From time to time, I'd like to share who and what I'm reading. Writers MUST read other authors. Hell, they have to read PERIOD. Show me an author who doesn't read and I'll show you a writer who isn't worth your time.
One author who you should spend time checking out is the talented Yvonne Nicholas. I recently read her H-O-T interracial contemporary romance, Designing Love. First, the tease-
Book Blurb:
World renowned architect, Devon Sparks reluctantly accepts the job of
designing a house for his former lover, who'd betrayed him with his best
friend. Still a little emotionally battered, Devon is content to never
love again, until Josephine shows up on his doorstep.
Josephine
Burnett, a brilliant interior designer, is thrilled to be working on
such a big project with Devon. She relishes the opportunity to showcase
her talents, but wonders if accepting the job was a mistake in the face
of Devon’s rude behavior. Soon she discovers the man behind the cold,
hard exterior is capable of smoldering passion…
A passion she finds hard to deny.
Can they break free from their emotional restraints to experience the sultry heat of their love?
I found DL to be an engaging read. I particularly liked how all the characters were flawed, from Josephine Burnett, our smart, sexy protagonist who still clings to a one sided relationship with a disingenuous lover ( to be polite!) to the object of her sexual consternation, Devon Sparks, our initially self absorbed, egocentric 'hero.' The supporting characters are quite colorful and unpredictable, especially Josephine's gay friend BFF Pete (who plays ALL angles.)
Ms. Nicholas writes with an urbane sensibility which I found quite refreshing. If you are the causal romance reader, you may find some of the language choices a bit of-putting, but I suggest you stay with it, for it seasons the dialog with a dash of contemporary socio- pop culture reality.
The love scenes- SCORCHING. If your libido does not spark reading Ms. Nicholas words, then, quite frankly, you are on life support.
Ms. Nicholas stumbles a bit with ancillary characters that touch on stereotype and a soap-opera- ish 'big' reveal which falls prey to the contrivances of the genre, however those minor hiccups do not detract form the overall enjoyment of Designing Love. In fact, I urge to to 'design' some time to pick up this vibrant contemporary romance!
Buy link:
Amazon
I also encourage you to follow her sexy blog:
Yvonne's Erotic Universe
Sunday, January 20, 2013
The Book Shelf: Yvonne Nicholas
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Author Showcase
I'm pleased to showcase an intriguing writing duo, Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler. They have a varied body of work to appeal to a variety of sexual tastes. Grab a cup of your favorite beverage and enjoy these deliciously sexy snippets.
Lil' bit about the authors:
Kameron and
Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, has decided to join forces
and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are
electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off
the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re
anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon
enough.
Dirk Tyler:
"Voyeur" (Classified as M/M and M/M/F)
Blurb:
After a long day at a
business conference, Nate meets Jay over drinks. Then Brooke, Nate’s wife,
gives him a devilish idea.
What happens next is
beyond anything Nate could have imagined. Brooke’s sexy, playful mind sets the
stage for an encounter Nate and Jay will never forget.
Excerpt:
After a long day at the Advanced
Technology Conference, Nate headed back to his hotel. Making his way through
the lobby, he decided he needed a good stiff drink, so he took a detour into
the bar where he found an empty seat at the end. So far there were only a few
people in the bar, so it was still quiet. The bartender walked up and leaned
forward, giving him a good view of her ample breasts. "Whatcha need,
hun?"
"I'll take a glass of your oldest
cognac, please."
She looked him over. "Hun, our
oldest is a Courvoisier XO, and it goes for thirty dollars a glass. Are you
sure that's what you want?"
He smiled and tossed her his company
credit card. "Yeah, that'll work. You should probably start a tab for
tonight. I've had one hell of a day."
Watching her walk away, he couldn't
help but notice that she gave her ass a little extra wiggle. The sudden jolt of
his phone vibrating in his pocket snapped him out of his stare. Flipping it
open, he saw a new message from his wife, Brooke.
Hey, sexy, miss me?
Quickly he typed back, You
know I do, baby. :) He tossed the phone on the bar just as the
bartender returned with his glass. He pulled the chilled glass toward his face
and gave it a quick sniff. The aroma of mixed spices and oranges relaxed him
even more. The first sip went down nice and smooth with a hint of grape in the
finish.
