Who Doesn’t Love FREE Stuff?!

Hey kittens! Glad to see ya. This week I wanted to let you know about this fantastic romantic erotica giveaway I’m a part of. All these authors got together to offer a story for #free through Instafreebie from 8/24- 9/5. I’m giving away my infamous threesome story, Unmasked, but if menage isn’t your thing, there’s tons of stuff to choose from: contemporary, paranormal, kink, vanilla— whatever your pleasure might be. And no, you don’t need to tell me about it in the comments… 😉 Just go to the site, click on the title to get a description and claim the ones you like. Instafreebie offers stories in mobi, epub, and pdf formats, so you can read them on anything you like. Click the banner below and it will take you to the landing page. Got it? Good. Now I can go get a few books for myself…

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An Interview with Lilli Carlisle

Hey kittens! I’m so glad to welcome author Lilli Carlisle to the Belle today. She’s here telling us all about her upcoming release from Boroughs Publishing Group, Omega’s Choice. It’s the first of an exciting new shifter series, The Black Ridge Wolf Pack.

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AC: So tell us a little bit about yourself, Lilli.

My name is Lilli Carlisle and I’m the author of ‘Omega’s Choice’ Black Ridge Wolf Pack Series. I live outside Toronto, Canada. I’m a member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter, Toronto Romance Writers. I’m a mother of two wonderful girls, wife to an amazing man and servant to the pets in my life. I write both contemporary and paranormal romance and believe love should be celebrated and shared. After all, everybody needs a little romance, excitement, intrigue and passion in their lives.

I’m visiting today to introduce my latest novel ‘Omega’s Choice.’

AC: What inspired you to write Omega’s Choice?

What inspired me to write ‘Omega’s Choice’ was the need to flip the normal alpha and omega roles by introducing a new world in which omegas have all the power. They choose who they mate with and they have the final say in their destiny. Of course the alpha in this book is very dominant but it’s interesting to see the dynamics change and how it all plays out.

AC: That’s a really interesting spin on the shifter trope! I look forward to reading it. You must have learned a lot about storytelling since your first book.

Since publishing my first book I’ve learned that when you type ‘The End’ it’s just the beginning. Thank goodness for my publisher, Boroughs Publishing Group, for taking the time to explain everything along the way. One more thing I learned was that the box of rejection letters I have in my basement shouldn’t have discourage me from following my dreams.

AC: I’m sure all us readers are so glad that you didn’t quit! Omega’s Choice sounds amazing. I can’t wait to read it! Thanks so much for visiting the blog today. 


In a world in which werewolves, elves, witches and various other paranormal live, laws are essential for their own safety and survival. One law that is strictly enforced is the ‘Omegas Choice’. Born with powers far surpassing one’s imagination, Omegas are protected from those that wish to use their powers for their own gain. Alpha Aldric Forst of the Black Ridge Wolf Pack has come to the Omega Celebration hoping to finally be chosen as mate by an omega but with his many scars he doubts any will choose him. Princess Helena has waited years to choose her Alpha, and Aldric is the man she’s set her sights on. She worries that he will never accept her independent and strong nature but soon finds that they are perfectly matched. All is progressing well during the week-long celebration until the palace is attacked and omegas start to go missing. Now not only do the newly mated couple have a new life to begin but a mystery to solve before Helena and the other omegas powers drained and their lives taken.

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Forgive Me Somehow, Danielle Steele

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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. 

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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. 

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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!! 

NEW RELEASE!! Strange Bedfellows: Dead Sexy

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Good afternoon, friends!  I’m so happy to be here pimping my own book for a change.  I know, it doesn’t happen often.  I’ll try not to let it go to my head.  Anyway, you know how I’ve been writing that series for Mocha Memoirs Press, Strange Bedfellows?  Well, I finally managed to finish the third installment!  Cali and sexy vampires Andre and Leo are up to more shenanigans in this one.  There’s a walk through Hell, a zombie speed dating party and evil attack spiders with baby faces.  A new character is also introduced, Seth, a fallen angel that is in desperate need of Cali’s help to save his soul.  It was a total surprise to me when he showed up, but my muse seems to want to be in everything these days (ahem… paging #BenedictCumberbatch).  Anyway, here’s a little excerpt since y’all are my friends…

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“Hello,” she said softly.  Her voice wavered a little but strangely she found that she wasn’t afraid.  Not like before.  Perhaps she was bewitched, but her mind was quiet.  “Who’s there?”  No one spoke, but she could feel the warmth of a body close by.  She knew he was male, she could smell him.  A light scent of leather, cool mint and a light musk permeated the air and Cali couldn’t help but shiver.  She wanted him to come closer, but she was afraid to ask.  She should be frightened.  Panicking that some stranger was watching her, taking in every naked inch of her flesh, but she wasn’t.  She wanted him to look and in fact, could feel herself arching slightly and thrusting her breasts into view.  “Is it you, Necromancer?” she hissed.  “Standing there in the dark, wanting me but afraid to touch?  I can smell you, you know.  The scent of your desire is pungent, Sir.”  Cali inhaled deeply, a seductive smile crossing her ruby lips as she took in the masculine aroma.  She shuddered, her body responding almost involuntarily.  He hadn’t even touched her and already she could feel the dewy pearls of wetness forming at her center.  “Has it been so long? So long since you felt the touch of a warm, living body that hasn’t been poisoned by your obsession?”

