Guest Author Day with Gwen Campbell

Good Afternoon everyone and welcome one of my favorite authors, Gwen Campbell, to Dawn's Reading Nook. She has TWO sexy tales that were just released and frankly, I am always eager for more from this author. Now without further adieu.....

Can you tell me a bit about your most recent release?

Hi, Dawn! Thanks for having me as a guest today. Breakdown Of A Pack is the second book in my Wyoming Wild series and the sequel to When A Pack Dies. Sergeant Owen Wells has just retired from the Army, is repressing his grief over his mother’s murder, oh and he’s a werewolf with a massive case of large-and-in-charge. Your quintessential lone wolf, he avoids packs instead of joining them. Still, he needs to find a niche for himself in the civilian world…a job, a place to live, a frisky no-strings attached female or two to run with.

He thinks he might have found those things in Wyoming. (Always the last place you look, right?) There’s a babe of a female deputy sheriff who looks incredibly hot with her service revolver strapped to her hip. There’s a werewolf pack willing to welcome him, only somebody’s just murdered their Alpha and Beta weres. There’s also a male deputy sheriff Owen is interested in—the “don’t ask, don’t tell” kind.

For any readers who may not have read any of your books, can you just give us a little sneak peak into your world (i.e. the type of genre you write, type of stories you like to write....etc)?

The book has to have a happily ever after ending, and it’s going to be a romance. Beyond that, I’m all over the place. I’ve done contemporary, futuristic, paranormal, time travel because no matter what weird storyline my brain comes up with, I love to explore it alongside a romantic thread.

How much of yourself, if any, do you put into your characters?

Well my imagination’s in there for sure. I like to think my principal characters are, well, people of good character. They give trust where it’s deserved, have flaws, quirks and scars but work to rise above them.

How do you keep sex scenes fresh and exciting so they don't become stale or repetitive?

Research. Seriously. I sit up late on Friday nights and watch the Showcase channel with its steady after ten p.m. stream of erotica and quasi-informational sex shows. Rough life, huh? I also keep track of which positions my characters have used in a book, the settings, the pairings, and don’t repeat.

Is there one series/author you feel is a must read for readers to explore (can be e book authors or print NY house authors)?

Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters. I’m a massive Barbara Sheridan fan. Jan Springer too. Recently, I’ve gotten into JR Ward. Now there’s a writer who knows how to build a world and keep spinning good stories around it.

Do you listen to music when writing? Do you feel like some stories write themselves a soundtrack with specific music? If so, what book and what kind of music influenced it?

No. But some of my friends who are writers swear by it. Kind of like some friends back in school had to have the radio on while they did their homework. Me? I just get distracted.

Do you feel your writing is character driven or plot driven? How do you balance these two elements?

A bit of both. Usually I start off with a scene or plot element then tailor characters who’ll experience a lot of conflict when I throw them in. Some stories just lend themselves to being character or plot driven, much like some stories just lend themselves to being told in first-person voice, from multiple points of view, present or past.

Is there a genre you haven’t done that you would like to explore in the future?

Oh yeah. Horror. Don’t know if I’ll be absolute rubbish at it but I do love the spooky stuff.

What is your favorite movie of all time? The one where you can watch it and still get affected at the same spots each and every time?

The Changeling with George C. Scott. I actually bought two copies of the DVD…you know, in case one broke.

If you were stranded on a deserted island, what 5 things would you have with you?

My husband, of course, and the dog. My laptop with a satellite dish and solar panel. (Is that one or three choices?) Chocolate, natch. And a top-notch construction crew who could get started on my dream tropical hideaway. Hey—my attachment to indoor plumbing is deep and abiding.

What is the one era you would love to go visit and why?

Late Victorian. Manners are important to me. But late enough in the era that indoor plumbing is common. (See comment above.)

Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart?

Ouch. That’s kind of like asking which kid I like best. I suppose Fina from When A Pack Dies holds a special place in my heart. She survived a massacre, took it upon herself to rescue a child when she escaped, made hard, logical decisions that ensured that child’s welfare and future prospects, even though they conflicted with her needs as she struggled through her mourning. In other words, she put the welfare of a child before her own. Fortunately, she eventually found love and stability too.

What character out of all your books is the closest to your personality?

While my heroes and heroines have characteristics I value, they’re not much like me. I’m really boring.

What do you feel is the most important aspect a new author should remember when writing/creating their own stories? Any advice for aspiring authors?

