Friday, November 21, 2014

$5 Amazon Gift Card & 43 other prizes! Cranberries n' Spice Blog Hop




Sometimes, you have to lose something to appreciate what you have. That's the situation my heroine finds herself in in my recent release, TuDawgs. Melody "Nicey" Alexander has lost everything, thanks to her affair with the lieutenant governor, but she's about to find out that what she has left is more than enough. The story is an erotic romp through a carnival, a tale about a bad girl and a carnie, and how to find your way back home. 

I'm giving away a $5 Amazon gift card and  (1) ebook copy of TuDawgs. 


We soon reached the double-length booth. Cheap glassware glittered under hot lights. Glasses, baking dishes, clear plates, coffee cups, and ash trays were stacked so the easy-to-land tosses would net something small or garish. The more desirable items perched on rotating platforms. Squinting, I studied the wares.

The booth attendant approached. I handed over eight quarters and got back twenty-five dimes. “Uh, you miscounted.” I handed five coins back, raising my voice to be heard over the guy calling bingo in the next tent.

“Nah, you’re good,” the young man assured me, darting a look at Carnie from under raised brows. He curled my fingers over the coins. “Keep ‘em. Call it a customer loyalty bonus.”

Carnie snorted and glared at the teenager. “Yeah, right.” Was he jealous? The kid couldn’t be twenty.

I spied a red casserole dish with a clear glass lid. There were several more scattered throughout the display, in various sizes. I pointed to one about three inches square, atop of one of the rotating stands. The small ones would be the hardest to win, since it’d be easier for the dime to slide off the miniscule surface. The dishes were perfect to hold leftovers when my mother cooked for one—after I found a way to move out.

“Aim for those.” I pointed.

Carnie huffed. “You say that like my mama doesn’t need new drinking glasses.”

His aggrieved look made me burst out laughing. He was easy to be around. God, did I ever need someone easy to be around.

“Okay, but if I stick this dime, you’re kissing me.” He waved the coin under my nose.

“And if you miss?”

“I kiss you.”

I threw my dime. “You must know a lot of dumb women.” The coin skidded across the bottom of the upended dish and fell off the other side.

The attendant yelled, “Winner! Winner!” He reached into the display and turned, sitting a striped tea glass in front of me. I slid the tumbler in front of Carnie.

“Looks like you’re not going home to mama empty-handed after all.” I took aim again, breathing deep and trying to calm down, so I could take a little off my throw. The dime struck the same spot as before and began to skid. I grabbed Carnie’s arm, jumping up and down. “Stop. C’mon, stop!”

The leading edge hung over the side, but the coin stayed on the dish.

“We got us another winner!” the young carnival worker cried. He lifted the tablecloth and grabbed an identical dish from a big box underneath. After popping the lid on top, he placed my prize on the railing in front of me.

“I think you’re a ringer,” Carnie said, poking me in the rib. “Tell the truth. You throw dimes for a living.”
“No, but I used to rake them in.” He raised a brow and I regretted bring up the topic. No sense getting depressed. “I’m two for two… and you?” I faked a grin, overwhelmed by a surge of longing for my former position as fundraising director for a children’s charity.

He dragged his dime along the side of his jaw. Think about that nice, square jaw. Not Deuce Tattersall or the job he cost me.

“For the record, I prefer intelligent women.” Carnie’s coin struck the side of the dish I’d hit. He laughed when the dime bounced off and landed on the white table covering. “Looks like you get a kiss.”

Why not? I lifted my chin as he moved close. His body blocked out the hustle and bustle around us. The rock and roll rhythm blaring from the nearby rides pounded through me. He moved one hand to the small of my back, pulling me against him. But he took his sweet time lowering his head.

There’s a place between being manhandled and being handled by a man that turns my will to water. Carnie made himself at home in that spot.

