Here’s a blurb and excerpt from Ringo’s Ride, available August 28 at Ellora’s Cave.

 Book 3 in the High Plains Shifters series but can be read as a stand-alone story.

 Rayne dreamed of the day Ringo would claim her as his mate, changing her into the lycan she is meant to be. One touch from his hands burns her with a flame hot enough to scorch the Texas plains. But the moody lycan has made it clear he doesn’t want her. That’s just too damn bad! The sexy Latino lycan belongs to her and she aims to claim him, no matter what it takes. 

 Ringo hides the pain of his tortured past behind a menacing sneer. Learning that Rayne is meant to be his mate is unwelcome news. She deserves better than to be saddled with a man with his checkered past. It isn’t until she is taken from him that he knows she is the only woman who can heal his battered soul.

 On to the excerpt!  This excerpt is recommended for adults 18 years or older.

Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2009

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

 Ringo Ramone raced through the hot Texas night as if someone had lit a fire under his ass. He dodged rocks and prickly cactus, ignoring the heat that singed the pads of his paws, too furious to notice. Rage beat at him until he practically shook with it. He sniffed the ground in an effort to pick up the trail of the rogue lycans who’d stolen his mate.

His mate!

Fuck!

He’d always suspected Rayne Poteet might be the one but he hadn’t wanted that. For years he’d watched her from a distance, drawn to her sweetness, her beauty. He’d slunk around in the shadows, fighting off the feelings that twisted tightly in his chest every time she so much as spoke to him. He wasn’t an emotional man and didn’t plan on changing for any she-wolf, not even Rayne. Besides, she was too good for the likes of him. He was a motherless son of a rat-bastard traitor and that’s all he’d ever be.

The huge black wolf stopped and panted. How much ground had he covered since leaving the ranch house to hunt down the men who’d taken her? Tonight they’d had a barbecue for the town of Cloverfield. It had been a happy time and, Lord knew, he’d seen too few of those in his many years. His alpha Joe McKinnon, and Quinn, the daughter of their former alpha, were celebrating their Consummation Ceremony when it all went down. Like a bunch of raving idiots, the males of the pack had been lured by rogue lycans to the south pasture while others had circled back to the ranch to steal away their unmated females.

Rayne!

She was his predestined mate. He hadn’t known it until tonight and then, in one instant of stupidity, she’d been taken before he’d had time to absorb it all. Spotting a grove of mesquite in the distance, he loped over, shifting as he ran. Naked, dripping with sweat, he leaned against the rough bark and closed his eyes. Ringo couldn’t help it. The look on her face tonight as the knowledge of their empathic connection, the proof they were a meant to be a mated pair, had gone through him like a blast from a flamethrower. Her pretty, sherry-colored eyes had gone wide as energy sizzled between them.

His cock thickened as he remembered.

Damn his horny ass!

This wasn’t the time.

Shifting back into his wolf, he took off again, scenting the air. Off in the distance, he spotted an old line shack at the edge of the ranch property. If worse came to worst, he could bring her to it. It was kept fully stocked with provisions.

Ringo continued on, running endlessly across the empty stretch of prairie. Suddenly, he spotted it. A low campfire was flickering in the predawn darkness, shooting up occasional sparks. Laughter. Male laughter. His heightened senses picked up the sound of Rayne’s breathing. It was accelerated.

A truck was parked at the very edge of the meager light and two naked men sat on the ground several yards from where Rayne lay, trussed up like a Christmas turkey. Her clothes were a mess and there were scratches on her legs. Her copper-colored hair was spread across the dusty ground like a pool of sunshine and he got a glimpse of her bare white belly and the tiny red panties she wore.

“What are we gonna do with her? Zavalos must be dead. He hasn’t shown up like he was supposed to.”

The other lycan stood and, planting his fists on his hips, stared across the fire at Rayne. Ringo lowered his body closer to the ground and moved slowly toward them, listening.

“Something went wrong. I feel it,” he said. “Let’s load her into the truck and head south. We can’t wait out here anymore. It’ll be morning soon.”

“Please. Let me go,” Rayne said.

Ringo’s heart thumped then sped in his chest at the sound of her voice. Just hearing it threatened to send him to his knees.

“Can’t do that, Red.” This from the man who was crouched before the fire. “Our pack is short on unmated females and you’ll have to come with us.”

“But I-I am,” she stammered. “I have a mate.”

The lycan who stood stalked toward her and, grabbing her shoulders, jerked her upright and slapped her. The crack of it shredded the quiet.

Red rage clouded Ringo’s mind. His fur bristled. They would die this night for trespassing on what was his. His snarl of outrage made his prey go still. With death and destruction on his mind, he leaped.

* * * * *

The first lycan had thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and run with her into the night to where a truck waited. A second man had bound her hands and feet with duct tape and covered her mouth with it too. Callously they’d tossed her into the bed of the truck and driven off. She heard the cries of the McCafferty sisters and wanted to scream her outrage. They were just girls really, no older than seventeen. No doubt they were being handled in the same sickening manner. A second truck, carrying the girls, went in another direction.

Oh gods!

There was no way in hell she could help them.

Terrified, shaken beyond anything in her experience, she’d lain there as tears leaked from her eyes. All she could see was the smattering of stars overhead. All she could hear was the sound of the truck engine and the wind as it whistled by. Closing her eyes, she prayed for Ringo.