Just write. Seriously. Plunk your backseat in the chair and pound something out. It’ll be way better than that sentence floating around your head that never gets out. After that, work really hard at squeezing out a good story idea. Stuff like syntax, grammar, spelling and punctuation are just details and if you suck at that, hire an editor who doesn’t. Join a local writers’ group. I recommend Romance Writers of America, for starters. Oh and after your butt’s in the chair and you’ve pounded out that first sentence, there’s no aspiring anymore. You ARE a writer.

What can we expect to come in the future from you? Want to give us a tease of your upcoming projects?

I’m working on a BDSM ménage. Ah the naughty stuff I read in the name of research. I’m also finishing up a paranormal where the heroine’s falling in love with a hot, contemporary guy…and the ghost of his great-grandfather. It gets a little confusing in and out of bed but she has a heck of a good time.

Where can we find you on the net?

www.GwenCampbell.net. I love to chat with my readers!

Sneak Peek into Breakdown of a Pack

Now available at Shadowfire Press

Book 2 in the Wild Wyoming Series

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Sergeant Owen Wells is finally stateside from Iraq. He goes home to a place he’s never seen and tries to fit into a werewolf pack that doesn’t take kindly to interloping males. But Owen’s got some skills they need and he’s sent on a covert mission to find out why a neighboring sheriff was murdered, and why the hierarchy in that pack is crumbling. Problem is, he can’t keep his paws off a certain dispatcher. She’s got a body that would make Barbie jealous and a mouth that makes him want to dive into sin. Unfortunately, the pack’s reluctant leader’s got it bad for her too. Now they just have to figure out who the bad guys are, why they’re gunning for Owen all of a sudden, and why three werewolves in bed feels just right.

When Owen awoke, his human eyes registered the growing, pale differentiation between land and sky. The air had a particular stillness and feeling of cold. It told him sunrise was less then twenty minutes away. He smiled. A woman, soft, rounded and pale was spooned into his body. His hips cradled her ass and his morning wood nosed at her warmth with singular pleasure.

An untidy mass of soft, blonde, female hair protected his face from the pine needles beneath them. Owen inhaled deeply, letting his chest swell into her smooth, delicately muscled back. He smelled his seed on her, and the other wolf’s. Lifting his eyes, he saw the sleeping profile of Deputy Sheriff Tom Ray beyond her. Tom was sleeping on his back, his mouth open, just a little. He snored softly. The female was curled up into Tom, her arm draped over his chest so that her body was sheltered and warmed on both sides.

Slowly so he didn’t startle her into wakefulness, Owen slid his hand over her breast. Firm mounds, soft skin and definitely more than a handful. Were they real? He squeezed gently. Oh yeah. Definitely real.

Releasing her reluctantly, Owen reached across the woman and nudged Tom’s shoulder. The other were woke with a muffled snort. He looked up at the sky as if gauging the hour like Owen had then smacked his lips. His nose bunched like he was scenting the air before he turned his head to look up at Owen.

Tom blinked then the corners of his mouth quirked up. “First time I share a woman and it turns out to be with some tenderfoot from back East.”

They chuckled and it carried the sound of irony, swaggering male satisfaction and a hint of adolescent titillation.

The female stirred, passed a small, pale hand over the dark hair peppering Tom’s chest, and squirmed her ass back into Owen’s erection. “Now that’s a fine good morning,” she whispered.

Owen froze as soon as he heard her voice.

“Shit,” he deadpanned. “Not you.”

“Wh…?” With a jerk, she rolled toward him.

In the thin pre-dawn light, Deputy Sheriff Suzanne Young stared up at him, then snarled. She jerked again, this time trying to get away from him. The movement shoved her hip into his testicles.

“Easy, Blondie.” Owen grabbed her hip, stilling her. “You were pretty enamored of them last night so don’t go disappointing yourself by crushing them now.” Despite the anger in her eyes and his previous, less than stellar encounters with her, he liked the feel of her skin. Her breast swayed, drawing his eye to a peak so pink and luscious he stared and drew his tongue over his lower lip.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Suzanne demanded. “Who told you you were welcome?”

Owen could always tell when a party was over. Stretching out the tightness in his muscles, he climbed out from beneath the spruce and stood. She crawled out right after him. The light caught the paleness of her eyes. Disheveled and with a few pine needles sticking to her arm, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Too bad he couldn’t stand the sight of her.