He didn’t try to take more than I offered. No tongue forced itself into my mouth. His lips were firm, yet soft. I enjoyed the way his hands felt on my body. His warmth was welcome in the crisp, evening air. This is nice.

When Carnie raised his head, he stared into my eyes for a long moment, then leaned in again. This time, he brushed his lips back and forth over mine. The soft friction generated a tingle that lingered on my lips long after he pulled away and sailed his dime through the air.

Very nice. I couldn’t keep staring, so I looked for an easier dish to aim for. His coin struck the side of the dish but ricocheted onto the ground. “Oh, look. You get another kiss.”

He turned toward me. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. I expected another chaste kiss, but he teased his way inside my mouth. I forgot about the stupid dishes. I forgot my vow to give up bad boys. I forgot I was only with him to piss Molly off. All I could think was how good he tasted and how damn well he kissed.

 Stroke for stroke, I responded eagerly, exploring him and letting him explore me. I slid my hands underneath the denim jacket, enjoying the way his muscles felt against my palms.

“Hey, Brass. You gonna pitch a dime or pitch a tent?” The young attendant snickered.

What kind of name is Brass? Insider joke, no doubt about his balls. Nobody named their kid Brass. I decided to stick with Carnie.

Carnie broke away with a growl. Wordlessly, he tossed his entire handful of dimes over his shoulder and put his hand at the small of my back again, pulling me closer. Pressed to his chest, my nipples began to throb. The sensation echoed between my thighs.

“Damn, brother. You trying to break me?” Glass clinked behind us when the attendant moved his winnings to the wide rail at Carnie’s back. Paper rattled, but I was lost in the man.

“Hey, lady. Isn’t this you?”

I broke away and stared in horror at the crumpled newspaper the young man held up. My face stared back, schooled into the mask I wore walking into the Columbia FBI office with my hands locked into steel cuffs.
The bold headline screamed. Lt. Governor’s Mistress Set Free in Children’s Charity Scam Case.

Set free. Not “exonerated,” but set free, like little elves worked some magical spell to conceal my guilt. No one conceals guilt from the FBI. Those bastards ripped my life apart until they knew which brand of tampons I prefer. No, their investigation was more intense than that. They knew which coupons I’d clipped for those tampons were expired. 
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Monday, November 3, 2014

Cover Reveal! Deeper by Allyn Lesley









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Everything Avianna Linton thought she knew was shattered in one traffic stop. With her life turned upside down, she flees to the bright lights of New York City hoping for anonymity and a new life. 

Rising from nothing, Noah Adams holds onto his power and control with a bone-crushing grip. No one dared challenge his authority until her...

Avi’s disdain for Noah is barely contained, and Noah does everything he can to restrain himself—a concept he has little experience with.

There’s more between the two than either of them realize. A force looms near, hovering with deadly precision and motivated solely by revenge.

Avi wonders who her new friends truly are and if she’s already in too deep. Noah, accustomed to getting what he wants, will do whatever it takes to draw Avi's in deeper. 

Deeper is an interracial romantic suspense novel by new author Allyn Lesley.













Allyn Lesley © 2014

Noah shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t touch her without permission. “What’s your name?”
She straightened her posture, meeting his stare while folding her arms over her chest. “What’s yours?”  
Noah laughed out loud.
Well look at this. She has the balls to question me to my face?
He stepped closer to the woman who piqued his interest. “I like that you don’t scare easily. But I asked you first.”
Damn, she’s short. Her head just reached his shoulder. His gaze lowered to her open-toe gold shoes that showed off the cutest digits he’d ever seen. He appreciated that even in heels he towered over her. Her glare greeted him when he returned his attention back to her face.
“And I asked you second,” she countered with a hand on her hip. “We could play this all night, Mister.”
Noah’s gaze deliberately dropped from her tasty-looking lips down to her green dress with the cutout that flirted with her thick thighs. Noah slowly retraced his path up her body and conveyed his intent.
Oh yeah, I’m so fucking you tonight.
By the time their eyes connected again, Noah’s grin had split his face, revealing a set of deep dimples and gleaming white teeth. She failed miserably at making her small smile into a scowl. His grin disappeared when she took a step backward.
“Noah Adams.” The name you’ll be screaming later. He stretched his right hand out, hoping she’d be polite enough to shake. The feel of her hand would have to hold him until he got to the rest in his bed later.





