SYS: Did I Mention…

Available 12/17 @ BN.com, Bookstrand, and AllRomance eBooks

that my new short, “Masquerade,” is currently out now?  You can buy it from Barnes and Noble, AllRomance eBooks, Bookstrand and of course Amazon.  It would make a great gift for all those pervs in your life that will be getting Kindle Fires for Christmas.  I you don’t believe me, you can always take Queen Tutt’s word for it…

“I loved the surprising ending and loved the smooth writing. I look forward to reading more from this author.”— Ronda Tutt, Queentutt’s World of Escapism

And she’s a queen.  So she should know.

But seriously, I loved writing this piece.  It came so easily to me and I hope that the smooth flow of the words comes through in the piece itself.  I think I mentioned earlier that this story is kind of personal for me, so I wanted to make it the best I could.

At any rate, I thought I’d end the blog hop entries with a couple of shout outs to some great friends in the writing world who have also released some fabulous work that would be great for curling up in a chair with your Kindle.

1.  Blood Doll by Siobhan Kinkade– Siobhan is my dearest friend and I got to see this short from the conception of the idea through the finished product.  It is definitely worth the $3.99.  Take a look at the BLURB:  Lana Roberts has come to Boston searching for her twin sister, Sarah. The last place Sarah was seen is an underground club called The Mausoleum. Not realizing what she has gotten herself into, Lana enters, only to find herself in the company of a seductively frightening vampire named Christian Sterling – the only creature in the place that wants to help her. But there’s one problem.  Lana is still human.  If she goes back into The Mausoleum, she’ll be killed, but Christian has a plan…if he can only convince her to go along with it. Can a pair of Halloween costumes, the sexy stranger she has found herself falling for, and a little bit of unorthodox behavior save the day? And just how long can Lana keep telling herself she doesn’t want him?

2.  Shattered by Cassandre Dayne– Another dear friend, Cassandre teaches me something about writing every time I read one of her stories.  They’re hot, but without sacrificing plot or romance.  You can tell that she’s passionate about her work and that makes her a great author.  Take a look– Movie star Hunter Reynolds knew a thing or two about the ladies but he didn’t crave them. Instead, he enjoyed the company of men and while he adored Taylor, his live in lover and best friend, they weren’t in love and Hunter refused to be seen in public with him. After all, Hunter’s fans believed he was straight. When he was brutally attacked, he was uncertain he would ever work in Hollywood again and his doctors weren’t sure they could repair the damage. Angry and bitter, Hunter pushed everyone out of his life including Taylor. Sadly, Hunter was merely the latest victim in a series of horrific crimes targeting gay entertainers. Macgyver Donovich was a reporter for the LA Times who’d written stories on each one of the victims and was anxious to talk with Hunter. From the moment he met the rough-hewn man who exuded sexuality along with chocking self loathing, MacGyver was fascinated. Determined to get to the bottom of the attacks, Mac wrote a series of edgy columns in an attempt to egg on the perpetrator. Entering into a pact to fight back, both Mac and Hunter realized it was only a matter of time before the assailant struck again. As they grew closer by their respective haunted pasts, a series of new threats were issued and both men were forced to confront their demons. As the race to find the attacker continued, Mac and Hunter finally discovered what they’d been missing in life–love. But was it simply too late?

3.  Paw Prints by Rebel Writers With a Cause — I was so pleased to be a part of this project, as I am an avid animal lover.  And no… that has nothing to do with shape-shifting.  Anyway, check this one out!  What happens when twenty five writers get together with a story idea geared toward helping better one small corner of the world? Meet Kylie Wright and Buster and find out this December in Paw Prints, a brand new story created by Rebel Writers with a Cause.  Buster was a bait dog, the kind used to teach others like him to fight to the death. Left for dead on the side of an empty country road, Kylie Wright finds him and sets into motion a whirlwind of events that offer both she and Buster a second chance at life. With his new master and a handsome vet tech, Jason, at his side, Buster might have just found his very own Shangri-La. That is if the people who abused him, the very same people threatening both Kylie and Jason, can be brought to justice. Will Buster finally have the life and family he deserves or will fate deliver each of them at the feet of the cruel men running the death pit?  Rebel Ink Press supports the mission of The Humane Society of the United States and a financial donation will be made to help support their cause. Your support of our project is greatly appreciated and it is our sincere hope you’ll help us spread the word regarding this worthwhile cause.