Yes, she was lycan but not yet fully in working order, so to speak. She’d yet to shift and only tonight had it been revealed that Ringo, the lanky, dark wolf with the blacker–than-sin eyes was hers.

Hers.

Finally. After all these years of hoping and praying that he was the one who would have an unbreakable psychic connection with her, the wish had come true. He would come for her. She knew it.

They’d barely touched tonight at the barbecue at the Wolf Creek Ranch. Big Joe McKinnon, the pack’s new alpha had taken Quinn, his newly consummated mate by the hand. Joy propelled Rayne to her feet as she took a step through the crowd and toward the bandstand where the couple had gone to make an announcement. Suddenly, she brushed against six foot four inches of steely-hard muscle. She smelled the familiar scent of clean, masculine cologne and stared into the black eyes that featured prominently in most of her dreams.

“Ringo,” she gasped as his hands reached out to steady her.

“Steady there, darlin’.”

He sucked in a breath and so did she. Their eyes connected and held.

Around her the world narrowed dramatically as a low buzz of energy zipped through her system. Instantly her panties were drenched and a ball of lust tightened low in her belly. Her first thought was to press her thighs together to soothe the harsh ache in her pussy. “Wha—”

“Fuck. No. This can’t be happening,” Ringo murmured huskily. He released her as if burned and shoved his fingers through his thick, black hair. His nostrils flared. His breath whipped in and out of his lungs as if he he’d run a race.

Rayne could do nothing but stare. Ringo’s eyes narrowed on her seconds before he grabbed her arm and ushered her toward the kitchen door of the house. His grip was strong but she didn’t mind. Even a simple touch from him set her on fire. In the distance she heard shouts of “Happy consummation” from the lycan population of Cloverfield, Texas. But then she heard nothing because Ringo led her through the door, pressed her against the wall and took her mouth with a hunger she’d never experienced before. Those lips, that to others might seem cruel, softened over hers and then he nipped her bottom lip. “This can’t be happening. It can’t be you.”

He regretted her. He didn’t want her. 

Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2009

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Ringo Ramone raced through the hot Texas night as if someone had lit a fire under his ass. He dodged rocks and prickly cactus, ignoring the heat that singed the pads of his paws, too furious to notice. Rage beat at him until he practically shook with it. He sniffed the ground in an effort to pick up the trail of the rogue lycans who’d stolen his mate.

His mate!

Fuck!

He’d always suspected Rayne Poteet might be the one but he hadn’t wanted that. For years he’d watched her from a distance, drawn to her sweetness, her beauty. He’d slunk around in the shadows, fighting off the feelings that twisted tightly in his chest every time she so much as spoke to him. He wasn’t an emotional man and didn’t plan on changing for any she-wolf, not even Rayne. Besides, she was too good for the likes of him. He was a motherless son of a rat-bastard traitor and that’s all he’d ever be.

The huge black wolf stopped and panted. How much ground had he covered since leaving the ranch house to hunt down the men who’d taken her? Tonight they’d had a barbecue for the town of Cloverfield. It had been a happy time and, Lord knew, he’d seen too few of those in his many years. His alpha Joe McKinnon, and Quinn, the daughter of their former alpha, were celebrating their Consummation Ceremony when it all went down. Like a bunch of raving idiots, the males of the pack had been lured by rogue lycans to the south pasture while others had circled back to the ranch to steal away their unmated females.

Rayne!

She was his predestined mate. He hadn’t known it until tonight and then, in one instant of stupidity, she’d been taken before he’d had time to absorb it all. Spotting a grove of mesquite in the distance, he loped over, shifting as he ran. Naked, dripping with sweat, he leaned against the rough bark and closed his eyes. Ringo couldn’t help it. The look on her face tonight as the knowledge of their empathic connection, the proof they were a meant to be a mated pair, had gone through him like a blast from a flamethrower. Her pretty, sherry-colored eyes had gone wide as energy sizzled between them.

His cock thickened as he remembered.

Damn his horny ass!

This wasn’t the time.

Shifting back into his wolf, he took off again, scenting the air. Off in the distance, he spotted an old line shack at the edge of the ranch property. If worse came to worst, he could bring her to it. It was kept fully stocked with provisions.

Ringo continued on, running endlessly across the empty stretch of prairie. Suddenly, he spotted it. A low campfire was flickering in the predawn darkness, shooting up occasional sparks. Laughter. Male laughter. His heightened senses picked up the sound of Rayne’s breathing. It was accelerated.

A truck was parked at the very edge of the meager light and two naked men sat on the ground several yards from where Rayne lay, trussed up like a Christmas turkey. Her clothes were a mess and there were scratches on her legs. Her copper-colored hair was spread across the dusty ground like a pool of sunshine and he got a glimpse of her bare white belly and the tiny red panties she wore.

“What are we gonna do with her? Zavalos must be dead. He hasn’t shown up like he was supposed to.”

The other lycan stood and, planting his fists on his hips, stared across the fire at Rayne. Ringo lowered his body closer to the ground and moved slowly toward them, listening.

“Something went wrong. I feel it,” he said. “Let’s load her into the truck and head south. We can’t wait out here anymore. It’ll be morning soon.”

“Please. Let me go,” Rayne said.

Ringo’s heart thumped then sped in his chest at the sound of her voice. Just hearing it threatened to send him to his knees.