Breakdown Of A Pack is available at Shadowfire Press: http://www.shadowfirepress.com/excerpts_2011/WW2_Breakdown_of_a_Pack_gc_excerpt.html

Guest Author Day with Drea Beecraft

Can you tell me a bit about your most recent release?

The Thrice Princess is a paranormal romance about vampires, gods, fairies, demons, and just about every other paranormal being you can think of.  Its a story of love and the beginning of a new life and new series.

For any readers who may not have read any of your books, can you just give us a little sneak peak into world?

I write mostly a paranormal/contemporary.  I tend to like the modern technology to much to venture any further then that ;0).

How much of yourself, if any, do you put into your characters?

It just depends in all they have a bit of my characteristics but some have more then others.

How do you keep sex scenes fresh and exciting so they don't become stale or repetitive?

I haven't had that many books come out that this is an issue yet but I think its just imagination and fantasy mixed in.

If you could throw a party with any five people (living or dead) who would you pick and why?

Wow this one is a hard one. My choice is everyone on my yahoo loops in one room that would be a blast lol.  (Since I can't pick five cause yeah that is just to much.)

What are at least five things you have on your bucket list and have you done any of them?

1. Meet Someone Famous

2. Travel to Scotland and Ireland

3. Make a difference in someones life

4. Dance in the rain

5. Show love and be loved in return

Now if you account for all the authors I have met (which I do) I have most definitely meet tons of famous people. Travel is just not in my cards at the moment but once my kids get older we will never know. As for making a diffrence in someones life I think I am but I am not to entirely sure. I have played in the rain but never danced and as romatic as it sounds I really want to try it out.  I show love every day to my children and family and I believe they love me in return.

Is there one series/author you feel is a must read for readers to explore (can be e book authors or print NY house authors)?

Oh my that is hard to pick just one. I am going to have to go towards The Black Dagger Brotherhood series by JR Ward it was my first ever series and I love them.

Do you listen to music when writing? Do you feel like some stories write themselves a soundtrack with specific music? If so, what book and what kind of music influenced it?

Sometimes I do but most of the time it is totally quiet except for the kids screaming and yelling lol.

What is coming up for you in 2011?

Hopefully more books if I get to writing.  Oh and I have my eye on a few confrences, what can I say I am a social creature.

Are any of your characters just like you or have personality quirks/traits of you or someone you know?

Some are like that yes they have my funny sense of humor or my no filter of a mouth tendency lol.

Where can readers find you on the web?

My Website: www.dreabecraft.webs.com

My Blog: www.dreabecraft.wordpress.com

My Facebook: www.facebook.com/#!/andreabecraft

Facebook Fan Page: www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Drea-Becraft/103481939716429

Twitter: www.twitter.com/dreabecraft

Publisher’s site: www.secretcravingspublishing.com/DreaBecraft.html

The Thrice Princess

Available at Secret Cravings

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While her fate was set during the previous great wars of immortals, Anastasia Gruff is nothing but mortal until the night she stumbles upon a scene that turns her world upside down. Now, she struggles to adjust to a world where nothing is what it seems, and feels more at home than ever before.

Devlin Miconis, heir to the vampire throne, is facing certain death. When a mortal woman saves his life, and gives him back his soul, he must figure out how to repay her. Now that she has given him something to live for, can he protect her from those who mean her harm?  

Adult Excerpt:

Stasia woke up with her muscles sore and her head pounding. Slowly taking stock one muscle at a time, starting at her toes and working up to her neck, she rotated and squirmed until most of the kinks were out. After each body part was stretched to satisfaction she turned onto her side to take in the room.

Staring aimlessly around the room Stasia arched her back and met a hard body behind her. Warm and hard, it took only seconds for fright to make her limbs contract and ready to blot from the bed. As if sensing her distress, strong arms banded around her waist.

“It’s all right, it’s just me, you are safe. I would never harm you, my Bandia.” The deep timbre of his voice comforted her.

The memories from the night before slowly leaked into her mind. One by one, the dots began to connect, remembering being carried to Devlin’s bedroom, being stripped down and him lying beside her, skin-to-skin helping to alleviate the pain of her turning.

Loosening her muscles, she slowly turned in his arms to look at his face. Handsome wasn’t enough to describe him.

Slowly lifting her hand to trace his nose, Stasia watched him with weary eyes, as she continued to his lips and down his strong jaw to the side of his neck.

