#TeaserTuesday “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes”

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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.” 

Copyright © Alexandra Christian, 2014

All rights reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.


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 



The Objects of My Affliction, or When I Realized I Was a Weirdo

me and amy (2)Men.  I love ’em.  I mean, I really love ’em.  I love men of all shapes, sizes, ethnicities and persuasions.  However, this week I’ve become extremely aware that my taste in men is really strange.  Many of my feminine counterparts seem to have very definite ideas on what is sexy and I just don’t get it.  After reading a post on Facebook today about “GQ’s British Men of the Year,” and with the news of Charlie Hunnam being cast as Christian Grey, I’ve been thinking a lot about what makes a man sexy.  The conclusion that I’ve come to is that I’ll never be a wildly successful, billionaire romance novelist because I just don’t get the appeal of some of these heartthrobs. Then I thought, well perhaps these folks just need a little education, Southern Belle Style.  So I’ve compiled a little list of my current panty sweaters.  Feel free to comment and add your two cents.  After all, it’s a free country.

1.  Benedict Cumberbatch.  If you read my blog at all, you’ll know that this is 1000573_490362137720823_1050310338_nNOT a surprise at all.  Folks in the U.S. have just discovered this little piece of limey goodness after his run in the new Star Trek movie, but BBC Sherlock fans have known what a smoldering sex god he was for years.  He’s got a funky name and inexplicable hair, but he’s got one thing that so many of our cream cheese icons don’t:  talent.  I’m a former theater brat and therefore very sensitive to talent, or lack thereof.  The man could believably play a cardboard box in the story of the invention of cornflakes.  When he speaks, you can look in his eyes and tell that he’s thinking, figuring things out. That is, if you can notice anything but the way his purring baritone sinks its teeth into those consonants.  During a “Hollywood-fu” instruction on an episode of Top Gear, he made the statement, “I like to be the dominant one.”  We believe it and he doesn’t even have to wear a ridiculous leather harness or a silver, herringbone tie.  He just is.  And then there’s the numerous documented instances of his incredible kindness, generosity and grace.  He’s just a class act and you can’t help but love him.

ewan-mcgregor-kurt-cobain-movie-1-17-072.  Ewan McGregor.  I owe so much of the happiness in my life to Ewan.  My writing career really began with Moulin Rouge fanfiction, and through that I met two of my best friends in the whole world.  Which was truly miraculous, because I met them at a time in my life when I was in transition from being a college kid to a grown-assed woman and feeling exceptionally lonely.  Ewan’s killer smile, boyish charm and of course that sing-songing Scottish brogue inspired me to write a story that was good enough to gain a following.  That positive feedback gave me the courage to try this writing thing for real.  So, thanks Mr. McGregor.  He has this fearlessness and approachability that real people can relate to.  He’s probably never going to make anyone’s Fashionista list, as he sometimes appears to have just grabbed whatever was in the top of the laundry bag.  His body, while nothing to sneeze at, doesn’t bear the marks of 20 hours a week at the gym.  He looks like he could give a really nice hug.  And that, to me, is extremely sexy.

3.  Christian Bale:  Aaah… part of my namesake.  Yes, kittens.  My parents did Christian-Bale01not name me Alexandra Christian.  The night I finished my first novel, Hellsong (coming soon in a new edition from Ellora’s Cave), I was trying to find a pseudonym.  I was teaching 2nd grade at the time and I didn’t think that if the powers that be found out I was writing sexy books about angels and demons falling in love in my spare time that they’d be happy.  I knew I wanted to use Alexandra– my father is an Alexander, but what goes with Alexandra? I looked around and happened to see my copy of The Dark Knight dvd sitting on the coffee table (I was nursing a healthy obsession with Christian Bale at the time). And it was an Aha! moment to end all Aha! moments.  By the by… both Saraqael of Hellsong and Marek from the upcoming Beast of Burden were inspired by the raw power of Mr. Bale.  The truth is, I’ve had a bit of a crush on him since I was ten.  A baby Shakespeare nerd, my older sister had me watch Henry V.  Bale was playing Robin– the kid that Henry carries, dead, off the battlefield at Agincourt (hold on… I’m tearing up).  He was twelve, I was much younger and immediately in love.  Then, over the course of my childhood and teenaged years I saw Newsies, Swing Kids and Velvet Goldmine (Frankenstein in drag!!) and my love only grew.  Now, he’s a big, burly guy who is, by all accounts, temperamental and cranky.  Being temperamental myself, I can sympathize (you’re trashing my scene!).  That kind of passion can only translate to really hot sex.  Sorry.  I’ll  need a moment.

OK… I just realized that I’ve written more on this blog post than the last chapter of my WIP.  So I’d better shove off, now that I’m all hot and bothered.  Ladies and gents, feel free to disagree if you like– the comment space is all paid for.  But let me leave you with two final thoughts—

1.  A meathead in a suit is STILL just a meathead.  And 2—


The Muse Who Loved Me

So I’m trying to do better with this whole blog thing.  I know… I’ve said that before, but this time I really mean it.  I realize that I need to get me smilingmy voice out there and just be loud and obnoxious.  So here goes nothin’…   Somebody please kick my ass when I fall off after a few days.