“Can’t do that, Red.” This from the man who was crouched before the fire. “Our pack is short on unmated females and you’ll have to come with us.”

“But I-I am,” she stammered. “I have a mate.”

The lycan who stood stalked toward her and, grabbing her shoulders, jerked her upright and slapped her. The crack of it shredded the quiet.

Red rage clouded Ringo’s mind. His fur bristled. They would die this night for trespassing on what was his. His snarl of outrage made his prey go still. With death and destruction on his mind, he leaped.

* * * * *

The first lycan had thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and run with her into the night to where a truck waited. A second man had bound her hands and feet with duct tape and covered her mouth with it too. Callously they’d tossed her into the bed of the truck and driven off. She heard the cries of the McCafferty sisters and wanted to scream her outrage. They were just girls really, no older than seventeen. No doubt they were being handled in the same sickening manner. A second truck, carrying the girls, went in another direction.

Oh gods!

There was no way in hell she could help them.

Terrified, shaken beyond anything in her experience, she’d lain there as tears leaked from her eyes. All she could see was the smattering of stars overhead. All she could hear was the sound of the truck engine and the wind as it whistled by. Closing her eyes, she prayed for Ringo.

Yes, she was lycan but not yet fully in working order, so to speak. She’d yet to shift and only tonight had it been revealed that Ringo, the lanky, dark wolf with the blacker–than-sin eyes was hers.

Hers.

Finally. After all these years of hoping and praying that he was the one who would have an unbreakable psychic connection with her, the wish had come true. He would come for her. She knew it.

They’d barely touched tonight at the barbecue at the Wolf Creek Ranch. Big Joe McKinnon, the pack’s new alpha had taken Quinn, his newly consummated mate by the hand. Joy propelled Rayne to her feet as she took a step through the crowd and toward the bandstand where the couple had gone to make an announcement. Suddenly, she brushed against six foot four inches of steely-hard muscle. She smelled the familiar scent of clean, masculine cologne and stared into the black eyes that featured prominently in most of her dreams.

“Ringo,” she gasped as his hands reached out to steady her.

“Steady there, darlin’.”

He sucked in a breath and so did she. Their eyes connected and held.

Around her the world narrowed dramatically as a low buzz of energy zipped through her system. Instantly her panties were drenched and a ball of lust tightened low in her belly. Her first thought was to press her thighs together to soothe the harsh ache in her pussy. “Wha—”

“Fuck. No. This can’t be happening,” Ringo murmured huskily. He released her as if burned and shoved his fingers through his thick, black hair. His nostrils flared. His breath whipped in and out of his lungs as if he he’d run a race.

Rayne could do nothing but stare. Ringo’s eyes narrowed on her seconds before he grabbed her arm and ushered her toward the kitchen door of the house. His grip was strong but she didn’t mind. Even a simple touch from him set her on fire. In the distance she heard shouts of “Happy consummation” from the lycan population of Cloverfield, Texas. But then she heard nothing because Ringo led her through the door, pressed her against the wall and took her mouth with a hunger she’d never experienced before. Those lips, that to others might seem cruel, softened over hers and then he nipped her bottom lip. “This can’t be happening. It can’t be you.”

He regretted her. He didn’t want her.

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So as I sit here I wonder:  Which is hotter The Vampire or the Werewolf?  Hmm.  Let’s get some figures.

Vampires

Why are most of these vampires bad?  Hmm.

Werewolf

Werewolf

Oz is HOT!

 My preferences are likely already apparent.  I love Werewolves! 

Of course we can’t forget about a possible Hybrid!

So which do you think is hotter?  And do you have a favorite from a book, movie or TV show? 

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Tina

Welcome Naughty Boys and Girs!  Give a warm Welcome for fellow Resplendence Author Regina Carlysle.  Let’s Jump right in So Regina- What is your process for writing a book? For example, are you a plotter or a pantzer? Do you start at page 1 and write your book sequentially or do you skip around? Do you start with your characters or the plot?

 First off, thanks, Tina for having me on your blog! Process? Umm..what process? I’m a total pantser. I begin with a germ of an idea and begin to form my characters. I imagine their strengths, weaknesses, flaws, everything and then I’ll jot down some plot ideas. I start on page one and continue to the end. I know lots of writers will write ‘scenes’ and put them all together later. Haven’t tried that and I’m not sure I could do it. As I move along, I’ll stall for short periods until my characters eventually tell me what they want to do next.

 Q:  Do you use any techniques, tools, or aids to help you write?

 No, not really. I don’t hunt down pictures or imagine ‘movie stars’. The characters’ faces are already formed in my mind. I need total silence to write because I’m easily distracted but sometimes I’ll play ‘background’ music…rainfall, wind, or flutey-stuff.

Q: How do you make time to write?

 Ah, that’s easy. I don’t work outside the home. Once I’m up, I answer emails and do my blogs. Usually I begin writing about mid-morning and will write until my brain is frozen or dead, whichever comes first. During the evenings, I chat on line with friends or spend time with the family. I often write on weekends too. We are real ‘homebodies’ around here.

 Q: What advice do you have for other writers?

 Don’t give up! Keep following your dream and improving your craft. Also be careful when subbing your work to be aware of what kind of stories any given publisher is looking for. For example, don’t send your erotic romance to an Inspirational publisher or your ‘sweet romance’ to a company that specializes in steamy stuff.