“I can see the gears working.” Devlin spoke while rubbing his face onto her hand. “What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

Before she lost the nerve, Stasia ran her hands down his chest next stroking her way to his nipple.

Removing his hand from her hip, he caressed her lips gently with his index finger following each touch with a kiss. Making his way slowly down her neck, he nipped and licked while cupping one of her breast in his hand, making her nipple stiffen in response.

Fireworks shot through her body, and every nerve ending felt like pure lightning shot through. Feeling most of the heat concentrated on her now wet pussy, Stasia rubbed into his touch, grinding her hips against his long hard body.

Releasing a strangled moan, he looked into her eyes. The ice blue of his irises seemed to darken into a more aqua blue. The most astonishing part of them were his corneas, they now glowed bright red.

The sight should have scared her, but only added more arousal to her already drenched panties. Grabbing his hand from her breast and pulling it to her mouth. Kissing each digit then took the index finger into the recesses of her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the end and popping it back out just as fast.

When did she become so wanton? It must be the man that did it to her., either that or the power running rapid through her veins; Stasia secretly hoped it was the latter. With a groan, she began to rain peck like kisses down his arm, until she reached his mating mark.

 Beginning to trace the tribal design with her tongue, showing each line very detailed attention and earning a very male groan for her efforts.

Leaning over she felt the warm air as he spoke softly into her ear. “Woman you must stop. I can’t contain myself if you continue to do that.”

Looking up into his irresistible eyes, she gave him the sexiest smile she could muster. “Who says I want you to contain yourself?”

Guest Author Day with Rachel Leigh/Adult Excerpt

Tell us a bit about your latest book, and what inspired you to write such a story.

Explicitly English is my debut erotic romance novella – published by The Wild Rose Press. It is set in the English countryside and starts with the heroine’s inbound train journey. This naughty girl can’t even take a train without getting herself into mischief!

What inspired me? Well, I was becoming anxious about a solo train journey I had to take…and starting thinking what a girl could do to make it something a bit more exciting to look forward to! 

If you could have any vice without repercussions, what would it be?

Wine, wine and more wine!! Hmm, that doesn’t make me sound too good, does it??

If you could have been the servant to any famous person in history, who would that be and why?

Marilyn Monroe or Princess Diana – both completely fascinating women who’d I would love to see behind closed doors. They seemed so confused and vulnerable at times, and at the same time beguilingly sexy, yet I suspect both were extremely intelligent, strong and ferociously ambitious.

Which of your characters do you love/hate/fear/pity the most and why?

I love the hero from Explicitly English – Stephen Cambridge is intelligent, fair, hard-working and deliciously horny!

Do you get along with your muse? What do you do to placate her/it/him when she refuses to inspire you?

So far my muse and I have gotten along famously. We have been working together for five years now (I write mainstream romance under a different name) and she has never failed to deliver an idea or writing solution when I need one.

I keep her in chocolate, jam donuts and wine so she’s quite happy – and surprisingly slim!

Do you have another book in the works? Would you like to tell readers about your current or future projects?

My second novella is under consideration as we speak so I am very much hoping to hear some good news soon. Here’s the blurb, enjoy…

Kelly Hampton loved and lost him – for the last two years she’s looked for him in other men but now she refuses to emotionally cripple herself any longer. No more sex until she knows for sure she is in love.

And then the love of her life walks back into her bar claiming to still love her. Her heart hitches and her body heats – no-one has ever come close to understanding her, or satisfying her like him.

When Sean McKenzie left Jessop Hill with his mother to protect her from his father’s fists, he should’ve known he would never love again after his explosively erotic relationship with Kelly. But now his father is dead and Sean is back for the only woman he ever wanted. Their reunion is full of fire, pain and passion – and once they touch, the sexual connection is too much for either of them to resist…

What are the most challenging and the most rewarding aspects of writing?

Most challenging for me is the plotting. I have loads of ideas but making sure they are plausible and I keep all the loose ends in place is a challenge every time I write a new story.

The most rewarding? Seeing the wonderful covers the artists’ create with my name on the front for the first time. Nothing beats that feeling, ever!

What are your top 3 favorite paranormal books and movies?

 Ooh, I’m not a huge paranormal fan, to be honest.

I do enjoy the Twilight books and films and I intend to buy the rest of J R Ward’s Black Dagger series after loving the first one which I only read recently.