His phone lit up again with another
message from Brooke. Have you checked your n-mail yet? "N-Mail"
was the special term for their "Naughty Email Addresses" that they
used to send special things to one another. His mind was immediately flooded
with sexy images of Brooke and her girlfriends playing together in the hot tub.
Snapping himself out of his daze, he
replied, Not yet, baby, just got to the hotel. I'm grabbing a couple
drinks to unwind. He took a final drink and signaled to the bartender
that he needed a refill, but she was already on her way over with the remainder
of the bottle. Setting it down and handing him his card back, she looked over
and said with a smile, "This one's on the guy at the end of the bar."
He looked over her shoulder and saw a
younger man with spiked black hair smiling at him. Nate's face turned bright
red as he smiled back and motioned for his new friend to join him. There was no
sense wasting this wonderful bottle of cognac on just himself.
Nate's phone went off just as his
mysterious new friend took a seat next to him. It was Brooke again. Well,
the girls just left, and we took a ton of pictures for you, that way you won't
get so lonely in that hotel room :)
Kameron Brook: "Girls’ Night Out" (F/F)
Blurb
"Touch me, Emily.
Right here. Right now."
Emily's never been the
daring type. Nor the kind of woman who does public displays of affection. But
Neeka's order awakens the thrill-seeker hidden deep inside. For three long
weeks, Emily has kept her crush on Neeka a secret. Tonight she's going to act
out her fantasies and claim the woman of her dreams.
Excerpt:
Emily pulled up outside
her house and realized she was running late getting ready for her girls'
night out with Neeka. The day seemed to have gotten away from her, but she
still had thirty minutes to freshen up before Neeka arrived.
After running into the
house and tossing her purse on the counter, she made a mad dash to the bathroom,
stripping her clothes off along the way.
Pulling the checkered
shower curtain aside, she turned on the faucet and waited for the water to
warm up. She reached inside and tested the temperature, then slowly stepped
into the tub, closed the curtain behind her, and pulled the lever. The water
beat down on her ample bosom, teasing her nipples to peaks. The sensation of
the beads of water pelting her nipples felt like a thousand licks from a
lover. She had the perfect partner in mind -- Neeka.
Her body was on fire,
sensitive, and on edge. She looked up at the detachable nozzle, knowing
exactly what she must do to take care of some of the ache already building up
in her core. Reaching up, she released "old reliable" from its
chamber and brought it slowly across her chest. The powerful jets thumped
across her breasts and descended while she braced a single leg on the edge of
the porcelain tub.
If she had more time,
she would have adjusted the power of its stream, alternating fast and slow
like a lover's tongue. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to tease her body
as usual. She needed relief now, so she twisted the head to hit her full
blast.
Over and over, the lines
of water pounded against her sex. She braced her back against the shower wall
and enjoyed the ride while she conjured up Neeka's face. Those beautiful deep
brown eyes gazed up at her while the goddess' tongue flicked, nibbled, and
sucked on her clitoris. God, yes, it was Neeka bringing her to orgasm. How
she longed to have the woman's face buried between her folds. For now, she
took pleasure where she could get it.
Again, "old
reliable" did its trick and elicited a scream from her lips. She moaned
out Neeka's name again as her legs began to quiver. Her free hand rounded
each breast and stopped on her left globe. Taking a pointy peak between her
thumb and index finger, she dived into the vast tundra of both pleasure and
pain.
When the last tremor of
her orgasm subsided, she reached for her strawberry scented body wash and
squeezed a hearty amount of it onto her loofah. Using the sponge to scrub
away the evidence of a hard day's work, she took extra time to cleanse her
sex. A few quick passes through her folds forced another orgasm to soar
through her. This time, she had to reach for the handrail to remain upright.
Steadying herself, she
placed the showerhead back in its holster and turned off the water, grasping
the towel off the rack and drying off one leg at a time before stepping out
completely. It was then she heard the front door shut and a voice sound out.
"Hey, Em, it's just
me. I hope you don't mind me walking in, but I knocked several times and you
didn't answer," Neeka called.
Swiping the back of her
hand across the steamed mirror, Emily studied her reflection in the mirror
and shouted back, "No, I don't mind. Be out in a sec. Please make
yourself at home."
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Collaboration by Dirk Tyler
and Kameron Brook – “New Beginnings” (M/F)
Blurb
"Eileen and Mitch
have a happy marriage, but they've decided it's time to spice things up. Ashley
and Travis seem like the perfect match."
