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Saturday, July 31, 2010

One Last Kiss by B.A. Taylor

Suzanne could not remember the last time she had gotten a good night sleep. Actually now that she thought about it she could; it was the night before her entire life when crashing down around her, the night before her husband’s tragic car accident.

She did not expected tonight to be any different. She lay in her empty bed mourning the loss of her husband wishing she could see him for just a moment so she could have one last kiss and say goodbye. She stayed that way until her grief forced her to cry herself to sleep.

As sleep overcame her she began to feel a calming sensation she had not felt in weeks. Then she realized she was no longer in her room but instead she was in the cottage she and Greg had spent a week at when they had first gotten married. It had been the best vacation they had ever taken and they had been making plans to return when he died.

As she looked around confused she suddenly felt strong arms circle around her and she automatically stiffened and gasped. But when she took the breath in she quickly recognized the musky male scent.

“I have missed you” a deep baritone voice said from behind her. She quickly turned and wiped away the moisture in her eyes so she could see better. It was really him.

“Oh, Greg.”

She had missed the feeling of his lips taking possession of hers. How many times she had wished she could have one more chance to show him how much she had loved him.

He let out a moan deep in his throat before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He placed her on the smooth sheets before collapsing on top of her making sure their mouths stayed infused. When he finally pulled his mouth away they were both flustered and breathing heavy.

Then he moved his hand down and ripped the buttons from her blouse to allow him to cup her breast in his hand and just looked into her eyes. There was nothing they could say to each other that their bodies could not explain better.

When he moved away from her she grabbed at him afraid that if they lost contact he would disappear and she would be alone again. He moved out of her reach and began to remove his clothes. Realization took hold and she followed his lead.

Once they were both nude he climbed on top of her again this time capturing her hard nipple in his mouth.

Then Greg slowly moved his hand down her body until he reached her core. He pushed his fingers into her opening gathering some of her juices, then rubbed the juices on her clit, teasing it as it hardened further under his ministration. She began to feel her body coil inside in the anticipation of the orgasm soon to come. Then he pushed a finger inside of her allowing his thumb to continue the work on her clit. Suzanne could not stop the moan that escaped from her lips even if she had wanted to.

“Come for me, babe” Greg whispered to her. “I want to watch your head fly back and your eyes roll as you soak my fingers.” He pushed another digit into her.

His voice and the new invader in her body was enough to send her over the edge and just when she began to recover and she returned to her body she felt him remove his fingers to only be replaced by the head of his cock pushing inside of her.

Greg captured her lips again as he began to move in and out of her body only releasing them to take a breath to go back to allowing his mouth to make love to hers as his cock was making love to her cunt. Starting slowly at first then building the pressure until she could no longer handle it. She was sent screaming into another orgasm and, after one more deep stroke that penetrated her straight to her heart, Greg followed.

They lay there for a minute with him still draped on top of her until he lifted his hand and wiped her cheek forcing her to realize she was crying.

“Sweetie, don’t do that please” he pleaded with not only his voice, but also his eyes causing her to cry harder and tremble beneath him forcing his body out of hers.

“I know I am going to wake up alone. I can’t do it, Greg; I cannot live without you. Please don’t make me.”

She looked away ashamed of herself for begging, knowing it was not his fault, but still she knew she would not be able to go on without him.

His body went rigid above hers then he slid off of her, grabbing her, and dragging her with him so that he could hold her. “You don’t know why you are here do you?” he asked.

She looked up at him puzzled now. She was dreaming, wasn’t she? It was the only way to be with the only man she would ever love, the man who took a piece of her soul when he died.

Greg placed his fingers under her chin forcing her to meet his eyes. “Sweetie, I don’t know how to tell you this, but—um-- you passed away in your sleep.”

“What… how… that can’t be…” she began to protest.

“You couldn’t handle living without me. The doctors are going to rule it heart failure, but on this side we know you really died from a broken heart,” he said gently.

She sat there for a few moments thinking about what he just said, trying to understand all of it. Then she smiled as the words he said penetrated.

“So I can stay with you forever now?” she asked, yearning in her voice.

Greg laughed and replied, "We will be together for all eternity; now kiss me.”

And that was exactly what she did.

BIO: After years of obsessively reading, vivid dreams, and a love for story telling, I decided to take my imagination to a new level and start writing.

Author Interview: Ambrielle Kirk

Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Ambrielle Kirk, whose debut novel A Player's Agenda was just released from Breathless Press.

I asked her to tell us a little bit about the book.

Mariah has had to work hard for everything in life, and that includes her MBA in Accounting. She doesn’t have time for promiscuous sexy jocks with only one thing on their mind. She’d have to be content with daydreams about former football player Damien, whose nightly sexual conquests made the campus rumor mill. No one is more surprised than she, when Damien approaches her after class one day with a lust-filled agenda on his mind. Does Mariah have the right mix of bedroom moves to tame this player…forever?
Ambrielle realized at an early age, during visits to her local library as a teen, that she wanted to be a writer.

"I’ve always written romantic fiction," she told me. "There’s just something about a happy or happy for now ending that satisfies me as a reader and writer."

In fact, Ambrielle said, "Even though my primary goal was to eventually become published, if I never had I would have been okay with that too. Writing is something I enjoy."

A lot of times Ambrielle sees the categories of erotica, erotic romance, and pornography lumped together, but she feels there is a definite difference.

"With pornography I think of something that is visually stimulating or turns someone on," she explained. "With erotica, the fiction leans more towards frequent sex acts on a page. There’s less plot, more action. Erotic romance, which is a genre I write in, is a subgenre of romance. While the subplot may be frequent sex, the intimacy should always progress the plot and help character development."

Some writers she thinks does this well include Kimberley Kaye Terry, Lora Leigh, and Kate Douglas. In fact, the Wolf Tales series by Kate Douglas got Ambrielle started with reading, and then writing, erotic romance.

"These writers have 'erotic fiction writing formula' down to a science," she declared.

One thing I like asking author is which comes first, the plot or the characters. Ambrielle is unique in that, in her case, the title has to come first. Although she might later change it, a title will suggest itself while she's listening to favorite songs, watching movies, or just watching people in the mall.

Once she has the title, and a plot suggests itself, Ambrielle she allows her muse to take the story where it needs to go. And, since her erotic and contemporary romances are character driven, there is rarely a need to do prior research when she begins these stories.

"On the other hand, my paranormal romances involve a bit more research because I thoroughly enjoy the world-building aspect of it," she told me. "I will research for hours to try and find the right name for a species or vampire clan in my book. I love reading paranormal and urban fantasy books that have a solid premise, which is why I aim to create intriguing premises in my own."

She never intended to classify herself as an erotic romance writer, but from the time she wrote her first romance, it contained erotic elements.

"I like to tell people that I write romance, plain and simple, but my work may fall into the erotic and/or paranormal genre," she said. "My sex scenes have always been detailed with nothing left to the imagination."

On more of a personal note, Ambrielle's favorite food is pizza. Why? "Because it is quick and easy and allows me to get work done in the evenings," she explained.

She can also tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi. "Coke has a much milder, smoother flavor," she said, "but I do prefer it over the sweeter, bolder Pepsi taste."

She also has a sweet tooth, so one of the things she enjoys doing when she's not writing, or working at her demanding day job in Atlanta, Georgia, is baking delectable goodies. The other things include reading (she admitted to going through nearly two hundred paperbacks a year before she got series about her writing) and surfing the internet. She's recently developed a Twitter addiction and told me she would love for people to check out her Twitter page @ambriellekirk.

She also likes to regularly treat herself to manicures and pedicures.

Finally, I asked Ambrielle, "If you could give a new writer one piece of advice, what would it be?"

"If you want to be a published author, don’t ever give up."

Ambrielle has another book, Liaison, being released in October and she shared a little bit about it:

As hot as the fires raging in hell is an undeniable lust between a witch and a demon. Leona Moreau inherited the Ring of Power hailing her queen of her coven. The youngest leader to date, she has assumed many responsibilities to include retaining the Book of Power from the demons who stole it. To do this, she summons the son of an archdemon to bring back her book. Half human, half demon, Carrick struggles with an identity crisis and resistance from both sides. Leona must retrieve the book before the demons unleash its power. However, Carrick has held onto it in hopes of one day using it to get his soul back from his demon father. Will Leona give up everything, including the trust of her coven, to save Carrick’s soul?
You can keep up with Ambrielle on her blog,

Friday, July 30, 2010

Friday Spotlight: D. Renee Bagby

Freshwater Snails

Okay. So all week long, you’ve been reading promotional essays from me. I decided to be completely random with my last installment and write about a new hobby I’d like to undertake (like I need another one :P).

I was in the Wally World the other day, browsing the pet section for kitty stuff (I have two cats), and the freshwater snails caught my attention. There was one just sliding his way along the glass. For some strange reason, watching his progress totally mesmerized me. It had a very calming effect.
Calm is very important for someone like me who is usually going in fifty different directions at once and trying to get everything finished and only succeeding half the time. I’ve decided that I want some freshwater snails. I can sit them in my study and just watch them. I don’t think that would ever get boring.