I can’t see myself writing paranormal but never say never!

What character (s) in any of your books is most like you?

As I have only written one novella so far, I will have to say Laura Markham, my heroine. Although I promise I am not quite as wanton as she is…well, not often anyway. 

What is the most ridiculous thing that you have thought about doing to any of your characters but never did?

I really can’t think of anything! Um…let me come back to that!

How do you keep track of your world building?

I write quite a detailed character sketch over the course of writing a novel, adding bits and pieces to it as I go along knowing that I need to keep the continuity of their physicality, their likes and dislikes, their loves and fears etc.

Other than that, the main thing I rely on to keep track is the working synopsis that I write BEFORE I start writing the book. This keeps me focused and is my referral point if I feel myself going off course.

What do you feel are the benefits of the new electronic readers such as Kindle 2 or Sony Digital Book Reader to the environment?

The lack of paper, less energy being used to physically make books, less waste…  

Have you ever experience weird cravings while you write? If so, what kind?

Hmm, not really – if I write in the morning, I love my cup of coffee, if I write in the evening, a glass of wine is kind of nice! 

Where can readers find you on the ‘net?

www.rachelbrimble.com

www.rachelbrimble.blogspot.com

www.twitter.com/rachelbrimble

Sneak peek into Explicitly English
Available at The Wilder Rose Press

Laura Markham needs to forget. Just for awhile. Be someone else. Live as her parents would have wanted. And for Laura, that means escaping the city for the English countryside and leaving her inhibitions behind.

British stockbroker, Stephen Cambridge knows that by going home to his country retreat two days early, he's likely to startle the new interior designer. And when he discovers she's the woman who masturbated for him on the train, Stephen will do anything to convince her to stay with him forever…

Excerpt:

Laura’s portfolio thudded to the hardwood floor when his lips crushed hers.  She had no idea if what she was doing was good or bad, but knew this was the freest, the happiest she had felt in a very long time.  And she knew in that moment, nothing would stop her from taking what she could of this man for as long as possible.

As though reading her mind, they tumbled to the floor as one.  Laura’s body burned, her breasts ached.

They clawed and ripped, grasped and tore.  Laura cupped his stubbled jaw in her hands, scoring her fingers into his hair.  She wanted to possess him, own him, have him.  She felt fabulously petite in the span of his huge hands.  She felt alive, vibrant and sexy as hell.

She writhed across the floor, and he crawled over her.  Then her breath caught when he yanked open her blouse and drew her breasts from within the confines of her bra.  He closed his mouth over first one nipple, then the other.  The soft yet masculine scent of his shampoo wafted to her nostrils and Laura inhaled deeply.  She clasped her hand to the back of his head, holding him to her as he sucked and nipped, bit and caressed the heavy weight of her breasts.  The high-voltage shock of pain versus pleasure soared through her bloodstream, sensitizing every inch of her flesh.  All too soon, he moved away and kneeled above her.

Talking with Author Shiela Stewart

1.    What do you write and why?

For the most part, I write paranormal romance. I prefer ghost stories and vampire tales with suspense mainly I guess because it’s what I grew up with. I lived in a haunted house as a child but that aside, I grew up with a brother that loved to scare the hell out of me and my little sister by placing a glow in the dark skull head in my closet, or hiding under the bed and grab my feet when I went to bed.  One of my older sisters also got me into loving suspense by taking me to see Stephen King’s Cujo. One could say I was desensitized to scary stuff at a young age but it sure inspired me to want to create my own terrifying or spooky tales. J

 

2.    What do you read and why, especially if it's different from what you write?

Obviously, I love to read paranormal romance, given I write it, but I also like reading non-fiction works like Jack the Ripper and Elizabeth the first. I’m also a die-hard Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb fan and have read every single In Death book she has ever written. I love reading about her cop stories, how she creates the story from a death and investigates it with such realism you the reader feel like you’re right there with her doing it.

 

3.    What publisher do you write for?

Right now I’m writing for two publishing houses. Breathless Press and Decadent Publishing.

 

4.    How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing as long as I can remember. I wrote little stories when I was in grade one, two and three, then delved more into it when I became a teenager. I’ve always had a vivid imagination and the only way to stay sane was to put those ideas down on paper. LOL My nickname in school was Dreamer. Instead of listening to the lessons, I would make up stories in my mind. (G)

 

5.    it’s the month of love and romance. What was the funniest/ greatest Valentine your Significant Other ever gave you?

