08 April 2014

Massive giveaway at Decadent1NS Blog!

Hey everyone! I've got a huge giveaway going on at the Decadent 1Night Stand blog. Believe me, this one is worth entering.

http://decadent1nightstand.blogspot.com/2014/04/complete-me.html

07 April 2014

His Alien Virgin--A Q&A with Skylar + Giveaway!

My Decadent sister (and one of my favorite authors) Jessica Subject is celebrating her new release His Alien Virgin, and I'm totally excited for her. She's giving away three prizes to three winners (one prize per winner): a $10 Amazon gift card, a copy of Satin Sheets in Space with swag, and a copy of Satin Sheets in Space. Deets will be at the bottom of the post.

Today, I've got Skylar, the heroine of His Alien Virgin, in the hot seat, with Jess asking her a few questions. Take it away, ladies!

Tell us a bit about yourself.
My name is Skylar. I’m an orphan after my mother and step-father died in an shuttle accident. I have two step-brothers, but we’re not close at all, especially after they abandoned me at an orphanage. Oh, and I just stole a spaceship and escaped to Earth.

Why did you decide to use 1Night Stand to arrange a date?
My step-brothers, who happened to visit me for the first time in forever, brought their wife, who they met through the 1Night Stand service. I thought it would be a great way to meet my ideal date. Though Galan and Volan thought otherwise. But there was no way I planned to return to Rebed. The space pirate might have a contract to marry me, but I didn’t agree to it, and there’s no way I plan to ever have his slimy tentacles on me again.

Where would your ideal date take place?
Far away from Rebed. Though, I’m heading to Earth for this one.

What would you do on your ideal date?
Well, if I understand the concept of a 1Night Stand correctly, I’ll be having sex. Though, I’m not so sure about that. I mean, I’ve never done it before. I really hope my date is kind and gentle. Other than that, I’m not sure. What do people on Earth do on dates?

Who would your ideal date be?
Honestly, it would be with a guy who I knew as a child. He was best friend to my brothers, and in many ways, my keeper. I always fantasized about what it would be like to be with him, but I don’t think he ever saw me as anything more than a kid sister.

What are your plans for when your date ends?
I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to activate my GPS unit and send a message to my brothers to come and get me on Earth. But, I really hope they don’t take me back to Rebed. Stuttering Starsnatchers, I really don’t know.

She is desperately seeking freedom...
On the eve before her twenty-first birthday, Skylar steals a ship and escapes from the planet Rebed. She refuses to be another wife for the slimy space pirate that is her betrothed. After hearing of her brothers’ success, she applies to the 1Night Stand service on her way to Earth, hoping Madame Eve can find her a hero, to make her feel special, even if for only one night.

He is trying to fit in...
A longtime friend to Skylar’s brothers, he’s always relegated her to the look and don’t touch category. Though, Daran traveled to Earth years ago, he still struggles to fit in on the planet. When his boss suggests a blind date, he reluctantly agrees. What would happen if anyone found out about his alien ancestry?

And they are not at all meant to be together...
Has Madame Eve made a huge mistake, or will Daran tread into forbidden territory to be with the one woman he’s always wanted, and become the hero Skylar craves?
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His evening was supposed to be fun and exciting. Not filled with the worry of his companion learning of his extraterrestrial origins, or of her outing him to the world. He’d kept his hair short, to hide the feathers that grew in when his locks reached a certain length. And, each morning, he covered his exposed skin with waterproof foundation to conceal the blue tinge of his skin. But, as soon as he removed his clothing later in the night, his façade would end. He wouldn’t be able to hide his differences. Unless we stay in this part of the hotel all night. The dim lighting would make his skin color less obvious.
Perfect! He stood, his muscles finally relaxing, the tension melting away. Circling the room, he blew out every third candle. Just to be sure. In the morning, his one-night lover would leave, never knowing she’d had sex with an alien.
Daran returned to his chair, leaning back, hands behind his head. Or, if he was really lucky, he’d find an Earth woman who considered extraterrestrials to be sexy.
The door to the observatory rattled and he jumped to his feet, brushing sweaty palms across his pants. Heart pounding, he glanced up at the sky. Gods, please let this evening work out.
With a burst of light, the door opened. A woman stepped through, her long, lean body hidden in shadows. Clutching his fingers behind his back, he waited for her to move closer, needing to see her better.
A strange tingling filled him. Not good. Something’s wrong. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. I should never have agreed to this. Trying to step back, he stumbled when the message didn’t reach his feet.
His date drew nearer, her appearance becoming more defined. A silver dress hugged her body, both protecting and giving a hint of the delicious treat inside. The candlelight reflected off her wide eyes, leaving them glowing like sapphires. With most of her hair pulled back, the remaining long blue tendrils framed her face and highlighted her matching lips. But her radiant, mesmerizing eyes sparked his recognition. He knew her. His stomach sank along with all hopes for the evening.
“Oh, fuck.”
Of all the women on Earth—hell, in the universe—for him to be set up with, Madame Eve had to pick the one lover he could never have.