It’s a weird hobby and I know aquarium set up is expensive, but they are like the perfect pet. Freshwater snails are algae eaters. They clean their own tank. How cool is that? I would only have to supplement their diet with a few fish flakes every once in a while.

According to a co-worker who has freshwater snails, they breed like crazy but are as easy to take care of as I seem to think they are. I only have to sneak the tank past my husband. He thinks having snails would be a bad idea. That’s the same thing he said about owning a snake.

Yes, I wanted a snake (I use past tense loosely since I’m still sort of debating it). However, I’ll give up wanting the snake if I can get the snails. I think I just want the aquarium, which is totally weird but then this is me we’re talking about. I’ve given up trying to figure myself out. It’s not worth the effort.

It has to be about the aquarium because I’ve never wanted fish. I like watching fish when I visit restaurants that have them (for ambiance not to eat). But, it always seemed like too much work. PH levels, draining the tank, cleaning the tank, acclimating the fish to the water, rinse and repeat. No thank you. Freshwater snails eliminate half of that. I just need the hubby to leave town on business and those snails are mine. *evil grin*

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Thursday Spotlight: D. Renee Bagby

A Living (Fictional) Mobius Strip

In 1858, August Ferdinand Möbius, a mathematician and astronomer, discovered what is now known as the Möbius strip. If you were to get a strip of paper, give it a half twist and tape the two ends together, you would have created a Möbius strip. It is a surface with no boundary and only one edge.

While this is a iconic and monumental mathematical discovery, it makes for an even more interesting concept when applied to storytelling. I used the concept when I wrote ERIS, my very first ménage (m/f/m) published with Siren Publishing in June 2010.

I love time swept (time slip) romance. Time travel, in both reality and fiction, has always fascinated me. If we could time travel, would we be able to change events in the past so the present and future would be different? Or, would history be immutable and happen the same no matter what we might do? Or, could it be we traveled back in time because we were supposed to travel back in time and there is no fear of changing something since it’s supposed to be that way?

The possibilities are endless and thus so are the fictional applications. In the case of ERIS, I went with option three and made her story into a living (read – fictional) Möbius strip. I call ERIS an unorthodox time travel because the reader has to get to know her and the heroes -- Lucien and Ranulf -- in the present before they see them in the past. For that reason, it takes a bit to get to the time traveling portion of the book. I have a good reason for that though.

Lucien and Ranulf were born in the thirteenth century. That is when they met Eris. She challenged their way of life and made them love her before she disappeared. In order to see her again, both men donned immortality. Centuries pass. When the time comes, they start searching for her. Just when they think they will never find her, Eris shows up on their doorstep. There’s only one catch -- she’s never met them before.

The Eris they knew in the past is the not the same Eris in the present because she hasn’t lived that time yet even though Ranulf and Lucien have. Confused yet? Welcome to the fictional Möbius strip where the events of the present cause the events of the past which then cause the events of the present and so on until everything ends in love.

ERIS by D. Renee Bagby
(Eternal Truths Series, Book 1)
Fantasy Mainstream Menage (m/f/m), Interracial, Unorthodox Time Travel
Siren Publishing, Menage Amour Imprint

Time is on their side and they can be together, assuming the truth doesn't ruin everything first.

Immortals born in the thirteenth century, Lucien Riordan and Ranulf Styr have waited centuries to be reunited with their love. Want for her cemented their friendship through time even as it tore it apart. She changed their lives, made them want better, and they plan to show her that. There’s only one catch—she’s never met them before.

Eris Brue is flattered by Lucien and Ranulf’s attention but they are her bosses. She doesn’t want to get tangled up in an office romance, especially not with two men. Their joint seduction overcomes her resolve and she gives in even though she knows they are keeping secrets that could doom their relationship.

Centuries of planning have finally come to fruition. Lucien and Ranulf have a short amount of time to make Eris love them, because once time has her, everything could come to an end.

eBook ISBN: 1-60601-837-X

Coming to Print Dec 2010/Jan 2011

Read Chapter One:

Building New Realms of Passion…

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Wednesday Spotlight: D. Renee Bagby

Reality TV Goes Interstellar

Everyone remembers the reality TV craze. How could you forget? There was a time when you couldn’t turn on your TV without being overrun with one reality TV show or another. Survival, crazy dares, insane roommates, and network-produced strife ruled the airways. Everyone had their own gimmick to top the other shows.

I have to admit a few of the shows sucked me in as well. I couldn’t help it. Besides, there wasn’t much else to watch. Some good did come of it though. I got the idea for ACKNOWLEDGING MEIRION. Hey, everyone else was cashing in on the reality TV phenomenon. Why not me too? Teehee.

A contemporary romance with a reality TV backdrop was too mundane for me. I had to add a twist. Why not have it be a reality TV show for an alien race that is obsessed with Earth and its inhabitants? Why not make it more like a nature reality show where the cameramen are visible to the observed and the viewers? Why not make the aliens fey?

I did it all and put it under my alter ego, Zenobia Requist. The fey aren’t an ancient mythological race with magical powers. The Fey are an alien race with super science. They visited Earth once before but got tired of being worshipped and/or feared. They decided to leave and come back once Earth had matured technologically a bit more. However, their first visit left a lasting impression and stories of the Fey lived on in our myths and legends.

Fast forward to the present. The Fey have returned and they want to observe humans in their natural habit. The reality TV craze has crossed the cosmos and landed in Meirion’s home. She’s one of the lucky people chosen to be observed. It’s a stressful time for her since she’s constantly being watched, except when she’s in the bathroom.

Her cameramen aren’t allowed to interact with her in any way, shape, or form. Despite that, Meirion has developed feelings for Kiar, and she’s fairly sure those feelings are reciprocated. The only way to find out is to make him break the network policy of no acknowledgment.

It’s easier said than done since Kiar is a very career-oriented individual who refuses to compromise his work ethic no matter what his heart may want. He presents a challenge to Meirion and she drags along the home viewers on her quest to get a reaction out of Kiar. In the end, it’s up to Kiar whether he’ll give in to the temptation of acknowledging Meirion.

Science Fantasy, Mainstream Interracial
Red Rose Publishing

No acknowledgment -- but is true love the exception?

Meirion Flatt is one of a handful of people participating in the human version of a nature show for an alien race known as the Fey. Kiar, one of the three men chosen to film her, has awakened emotions in her she hasn’t felt since her husband died. She can’t tell if the feelings are mutual or one-sided, but she’s willing to find out.

Kiar takes great pride in doing his job correctly and that pride means everything to him. The network he works for has a strict rule of no acknowledgment. He’s meant to observe, not interact—no matter what. When Meirion sets out to seduce him, his job becomes that much harder.

Two of the universe's most stubborn people are about to clash in a new battle of the sexes. This competition has no rules and neither Meirion nor Kiar is willing to lose. It's her heart versus his pride. Will victory lead to joint happiness or both their defeats as Kiar struggles against... Acknowledging Meirion

eBook ISBN: 978-1-60435-043-2

Print ISBN: 978-1-60435-918-3

Read Chapter One:

Discover Different and Unique Romance

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Tuesday Spotlight: D. Renee Bagby

Smile! It’s Supposed to Hurt!

In high school, I was part of the color guard -- the girls who twirl the flags in marching band. Those were fun times. I learned a lot. Heck, I even remember some it and might be able to perform, though not very well.

One thing that stuck with me since that time was smiling. Always smiling. My instructor was always yelling for all the girls (we didn’t have guys on my color guard team) to smile since that was part of the performance.

After a particularly long practice, we were all hot and tired and sick of smiling. One girl complained that her face was starting to hurt from smiling so much. To that the instructor yelled, “It’s supposed to hurt!”

The lesson stuck with me. To this day, I smile even if I don’t realize I’m smiling. It’s a reflex, or more like muscle memory, at this point and not really indicative of anything. Thankfully, it doesn’t hurt anymore.

I’m always being complimented on my smile. That gave me the idea to have a character who smiles all the time since I like to incorporate part of myself, in some small way, into each of my characters. I wanted this character to be cheerful and happy all of the time no matter what life throws her way. What I got was Serenity.

The idea of Serenity and how she ended up in the book SERENITY (available in print and ebook from Samhain Publishing, Ltd.) are two totally different beings. True to my original idea, she does smile all of the time and is usually happy. Serenity is a princess of Cheslav, the largest human kingdom on Gezane, an alternate Earth within my Multiverse.

Even after finding out she’s to marry Melchior, the king of the bhresya, a people the humans refer to as demons, Serenity is still happy and smiling. The marriage is to solidify the peace between their two people but Serenity is determined to make their marriage one of love as well. Melchior is just as determined to keep their marriage distant and political.

Through all the hardship Melchior puts her through, Serenity is always smiling. Her smile is even present when she orders the deaths of those who try to assassinate her so the peace won’t last. I wanted her to be a happy girl. My beta reader told me I had written a sociopath instead.