I would have to say the best Valentine’s gift I ever received was from my hubby several years ago. He was out of town on Valentine’s day and I was feeling pretty down with him being away. Around noon, the doorbell rings. I think nothing of it and answer the door. Much to my surprise, there’s a delivery person on the other side with a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen.  Baffled, I take the flowers, thank the gentleman and close the door. I’m sure there must be a mistake because no one ever sends me flowers, but as I pull out the card, my eyes begin to tear up. Because we couldn’t be together, my hubby ordered flowers for me. He’d NEVER sent me flowers before. NEVER!  For the rest of the day, I was on cloud nine. That was the best Valentine’s day ever. J

 

6.    How do you build characters and their personalities and looks?

When a story comes to me, the characters are instantly created in my mind. They’ll have specific hair color, style, eye color, features and characteristics. I can actually see them as I write their story. I know how they’ll react to a joke, or to bad news. It may seem odd, but they’re prebuilt with the story.

 

7.    Tell me about some of your heroes and heroines:

My heroes are often flawed and my heroines are almost always strong and free willed.  I grew up in a Mennonite family where women did as they were told by their man. Women didn’t work, or drive. That was a man’s job and women certainly didn’t work unless they had to because the husband was incapable or insisted they work.  My father wasn’t as strict a Mennonite as his family, but it was still there. It always bothered me that the women had to wait to eat until the men had finished. So when I started writing, I wrote my females strong and often, getting the man out of a jam.

Trinity Ford in Seducing the Darkness actually stepped in front of a dangerous evil vampire as he tries to kill her love, Basil.

Cassie Evans from Discovery in Passion uproots and moves to a town she points to on a map and starts her life over all on her own.

Thomas Healy from Discovery in Passion was raised by a single mother who he doted on. So when he falls in love with Cassie, his instinct is to protect her. It takes him some time to realize Cassie can take care of herself for the most part. I like to make my heroes sweat for their love by giving them headstrong women. (G)

 

8. Are you a pantser or plotter?

 

I’m a little of both. When I first get an idea for a story I just sit down and let it flow. Sort of writing by the seat of my pants. LOL But if I’m doing a series, then I’ll do a rough outline of what those next stories will be.

 

 

9. What's your latest release and tell me about it:

 

Horsing Around is the first book in my Carnal Desires series.

Mistress Bella owns a hotel and starts up a sex dating service. She’s had nothing but failed relationships because the men have never been able to give her what she wants in bed. She figures she can’t be the only one that feels that way and voila Carnal Desires is opened.  She brings people together who have similar sexual needs and if love blooms from it, all the better.

 

I got the idea from seeing on-line and TV ads for dating services. I thought to myself that is was great to enter yourself into a database that matches you with others who have similar likes as you, but what if you’re not sexually compatible? Voila Horsing Around came to be.

 

 

10. What genre haven’t you tried, yet, that you would love to explore?

 

I’ve often thought of writing a historical novel based in the Tudor era. My fear of getting the language, clothing and timeframe accurate are all that prevent me from doing it. Maybe someday. J

 

11. If you could take one of your characters out on the town, who would it be and what would you do?

 

Oh this would definitely be Draco Starr from my upcoming novel, Awaken the Demon. Draco is a demon who also happens to be a direct descendant of Satan’s. Draco was a tough-ass demon who collected souls for Satan. After years of doing his masters bidding, he wanted more from his life and started his own business in real estate. He’s worth more than Donald Trump and owns real estate across the world. But beneath the tough guy persona lies a softy. I think it would be a hoot to have dinner with him and learn all of his secrets from when he was a soul collector.

 

13. Favorite naughty dessert and decadent drink.

 

It’s not really naughty, just an indulgence. Triple chocolate cake. Just thinking about all that sweet chocolate makes my teeth ache but hell, you only live once. (g)

 

 

14. If we looked on your bookshelf right now, what are some of the titles we would find?

 

Plenty of In Death books. Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Criminology for Dummies. Wicca for Dummies. Jack the Ripper. Elizabeth, and some local non-fiction stories. Just ignore the dust please. J

 

15. Where can we find you on the internet? (Please list your links here)

 

You can find me at www.shielasbooks.ca

Or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/shiela.stewart

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/ShielaSue

I share a blog with two other authors called BSB Hot Romances: http://bsbhotromance.blogspot.com/

 

 

Horsing Around Blurb:

 

Carnal Desire’s: We've got a match for all your sexual pleasures.