Excerpt:
While Eileen and Mitch lay
together in bed, their hunger sated for the moment, Eileen thought it was time
to mention a fantasy she had yet to fulfill. Her fingernail, a kaleidoscope of
shimmering colors, drew lazy circles around Mitch's nipple. "Have you ever
thought about what it would be like to have a threesome?"
Mitch's fingers
meticulously worked through Eileen's tangled locks. The strands proved
stubborn, just like his insatiable wife. "With another woman, or a
man?"
Eileen smiled against
Mitch's chest, both at his question and at the hardened nipple. "Either,
actually."
"I've thought about
it on more than one occasion. The thought of watching your mouth buried between
the legs of a curvy brunette or redhead has given me several wet dreams. Hell,
babe, it's almost enough to get me hard right now," Mitch said with a
devilish grin.
Eileen lifted the sheet
that barely covered Mitch's cock and laughed. "Almost enough? Sweetie,
your cock is almost at full mast, which I'll happily take advantage of right
now." Slowly drawing her leg across Mitch's midsection, she rubbed the crown
of his dick against her clit, enticing her sex and preparing it to take his
full bounty. "So what about adding another man into the mix? Have you
dreamed of this type of ménage a trois?"
Mitch felt his cock coming
back to life. With his wife, it only took a look, a single touch, and the blood
directed its course from his brain to his dick. Even though he'd emptied his
cum into her a few minutes before, his body was revved and ready to go another
round. Hell, if she massaged his cock any longer between her slick lips, he
wouldn't last two minutes once he sank into her warm pussy. "Eileen, stop
teasing my cock and ride me, already. You're killing me here."
She ground her mound
against his dick, lubricating it with the juices still dripping out. "Will
you answer me, then?" she retorted with a smile.
Mitch's face strained to
hold in the excitement from the feeling of her arousal moistening his dick. He
tried to shift his thoughts to sports, movies, work -- anything to help keep
his load from spilling prematurely. He tightened his grip on her hips,
attempting to push them lower. "Yes, yes, fuck yes, anything to get that
hot pussy on my cock."
Rising up, she teased his
cock with the opening to her pussy, then sank down hard. She continued this
torturous move to let Mitch know what he'd be missing if he reneged on his
promise.
Eileen worked her hips in
slow, tight circles. The motion was torturing her as much as him, but she
wouldn't allow herself to increase her speed until he started talking.
"You better start spilling or I'll be tempted to hop off and pleasure
myself in front of you as punishment for welching on our deal."
Mitch placed a firm hand
behind her neck and pulled her chest to his. Holding her there, he whispered
into her ear, his voice trembled as he began to disclose his oldest and most
personal secret to his lover...
Dirk and Kam Collaboration, “Welcome to the Neighborhood” (M/M/F)
Blurb:
Whit and Miguel are happy together,
but when Meaghan moves in next door they decide they'd like to add a third to
their household.
Excerpt:
Meaghan paused her
strenuous workout and stepped off the elliptical. Taking a quick glance out
the window and toward the house a mere twenty feet away, she wondered if her
audience was salivating this afternoon. Just in case they were lurking in the
office, she turned around and gave the possible onlookers a nice view of her
ass, which was covered only by spandex boy shorts. A pair so skimpy, it had
her cheeks peeking out and teasing the gazes she hoped lingered on her.
She bent over, the
shorts crawling up even more, and took her time unlacing her tennis shoes.
She didn't have to wiggle her ass in doing so, but if either guy was peeking
in on her, she was going to give him a picture they wouldn't soon forget.
* * *
Miguel stood in the
shadows and swallowed hard. His temptress was back, again barely wearing
anything. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. Damn, he was rock hard
watching her body maneuver the elliptical bars, and when she suddenly glanced
over his way and did a one-eighty turn, teasing him with an ass molded
perfectly to fit his cock, he felt a droplet of come leak onto his shorts.
Yes. He would have her,
fill her with his cock, and have her begging never to stop. He cupped his
balls and gave them a squeeze, their weight heavy in his palm.
"How long are we
going to wait for a piece of that fine ass? She moved in three months ago.
What's keeping you, Miguel? Fuck, don't tell me you've gone gun-shy with the
ladies."