**Deeper will be released January 2015**














Biography
Allyn Lesley writes real stories about real people. 

As a teen, Allyn lost herself in the pages of some of Romance’s heavyweights, trusting that a happy ever after was just around the corner. In Allyn’s own writing journey, as in life, she’s learned that people don’t always experience recovery and restoration after a fall. Her stories speak to the gritty side of life where the right choice isn't always easily identified and happiness not quickly gained.








Giveaway
The giveaway begins at 12 AM on November 3, 2014 and ends at 12 AM on November 8, 2014.








Sunday, September 21, 2014

We're Celebrating the Ndulgent Bloggers' 4th BLOGiversary!



We're Celebrating the Ndulgent Bloggers' 4th BLOGiversary!


4 Years of Reviews. 4 Years of Supporting Authors. 4 Years of Great Books. 4 Huge Bags o' Swag.









I began writing about the time Ndulgent began reviewing. Over the years, they've been very supportive of my work, as they have many other authors. Happy birthday, Ndulgent, and here's to many, many more years!


To help celebrate, I'm giving away an e-copy copy of my latest release, TuDawgs.

 Welcome to TuDawgs. Our county fair booth is now serving one very bad girl, sautéed in scandal and peppered with regrets. We grill her with relentless cops and reporters, top her with a choice, all-beef carnival worker, and slather on the heart-stopping hook-ups. Then we add a generous dollop of old flames and make the stakes mile-high. What’s that? You want a cotton-candy ending for your bad girl? That’ll cost her extra. Don’t say I spilled the secret ingredient, but the carnie’s running a rigged game.

Since the story is set at the county fair, just leave me a comment below, telling me your favorite thing about the fair and your e-mail address. Will it be the food, the displays, the rides? 
For my character, it was the hot carnie she met on opening day. 




Thursday, September 11, 2014

(Excerpt) One Night Stand by M.O. Kenyan ~ Release Day!


I'm in love with the cover art of every book in this series.
It's release day again for M.O. Kenyan. Book 3 of her New Yorker series is out today.

1-click it here

The technicalities of a one night stand are usually, you meet a person at a bar, club or pub. You get a sexual vibe then you take off to a motel, the car or to their apartment. Then early in the morning someone sneaks out and you never see each other again. Rich had perfected the art, he didn't expect to see Catalella again, but life has a funny way of surprising you. Catalella ends up being his lawyer and more than that she's got a gift for him, one that he will get in nine months.

EXCERPT 1
“Where is your boyfriend?” Rosalinda asked.
“My what?” The question had caught Catalella off guard. She hoped that her shock didn’t show. What exactly was she supposed to tell them now? “Oh him, he’s back in the city.”
“Who is he? Does he have a name?” Adrian asked, his eyes searching his daughter’s face.
“Uh-huh…Rich—” she gulped, “—ard.”
“Does Rich-ard, have a last name?”

EXCERPT 2
He pushed his way into the apartment, his hands demanding every inch of Catalella. He thought she would resist him but she couldn’t, and when her arms wrapped around his neck that was all he could take. He kicked the door closed and lifted Catalella. He led her to the dining table and a wave of déjà vu hit him. Rich laid her flat on the table and released her lips so that he could take his jacket off. But, as he did, his eyes caught sight of the literature on the table.
At first he thought they were a bunch of novels until he saw the words ‘Your first baby’ on one of the books. He stepped back from her, releasing his mind from the hazy cloud of desire. He walked to the other end of the table and picked up the book.
“I thought you said you couldn’t get pregnant?”