Q:  What do you think is the biggest misconception about E-Pubs?

 I think many people believe that e-published work is substandard to the books published by the big New York houses. Nothing could be further from the truth. There is good work and poor work to be found in both places and many of my favorite writers are to be found in the ‘e-world’.

 Q: If you weren’t writing, what would you be doing?

 My dream was always to own a quaint little bookstore somewhere. If I weren’t writing, I would be running my own small shop where people could browse, we’d talk books and I would serve the best coffee in town.

Q: What books can we expect to see in the near future?

 I’m currently smack dab in the middle of a new paranormal series. The High Plains Shifters series Books One (Highland Beast) and Two (Lone Star Lycan) are available at Ellora’s Cave. Ringo’s Ride, Book Three, releases on August 28^th. This is a series about a lonely, desolate town in west Texas that is completely inhabited by lycans. I’ve had a lot of fun putting cowboys, Texans, and lycans all together in one mix.

Q: Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

You can check out my website and blogs here:

 http://www.reginacarlysle.com

http://www.reginacarlysle.blogspot.com

http://threewickedwriters.blogspot.com

Please join me again on Saturday when we get a naughty shifter excerpt…just in time.

You are in for a treat Naughty Girls – this is from Bronwyn’s August release, Handcuffs and Lies available now at Resplendence Publishing.

“You sure this is where you want to go?” the cab driver asked.

Michael’s motorcycle was parked in front of the house. “Yeah.”

The guy eyed her in the rearview mirror as he stopped in the middle of the street. “If you say so.”

She passed the fare over the seat. “Are you going to be in this area for a bit?”

“In this neighborhood? Hell, no.” He paused and scrawled something on a piece of paper. “Here’s my number. Call me if you need a ride.”

“Thanks.” Tori shoved the scrap of paper in her wallet and slid out of the car.

“Be careful out there,” the driver cautioned.

She smiled at him and hoped she wasn’t about to do something irreparably stupid.

Hands clammy, she wiped them on her jeans and walked up the rickety front steps to knock on the door. Her knuckled rasped against the peeling paint on the warped screen door. Nerves strung tightly, she jammed her hands in her pockets and waited for someone to answer.

The heavy front door swung open with a whoosh and she came face to face with the man she’d studiously avoided for three years. His rich brown hair hung loosely to his shoulders and he looked like hadn’t shaved for days. Brilliant hazel eyes stared at her registering surprise quickly followed by anger.

“I—I need to talk to you,” she stammered.

The sculpted shape of his lips thinned as they pulled into a tight line. Over his shoulder, she caught sight of three men coming toward the door. Instinctively, she retreated, but Michael’s arm snaked out and he tugged her against the hard planes of his body. Her traitorous nipples responded immediately. Despite the fact she could barely recall their one drunken encounter, her body certainly remembered, and it wanted more.

His eyes, intense and unwavering, bored into hers, and he lowered his head. Her heart sank as she realized he was going to kiss her and she couldn’t convince herself to move away. His mouth brushed against hers. The barest contact held her breath captive in her throat. It was all she could do to hold herself still and not shove her tongue in his mouth. With his chest skimming her breasts, his lips traced the line of her jaw, up to her ear.

“Act like you want me, or we’re both dead,” he growled softly.

With shaking hands, she reached out and grabbed his hips, pulling him flush against her. Michael fisted his hand in her hair and cupped the back of her head. Streaks of pleasure shot along her spine as his fingernails scraped across her scalp.

His lips descended on hers and his tongue slipped past her shocked defenses. A whimper escaped her as she released her pent up breath into his mouth. With a quiet groan, he pressed his lips to hers as he turned her and immobilized her against the door. Wrapping her leg around his, she kissed him back, her tongue darting into his mouth. He tasted like coffee, dark and rich, and something else that was entirely masculine and Michael. In spite of her misgivings, desire curled through her body, dampening her panties and pebbling her nipples where they pressed into his chest.

“Hey Mikey, we gonna finish our business, or what? ‘Less of course you’re sharing.”

The audible leer in the other man’s voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“Not a word,” Michael whispered against her lips. Turning his head toward the other men, he chuckled. It sounded cold. Deadly. “Sorry boys, this one’s mine.”

“You gonna fuck her, or are we gonna finish this?”

Michael looked at her, his eyes glowing with anger. “Oh yeah—I’m definitely gonna fuck her. Just as soon as we’re done here.”

Tori’s stomach dropped like an out-of-control freight elevator as she stared into his glittering hazel eyes. She should have waited for him to call back. She was so over her head.

Michael slid his hand possessively up her ribcage, stopping only when it rested under the swell of her breast. He held her gaze, as if daring her to object.

The three men drew closer. The man who’d spoken to Michael earlier reached out and tugged at one of her short curls. His eyes were small and cruel looking as he appraised her body with a hard stare. “C’mon darlin’, lemme show you what a real man is like.” He jerked his thumb toward a tall, lanky guy with watery blue eyes. “Me an’ my boy here can show you a real good time.”

Forcing a smile, Tori hooked her fingers in the front of Michael’s waistband. The backs of her fingers brushed across his tightly muscled stomach and his body heat soaked into her skin. She looked up at him through her lashes. “Sorry guys, Michael promised me the ride of my life.”