I had to laugh when I realized she was right. Serenity is a sociopath. But at least, she’s a happy one. I started out with the best of intentions but in the end, SERENITY gave new meaning to the phrase “Smile! It’s supposed to hurt!”

SERENITY by D. Renee Bagby
(Gezane Universe Novel)
Fantasy Mainstream Romance, Interracial/Multicultural
Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

Their uneasy alliance could lead to love -- if the demon will allow it.

Melchior, King of the Bhresyas, is quickly growing tired of the war between his kind and the humans who view them as demons. He proposes a peace treaty with the most powerful human kingdom. His only stipulation? Once she comes of age, the human queen’s daughter must be his bride.

Serenity has spent her entire life preparing for her role at Melchior’s side. Other women might be frightened, but she embraces her destiny, knowing in her heart that she and Melchior have been twined together by fate.

While he wants cooperation between their two peoples, his union with Serenity cannot and should not lead to love. The more she tries to bring them together, the harder he pushes her away—until she lands in the arms of those who would do her harm.

Love is the answer. But before Melchior admits to his, it may be too late.

Warning: this title contains cursing, a sociopathic heroine, horny males, and copious amounts of gratuitous violence.

eBook ISBN: 978-1-59998-898-6

Print ISBN: 978-1-60504-093-6

Read Chapter One:

Building New Realms of Passion…

Monday, July 26, 2010

Monday Spotlight: D. Renee Bagby

Next Dimension, Please, And Step On It

Did anyone else wish to be whisked away to another planet or dimension or even another country just to get away from their life? I know I can’t be the only one.
Now that I’ve started writing and building fantasy worlds as a way to pass the time, the inclination doesn’t come over me as much as it did in the past. When I was a kid (middle and high school), things were totally different. I was hoping for an alien invasion or a prince from a far off land to come and spirit me away to a far off place where everything went my way.

That didn’t happen. Obviously. Or did it? Tee hee. Okay it didn’t, so I had to settle on the next best thing -- writing a book where it happened to the heroine. Thus my debut novel was born and I introduced ADRIENNE to the world.

ADRIENNE took everything I wanted at the time and dumped it into one book. A handsome king swooping in to save the heroine from dastardly men and then whisking her away to his kingdom (in another dimension) where she’ll rule by his side as a queen.

Ah… a fairy tale come true. And then the dark side of my imagination got a hold of the plot. Malik may have saved Adrienne from being attacked and whisked her away to his kingdom but she sees it as kidnapping and imprisonment. It’s not like she can try to escape since they are in a totally different dimension on an alternate Earth. And she has to get married to a man she just met.

If that wasn’t bad enough, being his queen means people will be trying to assassinate her at every turn so she can’t give birth to Malik’s heir. On top of all that, she has inherited magical powers she doesn’t know how to control. All Adrienne wants to do is go back to her mundane life where things made sense. It’s up to Malik to convince her that staying is what she really wants.

ADRIENNE by D. Renee Bagby
(Bron Universe Novel)
Fantasy Mainstream Romance, Interracial
Samhain Publishing

He crossed dimensions to claim her as his queen -- but her reign may destroy his world.

Adrienne Backett wants two simple little things this spring break: rest and relaxation. After nearly four years of slaving away for her college education, she deserves a holiday. What she gets is pulled into another dimension by a man who claims she’s his rightful queen.

Malik, King of Ulan, has until his birthday to find his bride or he must forfeit his throne. When a spell reveals her location, he will do anything, even cross dimensions, to claim her as his own.

As if fending off a lusty king isn’t enough of a headache, Adrienne finds herself a pawn in a rival monarch’s plot to bring Malik’s world to its knees. But is the real danger being stuck in the middle of a power struggle between rival kingdoms? Or the damage Malik could do to her heart?

Warning: This title contains adult language (cursing), talking animals, violence, and scenes of near rape.

eBook ISBN: 978-1-59998-523-7

Print ISBN: 978-1-59998-757-6

Read Chapter One

Building New Realms of Passion…

Saturday, July 24, 2010

The Promise of a Dream by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Addy tripped. For a split second, she envisioned her face smashing against the edge of the nearby table. The impact never occurred. Instead, strong hands wrapped themselves around her waist and roughly tugged her upright. The abrupt intervention, made her further lose her balance and she flailed about as her savior captured her with his arms and hugged her to him.

Her eyes widened as she felt the curve of her ass press against the swell of a well-endowed cock. She tried to turn around to catch a glimpse of the man behind her, but the whisper of a kiss on her neck evaporated all thoughts of resistance.

The unknown man sensuously slid his hands over her bare arms, causing a shiver to run down her spine. Again, she tried to tilt her head to see him, but with a chuckle, he took hold of her chin and forced her to look ahead. Addy smiled to herself. Very well, she could wait. She wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t feel in any danger.

Fluid rushed between her legs and an insistent throbbing began to hum through her when the stranger grabbed her hips and rocked her against his stiff need. Addy resisted the urge to moan and rolled her hips back at him, smiling at his low growl of satisfaction.

“You better stop that,” he warned.

Addy swiveled her head and this time was rewarded with a glimpse of a long blond ponytail and large blue eyes full of warmth and passion.

The man twirled her in his arms. Bending her back, he looked down at her exposed cleavage.

“Creamy and dreamy.”

Addy laughed and snaked her hand around his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips collided and their tongues danced in frenzy against one another.

“Caleb,” it came out in a whisper. How she knew his name, she could not recall.

His hands lifted the hem of her skirt and cupped her ass. Kisses rained down her neck and across her chest. A moan caught in her throat as his fingers wound their way inside her wet core. Suddenly, she found herself on the floor, naked. Addy arched her back as Caleb’s fingers delved inside her moist center while his mouth suckled one of her breasts hungrily.

“Please, Caleb,” she begged.

Caleb looked at her, mischief and unveiled desire sparkling in his eyes. With slow precision, he removed his fingers from inside her. He traced the inside of her thighs and she shuddered. Tense, she waited for him to decide his next move. Her breath came out in a rush when he lowered his head between her legs. His tongue caressed her womanly folds, initially with tenderness, then, with growing urgency, he began to flick his tongue over her clit.

One of his hands crept up her body and over her breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples. Addy bucked and cried aloud as an orgasm rattled her body. Her nails bit into his broad shoulders and she groaned in pleasure as he eagerly lapped at her juices.

Before she could recover her breath, Caleb positioned her on her hands and knees. Roughly, he grabbed her hips and thrust inside her. In and out he pounded, his balls slamming against her and adding to her pleasure. He wound his arm around her and thumbed her clitoris. Addy moaned as another orgasm shook her. Her vaginal walls contracted, milking Caleb’s cock and throwing him off the edge. Caleb growled and bit into her shoulder as he emptied his seed into her womb.

Spent, the couple toppled to the floor. Addy snuggled against Caleb’s chest, and he kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, Addy.”

Addy closed her eyes and smiled with contentment.

“Are you all right?”

Addy glanced up. Her smile vanished as vibrant blue eyes regarded her with interest. As reality dawned in on her, she felt her cheeks redden. Embarrassed and dizzy from the vivid memory of her dream, she swooned. Her hero tightened his grip on her waist and led her to a chair.

“Here, let’s sit you down. Feeling better?”

Addy nodded. Unable to utter a word, she stole another glance at the man that had haunted her dreams. He was slightly taller and his hair was longer, but his body build was the same: tall, broad, muscled. Overall, his eyes reflected the same deep sincerity and caring she had seen in her dreams.

“I’ll get you a drink. I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” he said, a dimpled grin highlighting his features and causing goose bumps to rise on her skin.


“Name’s Caleb, by the way.”

Caleb began to turn away, but mid stride, he changed his mind. Their eyes met and the silent promise of a future together seemed to pass between them. He lowered his head and found Addy’s lips. It was a kiss full of possibilities. It was the first kiss of a dream come true.

About the Author: Usually shy and quiet, with either a book or notebook nearby, at first sight you might think that Elyzabeth is nothing more than a hard working student. However, at closer inspection, you might discover that behind her serene demeanor she might be concocting an elaborate fantasy of love and desire.

Author Interview: Stacey Espino

Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Stacey Espino, whose latest book Saving Grace was released last month. A cowboy ménage story, it continues to be Siren's #2 best-seller. She has another cowboy ménage, Damaged Cowboys, will be released early next month. She doesn't limit herself to cowboys, however. Other books she has coming out this year include Fearless Love (Immortal Love, #2), Two Wolves are Better Than One (paranormal menage), and Womankind (futuristic romance).

Stacey didn't start out writing erotica, but found that the books she were reading kept getting hotter and hotter, and that permeated into her own work. When her publisher asked her to spice up her books some, she agreed and turned up the heat. Now, she admits, she's hooked on writing erotic romance.

I asked her how she distinguished between porn and erotic romance.

"I think porn is sex for sex, only meant to arouse and nothing more," she explained. "Erotic romance has emotions involved, complex characters and hopefully a decent plot."