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Saturday, September 6, 2014

TuDawgs Hits #1 on Release Day... Thank You!

Wow, what a release! Thanks so much for making TuDawgs the #1 bestselling IR erotic romance on Amazon the day of launch! It's still hanging out at #2. 
Read for free with your Kindle Unlimited subscription. There seems to be some confusion about the KU plan. Yes, authors get paid when you borrow their titles and read past the 10% mark, so don't feel like you're screwing me by borrowing through KU. I love the program!
I found this handy-dandy Kindle preview script, so check out the Amazon story preview right here.
If you bought it, if you read it, please don't forget to leave a review! Love it, hate it, I want to know. 



If you're waiting to buy, please add TuDawgs to your Goodreads shelf.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Cover Reveal and Cut Scene from TuDawgs!

Blurb:

Welcome to TuDawgs. Our county fair booth is now serving one very bad girl, sautéed in scandal and peppered with regrets. We grill her with relentless reporters, top her with one choice, all-beef carnival worker and slather on the heart-stopping hook-ups. We’ll throw in a generous dollop of enemies and make the stakes mile-high. What’s that? You want a cotton-candy ending for your bad girl? That’ll cost her extra. Don’t say I spilled the secret ingredient, but  the carnie’s playing a rigged game.


Deleted scene. I love it, but it had to go:

I didn’t have time to figure out what Tee’s issue was, because the trailer shook as Carnie bounded up the stairs. He stuck his head inside the door. “Molly? It’s Molly, right? Can you step out for just a moment, please?”

To my horror, she grinned and waltzed outside, pausing to pinch his cheek. “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” Dave’s laughter caused the trailer to shimmy. Can I climb out the window without breaking my neck?

The whole crew burst out laughing. They had no idea he was such a… a… backstabbing, money-grubbing opportunist. They were still snowed by his little act with his niece. Children make such good endorsements, don’t they? My words to Molly mocked me as he took a step in my direction. Backing up was impossible. Bonnie even tried to shove me in his direction.

I turned to snatch the tongs out of David’s hand, thinking I’d somehow fend him off. Dave held them out of reach. With a sinking heart, I felt a hard hand grip my wrist.

He yanked my arm.

“What are you—oof!” My stomach connected with his lowered shoulder. My head struck Noah in the gut when he spun. I kicked and balled my fists to pound his back, but all I got for my trouble was an arm that felt like steel across the backs of my thighs and sore hands. He rounded the end of the concession trailer, grabbed April by the hand, and sauntered through the crowd like it was a day at the beach.

She kept peeking around his body to grin at me, like the ass did this all the time, too. I had a lot to say, none of it fit for the ears of a five-year-old. Not to mention the little issue of getting a deep breath, because every step he took knocked  the air out of me. If some reporter happened to see me in this predicament, I knew damn well a photo would make the scandal rags. I had no choice but to endure. Frustration mounted as he strolled down the midway. When he put me down, should I run like a scalded dog? Or slap him first, then run?

Knee to the nuts. Then get away. Of all the days not to have a car. 


Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Love Out of Lust Blog Tour ~ Plus an Exclusive Interview with Author Ray Sostre!








Story written by: Ray Sostre
Edited by: Elicia Stoll

AfterDark Press 2013, 2014


Daryl and Marisol grew up together
as best friends and now live together as roommates. The two suffered losses in
their lives; Daryl went through a sad divorce, while Marisol lost her brother
and Mother in the same year, and gone through a relationship issue with her
ex-boyfriend Jose.

When Marisol talks out her problems
with Daryl, she not only shares a drink with him, but her most intimate secrets
with Daryl, leading to a sexual encounter at home.

When the two realize what they’ve
done, they take precautions with their friendships, hoping not to hurt one
another, but their lustful passions soon turn into love, and both Daryl and
Marisol discover a purpose for each other.