His fingers convulsed on her ribcage at her husky words. She knew, even if the others were clueless, that he was ready to throttle her.

            Michael chuckled again, that same cold, dead sound. “Let’s get this over with,” he said to the others. With ice in his eyes, he turned back to Tori and pulled her closer, close enough to feel the raging erection pushing against his fly. “Seems I’ve got things to do.”

Don’t forget to check out these other Titles from Bronwyn Green!

Q:  Can you share a little of your current work with us?

When I asked Bronwyn this question I had no idea I would get such a great Excerpt so I just had to give it’s own day.  

A:  This is the opening of my new story, Cuffed and Dangerous, available from Resplendence Publishing on 11/3/09.  

She might be fooling some of the regulars at the Jack Pine tavern, but she sure as shit wasn’t fooling him. Gideon Wells eyed the blonde as she nursed her drink like a broken heart. Her depressed demeanor was Oscar-worthy, but this girl was hunting. He’d bet his right ball her prey would be walking through the door any minute.

He leaned back in his chair and observed her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Short, honey-blonde hair framed her face, stopping just past her chin. She had pale, almost translucent skin that reminded him of angels or vampires—but he knew she was neither. His gaze rose to her full lips. God damn if she didn’t have a mouth made for sin. His cock stirred behind the fly of his jeans, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

He watched her use the mirror to scan the room, stopping when she met his gaze. Huge eyes the color of dark, melted chocolate glared at him, and he couldn’t help but smile. She was a bounty hunter. He’d never seen her, but he’d heard plenty about her over the last three years. While the members of  the shifter community might not be best buddies, they kept each other apprised of shared dangers—like a bounty hunter with a hard-on for feline shape shifters.

Her short, snug skirt rode up her legs giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs. It was impossible not to imagine how the creamy flesh would taste as he lapped at her. As if she knew his thoughts, her frown deepened and she looked away. He took that opportunity to continue his perusal of her gentle curves, following the delicately muscled  line of her leg downward. Her feet were encased in impossibly high heels and thin bands of leather wrapped around her ankles. The sharp contrast of the black leather against her porcelain skin hardened his cock further as he imagined her bound to his bed, wide leather cuffs securing her hands and ankles, her body open and weeping for him.

Her foot tapped in a agitated rhythm against the metal rung of the bar stool and he dragged his attention upward. Her full lips were pursed in annoyance as she stared at him. Raising his bottle, he saluted her, barely stifling a laugh when she flipped him off.

The door of the bar swung open and her eyes darted almost imperceptibly toward the doorway. He followed her gaze and nearly groaned aloud as he saw his best friend zero in on the woman at the bar. This wouldn’t end well.

With an easy grin, Jude Caulfield approached the blonde and leaned on the bar while he ordered a beer. His smile faded as he crossed the room and sank into an empty chair next to Gideon. After a nearly draining the bottle, he set it on the table and sighed.

“The Montgomery build is on hold and I’m laid off indefinitely, the bar’s out of Killian’s Red and I just got shot down by the hottest woman I’ve seen in months.”

Gideon grinned. “So you’re writing country songs, now?”

“Fuck you.” Jude nodded toward the bar. “Who is she?”

“If I’m not mistaken, that’s Wrenn Saunders.”

“The bounty hunter?”

Before Gideon could respond, a triangle of dull light slid across the floor as the door opened, and Spencer Dane entered. Besides being a werelion and an all around dick, he was also the head of the local lion pride. While Spencer might masquerade as a reputable businessman, he was nothing more than a drug dealer using his import company as a front and the members of his pride to distribute his product. The tiny hairs stood up on the back of Gideon’s neck and the need to shift burned through his veins. It was more than cats not playing nicely with those outside their own genus, he hated this guy.

“Easy there,” Jude murmured. “The last thing I need today is for you to go panther on him. I can’t afford to bail your ass out of jail.” 

Nodding, Gideon took another swallow of beer, attempting to swallow his dislike with the cool liquid and watched as the creep made his way toward the blonde at the bar. His beast rose in his chest at the sight of Spencer’s hand stroking her forearm, his meaty paws caressing her bare skin.

Gideon’s fingers clenched around his bottle as she leaned toward Spencer, giving him a clear view of her ample cleavage. Forcing his grip to relax, he drained the last of his beer. What did it matter that she was flirting with a lowlife like Spencer? Gideon would love to think that she was in the Jack Pine to haul the bastard in, but so far, the other man had managed to keep his illegal dealings unproven, letting his pride members take the fall for him.

The bounty hunter swiveled on her stool. Buttons near to popping, her tight blouse left very little to the imagination, including the hint of black lace that cupped the full mounds of her breasts.

“Holy Mother of God,” Jude breathed.

“Yeah.” It was the only word he could choke out.

Equally enamored, Spencer laid his hand on her bare thigh as she giggled, peering at him through her lashes. In a move so fast, it must have taken years of practice, she pulled a pair of handcuffs from her waistband and snapped one of the bracelets around his wrist.

Spencer stared at his hand, dumfounded. “What the fuck?”

Hopping off the bar stool, she dragged his hand behind his back as she shoved his torso toward the bar top and wrestled the cuff around his other wrist.

“You’re under arrest, asshole,” she said.

“ I think I’m in love,” Jude breathed.

Spencer pushed himself back to an upright position. Straining his muscles, he fought against the restraints. “You’ve got nothing on me, bitch.”