4.  Three Fur All by Crymsyn Hart– Aah Crymmie.  Yet another of my writing partners.  This chick is so damn creative that she scares me sometimes.  Her newest release is by far one of the sexiest shape-shifter books I’ve ever seen.  It will probably burn up your eReader, but you’ll be begging for more.  Here’s the blurb:  October has escaped from her kidnappers only to run into the arms of two sexy men who help her recuperate. She finds herself falling for her handsome heroes.  Mika and Elliot know not to get involved with October because she’ll return home once she heals. As much as they fight their growing attraction, the more they desire her.  But there is also another who craves her. Her captors haven’t let her out of their sights and soon return for her. Together Mika and Elliot must risk everything to save the woman they love before everything explodes around them.

5.  Ghosts of the SC Upcountry and others by Talmadge Johnson– OK, this one is NOT a romance novel, boys n’ girls.  But it has a special place in my heart because it was written by my best friend in the entire world– Tally Johnson.  His folklore and history blends together so nicely in this non-fiction book that will keep you on the edge of your seat.  And the best part is– he’s got 2 others just like them for different parts of the state.  Read his blurb.  I defy you to NOT want to read this book.  With a history that stretches back to the earliest years of America, it comes as little surprise that the Upstate region of South Carolina is home to many ghosts and to hundreds of intriguing legends. In Ghosts of the South Carolina Upcountry, librarian and folklorist Tally Johnson introduces us to some of the area’s most colorful specters, from Major Ferguson, a British officer in the Revolutionary War who still haunts the grounds of his last battle at Kings Mountain, to the “Hound of Goshen,” a demon dog who has been chasing passersby in Union and Newberry Counties since the mid-nineteenth century. Among these stories Johnson weaves the local lore and history of thirteen upstate counties, drawing upon sources as varied as historic records, newspapers and personal interviews. Following Tally’s footsteps as he tours the Upcountry, the willing participant on this spooky journey can visit places like Foster’s Tavern in Spartanburg, where the sounds of ghostly piano music and horses trotting on the roof can be heard, and a bridge in Gaffney where the victim of a nearly forgotten serial killer continues to make her presence known today. While there are numerous books re-telling the same ghost stories of the Carolinas and even more focusing on the Lowcountry, very few tales from the Upcountry have ever been published. Even longtime residents familiar with the legends of this history-rich region will be thrilled—and certainly chilled—to discover that they have far stranger and spookier neighbors than they had ever imagined.

Alright folks.  That’s all she wrote for tonight.  Don’t forget to stay tuned tomorrow as I will be announcing the big winner of the copies of Hellsong and Second Skin.  And feel free to shoot me an email @ lexxx(dot)christian(at)gmail(dot)com and let me know how you liked the book. I’ll be glad to use your quotes to shamelessly promote myself!  Love you all and Happy Holidays!

Thursday Night Naughtyness

So I realized I haven’t posted in a while, so I thought I’d give all of you a bit of a nudge before the real fun begins tomorrow.  Yes, ladies and germs, tomorrow heralds the beginning of the “Stuff Your Stockings” Blog Hop!  We’ve been waiting for a while and it’s finally here!  Kind of like Christmas…

This weekend is also very special because my newest work, a little thing I call “Masquerade” will be dropping into eBook dealers near you on Saturday morning (12/17).  This story is quite special for several reasons:

1.  It’s my first release with a new publisher, Rebel Ink Press.  I first heard about RIP last February when I met one of my writing sisters, Cassandre Dayne, at MystiCon.  She raved about them and after careful consideration, I decided I should trust them with my babies.  I figured, if they had taken such good care of Cass, whom I respect and admire so much, surely they would be a good fit for me.  And so far, so good.  We’re like a little family of writers and it’s awesome!

2.  It’s my first non-paranormal story.  Most of the time I stick to all things spooky and

Available 12/17 @ BN.com, Bookstrand, and AllRomance eBooks

dark.  This story is dark, but not because there are vampires or werewolves lurking in the bushes.  It just came upon me suddenly, like a case of chills and fever.  My muse would not shut up, so I felt compelled to write it.  And so far, it’s working.

3.  The subject matter is a personal fantasy of mine.  I like to think that in my old age,  I’ve become pretty adventurous in many ways.  This story spoke to  my muse so freely, I think, because there’s a lot of myself in Blythe MacLachlan.

Alright, enough babbling.  I have to go get some blogs up for tomorrow’s blog hopping.  Be sure to come by and see all us authors on the “Stuff Your Stockings” trail.  We’ll be glad to see you and most of us have prizes up for grabs for all you lucky commentors.  I will be giving away a copy of my previous works:  a novel, Hellsong and a short, “Second Skin.”  And they’re really good, if I do say so myself….

