site where I’m shopping. So that’s…
Welcome! Today kicks off the Death’s Dance blog tour. That’s right, author Crymsyn Hart is stopping by the blog today to talk about her top ten horror movie villains. And Crymsyn knows horror movies.
Yes, it’s true I am a big lover of horror movies. Have been since the first time I saw one when I was four. That movie was Poltergeist. I remember peeking out from behind the chair in our living room and watching the movie. Although I can’t recall what about the movie frightened me the most, probably that darn clown doll that attacks the kids because it still creeps me out today. From that first movie I was hooked.
I watch B movies and some I classify as C grade movies because we know they are just so bad that you can’t look away. For a couple of years when I was a teenager and there were such things as video rental places, I would walk up the street and rent a video for $1.25. And the video store was stocked with movies from Full Moon Productions way back in the 1990’s and I watched things like Subspecies, Puppet Master, Meridian, & Trancers to name a few.
Horror villains come in all shapes, sizes, and other supernatural varieties. Here are my favorite top ten.
Death – from the Final Destination movies because you can’t cheat death.
Blade – From all the Puppet Master movies
The Tall Man – Phantasm franchise
PumpkinHead – PumpkinHead
Pennywise – It
Radu – Subspecies Movies
Freddy Krueger – Nightmare on Elm Street
The Creeper- Jeepers Creepers
Chrome Skull – Laid to Rest & Chrome Skull: Laid to Rest 2
David – Lost Boys
So yeah these probably are the typical ones most people pick. However, these are some of my favorite franchises I watch while I’m writing. If you haven’t seen any, I suggest checking them out.
Ugh! How is David from The Lost Boys not higher on the list??!!! He’s one of my favorites as well. But I suppose I have to forgive Crymsyn, as she is a true goddess of horror. This month, she’s spotlighting her new release from Seventh Star Press, Death’s Dance. Here’s a little taste:
Being a psychic, you would think talking to the dead was a walk in the park. However, it’s not always that simple. The hooded specter haunting me is one I’ve been dreaming about since I was a kid. One day, he appeared in my bedroom mirror. Good. Evil. I don’t know what his true intentions are. Enter Jackson, ghost hunting show host extraordinaire, and my ex, to save me from the big bad ghost. From there…well…it’s been a world wind of complications. My house burnt down. I’m being stalked by an ancient evil and gotten myself back into the world of being a ghost hunting psychic. Jackson dragged me, along with a few other psychics, to a ghost town wiped off the map called Death’s Dance.
From there things went from bad to worse.
You’re asking, where can I get this jewel?? This tome of horrific loveliness that will haunt my dreams so badly that I’ll have to shove it in the freezer til morning? Well, kittens, you can just click on the cover above or follow these links:
Crymsyn is a National Bestselling author of over seventy paranormal romance and horror novels. Her experiences as a psychic have given her a lot of material to use in her books. She currently resides in Charlotte, NC with her hubby and her three dogs. If she’s not writing, she’s curled up with the dogs watching a good horror movie or off with friends.
So I’ve decided to try this #TeaserTuesday thing. I don’t normally do it, but I’ll give it a whirl. So the idea is to give a teaser– just a little paragraph– of your book. My problem is, I have the hardest time finding ONE paragraph that will entice all of you rabid readers. But I’ll do my best. BTW– this teaser isn’t exactly SFW.
“No undergarments. How scandalous, Miss Spencer,” he rasped against my ear, so close that I could feel his lips moving against the cuff. He accented his mock displeasure with a firm squeeze. My nipple immediately tightened under his palm. Biting back a groan, I leaned back into his embrace. I could feel his cock, already impossibly hard and trapped in an unforgiving prison of denim, nudging against my backside. “I could do it, you know,” he continued. “I could eat you alive.” His words made my heart pound like a jackhammer against my breast, sending a shockwaves of sensation straight to my center. Involuntarily, I moved against him, rocking my hips backward in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief. Between my thighs was a rainforest, hot and wet. I wanted so badly to open them and let the cool air sooth my sex. I was thankful that I had opted for no panties. I don’t think my body would stand the friction. “Careful, love,” he whispered, his voice startling me. “It wouldn’t do to have you come right here in the elevator.”