About the Author:
Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. And if you’re looking for something really steamy, check out her erotica stories written as Paisley Brown.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.



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03 April 2014

NEW COVER ALERT! A Different Class - Leigh Ellwood

New cover! Decadent's releasing a new 1Night Stand, and I'm so excited to show off the cover and blurb for Leigh's debut! Here it is!
 
 


Not everybody is looking forward to the FDR High Class of 2004 reunion. A courtesy call to a disgruntled alum leaves Glenn Carson shaken and saddened that anybody would let old memories fester into anger. He hopes to ease the frustration of planning the reunion with a relaxing and passionate 1 Night Stand.


Known as “Mumbles” to former classmates, Rod Maloney would prefer to focus on the present, and his successful business. Past tragedies continue to haunt him, however, and he wants Madame Eve to find him a man to show him a hot time and help him forget his troubles.


He doesn’t expect, in a way, he’s going to a reunion after all.


Visit Leigh Online
http://www.leighellwood.com
http://twitter.com/LeighEllwood
http://leighwantsfood.blogspot.com
 

24 March 2014

Complete Me Tour...The Road So Far.......

Hey guys! I'm posting all the stops thus far for Complete Me's blog tour. That way, if you haven't entered the contest, you'll have allllll the info in one place :)

Complete Me drops April 8th (I know, but it's for real this time) from Decadent Publishing's popular 1Night Stand line, and the contest runs through March 31st.

It'll be available from the following e-retailers:
Decadent Publishing
Amazon
Barnes & Noble


Remember, up for grabs is a $25 iTunes gift card, a free copy of Complete Me, and a book-inspired t-shirt:

I *think* this is everything so far! There'll be a few more posts popping up before the end of the month, so stay tuned. More posts means more chances to win!

22 March 2014

Complete Me OFFICIAL EXCERPT!


I'm so excited to get to share Complete Me with you guys on Tuesday, 3/25. To whet your whistles, how about an excerpt???

She shivered, and not from the cool air circulating through the room. The anticipation, the excitement, the miniscule amount of dread, all caused her to tremble. But nothing had prepared her for the man sitting at the only table there, situated in front of the enormous bay window. When he spotted them, he stood and smiled, looking her up and down with a beautiful mahogany stare. The maître d’ dipped his head and left.
“Ty,” she said. One word took every bit of her concentration. He’d dressed in a way she defined as rock-star chic. White shirt, black tie, black blazer with sleeves that stopped at his muscular forearms, tight-fitting dress trousers, and a black-and-white checkered fedora with a black band. On any other person, it probably would have looked ridiculous, but on him? Just right.
“Claire. A pleasure to meet you.” He planted a small kiss on her knuckles. Then he walked around her and pulled a chair out. “You look beautiful.”

Dear, sweet baby Jesus. Forming coherent sentences would be the least of her challenges that night. “Thank you. You look….” As a thousand adjectives tumbled through her overstimulated brain, he simply smiled. She wondered if the look on her face said what her mouth couldn’t.

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18 March 2014

Perfect Ride #newrelease March 18th #GLBT with @eva_lefoy and @shilohsaddler from @decadentpub

Blood, guts and tears on the bull riding trail

Yes sir, there’s plenty of harm that can come to a man sitting atop 1,600 pounds of pure power. A bull’s got his own mind and often an ornery disposition to go with it. When a man straddle a beast that size he’s mostly asking for trouble. Death and injury are common occurrences on the Professional Bull Riders circuit and most riders don’t escape the sport without breaking something. Garrett Anderson, the bull rider in Perfect Ride, breaks a leg when it’s slammed against the fence by the out-of-control bull, Spitfire. It’s not being mean to the character, it’s being true to life. Accidents happen and they don’t always feel good.

Of course, fellow author Shiloh Saddler and I added a bit of literary make-believe in our story. The bull’s not only mad as heck, it’s also been drugged. By what, you ask? You’ll never believe me. By who? Well, that’s another secret you’ll have to read to believe. Let’s just say bulls shouldn’t let other bulls shoot up and rodeo clowns aren’t always funny.

For Garrett, the injury to his leg comes at the worst possible time. He’s already feeling the necessity of retiring – at 32, he’s practically the oldest man on the circuit – and the run-in with Spitfire comes near the end of the year’s circuit. He’s got to have eight weeks to heal, but those eight weeks will play havoc with his score and his overall standing, pushing him out of the winner’s circle for the first time in… forever.