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“Masquerade” comes out on December 17th and can be purchased through Amazon, All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand, and Barnes and Noble.

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Alexandra Christian @ Rebel Reasoning 12/13!!

Alright, so I was HORRIBLE at promoting my last stint at Rebel Reasoning, but this time I promised myself I’d be better.  And so, here I am, promoting my latest guest blog over at the Rebel Ink.  And this week will be a busy one for the old Southern Belle from Hell.  And no, I’m not just talking about the 4 short days left ’til Christmas vacation.  I’m talking about ME being ALL UP IN YER GRILL!!  That’s right ladies and germs, I’ll be blogging at Rebel Reasoning on 12/13, Cassandre Dayne’s blog on 12/14 and then of course I’ll be blog hoppin’ with several other great authors on the “Stuff Your Stockings” Blog Hop from Dec. 16th- 18th.

And I’m only SLIGHTLY excited that “Masquerade” will be releasing on Saturday, Dec. 17th!!  And to celebrate I’ll be blogging all day over at Coffee Time Romance and giving away a couple of copies of the book to some lucky commentors!

So I’m here, there and everywhere.  If you don’t see me around, you have no one to blame but yourself!!

This Week’s Guest: Cassandre Dayne

And we’re back!  Yes, kittens, its time for that part of the week that I like to call “Putting the Thrust in Thursdays!”

Yeah… I know.  Pretty lame.  But I’m working on it.  The good news is that I have a guest today that will have you drooling in your sensible shoes.  Cassandre Dayne is the author of MANY MANY erotic romance pieces ranging from m/m romance to BDSM epics with threesomes and moresomes.  She’s my own personal hero when it comes to churning out well-written, hot as Hell pieces at astonishing speeds.  And not to mention, a wonderful friend.  Without further ado… the FABULOUS Cassandre Dayne!

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WHAT IS IT ABOUT POWERFUL MEN THAT
TURNS US ON?

Cassandre Dayne

 What is it about sexy men who ooze power we as women love? From the corporate executive to the dangerous Harley ridin’ man we all know I crave – yummy, we have a penchant for men who wield a strong persona like a sword. From the days of cave men through the Knights of the Roundtable, we love the thought of controlling men who save the day. Something like our own personal Lancelot who comes not only to save the village from plunder but also to sweep us off our
feet and rides into the sunset only to be ravaged later for hours on end across a bearskin rug where all our fantasies are fulfilled. Okay I have shivers right now.

Men of power and control also seem to be our heroes, whether from yesteryear to today – from our men in the military to the hero fireman that rescues grandma from the burning house, we idealize all they represent which to me is safety, security and a reminder good people truly
exist. There’s something else too – they’re sexy as hell. For some reason we incorporate the thought that men who are very powerful are the strong, rough-hewn types who look just as good in a faded pair of blue jeans as they do an Armani suit. And of course they look even better naked.

Men come in all shapes and sizes, flavors and hungers and I can tell you from personal experience the most commanding men are sometimes the ones you least expect. But in the books we write, for some reason it seems all men have to be hunky, sexy, long haired, rugged and
muscular. Okay ladies – nothing wrong with hungering for a chiseled man but…

Is there any difference if you’re homosexual? Passion and love transcends all bounds including color and sex so why should it be any different for men? I think sometimes women forget too that
men have a need to be in control and it’s not just the “x” or “y” bit – it’s also based on society. Men seem to have to be the breadwinners and the ones who rescue the lost puppy or fix every broken appliance. I know what you’re thinking but the concept continues to exist. Now what if you have a gay couple where both men are extremely commanding, always in control of everything in their
lives and with their lovers and suddenly find themselves developing a relationship with another man who’s just as brawny and dominating as himself?

Therein lies the Power Struggle. In my almost hot off the presses release – this one is about two men who are probably the grittiest characters I’ve written and yes they’re hunky and sexy and two men you literally want to sink your teeth into. Yummy is all I can say. It’s the second in a series – Tales from Lucifer’s Lair about a wicked man cave nestled in the Flamingo Rustler – a bar and grill also in my series PINKED from Dakotah Black. I love the crossover here. This one is a naughty excerpt so be careful you don’t get burned!

POWER STRUGGLE – RELEASING SEPTEMBER
3RD FROM REBEL INK PRESS

When two rough-hewn men hunger for a new life – who’s going to be in charge?