She admitted that sometimes she has to research certain places or activities, but added—with an evil laugh, "The sex scenes come right out of my wicked imagination."

Her husband is very supportive of her writing but she laughed and said, "He doesn't like me to read him the sex scenes. Believe it or not, my grandmother is my biggest fan. I love to hear her comments before I submit my work. As for other friends and relatives, if they don't like erotica, that's fine by me. This is my life to live, not theirs."

Stacey told me that many people assume that the erotic writer engages in all the activities she writes about.

"I know myself and many of my erotica author friends are happily married with children and don’t run around having ménages," she said with a laugh.

She admitted to crossing a lot of boundaries in her recently contracted books. "I can't say there's a line I wouldn't cross," she told me. "Although I haven't dabbled in M/M or F/F, and have no plans to do so, I can't predict where the future will take me."

She considers the first ménage scene she wrote in Saving Grace the most embarrassing sex scene she's ever written.

"It wasn't so much embarrassing for me," she explained, "but knowing that other people were going to read it! Eek!"

Stacey has thought about getting her belly button pierced because she thinks it looks sexy and naughty. So far, however, she's chickened out, she admitted.

"What is your most embarrassing moment?" I asked.

"Printing off one of my books to edit at a local Staples and finding the workers reading it, It was NOT rated PG."

Her favorite food? Any kind of berry.

However, she cannot bring herself to eat shrimp. "I know most people love them, but they look so gross and spongy to me," she said.

She can also tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi, admitting that both are good but that she prefers the sweetness of Pepsi.

Along with her writing, one of her talents is being able to tie a cherry stem with her tongue, she admitted with a blush.

"What is your strangest habit?" I wondered.

She laughed and said, "I wiggle my toes in bed until I fall asleep. Drives my husband crazy."

During the day, her life is spent reading and writing. In the evenings, she divides her time between her husband and her five children.

She would love to have a girl's night out with all of her heroines. "It would be a night to remember!" she told me.

For authors who want to write erotica she stresses, "Use emotions to your advantage. Develop your characters before the big scenes. When a reader has an emotional investment in the characters, the sex will be much more satisfying."

Finally, I asked Stacey, "If you could give a new writer one piece of advice, what would it be?"

"Treat your writing career as a business. Edit your work thoroughly and create a brilliant query, synopsis and marketing plan."

You can keep up with Stacey on her blog,

Friday, July 23, 2010

Friday Spotlight: Inez Kelley

Finally, it’s Friday! Years and years ago, when I worked a 9-5 job, that meant a lot more to me. Now it means the delicate and specialty laundry. All those lovely little items that require special care such as lay-flat-to-dry, hand-wash, or spot-clean only get tackled on one day. And God forbid, that red sweatshirt my daughter loves that bleeds on everything no matter how I wash it. That sucker gets washed alone!

Sometimes I have a lot of this and it makes the day last twice as long. Other times, there is only one or two items and wheeee, free time! Free time is ‘me’ time. I read or do some other task that normally gets crowded out of the daily time-crunch, like I might actually shower, shave my legs and pluck my eyebrows! Rip roarin’ fun there!

But even ten extra minutes where I am not accountable for someone or some task is a tiny breath of heaven and I grab hold of it. I never watch TV. I am a sad sad case of pop culture indifference who has never seen So You Think You Can Dance, NCIS, or any other must-see show. Why waste those precious few minutes watching TV when a whole world of books is waiting on me? My wanna-read pile is taller than I am!

Escape. That is what I want. To escape into a story and let it carry me away from the everyday grind of life, especially the laundry. I try to provide that for others with my writing. From my romantic comedy JINXED, to my fantasy-world in MYLA BY MOONLIGHT and SALOME AT SUNRISE, to the erotic side of human nature in the DIRTY LAUNDRY series, I hope I have given readers an escape.

And now, one of you gets something more! A DIRTY LAUNDRY GIFT BASKET for when you can steal some ‘me’ time for yourself. From me to you, enjoy!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Thursday Spotlight: Inez Kelley

Well, here it is Thursday and Thursday’s laundry chore is hubby’s work stuff. Lumber crayon is like wax mixed with super glue, nasty stuff that NEVER comes out but stains everything else. I deliberate wash his things separately to avoid getting that crap on everything else. Even if he doesn’t hide one of those sticks in a pocket, there is an abundance of sawdust that gets into every crease, seam and hem. You don’t want to even hear about tree sap, trust me. He’s a hard-working man and when he comes home, his clothes show it. Sweat and dust, paint and wax, tree sap and lord only knows what else cover his clothes.

He was my inspiration for Cade, the friend in book #3 of the Dirty Laundry series, COMING CLEAN. Cade and Grant have been friends since boyhood. They have no secrets from each other. Well, they do, really. Bi-sexual Cade has been in love with his best friend for years but he’d never risk losing Grant by telling him that. He’d also never tell Grant that he has certain inappropriate thoughts about Grant’s wife. Grant and his wife, Vivi, are a normal married couple. They also tell each other everything, down to their darkest sexual desires. But when Vivi brings up her fantasy of a threesome with Cade, Grant’s imagination takes off and the secret desire he has harbored for decades rears its head.

More than secrets are exposed and a lot comes out in THAT wash! It is a steamy, hot ménage that delves into the heart of what makes a man and what makes a marriage.


“Tell me the truth. Is this something you’d really like to happen? Would you really want a threesome with Cade?”

Grant and Vivi Michaelson share everything in their marriage: love, commitment—and their wildest sexual desires. But their relationship is tested when Vivi admits she wants a threesome with Grant’s old friend Cade, proposing their annual trip to the lake as the perfect opportunity to fulfill her fantasy.

All three of them are aroused by the idea. Vivi and Cade have long felt a smoldering attraction to each other…and Grant and Cade have hidden an illicit desire for decades. Going through with the ménage will test their boundaries, reveal old secrets…and maybe tear them apart. After all, there might be room for Cade in bed, but is there room for a third in their marriage?

Coming clean never felt so good….

Available from Carina Press August 30, 2010

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Wednesday Spotlight: Inez Kelley

Me again. Today is Wednesday and that is my heaviest laundry day. (Wednesday is also called HUMP day so yeah, a little tongue-in-cheek humor there.) It’s the day I tackle the things like tee shirts, shorts, kids’ clothes and all that lovely stuff. I am forever finding little hidden gems in my twins’ pockets: a toy dinosaur, a plastic lizard, jellybeans that have melted and the ever-popular ‘pretty rocks’. No matter how carefully I check each pocket, I usually end up with a surprise in the dryer. The plastic toys I don’t mind so much. The crayons and candy I do. They melt and get all over everything and I then have to rewash half of the clean things.

Surprises are like that, you never know what the outcome will be. In book #2 of the Dirty Laundry series, TALK DIRTY TO ME, that is a dilemma Dr. Jarod Reed faces. Using his cell phone, he pretended to be someone other than himself and sweet talked – okay, dirty talked- Nora MacGregor into revealing her deepest sexual fantasies. Now he wants to live out those fantasies with her, in person. When Nora finds out her smooth-voiced dream man is an ordinary English Professor, will she cut him off?

This story is a co-write with Ginny Glass and we had a blast writing it. It is smart, steamy and designed to engage your mind as well as your libido. The prize package DIRTY LAUNDRY BASKET is geared for this second story. Inside are little items that symbolize the book. A free download of the ebook TALK DIRTY TO ME, Nancy Friday’s ‘Women On Top’, a calling card, a naughty cake of soap and a Silver Bullet all tie in nicely to the story and could be yours!


“Tell me what you want. Talk dirty to me.”

Biologist Nora MacGregor is frantic when she loses her dissertation research notes on Female Sexuality —and some very personal written fantasies. Then a sinful stranger calls with a wicked proposition: if she talks dirty to him, he’ll return her notes, page by page. “James” allows Nora to explore her deepest desires and challenges her clinical ideas about sex. But James can’t give her the loving touches she finds in her budding relationship with Dr. Jarod Reed.

Jarod seized an opportune moment to fulfill his desire for Nora by becoming the mysterious James. While the anonymous, erotic phone sessions are unforgettable, Jarod longs to tell Nora he wants more than just talk. But how can he confess his deception without it costing him the chance to make their fantasies a reality?

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Tuesday Spotlight: Inez Kelley

Welcome back! It’s Tuesday and around the Inez household, that means dirty linens. Towels, bed sheets, etc, all get washed on Tuesdays. I can’t be the only person in the world with a set day of the week to do certain things, can I? I refuse to do laundry (except emergency ‘Mama, I can’t find my jersey’ or ‘he puked!’ type laundry) on Mondays. Monday suck hard enough without adding piles of smelly clothes on top of it. So Mondays my washing machine rests. Tuesdays it is linens.

Today I also want to tell you a bit about book #1 in the Dirty Laundry series, COIN OPERATED by Ginny Glass. Ginny is a debut author and this is her first release but oh my, she has a turn of phrase that is damn near poetic. Her story centers around Bea and Eli, a very willing Submissive and a very reluctant Dom but there is not a handcuff, a whip or a paddle in sight. No, this series is about secrets. Those secret desires have kept the co-workers apart for years but no longer.