It comes down to this: Garrett must choose to either retire or fight his way back to the top. But at 32 and a body full of aches and pains from sitting on too many wild bulls, can he do it? Should he even try? Or should he just hang up his hat and walk away, back to the sandy haired cowboy he met in Sheridan, Wyoming on the dusty bull riding trail?

I bet you can guess the answer to that!

Stay tuned for an excerpt from Perfect Ride.

Thanks for reading!

Eva

The whole storyline for Perfect Ride is:

Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for the kind of love he’s been missing.

A bull tender on the PBR circuit Cole Richards secretly longs for a lover but wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their one brief tryst kindles.  After he is shot and recovering in his hospital bed, Cole can only watch Garrett’s disastrous ride afraid it could be his last. Heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town, Cole knows better than to hope to see him again.

Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garrett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?



Excerpt:

Garrett bit down on the mouth guard and squeezed the bull tightly with his legs. The gate swung open and Spitfire didn’t move. He acted like he’d already expended all his energy acting up in the chute. Come on. You’re supposed to be one nasty bucker.
The gateman closed the gate and Garrett had to reset. Freddy stood near him ready to offer any assistance. Garrett cussed under his breath and rewrapped his hand.
“Come on, Spitfire, it’s time for both of us to go to work.”
Garrett slapped the bull’s side, getting his attention. He nodded again to the gateman and this time they burst out of the chute, but he couldn’t spur until the bull settled his footing. When he did, Spitfire charged and weaved down the arena snorting and thrashing his head along the way. Every toss of the massive head brought those creamy-white horns dangerously close to his thighs and his guts. Garrett’s heart settled squarely in his throat and he struggled to breathe. Holding tight to the rope, and squeezing his leg muscles until he ached, he felt like he was being dragged by a runaway train. He wished the bullfighters would come in and shoot the crazy animal.
The bull didn’t slow down or change course. The steel barriers loomed closer and closer and closer. Should I bail? If he jumped, he’d have no chance at the money. He gripped the rope harder, his knuckles turning white, and hung on as Spitfire crashed into the heavily reinforced gate head on, horns clanging against the metal nearly pitching his rider off over his head. Garrett felt his arm pulled out of its socket and pain engulfed his shoulder. Then Spitfire spun and rammed Garrett’s leg against the gate. Garrett heard the loud crack over the roar of the crowd, felt the sharp stab of pain race up his thigh hard and fast to jolt his brain. More adrenaline flooded his system and the pain went away. His leg dangled uselessly against Spitfire’s side. Without it to help keep himself upright, he was entirely at the bull’s mercy. Garrett’s already hard breathing quickened. He felt the sickening surge of combined pain and panic clawing at his awareness. Just don’t get tangled up in the rope. With his broken leg, he wouldn’t be able to stand and would be whipped around like a rag doll. Now he could only grip the rope tighter and pray. His whole bull-riding career flashed before eyes going all the way back to mutton busting. A sour taste rose into his mouth. Was this going to be his last ride?
The bull snorted and bucked into a right-hand spin. The change of momentum threatened to push him into the well. Then he heard it. One of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard or would ever hear. The buzzer sounded and Garrett let go of the rope with relief, crumpling to the ground. He laid there unable to move. With the ride completed, awareness of the pain in his leg took over. It was impossible for him to stand now, much less run. He gritted his teeth and attempted to crawl away from the bull, the pain so intense it felt like his leg was on fire. He finally gave up, crumpling into the dirt.


Perfect Ride is out now from Decadent Publishing.

By the way, Shiloh and I are currently editing book II, which is young bull rider Freddy’s story. Look for it later this year!

Bio:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Bio:
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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17 March 2014

Getting Into A Man’s Mind…with Alissa Baxter

As a writer, I must admit that I’ve always been more comfortable creating female characters than delving into the minds of the male characters in my books. This is because, as a woman, I find it easy to create realistic female characters. However, getting inside the mind of a man is a completely different story.

Of course men and women are human beings before anything else, and human nature is well… human nature. However men and women also have many differences, and recently I’ve been reading a number of books about these differences. One such tome is Dr. Marianne J. Legato’s Why Men Never Remember & Women Never Forget where she writes about the nature and importance of the differences between men and women and how we really are wired differently physically, emotionally and mentally.

This means, as a writer, I need to ensure that my male characters think and act like men! I don’t struggle to write about a male character’s actions, as it’s easy to observe and describe those from an objective point of view. But I do hesitate when I’m about to write a male character’s innermost thoughts down on paper. I’ve asked my father, brother and an assortment of male friends in the past to read my manuscripts in order to let me know whether I’ve created realistic thoughts for my male characters.

Writers as a breed are interested in what motivates people - their thoughts and feelings, and how they process their experiences, and being able to capture this in authentic detail in a novel, I would say, is the aim of most fiction writers.