Lost in his fantasies,
Miguel hadn't heard Whit push open the door or step up behind him. His
baritone voice broke the room's silence and caused Miguel's cock to swell
further inside his gym shorts.
"I don't think a
one-night stand will be enough to quench our thirst for her." Miguel
reached behind and clasped Whit's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Most importantly, I also need to make sure she'll be okay with
us."
Whit rested his head on
Miguel's shoulder, a slight smile tugging the corner of his mouth. Miguel
never referred to them as an "us." He always assumed Miguel saw
them as no more than friends with benefits, and he was damn thrilled to hear
Miguel proclaim them as more.
Whit harbored no
jealousy regarding Meaghan entering their lives because he too was lusting
over her. "It's about fucking time you tell me we're going steady. Does
this mean I get a promise ring?"
Miguel chuckled and
brought Whit's hand up to his mouth, tenderly kissing the palm. "Sorry,
honey, but I assumed since we've only been with each other the last six
months, we were officially together. However, if you'd like a symbol of my
commitment, I think I still have my letterman jacket up in the attic. It's
all yours."
One touch of Miguel's
lips on his skin, anywhere, and Whit's cock sprang to action. It was why he'd
stopped dating other men. No other guy had this effect on him. They were
simply not Miguel. "Okay, I'll forgive the oversight since you're
looking sexy as hell, but yeah, get me that coat. Now, back to the outrageously
smoking hot woman next door. I think it's time you make your move. It's time.
Unless you want me to take the lead after all."
|
Kam and Dirk collaboration – “Dreams Really Do Come
True” (F/F)
Blurb:
Angi didn't plan on
sleeping with her co-worker. She was still getting over a failed relationship.
However after a night of movies, and too much wine, Angi passed out and then
the most vivid dreams occurred. When she woke, she didn't fight the spark
brewing all night. Angi took the initiative and made her dreams come
to life.
I hope y'all enjpyed these sizzling blurbs and excerpts. All of their titles are available at Amazon (please see their author pages for purchase) and Barnes and Noble.com with the exception of "Welcome to the neighborhood" which is available here: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1907
For more info about Kam and Dirk, please visit them here:
Goodreads:
Amazon Author pages:
Blog:
FaceBook author page:
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Saturday, November 17, 2012
Author Persona
I am an author, but who am I as a person?
Do readers care?
Is it relevant to my craft to say I like rainy days or zombie movies or is it better to keep my likes and dislikes to myself?
Basically, shut up and write.
I say yes.
And No.
What, am I a waffling politician too? God, no. Stay with me now.
Yes, as a writer, I should be writing. Every day. Not wasting time updating my Facebook status or Tweeting Dunkin' Donuts ran out of Pumpkin Spice lattes.
(For the record, I like coffee flavored coffee)
However, with the rampant use and acceptance of social media, its not necessarily a bad thing that I have become a bit of an addict to this type of electronic interaction. I can reach a broader audience from comfort of my home or while on the go with my smartphone. Read my my fans are saying. Gauge literary tastes, trends and other data useful to my authorial career.
And have some fun in between.
Yes, I may post some frivolous absurdities, or something with more emotional weight, either way, I'm engaged. I'm not just pimping for sales.
I think its critical for an author to show that we are who we are. Makes us more accessible. Hell, maybe more likeable. Yes, we do crawl out of writing caves and yes, take out the trash, change diapers, curse our numbskull bosses and hate the nosy body in Apartment 3G.
I've heard and been the subject of criticisms that as a writer, you have to keep both the persoanl and professional separate. I say one has to be aware that everything you say and do online has a digital footprint. I subscribe to being prudent, but I done always practice what I preach. Yeah, I've had a few missteps traversing cyberspace, but I think its iportant to come acrsoo as genuine, not diengenious. If you do the latter, readers will feel a sense of betrayal if they find out you are not who you say you are.
So, with me, ya gonna get the Good, Bad and Ugly (well, not so ugly. I won'y plaster my image all over the Internets.) If a publisher thinks I'm not serious enough or don't have the appearance of writer gravitas, I say, read one of my books. Then send me a Tweet or message me on Facebook.
We'll talk.
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Got your attention?
Good.
My inaugural post to my new blog. Redesigned ,revamped and revved to go. I hope to enlighten, entertain and certainly tantalize, with not only my voice but with others as well. So, feel free to check out the digs and of course, comments and suggestions are most welcome.
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