She grabbed the cuffs, and pulled them upward, twisting his arms in his sockets. “Don’t bother—they’re silver. And actually, I do. There’s a bench warrant from a judge in Detroit for your arrest. You’re more than two years behind on child support.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“That’s life.”

“Look, I can triple whatever your bounty is. Just unlock the cuffs, and the money’s yours.”

With her free hand, she removed a colt from her purse and pressed the muzzle into his back. “I’ve got a full cylinder. The rounds aren’t silver, so you’ll heal, but I can make sure it hurts like hell before you do.”

“Yep,” Jude nodded. “Definitely in love.”

“Whore,” Spencer growled.

“Helplessness is a bitch, huh?” Keeping a tight grip on the chain connecting the cuffs and the gun pressed against his spine she shoved him toward the door.

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Love,

Tina

Hello Naughty Boys and Girls.  Please welcom my fellow RP author Bronwyn Green.  So Bronwyn Tell us your latest news?

A:  Well, I just returned from EC’s RomantiCon, which was an absolute blast. While I was there I had my first ever book signing which was completely chaotic since my books were missing, but the staff at EC drove back to the warehouse to get them – then they sold out! It was doubly exciting because this was my first print book that wasn’t part of a multi-author anthology.  

I’ve also got several releases coming up in the next few months. Cuffed and Dangerous will be releasing from Resplendence Publishing on November 3^rd 2009, Mist and Stone will be releasing from Total-e-bound on November 23^rd, 2009 and Just Right will be releasing from Resplendence Publishing on January 19^th, 2010. 

Q:  What inspired you to write your first book?

A:   When I graduated from college, it was with the intention of writing, but as life is wont to do, it got in the way.  I got distracted by getting married and having kids and all of the things that go along with that.  When my youngest was not quite a year old, we had a death in our family that changed everything.  After a really long time of moving through the grief and the shock, I realized that none of us know how long we’re going to be here and putting your dreams off ‘til “someday” might result in never accomplishing them at all. I often think of my nephew as my guardian angel of writing.

Q:   Do you have a specific writing style?

A:   Honestly, I’m not sure this qualifies as a style but, my stories are more character driven than plot driven and I invest heavily into the emotional conflict of the characters. Paranormal and straight contemporary are the genres I find myself writing most often, although I have dabbled a bit with historical.

Q:   What books have most influenced your life most?

A:   Kathleen Woodiwiss’ A Rose in Winter certainly influenced me because it was the first romance I ever read. Jude Deveraux’s A Knight in Shining Armor impacted me because even though I loved it, I still wanted to rewrite the ending. And the “desert island” books that will always influence me are The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Wild Wood by Charles deLint, Crossing to Avalon by Jean Shinoda Bolen and Lament by Maggie Steifvater.

Q:   If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

A:   I am so ridiculously lucky when it comes to friends/mentors. I’ve been gifted with an amazing circle of writing friends that no matter the problem, they always either know the answer or will hold my hand while we find it together. I can narrow it down to four – Brynn Paulin, Margaret Yang, Mia Watts and Jennifer Armintrout.

Q:  When you are writing, who is in control? You or your characters?

A:  Definitely the characters. Anytime I try to get them to do something they don’t want to do, the story stalls out and I don’t get anywhere. It’s really bothersome – lol.

Q:  Who designed the covers?

A:  My covers at Ellora’s Cave are done by Syneca. At TEB, I believe that Ann Cain has done the majority of mine and at Resplendence, Rika did my covers.  I’m anxiously awaiting my next one from her.

Q:  Which is your favorite cover?

A:  Without a doubt, it’s Handcuffs and Lies.  I love the couple, the sassy shoes and hey, who doesn’t love handcuffs?

Q:  Do you have any advice for other writers?

A:  There’s a ton of advice out there, but for me, I think that finding a great critique partner is paramount.  Writing, is by nature, a solitary profession, but it’s important to connect with people who share your passion. A great critique partner will not only keep you on track but can also help keep you motivated.

Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

A:  I’m pretty easy to find.

      My website is:  www.bronwyngreen.com

      My blog is: http://www.bronwyngreenblog.blogspot.com/

      My co-op blog is:  http://writersevolution.blogspot.com/

Join me tomorrow and Saturday as we double our dose of Excerpts this week brom the very generous Bronwyn…yummy!

Until then Be Naughty,

Tina

Here’s an excerpt from Human Touch, which released on September 4 from The Wild Rose Press. It’s the story of Cyrus Durant, an undercover cop on Delmorna, a distant planet. He’s undercover as a Paid Male to Isbel Kensington, a suspected traitor. There’s only one problem: Cyrus is a programmed clone & he’s never had sex before.

Until now ….

“Is it supposed to feel like this?” he whispered, exploring her with his warm, restless fingers. His hips took on a rhythm of their own, a sliding, grinding, pulsing motion making her squirm with anticipation. Isbel’s orgasm started at her toes and worked its way upward until she was solar-charged with it.

“Like what?” Isbel managed to gasp, her entire body beginning to ignite.

His hands dug into her bottom, pulling her hard against him. He ground into her body as Isbel felt the explosion begin. “Like I’m being torn apart by you and I love it,” he gasped. “Oh, Isbel—what’s happening?”

Cyrus expanded in her, filling her even more. “It’s an orgasm,” she murmured.