BLURB

Cole Stevens was an angry man. Being fired from the job he loved, he was only able to find work bartending at the Flamingo Rustler. And the experience left him hungry and in need of taking

Available September 3rd from Rebel Ink Press

down a man, sexually that is. When Ryker Marks saved a sassy waitress from a badass group of bikers, Cole was intrigued. The sexy six foot seven man had a rough-hewn demeanor and a body that killed. In the dimness of Lucifer’s Lair, the man cave nestled inside the bar, Cole knew he had to have a taste of Cole and a sinful plan was born.

Ryker was in town as a respite for his ailing soul. After his fiancé pushed him aside for a stranger, he left his company in the hands of his employees and took a long drive on his Harley. After meeting Cole and realizing he was tired of hiding behind lies, he took a chance with the stunning slice of chocolate and a power struggle for complete domination ensued.

But in a series of betrayals, both men had to face their demons or one of them would be destroyed. As both Ryker and Cole travelled long and treacherous paths, neither knew the truth about the other. Could their relationship survive the deceit or would an unknown accomplice take them both down?

EXCERPT

Steeling his nerves, he continued his quest and as he neared the entrance, he heard the
subtle strains of music. The thumping of the bass fluttered into the dense space. He entered slowly and gazed around the perimeter of the room. Seeing no one in the dim shadows, he moved forward and walked toward the bar.

“Looking for someone?” Ryker purred as he moved out of the shadows. Hands in his pockets, he leaned against the bar and spread his legs.

Cole’s breath caught seeing his naked chest shimmering in the dim lighting. Ryker’s shirt completely unbuttoned, he’d pushed the flimsy material open. “I thought you left.”

Ryker shook his head and stepped forward. “No, I’m thirsty.”

He swallowed hard and walked behind the bar. “What would you like?” Pulling down a bottle of bourbon, he poured two shots without giving Ryker a chance to answer. Pushing the glass across the bar, he took his and lifted it to his lips.

Ryker nodded his head and caught the dense crystal before it fell to the floor. Narrowing his eyes, he threw back the liquid and slammed the glass on top with a resounding thud. “That’s good for starters.”

Cole licked the rim of his glass as he gazed down the length of Ryker. God, the man was built. His carved chest tapered into a thin waist and long lean legs. Finishing the rich biting bourbon
in one swallow, he set the glass down carefully. “Tell me what you want.”  Without looking at him, Cole walked around the end of the bar slowly and stopped two feet in front of Ryker. “Exactly.”

“What are you offering?” Ryker hissed savagely.

Cole shook his head and yanked his tee shirt out of his pants. “What you are willing to do for me?”

Ryker tipped his head back. Taking a single finger, he pressed it inside of his mouth, thrusting in slow and deliberate motions. Groaning, he pulled it out and traced a series of lazy circles around his lips before edging it across his chin and down to the nape of his neck. Sighing, he opened his legs further as he closed his eyes.

Cole watched in fascination as the man moved with the strains of the sultry guitar, swaying back and forth as he slid his hand inside his shirt, cupping and kneading his chest. In the quiet glimmer
of the bar, he moaned softly as Ryker pinched each of his nipples before slowly brushing the palms of his hands down his washboard abs, rubbing the chiseled flesh back and forth. His breath skipping, Cole took a step forward.

Ryker gave him a wry smile and took a stride back as his continued his sensual dance.

Cole growled and took a long step forward until he was barely a foot away from the delicious creature. “Tease and you’ll be punished.”

“I’m in charge here. You’ll do as I say.” His voice clipped, Ryker’s low husky vibe was barely audible.

Cole snorted as Ryker grazed his hands down the front of his groin, stroking his cock in frenetic movements. Every part of his blood sizzled as the daring dance of lust continued. His heart
beating raggedly, a slight tick appeared in the corner of his eye. He was hungry, horny and wasn’t going to take the torture any longer. Closing the distance between them, he jerked Ryker’s arm, yanking him into the heat of his body. “No, you belong to me.”

As the two men faced each other, their hot breath skipped across the wet shimmer of their bodies and Ryker swallowed hard. “Oh yeah?”

Cole slid his hands across Ryker’s carved chest and sighed. “Yeah.” Crushing his mouth, he forced his tongue inside, tasting a hint of tangy bourbon and a hint of cinnamon. The dazzling
combination was a delicious reminder of how wonderful the flavor of a man could be. He pushed Ryker’s shirt off his shoulders and forced it to the floor, wrapping his arms around his neck. The feel of their cocks pressing together sent an instant slice of anguish deep into his swollen balls.