Her visitor still did not speak, but she could feel him coming closer.  The bed bounced lightly as he sat down beside her, still just staring.  She could hear him breathe, slow and even, trying to hide any note of his own arousal, but it was too practiced.  Cali grinned, knowing that she was having some effect.  The stranger reached down, his arm lightly touching hers as he leaned forward.  This time Cali did gasp, as the sound she heard at first was unrecognizable.  Then it dawned on her that there was water being poured from some vessel into a bowl.  A heavy, liquid sound that was just beside her ear.  She would have expected it to be cold, but she could feel some kind of warmth emanating from whatever basin the liquid was being poured into.  The pouring ended in a slow dripping and the basin was brought across and laid by her side on the bed.  She could hear it sloshing around and she tried not to move.  If she spilled the contents, her strange host might be angry and in her current predicament, that could be exceptionally bad.

The light scent of lavender and cherry bark wafted through the room on a still breeze.  Slow dripping, warm water over hot flesh.  Cali gasped as the drops hit one by one across her chest.  Almost deliberately they beaded just over the curve of each breast and then slid down lazily to heavenly valleys below her sternum.  A single bead alighted on the rose point of each nipple.  They hardened immediately, as if reaching out for the source of the wet heat.  Cali wanted to moan, but she bit down on her lip hard enough to bring blood, afraid that if she made a sound that this delicious sensation would end.  Whoever was with her had perfect control and knew just how high to place the drops so that the warm, scented liquid kissed each erogenous zone as he continued this gradual, sweet Chinese water torture.  A dotted path led the way down the curve of her belly to the subtle dip of her navel.  Her captor dribbled more of the warm water into the tiny cup until it spilled over and began to gently flow down the slope and into the nest of fine, downy curls that hid her femininity.  This time she gasped. She couldn’t help it.  She pulled at her bonds, lost in the delayed pleasure and frantic desire.  “Touch me,” she rasped, but still he did not speak.  Only the sound of the basin being moved aside would answer her command.

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Wasn’t that just hotter than summer in Calcutta?  Yeah, I thought so too.  So now, here’s the good news— if you haven’t read the first two stories, you can get them separately for #99cents on Kindle until July 20th.  BUT, to get all three stories, including the newest installment, “Dead Sexy,” you can get all three collected for just $4.99!  The collection is also available in #paperback for those of you that want something to take on the beach.  Don’t forget to read, review, tweet and share with your friends!  That’s right… pimp it!!

Here’s that link again…  http://www.amazon.com/Strange-Bedfellows-Behind-Red-Door/dp/1500407895/ref=la_B009QU3UD4_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1405618183&sr=1-2

Guest Post: How to Bring the Drama, or, I Don’t Know What I’m Doing by Elise Hepner

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Hey kids!  Today I welcome an amazing author, Elise Hepner, to the blog today.  She’s talkin’ ’bout drama– one of my personal favorite subjects– AND telling us all about her new release, Furious Temptation.

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So, sometimes I have these days—these days where I’m watching some drama play out on my TV and wondering how in the hell someone made that believable. Because in the era of Reality TV, Twilight angst, and NA Billionaire Bonkfests with extra emotional vulnerability and a side of trauma, I never know how much drama to bring to the table or whether it’s going to be too much because it’s so cheesy I could put it in a fondue pot and call it dinner. How does an author toe the line or is there even a line anymore? How does an author paint drama on so thick, but it doesn’t feel like it’s too much, like it’s fake?

These are the questions constantly spiraling through my head.

Do my hero’s and heroine’s have issues, of course, what would be a good backstory without a little bit of pain. But somewhere along the writing road someone decided that it wasn’t good enough to come from a broken home with commitment issues now it’s a drama free for all where emotional wounds are flung around like paintballs. Who’s got the bigger therapist bills is the question of the year. And I don’t think I’m ready to play in that league—at least not while making it believable and not laughter worthy.

So what hope is there for me when alphaholes push the envelope and heroine’s cry every five paragraphs ripping off their emotional bandages to let their pain bleed off the page?

I’ll be over here with my whips, my chains, and my riding crop working out my emotional pain the old fashioned way. With not a lot of talk, but a whole lot of moaning in the dungeon, letting the subspace override reality in a nice, white blankness.

Let me know if you’d like to join the movement. Billionaires need not apply.

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Blurb from Furious Temptation by Elise Hepner

For millennia Megaera, a Fury, has functioned as Hades right hand by passing judgment on demons who break the sacred laws. Stalwart in her  moral compass, but harboring a curse triggered by rage, she walks a thin line between perfection and destruction. But when she digs into a case  uncovering a string of demon rapes, she incites a war with Mount Olympus that could ripple chaos throughout the ages.

Omen Cole was demon made during the Civil War after repeated torture at the hands of his enemies.  Sentenced to an eternity as watchdog over  his emotionally frail, once human ex-wife, he’s haunted that he couldn’t save her from a brutal assault.

    Now it’s happened again. And Megaera needs his testimony. Omen will sell his body—and anything else—to avenge his fragile ex-wife. If that means  an alliance with Megaera, he’ll make it the most memorable of their eternity.

         About Elise….

Elise Hepner lives with her husband and two eccentric cats in Maryland. She spends the majority of her free time in her basement office concocting smutty characters and sinful situations that leaves readers satisfied. When not writing, she researches everything from automatons in the 18th century to gladiatorial rules in Ancient Rome. She prides herself on being an avid information hound as well as a blog reading addict–which is her favorite way to procrastinate. Her previous publications include books and stories with Entangled, Excessica, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave, Secret Cravings Publishing and Cleis Press.

         Author and Buy Links (the best part!)…

Buy it at Secret Cravings!  http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/bmz_cache/8/8e8570dd0a232f3c9bc2ac10dce9bde8.image.366×550.jpg

Website: http://www.elisehepner.com

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