Eli is afraid of the dark sexual urges that lurk under his skin as he watches Bea. She couldn’t possibly be interested in something so ugly in him. She deserves better, sweeter, gentler than his twisted fantasies of her hands tied behind her back with silk ribbon. Little does Eli realize Bea senses his dominate streak and craves it, in every dark, delicious way. Now how can she get him to understand that one man’s kink is another woman’s craving? Well, it starts with his dirty laundry and ends with some quarters…


“What am I begging for, Eli?”

“Someone to take control. Someone to teach you new ways to scream.”

Elijah Elliot and Beatrix London’s fledgling ad agency is under siege. Not from outside competition but by Eli and Bea’s unspoken lust for each other. As their unsatisfied cravings to dominate and submit bloom into vivid daydreams, the office becomes a minefield of frustrated needs and dangerous desires. Now something’s gotta give or their partnership is going to self-destruct.

When Bea unveils a racy new light bondage ad campaign for their key client, she pushes Eli to cross the line he’s drawn between them—the one that keeps him from doing all the hot, sinful things she imagines he’s capable of…

Stop by tomorrow and don’t forget about the chance for the prize of a DIRTY LAUNDRY BASKET.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Monday Spotlight: Inez Kelley

Hi, my name is Inez Kelley and I despise dirty laundry. Well socks, underwear and towels, that kind of laundry. I don’t mind washing and folding it, but putting it away is a pain. With young twin boys, there is ALWAYS laundry. A never-ending cycle of gather, wash, dry, fold and put away. Repeat. If I had one wish in life, I would give serious consideration to a laundress. I don’t mind cooking and cleaning but laundry sucks the life right out of me.

But there is one type of dirty laundry I do love. Ginny Glass and I got together and wrote a series of erotic romance novellas using the theme DIRTY LAUNDRY, where hidden secrets and private fantasies are exposed. What comes out in the wash isn’t always pretty but it is truthful and sometimes, you discover more than you thought you would. Like that forgotten $20 in your hubby’s pants pocket, our characters discover that their deepest, dirtiest secrets can have a happy ending when revealed.

What is your secret?

What makes your body flush with heat, your eyes close in want, your hands tremble in suppressed longing?

Do you crave a spanking? Do you dream of a stranger?

Or do you fantasize about your best friend?

Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies, everyone has something to hide

Come take a spin with us, watch all our secrets come out in the wash

Steamy, sizzling secrets revealed

All summer long. Come see our


Every day this week, I’m going to tell you a little bit about myself and each book in the DIRTY LAUNDRY series and at the end, one lucky person will win a very special DIRTY LAUNDRY BASKET. This is not the type of basket that holds jam-stained shirts and sweaty socks. It is more romance-oriented and themed perfectly to match TALK DIRTY TO ME, book #2 in the series which releases today from Carina Press.

Come back and enjoy!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Bound By Fantasy by Bobbi Brattz

The silence in the room was so intense, goose bumps rose on Ariel’s flesh. With her arms tied behind her back, legs to the chair, and a blindfold on, she had no idea what to expect. The heady scent of spices filled her nostrils, relaxing her. All she could do was listen for a sound, any sound that would tell her that he’d arrived.

There, the swish of a door and the click, click of locks slipping into place. Ariel shivered in anticipation. When she’d agreed to be the guinea pig for this experiment, she’d been lonely and in need of a man’s attention. Now doubts assailed her as she felt him approach on soundless feet.

When his warm fingers traveled up her arm, she nearly screamed in surprise. His husky whisper soothed her though and she quieted.

“Your skin is so soft, like cream. Are you frightened, sweet one?” he asked, his hot fresh breath brushing over her ear.

She shivered in response, her belly clenching with desire. In answer she shook her head. Her breath left her when his fingers tilted her head up and he kissed her gently, so soft she barely felt it. As arranged prior to the test, she was not permitted to speak, but he could say…and do, anything he wanted to her. Thrills of excitement raced up her spine like electrical shocks.

“Tender lips. Like a baby’s skin. You were made for loving. Let me love you now as you deserve.”

Her nipples were hardened pebbles against the scrap of silk she wore. Ariel gasped when he took one into his mouth through the material and sucked on it, worrying the sensitive skin with his teeth.

“I can feel your need, sweet one. You want me, don’t you?” Not knowing what he looked like or who he was didn’t matter anymore. She wasn’t afraid. She desired him more than any man she’d ever met before, except for one. Hopes of ever seeing Dwight again released a twinge of pain in her heart. After he’d gone overseas to fight for freedom, she’d never heard from him again. That was a year ago and she’d been alone since.

“I’m going to release your feet but not your hands, sweet one.” His deep whisper was barely a breath as he spoke to her.

She sat and waited as the moments ticked away. When her legs were free, he slipped something cold between her breasts and cut the gown away. Fear knifed through her for a moment as she realized how helpless she was, yet she held fast.

Images of her love fluttered through her mind. His gorgeous blue eyes, filled with mischief, the sexy lop-sided grin, and blond wavy hair she loved to run her fingers through. Oh, how she wanted to touch her master’s hair at that moment, to feel his muscles…at least she hoped he had muscles.

Her heartbeat picked up speed as she listened to him moving about. A belt clinked, shoe’s dropped one at a time, and a zipper slowly opened. Something dropped in a heap on the floor which she imagined was his clothing. Ariel had never felt so excited about a sexual encounter before. It was always amazing with Dwight, but this time, not knowing what was going to happen next, she was squirming in her seat with want, her core releasing hot cream that coated her inner thighs.

Gentle fingers explored her pussy. “I want to make sure you’re prepared, sweet one.” Once again he captured her nipple in his teeth. This time she cried out in response as her core contracted. His fingers sought out her pussy and entered, one rubbing over her clitoris until she couldn’t sit still. She wanted to shout at him to give her more, but she’d vowed to remain silent. For long moments he thrust his fingers in and out of her until she was soaking the chair with her juices.

“You’re more than ready, sweet one.”

He lifted her up slightly and slid beneath her until she sat on his lap. His steel hard cock pressed against her pelvis. The air rushed from her lungs as he seized her mouth with his, plunging his tongue deep until she could barely breathe.

Without a word, he lifted her up again and sank his cock deep within. Her scream of pleasure was muffled by his mouth as he continued to love her. She couldn’t help but feel that this was right, this feeling, his touch, and the length of him filling her. As he guided her, soon she became lost in sensations, the scent of sex filling her senses.

With his hands on her hips, he guided her to ride him rough. Sweat coated her body as she neared completion, yet on he went. She rode him like a horse, her hips rocking as she sought blissful climax. There was nothing she could do but allow him to rule her body, and rule it he did with firm hands. Dizzy from the way his lips continued to ravage her, she felt lost as tears dampened the cloth.

Ariel pulled her head away and cried out as an orgasm ripped through her pelvis, her pussy clenching around his hard, hot cock. He wasn’t far behind her and emptied his seed deep into her womb. She dropped her head on his shoulder and sobbed.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay now. I’m here.”

He removed the blindfold and she gasped in shock.

“Dwight? They told me you were dead!” Tears streamed down her cheeks as he kissed her with a desperation she too felt.

“I was a POW. I told the commander to let me come home in secret just in case something happened. I’m here now, baby, and I’m never leaving you again.”

Ariel sobbed as she stared at his beloved features. “Untie my hands. I need to touch you.”

“You can touch me all you want. I’m yours forever.” He carried her to the bed, released her hands and made love to her many more times before the sun rose.

About the Author: I'm a romance author who likes to step over the line, without using foul language. Though some find the 'F' word titillating, I feel that sex can be just exciting with tender words. Some of my characters are into name calling like 'whore' but that's only because the man's frustrated...very sexually frustrated with the heroine.

I've been writing and reading since I was a child, but only got past the blushing since the beginning of the millennium. With the world's inhibitions disappearing at an alarming rate, I found that e-books have brought erotica readers out in rising numbers. (pun intended). Website:

Author Interview: Reece Butler

Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Reece Butler, whose newest book Barefoot Bride for Three should be available this fall from Siren-Bookstrand. She also has out Cowboy Sandwich and Cowboy Double-Decker which are selling well and soon to be released in paperback.

Reece told me that growing up she would never even consider reading romance, because she was a science fiction and fantasy gal. For years, her life was taken over by a full-time job, commute, two children, a husband, and home. When she did start reading again, she went to mysteries, but found her brain was too fried at the end of the day to concentrate on the plot.

"I couldn’t remember who did what in the conservatory and what was hidden behind the aspidistra," she admitted. "Then one fateful day I was desperate for something to read. My Auntie Bee had sent a romance to me, one she loved. I was so desperate I sat down and opened the dratted thing. It even had a white cover with hearts and a cupid on it. A few hours later I closed Nobody’s Baby But Mine by Susan Elizabeth Philips.