 

Sara Miller needs a real man. One who can give her what she desires in and out of the bed. So far, none have met her expectations. She’s hoping all that will change after submitting her application to Carnal Desire’s Web dating service.

 

The owner of several prize-winning horses, more money than he knows what to do with, Andy McDonald has it all. Except for the love a good woman. He’s sick of flighty bimbos wanting only his money and not satisfying his sexual desires.  After a friend pressures him into looking on line for a woman, Andy gives in and submits his application.

 

Sex takes on a new twist when Sara and Andy get together and nothing is taboo.

 

 

 

Horsing Around excerpt:

Sara’s heart was beating so hard, she was sure Mistress Bella could hear it. She could very well turn tail and run. Why did she need a man in her life right now, let alone someone she might consider for the long haul?

Then the door opened. Before her stood the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.

He wore nothing more than a towel around his hips, dipping low enough to reveal a thin line of hair from his navel down. . His chest was glistening with moisture from the shower he’d obviously just stepped out of and was firm and muscular. His sandy blond hair was damp and messed up. He had a bit of stubble on his face, which made the ruggedness even more prominent. And when he smiled, those big blue eyes twinkled. He was definitely yummy. His picture didn’t do him justice by any means. Sara nearly swallowed her tongue.

Then he spoke.

"Well howdy, ladies."

Her heart calmed. His slight Southern drawl, with its deep resonance, was soothing and somewhat relaxing. And very arousing. She loved a man with an accent, and even though Andy’s was faint, it was still enough to turn her on. Between her legs, her flesh began to swell and moisten.

"Good afternoon, Andy. Looks like we caught you in the middle of your shower."

He stroked the damp sandy-blond hair from his face and Sara nearly swooned. "I just stepped out. I’m running a bit behind, I’m afraid." He turned his attention to Sara and her pulse pounded in her ears. "Pleasure to meet you in person, Sara."

She took the hand he held out to her; he completely surprised her when he turned her hand over and brushed his lips across her knuckles. "Pleasure’s mine." Like tiny electrical charges zapping every sensitive nerve in her body, he had her quivering with that one simple gesture.

"Well, come on in and make yourself comfortable while I go change."

He stepped aside to let them in and as Sara walked past him, the scent of the woods after a light rain shower wafted off of him, like fresh, aromatic greenery touched by a kiss of sunlight. She was going to have no problem at all being with this man.

She and Bella headed to the sitting area of the suite while Andy headed to the bedroom. It was spacious, and came complete with a mini kitchen, sitting area, TV and plush sofa and chair. Almost identical to her own suite.

"Pretty easy on the eyes, isn’t he?"

Sara smiled at Bella’s comment, taking a seat on the sofa. "I’m not having any trouble looking at him."

"And what better first meeting than to see him practically naked." Bella winked and beamed a huge grin. "Well, I’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted now. If you need anything, you know where to find me."

"Thank you so much, Mistress Bella."

"I love making people happy. I’m heading out, Andy," she shouted at the bedroom door.

"Catch you later, sugar." He stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt just as Bella left the suite. "Looks like it’s just you and me now, doll."

God, he was going to make her come, just by speaking. "Looks like.” She got to her feet. “So…how should we start this?"

"Let’s start with this as an opener."

He swung his arm around her waist and she gasped when he yanked her against his chest.

 

Sneak Peek Excerpt from Destiny Blaine~Steam Toys (Hot excerpt)

Steam Toys by Destiny Blaine

Available January 7^th, 2011

AspenMountainPress

Contemporary Paranormal/Steam punk Erotic Romance

Buy at www.aspenmountainpress.com

A dead woman plots revenge against the man who two-timed her.

Revenge is a hot, bitter dish when served up enthusiastically by someone empowered by extra steam.

Heidi Labeidi, a successful Nevada brothel owner, had the world by its tail until her deceptive lover Stan Graves disposed of her. Lost somewhere between life and the afterlife, Heidi materializes in her former home thirty years after her death. She has a second chance and she’s hell bent on solving her own murder.

 

With a knack for creating pleasure-inducing trinkets and furniture, Edward Brady is an eccentric mad scientist on the verge of greatness. He’s also in desperate need of an assistant and his problems are solved when he discovers a sensual ghost enjoying his sex toys.