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About
Ray Sostre:

Ray Sostre was born in New York,
raised throughout the east coast (New York, New Jersey,
and Pennsylvania)
for much of his life, until he moved to Nevada in 2005. His passion to write erotica
happened by accident in the summer of 2010, but since then he’s been writing
stories (m/f contemporary, lesbian, and ménage). At that same year, he
established a website, specifically for erotic authors -- AfterDark Online,
giving a voice for authors of erotica and erotic romance to be heard. He lives
with his longtime girlfriend of nearly ten years, and is an avid listener of electronica,
hip hop, and R&B.

Ray jokes, “I’m always looking for
writing material.”



And....Ray agreed to a nosy interview by yours truly!

1.     Where do you live, Ray? Any particular reason you chose to live in this place?
Hi, thank you for having me! I currently live in Nevada, just 130 miles west of Salt Lake City. The town I live in is West Wendover, where every August, a herd of speed racers visit this town for the Bonneville Speedway.
When I moved to this town, there were two reasons: To live out west, and I’ve known a woman, whom I’m still with for the last ten years.
2.     How did you first meet your inner writer?
It was the fall of 1990, when I wrote my first short story, while I served in detention. I was a potential scholar, but also a troublemaker as well, lol. I continued writing until 1997, when I gave it up to pursue a passion I truly loved – music. I worked as a club DJ for some time until 2004, and then six years later I picked up writing.
I didn’t have any intentions to write in 2010, but my father persuaded me to get back to writing, since I used to do a lot of it, when I was in high school. I never thought of myself as being an erotic writer, but I was working on a project of mine, during the summer – AfterDark Online. And then, one day, I stumbled on to a story from a site called Lush Stories, where a guy wrote a story written so-well, where it got ruined by derogatory languages that didn’t sit in place. I commented that his story sucked. He challenged me, and the rest was history. Writing erotica happened by accident, and that’s when I found my passion.
3.     What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog, or the romance?
I like creating the drama in my stories, along with comedy. If I can get as raunchy as I can, I will utilize it (I don’t care for dry comedy). My sex scenes have got to be hot; sweltering enough to bust out with something more than a mental amusement. As far as my favorite scenes in my book Love Out Of Lust, I would say the Valentine’s Day story on Part Four. It was difficult, but really good; intimate.
4.     Did you have a hard time writing any particular scenes?
At times, yes. However, I love the challenge, not because it’s easy because it’s difficult to accomplish, and I want to say to myself I did it.
5.     What were you doing the day before your story began?
When I wrote Love Out Of Lust – Part One in May 2013, I was just messing around to see if I could write a series. When I say messing around, I really didn’t know where to take the story from there. All I know is I wanted my story to start out with lust. What’s more interesting when you have two roommates sharing the same lusting feelings for each other?
I wanted to play with my characters between Marisol and Daryl where, out of weakness they admit their desires, starting with Marisol.
6.     If you could rewrite anything in your story, what would it be?
The first part to the series. While many told me they enjoyed reading it. It was short. Here’s a little trivia: My original editor looked at it in May 2013 and helped edited it. It wasn’t professionally done, but I didn’t discover Elicia Stoll until a publisher disbanded, and I remembered her re-editing my lesbian novella prior. When I came to Elicia in the summer, to re-edit my work, she made it much better, but I wished I made it longer, like combining Part Two to my story with Part One. At that time, I didn’t know where to take the story, but I needed to continue it.
7.     Do you like the way you ended your story?
I’m satisfied, and happy of my work, even if I believed the story ended a little different than the way I wanted it. I learned a few things about ending a story. You need an ending that defines HEA, along with an interesting ending, and feel-good feeling. I never like reading stories that lead me on and then suddenly ends on a boring or awkward note.
8.     What is your least favorite characteristic?
Having a very dirty mind, when I get a muse, lol. I could only think of that.
9.     If you could tell me one thing your reader would never know, what would it be?