Overthinking such things can lead to stilted attempts at creating characters of the opposite sex, however, so sometimes it’s best to take a risk, rely on instinct, and trust that if what you’re writing makes sense to you as a novelist, it’ll strike a chord with your readers as well.

In my latest novel, The Blog Affair, my main female character sets up a blog in an attempt to analyse the shortfalls of men that she calls “serial datists”. Here is an extract from her blog:

PENELOPE’S PANTRY
…A PLACE FOR YOU TO POINT OUT YOUR VIEW

Serial Datism

The first time I ever met a serial datist, I was nineteen years old. At that age, I wasn’t capable of recognising the warning signs of this particular species of the human male. Needless to say, I got burned. Badly.

Serial datism is a concept I’ve been pondering recently. And it’s something I hope to examine in this blog. Any comments from readers are welcome, therefore, as I attempt to shed light on a variety of the dating male that has me completely bemused.

The best way to do this, I’ve decided, is to debate in an open forum—where I, and any other participants in the discussion, can flick on the switch, in a manner of speaking, and illuminate the matter.

I attract serial datists, and so it is perfectly fitting that I should introduce this topic into cyber space. But this doesn’t mean I’m an expert at identifying them. You see, the tricky thing about serial datists is that they aren’t easily defined.

They come in many shapes and sizes and forms, and they may even mutate! They can start off in one form and end up in quite another shape and size within a small space of time. And therein lies their danger.

Okay—to introduce myself. I’m Penelope (well, that’s one of my names) and this blog is called Penelope’s Pantry, because like Penelope from ancient Greek mythology, I’ve had loads of suitors in my life.

And the pantry part? Well, a pantry is a dark storeroom, and this is where I hope to stockpile my thoughts and feelings and emotions. On neatly stacked shelves, of course. I’m a fanatically neat person, and like things to be tidy.

So let’s start at the very beginning (my ordered mind demands this) with a definition of a serial datist: He is a male who, like a bee, goes from one woman to the next, landing on each female blossom for a short period of time. When he leaves, he stings them.

But unfortunately, unlike a bee, a serial datist doesn’t die after he stings. He goes on to sting again and again, and the only way to kill him is to swat him, or stomp on him with your heel. Or leave out a bowl of sugared water in which he can drown. But, on second thoughts, I think the latter technique is for ants....

Be that as it may, before anyone starts wondering whether I’m a convicted killer, I hasten to assure you I am not. I’ve certainly felt a strong desire to stomp on the various bees that have entered my life, but fortunately for these creatures, the thought of killing causes me to break out in hives. 

Therefore, it is only a fantasy I have indulged in from time to time.

Now that we’ve cleared up the fact that I’m not a murderer, I would like to point out that the bee who delivers his nasty stings is the real killer in the scenario. Why? Well, it’s obvious. He kills your feelings, and leaves your emotions bleeding to death. Some more pedantic readers out there might point out that bee stings don’t cause you to bleed. So what—I’m using it in a figurative sense.

But, and here I’m not being figurative at all, bees can make you swell up. Besides the fact that their stings can cause you to comfort-eat, it is possible to develop a life-threatening allergy to them. And I’m afraid that’s what’s happened to me. I am allergic to serial datists AKA bees AKA Emotionally Unavailable Men.

But I’m jumping ahead of myself. That is simply one of the categories of serial datists. According to my calculations, there are at least four others.

Allow me to list them:
1) The afore-mentioned Emotionally Unavailable Male
2) The Wannabe Player
3) The Commitment-Phobe
4) The Bad Boy
5) The Misogynist (before he finds a woman to control)

I will be examining each category in more detail later. But in the meantime—any comments from readers on what I’ve already expounded are most welcome.

Posted by Penelope on Tuesday, July 8 at 08:32 p.m

BLURB:

Twenty-something, white, South African Emma Bradshaw has a pattern of falling for unsuitable men and starts a blog about these so-called “serial datists”. Her search for new beginnings takes her to Cape Town, where she gets a job working for sexy author, Nick Reynolds. Romance with her boss is a no-no, but slowly, Nick works his way around her defenses. Trust him, or not, especially with her awful track record with men?

When an anonymous male reader of the blog challenges her on her ideas about the male species, Emma realises she must confront her past and find her true self before she can move forward...and love can blossom again in her future.


AUTHOR BIO:

Alissa Baxter was born in South Africa, and grew up with her nose in a book on a poultry and cattle farm. After school and university, where she majored in Political Science and French, she published her first novel, The Dashing Debutante. Alissa travelled to London, England, and did an odd assortment of jobs while researching her second novel, Lord Fenmore’s Wager, which she wrote after she moved back to South Africa and settled in Durban. Alissa then relocated to Cape Town where she wrote her third novel, Send and Receive, before moving to Johannesburg, where she currently lives with her husband and two sons.



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