 

Heidi has something to offer Edward but her assistance comes at a price. And when Edward becomes an assassin’s mark, only Heidi can help him. Will Edward barter with a ghost who can save him and if he does, will the former madam become the one woman Edward is unable to resist?

ADULT EXCERPT:

They rode down the Las Vegas Strip hand in hand. Heidi sat on one side of the car and Edward practically clung to the other.

“You haven’t slept with a lot of women, have you Edward?” she asked, unbuttoning her jacket and sliding her arms free at the same time.

He moistened his lips. “I don’t have time for a woman.”

“Hmm,” she whispered, propping her head on the leather seat and wiggling out of her dress pants.

“What are you doing?” he squealed, eying the driver now looking in his rearview mirror.

“Everything all right back there, Mr. Brady?”

“Yes,” he snapped, hitting the button for the partition glass. The divider window separated him from the driver. “Thanks to you, everyone will think I’m crazy!”

She grabbed his belt and immediately pulled free the leather strap. A wave of her hand and she had his snap popped and zipper down. “I’m not making anyone think anything.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, moaning when she tugged him free of his shorts.

“No,” she retorted. “You’re doing a fine job of that all on your own, Edward. You didn’t need my help.”

“Stop,” he said, grabbing her hands and holding her.

“Why?” she asked. “We don’t have an audience now. Seems a shame we should waste the drive back to the loft, don’t you think?”

“Why are you doing this?”

She lowered her head and licked the top of his cock. “Because I can and because I’m damn good at it.”

Edward leaned back and let her have him. Her hot mouth enveloped his cock and his hips shot off the seat.

“Relax,” she mumbled, tapping his balls. “I’ve given head a few times in my life.”

She raked her fingers across his thigh and in a matter of seconds, she was bobbing over his cock. “Damn,” he crooned. “I thought you might have been out of practice.”

She stopped and looked at him. For a few unspoken moments, they were held captive by one another’s eyes. She crawled up his belly and gave him a hot kiss, leading the way with her inspiring little tongue. When she finished delivering quite possibly the most sensual kiss Edward recalled, she reached down the length of his body and pumped his cock, staring into his eyes as she fondled him.

A few seconds after the hand-job, she tucked him in his pants and redressed quietly. He stared at her in disbelief. “You are most definitely a tease.”

“No, Edward. I’m not,” she assured him, adjusting her simple sleeves.

‘Then do you mind telling me why you didn’t finish what you started?”

“Of course not,” she said, crossing one long leg over the other. “Lesson number one is just for you, Edward. You may have a whore in your lap, with your cock in her cheek, but you never, ever make the implication you believe she’s old, used and cheap.”

He shook his head. “I made you feel that way?”

She tilted her head down and with wide eyes, she confirmed it. “Yes you did, Edward.”

“You’re the one that said you’d given head a few times. Not me.”

She smiled, placed her hands in her lap and looked straight ahead. When they pulled into the parking lot of the towers where Edward lived, she said, “And you suggested I may have been out of practice which was a direct slam to my age.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It was, Edward,” she said, pushing her hair over her shoulders. She tilted her head toward the driver approaching them. “Try not to act like a scorned lover when you get out of the car. Remember, he can’t see me. I’ve learned from experience those employees closest to you are the first to run their mouths when things begin to spiral out of control. The last thing you need is your driver telling a reporter you’ve lost it.”

The limousine driver opened the door. Edward stepped out. He was brewing. Not only did he have a hard-on, he had a complicated woman to credit and blame. Not only did he have someone to blame, he couldn’t publicly point an accusing finger her way.

“Did you have a nice dinner, sir?” the driver asked, trying to make small talk while Edward retrieved his wallet.

“We did,” he reported. “Thank you.”

The driver accepted his tip and arched a brow. “Did you meet friends while you were out?”

Heidi studied her fingernails. “You didn’t listen.”

“How the hell was I supposed to listen when I’m standing here with blue balls?”

“I beg your pardon, sir?” the driver fired back.

Heidi yawned. “Since your dick seems to be the only thing you can think with, see if it can help you worm your way out of this. I’m waiting upstairs.”

She was gone in a flash and Edward wished he could disappear just as rapidly.

“Sir, are you feeling okay?”

“No, Truman,” Edward replied. “I’m not. I apologize for the outburst. I’m hearing voices tonight.”

Truman frowned. “Sir, I’d strongly advise against telling anyone else about voices. You know how people like to talk.”