I like to entertain, amuse, and turn on my readers. Writing erotic has given me a purpose since 2010. Although, it sucks that I can’t make the time writing everything; I have to pay bills, eat sleep, and I spend time with a woman I’m thankful to have – my longtime girlfriend, who’s been supportive of what I do.
1.  What do you do for a living?
Well, currently, I’m working as a Food & Beverage Manager at a casino. This job has taught a lot, but as far as passion. I’m in a transition to move on, in order to fulfill with a long dream – writing and media publishing.
1.  What is your greatest fear?
My biggest fear is being out of touch. I’m proud of my generation (Gen-X). I look at the generation before me, my generation, the generation after me and the newborns, and I think of how times change and why I want to embrace the newer generations. The generation before me had made some highlights, but they’re too stuck on the past – well, most of the one’s I’ve encountered, except my father. My generation is starting to get that way, where the eighties and nineties were their highlight, and they complain about how kids have no respect for anything, when we were like that too; and our parents.
 I’m more a child of the nineties and millennium; I was watching Transformers & G.I. Joe in the 1980’s. I look at the young generation, and I see how different they are, and I tend to learn from them. I feel much wiser, but still relevant with the times. I listen to new music genres (even though it’s way different than when I grew up), learning new slang from people, and stay in tuned with the young culture. I don’t want to be stuck with the notion of remember the times? The times have changed, and I like focusing on the positive aspects of a new era. So does my girlfriend.
1.  What is your most prized possession?
The gift of writing erotic stories, and the gift of helping others with my site AfterDark Online. When I launched the site in 2010, it was just a story submission site at that time, but I wanted it to be more than just a story submission site. I wanted to help other authors of erotica to get a voice.
1.  What do you think your greatest weakness is? What is your strongest attribute?
I learned that too much partying isn’t good for you. I’m getting older *sighs*, but as far as my strongest attributes, the willingness to learn.
1.  What are you proudest of? What embarrasses you?
AfterDark Online has been my most proudest accomplishment. As far as what embarrasses me, nothing. The people in my town know what I write, my family and friends know what I write. I’m not ashamed. I feel comfortable about myself.
1.  What is something no one knows about you?  Why do you keep it a secret?  And what would happen if everyone found out about it?
I am social, but I’m really a loner. I like being behind the scenes of things, rather at the forefront. People think I’m supposed to be sociable, but I like being away from things, however, only to be around the scene at least from time to time. 
1.  What do you find most appealing in men/women?
With women, I like the ones who have some sense of brains, who tells it like it is and very independent thinking; emancipated. Aside from physical preferences, I like being among those who are confident about their life, but only want someone to talk to too.
I’m more attracted to the intelligent with a touch of a bad-girl in her. I’m the type to get bored very easily around the goodie two-shoes. At least, have some dirt you did in your life. I won’t judge; just treat me right. Thank god, I found the one, lol.
1.  What do you find most unappealing in men/women?
I don’t go for the BS games. I may sound harsh at what I say, but I’m not into women who think they’re some novelty, because their daddy or other men said they were.
I won’t put them on a pedestal. I prefer treating the woman I’m with as my equal; never above or way out of my league. Don’t get me wrong, my woman of almost ten years is very important in my life, but I’m not like some men who will do anything to keep her happy, regardless of his happiness; it’s just not me. Plus, I have a problem with women who don’t think, or think for themselves.
1.  What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy Sunday?
Oh, if I only have the luxury. The last time I had a rainy Sunday like that was when I lived in the east coast, lol. However, lately, I work. I pull a double-back from a graveyard to a swing shift.
1.  What do you believe about love? Has that changed since your story began?
Love is a very complex story. It’s easily given and can be taken for granted. This is a very interesting question, but that is the only thing that has popped in my mind.
Thank you so much for having me here. It’s been an honor!
- Ray Sostre.