"Oh My God! In those pages were fantastic characters, an intriguing plot and it was even funny. I was hooked. For the next year I scoured the local library and read one to three books a night. Most weekends found my butt stuck in a chair with my cuppa tea beside me. My husband wasn’t impressed but I was addicted to the wonderful people and happy-ever-after. I preferred being in their world to my own."

Then Reece found the right anti-depressant. She discovered that the main purpose of life wan't making it through the day and collapsing, oblivious to the people around you. She began participating in real life again and realized that even she could have a "happy ever after."

Her husband found an old book on how to write romance and brought it home, telling her, "You could do this."

She started writing regular contemporary romance but realized there was a greater likelihood of being published if she wrote erotic romance. Her goal is to write so you could take out all the sex and still have a darn good romance.

"Of course, the sex is fun, character-building and usually involves the heroine dumping the restricting rules she was raised by," she explained. "I like the challenge of bringing sexual fulfillment into a relationship early in the story and still being able to create tension between the characters. It pushes me to discover more about the characters and how they react to each other."

At Reece's first RWA convention she pitched a 113,000 word erotic novel with a Dom/sub relationship. She came in second in one contest and finalled in another.

"It wasn't picked up, thank goodness, because I made lots of new writer mistakes. That was in 2005. I wrote six more books (and outlines for another thirty) but no one wanted them. I mentioned to a friend in my RWA Chapter that my novella Cowboy Sandwich had just been rejected by a publisher because they’d already bought a ménage that month and weren’t allowed to buy a second. He told me about his publisher (yes, a male writing erotic romance). It seems that Siren Publishing Inc. not only published erotic romance, they had a category for erotic cowboy ménage!"

She has a series of nine erotic historical cowboy ménage romances in the works.

I asked Reece how she distinguished between erotica, erotic romance, and pornography.

"Let me first say that my 81 year old mother asked if she could tell people her daughter wrote smut. I said yes, as long as she also said they pay me for it. What is smut? I say it’s one step beyond whatever the reader is comfortable with. One’s comfort zone may change from day to day. To me, pornography has one purpose – to help the reader ‘experience self pleasure’. The writer’s ability or story line (or lack thereof) isn’t as important as the details as what goes where, when and how. Porn is like wood veneer – it has its purpose and, in the right circumstances, is fine. However, if I’m to invest my time in reading I want to use my whole brain. This requires a story with characters that I care about.

"I see (good) erotica as having a decent writing style involving an interesting plot and characters. However, the romantic character development is not the main focus of the work. I expect more of an emphasis on providing an erotic response in the reader. If my brain is fried from work, stress or the like, a deep story or plot is too much. Decent erotic writing can provide what you need to sleep, or wake up with a smile.

"The best erotic romance occurs when a darn good romance has interesting characters that need to develop; a plot with goal, motivation, conflict (thank you, Debra Dixon) and consequences (thank you, Sharon Page, for your addition to the GMC Big Three); character arcs and at least a happily-for-now. This is what I want to provide my readers."

She went on to say that compared to regular romance, erotic romance just has more detail regarding the physical relationship between the main characters.

"We say what goes where, when and how, what it feels like, why it’s important to the characters involved, and how it affects their lives and. However the level of sexual detail is greater and the relationships may involve than one hero and one heroine (ménage) or other erotic details." Reece's upcoming nine-book series has three heroes falling for, and staying with, each heroine. She considers these happily-ever-after stories quite reasonable since the series is set in 1870 in Montana Territory.

"History says gold fever brought hordes of eager miners and there were about a thousand potential husbands for every available wife," she explained." The fictional town sheriff is eager to cool down the hordes of bachelors descending to whoop it up each Saturday night. If matrimony settles the men and the women are happy he doesn’t mind who sleeps where or who stays awake enjoying themselves."

Reece doesn't live near mountains or cowboys, and there aren't gold rushes, mining, or logging camps near her. So, to learn more about ranching, she spent a week at a ranch to learn about roping, penning, and horseback riding with a western saddle. Then she spent two weeks in Montana researching Gold West Country, experiencing ghost towns, walking and driving in the Beaverhead National Forest, as well as talking and listening to everyday people.

"What someone in, say Alder or Ennis thinks is a boring everyday life, is exciting to me," she admitted. "Listening to stories somebody’s old Uncle Frank used to tell about the time the young bear went after Emily’s berry pies cooling on the porch – that is reality. How she was so mad, after picking berries for hours and baking in the heat for the church social that she went after that ole bear with her broom, hollering words she didn’t even know she’d ever heard while the fool dog cowered under the porch. I can make up the story, but what type of berry is ripe at that time in Alder? What varmints are a nuisance in Ennis? Where did she get the other ingredients for the pies? How hot was the kitchen with that wood stove going? These are the details that can make a book sing."

You can keep up with Reece on her website,

Friday, July 16, 2010

Friday Spotlight: Gail Koger

Bunny the Equalizer

Riling up a master vampire is about as smart as whacking on a hornet’s nest with a stick, you’re gonna get bit, repeatedly.

In my defense I had a raging case of P.M.S. that day and in a bit of a snit I blew up Ian McGregor’s 1968 cherry red, mint condition Mustang. Who knew a Highland warrior that had been turned way back in 1186 would be so rabid about his cars?

My psychic abilities are the only reason I’m still breathing. My mom was forced to drink from a vampire when she was pregnant with me and that transfusion has given me some pretty nifty powers. I’m telepathic, so are vampires which means I can eavesdrop on all of McGregor’s dirty little plans and stay a step ahead of him. My ace in the hole is I cannot be mesmerized and forced to do their bidding. This allows me to get up close and personal with my Mister Pointy. Another gift is the ability to read auras and sense any supernatural beings within a mile of me. Since Ian is freakishly fast, it gives me enough time to run like hell.

My name is Ann Dragos but everyone calls me Bunny. I got stuck with this swell nickname because I look so cute and cuddly. Gag me. I might be cute but cuddly I am not. Nor am I as harmless as I look. I’ve slain over one hundred vampires not that I’ve gotten any credit for the kills. Oh no, that pleasure goes to Bambi, my ditzy vampire slayer who definitely lacks that killer instinct.

I’m Bambi’s Alfred. What’s an Alfred? Alfreds handle surveillance on the particular vamp that needs staking and supply the necessary weapons. Unfortunately, I do the majority of the whacking because my twit of a slayer is more concerned about making a fashion statement than killing monsters.

Coming soon.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Thursday Spotlight: Gail Koger

Gail Koger

The Sharqi Pleasure Palace is a male’s wet dream. For me it was an utter nightmare. Species from every corner of the galaxy swarmed the dimly lit, disgustingly gaudy interior. All with one thought on their feeble minds. Sex. Lots and lots of sex. Not a problem since the joint was full of willing, overly enhanced females and all available for a price.

For me it was a really big problem. Trying to keep out of reach of the grabby paws, claws and slimy tentacles was annoying. As in pulling my laser pistol and shooting every one of them in the balls, annoying.

Only the memory of Thea’s tear streaked face kept me focused as I upped the potency of my psychic lure. My hips shimmied and shook as I gyrated around the tables in an erotic hypnotic frenzy trying to lure, Dogon, one particularly vile male closer and closer with the promise of utter sexual ecstasy. Unfortunately, all I seemed to be doing was attracting every other vile creep in this hellhole. Yuck, just kill me now. I winced as another adoring fan left another bruise on my ass.

My long silver hair swirling around me, I snaked my arms high above my head and clicked the zills on my fingers to the beat of the drum. A Hoochee dancer’s costume leaves very little to the imagination. A tiny metallic green bra with a beaded fringe that barely covered my nipples and a matching beaded skirt that twirled around my bare legs, bare butt and you get the picture.

A lecherous smirk on his face, Dogon finally gestured to me. Bless you Goddess. I gave him a seductive smile and danced out of reach. My arms beckoned to him, enticing him with the promise of utter rapture. Eyes glazed with lust, he shot to his feet and followed blindly as I danced towards one of the private rooms. I’d soon be wiping that smirk off his face. One jab of my tranquillizer ring and I’d relieve the little creep of the Desh Raj medallion he’d stolen from Thea.

My psychic senses went into alert mode. Someone very powerful had just teleported in. My heart stuttered in shock as Zarek’s predatory gaze locked on me. Balock’s balls! Of all the pleasure palaces in the galaxy, he just had to walk into this one?

Something hot and primal moved in Zarek’s amber eyes and I gulped in horror. Hells bells! He wanted me. Not in the torture and kill kinda way, but in the lick every inch of me kinda way. Maybe I had used a little too much sexual juice.

Okay, way too much, because I suddenly craved his touch. This was bad on so many levels but how could any female not want to touch every delicious inch of him?

Zarek practically oozed sex appeal and he had the hard, muscular body and chiseled features of a vid star. His long ebony hair was done up in those sexy warrior’s braids. Yummy!