Ryker grunted, his hands brushing down the length of Cole’s back as he ground his hips back and forth. The kiss became a manic moment of heated passion as both men groaned, touching and feeling each other in a feral dance of lust. Animal against animal, the two savage men were
unwilling to give up control, their actions growing frantic as each fought for complete superiority.

Refusing to give in, Cole’s heart beat hard against Cole’s chest as he forced Ryker back toward the pool table. As the wood sliced into his naked back, Ryker pushed him hard, breaking the kiss.

His eyes dilated, he nipped Cole’s lower lip, taking the tender flesh between his teeth. Growling, he bit down until Cole shivered.

His body shaking, he pressed his hands against his chest, creating a barrier between them. As Ryker continued sucking, drawing drops of his blood, Cole moaned. Entwining his fingers in his long golden locks, Cole jerked Ryker’s head back, breaking the strong hold. A single bead of perspiration trickled down his cheek mixing with the smear of blood.

Ryker’s eyes danced back and forth across his and slowly he leaned forward, gathering the sultry combination, rolling the droplets over his tongue as he hissed. “You taste sweet.”

Kneading his chest, Cole drank in the man’s sun-kissed skin that accentuated the series of vibrant tattoos that decorated the length of both arms. Detailed and highly artistic, even in the
dim lighting Cole could tell the artwork was stunning. Cole leaned forward and nipped the cleft of Ryker’s chin as his slid his hand down to cup and squeeze his balls until Ryker groaned. “You want something?”

“Yes,” Ryker whispered.

“Then you have to give to get.” He licked down from his chin to the underside of his neck and down to dart a series of licks across his nipple until it peaked into a hard bud. The taste of him was
sinfully delicious in a masculine combination of hard work and exotic cologne. He continued stroking Ryker’s cock as he felt his own pressing hard against his jeans, begging for release.

As Ryker tipped his head back and clawed Cole’s arms, a single moan erupted seconds before he closed his eyes and thrust his pelvis forward. “Damn!”

Cole moved to the other nipple, licking and nipping until he bit down hard.

“Sweet Jesus!” Ryker fell back against the pool table with a hard thud, his legs shaking. He fumbled with Cole’s belt buckle until he managed to undo it.

Cole purred and licked back up his chest, finally easing back to stare into his dazzling blue eyes. As Ryker deftly popped the button and lowered the zipper, Cole sighed and studied the man. Everything about him was hard and yet there was a simple grace about him as if his dangerous bad boy persona was just that. Cole could tell by his expensive watch and simple yet elegant gold chain that hung around his neck he had money.

Ryker smiled mischievously and freed Cole’s throbbing cock, licking his lips in shameless appreciation. “Perfect.”

“Then suck me.”

He raised his eyebrow and shook his head. “No.”

Cole laughed and using his military training, had Ryker over the pool table in two deliberate moves, knocking the breath out of him. “Do as I say.” Both men grunting, he ran his hand down to
cup Ryker’s firm buttocks.

Ryker struggled as he laughed. “You will pay for this.”

“We’ll see.” Cole pulled his arms up and pressed them around Ryker’s waist, pulling him tightly against his chest. Perfectly sized together, as Ryker tipped his head back, leaning it on his
shoulder, Cole kissed the side of his neck. “Suck me.” He moved back slowly and placed his hands on his hips. He’d won this round of the power struggle.

WHERE TO FIND ME

http://www.cassandredayne.com

http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/

Email:  cassandre@cassandredayne.com

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Damn, woman!  That excerpt gave me an attack of the vapors!  I can’t wait to read more.  Thanks so much for stopping by, Cassandre.  And the rest of you— go out and follow those links, damnit!!

Throbbing Thursday’s Guest: Cassandre Dayne

Available September 3rd from Rebel Ink Press

Hey boys n’ girls!  Tomorrow is Thursday and that means that its time for another guest post from a hot writer in the erotica realm.  Tomorrow’s hottie– Cassandre Dayne!  I met Cass last year at Mysticon in Roanoake, VA and we’ve been inseparable since.  Her writing is hot, edgy and never EVER dull!

She’ll be gracing us with a post on Powerful Men and the Women and Men Who Love Them.  And as a special treat, she’s also giving us a taste of her new release, Power Struggle, due out on Sept. 3rd from Rebel Ink Press.  And I must say… I almost didn’t make it through reading the excerpt in the post– its so damn hot!

Anyway… I hope you enjoy.  Leave her some comments and give her some love!