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Damn, that Alexander Kensington– whew…. I could just eat him up. Here’s more about the book so you can go buy the WHOLE thing for the bargain price of less than 2 bucks!
Fangirl favorite Alexander Kingston has a “type”—blonde, willowy and sophisticated. He doesn’t give mousey wardrobe mistress Elizabeth a second look, until she transforms herself and sets out to seduce him.
But dark desires are at play. Before long their erotic encounter will turn into a date to die for.
Inside Scoop: This story contains sinister themes and predatory intentions.
A Romantica® horror erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
I was very excited to receive your Email request this morning, asking for my help in your battle against Hachette. Not since Carrie White got invited to the prom has a girl been more pleasantly shocked to be included. And you’re right; those big publisher types are just fuckers. I was a mid-list romance author for Pocket Books/Simon & Schuster all through the 2000s, and let me tell you—
Oh, right, sorry, you want to talk about your thing. No, yeah, of course; it’s totally fine. So anyway, okay, Hachette and its other big nasty “media conglomerate” friends have been being all hateful to you at Amazon about your e-books. I heard about the whole collusion thing – those bastards! You and the Supreme Court are so right; I don’t blame you one bit for being upset. I mean, I know in my heart that if you…
Well baby loves, I’ve been away on vacation for a week but now I’m back and ready to roll! The last few days I’ve been playing “catch up” at the day job, doing LOTS of laundry and trying to figure out Google+ (Do people really use that? If you do, please join me there and teach me the ways of your people.).
Well is there a more perfect way to come back after vacation than to have a shiny new release? I don’t think so. That’s right, it’s finally available from Ellora’s Cave— “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.” It’s a short little erotic horror piece that was shamelessly inspired by the craziness of the #Sherlock fandom. In fact, I’m really expecting some kind of cease and desist order from #BenedictCumberbatch ‘s legal team. I defy you not to see the similarities in the “hero”, Alexander Kensington and Mr. #Cumberbatch. Though, I have to apologize a little for that. I can’t tell you why, as it would spoil the story. Just keep in mind— it’s erotic HORROR. “Happily ever after” is not part of the equation. So I’m going to shut up and give you a little glimpse….
I did a little research before hitting the salon. Just a little. Alex’s tastes in women haven’t really changed all that much—blonde stick figures with lazy bedroom eyes and pale skin. Or, as I like to call them, corpses. The hardest part, really, was losing the weight. For a year I’ve done nothing but eat seaweed and go for unenergetic walks around the block. The good news is, I now have that ghostly, wan look I’ve always wanted. Then all I needed was a little hair dye, some makeup and a new red dress. Standing in front of the full length mirror in the hotel bathroom, I surprised myself. For a moment I might have believed that I could actually be one of them. One of those posh peacocks who looked like living goddesses as they strolled down the street.
Teetering on high heels, I step out to cross the street to his hotel. It’s late, nearly midnight. He’ll be at the bar, having a drink at a table in the corner and trying to be unobtrusive. It’s been his habit each night for several weeks. Come in from set, take a shower, put on something casual and un-put-together and head down to the hotel bar for a vodka and tonic. He stays there for about an hour. That’s how long it usually takes for some doe-eyed waitress to catch his eye. They exchange niceties. He compliments her smile. She stammers and blushes, immediately recognizing him by that gravely baritone voice. Innocently, he flashes his famous boyish grin and begs for her utmost discretion, which she will, of course give. At least until the next morning on Twitter. He always leaves a pile of cash on the table and then ushers her out of the bar and up to his room. It’s Alex’s M.O. and it isn’t new. Of course, tonight will be different. Tonight I’ll be the prey.
Ok, so now that I’ve tempted you with an excerpt, I better tell you where you can find this jewel. You can click the image above or go to http://www.ellorascave.com/gentlemen-prefer-blondes.html to download in any of your favorite eBook formats. I’ve also put together a little muse board on Pinterest if you’re interested. It has pics, music, recipes and little excerpts from the story: http://www.pinterest.com/lexxxchristian/gentlemen-prefer-blondes/ . And speaking of social media– I’ve done a little update page that has all of my links so you can stalk me better. If you aren’t following me on Twitter, Facebook, etc– you’re missing out. I’m way funnier on Twitter at 2am. Just sayin’…