Doing it with him would be mind-blowing and probably fatal. It wouldn’t take him long to figure out that I was one who took the Ditrim crystal. But, Goddess, he was one magnificent male specimen.

Cold fear skittered down my spine. What was wrong with me? There was no way he could have marked me, was there? I eyed the tailored black uniform that emphasized his massive frame and literally burned with the need to touch all those luscious muscles. Oh, Goddess. I sucked in a panicked breath. I had to stop this. Big, bad. Big, bad. Big, bad scary Warlord who wants me dead, dead, dead. And don’t forget the rumors about the whole swapping out your DNA thing. A smart thief doesn’t let her hormones control her. A smart thief cuts her losses and runs.

Stealing from a warlord and giving him the one finger salute as I made my getaway was not the brightest thing I’d ever done. Okay, it was an incredibly stupid stunt.

Did I mention that this particular Coletti warlord is the most feared in the entire galaxy? That Zarek’s the ultimate predator and even the other warlords are scared spitless of him? That he never ever stops until he either captures or kills his prey?

Yeah, I have the big, bad after me and all because of one little finger. Okay and a Ditrim crystal the size of my fist. Am I worried? Of course, only an idiot doesn’t fear a very angry Coletti warlord. But, I am very good at what I do. Bad news is, so is Zarek.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Wednesday Spotlight: Gail Koger

The Good Old Days?
Gail Koger

In the beginning, there were no dispatchers or phones and 9-1-1 was just a fantasy in some poor cop‘s mind. How the heck did the public get help? How did Marshal Dillon know Miss Kitty was in trouble? Screaming loudly might help. Jumping on your horse and riding like crazy to the nearest Marshal’s office was another option.

One of the first documented police communications device was in Old England where constables carried a hand bell or rattle, referred to as a ratchet. If the constable needed help, he would sound the ratchet to alert the others. And if that didn’t work, you pulled out your trusty nightstick and gave ‘em hell.

Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone on June 2, 1875. Before that, public safety was served by the town criers, who would walk the streets of a town and cry out for help. In the West, they were called night watchmen. Their only weapon was a lantern and a loud voice.

In 1912 the Glendale News listed the requirements for a town marshal as his ability to take command of the citizens; to be able to lead an army of Mexican troops to the Glendale prison to guard the cells from within; he must have the skills to kill a stray dog with ten rounds of ammunition; be able to track a robber after the theft is made; he must be able to keep would-be landlords from collecting undue rent; be able to keep and maintain peace on the streets; he must be equipped with guns, knives, handcuffs and muzzles in order to protect himself from vicious dogs belonging to his patrons; he must be swift of foot as to make his escape in case he gets into trouble; he has to be a great bluffer but still honest and true to his calling and be able to hear and see in the dark. Sounds a bit like an ad for the Lone Ranger or Batman, doesn’t it?

The requirements for a police officer have changed over the years. Gone are the hard-faced marshals holding off the bad guys single-handily. Men, like Deputy Sheriff J. A.“Dad” Rudd, a veteran peace officer who was considered a man’s man, in a time when the measure of “the best man” was his ability to pull the trigger first, have disappeared completely. Now, Rudd’s arrest in 1888 for murder would have prevented him from any career in law enforcement. No background checks back then, folks, but don’t worry, he was acquitted. Now officers have to deal with the dreaded psychological tests, Miranda rights, computers, high-tech detection gadgets and mountains of paperwork.

In the 1920s, the police department lacked radios and even a dispatcher. Madge Ulrich the local telephone operator would take the messages about crimes committed and turn on a red light on the top of the water tower to summon officers. Madge would then yell out the upper floor window where they needed to go. Not very efficient but it got the job done.

A career as a 9-1-1 dispatcher is demanding, exasperating, satisfying and fun. Yeah, fun. Catching a burglar or bank robber rocks. You’ve made a difference. Made the world a safer place for a short time. We don’t always win but when we do, there’s nothing like it. Yee-haw, move over Marshall Dillon.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Tuesday Spotlight: Gail Koger

Holiday Blues
Gail Koger

Thirty-one years of wild requests, screwy questions, bizarre behavior and outrageous demands have left me with a permanent twitch and an uncontrollable craving for chocolate. Don’t get me wrong. Working as a 9-1-1 dispatcher can be very rewarding. BUT - some days I felt like the whole world was nuts and holidays bring out the worst in people. What? You actually thought that for a couple days a year folks would get along? Peace on Earth and all that goodwill crap? You’ve been sucking way too much eggnog, my friends. It’s a myth.

Instead of a nice grilled hamburger and all the fixings I got to inhale a stale baloney sandwich. Instead of the fairy tale of a happy family gathered around a campfire at the lake to watch the fireworks, I got to deal with reality and reality sucks. Take this call for example:

“I need to find Grandma’s house,” a drunken idiot said.

Digging for my supply of Tylenol, I responded, “Sir, 9-1-1 is for life threatening emergencies. We don’t give directions.”

The drunken fool cried, “You’re 9-1-1; you know everything.” Wonder where he got that idea?

“Sir, I have no idea who your Grandmother is or where she lives.”

He sputtered in surprise. “You don’t? But… But I’m late for dinner!”

The guy was really starting to annoy the hell out of me. “Why don’t you pull over and I’ll have a nice officer come and help.” Yeah, right to jail, you moron; driving while intoxicated is against the law.

“Okay, thanks.”

“My pleasure and have a great Fourth of July.”

Downing a handful of Tylenol, I answered another call and could hear people screaming blue bloody murder. “9-1-1 emergency, what is your emergency? Hello?”

An out-of-breath woman cried, “We need the cops. My three brothers are fighting over the last beer.”

Not quite sure I had heard her correctly, I repeated, “They’re fighting over a beer?”

There was a loud crash and the woman shrieked, “Omigod! There went the front window, please hurry.”

I quickly typed the information in. “Ma’am, does any of your brothers have a weapon?”

The woman shouted, “What kind of stupid question is that?”

One I need answered, dearie. “Ma’am, I need to know if any of your brothers are armed with a weapon.”

She huffed, “Just get someone out here before Rex gets his chain saw started.”

“Chain saw? Hello?” The line was dead.

The moral to this story is: the family that fights together gets to go to jail together. Ho. Ho. Ho. Merry Christmas. Ugh, wrong holiday.

Some citizens of our fair cities have absolutely no idea of what an officer can or cannot do. They aren’t plumbers, electricians, alligator wrestlers (don’t ask) or allowed to shoot your neighbor’s noisy boom box. Give your poor overworked 9-1-1 dispatchers a break and don’t call unless you have a real emergency. Anyone have any chocolate?

Monday, July 12, 2010

Monday Spotlight: Gail Koger

How NOT To Meet A Cop
Gail Koger

I was sitting at my computer working on my hot, melt your panties sex scene and suddenly I hear. Cheep. Cheep. Cheep. "What the…?”

I looked down and there sat Sam, my demon dog, with a mouth full of feathers. So, silly me I asked him, “What’s in your mouth?”

Sam barked, “Nuthin.”

Right. Does he think I’m stupid? The poor bird cheeped desperately. In my best mean mother voice I command, “Spit!” Sam does and the chicken, wings flapping madly and squawking pathetically took off like the Devil himself was after it.

Sam (the Devil in disguise) thinks this is great fun and chased the poor chicken all over the house. Right into my kinda messy kitchen (hey, I’m working here). Where I had left out a bowl of hot sauce on the counter and you guessed it – SPLAT! That stupid bird slammed into the sauce, wings still flapping like crazy, splattering the stuff all over the walls, ceiling, floor and me. Arrgh!

Okay, I lost it and started screaming blue bloody murder at the crazy chicken and my hyperactive pooch. Off they went, spreading mayhem and sauce all over the living room. Mad as hell, I grabbed my broom and tried to chase the damned chicken out the back door. “You’re dinner! Do ya hear me?”

Someone pounded on my front door. “Go away,” I shouted.

They shouted back, “Police! Open up.”

Crap! I opened the door and smiled all friendly like at the hot cop on my front porch. “Can I help you, officer?”

His hand on his gun, the officer eyed my sauce-covered body. “Are you injured, ma’am?”

A slightly hysterical laugh escaped me. “No, sir. It’s hot sauce.” At his incredulous look, I invited him in. Sam ran by in hot pursuit of the chicken, splattering the unsuspecting officer’s immaculate uniform. “Sorry,” I whacked madly at the stupid chicken. “Bad chicken!”

The nice officer snagged the broom out of my hand and with one easy swing, batted the “bad chicken” right out the back door. Without another word, he gave me back my broom, turned and walked out. I yelled after him, “You like fried chicken?”

He got in his car and drove off. Guess not.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Going Down? by Dakota Trace

“Oh, man! Let me taste!” The plea that passed Reba’s lips had her best friend Sophia shaking her head. Both women were sitting in the cafeteria at New Designs Gaming. The object of their lust, the company’s hunky new computer tech, seemed to be oblivious to their attention.

“God, he reminds me of that guy – you know the one on that TV show,” Reba gushed.