He put his hands on the sides of her head, holding her face cradled in his palms. His body pushed her against the platform as he stared into her eyes while his orgasm rocked through him. “Isbel,” he breathed. She saw pleasure wash through him, shaking him. Isbel longed to close her eyes so he wouldn’t see the pleasure she, too, was feeling. But his eyes hypnotized her and she had to watch as his expression changed to something like pain then a stunned pleasure. Then her own orgasm began, washing through her. He held her pinioned by his body, pulsing in her as the pleasure rolled through her like the tide.

When it finished, she clung to Cyrus, her body so sated she felt boneless. The water washed over them while she was suspended in love and pleasure. He stared at her with a look of such awe she touched his face gently. “That’s what it feels like, Cyrus.”

He shook his head, dazed. “I’m surprised anyone gets out of bed. It feels so good.”

She laughed aloud then slid her hands over his arms. They were still connected by their sated bodies. She squeezed experimentally and he twitched then began to harden. “My, my.”

He looked surprised. “I didn’t know that could happen.”

She laughed again but reality was starting to intrude on her happiness. “Cyrus?”

“Hmm?” He was staring at her breasts, the fascinated look on his face making it evident he’d never been so close to breasts before.

“Why is a virgin a PM?”

He raised his eyes slowly to meet hers.

by JL Wilson

Please welcome fellow Resplendence Author JL Wilson.  Let’s get started.

Q: What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

Be disciplined. Writing is a job, more creative than some, but a job nonetheless. You can’t wait for inspiration to strike or the Muse to come visiting. You have to sit down and work at it, making sure to continue to learn as you write.

Q:  What were your feelings when your first novel was accepted/when you first saw the cover of the finished product?

My first acceptance was a real soul-searcher for me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be with an e-publisher, but a fellow author whom I respected had a good experience with that publisher, so I signed with them. Suffice it to say, the experience was NOT a good one; the publisher went out of business but I got my rights back unscathed and later sold that book to another publisher. So my first contract was a bit of a mess and my first covers were awful – I can say that because they were changed, but the one that I finally got was still not what I wanted (it’s not one of my mystery books but a romantic suspense book; I’ll leave you to figure it out ::grin::J. ) So the whole ‘ooh, look at my cover’ experience was not a good one.

 Since then, though, I’ve had great editors, covers, and publishers, so I guess I got all my bad experiences out of the way early.

Q: Are you working on any books/projects that you would like to share with us? (We’ d love to hear all about them!)

I’ve got a new series starting in September with The Wild Rose Press called “The New Human Intercession”. Human Touch is the first book, followed by Living Proof then Leap of Faith.

It’s set on another planet and features telepathy, shape shifting, and the overthrow of a government. I had a LOT of fun writing it. The first book comes out this year, the second next year, and the third in late 2010 or early 2011. They’re all written & submitted & almost done with editing.

I also have 6 mysteries I’m waiting to submit then I’m moving on to a new phase in my career: I plan to work on an alternate America, a post-apocalyptic urban fantasy. I’ve got 8 books planned in that ‘world’.

Q: What is the hottest love scene you’ve written to date and why?

The hottest scene hasn’t been published – I deleted it from the book because I think it was just too over the top. Most of my books are only moderately steamy and my first-person mysteries are “closed door” sex books (they close the door so you don’t get the details).

When I had that sex scene in one book, I was toying with the idea of delving into erotica. Then I realized it just didn’t really fit with that book or those characters, so I deleted it. It might appear in a later book, though. You just never know.

Q: How anatomical are you when describing sex organs?

I’m not at all detailed. I like to leave some things up to a reader’s imagination.

Q: What are the best reviews you’ve received so far?

I’ve gotten quite a few good reviews, but one of the ones that pleased me a LOT is from a totally unexpected source, a mystery review site (http://www.fmam.biz/reviews/mar08.shtml#ifnotforyou). It was for the digital edition of If Not For You, which just came out in print. The reviewer totally got what my heroine was all about. That heroine (Layla Whitford) is a favorite of my critique partners (one person said, “I want to be Layla when I grow up.” I totally agree).

It’s always fun to get reviews you don’t expect!

Q: Have you ever encountered “negative” feed back on your work?

Oh, sure. My very first review was sort of negative. The reviewer thought it was odd that I had a car chase in Iowa, like car chases don’t happen in the Midwest or something (believe me, there’s crime in the Midwest. Oh yeah, there’s crime). It was an odd review because I got the feeling the person didn’t like reading about older heroes and heroines, but that’s what I write, so … I didn’t get too discouraged by it, not when later reviews all said how refreshing it was to have the over-40s main characters.

Q:  What makes a book a page turner?

You’ve got to have a hook. Remember in Gypsy – ‘you’ve got to have a gimmick?’ In writing, you’ve got to have a hook. You’ve got to have a reason why someone wants to keep going. You need unique characters, unusual plots, or an unusual setting. My books all feature regular people like you & me who get caught in unusual situations (someone is murdered at work; they’re present when someone is killed in front of them, etc.)

I think if a reader can identify with a character then that reader will keep turning those pages.

Q:  Does a hero always have to be good looking and why or why not?

I’d rather have a hero who is unique. Handsome is fine but it’s more important that they have good character and be just good people. That said, in Endurance the hero is drop-dead gorgeous, but he’s in love with a woman who’s not a stunning beauty. I love that about him!

Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

I’ve got a web site (of course): http://www.jayellwilson.com. The best place to find me is Twitter (@JLwriter) or just check here: http://tinyurl.com/ak8hl8. It lists my hang-outs

Join me on Saturday when we read an excerpt from “Human Touch.”

Love,

Tina 

Warning:  Content below contains M/M love.

When I asked Kayelle for a Sexcerpt this is what she gave me. 

This is from my latest book, Surrender Love. Remember, you asked for Sexy!

This scene takes place shortly after Luc Saint-Cyr and Izzorah “Rah” Ceeow make love the first time. Luc helps the shuddering Izzorah into a bath and wraps himself around him to keep him warm, resulting in a hot surprise for Luc.

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Set into a corner, the tub had three angles. Luc settled into the biggest and drew Izzorah back against him, between his legs. He grabbed a hand towel, dipped it into the hot water, and then draped it around Izzorah’s shoulders. He wrapped his arms around him from behind.

“There, love. Warmer?” He pressed one cheek against Izzorah’s and held him until his shivering lessened. “What a perfect beauty you are.” Luc splashed hot water over him, wetting down the towel. He drew him close. “I loved seeing you come apart in my arms.” He laid a hand on Izzorah’s cheek and leaned down for a kiss.

Izzorah tilted up his face.

“Mine,” Luc whispered against his lover’s lips, and sank into the welcoming heat of his mouth. He broke away to take a deep breath. “Mmm.” He held him fast, nibbling little kisses down his cheek and out his jaw. “I want to kiss you forever.”

Izzorah twisted around to face him, chest flat against Luc’s, arms beneath Luc’s to hold himself close. He devoured Luc’s mouth with kisses.

Izzorah’s passion inundated him, and Luc groaned with pleasure. Feet out, Luc braced himself and wrapped both arms around his lover. He slid his hands over the wet velvet of Izzorah’s skinfur, the solid muscle beneath. Exploring, Luc skimmed down Izzorah’s body, out over the firm cheeks of his ass. He pulled him up tight against his own rigid cock, gasping at the unexpected joy of a hand around his shaft.

“Want to please you,” Izzorah kissed down the side of his throat, along the top of his shoulder. “Show me how.”

“Kosset, as hot as I am for you, all you have to do is move.”

“What is a kosset?”

Luc brushed a kiss across his mouth. “The ultimate luxury. A treasure beyond compare. That’s what you are to me.”

Izzorah blazed one of his perfect smiles up at Luc. “Do you like this?” Hand tight around Luc’s cock, he slid it down, rocked it back up, fingertips sliding along the underside.

“Oh!” Luc hissed in air over his teeth, eyes shut. “Oh, oh, yes, kosset. Yes.”

Izzorah squeezed as he stroked. “I want to watch your face while you come. I want to see you lose it like I did. I want to make you as crazy as you did me.”

Luc laughed-sobbed, the pleasure piercing. “Tighter. Yes! Oh, yes. Like–like that. Mmm.” He thunked his head back against the wall. “Perfect, Rah. Keep–mmm–yes.”

“You are the one who’s beautiful, Luc.”

He opened his mouth as Izzorah rose to capture it, and stroked his tongue across fangs half-again as long as a human’s canines. Luc sighed, lost in the tender roughness of a Kin’s kiss. The feel of that cat-scratchy tongue along the corners of his mouth sucked a raspy groan out of him.

The wet heat of the water, the tightness of his lover’s grasp, the squeezing, milking pressure sent Luc close to release.

Izzorah kissed along Luc’s throat to where shoulder and neck met. Open-mouthed, he dragged his fangs across Luc’s skin.

The sting of fangs jerked Luc to the edge, the precipice of climax. “Rah! Oh, yes. Yes. Bite me.” He wrapped both hands behind Izzorah’s head and held him against his shoulder. “Hard. Like you love me. Like you mean it.”

Luc stiffened, his neck as rigid as his cock as the piercing bite sank home.

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Izzorah — A little feral, a little innocent, all male. Fleeing a world that denies him basic rights, forced into a society blind to his needs, his music keeps him alive. When a freak accident throws him into the care of the most powerful man in the empire, the attention he receives is beyond anything he’d ever dreamed. But is the attraction he feels toward his rescuer gratitude, lust, or a deeper, abiding call to yield all that he is?

Luc — the prestige of his power, wealth, and influence directs an empire scattered across the stars. His word shapes the foundations of business and his financial prowess is of mythic proportions. Yet beneath the myths beats the heart of a man who craves what he has never given and is certain he will always be denied — steadfast, faithful love.

This is book one of the Surrender series; Love, Trust, and Will.

Surrender Love
It’s not rebound, payback, loneliness, or the great sex, and it’s way beyond love. It’s surrender.

Buy link:  http://www.loose-id.com/prod-Surrender__Love-887.aspx
Genre:  Erotic M/M Science Fiction Romance, GLBT Multicultural/Interspecies Action Adventure
ISBN: 978-1-59632-874-7
Heat Level:  R=graphic sex, plus extreme cuddling, tenderness, and the seduction of a virgin who knows exactly what he wants
Warnings:  male/male sex, explicit content, anal sex, violence (referenced, not portrayed)
Format:  ebook in multiple formats, including Kindle