I decided to talk a teensy bit tonight about muses. All artists have them, whether they’re writers, musicians, visual artists or actors.  We all use something or someone to glean inspiration from.  As a romance writer, I’ve often felt that an appropriate muse is one of the most important things you can have.  It always helps me to have a picture in my mind of my characters.  Of course, this is also what makes me impossible to please with cover art.  So tonight, a little tour through my Rogues’ Gallery of muses.

TallyFirst off, I’m going to show you this man.  He’s a constant muse and has been in every single book I’ve ever written.  My long-suffering husband, author and best friend, Tally Johnson.  He drives me insane, but I’m sure the feeling is mutual.  Even though he NEVER reads my books (says they make him feel funny… wtf?!), he’s always encouraging.  His creamy southern accent is an inspiration for the voice of all those southern gothic characters I create.  He’s got the best set of big brown eyes and an old-fashioned charm that just makes me swoon. But best of all, he’s the muse I get to sleep with every night.

Razor-sharp wit.  If you’ll notice, every one of my heroes is extremely sharp.  Clever, sarcastic charming and calculating are Sexy Ugly: Benedict Cumberbatchsome of the features that I find most tantalizing.  You will never see an idiot take his clothes off in an Alexandra Christian novel.  It just won’t happen.  I like them smart and sexy.  So one of my favorite muses lately has been none other than Benedict Cumberbatch.  All I have to do is take one look at those ice cold eyes, the sneer of that heart shaped mouth and that low purr of his voice and the story practically writes itself.

The muse that started it all.  I’ve told this story a million times, but I owe a lot of my writing ewan-mcgregor-kurt-cobain-movie-1-17-07career and many of my relationships to this muse.  Waaaaayyyy back in 2001, I was in that awkward period just after college when I was trying to find my place in the adult world.  I  was letting go of some destructive friendships and was feeling pretty lonely at that point.  That summer, I saw the incredible movie, Moulin Rouge, with my older sisters and immediately fell in love with Ewan McGregor.  I went total fangirl.  And who says that’s good for nothing?  I joined some yahoo groups (remember those?!) and met some other fangirls and of course… I began… *hangs head in shame* writing fan fiction.  It taught me so much about how to build a story AND got me addicted to writing for other people to read and getting feedback.  A lot of the things that I learned about writing, I learned from writing fan fiction.  I also made three of the best friends a girl could ever hope for in the process.  So Ewan remains in the upper echelon of my favorite muses.

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OK, this blog post has now reached maximum density.  I could continue, as I have lots of muses, both male and female, but that would just bore you.  Besides…. I’m supposed to be pimping my new book, “One Hundred Strokes.”  And just what muse is responsible for Julian?  Well… I guess you’ll have to read the book and find out….


Big Cocks & Shamrocks!!

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Two of my favorite things.

Thus begins our celebration of all things sexy and Irish.  I’ve never made any secret that I’m a huge fan of our boys from the Emerald Isle.  In fact, all an Irish dude really has to do to get Lexxxy in bed is talk.  That rugged accent with the aggressive Rrrrsss and drawn out vowels always makes me warm and gooey in all the right places.  Sadly, I’ve never written an Irish hero, but I can almost guarantee that I will at some point in the future.  So I thought that just for St. Paddy’s Day, I’d salute some of my favorite muses that hail from Ireland…

1.  Liam Neeson.  He’s the voice of Aslan.  He trained Batman AND Obi-Wan Kenobi.  He took on a teen sex slave ring BY HIMSELF.  For Heaven’s sake he’s Zeus!  What’s not to like about Liam Neeson?  As a younger actor, he was always cast as the big, crazy awkward guy because of his height and general largeness, but it wasn’t until movies like The Good Mother and Rcillianob Roy that he started to be noticed as a smouldering sexpot.  Girls like a guy that’s willing to beat the shit out of someone for the woman that they love.  Especially if its beating the shit out of MANY for the woman they love.

2.  Bono.  I’ve always had a love affair with Bono.  But who doesn’t love a smart, socially-conscious guy that can also sing?  Did I mention that he’s been up for a Nobel Peace Prize???

3.  Cillian Murphy.  So some people think he’s a little creepy.  Others refer to him as “that pretty Irish girl,” but this Irish actor is one of my favorites.  I was first mesmerized by his gorgeous blue eyes when he played Dr. Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow in Batman Begins.  Ever since I’ve been a HUGE fan. I even managed to sit through a zombie movie for him!  He’s got this evil, yet angelic magnetism that drives me wild.  And then of course, he’s got this thick brogue that makes me shiver all over.  Don’t believe me?  Just watch the scene in 28 Days Later when he’s in the church and shouts “Father?”  OMG.

HisPhantomCaress_72dpiAlright, I’ll stop.  But only so I can remind you about the other stops on the Hop.  Each author is doing a fantastic giveaway AND you can enter to win the GRAND PRIZE by stopping by the Rafflecopter link.   As for my own giveaway, leave a comment below and I’ll choose a winner next weekend to receive a copy of my spankin’ new book in the Strange Bedfellows series:  “His Phantom Caress.”

Have a safe and happy St. Patrick’s Day!  Slainte!