Sophia turned her attention from the man back to Reba. “What are you talking about?

“You know that new show – the one with the thief, the hacker, the mastermind, the grifter, and that scrumptious hitter?”

Sophia tilted her head and reached for her soda. “I don’t have the slightest clue what you’re talking about, Reba.” As a rule of thumb, Sophia rarely watched television preferring to bury her nosed in one of her trusty classics, like A Tale of Two Cities, when she wasn’t designing games.

“Oh, you’re such a bookworm! He’s darn near the spitting image of Christian Kane on Leverage.”

She gave her friend a bewildered look. The new series, which was on its third season, had been an instant hit and it was all everyone was talking about. “Huh?”

“Oh my God, You are utterly hopeless. He’s the hitter – the long haired one?” When she still seemed confused, Reba grabbed a magazine out of her lunch bag. After ruffling through the pages, she turned it towards Sophia then pointed to a glossy picture. “Him!”

Sophia humored her friend by glancing down at the picture of the broad shouldered man wearing a dark blue t-shirt and leather bomber jacket. His sable colored hair fell loose touching his shoulders, framing his chiseled features. His blue eyes seemed to leap right off the page. She tried to compare the man in the picture to the one who was standing and getting ready to leave the cafeteria.

“Come on, you’re surely not that obtuse, Sophie!”

Watching the man leave the room, Sophia’s gaze landed on the huge clock over the door.

“Come on, Reba, we’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry.”

* * * *
They parted ways at the bank of elevators as Reba had to go up two floors to reach her workspace in the publicity department, and Sophia had to go down three floors to reach her own cubicle in the video design department.

She had just pushed the button for her destination when a deep voice echoed down the hall. “Hold that elevator!”

Hitting the open door button, her heart leapt as the man they’d been ogling in the cafeteria entered the elevator.

“Thanks.” He gave her a smile and relaxed against the railing. “Level 2.” She pressed the button for the floor above her own and tried not to stare at the man, but she knew she’d failed miserably when he stiffened.

“Look, I know I look like him but come on.” The disgust in his voice surprised her.

Staring into his eyes, she couldn’t help but point out the differences. “A bit but your eyes are green…” She would’ve continued if the alarm hadn’t rung as the elevator jerked to a stop. Stumbling badly, she would’ve fallen if he hadn’t caught her. A flash of physical awareness warred with fear.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m sure it’s just a power surge. They’ll have us going again in a minute.”

She nodded as her eyes focused on his sensual lips. When they parted she did something she’d never done in her sheltered life - she stood on tiptoe and pressed her mouth against his. He went rigid against her. She realized her mistake and moved away from him only to be stopped by his hands at her waist.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Heat filled her cheeks.

“Is it because of him?” His voice was curiously flat.

“No...I don’t even watch TV. If Reba hadn’t…” Whatever she’d been about to say was swallowed by his kiss. Her arms slid up to wrap around his neck when his tongue traced the seam of her lips. Parting them, a moan filled the elevator when their tongues touched. Before she knew what happened, she felt the wall against her back and the full length of his body pressing hers. Desire like she’d never felt before consumed her. She forgot all about her surroundings or whether or not it was appropriate to be necking with a strange man. A tortured groan escaped the man as he tore his mouth from hers. His hand cupped her breast. Tipping her head back, she drew in a ragged breath when the caress of his thumb through her blouse grazing her nipple had her rubbing against the hard wedge of flesh pressing against her stomach.

“Fuck!” His mouth fastened on hers once more as his hips bucked against her. Threading her fingers through his hair, she whimpered as the coil in her stomach tightened to the point of snapping. She’d never been turned on so fast in her life. When he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his hip, she gave a startled cry. It placed his hard cock in direct contact with her clit and her control snapped as she came.

The man ripped his mouth away from hers. “God damn! That was so fucking sexy.” His hips continued to rock against hers, drawing out her pleasure even as the elevator jerked. He let her leg drop, but kept her pressed against the side of the elevator as it started to descend once more.

When her eyes met his, he gave a crooked smile. Before she could apologize, he pressed his finger against her lips.

“I’m Luka. Sophia, right?”

She nodded.

“Dinner tonight?”

The sensual promise in his eyes had her accepting. “Yes.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up in the front lobby after work.”

The elevator doors opened, he released her and strode from the elevator, leaving Sophia with a small but excited smile on her lips.

About the author: Dakota Trace is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. She wrote her first novel her freshman year on an old electric IBM typewriter. Writing in several different genres, she is now a published author with multiple books under belt.

Author Interview: Kate Cotoner

Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Kate Cotoner. Kate offers her apologies for not being able to chat with us tomorrow, but she was just married this past Thursday and OH (Other Half) surprised her with a honeymoon trip. We wish her all the best and are pleased she took the time to allow us to interview her before her big day.

Her newest book, Fall of a State, has just been released by Dreamspinner Press. She also has a new release this week, Basilisk from Torquere Press. Over the next few months, she also has several more releases from Torquere Press and Carina Press.

Kate writes mostly historical or paranormal historical, so she has three huge bookcases filled with reference books and is constantly buying more books every time she needs to research a fact. Some of her stories are set within the UK or Europe, so it's easy for her to visit the locations she wants to use in the story. For her Chinese stories, though, she told me she has to rely on her memory.

She has written both regular and erotic romance. She started out writing stories that were mainly action/suspense with romantic elements, but as she grew older she started writing more love scenes. Over time they got more and more detailed until she ended up writing erotica.

"Both genres have their own challenges. It takes me a while to get the right headspace to write a sex scene," she said, "(no joke, it takes me about three days), but if I try writing a sweet romance, I find it hard to ‘close the door’ on the characters when they’re in a romantic mood. I just have to be creative and find a way to show great passion in some way other than red-hot sex."

Some writers she thinks write excellent erotic fiction are Sedonia Guillone, Nica Berry, Debra Glass, Aleksandr Voinov, and Raev Gray. Her favorite, though, is Sedonia Guillone because of her strong, emotional characters. She found it harder to pick just one favorite erotic book, however.

"It depends on my mood," she explained. "For now I'll say Barely Covered by Sedonia Guillone."

She has trouble judging her own fiction however.

"I sort of flatline when I write a sex scene," she told me, "so I always ask my partner to read it afterwards – and then I find out if I was successful or not!"

Her brother finds it amusing that she writes erotic romance and has told all his friends and colleagues that his sister writes dirty books.

"To the best of my knowledge, though, he's never read one," she said. "My mother is less tolerant and unfortunately it's a source of friction between us, so it's not a subject that comes up for discussion very often."

"What research books do you recommend for writers starting out in writing erotica?" I wondered.

"The two best books I recommend are Passionate Ink by Angela Knight, and Man Oh Man by Josh Lanyon. Both are accessible and informative, full of good examples, and both are written by leading authors in the erotic romance field."

Kate's favorite villain is Chamberlain Yanagisawa Yoshiyasu from Laura Joh Rowland's Sano Ichiro novels.

"I have a really big crush on him," she told me."He’s sexy and amoral but very refined. He prefers men as his lovers, so I guess I wouldn’t get the chance to pounce on him. I think just looking at him in full Japanese dress would be hot enough for me!"

On a more personal note, if Kate had to pierce a body part, it would be her ears.

"I’m too much of a coward to have anything else pierced!" she admitted. "I’ve had my ears pierced twice, once with a gun and the second time with one of those big needles. Unfortunately my body dislikes bits of metal stuck in it, so both times I had to let my piercings heal up. It’s just not sexy on me. I love piercings on other people, though – my partner has five ear piercings and looks really hot with it."

I asked her to share her most embarrassing moment with us.

It was when I visited a friend in Germany. She was in a class so I went shopping and said I’d make a lasagna for when she got home, so she gave me her keys. I had four bags of shopping and got back to her place and couldn’t open the door. I tried for ten minutes to open the door and I lost my temper, started swearing and gave the door a good kick. Then I turned around and there was a little old lady from an upstairs apartment wielding a broom at me. Of course my mind went completely blank and so I held up the key and said “Mein klavier ist krank” – thinking I was saying ‘my key is broken’. The woman gave me a weird look, took the key, opened the door at the first try, and as I scurried inside saying “Danke, danke”, I realised I’d told the woman ‘my piano is sick’. It was hilarious but incredibly embarrassing!
Her favorite food is bread. "I love baking my own bread," she said, "and there's nothing better than eating it warm from the oven, dripping in butter."

She thinks melted chocolate, whipped cream, or slightly melting ice cream are good for eating off every body part. "You have to warm your partner about the ice cream though," she warned, "otherwise they might be shrieking with cold shock rather than from anything else."

However, she cannot bring herself to eat sprouts. "They look evil and they taste evil," she told me.

Her favorite letter is M and she named her bonsai "Mr. M."

"What is your strangest habit?" I asked.

"I’m a really light sleeper, so if I’m disturbed during the night I’ll change bedrooms, sleep on the sofa, or even sleep on the floor."

You can keep up with Kate on her blog,